[ Viktor tilts his head, cogs in his head turning. ]
—You wanted me to tell you what to do?
[ He swallows. That is, of course, appealing. He'd thought it too much, though, some sort of insane, slightly degenerate predilection that might scare poor, sweet, innocent Jayce off if he tried to incorporate it now. But— oh, Jayce is requesting it. His heart pounds harder, blood rushing to unsavory places.
Gods. Jayce is going to make him mad with power. It doesn't even take him a second to think of what to say, picking at the fabric of Jayce's shirt. ]
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—You wanted me to tell you what to do?
[ He swallows. That is, of course, appealing. He'd thought it too much, though, some sort of insane, slightly degenerate predilection that might scare poor, sweet, innocent Jayce off if he tried to incorporate it now. But— oh, Jayce is requesting it. His heart pounds harder, blood rushing to unsavory places.
Gods. Jayce is going to make him mad with power. It doesn't even take him a second to think of what to say, picking at the fabric of Jayce's shirt. ]
Then I would have you take this off.