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Viktor is finally, finally alone.
After spending weeks – no, months – trapped in a lab with the brightest person he’s ever known, he is blissfully free of another person’s presence.
The worst part is, Viktor should be more thankful. It should be a blessing for Viktor to work with someone like Jayce, someone who’s not only ridiculously attractive but smart to boot. And he didn’t even have to hassle his way into it, or lie about where he came from or who he was. Jayce Talis, in all his glory, wants to work with Viktor.
But being trapped with someone Viktor is infatuated with for weeks on end is exhausting, to say the least. His sleep is restless, full of dreams of Jayce – Jayce, naked. Jayce, touching him. Jayce, reading his notes to Viktor as they both lounge around in their underwear.
But finally after weeks of hard work, they finish their current project, and Viktor is home in his house before the sun goes down. Alone.
And of course the first thing he thinks of doing is getting off.
It’s the one thing he can’t do when he’s with Jayce and the only thing he wants to do right now. When trying to solve a complex math problem, all he can think about is Jayce getting off. Or thinks about what his face would look like if Viktor propositioned him. Would he be shocked? Disgusted? Would it ruin their perfect relationship?
Viktor isn’t brave enough to find out on his own, so he takes matters into his own hands. After a long, hot shower he saunters over to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull a rolled up case from underneath his bed.
Sighing, Viktor squeezes the fabric between his fingers. He’s always had different inclinations than others – most people think he’s simple, vanilla, and they’re not wrong. He doesn’t like sex – or masturbation – to be complicated. But this…
He unrolls the case, revealing silver rods pressed into fine, dark green velvet. This, he makes an exception for.
He could probably trace this kink back to something less pleasant, if he really wanted to think about it. Something about doctors and hospitals and fear, all becoming mixed up in his brain. He could have attributed it to the fact that the first time he got an erection was when he was being examined by a good looking Piltovian doctor. But regardless of its foundation, more than anything it felt good.
Viktor readjusts himself, lying back against his pillows with his legs slightly spread. Next to him, the case rests, and he runs his fingers over the rods like ribs on a chest. They vary in size, from as thin as a spaghetti noodle to as large as his finger, and he settles on one that’s about pencil sized. He eyes it as he dangles it in front of him, then puts it back down, changing his focus.
In his lap, his cock lies half-hard against his hip. He’s been living at half-mast for weeks now, too busy to milk even the smallest orgasm out of him. He takes himself in his hand, idly stroking from root to tip. It’s not enough, but it feels good, and as he lies back he closes his eyes and rifles through his various fantasies.
The first thing he notices is that despite the quantity, his brain only wants to focus on the ones with Jayce. There’s Jayce, bent over their desk, pants around his ankles. Then there’s Jayce, on his knees in front of Viktor, mouth wide and waiting. And again, Jayce – Jayce, Jayce, Jayce – stroking Viktor just as slowly with his big, calloused hands.
Viktor settles on that one, feeling his cock chub up some more. Jayce would be right there next to him in bed, the same, goofy smile he always has on his face. He’d be shirtless – no, no, that’s not right. He’d be in nothing but his underwear, the full breadth of his bare chest in perfect view for Viktor to gawk at.
And he’d touch Viktor so slowly, so reverently, that Viktor would have to remind him that he’s resilient. Jayce’s fingers would wrap around Viktors neck, trail down to his chest. He’d touch his back brace not like it was an object but like it was a part of him, something to be revered. It all makes Viktor fall for him a little bit harder.
In reality, Viktor replicates the touch, little tingles of pleasure sparking from where the pads of his fingers press into his body.
When Jayce would get to his cock, he’d pause to admire it. Viktor can almost see the look on his face, his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. It isn’t anything to write home about, Viktor would argue, so Jayce could stop staring.
But it’s perfect, Jayce would argue back because he always has to be right. Just perfect.
In his fantasy, he’d tell Jayce about his special interest. His kink. Sounding, he’d tell Jayce matter of factly, and Jayce would ask why it’s called that. Viktor would shush him, then feel a little bad for squashing his curiosity.
Breathlessly, he starts to pick up the pace, jerking himself in quick, short strokes. He could get off on this alone. Just on imagining Jayce being next to him, whispering in his ear, worshipping his body.
But he planned for more today. That’s what he tells Jayce in his mind.
Jayce would keep teasing though. Featherlight touches along the underside of his cock, thumb rubbing over the leaking slit – Viktor replicates it, toes curling as he gasps. He’d have Viktor so close to the edge that he'd be begging for him to stop.
Why stop when you look like you’re enjoying yourself?
“I want –” Viktor gasps to nothing.
Want what? Tell me. Let me hear it.
The words die in his throat as the shame overwhelms him. It’s almost as powerful as his arousal, pulsing through him and causing his cock to kick and jump with interest.
“Put it in – Inside of me,” is the best Viktor can give Imagination-Jayce.
Jayce’s finger would press into the fat, swollen head of Viktor’s cock, right over the slit. Testing him.
Viktor’s thighs tremble as he makes small circles over his piss hole. He’s leaking so much that it’s dribbling down, pooling at his balls. It’s all he needs to lubricate the way, he thinks as he reaches beside him to get the metal rod, warming it between his hands.
His hands tremble as he lines the tip of the sound up with his slit. Adrenaline courses through him, anxious excitement about what he’s going to do. It always hits him hard at first, mixing up in his guts with his arousal to create something undefinable.
With one hand steadying his throbbing cock, he slips the first few centimeters of the rod into his urethra. The swollen skin of his cockhead splits, muscles flexing as it grows accustomed to the intrusion, and Viktor moans at how positively full he already feels.
Is that all you can take? Jayce would tease, fucking him on just a few centimeters.
“No – more.”
So he pushes it in a bit further.
There’s no resistance or pain. Just an odd sort of discomfort and then full, full, full. So full he can’t breathe, so full his thighs shake and knees tremble. Something akin to nausea roils in his gut, his body unsure how to react to such an invasion, and then he’s swallowing it down with a great, big, gulping breath and dropping the sounding rod into him halfway.
Slowly, he starts to fuck himself. In, out, in, out. Imagines Jayce is the one doing it and moans low and deep.
“Please,” Viktor whimpers, hips bucking slightly. “Don’t tease.”
“Why, is this not enough for you?”
It never is. He always wants the whole thing. To be stuffed so full that he can’t breathe. If he planned better, he’d even plug up his ass with the biggest toy he has just so he could be stuffed full in every hole.
“Never knew you to beg for anything, Viktor, but you’re so greedy like this.”
He nods his head, responding to the fantasy. On the next thrust in, he slips the sound in a bit further.
“No, no no no –”
“No? Want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop –”
Pleasure builds in his gut as he squirms across the mattress. Precum bubbles up around the sound, lubricating it. With a frustrated groan, he stills his hand – Jayce stills his hand, the rod half-buried inside of him.
“Tell me what you want,” Jayce would say. Viktor would hate it – he hates being vocal as much as he hates being crude. But Jayce would look at him with such a serious, demanding look that Viktor would be hard pressed to deny him.
“Fill me up all the way,” Viktor murmurs, just as the sound drops into him, his cock engulfing the rod completely until just the tip is peeking out.
The moan Viktor lets out is downright dirty as the rod butts up against his prostate, pleasure sparking out and softening his edges. In response, his cock kicks, jostling the sounding rod against his tender parts.
Like this, he can barely move, so full he feels overburdened. His fingers dig into the blankets, white-knuckling as they squeeze the fabric. His hips cant into nothing, feet digging into the sheets as his entire body undulates with great, overwhelming arousal. With a few wet, shaky breaths, he recenters himself.
If Jayce were here he’d kiss him until every one of Viktor’s in-breaths matches the out-breaths of Jayce. Bring him back off the edge until he’s begging and wanting for more.
It’s with a tender touch that he starts to feel himself, pretending it’s Jayce. Fingertips ghost over his balls, trace the vein along the underside of his cock. He kneads into the soft, squishy parts of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense underneath. He’s so close but he can’t help but deny himself a little bit longer.
When he takes himself in hand, though, he can feel how impossibly hard he is. With a squeeze, the rigidity of the sound fights back, a firm, solid core inside his aching, searing cock.
High on arousal, Viktor slowly starts to jerk himself off. It’s just light, quick touches – a few fingers swirling around the head, a couple short jerks to his shaft. His other hand twists the sounding rod, fucking it deep inside of him.
And in his mind Jayce is lining his cock up next to his. Comparing them. Jaye would be huge, thick, but with how hard Viktor is they’d almost compare. And he’d be searing hot as he lies his length up against Viktor’s, grasping both of them hand in hand.
And maybe, maybe Jayce would let Viktor sound him, too. That the tips of both of their cocks would glint from the shine of a metal rod, or a pretty plug.
With a shout, his orgasm overtakes him, vision blacking out. Something warm and hazy spreads throughout his body, his hand gripping his erection tight. There’s a strange buildup inside of him, low in his belly, and then the sounding rod is pulsing in and out of him as cum streams weakly around it.
The comedown is slow and syrupy. Aftershocks wrack through his body, leaving him shivering and gasping against the sheets. The all-too-familiar shame starts to gnaw on him when he becomes acutely aware of how sticky he is.
He does his best to ignore it, slowly pulling the sounding rod out of him with a grimace. It's even more strange coming out than going in – Viktor can’t ever get used to it.
And then the reality of what he just did sets in. Not that he masturbated, or even used a toy to do it, but that he fantasized about his partner during it. While it’s not like Jayce can read his thoughts, Viktor can’t help the burning embarrassment he feels as he cleans himself up.
He tries not to think too hard about it as he puts his sounding rods away, shoving them back under the bed for next time. He wonders if Jayce thinks about him, too, in the same way that Viktor does. If Jayce wants him just as badly every night before bed. As he brushes his teeth, he can only hope that somewhere inside of him, Jayce is longing for Viktor just as much as Viktor longs for him.
“Have a nice day off?”
Viktor nearly startles as he enters the lab. He’s not sure why he didn’t think Jayce would be here, because of course he’s here. He’s always here.
He can’t even look Jayce in the face when he responds. If he does, he might combust on the spot.
“Yes, thank you. It was… relaxing.”