Thinking about Jayce giving Viktor massages. Big hands smoothing and pressing over pale skin, marvelling at how easily he can envelop Viktor's waist and thighs. Rubs his thumbs against each mole he come across while Viktor trembles and moans under his touch, partly from his aches being soothes away, but mostly because Jayce's fingers are brushing closer and closer to his cun– gets shot (Bee)