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The latch of a door unlocking sounds as Viktor steps into his apartment. He releases a heavy sigh, relief in the quiet and comfortable atmosphere washing over him as he makes his way towards the bedroom, cane clinking against the wooden floors.
Jayce follows inside, making sure to close and lock the main door. He scans the familiar environment littered with books and mugs and trinkets that immolate Viktor and breathes in deep. The scent of his partner mixed with that of old paper and coffee envelops him like a warm hug.
They've chosen to retire in Viktor’s apartment this evening, as they do most of the time for a place to go when they get the rare feeling to actually break from the lab for once, rather than Jayce's.
“A perk of being assistant to the Dean of the Academy,” Viktor had shrugged when Jayce first visited, noticing this place was a little larger than his own. Not to mention closer to the main campus and lab for ease of access. Though, the smaller man didn't specify whether that was because of his position or because he vouched for a closer location for when he experienced bad pain days or just in general. Jayce had frowned at that for several reasons. Did that mean none of the faculty, even Heimerdinger, took into account Viktor’s disability? That he had to request this particular accommodation? Would that mean Viktor could potentially lose this location if he fully gives up his role as Dean's Assistant and chooses to work independently with Jayce in the development of Hextech within the foreseeable future? Also, Viktor is experiencing more frequent bad pain days that he wanted such a place attached to the Academy? Is his health starting to get worse? It's hard for Jayce to imagine Viktor having to resort to exposing any kind of vulnerability to the head professor, and whoever else manages housing for the students, knowing full well that his partner despises being seen as weak or incapable. How difficult it was for Viktor to prove his mark among Piltover, to be appointed Heimerdinger’s personal assistant no less, just for the fellow Academy peers and general Piltovian population to still only see his cane and where he’s from. His false limitations.
Jayce tries not to feel guilty for roping Viktor into more of the public's attention since their breakthrough with Hextech. It wasn't as if he intended for it to happen, just a side effect, and they needed the funding. Viktor had already expressed his desire to be seen as more than an assistant and had shared in the same joy of that discovery, but Jayce can't help but feel a little at fault for Viktor’s increased exhaustion lately, always having to save face and withstand the judgemental stares and pitied glances of those around them. Would Heimerdinger really let Viktor be kicked out of this apartment if he fully signed on as Jayce's business partner? As equals? No longer an assistant, but losing the benefits of the establishment. What if–
“Jayce?”
He hears his name called from the adjoining room and realizes he's been standing in one spot this entire time, unmoved from the front door.
“Sorry,” Jayce rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck when he stands in the threshold of Viktor's bedroom. “I uh, got lost in my head there.” He chuckles weakly, attempting to downplay his anxious spiral.
Viktor analyzes him from where he's perched on the edge of his bed in just his dress shirt and pants; shoes, socks, vest, and tie already removed. Comfortable. How long was Jayce standing there?
Jayce's eyes briefly flick to Viktor’s hand, lightly massaging his right leg for relief. He doesn't make eye contact as he walks into the space and begins removing his own tie and vest, fingers uncooperative at first. He's standing on the other side of the bed, back turned towards the other man as he manages to shrug off the stiff garment and begins removing his shoes. It's quiet.
Viktor watches Jayce's slight fumbling and begins to piece together what might've wriggled its way into his brilliant mind. But he wants to give Jayce the chance to voice his feelings first.
“What is on your mind, Jayce?”
The larger man briefly slows his movements at the inquiry, before finishing tossing his socks away. He sighs and turns to face his partner, running a hand through his short dark hair.
Hazel eyes finally meet amber glowing gold in the low sunlight peeking through curtains. Sharp, but not unkind. Reading him in a way that makes it impossible to hide. But he never feels scared, or exposed, or even taken advantage of. He feels found in the calm, analytical gaze. Always so patient and understanding. So cool and collected while Jayce feels like a million bees are under his skin and bound to burst if he thinks anyone might see him as misguided, naive, or even worse, arrogant. One wrong move or interpretation of action and their research could be tainted alongside his already shaky start of a reputation. The boy “meddling with things he doesn't understand,” rash, quick to act, slow to think. Ready to end it all when that research was going to be destroyed, believing his life had no meaning without it. No one around him who fully believed in him. Even his dear mother doubted him. Everyone except the man he's worked alongside now for several months. Developing and figuring out ways in which to utilize such a development as Hextech. To bring it to the masses like he always wanted. Like they both dream. He and Viktor, sharing this vision. There's always the risk that nothing fruitful will come out of all their hard work. Just patron and Academy money wasted on a young boy’s fantasy...
He blinks back to the present when he feels a cold hand rest against his shaven cheek, those inquisitive eyes peering into his very being, the mind behind them even moreso. He inhales deeply and leans into the touch.
Viktor understands. Sees himself reflected in Jayce's worry and self-doubt creeping in. The tremendous pressure to make something of themselves. To prove that they are worthy just for the chance to try and bring about some good to the world that so desperately needs it when no one else will.
“I think we both need to de-stress, hm?” He whispers in the space between them, sitting up on his knees on the bed, to be more level with his partner. His other hand mirrors to cup Jayce's face, thumbs brushing back and forth over a 5-o-clock shadow. He cradles him like he's something precious. Like a star close to collapsing into a black hole from the immense gravity weighing upon it. Protecting an ember from the wind, ensuring the spark remains. Viktor could see Jayce was a sensitive soul the moment they met. So ready and willing to give his all to people that don't deserve him just for the chance to be heard, while he loses himself in the process. He hopes that'll never happen.
Jayce nods once and presses a kiss into Viktor’s palm, one of his own loosely wrapping around a slender wrist. His voice is small when it emerges, “please.”
Viktor searches his face for a moment, finding a man desperate for a break from reality in those sweet eyes. He can't help but feel the same.
“Come here.”
Jayce visibly sags and leans forward, Viktor gladly meets him halfway. They both sigh into the kiss, relishing in the way it makes them both present in the moment. Not worrying about the future, about Hextech, about Heimerdinger or the Council. Only them in their own bubble.
“Just us,” Viktor hums against pliant lips, we're in this together, always. He holds Jayce's face close. Not that the man would be going anywhere, soaking up the physical affection that he himself so freely gives out. His large hands find purchase on Viktor's waist as he pushes more into his space, desperation seeping through as he breathes heavily through his nose.
Viktor counters by pressing his crooked teeth into a plump bottom lip and pulling, making the other man let out a small noise from his throat. He takes the opportunity to invite his tongue in, and Jayce groans at the intrusion, reciprocating.
With a hum, Viktor’s hands glide down to Jayce's broad shoulders before sliding up the back of his neck and pulling. It doesn't take much for the other man to cave, letting his weight press forward. But before Viktor can be lovingly crushed, he spins them around, Jayce's back hitting the mattress instead as he falls onto him, not once breaking the kiss.
Jayce lets out an “oomph” against his partner’s thin lips as he collapses back, hands moving from Viktor's waist to caress a bony spine underneath soft fabric.
Viktor mimics the action, long fingers pulling Jayce's shirt untucked from his pants and moving up his sides, only to be stopped by the restrictive top. As much as Viktor loves Jayce seemingly always wearing a size too small, emphasizing his well-formed physique, it was also a minor inconvenience in times like these.
Reluctantly, Viktor breaks the kiss with a gasping breath, a string of saliva momentarily keeping them connected from the act of devouring each other deeply.
Jayce's pupils are blown and glossing over already, like he's beginning to fall into that gooey mindset, so pliant and eager to Viktor’s whim. Utter and complete trust etched across his features.
Viktor sits up onto large thighs, deft fingers unbuttoning his own shirt.
“Strip.” He directs simply.
Jayce's mind seems to catch up through the haze of lust filling his brain as he clumsily manages to undo his own shirt. They both toss their remaining clothing onto the floor, belts and trousers included, save for their underwear.
As soon as the main offending garments are gone, Viktor plasters himself back down, as if to mold himself a place into the warmth of Jayce's golden skin. It makes goosebumps ripple across his own as the intense body heat of his partner emanates through his cold exterior.
He slots himself between those strong thighs, feeling his partner’s erection growing against him. He can't help but roll his bony hips as he licks up from collarbone to jaw.
Jayce shudders with a whimper, fingers flexing on Viktor's back, dotted sparsely with moles and freckles, his own body instinctively responds and ruts up to meet where Viktor grinds down against him.
Viktor nips and pulls at an earlobe, panting into Jayce's eardrum as he continues the ministrations. Large hands fully envelop his small ass, encouraging and holding in place as they grind against each other in a growing frenzy.
Viktor can feel himself growing wet, patience beginning to snap in the throes of seeking relief in mounting pleasure, hands groping full pecs underneath him. Gods, he's needed this just as bad as Jayce.
“Jayce,” he tries.
The other man is huffing and mouthing at sharp collar bones and up the side of a pale neck. His now fully hard cock trapped in his boxer briefs as he mindlessly seeks contact by undulating hips.
Viktor swallows as he stops moving altogether, making Jayce let out a whine pressed into the underside of his jawline.
“Moje lásko.”
That seems to do the trick.
Jayce pauses and pulls back to meet Viktor’s equally flushed face.
Viktor presses a firm kiss to his lips and sighs, one hand reaching up to pet coiffed hair, breaking through the product holding it in place.
“Vik…” the voice strains.
“Shh,” he scratches his scalp, and Jayce's eyelids flutter.
They kiss slow and languid, tongues laving against each other, while Jayce struggles to hold still. Viktor feels up a plump pectoral, his right hand harshly grips at short strands, making Jayce tense and gasp, but his hips stay put.
“Mmm, good boy.” Viktor breathes across his partner's face, the corner of his mouth quirks up when he feels a full body shudder ripple below him in response to the praise. Jayce's mouth is parted, eyes full of desire as he gazes up into hungry molten gold. Always eagerly at his partners’ mercy.
“I am going to tell you what to do, hm? It's something we both need to get out of our system, I think.” Viktor's accent grows thicker with arousal.
Jayce blinks and nods, hands running up and down Viktor’s back as he waits for instruction. It wasn't long at all into their relationship that they've figured out a dynamic that gives them what they both crave. Viktor falls naturally into taking charge as a counter to how he feels looked down upon and almost powerless in this society, and in his body, needing a sense of control. Reluctant to ever give up a scrap of it. Meanwhile, Jayce wants someone to think for him, his very being oozing of service, to be recognized and praised. Worn down by responsibility and expectations. Their dynamic balances them in whatever roles they may decide to take depending on their moods, switching it up. They just click in every sense of their lives – Like puzzle pieces; compliments in their opposites. Where Jayce is broad and tall, Viktor is thin and of smaller stature. Where Viktor is soft spoken yet firm, Jayce is amicable and bendable. Where Jayce is warm and golden, Viktor is cool and pale. Sun and moon.
Viktor loosens his harsh grip on Jayce's hair and soothes his scalp in slow strokes, his free fingers gradually dancing across a wide chest and strong shoulders. The body under him molded by years of hammer work and blacksmithing, and yet, he's still soft and unassuming. Never wanting others to feel intimidated by him, always trying to make himself smaller. Wanting to belong. Yet another parallel striking Viktor as he gazes lovingly down at this impossible man. The longing to belong. He wants to take him apart. He wants to set him free. To not be bound by these statutory limitations Jayce has imposed upon himself to be liked. Viktor doesn't have the luxury of wanting to be liked. Far past caring about it when he knows most in Piltover, and even half of the Undercity, consider him a waste of resources. Intelligence and determination are the only things giving him a leg up in this world. Hell, even half of the Academy thought he was a pity hire and that there are others who would be much better suited to assist the Head of the Council than some crippled trencher. And Jayce, oh his sweet Jayce, cares too much. Heart always worn on his sleeve. Gods, he adores him.
He nuzzles into the crook of Jayce's neck. “Mm lásko, I am going to propose an idea to you.” He knows the man is weak for his native tongue.
Jayce clears his throat and manages a response now that they've simmered down a bit, “yeah?”
Viktor whispers lowly in his ear, wandering hand now lightly holding Jayce's throat, “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Until we both forget about our responsibilities, the Council, even our own names.”
He can feel his partner swallow thickly under his grasp, Adam's Apple bobbing.
Viktor pulls back, hand still wrapped in place as he makes direct eye contact. “You can do that for me, can you not?”
Jayce licks his lips tentatively, voice hoarse, “anything for you.”
Viktor smiles and Jayce melts.
He sits upright again, “now, be a dear and fetch my cane.”
Jayce follows his motion and sits up too, Viktor effectively in his lap. “Your…cane?”
He grinds his crotch down onto the larger man's cock, making Jayce's breath catch.
“Yes,” he simply responds as he slides off to the side, shuffling to lay back in the center of the bed, head resting on a pillow.
Jayce doesn't question the order, though his brain is trying to argue, always curious. Shut up. Just do what he says and stop overthinking it. That's the point of this.
He gets off the bed and rounds it to Viktor’s nightstand where the object in question is propped nearby. He hands it over silently.
Viktor doesn't take it.
He spreads his legs.
Jayce's brain short circuits for a moment as the pieces click together. “Uhm, how should I attach it?” He asks dumbly, shifting side to side on his bare feet, the very image concocting in his mind making what little blood was left in his brain rush southwards.
“Hmm,” Viktor's eyes are dark as he drinks in the figure of his partner, scanning from head to toe, lingering in a certain spot. Beauty and brains, how unfair. He scoffs inwardly.
“You're a big boy, no?” He continues. “Use that pretty head of yours. I know you will figure it out.” His hand drifts down his own body, finding its destination as he begins to massage himself through his briefs.
Jayce's ears are hot as he forces himself to rip his gaze away from the tantalizing image in front of him. He quickly scans over the room, mind running over possibilities and their potential success-failure rates. Then it hits him.
Viktor watches proudly as Jayce gathers the items, setting them across the comforter.
Cane, both of their ties, and lube.
“Oh, wait a second!” Jayce rushes out of the room, leaving Viktor to scrunch his brows in confusion as he continues lazily touching himself.
Not a minute later, he returns with a glass of water and sets it on the nightstand. He can't help but smile, pleased with his forethought.
A soft smile breaks across Viktor’s face as he sighs, fingers pressing harder against himself. “Very thoughtful, lásko.”
Jayce seems to beam under the praise before moving to kneel onto the bed and smoothly drapes himself over Viktor.
They indulge in more kissing, exploring each other's mouths greedily. Viktor’s now trapped hand breaks free and trails up a muscled back, the other cradling the back of Jayce's head.
Jayce balances on one arm as he caresses his hand down the side of Viktor’s ribs, calloused fingers catching in every gap between bone before sliding to a jutting hip bone. As his hand reaches Viktor’s thigh, the other man bends his legs up at the knee, feet flat on the covers. He takes the invitation and dips his hand between, taking the place of Viktor's own previously.
Viktor hums against Jayce's lips before he turns his head to begin kissing his neck. He rubs up and down Jayce's back and scratches supportively at the nape of his neck.
He lets out a small gasp, fingers reflexively grabbing tighter, when Jayce bites and sucks at the junction between neck and shoulder as he makes a point to stroke his enlarged clit with two fingers, gently pinching it through the damp fabric.
Viktor lets out a shaky breath as a purple mark blooms quickly, “I think it's time, yes?”
Jayce licks over the hickey before pulling back enough to meet Viktor’s eyes. A silent message travels between them.
He sits back fully on his knees, grabbing hold of Viktor's waistband and carefully pulls the underwear down and off his legs, paying extra attention to how he handles his bad leg.
If it was anyone else, Viktor would berate them for handling him like he could break – but Jayce isn't anyone. Not once has Jayce ever made Viktor feel weak or pitied. He could tell Jayce's intent was different from the beginning. Giving Viktor enough space and independence, yet still caring and heartfelt from a distance. Support there when he needed it, not when he assumed it was needed. When their relationship was established, it was hard at first for Viktor to believe someone would care so deeply and genuinely about him, walls high and impenetrable. Jayce simply sat on the other side of the barrier, small beams of light from his very presence shining through the cracks, until Viktor was able to carve a hole for him. A perfectly Jayce-sized doorway. No one else. He had come to realize Jayce treated him in such a way because he was valued deeply. And Viktor had also realized it was just a part of the man's nature. Jayce embodies love. Viktor has never felt so safe, and it terrifies him.
Once the briefs are tossed aside, Viktor beckons Jayce forward, reaching to grab behind padded thighs to keep him on his knees, as he shuffles up until he's over Viktor’s torso, legs on either side of him.
Again, if it was anyone else, Viktor would feel a little intimidated, flat against the bed, as a much larger man looms over. But this is Jayce. Viktor has never felt so powerful, having such a Hercules willingly obeying his commands. He would never dare jeopardize such innate trust.
He grabs Jayce's waistband, the man above him watching on with hooded eyes.
Viktor slides the underwear down bronze thighs.
Jayce shudders when his cock springs free, both from relief and cool air touching sensitive skin.
Viktor’s eyes darken impossibly more, hands sliding up the back of his thighs to grab at the mounds of his ass.
Chest visibly rising and falling with deep breaths, Jayce keeps his arms hung at his sides, letting his partner explore. Anything for you. And he means it. He would see Piltover burn for Viktor if he so wished. Maybe there is some truth to what others see in him. Under the soft exterior, there exists a darker side of his personality – rash, naive, arrogant. Amplified when it involves the ones he loves.
Anything for you, his brain repeats as Viktor slips a slender finger down his crack, finding pause as he reaches his taint. Jayce shivers.
Almost reverently, Viktor traces the neatly trimmed hair from his navel with his free hand, then traces around the base of his partner’s cock before taking hold.
Viktor zeros in, quickly licking a broad stripe up his own palm before regrasping, spit helping the slide be more comfortable as he strokes Jayce, slow and steady.
Jayce lets out a trembling breath, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. He watches on as a pale hand strokes him from base to tip, wrist twisting at the head on the upstroke. Everything Viktor does is deathly calculated, not just in his work.
He gasps, a small, surprised moan escaping him when Viktor presses intently on his perineum as he gives a particularly harsh tug. Jayce grips his own thighs for something to hold onto.
“Vik–”
Viktor watches like a predator, keeping his fingers pressed into the sensitive spot behind his balls as he begins to jerk him off in earnest.
Jayce's thighs shake, fingers digging into his own flesh, mouth parted and brows furrowed in bliss. He strains to hold still as small noises escape him.
His resolve cracks a little as he lets himself rock into the motions of Viktor's hand.
A smirk paints his partner’s lips. “There you are.”
“Vik…” He swallows thickly, “Viktor, please.” His voice cracks at the end.
Viktor watches as Jayce begins to unravel above him, coiffed hair no longer, as damp strands fall across his forehead. Eyes like a hawk, observing every minute twitch and reaction. Waiting.
Jayce thrusts into Viktor’s hand, effectively just fucking into his fist, no longer being stroked.
Viktor lightly cups Jayce's balls instead, as the quick movements throw off his hands' previous placement behind them.
Jayce's breath quickens and shallows, biting his lip with a whimper. Close. The edge right there.
“V– Vik… I–”
A hand squeezes at the base of his cock, another tightens behind, borderline painful, causing him to choke on a gasp and stop his thrusts. His body wracks with a shudder, breath heaving as he's abruptly halted on the precipice. “Meirda…”
“Did I say you can cum?”
Jayce tries to catch his breath as his eyes lock with the man's below him. He shakes his head slowly, letting go of his own thighs.
“Hm?”
“N-no.”
Viktor’s heated gaze catches as precum dribbles out of Jayce's slit, feeling the throb that produces it.
As it spills over the head, he lets go of his cock and balls altogether and drags a finger up the side, swiping through the false ejaculate.
He brings it to his lips but pauses. His sharp eyes flicker up to Jayce. He extends his arm.
Jayce slowly leans his head down to suck Viktor’s finger into his mouth. He moans as Viktor teasingly pumps his finger in and out, and swallows his own flavor down.
“Good boy,” Viktor breathes as he removes his now clean finger. His own self-control waning as Jayce keens at the praise.
“Now,” Viktor addresses, “I want you to prepare me to take you, and then you will use my cane to keep my legs spread as you fuck me.”
Jayce releases a shaky breath, “y-yes, yeah okay.”
He moves away from hovering over his partner and grabs the lube laying nearby. The lid pops and he pours just enough to coat three of his fingers, warming the liquid between them and his thumb.
The lighting in the room is dimmed as evening has settled in, twilight approaching. In the main area of the apartment, light softly pours in through the ajar doorway and into the bedroom. Enough light to work with, neither fully bright nor fully dark.
Jayce settles on his haunches between Viktor’s thin, long legs, hand hovering above moist heat. He flickers his eyes up to meet his partner’s for confirmation, and Viktor grants his permission, “go on.”
Viktor sighs deeply as calloused, yet warm and slick fingers meet where he most craves the touch. Jayce presses his three fingers through the wiry, dark hair, and finds the smooth flesh beneath. He takes some time to spread the clear liquid over Viktor’s folds before parting them and rubbing just inside.
Viktor releases a shuddery exhale when he’s spread open, Jayce’s fingers gathering more slick as he rubs around the sensitive area. He plants a kiss against a bony knee, left hand lightly grasping his partner’s right leg under the bend.
The other man can’t help the small noise that escapes his throat when Jayce’s large thumb rubs in repeated motions against his clit, his other three fingers insistent in their stroking inside his labia and over his fluttering hole. Teasing with small presses, but not entering.
Viktor’s toes flex and he squirms into the bed as Jayce sucks a hickey into the inside of his leg, right above his knee. In one combined motion, he gently nips the bruised skin and slowly inserts his index finger at the same time. Viktor gasps into a moan, head pressed back into the pillow.
“Alright?” Jayce asks on bated breath, keeping his finger still for Viktor to adjust, thumb loosely tracing circles over his small dick.
“Yes,” Viktor swallows, “you can continue.”
Jayce presses a peck onto the hickey as he steadily begins pumping his finger in and out for several moments. Viktor is quick to ask for another.
Once two fingers are settled inside of Viktor, Jayce trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down along the inside of a tensing thigh until he lowers himself to lay on his chest. He keeps his left hand supporting Viktor’s bad leg and presses his nose in the crease of where leg meets groin, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good,” he mumbles, fingers sliding in and out easily.
Viktor’s breath quickens, his skin jumping and raising goosebumps from Jayce’s breath ghosting over such a sensitive area. He groans once Jayce begins to stretch him open, fingers feeling large inside him already. Everything about that man was bigger than average. His fingers, his hands, his body, his cock, his brain, his heart… truly larger than life in every way.
Jayce moves up from his groin and instead works another hickey onto a sharp hip bone, fingers working earnestly to fit him.
“Ah… h-hah,” Viktor bites his lip in amusement, brows furrowing in mounting pleasure, “someone is eager to stake their claim, hm?” He lets out a shuddery breath, lips quirking at the thought, “not like you haven't already. My crutch, my leg brace…”
Instead of a verbal response, Jayce simply rumbles lowly into his skin, and thrusts all three fingers in without warning, the previous pace unfaltering.
A surprised and strained moan escapes Viktor as he clenches around the extra intrusion, head tossing to the side, messy hair beginning to dampen around his hairline.
“Yours,” comes Jayce’s gravelly voice, lips plump and glistening from all the attention he’s lavished onto his partner’s porcelain skin.
Viktor looks down at him with lidded eyes, panting. He reaches down to card slender fingers through Jayce’s short hair, “Mm, y-yes… my good boy. My Jay- ayce!”
Viktor’s voice pitches loud and high on the other’s name, as the man in question latches his mouth around Viktor’s swollen clit. His fingers tighten instinctively into Jayce’s hair and pull, body arching as he whimpers and moans. Three fingers now pushing in and out of him quickly, curling forwards, while his tongue and lips suck him off feverently.
“F-fuck!” Viktor chokes, left leg sliding against the blanket, right leg wanting to jump into action but is resisted by Jayce’s hold.
“Jay- … ah, Jayce,” He licks his lips, mouth parted as little noises escape every other breath.
Jayce hums, brows furrowed in concentration, and does not slow down. The lewd noises from lube, Viktor’s arousal, and Jayce’s saliva, combine with both of their heavy breaths in a cacophony of growing noise, in the otherwise silent apartment.
The larger man begins to undulate his hips into the mattress below him, cock rubbing into the blanket, undoubtedly leaving a wet spot as he is incredibly turned on by the sensations of pleasing his partner.
Viktor tries to gather his shaky breaths, tugging on Jayce’s hair from where his face is settled between his legs, arm moving back and forth underneath himself, humping the bed, locked in.
“L- lásko,” Viktor whines, body tensing.
He tries again, louder, “lásko…close… I- fuck.” He throws his head back down again with a groan, struggling to collect himself. “Not yet-” He emphasizes with a harsh pull at dark strands.
Jayce whines from the sting, and with a suction pop, pulls his face away from Viktor. His hand slows, but keeps a languid rolling motion inside him, his own hips halting.
Viktor’s chest heaves as he catches his breath, body sagging, staring at the ceiling. He lets go of Jayce’s scalp and pets him instead.
Jayce audibly swallows, panting breaths over Viktor’s sensitive erection, which twitches under the heat. “Sorry,” Jayce caresses Viktor’s leg, “got uh,” he clears his throat, “lost in the moment.”
Viktor hums and looks down at him with a small quirk of lips, lightly scratching at his scalp, “do not apologize for pleasing me.”
Jayce leans into the touch, eyes closing, as they take a moment to gather their bearings.
“I do think you have prepared me quite well to take you, yes?” He can feel he's grown tremendously wetter from the close orgasm.
Blown hazel eyes flutter up at the acknowledgment.
A gentle rasp, “come here.”
Jayce removes his fingers, causing Viktor to sigh, before the larger man climbs up his body and Viktor tugs him down into a hungry kiss. Jayce whimpers into the bruising press of lips, submissively letting Viktor’s tongue dominate his mouth as he melts into it.
Viktor retightens his grip on the back of Jayce’s hair and pulls him away before they could get too distracted, both of them gasping for air in the small space between.
“Now,” Viktor meets Jayce’s eyes with determination, “tie me up.”
There is no hesitation as Jayce sits back and begins wrapping their uniform ties on either side of the cane, measuring the right placements for each end by Viktor’s spread legs. He slots the object under where Viktor’s knees are bent and fastens the silk around both cane and leg, his dick jumping in excitement.
Viktor shivers at the sensation of such deft and skilled fingers brushing against his skin, as they work quickly and diligently to secure him to his own aid. His hole throbs, a small amount of slick trickling out, when he realizes he can’t move his legs properly.
Once completed, Jayce silently lubes up his own cock, stroking it with a shaky exhale, as he gets a good look at where his partner is exposed and waiting. So many thoughts run through his head; the urge to spit into and eat Viktor out, or to jerk off and paint over his gaping hole, or-
“Jayce.”
Their eyes lock.
“Do not hold back. I will tell you if something needs to change, or I need to stop.”
A spark of charged energy zaps between them.
“Fuck me like you mean it.”
That's all the permission Jayce needs to flow into action. He grips onto the cane between Viktor’s legs and eases it forward until his partner is practically folded in half, knees aligned outside of shoulders.
Viktor lets out a large breath, and Jayce meets his eyes to check in. Viktor nods his head shakily, feeling more exposed than ever. “I'm okay.”
Jayce leans forward between wide spread legs to press a kiss to his partner’s large nose, his other hand lining himself up. Viktor quickly grabs onto the back of Jayce’s head and yanks him down into a devouring kiss. The other man groans into it, moving his hand from the impromptu spreader bar, to place it beside Viktor’s head to steady himself. He glides the tip of his uncut dick through dusty pink folds.
“I got you,” Jayce speaks into Viktor’s mouth, who keens and nods sharply several times, both inhaling each other's air. Viktor is already feeling smothered in the best way as he's made smaller beneath his well-built lover. Not intimidated. Cherished. Kept. Safe.
He gasps on a breath as he feels Jayce begin to push in. Mouth parted in silence and brows furrowed as he wills himself to relax and accept the girthy intrusion.
Jayce takes it slow, his own brows knitted together as a whimper escapes him. His body wracks with a tremor as the wet, tight heat envelops him inch by inch.
Viktor is speared open as he gathers his shaky breaths once Jayce is fully seated inside him. Both take a moment to adjust. Jayce shifts down onto his forearms outside of Viktor's legs, on either side of the pillow, chin level with the top of Viktor's head. His own body weight presses against the cane over Viktor’s chest.
Jayce presses his lips into ruffled hair, “so tight,” he strains.
Viktor huffs from where he's practically squished beneath his partner, not sure where to put his hands. “You're not exactly small, lásko.” He settles for reaching up to wrap his lean arms around Jayce's warm neck, though he can't quite see the other's face, a column of throat, collarbones, and strong chest in his eye-line. He can just glance down and see where he feels the cane’s solid surface pressing into him, and beyond that, where they’re flush together. Though the angle is a little uncomfortable, it doesn't hurt. The cane squeezed between their bodies not digging into him, as some of Jayce's weight is distributed onto his forearms, biceps flexing. Viktor sighs deeply and tilts his head up to press a kiss onto a collarbone in appreciation, his partner is always so caring and considerate.
He feels Jayce throb inside him and can't help but clench in reflex. His partner buries his nose into Viktor’s hair deeper with a whine.
“Always so good for me,” Viktor commends. He swallows to gather some resolve, as he knows his partner is sinking into his headspace, and takes charge. “But I am giving you permission now to move.” He moves his arms under Jayce’s armpits, the bar in the way to wrap around his middle.
“Let go, lásko. Make us both forget about our responsibilities for a while. No more Council. No more fundraisers. No more pressure to perform. They cannot have the Man of Progress, for he is mine. He does not need to keep a perfect mask, for he is most beautiful when unraveled. And only I have the privilege of knowing the true Jayce Talis. So kind, so generous, so strong, so full of love. Not perfect, but good.”
Jayce is trembling now, undoubtedly leaking inside Viktor, hands fisting the pillow.
“You do not need to perform for me. Just be. I have you,” Viktor's own voice is wavering, heels close to the backs of broad shoulders.
“Mi vida,” Jayce's voice is wrecked, hips shifting slightly in dissolving restraint.
“Yes, lásko, I know. You won't hurt me. Let go.”
The wire snaps.
Jayce pulls out most of the way before snapping his hips forward with a growl. The air is knocked out of Viktor's lungs briefly. He would've slid up the bed if not for Jayce's weight bearing down, keeping him in place.
“Kurva!” Viktor’s voice cracks, arms tightening around his partner. “Y-yes, fuck me so I see stars, Jayce.”
“Anything for y-you,” Jayce sets a fast and hard rhythm. Skin slapping against skin echoes as his hips pound against Viktor’s ass and thighs.
Viktor can barely catch his breath, a litany of “unh, unh, unh,” being forced out of his throat.
Jayce loses himself in the motions, panting and grunting and whining, the bed squeaks below them, headboard occasionally hitting the wall, to join in the chorus of desperate pleasure pouring out into the room.
“Go- g-... f-fu-fuck!” Viktor tries to praise, but strangled moans escape instead. “J-Jayce… mmph, mm- ah, ah, yes!” He can already feel the soreness creeping in his lower back, and knows his ass is going to be tender from the repeated impacts. His feet dangle helplessly back and forth.
His hips are like a piston as Jayce chokes out, “V- Vik, Vik, V,” over and over, almost swallowed up by wet slaps and strained moans and heaving breaths.
Viktor can feel the sticky sweat between their bodies as some drips from Jayce onto his own face below. Some of the salt falls onto his tongue as his mouth is kept open in perpetual pleasure.
The pace does not slow as Jayce begins to gasp and whimper, unconsciously pressing even more of his weight down as sensation takes over his brain function.
The cane digs into Viktor’s sternum, but there is no way in hell he is stopping this right now. “G-good boy,” he gasps. “Nngg, ah- ah, ah, f-” his eyes roll back as tears gather. The harsh slaps of Jayce's hips also hit his small cock repeatedly. Viktor’s body tries to thrash and squirm, but can't. His moans strain higher and higher, voice crackling. Then it hits him like a wave, arching and writhing in stunned silence as he orgasms. A weak cry escapes him at the tail end of the crest.
Jayce lets out a broken noise as he feels Viktor clench down hard around him and flutter through his release. He does not slow down as the precipice approaches.
Viktor can't help the tears spilling over as he's still rammed into, oversensitive. He's shaking as he manages a choked, “c-cum for me.”
And he does.
Jayce groans long and low into sweat soaked brown hair. His hips stutter, landing a few solid thrusts into his partner as he releases inside him. Viktor whines and tenses as he feels the ropes of cum filling him up. Jayce whimpers as he gives a few aborted thrusts until he's drained dry, scrunching Viktor in impossibly closer.
Jayce stays pressed tight against him as they both heave in lungfuls of air and shake from their highs.
After a moment, Jayce pushes himself back up properly on his forearms, relinquishing the extra weight off of the smaller man. His cock slips free with a light squelch as he gradually softens and Viktor full-body shivers at the sensation of some air and extra liquid gushing from him and down his crack, onto the comforter beneath.
They're both still panting and trembling slightly once Jayce peels himself away. His hands are a little shaky as he immediately begins untying Viktor from his cane, setting it aside. Viktor is boneless as his legs are freed, Jayce gently holding them and laying them down. Viktor can't help the wince as his legs and lower back are stretched back to normal.
Jayce's large hands run ample pressure up and down his quivering legs, massaging knee, thigh, and hips. His partner lets out small groans and sighs, face still pinched in slight pain.
“Was that too much?” Jayce's hoarse voice is the first to break the afterglow silence. Viktor peers down at him and notices his concerned expression as he diligently loosens lean muscles under forging hands.
“Jayce,” Viktor is surprised at his own voice as it rasps gently.
His partner looks up to meet his eyes, so much like an anxious puppy.
“I wanted you to make me see stars, and you succeeded,” Viktor reassures, “that is all that matters.”
Jayce pauses, hands splayed over thin hips, and nods shyly. He looks down to where a large wet spot is forming on the bed between Viktor’s legs. He can see his own release still trickling out and bites his lip.
“Can you hand me the water, please?”
He jumps to attention and grabs the glass from the nightstand as Viktor shuffles to sit up a little. He hands it over and Viktor takes it with a small, “thank you,” before gulping down half the glass. Jayce takes a large sip himself once Viktor is done and sets it back down.
Viktor runs his hand through his messy hair with a sigh, “well, we should clean up before we get too comfortable, I think.”
Jayce glances back down and Viktor catches where his attention is drawn.
There’s a pause as the intention is read clearly, and Viktor shuffles back into a more comfortable position. That’s all the hint Jayce needs as he plasters himself to the bed and dives in.
Viktor gasps and his body jerks, hands clenching into the blanket, as Jayce buries his face into his fucked open cunt.
The wet noises are obscene as Jayce’s tongue traces through folds, lapping up a cocktail of cum, slick, and leftover lube. He burrows in, nose pressed right above Viktor’s twitching dick, as his tongue explores inside, face pressed into sticky skin and hair.
Viktor begins uncontrollably writhing in the sheets, oversensitive, whines and gasps escaping between mutters of “f-fuck… shit, ah.”
Jayce groans long and deep, eyes rolling, as his senses are overloaded with Viktor. The essence of his partner. He tightly grips onto the narrow waist, tan arms underneath trembling thighs.
The smaller man’s toes clench and unclench, squirming as more sweat breaks out over his body as the pressure slowly builds again. A combination of too much sensitivity and pleasure blooming and twisting.
“I- I don’t-” Viktor gasps out, throwing his head back into the pillow with a pitiful groan.
There’s a hum from between his legs, “another for me, baby. You can do it,” Jayce breathes hotly over reddened flesh, licking his lips. As soon as he takes a breath, he begins again, brows set in determination.
A pitched cry is pulled from Viktor’s throat as Jayce uses his tongue and nose to dig through folds and rub along the underside of his clit in a vertical back and forth motion.
A foot thumps into Jayce’s side and his partner subconsciously slides up a little. Jayce grips even harder and pulls Viktor onto his face, making his partner gasp and choke on a breath.
Viktor can’t stop his right leg from twitching, face perpetually scrunched in pleasure and body tense, as broken moans and gasps tear out of him.
Jayce doubles-down feverishly, ignoring the ache in his jaw in favor of bringing his partner to a final release. He uses the grip on slender hips to rock Viktor back and forth in time with his mouth working over him.
“J-Jayce…ah!” Viktor’s entire body trembles as he nears the precipice, tears pricking at his eyes, losing control of his body.
“Shitshitshitshitshitshit!” Viktor pants out, voice strained and cracked, hands hitting the mattress. He quickly raises his head to look down at Jayce sucking and licking at him like a man starved.
His eyes widened, brows furrowed, neck and chest flushed. “J-Jay… Fuck!” His breathing quickens, breathless whines growing in intensity, until finally, he tosses his head back down as he arches off the bed in a silent cry. His hips are kept in place by strong hands as his legs jump and convulse, the orgasm crashing through him.
Jayce eases him through it and slows down, stopping to give a small suckle to Viktor’s sore clit, which makes the other thrash one more time, before pulling away. He loosens his grip and presses a kiss to the soft, burning skin he was just buried into.
Viktor heaves, arm thrown over his face as he comes down from the climax. His body gradually relaxes and sinks into the bed.
Jayce rubs his hands up and down his partner’s expanding sides, head resting on the inside of a shaky thigh, patiently waiting for his lover to come back down to earth.
He presses feather light kisses into the damp skin, making Viktor shiver. “Mmnh…”
After a moment hanging in the warm air, Viktor removes his arm from his face and glances down. He’s met with dreamy, love drunk eyes.
“Kurva, you’re insatiable,” Viktor croaks, voice ruined and hair plastered to his forehead.
Jayce huffs amusement as he finally sits up, “well, you’re hard to resist.” He spies where bruises are starting to form in the shape of his hands on pale-pink skin.
Viktor rolls his eyes, “now I really need to clean up.”
Jayce blinks, “I thought-”
He’s met with a deadpan stare, “Jayce. I am now even more sweaty and gross. I was not expecting to come again.”
There’s a pause. “But it was worth it, right?”
Viktor cracks a crooked smile, “yes, lásko. I suppose so.”
Jayce beams, invisible tail wagging, before sliding off the bed to drink some more water. He hands the glass to his partner.
Pushing himself into an upright sitting position, Viktor’s arms wobble, and he shakes his head at the offer. But Jayce doesn’t relent, and keeps it in front of his face.
Viktor is met with serious eyes, so he sighs and takes the glass from him.
“I’m gonna go run a bath,” Jayce supplies before turning to the ensuite and doing just that. When he returns, Viktor is right where he left him, slightly hunched over, holding the now empty cup on the bed between his legs, head heavy.
Jayce can’t help the fond smile that engulfs his face. He gently plucks the glass out of a loose grip and sets it back onto the nightstand. Viktor blinks out of his stupor.
His partner stands at the bedside, arm outstretched with a patient smile. “C’mon. We gotta clean up, remember? You’ll feel much better once we do. And then you can pass out.”
Viktor eyes him critically, “how are you so…” he clears his throat, “okay?”
Jayce laughs at that, “my jaw is killing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand here.”
Viktor sighs, shuffling to the side of the bed, but as he tries to push himself up and reach for his cane, the weakness in his limbs prevents him.
“Vik…”
Viktor takes a deep, dramatic sigh, “fine.” He raises an arm in stubborn defeat.
Jayce carefully scoops his partner up bridal style, Viktor’s arms wrapping behind his neck.
“I thought you said you couldn’t stand much longer?” Viktor inquires as Jayce steps towards the bathroom.
The larger man’s knees buckle briefly, but manages to catch himself. They both startle at the sudden action.
Viktor grapples at equally sweaty skin and looks at him incredulously, “Jayce Talis. You better not drop me.”
He feels the warmth of Jayce's responding laugh settle into his core, the other's chest reverberating against him. Viktor lays his head against his partner’s shoulder and can't help but smile.