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Viktor settled himself at the little desk by the window, curtains open to the city below. The hotel room was dark, just the bedside lamp on behind him. The day had been exhausting; as soon as he was done with this call, he was going straight to bed. The light of his laptop screen made him look ghostly pale against the dark backdrop. When the webcam connected, he could see that the bags under his eyes were more pronounced than usual.
After a moment of buffering, a familiar face appeared. Jayce leaned in close to the camera, smiling at him. Afternoon sun filtered in from the semi-sheer curtain in their bedroom. The ache that had been present in Viktor’s chest since getting the call that predicated this trip intensified.
“Hey,” Jayce said, voice soft with a mirroring ache. “Hope it’s not too late for our call.”
Viktor shook his head. “It’s only ten here.”
“Hmm. You look tired, though. Long day?” Jayce sat back in his chair, now in frame from his face to the top of his chest. He was wearing his bathrobe – an odd choice for three in the afternoon Piltover time.
Viktor waved a dismissive hand. “It’s just the poor lighting. I am fine. Although yes, it was a long day.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”’ Jayce’s arms moved, fiddling with something off screen. Probably the ties to his robe.
Viktor shook his head. “I don’t want to think about it right now. How are Mercury and Rio?”
“Mercury is great. Kind of confused that you haven’t been joining us for our afternoon walk. Rio’s good too, but she misses you. Keeps sniffing at your side of the bed, like she’ll find you if she looks hard enough.”
“Poor thing. Give her an extra cuddle for me.” Viktor squinted at the screen. When Jayce was at his personal computer, the pets were often close by. Mercury liked to lounge at his feet and Rio liked to interrupt computer time as much as she could. “Are they around?”
“Ah.” Jayce cleared his throat. “I bribed them with treats and locked them out of the room.”
“Why?” Viktor raised an eyebrow. He’d assumed Jayce would present them to the camera. It was what Viktor did for him whenever Jayce was away for work. This was the first time in the few days since Viktor had been in Europe that they’d managed a video call.
Jayce shifted in his seat and tugged his robe closer around himself. “I can let them in if you want to see them. I just, uh...You remember what day it is?”
Viktor frowned. “The 11th?”
“It’s our anniversary.”
Viktor’s frown deepened. “That’s in October.”
“Right, not...not that anniversary. God, I’m being...” Jayce wiped a hand over his face. “Sorry. It’s the anniversary of the day we made our Hextech breakthrough and became partners the first time. Which isn’t a thing we have to celebrate. I’m not trying to shame you for not remembering. Fuck knows you’ve had enough on your mind.”
It clicked into place and Viktor’s frown eased. His lip twitched up at the corner. “Ah. So you were hoping it would be one of those types of calls.” He could see from the way Jayce blushed that he was right.
“Not—! It doesn’t have to be. Fuck, it’s not about me. I just got you a little gift, is all.”
“I’m halfway across the world, Jayce.”
“Yeah. And I miss you. I’m lonely here without you. Bed’s too big and cold.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. You’re obviously not in the mood. I should’ve—”
“Jayce.” Viktor was smiling now. “I didn’t say that. I just needed to catch up. I miss you too, lásko. So, what is my gift?”
Jayce drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, it’s...I’ll show you. But you’re under no obligation...no hard feelings if you’re not into it.” He pushed away from the desk, reaching up to adjust the laptop screen as he stood. He fiddled with it for a moment until he was sure his whole body was in frame. From under the hem of his robe, Viktor could see...socks?
Blush still visible, even through webcam, Jayce untied his robe. He parted the sides and Viktor saw exactly why he’d been wearing it. He stood with the robe hanging off his shoulders, his outfit underneath bared to Viktor now. The details were hazy beneath the sheer lavender babydoll-style slip. Delicate straps hung from broad shoulders. The thing was hemmed with tiers of ruffles which obscured whatever he wore on his hips, but Viktor could clearly see a lace bralette on his chest. He couldn’t tell if it was pale purple as well, or just white and colored by the fabric above it. There were tiny bows holding slits in the fabric closed over Jayce’s nipples. He was indeed wearing stockings which disappeared under the ruffles.
“I ordered it before we knew you had to fly home.”
Viktor didn’t correct him about where he considered his home to be. He was too busy staring at Jayce. He was aware of his mouth hanging open.
“Is this...okay?” He sighed. “I can put the robe back on. Let you get to bed.”
“Don’t you dare.” Viktor found his voice and leaned in, eyes scanning for every detail. “Take the robe all the way off. Let me see you.”
Jayce’s doubt melted away at Viktor’s tone. He shrugged the robe off and kicked it aside. He stepped forward with a notable sway to his hips. The ruffles on the babydoll flowed around him, giving little peeks to what might be underneath. He cast a shy smile at the camera and did a little twirl. The negligee flared up just enough for Viktor to see that Jayce was wearing some kind of thong. Heat pulsed between his legs.
“You like it?”
“It suits you,” Viktor said, his voice dropping low. “The nightie is cute, but it’s getting in the way of my view.”
“Should I take it off?”
“Might as well give me a show, precious.”
Jayce shivered. He dug his hands – big, masculine hands – into the ruffles and teased at rucking them up his legs. Viktor could see the lace topping his thigh-high stockings.
“I thought about wearing this while you fucked me,” Jayce said. “The fabric is really soft. It’d be nice to feel against our skin while I ride you.”
Viktor had to shove his hand down between his legs. His cock wasn’t hard – he’d have to manually make that happen – but the heat was building. He pressed through his clothes, giving himself only the barest amount of relief.
Jayce stretched his arms up, doing something behind his back and showing off his biceps in the process. It seemed he had unclipped something, because the nightie hung looser off him now. One of the straps slid down his shoulder.
“You’re a vision,” Viktor breathed.
Getting the babydoll off was a little less graceful. Jayce had to gather it up and pull it over his head, the neck opening too small to make it past his shoulders. Viktor still appreciated the view; Jayce’s back arched with the motion, baring the lingerie underneath. He tossed the slip aside and stood, showing off his body to Viktor.
The set was palest pink, mostly lace with little satin ribbons and thin elastic straps. Low on his hips was a pair of panties that seemed to be open at the crotch, though a hanging piece of lace obscured his dick. The hip straps dug into his love handles. Over that, he wore a matching garter belt which held up the stockings. Viktor could see Jayce’s dark body hair through the nylon. His fingers itched to run up his legs, tug at the fabric, feel every novel texture against Jayce’s skin.
“Like your gift?”
Viktor nodded mutely. His eyes hungrily drank in all he could. Jayce bit his lip and toyed with one of the garter straps. The false shyness made Viktor want to ruin him. “It would only be better if I could touch. I want to rip it all off you.”
Jayce gave an exaggerated pout. “Hey, this set was expensive! If you wreck it, you’re buying me a replacement.”
“Jayce, I would be delighted to buy more pretty things to adorn you with.”
Jayce grinned, eyelashes fluttering. “So, I have a few ideas for today. But it depends on what you want to do.”
“Tell me.”
“I was thinking I’d put on a show for you. You can direct me if you want. Whatever you need to get yourself off.”
Viktor grinned wickedly. “This present keeps getting better.” He twirled a finger. “Turn around for me?”
Jayce did at once. He let his hips swing, popping out his firm ass. The garter belt sat high, above the swell of his backside. The panties were practically invisible, just a couple of straps disappearing into his crack. As he arched, Viktor thought he could see something glint between his cheeks. He licked his lips. He would wait for that reveal, wanting to draw this out. He did pop open the button of his jeans. Jayce let his hands roam over his ass, gave it a nice smack. Viktor mourned the ability to see the red blooming there, but the video quality made it hard to see subtle changes like that.
“Turn again,” Viktor said. “Let me see your tits.”
Jayce exhaled raggedly. He always got flustered when Viktor was crass. He leaned forward on his desk, pushing his pecs together. He’d had top surgery years ago, the scars well-concealed by time and a generous thatch of chest hair. Still, his strength training routine and the layer of fat he’d acquired since entering his 30s gave him a prominent chest that he knew Viktor loved to fondle. He squeezed his arms close to his sides, deepening his cleavage.
“That’s it, baby,” Viktor sighed. He slid his hand into his pants, rubbing his cock through his trunks. “Do those little bows come loose?”
“These?” Jayce toyed with one of them with the tip of a finger, teasing it like it was his nipple.
“Yes, those.”
“They’re actually snaps.” He fiddled with the satin a moment longer, then popped the snap open. The slit in the bralette gaped open, revealing his perfect brown nipple. They didn’t have much sensation, but Viktor still liked playing with them. Jayce rubbed his finger over it, lower lip caught between his teeth. He gave it a pinch, hard enough that he could definitely feel it.
“Don’t neglect the other one.”
“I’m getting to it.” Jayce circled his fingers around the areola before moving to unsnap the other side. He gave this nipple the same attention. “Wish you were here. I know you want to play with my chest in this. Don’t you?”
Viktor hummed agreement.
“You’d be biting and sucking,” Jayce went on. “Probably leave me all marked up, huh? The mark you gave me before you left still hasn’t faded all the way. Here, can you see?” He leaned in towards the camera, tipping his head to the side. Viktor could just see a fading bruise, roughly the size and shape of his mouth, at the join of neck to shoulder. The angle had the added benefit of giving him a great view of Jayce’s chest in his bralette. They were such well-formed mounds and Viktor ached to dig his fingers into them.
“I keep touching it. Pressing until it hurts to remind me of you.”
Viktor’s groan deepened into a growl.
“Gonna get hard for me, baby?”
“You want to watch?”
“What do you think?” Jayce leaned in, grinning.
Viktor pushed his chair back, getting more of his body in frame. He angled the laptop screen, cutting off part of his face to get his lap visible. He couldn’t really see Jayce at this angle, so he wouldn’t keep it here for long. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants down his thighs. He could hear Jayce moan at the sight of the bulge in his trunks. Even flaccid, it was substantial. Viktor tugged his waistband down, hooking it under his balls.
Even without seeing, he could feel Jayce’s eyes on him. He circled one hand around his shaft and brought the other to his balls. He loosely fisted his cock while he pumped his erectile device. He sighed, enjoying the way his cock rose, full and thick. He hadn’t brought lube with him, but he had a bottle of lotion on the desk. He slicked a generous amount over his shaft.
He tilted the laptop screen back up to find Jayce watching intently. He gave Viktor a little pout now that Viktor’s cock was no longer center-frame.
“I can’t see you like that. You want me to appreciate my gift, don’t you?” Viktor cooed.
“Yeah. Just miss you and your dick.”
Viktor snorted. “We miss you too.”
Jayce straightened up again, getting more in frame. Viktor could see a sheen on his inner thighs; he was already so wet he was dripping. He hooked his fingers into his panties, pulling them away from his hips and snapping them back.
“Should I take these off?”
“Hmm. Not yet. I haven’t really gotten a good look. Maybe sit down for me with your legs up?”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Jayce pulled his desk chair up. He seated himself and pulled his knees up, hooking his legs over the armrests. The little flutter of lace on the panties still mostly hid his cock, but Viktor could now see the subtle gape of his cunt. His dark curls were wet, plastered to his skin with slick. He could see that glint again, below his cunt.
“Is that a plug, darling?”
“Uh huh.” Jayce readjusted, exposing more of his ass. The strap of the thong rested over the flared base of the plug, but it was too thin to hide anything. His hole clenched prettily around it, making the faux sapphire there catch the light. “I didn’t want to waste time prepping. Got other toys ready, too.”
“Oh? Which ones?”
Jayce moaned and squirmed. His toes were out of frame, but Viktor would bet from the way his calves flexed that they were curled. “My wand and the dildo closest to your size.”
“Good boy. Are you going to fuck your ass for me? Imagine it’s my cock?”
“Yes. If that’s what you want.”
“I need to see more of you, kokourek.”
Jayce lowered his legs and stood again. He teased at the thong’s straps again, snapping them against his skin. He turned, reaching around to pull the back strap of them under his ass and using it to pull his cheeks up. He bounced on the balls of his feet to make his ass jiggle. He pulled them back up, but pushed to the side now. He bent over, one hand bracing on his chair. With the other, he spread his cheeks to show off the plug again. A strand of slick dripped from his pussy and slid down to soak into the lace band of his stocking.
Viktor groaned, hand tightening on his cock. “So perfect for me. How big is that plug? Fuck, need to see how you stretch.”
Jayce arched his back further and reached between his cheeks. His voice was muffled, turned away from the webcam, but he spoke loud enough that Viktor could hear. “The biggest one in the set. I worked up to it a couple of hours ago.”
“You’ve had it in since then?”
“Yeah,” Jayce sighed, circling a finger around the plug’s base. “Kept thinking about seeing you. Couldn’t think about anything else all day.”
“Fuck, such a cockslut. You couldn’t go a few days without stuffing your holes.”
He watched the shiver run down Jayce’s spine.
“I could,” Jayce whined, “but I didn’t want to. Missed you so bad, baby.”
“My poor kitten,” Viktor crooned, voice dripping with false sympathy. “All alone, with no one to take care of you.”
“Yeah. Please, Viktor, please.” It wasn’t clear exactly what Jayce was begging for, but that was fine. The fact that he was begging was all Viktor needed.
“It’s all right, kokourek. I’m here. I’ll make sure you get what you need.” Viktor hardened his voice. He loved to order Jayce around, to have such a large, strong man bend so easily to his will. “Pull the plug out for me.”
Jayce immediately hooked his fingers around the base and tugged. He breathed through relaxing enough and popped it free. The widest point was a little smaller than Viktor’s girth. Jayce’s ass contracted around nothing.
“Hmm. I’m not sure you’re ready for my cock, little doll. We wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“I am! I’m ready, please.”
“We’ll see. Get some more lube. I want to see you put your fingers in.”
As expected, Jayce had a bottle just off screen. Viktor heard the click of it and Jacye’s hand reappeared, shining with liquid. He braced himself on the chair again and circled his rim with his slick finger. He dipped his middle finger inside, but only for a moment. The next time he pressed in, his index finger joined. He took them easily.
“That’s it,” Viktor murmured. “But it’s not enough, is it? You need more in that greedy hole.”
“Yeah,” Jayce sighed. “Need your fat cock.”
“You’ll need to be patient, sweetheart. For now, take another finger.”
Jayce twisted his fingers out of his hole and plunged back in with index, middle, and ring finger. He moaned as his rim stretched around them. He shuffled his feet further apart to better show off his ass to Viktor.
Viktor stroked his cock leisurely. He ached to squeeze, to pump his dick harder, but he was a master at self-restraint. It was far too early to bring himself that close. His gaze wandered over every inch of Jayce he could see. He hoped Jayce felt it like hands stroking over him.
“Fuck, I want to touch you.”
“Please.”
“I couldn’t be gentle,” Viktor said, voice lowering. “Not with you looking like this. I’d have to ruin you.”
Jayce whined and withdrew to shove his fingers in harder. His pink hole was reddening. He seemed intent on being sore tomorrow.
“Your ass would be so red by the time I fucked you. I’d have to spank you for teasing me. Pinch and bite. Mark you all over. Might make you cry.”
“Yes, yes, please—”
“Begging for me? I know you’re desperate already. Go on and let me hear it. Then you can sit on that toy of yours.”
Jayce fucked himself on his fingers, hard and fast, but Viktor knew it wouldn’t be enough for him. His fingers were thick and stretched his rim, but he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get just the right angle. He panted and keened, needing more.
“I don’t want the toy,” Jayce whined. “Want your cock, V. Want you to fuck me up.” He looked over his shoulder with wide and shining eyes. The laptop screen had to be pitifully small, not giving him the view of Viktor he really wanted. “Please, please, can I have your cock, love? I’ll ride it so good, I promise.”
“I know you will, darling. You’ll earn it.”
“I need it, I’ll die without it,” Jayce moaned. Always prone to the dramatic. Viktor smirked. “Please, V. Please let me. Do you want me on my knees? I’ll get on my knees for you.”
“No need, sweet thing. It’ll be too difficult to see you and your pretty little outfit. In fact, I’m missing it now. I think it’s time you turn around and show me how you’ll ride my cock.”
Jayce’s sigh turned rough at the end, almost a sob. “Thank you, thank you.”
He pulled his fingers free and scrambled for the dildo. It was a familiar thing; simple but realistic in a pale flesh tone, the closest match they had found to Viktor’s actual cock. It was Jayce’s preferred substitute whenever Viktor wasn’t up for sex, they played with denial, or, on a couple of memorable occasions, Viktor had strapped it on above his cock to fill both of Jayce’s holes.
Jayce placed it on the seat of the chair, suction cup holding it in place. He squatted just behind it and poured a generous stream of lube over it. It was a good thing the chair had a plastic seat, easy to clean. He stroked the dildo, smearing lube everywhere, while he did his best to meet Viktor’s eyes. Viktor got the message: he stroked his own cock in a mirror image of Jayce.
“That’s it, cukroušek. Now sit on it, nice and slow.”
Jayce whined impatiently, but he obeyed. He positioned himself over the toy and sank down, inch by inch. Viktor could see the way his thighs shook. Jayce had to hunch forward, squatting on the chair like this, once again pressing his tits together and creating rolls in his belly. Perhaps not the most photogenic angle, but it drove Viktor wild. So much plush, soft flesh for him to ogle and grab.
When he was fully seated, Jayce sighed as if a weight had been taken off of him. His eyelids fluttered.
“So deep,” he moaned. “You’re so big, baby. No one else could fuck me like this.”
“No one else could take me like you do. Move for me when you’re ready.”
Viktor stilled his hand on his own cock. He waited while Jayce acclimated to the stretch.
Jayce started to move with a high moan. He did his best to lean back, pushing his knees further apart to give Viktor a better look. The smooth fabric of the stockings almost had him slipping, so he had to grip hard with his hands on the arm rests. It made his arms flex beautifully. His bush had been freshly shaved – he normally just trimmed it – so Viktor had a stunning view of his wet and swollen cunt and cock. If he were there in person, Viktor was sure he’d be able to see it twitching.
Jayce started with a steady rise and fall.
“So good, it’s so good, Viktor...”
“You’re doing so well.” Viktor tightened his grip on his cock and stroked, agonizingly slow.
Jayce picked up the pace, the obscene sound carrying through the laptop speakers. He let out a little grunt on each descent. It wasn’t the same as actually fucking Jayce; of course it wasn’t. But Viktor could imagine it. Could imagine lying in their bed at home while Jayce rode him. He very much hoped this lingerie could make a repeat appearance. And more like it, in all different colors. There was very little that Jayce couldn’t pull off, in Viktor’s opinion.
Jayce was starting to struggle to keep his balance. “Wanna go faster. Wanna ride you hard.”
“Tuck your legs under, darling.”
Jayce looked at him with those huge puppydog eyes. “You won’t see as much.”
“I’ll get to see you riding that cock hard and fast.”
That seemed good enough for Jayce. He lifted himself up, the dildo bobbing free of his body while he changed his position. He settled on his knees. He sank back down onto the toy, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottomed out.
It seemed he had no patience to tease now. He rocked his hips forward and worked up to a brutal pace. Despite his panting and grunting, his muscles straining, he still seemed a pretty, delicate thing. His hair – in need of a trim, though Viktor wasn’t about to remind him – fell into his face. His chest heaved against the bralette. His skin started to shine with perspiration, glinting in the filtered afternoon sun.
“So lovely, Jayce. Do you know how pretty you are?”
The rocking of Jayce’s hips didn’t falter, but he ducked his head as if to hide a blush.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy,” Viktor said in the mean tone of voice he knew could make Jayce squirm. “Acting like a blushing virgin while you’re riding my cock like a whore. Which is it, pet?”
“Yours,” Jayce moaned. “You’re the only one who can touch me.”
“I see. So you’re my whore.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jayce chanted. Viktor was vaguely worried for the plastic chair’s ability to hold up to the pounding Jayce was giving himself. His chest, belly, and thighs jiggled as he bounced on it.
“V, do you – do you want to see me come?”
Viktor paused. Of course he did, but the idea of making Jayce wait for it was enticing. He’d spend the next week rubbing his thighs together, stuffing his face in Viktor’s pillow, and dreaming of relief. Maybe his hand would drift between his legs and press until he caught himself. Jayce noticed the hesitation and his eyes went wide.
“W- really?”
Viktor shook his head. “It was only a thought. Touch your cock for me, sweet boy.”
“Th-thank you, ahn—”
Jayce brought one hand forward to rub tight circles around the head of his cock. His moans became more breathless panting, here and there a gasp of Viktor’s name.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me...how it feels.” Jayce looked at him with big, pleading eyes. Ever the glutton for feedback, for praise.
Viktor squirted a little more lotion on his hand. He jerked his cock in a tight grip, all pretense of teasing gone. He groaned through gritted teeth. “So good for me, darling. You’re so tight and hot. You were made for me, for my cock. And it was made for you.”
Jayce tossed his head back in a drawn-out moan and his movements stuttered. He tried to keep up the pace, but his shuddering made him clumsy.
“Yesyesyes Viktor!”
Viktor made himself hold on, just so he could watch Jayce’s orgasm rip through him. He shook in a wave, from the center of his body out through his limbs. He kept rubbing at his cock until it was all too much, then slapped his pussy with a broken cry.
“Fuck, Jayce.”
Jayce fought to open his eyes. They were glassy and unfocused. “C’mfrme, babe.”
Viktor’s hand sped up, his fingertips digging in at the base of his cock where his clit was buried. “Ah! Jayce, Jayce.”
Jayce kept talking, but it didn’t matter that his words were slurred for all Viktor could process them. He reveled in the overwhelm until it verged on pain and he had to take his hand away. He panted and looked up at the laptop screen. His own expression was loose and fucked out, hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks vividly pink. Jayce was a vision. One of the straps of his bralette had slipped out of place, hanging over his shoulder and letting the fabric dip precariously over his chest. A stocking had become unclasped and slid down his thigh, almost to the knee. He was a gorgeous picture of debauchery. He was grinning now.
Gingerly, Viktor manipulated the pump release so his cock could soften.
“Like your present?”
“Hah.” Viktor did his best to smirk. “What do you think?”
Jayce shrugged. “Well, I had a good time.”
“Mm.”
Jayce unfolded his legs and rose from the chair. He set the dildo aside to be cleaned later and pulled a towel from somewhere to set on the seat. Once seated, he scooted close to the screen.
“But really, I...I was a little nervous about doing this without talking to you first.”
Viktor waved a hand. “If I wasn’t in the mood, I’d have just told you. You’d have taken it fine.”
Jayce shrugged. “In front of you, yeah. You know how my brain spirals.”
“Well, we don’t have to worry about that. I’m very happy with my present.”
“Good,” Jayce sighed. “Because I have some more ideas now.”
“You’ll have to tell me about them when my brain is working again.”
“The, uh. The thing about maybe not letting me come?”
“Ah.” Viktor ducked his head. “Not without discussing it, of course.”
“You’ve edged me plenty of times.”
Viktor shook his head. “I was...I was thinking about denying you until I return. That your...” He cleared his throat. “That your orgasms belong to me. Of you getting more and more desperate the longer I’m gone.”
“Oh.” Jayce’s face was already too flushed to darken further, but he bit his lip. “Fuck, V, that’s hot. Maybe next time?”
Viktor snorted as he tucked his cock back into his pants. “I hardly ever travel without you.”
“Maybe we could arrange something. A weekend trip.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” Viktor said gently. The fatigue of the day was catching back up to him. His eyelids felt leaden.
“Right, of course. I should let you get to bed.”
“Mm.” Viktor smiled at him. “Thank you, Jayce. This has made the homesickness a little more bearable.”
“I’m glad. Good night, Viktor. I love you.”
“I’ll text you when I get up. I love you, too.”
They spent a precious moment just looking at one another before Viktor decided it would be too awkward to stay on the call. He closed the window and sat in the dark silence. His body was weighed down with exhaustion, but at least his heart felt a little lighter.