It's still their first year in their new home, only three or four months since they stumbled from the fields together. It had been disorientating when they had first arrived, the two of them waking up naked, holding on tight to each other. But it had to have been mid-spring when they woke up; every flower possible was blooming around them, the grass underneath them greener than Viktor had ever seen, and the world was teeming with life around them.

Now, the flowers were less abundant, the grass slowly turning a pale yellowish-green, though just as soft as when they had taken their first steps in this new land. The biggest change of course, was that the temperature was rising, little by little every other day.

They at least had time to settle in their new home before the heat became oppressive. The cottage was abandoned when they found it; the roof caving in with sizable holes in several places, dust and dirt a thick layer on every surface, and enough small bites in the wooden furniture to prove that the cottage had become a pantry for some sort of local creature. It had become a welcome distraction for both Jayce and Viktor to fix what they could, exploring the surrounds but always coming back to the abandoned cottage that they were slowly reviving. Fixing wooden beams, thatching the roof, plugging holes in the wall with clay, and rebuilding the furniture so they could sit and eat and sleep. They had been slowly working on their new home, and no one had yet come by to claim it as theirs to shatter their new dream.

With the rising temperature, the afternoons were getting longer throughout the day, allowing the heat to gently simmer without relief. It had become unbearable for Viktor to work throughout all of it, needing to stop by the early afternoon to hide from the sun. It cut into how much they could do together to maintain what they had done, and work on new things together, so Viktor and Jayce had agreed to split their chores to at least make up for lost time. That left Viktor to garden for most of the morning, securing their bountiful harvest for meals, and Jayce to make furniture and whack broken things back into their place.

There was a stream as well, that ran within eyesight of their new home. More than close enough for Viktor to haul a small bucket of water from to water their garden with ease, and for the two of them to race down to drink freely during the day, or to gather water to boil for bathing. The current was gentle, deep enough to only go a few inches above his ankles, but wide enough that there was no possible way for either Viktor or Jayce to jump over to the other side without needing to walk in the stream first. The water level hadn't even lessened since the change in weather, somehow still collecting water from an unknown source despite the fact that it had not rained for so long.

Viktor can almost hear the gentle noise of the stream from where he sat, the running water blending into the background as crickets and other insects trill in the taller grasses nearby. It was definitely past the point of Viktor's tolerance of the heat, and he was taking refuge under their new front porch, the thatching above him protecting him from the sun as he sat in one of Jayce's prototype chairs.

There's a longing growing in his chest the longer Viktor sits there, for the water. He had always struggled with swimming because of his leg, but as a child he still had enough strength to work against the gentle currents and soak in the shallows of Zaun during the summer. He had always been fascinated by the steamboats and tugboats, and the various types of fishing vessels, that overpopulated the river system that edged what was walkable of the city limits. Even some of his most oldest memories involved him scrambling onto near abandoned boats to investigate how they looked on the inside, or sneaking onto actual abandoned hulls to sleep peacefully inside instead of on the streets.

He hadn't visited the water when he lived in Piltover. Not once. He had been too anxious in the beginning, scared that he would somehow lose it all if he spent more than a few hours back in the Undercity to attend doctor appointments or buy the things he needed. By the time he grew in confidence with the inner workings of Piltover, he had no time to visit the water for a well earned break, or to enjoy what few untainted memories of nostalgia he had. Then, in the even later years, he had gotten too sick. He was too busy, too overworked. The one time he returned to the water, he was desperate for comfort, desperate to feel the familiar creak of wood under his feet as he ran for the first time of his life.

Viktor has to stop thinking about it. He can feel his chest tightening at the memories, and he dispels both the thought and the feeling by taking a deep breath, forcing all of it out through his mouth and away from his mind.

His breathing exercise is a little louder than he expected it to be, and Viktor cringes as he feels as though he's disturbed some kind of peace. He leans forward in his chair as much as possible, looking to see if he's disturbed Jayce nearby, as though he can physically peer around the corner from where he sits on the opposite side of the porch.

Jayce's little workshop lined the outside wall of the cottage, near the back of the small building. They had put up a temporary wall that extended out from their cottage, and a roof for the shade, so there was a designated space for everything that didn't belong inside. There was a large pile for the wood they had either collected or chopped, the smaller and rotted bits used for their cooking and heating while the more viable wood was used for the rest of their needs. They had amassed a small collection of tools, that they had either recovered from inside, or found half buried in the surrounding land. Anything they didn't find, Jayce and Viktor had worked together to make themselves, using scraps and what they had. Viktor knows Jayce misses the utility of a forge, but they had done remarkably well without it, and Viktor frequently found him in the open air workshop more often than not. There was no way Viktor would have been able to see him around the corner, considering where he sat, but he strains his ears anyway for a sign of Jayce stopping his work to come investigate his own noise.

He faintly hears the uninterrupted, gentle scraping, of metal on wood; Jayce planing something until the right size. Hearing that he seemingly hasn't disturbed him, Viktor relaxes.

The water is still calling out to him, however. Already half-out of his chair, Viktor gets up, following their newly worn path down to the stream.

There's a gentle breeze that weaves in and out of his loose fitting shirt as he walks down, the flattened grass still soft and pale green under his feet, as he navigates down the gentle decline to the water. They have a very small dock, only a few planks long, that juts out into the small stream from a slight curve in the landscape. It creaks in a familiar way when Viktor steps on it, but he has no fear of falling through the wood. There's even fish that dart under the dock when Viktor steps onto it, his shadow alerting them of his presence and the fish seeking safety.

The water is so clear that Viktor can see every smooth stone that lines the bottom of the stream, and with the oppressive heat sizzling around his head, Viktor can practically feel the coolness wafting up from the water from where he stands.

He takes off his shirt first, starting a small pile on the dock with his clothes. His pants are next, Viktor sliding them down his legs with ease and adding them to the pile. He stands naked on the dock now, the breeze having full access to lick along his spine and lower back, where a light sheen of sweat has made its home. The breeze is certainly a relief, but Viktor wants more.

He hesitates before taking a step into the water though. He's not entirely naked. Viktor still wears cloth braces around his ankle and knee, linen they had salvaged so that they could wrap around the joints in his weaker leg. He didn't need his full brace, yet, but it was enough to ease the weakness Viktor felt when he walked around. He probably shouldn't get them wet; if he didn't want to wait for his clothes to dry then he certainly wouldn't want to wait for his cloth braces either, and it's not like he was planning on going for a full swim where he would need his joints to be all in order.

Viktor takes the time to unwrap them then, doing his knee while standing, then sitting on the dock to tackle the cloth wrapped around his ankle and foot. The texture of the wood feels scratchy and new on the skin of his ass, but Viktor ignores it, and forgets all about it when his stronger foot dips into the water.

It's blissfully cold. Viktor hadn't realized just how hot he had become while walking the extremely short distance from the cottage, until touching something so perfectly cold, and already the relief was moving up his leg. It made the top half of him feel worse even, a hot flash washing over his shoulders in response to the relief at his foot.

His other foot follows quickly and Viktor gets up to stand in the water. The relief is beyond just the temperature, as the round stones that make up the riverbed are gentle on his arches, and he shuffles further from the dock. He uses the wood to help himself sit down, Viktor letting out small excited yelps as more of his skin touched the water, the temperature shocking his system despite how slowly he was lowering himself down.

He is maybe a little too loud when his ass makes contact, his whole groin contracting in the cold as he squeaks out, but very quickly his body adapts to the temperature and he's completely fine. It makes Viktor quietly laugh, chuckling at himself for his body's own response to just a little cold water.

Now fully seated in the stream, the level sits at just below his belly button. The gentle current breaks along his lower back, barely there as the water moves past him. It emulates the gentle touches that Viktor soaks in late at night, when Jayce thinks he's sleeping and the other man can't help himself from indulging in his own needs. Soon enough though, the fish come back to distract Viktor from his better memories, the fish curious of the new presence in the water and whether they can eat it or not. Viktor is eventually deemed too large to be eaten, and the fish dart back and forth around his legs as he watches them, soaking in the stream.

There's a creaking of wood behind him and a shadow covers Viktor's form, so he turns around. Jayce is standing on the dock, looking down at him with a gentle smile on his face, his eyebrows raised in question now that he has Viktor's full attention.

Viktor returns the smile, showing off his own crooked teeth, and then pats the surface of the water as though it's a seat cushion. "Join me, Jayce."

Jayce's smile goes from questioning to goofy, and in lieu of a verbal response, Jayce just stretches and takes off his shirt. Viktor takes his fill as Jayce undresses. Admiring how Jayce has softened in the past few months, the food and sleep they've been getting together hiding away the muscles Viktor knows Jayce still has, underneath the layer of fat he's finally earning. He's even growing chest hair. Something Viktor always believed he was capable of, it's just the absence of a powerful forge has left it to grow unhindered. He even spies the white hair line scars that line Jayce's chest, before the man goes to unbutton his pants.

Viktor has a great moment of pride when he sees that Jayce's belly finally droops below the belt line of his pants, the little pouch proving that they've both been eating well, when Jayce finally undoes the buttons. He struggles to get out of his pants fast enough though, hopping on one foot when the fabric catches on his heel, and Viktor laughs at him. Jayce has a blush dusting on his cheeks as he laughs too, finally able to get his pants off and onto his own small pile of clothes.

Viktor inches back to the dock, on his ass, as Jayce sits down on the wood. He has a mirroring cloth brace on his own knee, and he unwraps it just like Viktor had done so they're both bare for the water.

Jayce dips his toes into the stream when he's done with his brace, making the same small surprised yelp that Viktor had done when he's shocked by the cold. Viktor only chuckles at him again, as Jayce adapts and fully submerges his foot. He, however, quickly pulls his foot out of the water when he touches the stones along the riverbed, making a face at the texture of whatever he's touched.

Viktor swipes at the offending stone with a hand, using the water to move the silt and light coating of algae that had made it's home there without actually touching it himself. Jayce tries again once the mess has settled, his foot staying submerged, coaxing his other foot to join it and Jayce stands in the water successful.

Viktor moves down the stream, inching backwards on his ass again, once Jayce has made the leap to join him. There's a large boulder that sits in the middle, splitting the stream in two, and it's the perfect spot for Viktor to lean back against it to relax with Jayce. Its even perfect for Jayce to sit on if he didn't want to subject his ass to the other river stones, seating a little limited if Jayce didn't want to subject himself to something slightly slimy. Jayce just follows him blindly, his concentration more on choosing what stones Viktor has already disturbed, so he can avoid touching the ones he doesn't like with his bare feet.

When Viktor's back hits rock, he relaxes, settling into the cool water and the gentle current now caressing his feet. Jayce eventually catches up to him, blocking the current as he stands in front of Viktor, assessing the boulder and around where Viktor sits.

"How's the water?" Jayce asks after he's done his assessment.

Viktor just smiles at him, stretching his good leg so he can boop Jayce's foot with his own, "It's perfect Jayce."

Jayce smiles at the touch, but then his face scrunches in slight frustration, his hands ending up on his hips like a displeased parent when he declares, "I don't want to sit on the big rock."

Viktor laughs at the display, his hands splashing in the water as he bring one up to brace against his chest, his other presenting the stream to Jayce as he stands over him. "Well, most of the stones aren't to your liking either Jayce."

"Can I sit in your lap?" Jayce asks instead.

Viktor just spreads his legs slightly in invitation, more than fine with the proposed solution, and Jayce uses the boulder to help him kneel into place. He yelps, his muscles jumping when his knees hit the water, and Viktor reaches out to help steady him while he fights to stop laughing at the adorable noises leaving Jayce's lips.

Jayce finally takes the plunge and fully settles into Viktor's lap, when his knees have adjusted to the temperature. He's a little too fast on his descent though, disturbing the water so much that it splashes around them, the space between their bodies becoming a tube for the water and the subsequent wave hits them quite high. Viktor yelps when the water hits his sternum, but Jayce yelps even louder, leaning into Viktor for warmth.

"Cold!" Jayce yells, "It's Cold! Viktor!"

Jayce is gripping onto him like a puppy, and automatically Viktor wraps his arms around his middle to keep him safe in his lap, but he is laughing at him for his reaction. For his crimes, Jayce leans even harder on Viktor, and Viktor just pets along Jayce's back to warm him up while trying to suppress the giggles threatening to embarrass Jayce even further.

Jayce lets out another complaining whine on principle, but Viktor takes no heed of it. Jayce has stopped squirming in his arms, they're warm where their skin touches, and Viktor would say that their body heat has warmed the water around their combined groins just fine. In turn, Jayce leans into Viktor's calming presence, relaxing into the petting touches as they cuddle.

They sit there in silence for a small while, just soaking in the water. Viktor closes his eyes at some point, enjoying the weight of Jayce in his lap, his very real presence in his arms. The noise from the stream passing them by, the small insects trilling lightly in the distance, some bird song every now and then, filling the silence perfectly. It was just perfect, including the water temperature.

Jayce wriggles in Viktor's lap after a while and Viktor automatically loosens his hold for him, thinking the man is just trying to adjust to be more comfortable. Viktor is taking most, if not all of his weight, so he doesn't think Jayce is putting much strain on his bad knee, but he wants Jayce to be comfortable either way. But then he squirms again, his body pressing into Viktor with a little more force, and Viktor cracks open an eye to look at Jayce.

He isn't looking at him. His face is off to the side, looking towards their small garden and home, and Viktor can see the blush peaking out from underneath Jayce's beard. To test a theory, Viktor starts ghosting his fingers along Jayce's back, slow and gentle as though he's just relaxing and fidgeting. But, he purposefully trails his fingers along Jayce's spine. The man on top of him shivers, his thighs squeezing Viktor slightly, and he squirms again in exactly the same way.

Viktor can't really feel what's going on between their legs; the current is consistently bringing cold water to them, and his body is constantly contracting against the cold whenever a particular cold patch of water goes past. Admittedly, Jayce's full weight is also pushing Viktor's body into the riverbed stones, and he may have lost feeling somewhere back there as he sits on some nerve. But, he can certainly guess on what Jayce is reacting to. And he wants to encourage it.

He adds increasing pressure with every idyllic swipe along Jayce's lower back, coaxing him to press down and move his hips against him. Jayce follows the suggestion without acknowledgment, his attention still seemingly focused on their home, as his eyes flutter of their own accord and he starts to grind into Viktor's lap.

A stuttering breath escapes Jayce's chest, and the man in Viktor's lap freezes. He watches as his muscles go taught, decades of perfect posture clicking back into place as Jayce tries to default to some level of supposed decorum. As though he's been caught making out with Viktor in a closet back in Piltover, and he needs to apologize for the social faux pas. They both know what that kind of noise means, how Jayce's gasps catch and stutter when he's edging ever closer to the brink, and now Jayce can't deny what he's been doing in Viktor's lap.

"Viktor," Jayce cautions.

It takes a moment for Viktor to understand what exactly he means with his tone, but then he follows Jayce's eye line, where their home sits. It's the only sign of civilization they've seen yet, but it does imply that there were once people around, who could potentially come back. So Viktor reassures him, "No one is watching Jayce, it's just us."

Jayce peels his eyes away to look at him for the reassurance, before he has to double check for himself. His head darts to look around them, looking out of the corner of his eye and scanning as much as he can. Of course he finds no one on the other side of the water, or downstream, or by their cottage. They've been alone this whole time, they're free to be themselves, out here in the perfect little world they've made together.

Jayce relaxes in his arms, and then he resettles in Viktor's lap. As Jayce wriggles back into place, Viktor takes the opportunity to spread his legs a little more, freeing his balls from the tight cave his thighs had made with Jayce's weight. He also slips a hand in between the two of them, ghosting over his crotch before delicately sliding his fingers to touch along Jayce's lips. Despite the fact that his fingers had dipped into the water, Viktor can still feel the warm slick dripping from Jayce and coating his digits.

"You are insatiable, aren't you Jayce?" Viktor teases.

In response, Jayce just laughs in embarrassment, knowing it's something he can't deny. He curls around Viktor now that he has permission to enjoy himself, accommodating his hand and lifting his weight onto his knees to give him the space to touch freely. Viktor, in turn, feels himself chubbing up as he explores Jayce with his fingers.

Feeling emboldened, Viktor arranges his fingers so that his pinky and pointy finger part Jayce's lips, grinding Jayce's hormone grown cock into the crux of his ring finger and palm. It leaves his middle finger to circle around Jayce's wet hole, spreading slick along his fingers and dispersing it into the water whenever Jayce's body dips below the waterline. He uses his free hand to steady Jayce by his hip, directing him to grind into his hand. Jayce's thighs squeeze involuntarily as Viktor's stimulation ramps up, his growing arousal from before resparking like a fire, now that he's been given Viktor's full attention.

Viktor only intends to dip his finger into Jayce, to tease at the rim of his hole as he lets Jayce chase after his pleasure. However, with the feeling of something entering him, Jayce bucks and moans, driving Viktor's finger deeper inside of him. His finger naturally curls as he enters him, rubbing at the spot that lights up Jayce's arousal. And Jayce chases it, not letting up from Viktor's lap as he grinds his dick wholeheartedly into his palm. Viktor just kisses at Jayce's chest, his collarbone, his sternum, as Jayce cries out and whines against him. Viktor trying his best to move his finger inside him and press down enough while Jayce moves, so Jayce can cum on his hand.

Jayce's grinding continues, as his breathing gets more raggard, as his movements get rougher and heavier. Viktor can only place placating kisses as he watches Jayce fuck himself into frustration, heart strings pulling when he sees Jayce so close to the edge but just can't go over. Viktor tries to pause the grinding when he realizes Jayce has hit a wall, pushing against Jayce's hip with his hand, and Jayce stutters to a stop with a frustrated whine.

"Please Vik, more," Jayce begs.

"Of course, of course," Viktor placates, already focusing between them with a solution.

Viktor pulls out of Jayce just enough to slip in two fingers. His cunt accommodates his digits with ease, and the new position allows for Jayce's cock unobstructed access to Viktor's palm, but the noise that comes from Jayce isn't happy.

"Please Viktor," Jayce begs, eyes glassy with frustrated tears threatening to fall, "More. I need you."

Viktor knows what he's asking for, but he hesitates to pull his fingers out of Jayce. It's an undeniable fact that Viktor is large, and in Jayce's more sane moments, he had made him promise to make sure he was well prepared before taking him. And usually that involved making him cum first, at least once, so that his body was relaxed enough to take such an intrusion. Viktor starts moving his fingers as he thinks, getting started on stretching Jayce to prepare him, hoping maybe he can keep him occupied until he's fully prepared to take him.

One of Jayce's hands moves from the boulder, to cradle Viktor's jaw, and he looks up at Jayce with the gentle touch. The man looks absolutely wrecked above him; eyes widened in desperation, and his chest heaving ever so slightly from his panting having slowed. He doesn't need say anything for his plea to make Viktor fold, and he pulls his fingers out of him.

Jayce lets out a groan as he's left empty, but he doesn't hesitate to lift himself up. Viktor in turn finally touches himself, using the slick clinging onto his fingers to wrap around his cock. It's so warm against his cooling skin, his cock hardening with every stroke, until Viktor feels light headed with the sheer amount of blood that's traveled to his crotch.

He guides Jayce to lower, and between the two of them, they manage to slide Viktor's head past the rim of Jayce's cunt. A surprised, high pitched gasp, escapes Jayce. But that noise quickly lowers several octaves as he lowers himself further onto Viktor, and his cock hits all the right places inside of him.

"Oh, fuck!" Jayce exclaims, as he gets about halfway down the length of Viktor's cock. He's hit the inevitable wall of his unprepared insides, as Viktor's cock reaches further than either of their fingers are capable of, and now it's just Viktor's cock head stretching him from the inside. All Viktor can do is hold onto Jayce, as he takes the lead, pulling himself into Viktor's lap at a slow but steady pace. Viktor is overwhelmed with just how wet and tight Jayce is around him, struggling to remember to breathe as Jayce uses him.

Jayce, finally, settles into Viktor's lap, and the both of them breathe heavy into each other's mouths as they take a break. Despite the movement around them, in the water they sit in and how their chests heave together, Viktor feels as though time has paused just for them. Jayce leans in to steal a kiss from Viktor, and Viktor can't help how he raises a hand to hold the back of Jayce's head, the fingers stained with Jayce's slick curling into his hair, as he plunges his tongue against his.

Pathetic whimpers come from Jayce, and then he starts to shiver, pleasure shaking from his core as he's filled with Viktor at both ends. Viktor feels it when Jayce has adjusted to his size and starts chasing his pleasure again, his walls clenching around him, triggering both of them to moan directly down each other's throats.

With Viktor's first moan, Jayce separates their mouths to bear down around him again. Viktor stutters and whimpers, and Jayce start shallowly lifting his hips, slowly working himself to bounce on Viktor's cock as they both whimper into the air.

Viktor is being pushed into the stones that make up the riverbed every time Jayce lands in his lap, but he can't seem to care at the bruises that are probably forming on his ass as Jayce speeds up. He tries his best to match Jayce's pace, using the steady rock against his back as leverage to lift his own hips into Jayce.

The extra movement seems to rile up Jayce more, and then suddenly Viktor can't keep up with the sheer force Jayce is driving into him, as he fucks himself on his cock. He's pressed between the boulder, the river stones, and Jayce as the man plunges himself deep onto him, and starts to grind his small dick into Viktor's belly. Viktor can barely feel it, as Jayce's walls constrict around him, until Jayce finally breaks and his continuous whines turns into a singular cry.

It seems as though the man's orgasm lasts forever, Jayce bearing down on Viktor as he whimpers and whimpers. Viktor can do nothing nothing except ride it out, Jayce's walls milking him for all he's worth, and Viktor feels his own release building with every tight pulse around him.

Until Jayce's insides stop, and his breathing calms down, and Jayce plants a kiss on Viktor's jaw as he collapses into him. Viktor is still hard as a rock inside of him, but he does his best to lift a hand from Jayce's thigh to his waist, in an attempt to cuddle a post-coital Jayce. The light touch makes him shiver, and Viktor feels Jayce's over stimulation reverb inside of him, while he's wrapped around him.

Viktor lets out a squeak, completely against his will. He wants to let Jayce have a moment to breathe, to calm down from how he had ridden him like a man possessed, but he fears he's already broken that quiet moment. He can feel, despite how sluggish Jayce's body feels against him, that he must've heard him. Jayce squeezes his cunt around him again, on purpose, and Viktor truly can't help the pathetic whimper that comes out of him.

Jayce peels away from him enough to look at him. He looks as beautiful as ever to Viktor. His hair is wild and unkempt, sweat dripping down his temples to catch along the top edge of his beard. His beard looks frazzled as well, the longer strands that Jayce keeps in order, seemingly kinking out of place from their shared activity. He looks satisfied as he looks down at him, his eyelids and eyebrows relaxed, but specifically, Jayce is now looking at him with a hungry curiosity.

So he asks, "Did you...?"

Viktor is still light headed, and unable to form an eloquent response, so he just jokes. "My balls are in the water."

Jayce looks at him blankly, slack jawed in confusion, before he catches onto the 'cold water' joke, and he chokes on his own laughter. His whole body seizes, which includes where he is still wrapped around Viktor, and so the two of them make a distorted chorus of helpless moans and strangled laughter, as Jayce fights against a belly laugh.

He's still trying to stop his giggles when he finally leans down to peck at Viktor's lips. Viktor is expecting him to dismount at any moment, and frankly, with how riled up he is he suspects he may cum from that drag along Jayce's inner walls alone. But, Jayce still peppers him with chaste kisses, trying to goad Viktor into kissing him deeper.

He clenches around him again when Viktor doesn't take over his mouth in a kiss, and Viktor groans with abandonment, no longer bothering to hide how Jayce is affecting him.

"Cum in me," Jayce pleads into his lips, "C'mon Viktor, please?"

Viktor just whimpers in reply, as Jayce picks up speed in his teasing. It's not a feverish pace like before, but he begins to ride him again, slow and methodical as he tries to work past his own over stimulation. Viktor's hands scramble to hold on, his palms trying to find purchases even though Jayce isn't exactly outpacing him. He ends up gripping tight around Jayce's hips, the layer of muscle and fat softening the hold that Viktor would otherwise have on his sturdy frame.

He switches to grinding against him, walls clenching around him, and that's Viktor's undoing. It takes only one more smooth roll of Jayce's hips, his own low groan working through his chest, before Viktor gives out a choked off moan and he bucks into Jayce. Jayce doesn't let up his internal ministrations until Viktor is panting and whining, clawing at Jayce's lower back, and the man takes pity on him enough to stop overworking him.

Jayce is a calm and steady weight against him as Viktor fights for oxygen, petting in apology where he feels as though he may have accidentally clawed at Jayce a little too hard. He receives kisses along his jaw and neck for it, and Viktor turns his head to catch Jayce in a lazy kiss, as he comes down from his own orgasmic high.

"No mess, hmm?" Viktor jokes, in the space between their lips, when they break to breathe.

Jayce chokes on a chuckle again, and Viktor lightly laughs at him. He's softening inside of Jayce, feeling as though he can finally think clearly, now that blood is returning back to his brain. When Jayce finally dismounts him, their separation makes enough of a wet noise that they can hear it over the running water, and the both of them cringe in embarrassment before laughing at themselves. Viktor only gets the last laugh out of the two of them, because Jayce absentmindedly touches a riverbed stone as he heads back to the dock, and he whelps from the shock and disgust of touching something too slimy for him to handle.