His hands slide up Jayce’s chest as he leans up to kiss him, deep, rhythmic and sultry. It’s almost impossible to pull away, and when he does, he has to breathe deeply to calm himself.

He watches Jayce speak with a voice like honey and smoke. He’s so captured by him, he almost forgets to process the words being spoken.

“I’d love nothing more than to spend this night with you.” His voice softens, just above the sound of popping oil.

;

Viktor can feel the strength within his partner’s body, commanded to be gentle, mild, intimate. Worn hands, rough from hard work, comfort him with their warmth. Jayce’s body against his makes him feel safe.

;

Viktor approaches with a gentle hand, smoothing it over his partner’s broad back. He leans up to kiss his neck before perching his chin on his shoulder.

“Hm… “ he hums warmly watching him cook while hugging him from behind, “just the smell of it brings me back.”