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intimate
adjective
/ˈintimət/
(of knowledge of a subject deep and thorough)
Intimacy is a scary and strange word. What is intimacy, anyway? Is it romantic, or sexual? Is it physical, not always, maybe?
It's a word people used often for them. Intimate. Was it because no one understood the other like they did? Was it because no one else ever saw, or wanted or particularly cared to see deeply into their minds or souls?
Being intimate with Viktor wasn't scary though, no. It was normalcy. Normalcy was intimacy with them. They didn't know everything about each other, there were still topics they skirted around.
Jayce's dad, Viktor's past, his disability. But that didn't feel like a chasm between them. On the contrary, Jayce felt almost giddy with the knowledge that there was more to Viktor, and that maybe one day he'll get the privilege to see it.
Privilege is another scary word. Jayce knew he was privileged for living in Piltover, even though House Talis wasn't among the most powerful houses. He knew he was privileged in having an education, in being healthy, and being what others called handsome.
All of that paled at the mere privilege of knowing Viktor.
Even if Viktor deeply disliked when Jayce said it, it was still true that he wouldn't be there if it wasn't for the other. The privilege of having a life working on his dream with a person like Viktor made Jayce lightheaded.
There were hard days, of course. Days where Jayce still felt unhappy for no apparent reason, where sitting up and out of bed felt impossible. Days where no equation made sense or the measurements weren't right or the magic just wouldn't cooperate and something blew up in their faces.
Days where Viktor would get that tight expression for having to use his crutch like an actual crutch, where the damned steps to get to the lab going up, up, up looked like the stairs leading you to Hell.
But they were easily swept away by a new discovery, a successful problem solved, smiles and laughter shared across the lab, one always a bit more reserved than the other.
There was the physical aspect, too. Jayce has always been a bit too touchy, having had a mother that showered him with affection deep into his teenage years and adulthood too.
The first time Jayce touched Viktor was right before they sneaked into Heimerdinger's lab, a hand on his shoulder while they realised that they could actually build their dream. He remembers Viktor smiling up at him and then quickly preparing themselves for their mission.
The second time was in that faithful lab, Viktor delicately laying a hand on Jayce's forearm to get closer to the table. His cane was stuck into the handles in the door to keep it shut, and despite clearly not wanting to show it, Jayce saw that the other wasn't totally comfortable walking without it, but didn't make a comment on Viktor's action.
The third time was a hug, directly after they returned to solid ground. Jayce couldn't help it, couldn't contain the awe, joy, fear that he felt, so deep inside him, pulsing and ready to explode at any minute, any second now. He just turned around, saw Viktor smiling at him, crinkled eyed and crooked tooth on display for the first time. Jayce’s arms were around him without him even noticing. Viktor turned stiff into the embrace, and Jayce remembers the shame starting to creep in before Viktor chuckled so, so softly and embraced him too. The hug was brief, there were too many things to explain about Hextech to the others (that Jayce nearly forgot about), too many things to do. But it was still a moment between them Jayce thought about often.
Jayce remembers the rest of the night. His hands kept shaking and adrenaline coursed in his veins, and then felt like a bucket of frigid water cascaded on him when he realized he didn't have a place to go. His apartment was blown up, and he knew he had to explain everything to his mother, but it was the middle of the night, and his palms started to sweat when he thought about what he was originally planning to do.
The calm, again, came with Viktor. Jayce remembers blabbering to him in his nervousness, and Viktor offering another chuckle that Jayce already found incredibly precious. He remembers Viktor reassuring him that he did have a room at the Academy, and that he was more than welcome to crash it until he figured out the specifics. Jayce never pointed out the fact that Viktor didn't have a cane to lean on during the walk, too.
He remembers the room filled with books and almost nothing else, remembers them both still shaking with excitement, unable to sleep, Viktor preparing cups of coffee for Jayce and sweetmilk for himself, remembers talking and talking and then waking up with the rays on sunshine in his eyes and a crick in his neck for the pitiful position he fell asleep in on Viktor's couch. Remembers Viktor looking at him with a soft grin on his face and telling him to go freshen up in the bathroom while he made breakfast. Jayce thought much, much later how domestic that scene was, how it was that morning that probably ignited that still tiny but spark of fire in his heart.
Jayce remembers as he gazes at Viktor across the lab, the other deep in thought with a frown on his face, fingers in his hair twirling and twirling.
His gaze shifts to the clock above Viktor's head, noticing it was nearly 7 already. It wasn't "late" for them, considering they often stayed at the lab deep into the night, but it had already been a slow day since they were waiting for some components, and Jayce was ready to go home and relax for once. If home meant Viktor's apartment…Well.
Jayce rises from his chair and cracks his back (which is incredibly sore. He didn't know how Viktor coped), scoops his jacket up from where it was draped further onto the desk and makes his way to Viktor, resorting to stomping a bit so the other knew he was coming and wouldn't startle. (It had happened before. He got a pencil thrown at him.)
He hears Viktor sigh and tilt his head back, going back and forth, his bones making little pops. He glances up at the clock and then turns towards Jayce, the frown keeping his heavy brows together smoothing out, a small smile on his thin lips.
"I'm assuming you are going to twist your way into coming to mine for dinner, mh?" he says, and Jayce smiles sheepishly. Despite being only a couple of years of knowing each other this was a well practiced dance between them, Jayce finding the most random excuses to go home with Viktor, to make sure the other took care of himself and because despite the lavish furniture and exquisite view, Jayce kind of hated his big, empty apartment.
He just waits as Viktor stores pencils and notebooks in the drawers of his desk, then shrugs his own jacket on, hip leaning, before grabbing his crutch. As always, Jayce doesn't comment about Viktor using it as a cane and not a crutch. As much as it bothers him, it's not his place.
Jayce scans the lab quickly and then follows Viktor out the doors, locking them while the other makes his way towards the stairs. It used to bother him at first, thinking Viktor wanted to put distance between them, before realising it was because Viktor wanted a headstart not to slow Jayce down, as if Jayce cared or would ever fault him for it. It was another thing they knew about each other but didn't talk about. Intimacy.
The brief walk to the apartment is quiet, both of them content in sharing space but not words. The air around them is chilly, the cold slowly creeping in as the leaves start to fall. Jayce knows he will start spending even more time in Viktor's apartment than he already does. In the first year of their partnership it felt so shameful to ask to stay, big fingers fidgeting with his cuffs or shirt, but it was another thing they didn't need to speak about. Viktor knew that in the colder months Jayce needed someone to keep him afloat, his mind clear.
Viktor's apartment is actually on the second floor of a tall and narrow little building; Jayce asked him why he didn't get a ground floor one, since the building had an elevator but that could always fail, and Viktor shrugged and replied that, if he was careful, if he leaned a little bit out of the balcony and looked at the small sliver of space between buildings, he would see a glimpse of the bridge to Zaun, and remember who he was doing it all for. Jayce never questioned again after that.
Their dance around the apartment is one they've done times and times again, Jayce hanging their jackets on the tall brass coat hanger, then going to push the coffee table a little closer to the couch so that it was easier for Viktor to lean over it, while Viktor started laying out the ingredients on the little kitchen table and put a pot on the stove.
It was actually Jayce who cooked, since Viktor didn't have the patience for it nor cared to learn beside the basics to keep himself alive, so Jayce entered the kitchen and immediately set to chop the few vegetables that Viktor prepared for a simple pasta dish.
"Huh, I forgot to mention. Heimerdinger actually gave me this the other day, said it's what the Pilties apparently drink during fancy dinners to celebrate. But considering I do not care about fancy parties, I say we should sample it when we please, no?"
Jayce turns around to see Viktor hold up a bottle of very nice dark wine. He whistles when he sees the label.
"Yeah, that's the nice stuff. Me and Ma never had the money to get a bottle, was lucky enough to drink it only over at the Kiramman's. And you know what, you're right, fuck it. Open the bottle," he finishes with a grin, already tasting the tart of the alcohol on his tongue. What he said was true, he and his Ma didn't have enough money to bother spending it on something that would be gone so quickly, but he knew that the high socialites drank it in fountains during parties. The thought of enjoying it with Viktor, in his tiny apartment and after a day of basically lazing about felt like a tiny rebellion.
Jayce finishes chopping the vegetables and puts them in a pan to sizzle while Viktor opens the bottle and pours two generous glasses of it. Jayces raises his eyebrows at that and looks at Viktor, who flaps a hand at him while he fetches a cap for the bottle.
"Eh, do not look at me like that. It has been a while since I drank and I want to indulge when I can. Besides, I am not the one that feels the effect of it so quickly." Viktor throws a little smirk at him, and Jayce scoffs and blushes a bit, remembering the few times the alcohol got to him quickly and he said some rather embarrassing things about his childhood. He will not repeat the story of little him waving his father's hammer around and using a blanket as a cape.
Viktor takes a sip and gazes at him while he pours some sauce in the pan; as the other said, the wine always gets him a little too fast, and Viktor will kill him if he accidentally spills something on the countertop. Not that Viktor actually cares, mind you, he just hates cleaning.
After measuring and placingthe pasta in the water he finally allows himself to take a sip too, the sharp taste of it immediately flooding his mouth. He usually prefers sweeter alcohol, a fact his peers at the Academy often made fun of, but he was glad at how quick it made an effect on him, grounding him in the present rather than letting him lose himself in his thoughts.
"When are the parts we need coming in, anyway?" Jayce shakes his head to lift the gentle buzz off his head and snorts, before replying, "We're here having a bottle of the most expensive thing I've ever drank and your mind is still in the lab? C'mon Viktor, relax. We've made huge progress last week, we can have some time for ourselves right now."
Viktor scoffs. "You did not answer my question, but fine. I'll drink more of this and pretend that I'll be as tipsy as you and make fun of you in the morning, if you insist," he finishes, taking the glass from Jayce's hand so he can settle both on the tiny table in the living room.
Jayce rolls his eyes at his retreating back and finishes preparing their plates, grabbing cutlery and napkins while he makes his way to Viktor, who is putting some obscure music on the rickety record player in the corner. Viktor almost never puts on songs with actual words in them, saying they distract his reading or interfere with solving a problem, and that is true even when it's just the two of them unwinding after a long day, not wanting a third voice to intrude into their conversations.
Jayce hears Viktor exhale a long sigh as he leans the crutch on the arm of the couch and finally sits down, his right leg automatically straightening and his deft fingers massaging the inside of his knee.
Jayce sits next to him, puts the plates down and grabs the edge of the table to put it even closer to them. Honestly, the whole ensemble is terrible for their backs, since they often eat hunched over in fear of making a mess, but the music doesn't carry over well to the kitchen and Viktor prefers the soft cushions after a long day, so they make do.
The softs sounds of metal on glass, guitar and the day outside coming to an end fill the comfortable silence as they eat, content as always to be around each other without needing to speak. When they still didn't know each other well Jayce would always fill it with the most random thoughts, thinking that the silence meant Viktor was uncomfortable or worse, bored out of his mind of him, but he quickly learned that it was just one of Viktor's quirks, finding companionship even in something that others would find bothersome.
So they eat, and drink, and drink again and is starting to feel that chemical relaxness that comes with being tipsy, loosening his muscles and his tongue. He looks at Viktor, who is cradling his glass in his hand while he looks out the window, but from his unfocused gaze Jayce knows that he is mind is filled with something else, and that part of Jayce that wants to know everything about the other pleads to tell him what he's thinking about. Please, I want every part of you.
He starts thinking about the things he still doesn't know about. He doesn't know exactly what's going on with his leg, or why his lungs make a weird rattling sound every now and then. He doesn't know about his family, but he's not stupid nor buzzed enough to go ask about that. He doesn't know why he puts anice in his milk.
There's... another thing that Jayce doesn't know, and despite trying to dispel the thoughts every time they come to his mind, he cannot stop wondering about it.
Viktor has never, ever talked about romance. He has never mentioned a partner, nor an ex, has never made a passing comment on someone, never let his gaze wander. And of course, Jayce could have just simply missed it, but as embarrassing as it was to admit, Jayce looked at Viktor, well, quite a lot. He knows he would have noticed it.
Jayce didn't even know what Viktor liked or if he even felt attraction that way.
He never crossed the line and asked, though. While they shared awkward stories about each other, saw each other in various states of unkemptness after long days at the lab, knew how the other smelled after the adrenaline went down after a successful experiment, Jayce was afraid that would be the one thing that would upset Viktor, prompt a frown, that deep line between his heavy brows making an appearance, and close himself off.
So he never dared. But there was alcohol in his veins and a buzz in his ears and music around them and the soft rays of the lampost outside illuminating them, and Jayce wanted so much. Too much.
"I was thinking, we know so much about each other..." He trails off, his throat making a clicking sound as he loses his words. Viktor turns towards him and raises an eyebrow, expectant but willing to wait for him, always.
"I've.. you've... you've never mentioned, well. Anyone else," he continues lamely. Maybe the alcohol wasn't actually helping, after all. Viktor continues to gaze at him, a soft smirk now playing on his lips.
Jayce takes a big breath, hoping he wouldn't see that smile fall. "I just don't really know if you're interested in people that way, that's all. Not that there's nothing wrong if you don't, of course, but I was just thinking about the fact that… it's strange that I do not know about it since you're, well, my partner." He finishes, his fingers worrying the hem of his shirt while he peeks at Viktor from the corner of his eye.
He sees that the smirk did fall off Viktor's face but he doesn't look mad, thank God. He just looks... contemplative.
"I... am interested in people that way. In men." And oh. Oh . "It is just not a priority in my life and something that I do not consider often, but not for lack of, eh, wanting. Before all of this," a wave of a pale hand, "there weren't many that would find in me a decent... companionship. And after I met you and we started working on Hextech, I've simply stopped thinking about it. My work is fulfilling enough and I do not have the time to share with another person." Viktor looks at him, face calm but with a small hint of trepidation while he waits for Jayce to process the words.
"Oh. Oh, yeah, no, you're right. I've since long stopped thinking about it too, even before we met. All my time and thoughts were filled with the want of finding a way to share my dream with the world and nothing else. Even my grades were slipping, and my professors were not happy," he chuckles a little awkwardly. At that, he hears a delicate snort. "Oh, I know. I was quite disappointed when I saw the state of your academic performance during that time." The smirk was back on, and Jayce gasps, momentarily forgetting the topic of the conversation.
"You spied on my grades?!"
"I was assistant to the Dean of the Academy, I remind you. I think it was rather normal of me to want to see with my own eyes what else my new partner was good at, mh?" and that sentence shouldn't have sounded so obscene but oh, in Jayce's mind, it was. Suddenly the original topic of their conversation was back and insistent in his mind.
"Was there ever anyone else, before you came here? In Zaun?" he asks, and he so hopes that he wasn't making Viktor uncomfortable but he suddenly felt like he had to know, that he had to take that part of Viktor for himself, too. Maybe he was egotistical.
"Not really, no. I shared my first kiss with a boy I met while I worked on some purificators near the fissures, but that was it. That happened just before I got the spot at the Academy here in Piltover, and as I told you, there was no one else after that." Jayce can hear Viktor's tone becoming a little distant, already putting space between them as if afraid that Jayce would judge him for what he revealed.
But Jayce wasn't judging. Jayce wasn't doing much of anything really, as his brain shut down.
Viktor was a virgin.
Like him.
Despite it all, despite knowing that Viktor didn't offer the privilege of touch (and often even words) to most, and that his disability was often seen as a barrier between him and Piltover's most delicate sensibilities, the discovery completely shocked Jayce. Not because he thought it shameful (he would be quite the hypocrite for that) but because he couldn't imagine having a piece of Viktor and not wanting it more. And oh. Maybe he was a hypocrite, after all.
He can see Viktor's body becoming rigid, his face closing off and his body hunching slightly on itself, telltale signs of when he felt inadequate in a certain situation, which Jayce found stupid, since it was the world that was inadequate for Viktor.
"It is similar for me," he rushes in, hoping to smooth out the frown marrying his partner's face, "I had an extremely awkward high school 'relationship' that mostly consisted in some rather wet makeout session and then completely ignoring each other during class, and that lasted for like, a couple months. There was no one else after that." He looks at Viktor's golden eyes and catches the exact moment that his words register and his pupils widen, nearly swallowing the iris around it.
A nearly imperceptible breath. "I have to admit I am... rather shocked at this. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, but I am not blind and I do see how the people look at you, during parties and walking down the street. If I was a better man I would say that I would not, ah, take advantage of the situation, but alas."
Jayce frowns, thinking it over. While not vain, he does know he is attractive and takes care in his own appearance. He knows he turns heads and that people look at him and giggle behind raised hands at parties. But that's precisely why he would never indulge in any of it. "It may be too sentimental, but I would not seek someone that wants me just because I'm attractive or the inventor of Hextech. I do know some would do it, and I wouldn't fault them for it but... it is not me. I, well. I want it to matter." he finishes, and he can feel the blush rising quickly to his cheeks and his stupid big ears, always an obvious sign to everyone of his embarrassment.
Jayce steals a glance at Viktor, and he notices that his spine has straightened back up and he's leaning slightly towards him, head tilted and gaze assessing, pupils wide, and Jayce has to be misunderstanding this, has to be imagining the heat in his gaze.
His throat clicks as he swallows and he sees Viktor's eyes following the movement, whole body tipping forward even more, before realising what he's doing and backing up, taking a final sip of the wine to mask his slip up.
But Jayce saw and Jayce wants so, so much. He can't lie to himself anymore, he pictured it before, in stolen moments under his sheets late at night or with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, a release quickly forgotten and shameful fantasies stuffed back deep into his mind. But would it be really so shameful? Would it be wrong to know each other even more intimately? He already knows so much about his partner, can he be blamed for wanting to know his body just as well, so that when he pictures him in his mind in the rare cases in which they aren't in each other's company he could paint him perfectly, body and soul?
While others may scoff at this, Jayce doesn't desire much in his life. He rarely spends the rather new and large amount of money in his bank account, prefers simple meals and has just one good outfit in his wardrobe. He knows he could ask for more but he doesn't want to, because he is generally fine with his most basic needs being met.
But not this time. He cannot let this go, feeling ravenous for once, looking at his partner, and he suddenly realises that the music stopped long ago and the only sound filling the space are their heavy breaths. Two sets of them, Viktor's as well, since Jayce's mind isn't playing tricks on him and he can see how affected Viktor is as well.
His hand is violently trembling when he lifts it to Viktor's face, his big palm cupping the other's narrow face. A gasp punches out from Viktor's lips, breath leaving him and slumping even more in the hand cradling his cheek, his own slender hand coming up to cover it.
"Tell me I'm not fucking it up. Tell me you want this, me, just as I want it, Viktor, please," and Viktor is nodding, his hair falling into his eyes and finally the space between them is gone and they're kissing and Jayce finally knows Viktor, wholly, completely.
It's just a slide of lips at first, the slickness of the wine aiding them, and then Jayce gasps into it and Viktor's tongue is in his mouth and his hand on his chest and the other gently caressing the short hair at his nape. Wet sounds now fill the air as the heat builds between them, then suddenly Viktor's thin lips are gone from his and he's left chasing them, but Viktor's delicate fingers lay on him before he can go back in. "Slow down, Jayce. I need to breathe," he says, a giggle falling from his mouth, and Jayce has never heard Viktor giggle but now he wants the sound to fill his ears for the rest of his life.
Jayce is left panting and realises he needs air too, but not as much as he needs Viktor. He begins leaving small kisses on every silver of skin he can find: one of the forehead, then on a dark brow, the bump on his nose, the mole just above is lip, his chin and then down and down, at the junction between neck and jaw, the tendon straining with every breath, his Adam’s apple, a clavicle barely peeking from Viktor's shirt.
Viktor is offering soft gasps at the assault, but a kiss on a particular spot on his neck makes a deep moan rise from his chest and Jayce can't help groaning against him in return. He tilts his head up and finds Viktor looking down at him, pale face for once flush with blood, hair blown around and eyes wild.
"Bedroom. Please, Jayce, get me there," Viktor blabbers and Jayce notices how much he missed his voice in the mere minutes they spent kissing.
He nods wildly and stands up, his own face reddening as he looks down at the tent in trousers being exactly at Viktor's eye level, who has regained a bit of his composure and is smirking slightly up at him. Jayce huffs at him and offers a hand to help him up, placing another kiss on his crown as Viktor grabs his crutch.
Despite heading eagerly to the bedroom the air around them has somewhat settled, the desire between them burning but not blazing, not destructive. Jayce closes the curtains while Viktor sits down and clicks on the small lamp on his bedside table, illuminating the small but cozy room filled with books and the small amount of knick-knacks that Viktor keeps.
Viktor throws him a small smile before gently patting the space on the bed beside him and Jayce goes, hands coming up to cradle the other’s face as they share unhurried kisses.
Jayce is surprised that it's Viktor that goes to the bottom of his vest and pulls it off before quickly meeting him in a kiss again, but then again, Jayce is so afraid of doing the wrong move that they would have passed the whole night just kissing if Viktor didn't act first. And that was fine, of course, but not what Jayce wanted.
His own hands have wandered over to Viktor's tiny waist, his mind nearly short circuiting when his fingers nearly meet over the small of Viktor's back, a groan escaping from him at the feeling. Viktor chuckles into the kiss and then pulls back, eyebrow rising and smile pulling at his lips.
"Sorry," Jayce says and clears his throat when he hears how hoarse he sounds already, "I think I might be into that more than I thought."
Viktor just snorts and shakes his head, but from the intensity in his eyes Jayce knows he's affected, too. Jayce starts forward again but Viktor stops him with a hand on his chest, his other soon following to slowly unbutton his shirt. Jayce shrugs it off his shoulder and throws somewhere near the end of the bed, he turns to Viktor, a gasp coming out of him when he's met with the sheer hunger on Viktor's face. His pale hands come up again to stroke slowly along his collarbone, going down to gently cover his pecs, fingers trailing lightly over his abs and body hair. Jayce squirms a bit at that, both ticklish and turned on, Viktor sends him a soft smile and goes back up to his chest.
"Are you sensitive here?" It takes a moment for Jayce to get that Viktor is talking about his nipples, and he slowly shakes his head. "I.. have no idea actually. I've never tried," he knows that there's nothing sordid in playing with one's nipples, but his stupid brain gave in to society's expectations that a masculine man couldn't possibly enjoy something like that. The look that Viktor shoots at him makes it clear that's going to change soon.
His hands squeeze Jayce's pecs slightly and Jayce is about to make a gentle quip about, but his words dies in his mouth and a moan escapes instead as Viktor's fingers suddenly pinch his right nipple before gently rolling it, and oh, Jayce realizes he’s been missing out. That felt incredible. He hears Viktor chuckle as continues rolling it between the tips on his fingers, but that doesn't feel as good, and then suddenly his left nipple is pinched and tugged and a loud gasp leaves him as his back arches, chest pushing out towards that pleasurable pain.
"Oh. You like this." Viktor's voice is low and Jayce's erection strains at hearing his partner's already deep voice deepen already more with lust. Jayce can't help but nod, mouth dry, but then Viktor lowers his head and gently bites at his right nipple and Jayce's hand flies to his mouth to muffle the high, needy sound that escapes out of it.
"Ah ah, none of that, Jayce. I do not care how thin these walls are, I will hear you now that I finally have you between my hands." And that is another thing Jayce didn't know he was into, but Viktor's commanding tone shoots sparks up his spine.
His hand leaves his face and he places both arms behind him, head tilted back and gaze unseeing as Viktor goes back to playing with his nipples, deep groans punching out of him now that he knows how much Viktor wants to hear him.
But as much as this new discovery is trilling him he already misses Viktor's chapped lips on his, so he grabs Viktor's hair and guides his head up as their lips crush together again, tongues meeting soon after as they pant into each other's mouths.
The scratchy fabric of Viktor's vest is uncomfortable against his bare chest, and Jayce finally grabs the hem and takes it off of him, shooting Viktor a look and then unbuttoning his dark shirt after he receives a nod of affirmation. Viktor grabs it and sends it somewhere near Jayces own and then leans back, expectant.
Jayce is immediately transfixed at the sight. His gaze wanders over the light scars below Viktor's pecs, his small brown nipples and the moles and freckles scattered about, at his ribs and at the hair leading down into his slacks. His fingers come up to trace lines from one mole to the other and he feels Viktor tremble slightly under his touch. He raises one hand to Viktor's flat chest, but Viktor grabs his wrist with a shake of his head. "Do not bother. I lost much of my sensitivity there after surgery. There are other places where your touch will be more welcome."
"Show me, then," Jayce replies, slightly pleading with the need to please his partner. Viktor keeps his grip sure on his wrist and guides his hand to glide lightly across his collarbone, then up to the side of his neck and along the tendon straining there. Jayce sees Viktor's eyes flutter close and is surprised at how much that single touch, that feels more intimate than sexual, is affecting him. He now understands that his views on how a sexual encounter might go are definitely screwed by bad retellings of his peer's escapades, but he absolutely prefers whatever is happening over the rushed encounters he heard about.
His thoughts are cut short when he suddenly feels Viktor's fingers tightening almost painfully around his wrist, and his eyes quickly snap to Viktor's golden once, where he finds a slightly scolding expression. "Eyes on me, Jayce. It is bad etiquette to let your mind wander during a time like this," Jayce grins at him but resumes his gentle petting. "And where did you hear about this etiquette? Because you made it clear that we are on the same page here." His teasing is met with an eye roll and a peck on his lips, and Jayce is about to say more but then there are hands on his belt buckle and his mind is shutting down again.
Deft fingers quickly unbuckle him and then Viktor gives him two pats on his flank, signaling to tilt his hip up so he can slide off his trousers. Jayce quickly shucks them off, pulling his socks off too on the way, and then his gaze is immediately back on Viktor to gauge his reaction.
Jayce's whole chest flushes with pleasure as he sees Viktor's eyebrows go up at the tent in his boxers. He grins up at him and Viktor scoffs. "Don't let it go to your already big head", but Jayce can see the smile pulling at his lips. Viktor leans in, ready for another kiss, but Jayce stops him midway there. "Can I do yours, too? Please. I want to see you." he begs, hands already going at the small buttons on Viktor's trousers. A nod and Jayce hurries to pop the buttons open, aiding Viktor in getting them off his thin legs, and then he's met with the sight of Viktor with only his boxers and knee brace on.
His gaze lowers and a gasp shoots out of him when he sees the dampness already soaking the front of Viktor's underwear. His gaze lands straight to his partner's face, now flushed and flustered. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen" he blurts out. Very smooth, Talis.
Viktor's head whips up to look at him, his mouth open in a gape. And then he laughs, hard. Harder than Jayce has ever heard him laugh.
Viktor's laugh is scratchy, coming from deep into his throat, and he finishes it with a little cough, but it's the most beautiful sound Jayce has ever heard.
"You are going to be the death of me, Jayce Talis." Viktor says, eyes sparkling, before taking his face between his hands and kissing him hard.
They are still sitting next to one another, legs dangling from the side of the bed, and it's not enough, now that he finally can he wants to feel as much as Viktor as he's allowed to, so he winds an arm around the other and flips them around so they're laying side by side, bare chests and arms and legs finally connecting and entwining, hands wandering all over, caressing, teasing, bruising.
Viktor's hand glides down his back and down to his ass, grabbing the meat there and bringing their hips together. Jayce moans unabashedly as his cock grinds against Viktor's pelvis, and gently takes Viktor's bum leg and brings it over his hip so that they can slot together perfectly, heat building up between them quickly.
"Off, off, I'm tired of waiting," Viktor snaps, his own leg coming back down so that he can take Jayce's underwear and tug them down, Jayce moving to help before Viktor tears them clean off of him.
Viktor's own boxer soon follows and finally, finally they're laying together, completely naked, breaths mingling and foreheads touching, staring into each other's eyes like it's the first time they've ever seen each other. Viktor leans up and kisses him, tongue slipping in but retreating too soon, as he scoots a little backwards so that he can sneak a hand between them. Jayce continues to stare at Viktor's golden eyes instead of the hand trailing down his body, so it's even more shocking and gut wrenching when Viktor's long fingers finally wrap around his cock. It's a little uncomfortable at first, angle off and skin too dry, but still perfect, and then Viktor pulls his foreskin back and slicks precum on his shaft and it's better but still not enough, he's bucking into Viktor's hand, wanting more-
"Jayce. This is new for both of us, mh? Talk to me. Tell me what you need. Not only it is my first time doing something like this, I also have quite the different... bits. So tell me. You're allowed to ask me, you know?" And no, Jayce didn't, but he nods and leans down to kiss Viktor briefly. "Tighten your grip a bit and, ah, focus on the head? It's where I'm more sensitive." Even with Viktor's reassurance it's still strange talking about it out loud, but for Viktor he will.
Viktor moans softly in acknowledgment and kisses him back, but doesn't start moving his hand. "Turn around and open the second drawer of my bedside table, will you?" Jayce nods, a little confused, but semi turns and flays his arm back a bit until he opens the drawer and upon looking, realizes that, of course, Viktor was referring to the bottle of lube, handing it to him.
Jayce watches as Viktor opens the cap and drizzles a bit of oil into his palm, letting it warm a second before gripping him tight again and that's so good that a deep groan can't help coming out of him; Viktor's hand is now sure, strokes firm and long, fingers sometimes playing with the foreskin pulling it back and pinching and Jayce didn't know he liked that either, but well.
Viktor's gaze keeps flickering between Jayce's slack, panting mouth, his eyes, down Jayce's hard length and up again, seemingly not knowing where to focus his attention now that he finally has Jayce in his arms. He decides to kiss him instead, delivering a hard bite to Jayce's bottom lip before diving right in again, Jayce can't help but piston his hip hard, seeking more, more-
Viktor's hand suddenly squeezes his base hard and that's what makes Jayce notice that he was about to come. He tilts his head back and looks at Viktor, embarrassed, but Viktor just has a soft smirk on his face.
"I apologise, but I do not want this to end so soon. As entertaining as this is, I do want more from this, and frankly I’m so wet it is starting to become uncomfortable, so help me out of these, mh?" Viktor's careful words combined with such an erotic statement make Jayce's head spin, but he nods and sits up, cock bobbing as he takes two pillows from the pile (thankfully, Viktor has several), carefully guiding Viktor's back up as he places one under him, the other one laying vertical so that Viktor can rest his entire right leg on hit.
"Do you want this off, too?" Jayce asks as he thumbs at Viktor's cloth knee brace, buckles coming apart after Viktor's nod of affirmation.
Viktor's underwear is next, Jayce sitting back on his haunches and deep breaths leaving him as he stares at Viktor, finally naked. He traces his hands up beginning at Viktor's bony ankles, up to his lightly haired calves, too skinny thighs and, after another look and another nod, his right hand pushes Viktor's leg farther so his left thumb can draw careful circles around Viktor's blood filled cock. Jayce looks up and his mouth dries as he catches Viktor's heated gaze through his hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with Jayce's movements. He feels Viktor's hips trying to push up into his thumb, so he applies more pressure and is rewarded by a deep moan falling from Viktor's lips, who gets up onto one elbow and lifts his other hand to find Jayce's face and bring them together into a kiss. "I knew you would be so good at this, so attentive, my good boy," Jayce's gasp is almost comical for how loud he his but Viktor's words make his cock jerk and his heart squeeze, and he's blabbering "Tell me how you make you feel good, I'll do anything." He’s awarded with another deep kiss and then Viktor's hand is guiding Jayce's face down, down and Jayce feels like he can't breathe at the thought of what he's about to do.
He scoots down so he's lying on his stomach between Viktor's spread legs, cheek pillowed on his thigh, looking up and asking for permission with the desperation in his eyes.
"Go on. Do not use your fingers until I tell you to. I prefer the attention on my cock, not my entrance. Understood?" Viktor's commanding tone is the hottest thing he's ever heard. Jayce nods and he's about to dive in when a hand fisted into the longer locks at the front of his head stop him. "I need to hear you for this, please." "Yes, whatever you need Viktor, I'll be good."
Viktor leads Jayce's head back between his legs and finally he gets what he dreamt about but never admitted, tongue lapping between Viktor's folds to get the wetness pooled there before circling around Viktor's cock, hand coming up to pull the hood back so he can lick broad strokes and then suck it into is mouth, glancing up when that earns him a particularly guttural moan from his partner. He continues like this, alternating between sucks and licks when Viktor tugs at his hair to signal that it's too much, learning what makes Viktor's toes curl and what makes his hips shy away in overstimulation. "Your fingers too now, be good for me. Just one to start" Jayce's other hand immediately comes up, index finger teasing before pressing in deep, barely meeting resistance.
He begins pumping and changing the angle until he meets a particular spot that makes Viktor groan, pads of his fingers quickly stroking over it over and over in a come hither motion, sounds getting louder and louder at ever move of his hand and on his tongue still laving at Viktor's cock which has filled so much that he doesn't even need to pull the hood back to go at it.
The hand in his hair is suddenly and painfully dragging him up, up so that they can meet in a kiss, saliva and Viktor's wetness mingling between them. Jayce’s mouth moves south, lips and teeth teasing the pale skin he finds as Viktor's head tilts back in pleasure, mouth open and heavy pants filling the air. "Another one. Stretch me open." Jayce is quick to oblige, his ring fingers joining his middle one in the next stroke and then gently opening. Viktor's hips are moving, meeting his thrusts hard and grinding down when he's filled completely, again and again. "Faster, fuck, Jayce" there's a tremble now in Viktor's voice as Jayce's fingers go faster and faster, chasing that sweet spot deep inside of Viktor who is nearly thrashing now, whole body chasing that pleasure. Jayce hears another breathy " faster " and he wants to please Viktor however he wants so, so much but suddenly his wrist his cramping up and he has to stop, guilty gaze finding Viktor who has his thin lips open in a small "o" of surprise.
Jayce is starting to apologise when a deep, loud laugh explodes out of Viktor, body shaking and mouth open, crooked tooth making an appearance. "I'm sorry. I was so lost in my own pleasure that I momentarily forgot the bounds of the human body." Jayce shakes his head and winces, left fingers going to his right wrist to massage out the cramp. "I'm so sorry. Were you close? Did I lost you?"
Viktor's laugh is starting to die down but a smile is still on his lips, leaning close so he can lay a reassuring peck on Jayce's mouth. "I was close but I'm still there, do not worry. Is your left one just as good?" He adds, teasing, but Jayce immediately shifts his weight onto his right arm, left hand finding Viktor's entrance again and pressing in deep. His rhythm is a little off but he hopes it's enough since Viktor was already close, and he's rewarded by another kiss and a deep hum of pleasure. Their mouths find each other again and Jayce loves the juxtaposition of the languid, unhurried kisses they're sharing and the filthy, wet sounds of Jayce's fingers stroking deep into Viktor, faster and faster, Viktor moaning against his lips louder and louder and then he's tilting his head back, mouth open but no sound escaping him, eyes closed and a deep frown between his brows as he grabs Jayce's wrist and grinds fast and hard against his hand, riding out his orgasm until he slumps back into the bed, eyes fluttering and looking up at Jayce as he gains his breathing back.
Jayce isn't looking back at Viktor though, he's looking down at his fingers, slick with Viktor's wetness and shiny, without even thinking he's popping them in his mouth, humming at the taste of Viktor on his tongue. He gazes up at Viktor now, fingers still in his mouth, and finds him with his own mouth open and gasping, gaze fixed on Jayce's lips. He goes on one elbow and motions for Jayce to come close and he goes, laying down next to Viktor, a hand on his waist and the other on Viktor's cheek and thank God that he's too busy kissing him to think about where that hand was not long before.
Jayce can't help but rut against Viktor's hip as they kiss, his own arousal coming back in full force now that Viktor's needs are taken care of. One of Viktor's hands falls on his waist to stop him when he begins panting slightly, his orgasm building. "Stop, stop. Don't come yet. Just give me another minute before you can properly fuck me, mh?" And oh.
"You want to do that? Are you sure?" Jayce asks, backing up so he can look at Viktor for confirmation. Viktor grins up at him and strokes his hair. "'That was my intention from the start. I just got, ah, distracted, and I usually need the first orgasm anyway to loosen myself up." he stops, an uncertain look clouding his face "Only if you want to, of course. I shouldn't have assumed."
Jayce loves him so much, so deeply and wholly. "Of course I want to. I want to give you all the pleasure I can, I want to know you inside and out in every way possible, Viktor."
Viktor frown smooths out, a smile on his lips as they keep kissing, Viktor's long fingers leaving his waist to tease at his cock. It isn't long before the heat between them builds up again and Viktor grabs his waist to turn him over to make him lay between his legs again, Jayce's arms bracketing Viktor as they separate, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths as they look at each other and pant.
"Do you have... anything?" Jayce asks, uncertain how to proceed. Viktor hesitates before saying "I do not have protection, but I've had the important bits removed long ago and we never had intercouse with others, so..." and maybe they shouldn't but Jayce doesn't give a shit and clearly Viktor doesn't either, so he just nods, hand going down again to tease between Viktor folds and finding him wet and open. "Do you need me to prepare you more?" He asks while placing a kiss on a mole in his direct line of sigh on Viktor's prominent ribs. Viktor bites his lip. "Not much. Just open me up a bit with more lube" Jayce obeys, his unoccupied hand finding the lube where it was lost in the sheets and pouring a generous amount on the fingers pumping into Viktor's hole. He scissors them a bit as he strokes but he isn't looking at his hand, eyes instead fixed on Viktor's face as he sees the flush creeping back on his face as his lust grows again.
"Enough. I need you in me, please," Viktor begs, voice breaking and Jayce his nodding and pulling his hand back before Viktor even finishes talking. He pours more lube on his cock, coating it quickly before settling between Viktor's legs, taking his left leg and wrapping it around his own waist, weight balancing on his left hand while his right one guides his erection to his partner sex, teasing his cock and his entrance and making them both moan.
"Are you completely sure?" He asks again but he needs to know how much Viktor wants him, needs him and Viktor nods and leans up to kiss him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck and caress his nape. "I am more than sure, Jayce. I've dreamed of this, too. There is no one else I would give my body to but you." His golden gaze is unwavering, lips up in a smile. Their gazes never break from each other as Jayce guides himself home, hips not stopping until he's completely in Viktor and it's only then that his partner's eyes flutter close as he quietly gasps. Jayce is still, arms holding him up over Viktor shaking as he waits for his lover to adjust, eyes roving over Viktor's expression but not down where they are joined because he knows he would unravel quickly at the sight. He already knows he isn't going to last long and he only hopes Viktor won't kill him for it.
"You can move. Slow for now, but deep. Don't hold back. I want to feel every inch of you." Jayce just nods and nods, his arms giving out and going on his elbows, foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling as Jayce finally starts moving, strokes sure and deep, changing the angle at every thrust until he finds that spot again that makes Viktor gasp. He fucks Viktor steadily, pulling out to the tip before slamming in against that spot so that Viktor moans every time, eyes struggling not to close in pleasure. Jayce pants, his own gaze fixed on Viktor and body moving to give Viktor as much pleasure as possible, his own fading into the background because if he stops to think about how wet and tight his partner feels around him, how perfect , things would end too quickly and he will actually die if he disappoints Viktor.
So his own needs are not as important as he steadies on his arms again so he can fuck Viktor even deeper, as he steadily goes faster and faster when Viktor tells him to, as he grabs Viktor's leg to itch it up on his shoulder and he grabs Viktor's hand and entwines their fingers, as they both combat the need to close their eyes so that they can look at each other as they come apart. Jayce can feel Viktor start to shake again so moves the hand holding his partner's leg to go on his cock, stroking it at the same rhythm of his thrusts as Viktor's voice starts to get louder again and isn't it amazing, how now Jayce knows that means that Viktor is close, how that's another way that Jayce knows Viktor, knows his body and his mind, his soul?
Jayce feels Viktor tightening around him and he swallows deep to stave off his own orgasm, but it's so difficult when Jayce can barely move from how hard Viktor is gripping him as he comes, teeth biting down on his bottom lip and eyes finally sliding shut, body spasming once, twice before a gasp comes out of him as he collapses back. Jayce stills the movement of his hips as he peppers kisses all over Viktor's chest, neck and face, kissing him deeply when feels Viktor's hands stroke over his flank and his back. "You were so good to me, so perfect, my beautiful boy. You did what I asked of you without even the need to verbalize it. You can come now, you deserve it." Viktor says as he strokes a thumb right under his eye, his gaze full of love for him, for Jayce, and Jayce doesn't understand what Viktor said before he realizes that he wasn't even thinking about his own orgasm, too busy giving Viktor everything he wants now.
He suddenly feels how hard he is, how close he is to filling Viktor and he sobs, hips snapping erratically into Viktor's as his orgasm washes over him, leaving him gasping and shaking and nearly in tears, his come making the final thrusts into Viktor even better. He pants as he tries to come back to himself, Viktor's voice shushing him and telling him how good he was at filling him up too soft to hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He sits back, pulling out slowly not to hurt Viktor, and then finally collapses next to him and gathers him in his arms, his face settling in the crook of Viktor's neck and inhaling his lover’s scent, sweat and sex and the bergamot tea that Viktor loves as they both come down from their orgasms. The sun had settled long ago, their bodies illuminated just from the bedside lamp and Piltover's night lights.
Viktor pulls back, eyes roving over his face and Jayce has never seen Viktor so content, so relaxed. He vows to make him look like that for the rest of his life. "I love you. I'm sure it showed, but... I want to tell you, too." Jayce's voice is lower than ever and scratchy, but he hopes Viktor can still understand how much he means it.
Viktor smiles up at him so softly. "I know. I do, too. I thought it was obvious, actually, but I understand now that you need a more, eh, hands on approach to these things." he finishes, grinning stupidly at his own joke. Jayce snorts and gives him a light slap on his flank before kissing him again, lips barely moving against each other, just content to be close.
Jayce can feel the tiredness creeping in and he grabs the sheets to pull them over them, but he also tries to stay awake because he can't bear to stop looking at Viktor for even a moment. Of course, Viktor notices and chuckles. "You can sleep, beloved. I'll be right here in the morning, I promise. You deserve it after how well you made me feel. I've never..." a catch in his voice "I've never felt so.. seen. Thank you for giving me that."
Jayce wants to reply so badly, but he's slipping, darkness falling over him as he feels a kiss pressed over his closed eyelid.
But it is fine, because they will both be here in the morning, entwined and bound, forever.