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On most mornings, Jayce would wake up to the sounds of the busy city; the chugging of machines, the shouts of dock workers and the chimes of the clock tower bell.
This morning, however, he woke up to the feeling of soft skin against his own, and the brush of long, silky hair against his shoulder.
“Good morning, zlato,” Viktor drawled in that sleepy tone that Jayce had grown weak to. It made his whole spine feel like rubber.
“Hm? O-oh. Yeah. Morning,” he replied, tripping over his words as he sat up in bed, his husband still holding him around the waist. “You're, uh, clingy today, babe.”
There had to be a reason for it. Viktor was never usually this clingy. Was he unwell? Wait. Oh, heavens help him, was his partner actually horny for once? No. Impossible. That was rarer than finding a well oiled machine in Zaun.
“Just showing the birthday boy some extra affection, ne?” Viktor replied with a smirk.
How in the Void had Jayce managed to forget his own damn birthday?!
He blinked a few times.
“It's the 7th already?” he asked, as if he didn't already know. Viktor chuckled, smooth as silk, and kissed Jayce against his jawline.
“Yes,” he presses another kiss, “surely you're not that tired? You forgot?”
“No! No. I just… uh, you know. I was just checking,” he insisted, but all he got was an eye roll and a very skeptical raise of two eyebrows.
“Of course, zlato. Now, how do you want me, hmm?”
“Huh? What do you - ?” Jayce stopped, turning his head to look at Viktor.
Half closed eyes, a soft smirk and the telltale blush of a man with intentions. Jayce felt his blood burning in his veins. He bit his tongue.
“Well, as you're offering. Get on top, babe, I want to watch you ride me.”
Jayce breathed out a long, heavy sigh, finally satisfied. Viktor, meanwhile, looked utterly spent, resting limply against his husband, his forehead damp with sweat. Jayce absent-mindedly traced one of the scars on his husband's chest. What a vision, he thought.
“Happy birthday, zlato,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. Jayce smiled.
“Hm. Thanks for the gift, hun.” He leaned in and gave Viktor a tender kiss against his temple.
Best birthday gift… ever. Or so Jayce thought, anyway, and that was all that mattered.