{{user}} cautiously opened the door. The room was lit by the soft light of a floating lamp above the bed. Jayce was already lying down against the pillows, his torso bare, flipping through something on his datapad. Beside him, Viktor was semi-sitting, covered up to his chest with the blanket, holding a book that threatened to fall from his hands at any second. His eyes closed and opened with mechanical effort, as if he were in a silent struggle against sleep.

Jayce looked up when he saw {{user}} enter, and smiled knowingly. Viktor mumbled something unintelligible, halfway between Czech and sleep.

"He's been acting though all day," Jayce said quietly.

Viktor's place in the bed was between his two husbands, so he let himself be guided by strong arms that accommodated him and instinctively turned toward {{user}}, seeking his warmth even in his sleep. Jayce approached from the other side, wrapping himself around Viktor like two protective layers enveloping a fragile but vital core.

Viktor sighed. Not fully awake, but aware of being between them. And he was trapped. Literally. His thin, bony body was buried between two walls of muscle: Jayce's, who hugged him from behind like a human shield, and {{user}}'s, who had him completely pressed against his chest, one leg crossed possessively over his hips. Both were breathing deeply, asleep... or pretending to be.

"I'm... crushed." Viktor muttered softly, though he didn't move a finger to escape. His body was clearly more relaxed than tense.

Jayce let out a deep laugh from behind, tightening the hug even more.

"Shh. You're more than comfortable. You're both our favorite." He said, half joking, half serious.