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Viktor heard the door open and Jayce’s footsteps entering the lab wordlessly. He couldn’t help the flair of annoyance- he’d already told Jayce that he was in a flow state and didn’t want interruptions.
Yes, it was true that since then all his flow had been disrupted by this broken circuit board and these stupid schematics that didn’t add up. Some piece was missing or labeled incorrectly, but for the life of him he couldn’t find it, even after going over it twice already. But that just made it more irritating that Jayce would enter the lab, right when he needed to focus the hardest.
He spoke without looking up from the papers sprawled in front of him.
“I told you I needed to focus.”
He could feel Jayce, more than hear him, approach from behind.
“You seemed stressed,” one of Jayce’s hands covered a shoulder, the other hand trying and failing to pull his gaze away from the desk by the chin before giving up and kissing his temple, his lips warm and far too distracting on his skin, “thought I would offer you a break and we could eat some BLT’s.”
Viktor wasn’t having it.
“As temping as that is, if I stop looking at this puzzle now, I’ll have to start at the beginning later.”
He was mildly aware of some noise as Jayce moved about the room but he kept following the schematic with his eyes and fingers, one hand tracing along the lines of the page, the other pointing to the relative piece on the board and testing it with his multimeter. No lines were broken, no points desoldered. One of these components was wrong.
He was shocked out of his train of thought by Jayce’s hands caressing the length of his legs from under the desk. His hands froze where they were tracing his progress while Jayce’s palms pushed against his thighs, wordlessly undid his fly, and pulled out his soft member.
He knew that he was much smaller when not turned on- a fact that he got some teasing about in locker rooms growing up. At least, for the short amount of time he was in high school post-puberty. But Jayce didn’t say anything, or even slow down before surrounding it with his mouth, the heat and wetness pulling a startled huff from his own lips.
Viktor did his best to appear unaffected.
“Must you do this right now?”
He let his gaze fall down to the beautiful man between his legs, who looked up at him with the biggest dopiest eyes he could muster- the kind that stabbed him through the heart and made him melt enough to let Jayce get away with anything.
Mouth full, the best he could offer was a stubborn but amusing, “mm-hm.”
Well. There was no point arguing then.
He let out a defeated sigh. “Very well.”
Viktor admitted to himself that he had been very focused on his work lately and perhaps he had not been as attentive of a partner as he should have.
He set down the test leads in his left hand and let it fall to play with Jayce’s hair, but his hand was batted away, and Viktor was shocked to see a playful scowl as Jayce pulled off him, the cold air of the room shocking after the heat of his mouth.
“You have work to do. Focus on that, let me take care of you.”
Ah. Pure non-selfish affection. Butterflies fluttered around Viktor’s stomach.
He nodded, more to himself than to Jayce, and resolved to try and focus on this stupid schematic and not the way that Jayce fitted his large hands around his waist, unwittingly pointing out just how large they were by comparison. Not the way that his tongue twitched as he adjusted slightly. Not the way that he took his soft member so fully in his mouth that his nose brushed up against his dark and curlies and his breath tickled against his sensitive skin.
If he could actually detach his mind from the warm presence beneath him, he could run some numbers. A complex maze of simple algebra, each piece with its own rules. It really shouldn’t be this difficult to find which piece is broken.
He continued working, his mind (which was previously becoming numb to the numbers) now working overtime to try and make it make sense. He could focus on this.
And for a little while, he could. He made progress through the schematic, ticking off the boxes of his checklist, making notes on the page in his notebook. He pulled apart the math of each component in his mind, using the set values and multimeter tests to cancel out all components working properly.
He made progress until Jayce, unable to help himself, swallowed.
The muscles of Jayce’s mouth clenched lightly around him, and his mind went blank for a moment, his breath shuddering as it was pulled from him.
He let his eyes slip shut and tried to pull himself together, tried to keep his hips from pushing deeper into the tight wet heat that Jayce was giving him and instead bring his focus back to the problem in front of him.
He could tell he was getting bigger by the way the head of cock nudged the back of Jayce’s throat and the way his lips felt a little tighter around his girth.
He could ignore that, right? The way that felt?
Yeah. Yes. Of course he could.
Never mind the fact that since all of his blood was rushing south, he was now too large to fit entirely in Jayce’s mouth, forcing the man below him to adjust and pull his tongue back along his length, leaving a trail of slick spit along the base of his shaft that cooled quickly in the open air, sending a shiver down his spine.
His resolve to focus came back slowly but miraculously, assisted by Jayce’s thumb soothing over his hip, grounding him to earth.
Power supply, diodes, stepper motor…
Jayce was trying hard to stay still, but Viktor could feel his breath getting a little ragged against his skin.
… resistors, integrated circuit chip, capacitor…
Capacitor.
It’s the wrong capacitor.
The capacitor isn’t strong enough.
He threw the multimeter off to the side, mission accomplished as well as it needed to be to get down to what he would really prefer to focus on.
He grabbed Jayce’s hair with one hand, the other cradling his strong jaw for a moment to let Jayce know what was coming. Looking down at his big hazel puppy dog eyes, practically begging Viktor to take what he wanted from his mouth already stretched around his length.
Oh, his jaw will probably be so sore later.
The thought only spurred him on.
He pulled Jayce’s toward him slowly, pushing deep into Jayce’s throat, his careful breathing tickling Viktor’s pubes until it stopped, his cock cutting off Jayce’s air supply.
Gods it felt amazing.
Jayce’s throat fluttered, a warning that he would gag in half a second, and Viktor relished the sensation before pulling out Nd then slamming back in 3, 4, 5 times before he gave Jayce a break.
He pulled back just enough that just his tip was inside of the wet, hot heat of his partner’s mouth, and he afforded himself a moment to really appreciate Jayce’s good looks.
One hand still tightly holding Jayce’s hair , he let the other drift downward, outlining the features of his beautiful face. Wiping a tear away from his already watery eyes.
Caressing his eyebrow, his cheekbone, his strong jaw, his cheeks stretched taught around his girth. Cheeks that could probably be stretched further.
He took his thumb and pushed it into Jace‘s mouth alongside his length.
The reaction was immediate- Jayce’s pupils dilated, eyes rolled back, and he tried to swallow. Oh that’s cute. And the soft pressure around his tip was enough to pull a moan from Viktor that he stifled back, hips threatening to push forward again but no he had a plan goddamnit.
He wanted to feel Jayce’s teeth.
Without removing the man beneath him from his cock he pushed his thumb in further, tracing along the sharp side of his teeth with the pad of his thumb. Canine, premolar, ah- molar.
Viktor curled his other fingers below Jayce’s jaw and tightened his grip, holding Jayce’s jawbone tight. He whimpered a delightful little sound, letting Victor drag him forward at a slow and almost cruel pace.
Victor knew it was a choice. He knew that Jayce‘s strength largely outweighed his and that at any point, Jace could overpower him. But he wouldn’t. He would sit there all beautiful and teary eyed, and he would let Victor pull him onto the length of his cock as slow as he wanted. He would let Viktor feel inch after inch sink in, he would sit pretty and still while his throat spasmed around the intrusion, he would forgo breathing if it meant pleasing his partner.
The display of this truth made Viktor’s head spin.
More tears pricked at the corners of Jayce’s eyes, who looked up at him with blown out unfocused pupils and lids half drooping in a blissed out gaze. Eyebrows knitted together with the effort of taking him.
How lovely. How submissive. Heat coiled tight low in his stomach and he felt the fire of possession in his veins. And he used his free hand to card through his hair and pet the side of his face.
“Oh, Jayce, you are so good to me,” he lifted a leg, resting his socked foot on Jayce’s thigh for a moment before Jayce shifted his legs to press it against the hard cock in his pants.
“My precious Jace.”
He felt the push of Jayce’s cock against the bottom of his foot, rocking his hips to grind against him, building into a steady rhythm.
“So good to me and so beautiful and so mine.”
He punctuated the sentiment by pulling Jayce onto himself again by the scruff of his neck, letting his hips finally move to buck up into Jayce’s throat, relishing the feeling of the head of his cock sliding past Jayce’s tongue.
“You’re such a good boy, Jayce”
He was getting closer, losing his composure, thrusting harder and getting lost in the wetness, the tightness, the delicious heat of Jayce.
“Such a g-good boy for me. G- good puppy.”
Jayce’s pace against the sole of his foot stuttered, his eyes rolled back and his mouth went slack, and Viktor felt wetness seep through Jayce’s pants and onto his sock.
He took the moment of Jayce’s bliss to pump as hard and deep into his throat as he could, pushing himself over the edge and into ecstasy as he came down Jayce’s throat.
After a moment of holding him close, Viktor finally pulled Jayce off him and leaned down, kissing his forehead while taking stock of his partner’s well-being.
Jayce was panting, occasionally coughing to clear his throat. He was still blushed out, a pink hue across his cheeks and down his neck. He still had the look on his face that he had before, eyes half lidded with an expression between bliss and an exhaustion.
Viktor could only assume he had a similar expression painted across his own face- until the cum on his sock started to cool down. He needed to change.
“A BLT sounds nice.”