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It’s not often that Jayce manages to sleep in, and it's even less common for them to get a good night's sleep. Most mornings he wakes up with night sweats that leave his clothes stuck to his body and his bed empty, or he has to get up early for yet another meeting. It's a repetitive cycle. Though it's awful, Jayce is accustomed to it.
Today is, luckily, not one of those days though.
It takes a few moments for Jayce’s body to register everything around them: the cool pillow that presses against his cheek, the same one that he pushes his face against with a groan in order to hide his eyes away from the morning sun that’s gleaming through the window as he fights back the need to wake up. There’s also the soft blanket that’s comfortably wrapped around their form, and the weight of it is just right enough that it makes Jayce want to fall back into that tranquill void of sleep.
And Jayce would have, too, the warm body behind him hadn't chosen to move at that precise moment, ripping a portion of the blanket off and exposing part of Jayce's torso to the chilly room air.
“Well, mornin’ to you too, asshole,” Jayce grumbles, voice gruff from sleep, and they lick their lips in a poor attempt to soothe the dryness of their mouth. He grabs at his shirt, pulling it back down from where it had hiked up overnight in order to cover the bare skin. “You can at least learn how to share the blanket, y’know.”
The person behind him doesn't bother answering correctly; instead, they just sigh in response as their arm splays around Jayce's abdomen and descends to gently squeeze at his thigh.
“I think you’ll be more than fine, Defender. You’ve dealt with far worse,” Viktor says, and his voice doesn’t sound any better than what Jayce’s does. With the absence of the familiar modulation that comes with the mask, Jayce can hear how tired they still are.
Jayce rolls his eyes, but he makes no motion to move away from the other’s grasp. “Don’t call me that. Not here.”
There is a certain bitterness to it, which Viktor seems to notice and thankfully chooses not to take the chance to dig their fingers into it and press further.
Instead, one of Viktor’s hands trails up from where it’s still settled on Jayce’s thigh, the touch feather-light as he moves it up and over the bit of chub that’s long since gathered on their stomach from years of spending hours upon hours in the lab rather than the forge, muscle hidden beneath it.
The touch is… nice, to say at the very least, and Jayce lets out a quiet sigh, pressing into it a bit.
“Vik,” Jayce breathes out for no particular reason, simply to talk, the old nickname rolling off of his tongue easily.
It’s easy, because this is different than how it usually is between the two of them. There is no Herald or Defender of Tomorrow here in the walls of Jayce’s bedroom, no bitter words or acts being put up to please the public, simply Viktor and Jayce — two men looking for comfort within one another.
“Hmmm?” Viktor hums, and he shifts slightly before he moves to roll on top of Jayce with languid movements, a few pieces of the metal digging into soft flesh as he presses his weight down and against Jayce.
When Viktor hovers over them, one of the first things Jayce notices is that the mask is lifted. It's not raised enough to reveal the whole of Viktor’s face, but it's enough to reveal the soft smile that's settled on their lips and the faded scar on the bottom half of their jaw from a particularly nasty altercation that had happened between the two of them.
Jayce is about to speak, his fingers itching to reach up and touch Viktor's face, maybe even stroke a thumb across chapped lips. However, he doesn’t get the chance to do any of that, because all of a sudden, Viktor leans down to kiss him.
His eyes flutter shut almost instantly, a satisfied sound escaping him as he melts into it, and he ignores the pneumatic hiss of the mask as it's pushed completely out of the way to concentrate on the sensation of warm lips meeting his own.
Viktor keeps kissing him, pressing himself down as suddenly he is kissing Jayce with a bit more urgency than what Jayce had really expected. Not that Jayce would ever complain, no, and they only return it with soft nips to Viktor’s bottom lip here and there between quiet gasps for air.
Jayce’s arms move to wrap around Viktor’s neck, one awkwardly bumping into the third arm that’s still settled on Viktor’s shoulder for a moment before he slips his arm between Viktor’s neck and the base of the ray.
Viktor’s hand shifts, trailing up from Jayce’s stomach, and it doesn’t stop until it pushes underneath the loose shirt that Jayce has on and reaches the swell of their chest. Viktor gently kneads at the flesh there for a moment, warm fingers tracing over a jagged scar stretching down Jayce’s sternum.
“You’re quite, ah, touchy this morning,” Jayce manages to breathe out in between kisses whenever the chance is given — which isn’t often — but eventually they manage to tilt their head back in order to catch their breath as Viktor moves to kiss at their neck, the kisses getting more insistent over time.
The metal tips of Viktor’s fingers drag over Jayce’s skin lightly, almost affectionately, drawing mindless patterns until Viktor finally decides to brush a finger over their left nipple, and Jayce muffles an embarrassing sound by biting his own lip as the action sends small sparks up his spine.
Jayce’s hips twitch with it, a familiar need making itself more prominent, and his fingers grasp onto the plating that adorns the other’s skin with the occasional piece of skin exposed. Viktor lets out a huffed laugh, nipping at Jayce’s lower lip in retaliation before pulling back.
And when Viktor pulls back, the mask gets pulled back down and locked once more with a quiet click.
“You don’t seem to mind it,” Viktor says. He swipes a finger across the other nipple, evidently delighted in the way that it causes Jayce to bite at his lip and twitch. “I’m assuming last night wasn’t sufficient enough for you? Are you that desperate for attention these days?”
Embarrassment heats Jayce’s ears, and he swallows thickly, eyes narrowing. “Oh, fuck you, bastard,” he says, but there’s no malice to it. His voice is breathy instead yet still quiet, as if he were whispering a secret despite the fact that they were the only two people in the room. “You ought to know me better at this point, and you out of all people have no room to speak.”
The sentence is punctuated with a slow, upwards roll of Jayce’s hips against Viktor and the tenting bulge that’s formed in the loose pajama pants that they had slipped on the night prior.
It gets a low groan out of Viktor, and Jayce can practically imagine the way that their brows scrunch together behind the mask. The eye slits of the mask narrow, and Viktor pats at Jayce’s hip
“Roll over,” Viktor orders, although it’s still soft, not as demanding as what he could make it out to be, and really, Jayce is still too tired to complain about it anyways. Normally he’d bite back, make Viktor work for it, but now isn’t the time.
However, that doesn’t stop him from quietly grumbling as he rolls over onto his belly, movements albeit sluggish.
“You could at least ask nicely.”
“I could, but I believe you enjoy this much more,” Viktor says, and his fingers trail down the arch of Jayce’s back and all of the way to the curve of his ass.
Viktor isn't wrong, but it’s not like Jayce was about to admit that to their face.
With a huff, Jayce slowly pushes themself up so that they’re settled on their knees instead of laying flat on the bed, front pressed against the crinkled sheets. “Now, stop yapping and actually do something.”
“Bossy,” Viktor tuts, “You’re lucky that it’s this early and that I’m feeling nice, because I would have gagged you for that.”
Jayce’s breath catches, and he shifts his legs together, the fabric of their boxers sliding together embarrassingly easily. “Viktor, I swear—”
Their sentence is cut off when Viktor slides their hand into the boxers, and he’s careful to point his index finger away from Jayce as a claw on his fingertip comes out to rip through the fabric and tear it enough for the boxers to fall.
“Fuck, Viktor,” Jayce groans, and he loves and hates the fact that that sends a sharp shiver down his spine. “I actually liked those.”
“You have more,” Viktor says, the claw retracting so he can press two fingers against Jayce’s now bare cunt instead.
Jayce whimpers as soon as their fingers are on him, and then suddenly they’re pressing inside of him, unrelenting as they press deeper and deeper. “Fff-fuck, yes, but that’s not- the poin- mhh.”
“Vik,” Jayce lets out a low moan, and he relaxes impossibly further. It’s taking everything in him to not melt into the sheets, to keep his hips up on trembling legs as Viktor keeps pressing further and curling their fingers inside of him, working Jayce open with the same dexterity and carefulness as one of their projects.
And perhaps he is.
Viktor gives an appreciative hum, stretching their fingers a certain way that makes Jayce’s legs almost give out beneath him. If Jayce wasn’t so preoccupied with the heat that’s gradually getting worse and pulling tight in his gut, he would be more embarrassed about how wet he is and the obscene squelching sounds that come with each thrust of Viktor’s fingers.
“What is it, Jayce? Have something to say?” Viktor says, and they say it so casually, as if they weren’t making Jayce forget how to formulate coherent thoughts and words.
It definitely doesn’t help that Viktor decides to rub his thumb over Jayce’s cock right then and there, rubbing the nub of it to aching hardness, and Viktor’s thumb slips at first, unable to stay in one place due to how worked up Jayce has gotten (which Jayce knows he’ll definitely use against him later), but it has the same effect either way.
Jayce practically slams his face into the pillows to muffle the pathetic whine that comes from him, both hands fisting into the pillow in front of him, and their legs tighten around Viktor’s hand in a poor attempt to keep them there.
He knows that he’s tight around Viktor’s fingers too, giving himself and his want away. There’s no way for him to put up a front here, not in front of Viktor.
“F-fuck, if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to- mn,” Jayce’s voice breaks off into another moan, this one hitching here and there as Viktor just. keeps touching them.
“Going to what, Jayce? Speak up,” Viktor says, planting a kiss against Jayce’s back, the shirt having long since hiked up from the position that he was in, leaving more skin exposed that Viktor could mess with.
Jayce felt warm all over, the clothes on his body becoming overbearing quickly, but his body was quivering under the onslaught of pleasure. Combined with their exhaustion, they were unable to do much but lie there and take whatever Viktor had to give.
Jayce groans, trying to mentally count backwards from ten to stave off the impending orgasm as Viktor curls their fingers.
“I’ll-” a groan as Viktor curls their fingers, and Jayce tries to mentally count backwards from ten in order to stave off the oncoming orgasm. He doesn’t want this to end that quickly, and he knows how he is and how fast he’ll pass out, especially in the early mornings. ”Viktor, I want more.”
Viktor withdraws his fingers Jayce’s cunt almost instantly, and Jayce doesn’t know if he wants to cry from frustration of the pleasure being cut off so suddenly or relief.
It doesn’t matter, because Viktor is already shifting to move back on top of Jayce, pressing his weight back down against Jayce’s back and successfully pinning them down against the bed.
“Desperate,” Jayce manages, voice stuck between a laugh and a moan when Viktor reaches down to tease their cock against Jayce’s hole, and Jayce’s hand reaches back to awkwardly tangle through the greasy strands of Viktor’s hair.
Viktor groans, “Says you.”
The sound is human, and Jayce doesn’t know exactly when he had removed the mask. It’s obvious that Viktor has nothing to say back though, and Jayce can’t exactly blame him.
As soon as Viktor begins to properly press inside, Jayce is already writhing beneath him, breathless as he’s stretched further than what he had been before, and luckily the slide is easy enough due to the prior stretching and how slick they are.
There’s nothing fast in either of their movements. It’s slow, no rush from either man to reach that tempting peak; all Jayce can do is call out Viktor’s name, calling it out like a prayer over and over again as he pulls out slowly and presses back in, keeping up that same pace, the sounds between them breathless with low words and broken moans mixed with them.
The hand in Viktor’s hair reaches back down to fist into the pillow, and Jayce’s back arches further when Viktor presses even deeper somehow, causing Jayce’s eyes to roll back. “Mnn, fuck…”
“Stop squirming,” Viktor huffs lightheartedly, and they dig their fingers a little harder into Jayce’s sides, relishing in and groaning at the breathy moan and squeeze around their cock they get in response.
“That’s kind of- hard for me right now,” Jayce grumbles, words slurred from both the tiredness and the waves of pleasure that washes over them, and his whole body twitches even as he speaks.
“If you keep it up, I’ll tie your hands to the headboard,” Viktor says, and he doesn’t sound like he’s in any better shape than what Jayce is in. His breathing is ragged, voice hitching with every thrust into Jayce, and that plus the words makes Jayce let out a punched-out groan.
Viktor chuckles, hand smoothing across Jayce’s side, petting at him as if they were some sort of pet. Viktor takes a moment and hums to himself, “Another time, then. For now, keep still.”
“I’m- trying,” Jayce bites out, but his voice immediately breaks off into a whine as Viktor reaches between his legs to take his swollen cock between two fingers.
Which does not help Jayce in the slightest, and his arms and legs tremble with the effort to stay still, sweat beading on his brow and along his back, practically sticking him to the sheets. Their hands clench onto the sheets as though they were the only thing tethering them to the world.
Bastard.
Even then, Jayce does his best to keep still, because they don’t exactly want to tempt Viktor to pause either. His attention is so focused on keeping himself still that he isn’t able to control the little whines that slip past his lips every time Viktor moves.
“Good boy. You’re still so obedient even after all of this time,” Viktor purrs in Jayce’s ear, and it’s like a hot strike to Jayce’s gut.
He whines, something high and needy, and he shifts his hips back to meet Viktor’s thrust. “Viktor, fuck—”
“You’re doing so well, Jayce, so- mn, good for me. You’re so desperate this morning. You’d love having this every morning, wouldn’t you? Waking up with me fucking you just like this?” Viktor breathes out, words beginning to slur.
“O-ohhhhh, fuck, yes, Vik, please. I want that,” Jayce moans, and Viktor’s thrusts stutter even as Jayce continues. “Please, I need that. Viktor, I’m-” Jayce tries to get the rest of the words out, tries to at least warn Viktor that he’s about to come, but he physically can’t.
Jayce’s body tenses up all of a sudden, mouth dropping open in an “o”, and he lets out a noise that sounds half a moan and half a whine as they come. They try to choke down the sound, but it only makes it come out more ragged. Their body trembles through it, light twitches here and there as his cunt squeezes around Viktor’s cock, pulling a rumbling moan from the other man.
He floats, that pleasant haze over his mind as he melts into the bedsheets, and he doesn’t know for how long they stay like that.
Jayce can distantly feel Viktor’s body shake on top of them as he pushes completely into Jayce, the overwhelmingly warm sensation that fills him, and then there’s the feeling of Viktor slowly pulling out.
It’s heartbeats before Jayce can even think of trying to pry his eyes open again, precious seconds of silence that’s filled with soft, gentle kisses over flushed skin, feather-light touches, whispered words and endearments that will never leave this small space between them. It’s soft, sweet, something that makes Jayce’s chest ache and yearn for more.
Viktor takes the ripped boxers and uses them to carefully wipe up the dripping mess between Jayce’s thighs before he helps Jayce slowly roll back over onto his back.
“Mnnn, that was…” Jayce breathes out, trying to wrack his mind for the proper words. It takes a little too long, or at least long enough for Viktor to lay next to Jayce once more, wrapping an arm around Jayce and pulling them closer to their body. “Good. It was good,” is what Jayce finally decides to land on.
Viktor huffs a laugh. “That’s good, then.”
“Mhmmnnn,” Jayce hums.
A quiet moment, a beat.
“And will you stay? At least for breakfast?” Jayce asks quietly, eyes already falling shut. The sleep tugs at their brain insistently, but he does his best to keep himself awake. At least until he gets a response, however, he’s already pretty sure he knows what the answer will be.
Viktor hums, and he strokes his fingers through Jayce’s hair carefully. “At least for breakfast.”