𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 .ᐟ

to you, my catastrophe. to which all sufferings of the world can be attributed— to which all the love i can have may be offered.

he hums at the mention of his name, a silent knowledge —— tip of nose brushing against jayce's in a rather cat—like manner. “ we can go outside like you want. ”

upon proximity, viktor calmly moves his hand to jayce’s nape, gently pushing him down and closer to his face. “ you’re so sweet, jayce. you might give me cavities, you know this? ” lips press against jayce’s cheek, then to the other one —— and finally, his lips.

Are you alright?? 😦