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Jayce is in the Academy canteen when he hears it. He can’t really help it; whoever’s gossiping is whispering so loudly. Everyone else in the vicinity is probably tuning in as well.
“—that Viktor guy. Who used to be Heimer’s assistant?”
If he hadn’t already been listening to the two diners at his back, that would have alerted Jayce. His ears perk up.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him around. Undercity, right? With a cane? Isn’t he, like, scrawny as hell?”
“Yeah, well. You can never tell with skinny guys, I guess.”
Indignation rises in Jayce’s chest. He feels his cheeks heat. He forgets to take his next bite of chicken. What are they even talking about? What does it matter if Viktor is slender? He’d grown up malnourished and ill; that’s nothing random Academy students should be commenting on. He has half a mind to turn around and tell them off.
“So...you’ve seen it?”
“Not me. My buddy Lance told me about it. They hooked up a few times.”
“No way.”
The second voice sounds entirely aghast, which is reasonable to Jayce. He’s also aghast. They can’t actually be talking about his partner, can they? Viktor’s never shown interest in anyone, not that Jayce has seen. And he has noticed wandering eyes towards Viktor. Sky’s crush is a huge source of secondhand embarrassment for Jayce (possibly because he worries his own crush is that obvious). And when would Viktor even have time for such things? They both eat, sleep, and breathe Hextech.
“I swear. Lance wouldn’t make this shit up,” Diner #1 says. “I mean, why would he brag about sleeping with a trencher?”
“I guess you have a point.”
Jayce’s fist clenches around his fork. He stuffs a too-big bite of his lunch into his mouth.
“So...?”
“So. It was apparently incredible. The guy’s hiding an absolute monster in his pants. And – okay, his leg is messed up, maybe his back too? But he can go for ages. Lance couldn’t figure out how he stayed hard so long. Said he couldn’t sit right for days.”
“Holy shi—”
Their conversation abruptly ends when Jayce doubles over with a coughing fit. He’d forgotten to chew properly and choked on his bite of chicken. He wheezes and pounds his chest, eyes streaming.
“Hey, you okay?” one of the diners asks.
Jayce doesn’t even turn around. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “Too much pepper.”
He can’t stay a minute longer. Still coughing around the remnants of his meal, he gathers up his tray and races for the trash bins. He must look deranged. He feels deranged. He shouldn’t be thinking about this, but now he can’t stop. Apparently his colleague, his best friend, has a huge dick. And apparently, he knows how to use it.
He manages to duck down a secluded hallway with a water fountain to clear his throat and catch his breath. Now that oxygen is flowing to his brain, he realizes that he can’t have heard right. They can’t have been talking about his Viktor, whatever details seemed to match up. Viktor’s trans, just like Jayce. He doesn’t have a dick, not the kind they were talking about. Of course, it’s possible he’d used a toy, but Jayce doesn’t know of any that would be that convincing.
He leans against a wall and takes a few deep breaths. Nothing to get worked up over. He just...misheard. He can stop thinking about his partner’s penis. He needs to stop thinking about his partner’s junk.
Once he’s sure he no longer looks tomato-red, he pushes off from the wall and heads back up to the lab. Viktor had opted to work through lunch, something Jayce now wishes he had also done.
It turns out that Jayce cannot expel the horny gremlin in his brain. He spends the afternoon trying his very best to focus on the schematics for the as-yet-unnamed Hextech teleportation system they’re developing. Every time Viktor shifts in his seat, or stands, or paces, or does anything, really, Jayce finds himself glancing over. His eyes inevitably drift to Viktor’s crotch. The moment he realizes what he’s doing, of course, he snaps his eyes back to the blueprints in front of him. He doesn’t think Viktor’s noticed.
“Are you feeling all right, Jayce?”
Well, damn.
“Hmm? I’m fine. Why?”
“You’ve seemed a little off since lunch. Did you eat something that didn’t agree with you?”
Jayce swallows and plasters on a smile. He turns in his chair to assure Viktor that nothing is wrong, nothing at all, but finds that his partner has crossed the room to stand just behind him. Normally, he hears Viktor coming, the tap of the cane being a dead giveaway. Apparently, this was a distance he didn’t feel the need to use his aid for. It puts his hips just below eye level. There does seem to be a bulge, but that could just be a weird fold in the fabric, right? Or he just has a rolled up sock in there, like Jayce sometimes does.
“Jayce?”
His gaze flies up to meet Viktor’s. How long had he been staring? Viktor’s brows are furrowed, that cute look he gets when he’s curious about something and close to an answer.
“I’m reasonably certain I don’t have a stain on my pants. And they’re fall-front, so I know my fly isn’t down.” The corner of his lip tugs up minutely.
“Huh? Um, no, you don’t. I mean, not that I noticed.”
Viktor hums, considering. “Did something happen at lunch?”
“I ate lunch?”
Viktor frowns. It’s not an angry frown so much as one of consternation. The look he gets when an experiment isn’t going as he predicted. It says that he knows Jayce is hiding something. Which is fair, because Jayce is a terrible liar. The only reason he’s kept his feelings in check for so long is because no one has asked him directly. Viktor leans closer, hand on Jayce’s desk.
“Jayce. What happened at lunch?”
Jayce has to look away. His cheeks and ears burn. “It’s stupid. And inappropriate. It’s really...not worth talking about.”
“I think it is, if it’s got you this distracted.”
“I just...overheard some people talking.”
Viktor sighs. Jayce doesn’t have to look to know he’s rolling his eyes. “Jayce. You should be used to this by now. People love to talk. They love to speculate. What was it this time? Your expulsion? The Undercity cripple who tricked his way into the Academy? What they think doesn’t matter.”
“I know! I know it doesn’t. But it wasn’t...anything like that.”
“Then what?”
“Look, I probably just misheard. I thought they were talking about you, but it couldn’t be you. So all of this is just...my mind running in circles, I guess.”
“You’re certainly talking in circles,” Viktor mutters. “Tell me what they said, and I’ll tell you if it was me they were talking about.”
Jayce grimaces and shakes his head. “They were definitely talking about a cis man. Just...you know. Stories about someone a friend hooked up with. Some other Viktor, I’m sure.”
Viktor has gone quite still. Jayce chances a look up, and finds that he looks startled. “Did you catch another name in the story?”
“Um. Lance?”
Viktor breathes out a curse in his Undercity dialect. “That boy and his big mouth.” He shakes his head, actually looking a little amused. “I’m not sure exactly what you heard, but it was about me, yes. Probably nothing to be concerned over. As I said: it doesn’t matter what people think.”
“Right.” Jayce sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly. “Sorry. I just got confused. Because it really sounded like they were discussing a cis guy.”
Viktor’s eyes narrow and his lip curls up. “Why is that, Jayce?”
Oh, he’s having fun teasing. Poking at Jayce’s insecurity and making him say this stuff out loud.
“They were talking about your—” Jayce clears his throat. “Your dick. But you don’t have—”
“I do.”
Jayce winces. “I know, I know. I call mine that too, but they were talking about penetration.”
“An act which my dick is perfectly capable of.”
Jayce looks up at him and stares. He can’t find any hint that Viktor is joking. “What—”
Viktor tilts his head. “Of course, I didn’t expect you to know this about me, but you really haven’t heard of this kind of augmentation?” Viktor’s tone turns exasperated. Jayce immediately feels like an idiot for being so slow on the uptake.
“I’m sorry, I just...I didn’t think that was possible. Removing tissue, sure, but...wouldn’t it require some kind of graft?”
“Along with some synthetic elements, yes.”
“And it...works?”
Viktor smirks at him and Jayce goes hot all over. He tugs at his collar. “Quite well.”
Jayce gulps. “Right. That’s...really amazing, actually. Why haven’t I heard about the procedure?”
Viktor shrugs and steps back to his desk to retrieve his cane. “It’s experimental. And only done in the Undercity to my knowledge. I tried to find a surgeon topside, but none of them wanted to take the risk. The doctor who did my chest, however, had performed it before.”
Jayce thinks it over. It’s true that prostheses are more common in the Undercity, but he’s not sure if that’s because there’s more acceptance or greater need. Probably a mix of both. But genitalia is quite different from arms and legs. His thoughts snowball into more questions. Does Viktor have his original equipment, as it were? Does he have balls? Where did the graft come from? What synthetics were used, and for what purpose? What had the recovery been like? Is it really as impressive as Lance claimed? Is it something Jayce could get?
Viktor’s chuckle brings him back to the present.
“You look like I’ve just introduced you to a new scientific concept.”
“You have, kind of.”
Viktor turns fully towards him with calculating eyes. He’s silent for a few beats. Jayce feels a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck.
“Would you like to see it?”
Jayce chokes on his next breath. “W-what?”
“You’re curious. So, for the sake of scientific inquiry...” Viktor gestures down towards his crotch.
“That’s...I mean...you can’t be comfortable...and it’s highly unprofessional...” Jayce sputters, looking for excuses despite his desperate need to see.
“Jayce, our partnership began with breaking and entering. I’m perfectly comfortable showing you. It was a lot of money and effort to achieve these results and I’m rather proud of them. So. Do you want to see?”
Jayce’s mouth is so dry. “Yes,” he rasps.
Viktor’s eyes flick to the door. “Go lock it. Wouldn’t want Heimerdinger to walk in on us.”
“What— here?!”
“Where else? The lighting is good and we’ve got all our instruments here if you want to take any measurements.”
Jayce does not want to use any of their tools to measure that particular part of Viktor’s anatomy. He’d never be able to look at the calipers again. Without an adequate counter-argument, he pushes out of his seat and goes to lock the door. Viktor is waiting by Jayce’s desk when he returns.
“Sit. It’ll put you at a better height to examine.”
Jayce does. He wonders if he’s dreaming, but surely a dream wouldn’t be this vivid. He can feel the trickle of sweat down his back. Smell the mix of machine oil, sweetmilk, and rosemary soap he associates with Viktor.
Viktor leans on his cane and unbuttons his trousers with one hand. His slender fingers are so graceful and deft. The flap falls forward, revealing white trunks underneath. Without fanfare, Viktor pushes them down his thighs. There, right before Jayce’s eyes, is Viktor’s cock.
Lance hadn’t been lying. It’s impressive. It’s beautiful. Jayce’s mouth waters. He has to swallow before he starts drooling over it.
He leans in closer, eyeing the graceful curve of the head. It must have been quite a feat to create a glans so naturally shaped. It’s long, which seems appropriate for Viktor’s willowy build, but also girthy. The lack of fat anywhere else on Viktor’s body must give the illusion that it’s particularly thick. He has a nice set of balls hanging beneath, so that answers that question. He traces it with his eyes, searching for scar tissue and the the non-organic elements.
Viktor shivers. Jayce realizes that he’s leaned in so close, he must feel his breath.
“It’s been a few years, so the scars have faded. And I had some tattooing done to correct the color and hide them.” Viktor says, voice tight. He reaches down and curls his fingers around it and Jayce feels like the breath has been punched out of him. Viktor lifts his cock to show the underside. “The most visible scar is here, but to the untrained eye it mimics the raphe line.”
Jayce wants to run his tongue along that line. He clamps his jaw shut and just nods, like this is fascinating for scientific reasons only. Viktor shoves his trousers and underwear down further on his left side. It reveals a patch of scar tissue that disappears further into his clothes.
“This is the donor site for the graft. Most have it done with skin from their forearm, but, eh, I didn’t have enough surface area there.”
“Oh, wow. I wondered if it was a transplant.”
“I believe some have tried that, but it was too uncertain a method for my tastes. Far less chance of rejection of one’s own skin.”
Jayce studies the skin of the shaft. He must have done something to prepare the flesh, because there’s no errant hair. He does spy a mole on one side. The balls beneath do have a fuzz of brown hair. Jayce has never felt any particular way about balls, but he really wants to cup Viktor’s. Feel their weight. Discover what’s behind them.
“You have questions,” Viktor says.
“Yeah. Like, so many.”
“Go on. I’m not shy about it. More people ought to know about this option.”
Viktor might not be shy, but Jayce is. Still, he doesn’t want to waste the opportunity.
“Do you still have —” he clears his throat, “— your original...plumbing?”
Viktor snorts at his choice of words. “Some of it. My clitoris is buried in the neo-phallus here.” He taps his finger to a spot at the base of the underside. “I retain most of the sensation there. But I’ve had a vaginectomy. It’s necessary to avoid complications with the urethral lengthening.”
“Urethral — oh. So you can urinate out of it?”
“Can and must. There isn’t another option.”
“And how does it...” Jayce blushes furiously.
Viktor raises an eyebrow. “I can’t answer a question you haven’t asked.”
So he’s going to make Jayce say it. Jayce swallows hard. It’s just anatomy. A medical curiosity. Nothing to be flustered by. Right.
“How does it...get hard?”
“There you go,” Viktor says, voice lower than before. “It’s a pump and reservoir system. This is where the synthetic parts come in. I have a pump in my scrotum,” he indicates said scrotum, “which diverts fluid from a reservoir in my lower abdomen into a tube in the shaft.”
Jayce is sure his eyes are wide as saucers. “That’s...genius.”
“Mm. I think so. Would you like a demonstration?”
He searches Viktor’s face for a hint that he’s teasing. There’s amusement there, but it seems sincere. There is nothing Jayce wants more than to witness Viktor’s cock harden. He nods.
“Watch closely, then.”
He reaches down below his dick and gently takes hold of his balls. He squeezes a few times, not hard enough to hurt. Jayce can clearly see that he’s pressing on the mechanism inside. Oh. Jayce looks on in wonder as the shaft grows rigid and a little thicker. It hangs, fat and heavy, right in front of his face, definitely hard enough to fuck with.
“Wow,” Jayce breathes.
“Simple as that,” Viktor says. “There’s a release mechanism on the other side.”
“Oh, so that’s how you could keep going—” Jayce cuts himself off. It’s not a part of the gossip he’d intended to share.
“It seems like Lance was being quite complimentary. He’s not aware that I’m transgender, so he just thinks that I’m naturally...gifted.”
Jayce swallows hard. “Lance...seems like a lucky guy.”
Viktor’s fulling smirking down at him. “Perhaps. I haven’t seen him in months. Our work keeps me too busy to seek out new partners.” He says it lightly, like he couldn’t care less. Like it’s actually troublesome to find hookups. Which doesn’t surprise Jayce; Viktor is just as dedicated as he is to innovation. It’s why he’d thought Viktor wasn’t interested in sex or romance at all.
“Jayce,” he suddenly says, slow and considering, “I’m more than willing to sate your curiosity more fully.” He takes his hand from his cock and puts it on Jayce’s shoulder, squeezes. “And besides, I don’t like to waste a good erection.”
Jayce’s mouth drops open. This is...a step beyond the scientific inquiry they’d been hiding behind up to this point. But he can’t deny what he wants. He wants it so badly, whatever Viktor will give him. He finds himself nodding breathlessly. “Please.”
“Touch it.”
The command in Viktor’s voice is intoxicating. Jayce has no interest in resisting. He reaches out, fingers trembling only slightly, and curls them around Viktor’s shaft. His skin is warm and smooth. Jayce has limited experience with cis penises and Viktor’s isn’t that different, but he’s never felt like this touching one. Perhaps it’s because the edge of envy is softened by the knowledge that Viktor is like him, has crafted his own body and has opened the door for Jayce to do the same. Perhaps it’s because Jayce has never felt like this about any past sexual partners. Their connection is so strong, he’d mistaken it for brotherly until he’d understood that he’s in love with his best friend.
Jayce slides his hand up and down, thumb tracing the scar running up the underside. He keeps his touch light, but Viktor inhales sharply when his fingertips circle the well-shaped head. A more firm stroke, and he’ll need something to lubricate the way. Viktor, of course, doesn’t produce pre-cum.
“Hold still.”
Jayce freezes, hand still circled around his base. He glances up just in time to see Viktor spit. It hangs for a moment, then splashes with perfect aim onto the glans.
“Fuck,” Jayce breathes. He smears it with his palm, working it down Viktor’s shaft. It’s just enough for him to pump him a little harder. Viktor makes a small sound in his throat, the beginnings of a moan.
“How does it feel?” Jayce asks. “What’s it like?”
“It’s...it’s what I always imagined it would be like. So good, so...” He cuts himself off to groan. “Like touching my clit, but without the...psychological discomfort.”
“Gods, it’s so...you’re so beautiful, Viktor.”
He can’t help leaning in close. His breath cools the saliva drying on Viktor’s cock, making Viktor shiver.
“Jayce, you...I need...”
“Can I taste you?”
Viktor moans, louder than before. It’s such a gorgeous sound, Jayce commits it to memory.
“Yes, Jayce, please.”
Jayce steadies him with a hand at his root. As much as he wants to dive in, take as much as he can, he pauses to kiss the mole on the side first. It surprises a laugh out of Viktor. Then, Jayce gets to work. He licks up that center line, tongue feeling every bump of vein and catch of scar tissue. The actual taste is unremarkable; it’s just skin. But it’s Viktor’s skin, and Viktor’s scent filling his nose, which makes Jayce want to drown in it. He circles his lips around the head. His tongue teases at the slit while he sucks gently.
Viktor’s hand moves from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. The hair there is too short for him to grab, but his nails scrape Jayce’s scalp. It feels amazing. Jayce moans. He bobs his head, taking Viktor’s cock deeper with each downward push. He’s not much of a slut in practice, but he is one in theory. He’s practiced on dildos, imagining Viktor’s strap. He’s sure he’s sloppy as he sucks in his cheeks, lets saliva drip from his mouth, but he knows he can work to taking him into his throat. He’s desperate to make it good for Viktor.
“Oh, Janna, fuck, Jayce. Look at you. I can tell you love it. I never imagined you’d be so hungry for cock, Jayce. Fuck.”
Jayce, already weak for Viktor’s voice, moans at the affection and degradation. He rocks in his chair, his own dick pressed cruelly against the inseam of his pants. He pushes forward as far as he can. The head hits his throat and he fights through the impulse to gag. There’s no more room in his head for thoughts, like Viktor’s cock has fucked his brain right out of his skull. He sucks and laves his tongue on the underside, earning a drawn-out moan and fingers grasping the hair at the crown of his head. Oh, his tongue is now right where Viktor’s original dick is nestled inside his new one. He presses harder with the tip of his tongue and Viktor’s hips jerk forward.
Viktor shouts an Undercity curse.
Jayce has to pull back and gasp for breath. He keeps his hand on Viktor’s cock, a promise to return. He looks up with watery eyes to find Viktor looking right back at him. His eyes are huge and dark, his lips parted. Jayce can see the indents of teeth where he’d bitten his lower lip.
“Can I make you come?” Jayce rasps.
“Oh, Jayce.” Viktor’s fingers tighten in his hair even as his voice drips with affection. “How could I deny you when you ask so sweetly? Just don’t hurt yourself.”
Jayce privately thinks that he’d like it to hurt a bit, but decides that might be too much to reveal too soon. Instead, he licks his lips and dives back down on Viktor’s cock. He can’t help but shove a hand between his own legs, trying to relieve the pressure on his own small dick. He can feel Viktor tremble under his other hand; he must be close. Just when he thinks he’s nearly there, Viktor pulls him off by the hair, hard.
Jayce looks up at him, pouting as much as he can with his mouth open and tongue loose.
“Fuck. The state of you. You really like it that much?”
“Uh huh.” Jayce nods, hair tugging even harder.
“I can’t help feeling a little selfish.”
“N-no, I’m enjoying—”
“I just don’t want you thinking this isn’t reciprocal, Jayce. Will you let me help with this?” Viktor lifts his cane, holding it by the shaft. He knocks Jayce’s hand away from his crotch with the handle, then presses it between Jayce’s legs. Jayce can’t help the broken whine that spills from him. He rocks forward into the metal.
“Well?”
“Yes. Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
Jayce nods, then pauses. “Anything...but especially fucking me.”
Viktor swears, then takes a step back. “Get your clothes off.”
Jayce almost upends his chair in his haste to stand and strip. Why is he wearing so many layers? Why does he have so many buttons and laces? He nearly forgets to take his shoes off, until his trousers are pooled around his ankles. His boxers peel away from his skin, the crotch soaked through. He glances up, finds Viktor watching him with those hungry eyes. They look like the eyes of a wolf on the prowl and Jayce is a plump rabbit. Jayce shivers.
“How would you like it?” Viktor asks. He makes no effort to hide the way his gaze traces the contours of Jayce’s naked body.
“Ah, I...what works best for you? Your leg?”
“Don’t worry about that. I may need to change positions, but we’ll start with your preference.”
Jayce nods and looks around the lab. The lab. Gods, this is insane. It’s all stainless steel workbenches and rolling stools, not exactly a boudoir. Hell, one wall is just floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s a good thing they’re too many floors up for voyeurs. He makes a beeline for the closest work table with a clear space and hauls himself up on it. It’s freezing cold under his bare ass, but he’s sure he’ll warm up in no time. He parts his legs.
Viktor pulls his pants up, just enough to allow him to walk. He sets his cane to the side, instead steadying himself with a hand on Jayce’s thigh.
“I had wondered if you shaved,” he muses. “It seemed incongruous that your chest was so bare when you’ve constantly got a five o’clock shadow.” One hand slides inward and he rubs a thumb over Jayce’s smooth mound.
“Ah, I-I wax, actually.”
Viktor hums and tilts his head. Jayce suddenly wonders if Viktor likes the look or if he hates it. Oh gods, does he hate it? Viktor pinches his side, making him yelp.
“Don’t overthink it, Jayce. I’d find your body attractive with or without hair. As it is, I can appreciate the unobstructed view.” He dips his eyes down deliberately, where Jayce is bare and flushed and wet. The hand at his lower belly trails down, ghosting over his reddened dick and parting his folds.
“Have you been fucked before, Jayce?”
“I-I um. It’s been a while, but yeah. But I...I use toys. Pretty often.”
“So you know your limits.”
Jayce nods. “I like...to feel full.”
Viktor’s darkened eyes meet his own. He keeps their gaze locked as he slides two fingers into Jayce’s cunt. His fingers are slender and Jayce takes them easily. Honestly, his favorite dildo is thicker than Viktor’s cock, but he doesn’t want to mention that. He grips the edge of the table and rocks his hips. When Viktor finally starts to move, crooking his fingers and mirroring Jayce’s movement, Jayce’s eyes flutter shut.
“You’re already so wet...” Viktor breathes, almost more to himself than to Jayce.
“All for you,” Jayce says. “Please, Viktor, I’m ready. I can take it.”
Viktor slides his fingers free. For a moment, he marvels at them, glistening with Jayce’s slick. Then he wraps his hand around his dick, smearing the fluid down his length. Jayce is ready to start begging when Viktor moves forward. He doesn’t press inside yet, instead rubbing his dick against Jayce. It slips against wet skin and rubs his aching clit. Jayce lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine.
“Shhh, hold on,” Viktor coos. “I won’t keep you waiting, darling.”
He doesn’t. He keeps a bruising grip on Jayce’s waist while he guides his cock to his hole. Jayce breathes deliberately; he’d been holding his breath in anticipation, tensing up too much. He wishes he could see better. Maybe next time – if there is a next time – they can use a mirror so he can watch every inch disappear into his cunt.
It’s agonizingly slow, but Jayce relishes the stretch. He grips under his legs, spreading further and tilting his hips up.
“Oh, Jayce, you’re...” Viktor’s words stutter to a halt. His bony hips dig into Jayce’s meaty thighs. He squeezes his eyes shut, staying very still. Jayce tries to be patient, he really does. But a moment too long passes and he can’t help a slow roll of his hips. He grinds down on Viktor’s cock. Viktor opens his eyes, and oh, it’s the wolf again.
He holds Jayce’s waist with both hands, nails digging in, and starts to move. He pulls out nearly all the way and then slides back in, slow but firm. It’s a smooth glide, but his girth has Jayce gasping when he bottoms out again.
“You’re so big, gods.”
Viktor huffs out a breathless chuckle. “Well, when one gets to design one’s own...”
“Glad you did. Such a perfect cock.”
Viktor picks up speed and Jayce throws his head back with a moan.
“Minute I saw it, I knew I wanted it inside me. It’s so pretty, fuck.” The words spill out of Jayce with barely a thought. They seem to be egging Viktor on, though, so he makes no effort to stop. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding that thing this whole time. Fuck, ah, gonna have to revise all my fantasies. Gonna dream about this dick.”
“Shit, Jayce. You’ve had fantasies?” Viktor asks it through gritted teeth. He slams into Jayce with surprising strength. There’s a squeak as he drives the whole table back half an inch.
“Uh huh.”
Jayce has to throw an arm out to keep from getting pushed too far back on the worktable.
“Tell me.”
“W-what—”
“Tell me.”
“I — ngh — imaged you’d fuck me like this. In the lab. Pictured a strap, but this is so much better.”
“In the lab. And here I thought you were a romantic.”
“I am. The lab’s not the only place — hah —”
“You’ll tell me every one of your fantasies.” Viktor’s words are punctuated by sharp thrusts. “And we’ll go through them. One by one. I’ll make them — fuck — seem like silly daydreams.”
“I’ve got quite an imagination.”
Viktor snarls and plants a hand on Jayce’s chest, pushing him down on the table. It tilts Jayce’s hips up further and he wraps a leg behind Viktor’s back. “Nothing will compare to the real thing. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else’s cock, Jayce.”
Jayce moans, long and loud. That job has already been done. “Fuck. Yeah. Ruin me, V.” His ears ring with their combined panting and the filthy schlick schlick sound of Viktor pounding into him. Fuck, he’s probably dripping onto the table and floor and this point. “’m so close.”
“That’s it. Come on my cock, Golden Boy.”
“I want to, I want to, I just need—”
“Touch yourself. I can’t in this position.”
Jayce nods so fast he gets dizzy. He reaches between them and oh, he can feel where they’re joined. He pulls back the hood of his clit and rubs the head of it with two fingers. He’s so desperate, that’s all he needs.
“Oh, oh, oh, Viktor—”
He cuts himself off with a silent shout, his body convulsing and his cunt squeezing down hard on Viktor’s cock. He distantly hears Viktor curse.
Viktor buries himself inside. “Jayce, oh, Janna, you’re beautiful.” He stops thrusting, instead grinding in as if he could drill his way deeper. Jayce knows his original dick is rubbing hard against his rim.
Jayce shivers with the aftershocks, has to move his hand away from his dick. His pussy pulses, clenching tight, but he can’t stop now.
“Come on, you gonna come, V?” His voice comes out wrecked, hoarse. “Gonna come in me? Gonna fill me up?”
Viktor groans and collapses forward. Jayce hooks his ankles together around his waist, holding him in tight. Their hot breaths steam the air between them. He feels Viktor’s hips twitching against him. Viktor bites down into his trapezius, muffling his whimper. It’s going to leave a mark, one Jayce is going to cherish until it fades. When he comes back to himself, Viktor detaches his mouth and offers a sweet kiss to the spot in apology. He lifts himself up on a shaking arm to look at Jayce.
Jayce can’t help the dopey grin that spreads across his face.
“Well? Was that a sufficient demonstration?” Viktor smirks at him.
“Mm. Very enlightening. But I still have questions.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Think I’m gonna need to experience it again.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
They stare at each other, still panting. Jayce isn’t sure which of them leans in first. They meet in a kiss that starts out simple, sweet. Viktor parts his lips and Jayce doesn’t hesitate to follow his lead. It quickly turns heated and Jayce breaks away with a gasp.
“Fuck, you’re still hard.”
“Mm. I have to press the release.”
“Can you go again?”
“Not right now.” Viktor gives him an apologetic grimace. “My leg and lower back won’t tolerate this position much longer.”
“Shit, sorry.”
Viktor shakes his head. “I’m not complaining.” He straightens up, reaches between them and grips his balls, similarly to when he pumped his dick hard. It softens and slips out of Jayce, who sighs at the feeling. He already misses how well Viktor filled him up. He steps back, looking up and down Jayce’s body. “We’re going to need to disinfect this whole table.”
Jayce shrugs. “Worth it.”
Viktor pulls his trousers and underwear back up, fastens the buttons. He picks up his cane. “We should clean up.” He looks pointedly at what Jayce is sure is a huge wet spot under his ass. “I think...it’s unlikely we’ll get anything else done today.”
Jayce nods. He can’t fathom thinking about work right now, and Hextech deserves their full attention. He slides off the table and starts for his clothes. He feels suddenly very cold. He’s just shrugged his shirt on when Viktor stops him with a hand on his chest.
“Don’t look so dejected, Jayce. I’m as distracted as you. And I have a plan for tonight.”
Jayce perks up. “Yeah?”
“You’re going to buy me dinner. I didn’t get lunch today and I’m going to need the energy. And then you’re walking me home.”
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, that sounds...”
“I have position aids there. Toys. A sturdy bed frame. If you’d still like a more thorough demonstration.”
Jayce grins. “I’d love that.”