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“I am busy, Jayce,” Viktor says in response to the hand Jayce places at his lower back. It slips around his hips, fingers teasing the gap that makes up the joint of hip to thigh. Viktor sits on a boulder overlooking the valley that lies below their hilltop home. There’s no-one for miles except the animals that live in this region. It looks like parts of the Runeterra they left behind, but they still haven’t been able to determine where they are in the multiverse. Their encounters with people have been limited, just enough to get them the supplies they need to live. Jayce is surprisingly fine about all of it. After all, he got exactly what he wished for.
The crack in Viktor’s facial carapace shows his one functioning human eye closed, but it moves beneath the lid. His glowing arcane eye is fixed upward, looking at something Jayce cannot see. His hands are folded in his lap. He’s taken to these meditative sessions, venturing into the astral plane to locate their old world, discover where they are now, and repair the damage to spacetime brought on by the anomaly.
Jayce sighs. “You’ve been out here for hours. I miss you.”
“You mean you’re horny.”
Jayce can’t hide anything from Viktor, it seems. Not that he has any desire to. He has nothing left to hide.
“Well, yeah, but not just that. Miss your company. You weren’t even there to tease me for losing the fish I was trying to catch.”
Viktor’s head and thorax don’t move, nor do his two primary arms. His third, the hexclaw, dips down to ruffle Jayce’s hair. It’s getting long enough now that he often lets Viktor braid it. “Poor thing,” Viktor rumbles. “You are craving attention.”
“Yeah,” Jayce breathes. “I guess so.”
The hexclaw leaves his scalp and gestures for Jayce to move in front of Viktor. “I must finish this work. I’m afraid I can’t give you my undivided attention just now. But if you desire intimacy, I can accommodate.”
Jayce does as he’s bid and moves to face his partner, standing between his long legs. Viktor does not open his human eye, nor does his arcane gaze drop to him. He shifts his thighs apart.
“This could take a while. Are you going to be patient for me?”
“Yes,” Jayce rasps.
“Good.” The reverberation in Viktor’s voice makes it sound like a purr. “Where do you want to be filled, my love?”
Fuck. Heat floods Jayce’s core. “M-my cunt.”
“Then we had best prepare it. Keep quiet. I must maintain concentration.”
The hexclaw pinches at Jayce’s tunic. Off. Jayce unties his belt and pulls the garment over his head. He unties the waist cord of his loose trousers and steps out of them before needing to be prompted. It’s a warm day, but the breeze from across the valley pickles his skin and makes goosebumps rise on his arms. The slight chill makes him painfully aware of the wetness at the apex of his thighs.
He stands naked, just on the verge of shivering. The hexclaw extends again, one sharp digit poking his lower lip. There’s the briefest sting as it forces entry into his mouth. Jayce chokes back a moan and parts his lips for it. Viktor will never hurt him, not without him asking for it. The hexclaw is an extension of him, but it has a mind of its own. It sinks deep into Jayce’s mouth, not giving him the opportunity to suck it in. It nearly scrapes his throat. He gags and waits for admonishment for making noise, but it never comes. It seems this transgression doesn’t count. He relaxes his throat. Saliva wells under his tongue. As the hex-finger withdraws and presses in again, it spills down over his chin.
Viktor remains still and serene while Jayce lets himself become a dripping mess. It will only get messier from here. He lets the hexclaw fuck his face, sucking when his lips can get purchase. Despite the rough entry, he’s never scraped accidentally.
It pulls back, a string of spit hanging between the sharp claw and his extended tongue. He doesn’t need to be guided into what comes next. He places his hands on Viktor’s knees and hoists himself up. The hexclaw grips his left thigh and helps to lift him. He settles with his shins resting on Viktor’s thighs, keeping his knees from the harsh stone beneath them, his hands holding himself steady on Viktor’s shoulders.
The claw trails down Jayce’s side. It seems to favor the arcane scarring that spiderwebs across his skin. He shivers now, the claw tracing an icy line to his ass. It lingers there to squeeze, and he arches back into it. He bites his lip to hold back the whine he wants to release. The claw moves to his front. Already wet with his spit, it makes a filthy sound as it slides between his labia. One of the claw-tips catches the hood of his dick and he can’t help but hiss.
“Hush, Jayce,” Viktor says, voice sounding far away.
Jayce swallows hard and nods. He has no idea if Viktor can see it.
The digit that had been in his mouth eases inside of him. It’s thin, not as long as one of Viktor’s fingers, and it’s ever-so-gentle. The hexclaw has left plenty of marks on the skin of his chest, ass, legs, and even throat, but it has never once broken skin here. He’s even taken all three digits, the laser dormant and the fingers expanding to fill him until he sobbed. Today, the goal is just to get him ready for Viktor’s cock. Ready enough. Jayce likes it to hurt a bit.
The single claw pumps into him easily. He’s already wet and wanting, so this stretch is far from a challenge. He wants to say “more,” but he knows that’s against the rules. He’ll take what he’s given without a word. He can be patient. He thinks. Rocking his hips isn’t against the rules, though, so he moves them faster. Viktor makes a sound deep in his chest. Jayce feels it rumble through his palms and down his arms.
He’s granted more, a second hex-finger sliding in beside the first. Still not enough, but it’s a reprieve. He bears down, clenching around the fingers. He’s not entirely sure how much Viktor can actually feel through the hexclaw, but it pistons in and out of him a little faster. He bites his lip to keep from moaning aloud.
All of a sudden, the claws are gone. He clenches around nothing and whines. He immediately feels the blaze of one golden eye on him.
“What did I say about being quiet, Jayce?”
“Sorry,” Jayce gasps. “I won’t...I was just surprised.”
“Hmm. Don’t let it happen again.”
Jayce opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. He nods. That fiery sun of an eye leaves him, turning back to the distant reaches of space.
He can’t feel too bad about the scolding. If the hexclaw is done with him, that means he’s ready for Viktor’s cock. Viktor unclasps his hands and moves them to rest on the boulder behind him. Jayce shifts in his lover’s lap, legs going over his hips. The ridges of Viktor’s upper thighs dig into his own, but he doesn’t mind it. He reaches between them, fingers finding that subtle seam that hides Viktor’s sex. The organic metal plates give just slightly under his touch and part like the wings of a beetle. Beneath, Viktor’s body is much more flesh-like.
Viktor’s genitals had been far from Jayce’s priority when he’d emerged from the hexcore chrysalis and when he’d taken on his full Herald form, but they had occurred to him. He’d seemed as smooth as a mannequin. Jayce had thought he’d preferred it that way; freed from bodily needs like expelling waste and sexual pleasure. And perhaps he had, in his need to perfect himself. But now, he has some limited control over his form. Enough to give himself the phallus he hadn’t had as a simple human, as well as the cunt he had.
It’s not a human cock, though. As the plates push back, his dick emerges from above his vulva. It’s purple, brighter than the grayish tone of Viktor’s exoskeleton, and it tends to glow. It jerks and clear fluid dribbles from the head. He has no external testicles, so it must be some internal organ that produces it.
His cock is a beautiful thing, really. The surface is twisted, vine-like, similar to the way magic had rendered his muscles and bones, with more rigid plates along the underside. It would put most men to shame in girth and length. It rises in an elegant curve to a bulbed head. Jayce isn’t sure how much control Viktor had in designing it, but it seems tailor-made for him. He can’t get enough of it.
Jayce slides his fingers through Viktor’s folds, collecting slick. He doesn’t linger, knowing this isn’t what Viktor wants from him now. He circles his hand around his cock and gives it a slow, wet stroke. Another bead of precum wells and slides down over his knuckles. Satisfied, Jayce lifts himself up and spreads his pussy. He has to hold onto Viktor’s chest, fingers finding purchase on a ridge of golden armor. Viktor doesn’t seem to notice at all. He lowers himself, the rounded head popping into him.
Jayce can feel the vibration of a whine in his throat, but swallows it down. Quiet. He can be patient, he can be quiet, he can be good for Viktor. He sinks slowly, every bump and ridge stroking his inner walls. He bites his lip so hard he tastes blood. The wide head of Viktor’s cock drags harshly over his G-spot. He relishes the stretch.
Once he’s fully seated, he turns his sigh into a slow, silent exhale. It feels so good to be full of Viktor. To be this close. As close as they can get to merging their bodies, their souls. Viktor may now be immune to death; Jayce hopes that when he finally goes, Viktor absorbs whatever’s left of him, lets them become one. He nuzzles into a node on Viktor’s sternum, decoration that used to be part of his back brace.
Jayce’s own cock throbs. He ignores it. He tightens his legs around Viktor’s tiny waist and starts to move. He lifts his hips just enough to feel the delicious stroke of bulbous glans and ridged plates and slides back down. The hexclaw returns, stroking through his hair. Jayce repeats the motion of rocking in Viktor’s lap. He squeezes around him and feels a fresh pulse of wetness coat Viktor’s cock. He focuses on the rhythm of his movements and his breathing. The hexclaw’s petting is his only indication that he’s doing well.
It could be minutes, it could be an hour, Jayce has no idea. Desperation gnawing, he picks up the pace. His fingers dig into the grooves of Viktor’s calcified skin. The ridges and curves catch on his rim and he relishes the stretch. His cunt clenches. He chases the angle that will make the pressure on his G-spot almost too much.
Suddenly, the hexclaw grasps his hair, talons scraping his scalp. It tugs his head back. His movements stutter and stop as he looks up at Viktor’s face. It’s tilted ever-so-slightly down at him. Had he made a sound?
“You’re quiet enough,” Viktor says, as if reading his mind (he’s assured Jayce that he doesn’t do that on purpose, not without permission, but he hardly needs to at this point. He knows Jayce too well). “It’s the movement. It’s distracting.”
Jayce opens his mouth to retort. Didn’t Viktor want him like this? Want him to fuck himself on Viktor’s cock? Before he can formulate a response, Viktor presses two fingers to his lips.
“You feel too good, Jayce. I did not anticipate that you would test my control this much.”
Pride blooms warm in Jayce’s chest, though he knows he’s about to suffer for it.
Viktor’s fingers leave his lips and slide under his chin. “Will you stay still for me? Keep my cock warm and hard until I’m ready to fuck you properly.”
Jayce gulps. It’s a challenge, he knows. To be impaled on Viktor’s perfect dick but be unable to bounce on it the way he loves. But he also knows that success will be well worth it. He nods.
“Good.” The hexclaw pets Jayce’s hair again, twining longer strands around its digits. “You may move a little if I begin to soften. You are not to touch yourself. Understand?”
Jayce nods again.
“Sweet boy. I know you’ll perform well.”
Jayce arches his back into Viktor’s light touch, fingers trailing down his chest to his belly. He presses down slightly and Jayce has to bite back a groan. Viktor loves feeling himself inside Jayce, seeing the bulge he sometimes makes at the right angle. The pressure has Jayce wanting to grind down and wail with pleasure.
“You will tell me if it is too much.”
Once again, Jayce nods.
Viktor turns his face upward again. One of his hands settles at Jayce’s hip, holding him in place. The other returns to his side while the hexclaw rises, spinning in different rune sequences as Viktor goes back to work.
Jayce shifts slightly, getting himself comfortable. He slips his hands around to Viktor’s back and presses his cheek to Viktor’s chest. He’s usually cool to the touch, but his time in the sun has warmed the metal. Jayce closes his eyes and breathes evenly. He wants. He’s never been good at self-denial, never been good at accepting limitations. This wars with his deep desire to please Viktor. He tries to think about anything other than Viktor’s cock, hot and full and so close to where he needs it. He fails utterly.
There’s nothing to do but bear it. He sinks into the feeling of fullness, imagines how good it will be when he can finally move, when Viktor moves with him. He reaches an almost meditative state. Viktor’s cock feels good, but the roaring fire of his need dies back a little. He can feel his body relaxing. He could probably fall asleep like this. And waking up to Viktor fucking into him wouldn’t be half bad.
His only indication of the passing of time becomes the chill of the air at his back and the change in the light when he opens his eyes. It’s all gone a bit rosy, nearing dusk. He’s been drifting, not quite napping, but distant from his body. He snaps back into it when Viktor’s cock begins to slip out of him. It’s going soft.
Jayce clenches and rocks his hips. He keeps his movements minimal. Viktor had been very clear in his instructions. He goes on grinding until he feels Viktor twitch and fill out inside him again. He chances a look up. Has it been long enough?
Viktor’s attention is still not on him, the hexclaw continuing its runic swiveling.
Jayce lets out a frustrated breath. He stills again. The movement had awakened his own dick and now he has to fight not to take what he needs. He centers himself, counts time as he breathes, and finds that distant place where his aching cunt can recede back in his mind. Time passes, indeterminate.
He shivers, the air at his back going from cool to chilly. When Jayce opens his eyes, the light has taken on a blue cast, fed into by the purplish light that Viktor himself emits. His crown of golden runes dances against the navy sky. The brightest stars join the dance, but it’s not dark enough for the full expanse of them to show. Growing up in Piltover, there had been too much light pollution for Jayce to ever see so many on a nightly basis. The same is true for Viktor, but because of pollution, full stop.
Viktor’s dick has softened again. This time, Jayce isn’t quick enough to keep it inside. He whines as it slips out. He presses his wet pussy down onto it, chasing the heat. Viktor tilts his head down.
“I am almost finished with this work.”
Jayce looks up with huge eyes, waiting. Is this permission? Or further admonishment.
“Go on. By the time I’m hard and inside you again, I’ll be ready to give you your reward.”
He doesn’t immediately go back to the cosmos, though. He must notice Jayce’s trembling and pulls the cape from around his neck. He drapes it over Jayce’s shoulders to shield him from the cold. The chill at Jayce’s inner thighs had in fact been killing his libido a bit. Tucked in against warm metal with the fabric at his back, Jayce can relax. He circles his hips down and feels a fresh wave of heat between his legs.
He grinds down. He’s determined to get Viktor erect again without using his hands. Just a little personal challenge, along with the one that’s already been set for him. His little gasps aren’t quite as silent as they’re supposed to be, but it seems he’s getting away with it. He coats Viktor’s cock with his fresh slick. The top is smoother than the ridged underside, but the little bumps formed by twisting vines of metallic flesh catch against his lips and clit. It twitches, further parting his labia and brushing his open hole.
He feels it steadily rise, pressing harder and harder against him. He lifts himself up, letting Viktor’s cock bounce back to slap against his belly. It’s dripping with Jayce’s slick and his own precum. Jayce licks his lips and takes it by the base. He holds it steady and lowers himself back onto it. It wasn’t out of him for long, but it still somehow feels bigger than before. He sinks with an exhale that feels punched out of him.
Jayce throws his head back, every nerve ending in his body focused on this feeling.
When his eyes flutter open, they’re met with Viktor’s radiant gaze.
“Did I do okay?”
Viktor rumbles. The vibration moves all the way through both of them. “Very well, my love.”
“Can I...can I...”
“You can move, darling.”
Jayce lifts himself and drops back down, starting up a steady, hard pace. He’ll have bruises where the hard edges of Viktor’s joints dig into his ass and thighs. He clenches his jaw, still doing his best to be quiet.
Viktor’s firm grip lands on his waist. Long before Viktor took this form, Jayce had marveled at how small he was, had wondered if his big hands could entirely encircle his waist. Now the situation is flipped and Viktor’s thumbs press into his lower belly where they meet.
“My attention is no longer divided, Jayce. Please, let me hear you.”
Jayce needs no more encouragement than that. He plants his feet against the boulder Viktor’s sitting on, reaches back to grip Viktor’s legs for support, and fucks himself down on his cock with a ragged moan. It seems to echo across the valley. His next cry of Viktor’s name all but shakes the trees. It’s a good thing there are no other people settled for miles, but Jayce wouldn’t care if there were.
The angle leaves his own cock neglected, but the pace has Viktor’s fat cock pounding against his G-spot.
Viktor lets out a mechanical whir. “I can feel myself here,” he says, pressing in harder with his thumbs. Jayce pants and looks down at his own belly, where Viktor’s holding him. He’s gained weight since settling here and can’t see the bulge, but he can feel the pressure of Viktor’s fingertips meeting the head of his cock through Jayce’s flesh.
“Oh...oh my...fuck.”
“Jayce...you can take more, can’t you?”
“Yeah. I’ll take anything you give me,” he gasps.
The hexclaw jerks him forward with a strong grip in his hair. The motion punches a whine out of him and he flails for a moment, hands no longer holding him up.
“Legs around my waist. Hold on tight.”
Jayce crosses his ankles behind Viktor’s back and grabs at the whorls and filigree of his chest. He’s sure there will be shiny marks where his nails have scraped.
Viktor, with a strength they’re both still getting used to, fucks up in to him, hard. He keeps his hands locked on Jayce’s waist and the hexclaw tangled in his hair. Jayce keens and bucks, but he’s no longer in control of his movement. Viktor slams into him so hard, he knows his ass will be painted in bruises to match Viktor’s blue-purple body.
“Fuck, fuck, please—”
“Take it, Jayce, I know you can take it.”
“Yes. Yeah. I need—”
“I know what you need, beloved.”
Viktor fucks him hard and fast, but Jayce’s cock remains untouched, aching. Is this reward or punishment? Jayce isn’t sure, but he loves it either way. Viktor’s eyes bore into him and it feels like he might melt a hole right through Jayce. He’d welcome it, find a way for Viktor to fill the new cavity, like he fills every other empty part of Jayce.
“That’s it, my sweet boy. So beautiful like this.”
When the hexclaw moves from his scalp to his jaw, Jayce realizes he’s sobbing. Drooling, too. A mess, just as predicted. The claw curls around his throat, pressing in under the corner of his jaw. Not enough to cut off airflow — Viktor wants to hear him, after all. Just enough for the head rush. His pussy squeezes tight around Viktor’s length. His eyes roll back in his head and his mouth drops open in a long, loud moan.
“Fuck, Jayce.” Viktor’s losing his composure now. Jayce can hear it in the way his words stutter, like a gear just slightly out of place in its rotation. “You’re so— I’m going to—”
All Jayce can do is cry out a litany of yeses, Viktor’s name, and unintelligible wails.
Viktor doesn’t just come; he erupts. He thrusts into Jayce and holds him fast against his hips as he spills inside. It feels like he fills up every space inside Jayce and then overflows, sluicing down both their thighs. It’s thinner and clearer than normal semen, with an opalescent, oil-slick refraction. The strangely sweet taste has taken some getting used to, but it’s been worth it.
Viktor finally loosens his grip. He slumps, one section of his body at a time, like a wind-up toy losing momentum. He no longer breathes, so he doesn’t pant, but Jayce feels energy thrumming through him under his hands. It pulses hard, slowing as Viktor comes down from his orgasm. Jayce forgets his own need while he appreciates the beauty of a sated Viktor. The hexclaw returns to lazily stroking his hair.
“Did you enjoy that, love?” Viktor nuzzles the smooth plane of his face against Jayce’s cheek, his approximation of a kiss.
Jayce nods. “’Course I did.”
He shifts in Viktor’s lap. Viktor’s cock is still buried deep, though softening now. He’d been so close to the edge when Viktor came, and now he’s left trying not to squirm for some relief.
Viktor chuckles. “That was not enough?”
Jayce whines. “I was close, I just need...”
“You did very well, waiting for your pleasure. I’m amazed you lasted so long.”
“I-I...wasn’t sure if...I was allowed.”
Viktor’s human eye widens, and it seems the magical one flares. “Oh. Oh, my precious thing, you were waiting for permission.”
Jayce nods, helplessly grinding his hips down. Viktor’s cock recedes and he bites his lip against a truly pitiful sound at the loss. Viktor caresses his face, tacky from sweat, tears, and saliva.
“How would you like to come, Jayce?”
“Anything. Whatever you want.”
“And if I want to keep playing with you?”
Jayce presses his face to Viktor’s sternum and groans. “I’m already losing my mind. Why does that sound so good?”
Viktor chuckles. “Because you like being my plaything? Hold onto me. I’ll carry you inside. I know your leg needs a break after that, and it will get too cold out here.”
Jayce nods against him and does as he’s told. Viktor lifts him by the ass and rises, carrying him smoothly to their cottage. The hexclaw opens and closes the door for them. He deposits Jayce on the bed, sweeping the cape away and hanging it on a hook in the wall. Jayce leans back on his elbows.
“How do you want me?”
“Lie back. You’ve exerted yourself enough. Get some pillows under your hips.”
Jayce grabs a couple of pillows from the head of the bed and lifts his hips to position them underneath. It leaves him very exposed, legs falling apart and cunt bared to Viktor. Viktor kneels on the mattress. The bed frame creeks, but it hasn’t yet broken under his weight (and they’ve certainly put it to the test). He shuffles between Jayce’s legs. He holds Jayce’s knee with one hand, keeping his legs spread. The hexclaw scoops him under the left calf and lifts, taking all weight off of his bad leg. With his free hand, Viktor drags fingertips up through the mess on Jayce’s thighs. He collects their combined slick and rubs over Jayce’s sex.
Jayce shivers. He’s both overstimulated and desperate for more.
“Just lie back for me. Relax and take what I give you.”
“Uh huh,” Jayce moans, though his hips buck up, seeking more friction against his t-dick.
He’s sure it’s not an accident when Viktor’s fingers brush against it, but they don’t linger. Instead, he focuses on working two fingers inside of him. Jayce is plenty stretched from his cock, could take more right away. But Viktor is toying with him. Taking his time just to sweetly torture Jayce. Jayce’s fists clench at his sides.
Viktor begins a slow and steady thrust with his fingers. He keeps them agonizingly straight, when Jayce needs them to crook upwards. Jayce whines, fingers now digging into the sheet beneath him.
“Poor thing. You don’t know what to do with your hands. And we can’t have you accidentally touching yourself.” The false sympathy in Viktor’s voice makes Jayce shudder.
The hexclaw selects another pillow to place under Jayce’s leg.
“Lift your hands,” Viktor commands. Jayce, of course, obeys.
The hexclaw grips both of his wrists and pins them above his head. Viktor has to loom over him to reach, but in this form he doesn’t have to worry about his wrist cramping. He doesn’t miss a beat fucking into Jayce.
“Please, it’s not enough, I need more, Viktor, please.”
“You always beg so well.” Viktor nods in approval. “Do you think you deserve another finger?”
“Yes!” Jayce gasps. “I was good. I stayed quiet and I got you off when you said.”
Viktor whirs and chuckles. “That’s the right answer, Jayce. You do deserve it. But I decide when you receive.”
Jayce is about to actually complain, but then he feels a third finger breach his hole. He still takes it easily, thanks to the size of Viktor’s cock, but it’s more satisfying. He grinds his hips down into Viktor’s hand, seeking that brush of touch against his dick or the press of fingertip to his G-spot. His arms strain, but the hexclaw easily keeps his hands in place. He doesn’t actually want to break free of it, is grateful that it’s helping him be good.
Viktor’s expressions are difficult to read, but Jayce has been learning quickly. He can tell that Viktor’s gaze is fixed on his cunt, where his fingers disappear into swollen pink flesh.
“D-do you...like how I look? Like this?”
Viktor’s eyes flick up to Jayce’s face. “Oh, yes.”
“You like seeing — mmm — how wet I get for you? How hard?”
“Jayce.” Viktor’s fingers speed up. “I love it. I love seeing how you offer yourself to me. How eager you are.”
“So eager. I want it all the time. Always want you filling me up.”
Viktor finally bends his knuckles, deftly stroking at the front wall of Jayce’s pussy and making Jayce’s back arch with pleasure.
“So good so good s-so good.”
Jayce is close. He rides Viktor’s fingers and chases it. His panting becomes higher pitched, desperate as he reaches his peak.
And then everything stops. Viktor has this way of becoming as still as an actual statue.
“W-what?”
He thinks that if Viktor still had a mouth, he’d be smirking. The beautiful bastard.
“Shh,” Viktor says. “Deep breaths, now. I’ll move again when you calm down a little.”
Petulant tears prick Jayce’s eyes. After another moment of stillness, he sucks in a deep breath. His body tingles. He’s overwhelmed as if he actually had orgasmed, but the need is still thick in his lower belly and between his legs. He knows that Viktor could do this for hours. Days, even. The only energy he might need to replenish is his magic, and he doesn’t need that to fuck Jayce within an inch of his life. Jayce could end it all with a word, he knows. But he’s always been reckless and driven and he wants to see how far Viktor will push him. So he focuses on his breaths, on his body. Assures himself that he won’t actually die if he doesn’t come right now.
“Very good,” Viktor purrs. “Now you’re ready for more.”
He begins the slow slide of his fingers again. Jayce tries his best to relax, to not get too worked up. If he can just hold it together, maybe it’ll be less agonizing when Viktor stops again. Of course, this is easier thought than done. Within minutes, his hips are rocking into Viktor’s hand. Not much longer and he’s babbling, begging for release. He’s forgotten about anything but the building pressure and the high of pleasure.
Viktor stops again.
Jayce actually yells in frustration. This time, the tears that well actually spill. He shivers all over, as if his body can vibrate itself to orgasm.
“H-how long are you going to...”
The hand that had been holding Jayce’s leg releases it. Viktor brushes those fingertips against Jayce’s forehead. He knows he’s tracing the arcane marks there. “Don’t forget, my love. Your emotions call to me. Call for me. I will hear it when you can’t take any more. I will feel when you truly need to be done.”
And what can Jayce say to that? He chokes on a sob.
Viktor strokes through his hair. “I’ll take care of you, Jayce. When you fall apart, I will put you back together. I only want to see you reach your potential.”
He rubs a soothing circle at the back of Jayce’s neck. “That being said...We did not prepare for this. Your human body has its weaknesses.” Viktor twists his fingers inside Jayce. He starts a slow thrust, almost gentle. “Perhaps I will not push you all the way to your limit. This time.”
He curls his fingers upward and Jayce’s spine arches with them. He’s a puppet on a string, an instrument singing out in perfect tune to the musician’s whims. Viktor picks up speed. His fingertips curl in hard. The pressure behind Jayce’s cock is almost painful, but the pain just loops back into more mind-melting pleasure. His hands are still bound in place, but he grabs at the hexclaw just for something to hold.
“Ah-aaah-aaaaaah!” Jayce’s moans rise in pitch. Viktor’s hand leaves his neck and caresses down his writhing body. It lands low on his belly, over his pubic mound. Jayce thinks little of it until Viktor presses. It’s like he’s massaging Jayce from the inside and out, pushing his little cock upwards so it grazes Viktor’s wrist as he moves. Just that little touch is enough to nearly send Jayce over the edge, his dick’s been so neglected.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”
“I know. It’s okay, Jayce, you can come.”
The rumble of Viktor’s voice giving him the permission he needs is all it takes. Jayce’s whole body spasms and he comes, harder than he thinks he ever has before. He screams out, not quite a word but possibly Viktor’s name. His cunt pulses. He hears the splash of his ejaculate splattering over Viktor and the bed, almost more than he feels it. And all through it, Viktor doesn’t stop finger-fucking him. Jayce’s eyes roll back in his head and he takes it, riding out the aftershocks of orgasm until it’s too much, it hurts, he can’t take any more.
He must gasp something along these lines, because Viktor finally slows to a stop. He keeps his fingers inside, unmoving, and curls his palm up to cover Jayce’s twitching cock. The touch makes him jerk and yelp, but he calms when it goes no further than that. Viktor’s just holding him, owning his pussy and his orgasm.
Jayce pants, eyes squeezed shut, and waits to descend from the high of it. Ever-patient Viktor is still, except for the hexclaw which releases his wrists. His arms sag to the sides, but he otherwise doesn’t bother to move. The seconds drag into minutes, until finally he feels like he can breathe easy enough to open his eyes. Viktor’s starry eyes meet his own.
“Are you all right, Jayce?”
Jayce coughs a weak laugh. “Utterly destroyed, thanks.”
“That was the goal. Can I remove my fingers?”
Jayce nods. “Just...careful.”
“Of course.” Viktor slowly withdraws his fingers. Jayce gasps and he feels his cunt contract. Viktor must see, because he chuckles. “Such a greedy hole.”
Jayce groans and throws his arm over his eyes. “I think my hole could actually use a break.”
“The rest of your body too.” Viktor must have wiped his fingers off, because they’re less damp than Jayce expects as they begin to trail over his body. Just light, soothing touches. “You performed beautifully for me. I...thank you, Jayce. For giving me this without much, ah, planning.”
“My pleasure,” Jayce sighs.
“Just relax now. I need to put something down on this wet patch or the bed is going to be very uncomfortable for you once it cools.”
“I’d apologize, but I know you love it when I squirt like that.”
Viktor hums his agreement. He gives Jayce’s thigh a gentle squeeze and stands to fetch a towel. They can wash the sheets properly in the morning, but Jayce is sure his legs won’t hold his weight just now.
Viktor returns and rolls Jayce to his side to put the towel down. He crawls into the bed after him, tucking up against his back. The hexclaw reaches down to deposit the quilt over them. Viktor doesn’t really sleep any more, but they rarely go a single night without him staying in bed until Jayce falls asleep. Sometimes he’s even there when Jayce wakes. Jayce would bet that tomorrow morning will be one such occasion.
“Sleep, my love.”
Jayce grunts happily. His partner’s low electrical hum vibrates through his back, soothing and constant.