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you shouldn’t have to hear it from me to know you’re beautiful.
any longer with her teasing and zed surely would have had a crack in his harsh exterior, but a small shudder against his arm immediately snaps his attention back in place.
i just think you look good regardless of what you’re wearing.
he allows syndra to take comfort in nuzzling against his shoulder for a moment before he moves to pull his arm free from her grasp. though instead of moving away from her, he only separates them to slip his jacket off of himself so he could drape it over syndra’s frame instead.
does this attention suffice? you shouldn’t dress in such a way just to get my attention. i’d much prefer for you to not catch a cold.

if i look so beautiful, why are you so quiet about it, hm?
she returns to his side, hugging close to his arm once more but this time for warmth as a shiver runs up her spine. as beautiful as she may be in that dress, it didn't cover much of her. or at least not enough of her. her head leans in to rest upon his shoulder and she hums a tiny huff, one cheek slightly puffed up while she grumbles.
you're only humoring me, aren't you?
to be fair, if he had been she did this to herself. she knew the consequences of teasing him, but as she nestles just a tiny bit closer, her head nuzzling against his shoulder, she can't help but want to hear some of the thoughts he was so good at masking. so much so that she's only left whispering her own just to fill the void.
as long as i can steal some of your attention with it, i guess i can live with your response.

if it were anyone else, zed would have immediately put his guard up; but maybe just because it was syndra, he was able to be caught in such a state. he tenses as his arm is pulled flush against her body, not in defense, but moreso in alarm at the unfamiliar warmth he was met with. he thought he would be able to easily brush off the feeling, but that was until syndra stepped back into his line of sight and caused his throat to run dry.
no, that’s not—… you look good, syndra.
he pauses and with his voice lowered just slightly, he adds on in a quieter tone.
…beautiful.

she catches his gaze linger a little too long and a little lower than she'd expect, a coquettish simper shaping the curves of her lips as he tries to play off his ogling. she wants to , boy does she want to , but she has a feeling it'll backfire immediately, so she settles for moving closer and taking one of his arms between hers, hugging it close. as she looks up at him she starts to wonder why he'd gone so timid and well... maybe just a little teasing wouldn't hurt.
just "fine," zed? is it not beautiful enough? ...or maybe /i/ am not beautiful enough for it?
she releases his arm for a moment to step into his view, motion a hand down her figure.
what do you honestly think? how do i look?

your dress?
his gaze momentarily leaves syndra’s face to scan over the article she had mentioned, realising far too slowly how the action must look to her. he could insist he wasn’t paying so much mind to her figure, but that would be a lie — especially since she did look stunning. but rather than admitting it out loud, zed just quickly adverts his eyes to the side and clears his throat.
…it looks fine. i just happened to pass by and i heard you talking to yourself.

is startled by zed's voice and appearance, quickly moving away from the mirror.
oh, uh... nothing really i just, um...
looks around for something, anything to change the topic to but coming up short.
i just was hoping my dress looked okay, but when did you get here? what brings you here too?

what makes it complicated?

sighs and whispers.
why is looking good so complicated? i just want to be pretty.

tilts her head and turns to the side a bit.
maybe it's the dress...

something is different...

mumbles to herself.
do they look okay?

looks in one of the mirrors in the room to stare at her own s.

his body tenses under the wandering touch, unsure where to keep focus with viktor so close he can nearly imagine it's his tongue tracing those lips rather than viktor's own. god does he wish it was. he doesn't realize he's decreased the distance between them even more, till a breath apart. words filter through the buzz in his mind but not a sound comes out. nothing but choked back phrases rising from ajar lips, nothing but –
viktor...
he exhales, finding he could only catch his breath if it's /his/ name that lingers on it. impatience becomes him, taking his partner's admission as a sign, a green light, to inch closer and raise a slow, hesitant hand to cradle his cheek. he murmurs his name again under his breath, a final, silent confirmation that this is alright, that they – and what might become of them – would be alright

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@❛ ✧ : gojo satoru. this is the right chat fym

hate how i have this idea that won't leave now that it's there.

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wrong chat

i love geto wiener

oh, jayce...
he whispers softly. briefly he wonders when he got so close to the other man, to the point where their noses nearly touch. viktor his lips. he shouldn't like the way jayce reacts so much, but he can't help it when he looks so sweet.
no... no, i've never kissed him before. if you really must know who it is...
his hand, that mischievous hand, begins to creep up higher, until it brushes over the inside of the larger's thigh briefly, before going back to his knee. he decides that maybe now is the time to stop teasing. jayce practically looks kicked aside after the implication of other men in his bed.
...he is sitting in front of me.

he wonders if viktor can hear his heart beat as loudly as he can in his eardrums. the blood rushing north making his head woozy, senses dulled to the world or, rather, anything that wasn't the man stringing him along by a leash. and like any well-trained dog, he listens, nearly whines at the compliment in all its mockery and haughtiness, if not for the his taut jaw that keeps the noise suppressed in his throat
k, kiss...? is the person you want to spend a night with in your room someone you've kissed?
suddenly a tightness in his chest begins to swell. worry, frustration, and the ugly monster that is jealousy rear their head
v, who.. who is it?
he can't bring himself to care about how pathetic he may sound asking, hopeful – pleading – that what viktor is saying is not indicative of the past but what is to come

look at that, you figured it out. very good, jayce.
he hums softly, hand resting on jayce's leg. he doesn't move it closer, nor does he pull his sight from jayce's eyes, but it stays there, steady. he contemplates, for a moment, if he should give into jayce. it's hard, especially when jayce looks up at him like an eager puppy. if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it expectantly. but viktor wants to tease, just a little bit more.
oh, i don't know... i don't kiss and tell, jayce.
and while his words say one thing, the hand on jayce's knee says another, gently stroking in circles.

there was no avoiding it now. no longer playing the fool with his back metaphorically pressed into a corner. the implications that came with the specified setting was enough to bring the blush to the height of his cheeks as well
y, yeah i.... i think i can now deduce what that might be...
his lips part, short silent pants pushed from between them when he sees – knows – where viktor's stare deviates. did he want to kiss? are they going to kiss?? he wants to kiss him, so bad. his thigh tenses at the shift, the faintest brush, dropping his gaze to stare at the hand that draws closer, painfully so
did your thoughts include anyone else in these ... ‘activities?’

jayce, for all his smarts, can often act fairly... dense at times. even in the obvious tension between the two of them, he still manages to skirt around the topic. viktor would often be annoyed at this sort of trait, but (and viktor curses the part of his brain that thinks this way) he finds that when jayce does it, it's somewhat endearing.
a hint, hm? well, i suppose you deserve one. let's see... it's an activity most welcome in my bedroom.
on the last words, viktor traces his gaze down from jayce's eyes, to his lips, then back to his eyes. a hand moves closer, hovers on his knee.
i'm sure you can use that smart brain of yours to figure the rest out, no?

[ ] if jayce finds out he's gonna start having su!cidal ideations again shsksbsk

[] intimately <3

he could feel viktor's body heat emanating just from the fingers that rest a touch from his thigh, as if the taunting digits were already digging into flesh. he gulps again, audibly. he laughs, nervous and bashful, unsure how else to respond when so aggressively ... propositioned. it had not been the first time appealed to for intimacy, but the offers mostly came from women, and not from the only man he had less than friendly, professional dreams about. until now, that is, if he is reading the signs correctly
i, i really couldn't have the faintest clue. there are just so many possibilities, endless really!
oh he knew. and he knew viktor knew he knew. but still he shakes his head, avoiding viktor's eyes when fully aware he'd crumble under that golden gaze. he raises a hand to cradle and his jaw as if still trying to piece together a puzzle that wasn't at present complete before his eyes
maybe a hint would help..?

[ ] viktor knows other men??!!?!!!

so you claim to not want anything from me, but you're still requesting to hear my thoughts.
he raises an eyebrow and smirks, putting up a collected front. viktor is no stranger to discussing topics like this with other men. but jayce is not other men. he is viktor's partner, one whom he spends his days with hours at a time, and the subject of viktor's desires. of course, he won't say those words so easily. so he tugs a little more at the threads of this moment.
you're a smart man, jayce. what kind of ideas do you think was on my mind?
his voice is slow and enunciated as he speaks. he sets his crutch aside to lean in a little closer, a hand resting on the couch cushion closest to jayce's leg.