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Viktor isn’t sure how it got this far. It started with a shy kiss, one that blossomed out of a moment of thoughtlessness, a moment of excitement over the progress they made so far. When their lips met, Viktor’s face turned red and he instantly apologized. But Jayce—
Jayce was not having any of his apologies. Not when he leaned in for another one and stayed there for one more.
It came as a shock for Viktor that the other reciprocates his feelings with such passion. Where all Viktor thought he could hope for was a stolen kiss followed by a loss of trust and friendship, he is now faced with Jayce nibbling on his neck, and skillful fingers opening up the buttons of his shirt one by one.
“Jayce,” Viktor pants, breathless from the kisses and the tingly feeling on and underneath his skin. “Jayce, wait.”
“Hm?” Jayce looks up from Viktor’s chest, mouth dangerously closed to one exposed pink nipple.
“What are you—”
Viktor doesn’t get much further, as Jayce tongue darts out and licks over the bud.
“Hm?” Jayce hums again. “What am I—?”
“ Doing?! ”
Jayce grins. “You want me to stop?”
The way he cocks up his eyebrow provocatively, looking up at Viktor as if it’s nothing to have him pushed back onto the desk, paper, ink and pens lying around them among the hextech props.
“I— No,” Viktor admits, a blush spreading on his face.
“That’s what I thought,” Jayce responds, face already turned to Viktor’s chest again and a greedy mouth finding its destination.
Viktor’s nails dig into the flesh of his palms as he muffles his moan by pressing his lips together.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Jayce hums. “Open that mouth of yours, let me hear you.”
“No,” Viktor yelps, as Jayce’s teeth bite down on sensitive skin.
Jayce doesn’t bother talking much more, he just grunts a displeased response as he starts sucking and biting on Viktor’s nipple.
“J-Jayce,” Viktor manages to pant between suppressed moans.
The way the weight of the other man feels on his body, how Viktor can’t help but hook his legs around Jayce’s hips to pull him closer, the way he feels his own pants tighten at every movement of Jayce’s body, Viktor knows that they are set to do something one of them might regret later.
But Jayce doesn’t even listen to his name as his mouth wanders over Viktor’s now bare stomach. He kisses over his belly button, down the trail of hair leading to a place no one but Viktor ever touched.
Jayce’s fingers are fairly skilled, undoing the pants as if they are not an obstacle but part of a routine. It makes Viktor wonder, and he wants to push it back in his mind, but he can’t help himself.
“W-wait!” He calls out, finally finding the strength in his own hands and placing them atop of Jayce’s to stop him.
“We don’t have to—” Jayce starts, fingers already retreating.
“It’s not that,” Viktor admits, rather embarrassed. “It’s just— I never—”
Realization washes over Jayce’s face, then it’s replaced by a grin. “I never did it with a man either.”
“So you did do it?” Viktor’s voice is just a low grumble, too embarrassed over his unreasonable jealousy. It’s not that he has any claim over Jayce, and he knows they shouldn’t be going any further than this. But even someone like Viktor gets greedy sometimes.
Jayce pauses, straightening up now. “Yeah, I guess,” he admits, a little unsure of himself. “But it’s not that I did it often, or something.”
Viktor leans up onto his elbows, realizing that he somewhat messed up the mood. “I never had anyone I wanted to—” He trails off, unsure of what he even wants to achieve with his words now.
Jayce ruffles through his hair. “Do you want to do it with me, then?”
Viktor feels the heat return to his cheeks again. He averts his gaze, looking over the mess on the desk, all the papers and tools they pushed aside when they were making out blindly.
Finally, he sits up and Jayce rises to his feet again awkwardly.
“Sorry,” Jayce mumbles, fumbling with his own shirt now.
“No,” Viktor stops him, hands reaching out to hold onto Jayce’s wrists. “I want to. I just don’t want you to regret it. You know, I am a man and all.”
Apologetically, Viktor gestures at his body, as if it’s something he needs to apologize for.
He can hear a chuckle from above, then Jayce pulls his wrists out of Viktor’s grasp, just to hold onto Viktor instead. His fingers encircle Viktor’s arms and Jayce lowers his body until they are eye level. One hand comes up, nudging Viktor’s chin to make him look up again.
“How could I regret it if it's you,” he whispers, his face already close enough for Viktor to feel the hot air of his breath against his skin.
Viktor isn’t sure how to respond. He wants to look away again, too embarrassed by the way Jayce’s words make him feel. But Jayce doesn’t let him turn his head away, not when he holds onto his chin so firmly, making sure Viktor stays in place.
Jayce’s open mouth lands on Viktor’s and he instinctively opens his own. The now familiar feeling of Jayce’s tongue meeting his own in the middle instantly sends the arousal back South.
It’s not fair, Viktor thinks. It’s not fair that Jayce makes him feel like this with words so simple, yet so complicated. It’s not fair how Jayce’s hands roam over his body again and Viktor can’t do anything but moan into the other’s mouth in response.
“I want you,” Jayce whispers between two kisses. “So badly.”
“Mh.” Viktor’s response is muffled by Jayce’s mouth. He pulls away to form his words. “Want you too.”
He can see the flash of a row of perfectly white teeth before Jayce’s mouth lands on his again.
This time Viktor doesn’t stop him as his fingers find their way into his pants.
As Jayce’s hand encircles Viktor’s cock for the first time he can’t help but hiss. The friction of Jayce’s calloused hands against the sensitive skin of his throbbing cock make him squirm on the hard wooden surface, knocking over more props.
“Look at you,” Jayce hums, slowly moving his hand up and down around Viktor’s length.
“J-Jayce,” Viktor moans.
“Yes, let me hear your voice,” Jayce responds, grinning down at him.
“Ngh—” There is no point in holding back the moans as they burst out of Viktor. They are quiet, pleading whines, asking Jayce to continue, not to stop, as if Jayce ever would stop.
In all his life, Viktor never considered feeling anything but his own hand around his cock and now that he does feel Jayce’s hand stroke him with the intent to make him feel good, Viktor isn’t sure if he ever wants something else.
It’s when Jayce’s hand pushes down Viktor’s pants, said garment landing on the ground with a quiet thump, that Viktor realizes a crucial thing. He doesn’t really have the anatomy made for this thing, does he? How is this even supposed to work between two men?
Oddly enough, Jayce seems rather confident with his task, finding his way between Viktor’s buttcheeks and gently stroking over the entrance there.
“Jayce?” Viktor asks, hesitation in his voice.
“We need something to help with friction,” Jayce mumbles, as if it’s just another scientific problem that he needs to solve.
Well, it’s biological, so more of the same, right? Funnily enough, making magic work almost sounds easier than easing a single finger into Viktor’s butthole.
Viktor feels odd, laying spread out onto the table like some scientific object, while Jayce rummages through the drawers, looking for something to make this work.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Viktor offers weakly, somewhat sad about the prospect of not being able to give Jayce what he wants. Not being enough, that is.
“Don’t say that,” Jayce hums, then he fishes something out of the bottom drawer of the desk. “Here we go.”
“What’s that?” Viktor asks interestedly.
“Oil. Should work like magic.” Jayce winks, wiggling his eyebrows in accomplishment over his joke.
Viktor snorts. “Whatever.”
In an attempt to make things easier for Jayce, Viktor slides off the table, turning around and offering up his butt. It’s not the most comfortable, especially keeping his weight on one leg primarily, but in his mind, at least, it’s the easier option for Jayce.
However, Jayce doesn’t agree.
“You won’t last like that,” he says, hands rubbing over Viktor’s backside softly.
“Huh?”
“With your leg.” The hand trails over Viktor’s right thigh. “And I want to see your face when I make you feel good,” he adds to it.
Viktor feels his heartbeat speed up at that. Something about the thoughtfulness of making sure Viktor is fine, mixed with the subtle naughty undertone of the second sentence, makes him more than just physically excited about what’s to come.
He turns to sit on the edge of the desk, his hands finding the front of Jayce’s shirt. With more force than intended he pulls him down, pressing a stormy kiss onto the surprised lips of the other.
“Make me feel good, Jayce,” he whispers, spreading his legs as he pulls Jayce down with him.
The other man chuckles, when a slicked up hand finds its way between Viktor’s thighs, pathing to his ass.
As the first digit penetrates him, Viktor’s body tenses up. No matter how badly he thought he wanted that, feeling it for real is a whole different story.
“Relax,” Jayce whispers, mouth against Viktor’s earlobe as his finger pushes in further.
“It— It’s big.”
“It’s only a single finger,” Jayce reminds him with a chuckle in his voice, as he digs into Viktor’s body.
Viktor bites his lip, blinking away the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. It takes a few moves of Jayce’s finger, in and out and in and out, until Viktor feels accustomed to the invasion of his body.
As Jayce continues to push inside of him, Viktor gradually relaxes, finding pleasure in the feeling of Jayce’s finger.
“You think I can add a second one?” Jayce asks, hesitantly.
“I think,” Viktor starts, panting heavily already. “It’s fine.”
“Okay.”
This time Viktor’s moan is muffled by a kiss, as Jayce’s second finger digs into him. It’s not painful, but also not necessarily comfortable. He just feels full, so damn full. Viktor can hardly imagine that anything more than two fingers will fit.
Little does he know about the way two skilled fingers can stretch him open, making enough space for a third one to enter. The longer this goes, the more moans spill out of Viktor’s body.
At first he thought it was just his body responding to the friction, the slight sting and the stretch. But now he is sure that Jayce is hitting a spot inside of him, one that makes him feel good. He doesn’t know what it is, just that it exists and that he needs to feel more of Jayce inside of him.
“Jayce,” he pants, his hand finding Jayce’s face, cupping his cheek ever so softly. “I want to feel you.”
Jayce smiles, leaning down for another kiss. “You sure about this?”
Viktor nods. “Please.”
“Damn, you’re way too cute. So not fair.”
Jayce’s hands withdraw as he starts to fumble with his own pants. Viktor catches a glimpse of Jayce’s proud length springing out of his pants, as if his cock was waiting for the moment to be free.
Jayce pours oil onto it while pumping it slowly. It’s shiny enough to reflect the sparse light in the room when it disappears out of Viktor’s sight.
He closes his eyes, anticipating more of the same, just to be surprised by the tip of Jayce’s cock head pressing against his entrance. As much as Viktor thought his body was ready for this, as little did he realize that there is still miles of a difference between some gangly fingers and a whole cock entering him.
It’s slow and almost agonizing, Viktor asking for breaks every now and then just to be able to breathe, but eventually he can feel Jayce’s hips pressed against his thighs.
“You okay?” Jayce asks, voice breathless too.
“I think?” Viktor offers weakly. “Did we do it?”
Jayce chuckles. “I think so, yeah. But we are only getting started.”
As he says that Jayce moves his hips back, creating friction between them. Viktor yelps in surprise, unaware of how crazy this actually would feel. As Jayce pushes his hips forward again Viktor moans out loud.
“See, told you to not hold back,” Jayce grins, repeating the same movement.
“Holy—” Viktor starts, not even sure who he wants to curse. Not that Jayce gives him the chance as his body moves once more.
Jayce’s hands grab Viktor’s thighs, pushing them up and pressing them against Viktor’s body. He keeps them there as he starts pushing into him at a slow, steady pace.
Tears prick at Viktor’s eyes again, the pleasure overwhelming him gradually with every buck of Jayce’s hips. No one ever told him that sex would feel so— so— Magical?
“Jayce, I—” He tries to warn, but it's futile as his cum spills over his own chest.
Viktor is surprised by his orgasm. He didn’t even need to touch himself and he already managed to spill all over him.
“Oh,” Jayce hums. “You got so tight right there. That felt really good.”
“D-did it?” Viktor asks. He can’t help but feel unsure of himself. After all, he just had an orgasm while Jayce—
“You feel so good,” Jayce presses out with the next buck of his hips. As if he could tell that Viktor was insecure about the situation. “So fucking good.”
Good enough to curse, Viktor thinks. Somehow this makes him feel accomplished.
With the next move of Jayce’s hips he feels a sense of discomfort. As if that spot inside of him is overreacting from all the pressure.
“Oh, it’s—” he tries, but the next buck of Jayce’s hips make him cry out loud. “Ah!”
“So, so good,” Jayce repeats, closing his eyes while continuing the rutting of his hips against Viktor’s bottom.
With every move the discomfort turns into pleasure again, and soon enough Viktor is once again moaning in pleasure under Jayce.
His fingers find the other’s forearms, nails digging into the skin there, leaving half moon shaped indents and red streaks there as Jayce continues.
Jayce leans down, finding Viktor’s lips and kissing him, over and over again. The kisses are short, hot and firm. As if he wants to make a point with every single one of them.
Finally, Jayce’s hand encircles Viktor’s dick again. “Let’s do this, together,” he whispers against Viktor’s jaw as he starts stroking him.
The pace picks up as Jayce fucks into him with more intent now, the intent to chase his own orgasam inside of Viktor.
Viktor wonders if he ever wanted something as badly as everything he wants with Jayce. From the moment he met this ambitious man for the first time, in that demolished apartment, something in Viktor just wanted to be with him. And now that he has him, Viktor doesn’t want any of this to ever stop.
But everything has to come to an end, even though for them, this is just the beginning.
Jayce’s orgasm hits him right after Viktor spills over his stomach for the second time. His hips buck a few, uncontrolled times more, before he collapses onto Viktor’s chest.
Both of their chests rise and fall, gasping for air from the exhaustion.
It’s Viktor who finds his words first. “That was—”
Jayce lifts his head to look at him. “Yeah,” he pants, grinning at him.
“Amazing,” Viktor manages.
“Amazing,” Jayce confirms, dropping his head again. “You are.”
Viktor rubs over his sweaty forehead. “Next time— Next time we need a bed, though.”
Jayce’s chest vibrates as he laughs. “I think I can live with a bed.”
Now, Viktor starts chuckling too, quickly falling into a heartfelt laugh. Jayce joins him in his laugh, neither of them sure what’s so funny.
Maybe it’s the fact that they just had sex. Maybe the ridiculousness of easing tension by fucking on their work surface. Or maybe it’s just that little glimpse of easiness in between the seriousness of everything going on around them.
Either way, neither of them wants to let go of this small moment of bliss only shared between the two of them.