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The idea is put on the table, as with all their ideas, to be tested.

They are in bed; Viktor is already awake, drinking his morning tea, even more relaxed on a Saturday morning since, fortunately, they aren't needed anywhere on weekends.

Things have been quieter in the lab these past few weeks, with their latest project in the approval and production stage. It has helped Viktor a lot, allowing him to rest better on the weekends and reducing the flare-ups of pain in recent days, leaving just the usual and inconvenient, but manageable, aches.

Their half–relaxed, half–occupied new schedule leaves them enough time to responsibly indulge their hobbies. Responsible, it is, since it was always difficult to resist.

Even on the busiest days, they still spent part of their time playing video games, reading manga, or watching the latest movies, trying to procrastinate before upcoming meetings they considered... particularly unnecessary. Or, as Viktor likes to call them: pointless wastes of time. They preferred to stay in their home, wrapping themselves in each other's presence, surrounded by anime figures, stacks of academic books, and merchandise from their favorite series.

Home.

Jayce usually wakes up at the same time as Viktor, groggily accepting the cup of tea that his beloved boyfriend made for him.

Every day, Viktor made two cups just the way he liked his tea, which, according to everyone, was too sweet. Surprisingly, Jayce quickly grew accustomed to the almost cloying sweetness of the drink after spending too many mornings with Viktor.

At first, it was a drink they shared after sleepless nights, to calm their anxieties during busy weeks in their early years of partnership. Then it became a mindless tradition when they moved in together, not yet dating, but seeing the benefits of having a roommate. With just a bit more time, it became an even sweeter habit as their cohabitation began to include morning kisses and snuggling together.

Today, Jayce is sleeping peacefully; his partner is sitting next to him and watching silently, admiring his sleeping face. His brow is slightly furrowed, probably dreaming of work again, Viktor thinks. Jayce huffs in his sleep, and Viktor reaches a hand out to pet his hair in delicate strokes, and slowly the crease between his brows disappears. He looked tired.

He had come back late the night before from a last-minute meeting with Heimerdinger, when Viktor was already asleep. Muffled hustling coming from the living room made him lift his head drowsily from the bed to greet him, head immediately flopping back onto the pillow after hearing a gentle ‘Sorry for the noise, you can go back to sleep.’

Now Jayce lies in bed after what probably was a long and tiring meeting, looking peaceful and soft. Alluring too. Dressed as he always does after draining meetings or big gatherings, only in briefs and one of his oversized J-pop band shirts. Lightly dressed to finally relax in his sleep.

Viktor, for his part, is using his favourite pajama set, gifted by Jayce just five months ago, and the same week they started dating. Knowing Viktor feels most comfortable being fully clothed when sleeping, as his body is always running cold, Jayce wanted to make him a present he would enjoy in the comfort of their shared home. The loose-fitting pants and equally loose-fitting shirt, made of breathable, thin fabric, wrap around him like a fresh blanket on chilly mornings, making his sleep considerably more enjoyable, especially when he gets to experience waking up in the company of his favourite person in the world.

Jayce shifts slightly, pulling Viktor out of his thoughts. Spurring him to follow the shape of his long legs with his eyes as he turns onto his stomach, and his shirt slides with the motion, revealing more skin at his sides.

Jayce cuddles the pillow now lying underneath his chest, hugging it as he buries his body in the comfort of the sheets. Viktor’s eyes trace the movement, landing on the crease of his soft thighs meeting his ass, his eyes widening slightly as red panties come into view, bright against his honey and cinnamon skin.

Viktor doesn’t think twice, and he's already caressing and grabbing the enticing skin, sliding the hand not holding his cup to touch his partner´s ass through the briefs, chuckling at the little surprise. Then he lets out a small gasp when he feels higher up the fabric and finds something… fluffy.

A little pompom attached to the garment, white and soft. Like a bunny tail.

“How interesting,” Viktor murmurs, amused.

A soft hum came from Jayce at that moment. Viktor stopped his movements, gaze flicking to Jayce's face, only to see it already fixed on him, looking over his shoulder with barely open eyes and a teasing smile.

“So you already got your hands on it," He mutters.

“Hmm, it seems like it.” Viktor says, mimicking the teasing approach.

He hurries to reposition himself carefully, turning to put his teacup on the nightstand so he can lie down next to Jayce. Then, to retrieve a pillow from behind him, he bends his back at such an awkward angle that a sharp pain shoots through his lower back, eliciting a squeaky yelp from his lungs, immediately flopping next to Jayce and landing with a thud.

"Ay," Jayce greets him with a startled laugh. “Are you okay?”

“Ugh, yes. Probably shouldn't have done that,” he says between pained giggles.

He takes a breath, relaxing a bit, then scoots closer, and Jayce opens his arms to make room for him. They stay like that, facing each other. Viktor is on his right side, shifting a bit so as not to put too much pressure on his bad leg.

“Now, would you like to explain yourself? Viktor asks, looking up at his partner and draping his arms around his waist. If he were to snuggle up into Jayce’s body, he would fit perfectly tucked under his chin.

“What do you mean?” He teases while rubbing circles along Viktor's back, pressing him closer to his body.

Then Viktor slides his hands down, maintaining eye contact as his fingers brush the soft cotton ball. One hand lightly tugging at it while the other ventures further, running his fingers to the side where the strap of Jayce´s underwear lies on his flank,
against the curve of his hip and stomach. He grazes his hand under the cloth and abruptly tugs it up. To test the stretch, no other reason.

“Ah!” Jayce whimpers, face flushing at the feeling of his panties stretching and cupping his dick tight. Before he can say anything else, he feels the hot press of Viktor's lips on his own, and he doesn't waste a second in kissing him back.

“Is this one of your, eh, fanboy kinks?” Viktor chuckles as he trails kisses along Jayce's neck. “Want to be my bunnyboy?”

“You love calling my kinks that,” Jayce protests. The corner of his mouth lifts in a knowing smirk. “Even when your kinks involve making me take a tentacle dick.”

“Err, what can I say.”

They tend to banter about who is more perverted between the two, knowing fully well that it is a lost battle for the two of them. They haven’t had time to try that many things in these few months of dating, but from the start, they would discuss everything that came to mind… or dick. The moment they started dating was like the inevitable detonation of a years-long ticking bomb.

They knew each other too well, loved each other far too long, and imagined all kinds of kinky scenarios way too often. Thus, ever since they started their relationship and had their first time together: ‘Have you thought about petplay?’ Jayce would bashfully say on a normal Tuesday as they worked on a prototype. ‘Jayce, what opinion do you have regarding fucking machines?’ Viktor would mention conversationally —yet, flushing to his ears— the next week. It came easy to voice their ideas, whatever the topic was.

“You even customized it to look like it belonged to the villain of your favorite RPG.” Jayce continues. Laughing good-naturedly.

“You liked it as much as I did, and you love Land of Legends.” Viktor languidly pressed his tongue flat on Jayce´s neck right under his jaw, moving to place open-mouthed kisses behind his ear. Their heads nestled into the pillows.

“I did like it,” he sighs with a pleased smile on his lips and begins to move slowly, grinding his hips against Viktor´s. “I thought I made that clear to you that night, you made me beg for ‘deeper’ at least 5 times.”

When that particular idea got brought up, it was still early in their kink-sharing journey, and the idea was presented by Viktor after thoroughly considering it. He was still pretty embarrassed about it, getting off to the thought of his boyfriend taking a monster dick? mortifying, but he gathered the courage because he thought Jayce would enjoy it too.

The main villain in Land of Legends, “The Herald", was Jayce’s favourite character; the eldritch qualities of his body, his intelligence, and 'he talks mean just like you. All of him reminds me of you’, Jayce had said far too many times. Safe to say, Jayce got thoroughly corrupted by the monsterfucking kink.

“Hmm, I remember.” Viktor says with satisfaction.

“Though, I have to say.” Jayce begins, a bit hesitant. “You are kinda right about the panties.”

Viktor stills a moment to look at Jayce with a knowing smile on his face. Jayce starts absentmindedly touching his own neck, feeling shy.

“I was reading this erotic bl manga and got the idea… The two main characters tried out a panty kink,” Viktor hums in acknowledgment while drawing lines on Jayce's legs. The following silence a sign for Jayce to keep talking.

“So, uhm, one of them put on a skirt and panties and the boyfriend wanted to fuck him in the outfit, so they started with foreplay…” Viktor ghosts his fingers along Jayce's throat with the hand that's not stroking his thigh. “And ah–as things escalated, he started grinding against his ass, dick sliding over the panties, hole already slicked and prepped.”

Viktor trails his fingers along the skin. Drowning his senses in Jayce's warmth.

“Were you touching yourself while reading? You probably couldn´t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” Viktor purrs.

Jayce nods, squirming beautifully at the memory. He keeps grinding his hips, movement turned lazy, desperate for touch since Viktor keeps stroking him everywhere except where he really needs him.

“Tell me more.”

“It was so hot, V. I couldn´t help it. The guy in the panties reached out to unbutton his skirt and put his underwear aside, but the boyfriend was so desperate, humping him. He started praising him and whispering about how he didn't want the outfit to go to waste, asking him to leave the skirt, even the panties on, to–ah–” Viktor feels his dick twitch as Jayce moves his hips in a rough motion. “To fuck him through them.”

Viktor shudders at the words, now understanding what all of this is about. He moves to slide his left thigh between Jayce's, and Jayce responds by closing his legs around it, understanding what Viktor wants to say with the gesture, ‘keep talking’.

“Ah, I imagined you whispering those things to me,” Jayce sighs, almost melting at the memory. “How much you want to ruin me, my clothes… Ravaging me in them, through them. I came so hard at that thought.”

“It certainly sounds like something I would love to do to you,” Viktor adds while petting Jayce´s side, sensually trailing his fingers down, down, down. “Now, why the bunny tail?” He asks with a sweet smile. “Not that I'm complaining. Quite the opposite actually, I have to say I always pictured you in a slutty bunny suit.”

Jayce tries and fails to not get dizzy at the concept. They're definitely trying that in the future. He can get in a bunny suit and Viktor can put on some wolf ears or–oh! fox ears would be perfect, he's so handsome, so smart and endearingly cute, sharp angles totally suiting the fox persona. He needs Viktor in fox ears biting into his neck, fucking him into submission, filling him up.

Jayce always liked the idea of dressing as a bunny for Viktor, not really as a pet and more like… prey. He wanted to be dominated and cherished like he was delicate, even if he isn't really cute, he wanted the illusion of being small and desired like that.

“I just wanted to be good for you. I wanted to be helpless and pliant for you. I thought it would be hot, and the manga did have that element of dressing up, thus, the bunny underwear.” He keeps bucking his hips. Sighing at the heat that pools in his chest.

“I keep wondering how I got so lucky to have you. You feel tailor-made for me,” he says. “Keep telling me about it, I want to know. Did you come just once? I know how much of a desperate thing you are.” Viktor sounds delirious; he's panting into Jayce's ear with seemingly not enough restraint.

Jayce looks blissed out already, happy that his partner seems to be into this as much as he is, squirming as he continues to explain his fantasy. “When they got to the actual fucking I couldn´t stop fingering myself, I got hard again imagining the feeling of my panties stretching inside and you pounding me into the bed. I spent all week thinking about it, and I couldn´t wait any longer, so I thought: Why not dress up so my boyfriend can fuck me as soon as possible?” He finishes with a playful smile.

“Such a smart boy, you knew I would get curious and prompt you to talk, hmm?” His hand finally touches Jayce´s dick, already leaking into his underwear. Then he starts palming it in encouragement.

“I ngh– actually didn't anticipate sleeping in like this. I was going to bring it up as soon as you woke up, which technically still worked out.” He laughs with that delighted smile Viktor loves so much, tooth gap subtly peeking out.

“And how did you plan on bringing it up?”

“Mm, I thought about seducing you with kisses and presenting, so I could surprise you. The best position to show the tail.”

Viktor pictures the sight while stroking Jayce's dick. He would have loved to see it. He quickly decides he can.

“Then be good for me, will you?”

“How do you want me…?”

“Mmm, we should probably get you clean and prepped first. Get you slicked and dripping so we can play,” Viktor says, sliding his hand to Jayce's nape, scratching tauntingly.

Jayce looks back at him with a distinct gleam in his eyes, one that Viktor would describe as mischievous. He is immediately proven right, because the next thing Jayce does is grab the hand Viktor was laying on his thigh, fingers intertwining to move it lower and lower, finally placing it on his ass. Viktor grabs and feels Jayce clench with need, but he also finds that his hole is… sticky.

Viktor looks adorably surprised. Big shiny eyes fogging over in lust.

“When did you even…?”

“I woke up early to prep. I was planning on dozing off for just a minute, but I completely fell asleep after.” He laughs a bit, hurrying over his words while picking up his grinding. “Now tell me, how do you want me?”

Viktor thinks he’s about to spontaneously combust. Instead, he graciously says:

“I want you to do as I say first,” He pants. “You’re going to go fetch the lube, then I’m going to use it to slick my dick. And you will tell me how you would like to get fucked. Am I understood?”

“Yessir!” Jayce beams at the words.

He jumps out of bed to do what he's been asked. He takes a moment to quickly wash the sleep from his face before going to find the lube right where he left it. When he gets back he sees that Viktor is half laying–half sitting in the bed, very very slowly stroking himself through his underwear, pants pushed down mid thigh.

The sight alone makes his hole throb with want, dick never softening since Viktor started riling him up. He hurries to sit in front of his partner, expecting direction. As he lands in bed, he notices that in the little time he left the bedroom, Viktor made it his job to arrange the pillows in a more comfortable order, and pulled the sheets down to the feet of the bed.

Viktor isn't really looking at him; his eyes are foggy as he concentrates on the task at hand, in both figurative and literal way. Still, he senses his excitement and begins. “Did you bring the lube with you?” A nod. “Good. Now, how did you say you wanted to seduce me? You planned to get my attention by kissing me, I recall?” He says thoughtfully, tilting his head and resting it on his shoulder, the motion letting Jayce see the appealing expanse of his neck, dusted with moles he could place by memory.

Jayce knows what to do.

He pulls Viktor for a hot kiss, threading his fingers into soft brunette hair, opening his mouth and letting Viktor slip his tongue inside, basking in the mixture of their wet panting. He absentmindedly opens his legs to pull Viktor closer. Tugging at the messy locks, Jayce explores his mouth and tastes sweetness, touches of herbal flavor lingering from the tea he was drinking before, dancing on his lips along with a taste that Jayce recognizes as berries. He must’ve eaten some of the cake we bought, he thinks, then makes a mental note to eat some for breakfast too. If we don’t get too carried away, his mind supplies, he’ll get to eat before lunch.

Viktor breaks the kiss first, almost not wanting to stop, as he feels how Jayce trails after him as they move apart. Viktor keeps him easily in place, then asks him to move closer and grabs the lube to do as he said he would; he pours a small amount on his tip and strokes before speaking.

“Eagerness suits you so well. Remember what the second step of your plan to seduce me was?” Jayce nods with eyes half lidded, trembling with need.

“Present for me. I want to see you as we set the basics for this. I won't begin yet, but I want you comfortable and ready,” he says as hot puffs of air leave his mouth.

“Yeah, same for you.” Jayce scrambles as fast as he can to get on his knees, bending over, and using his forearms to hold his head like a pillow, cheek pressed to them. He's thoroughly leaking into his panties, leaving a wet patch at the front; the bright red color darkens a few shades. He arches his back deeply, causing his shirt to roll down and reveal his fluffy tail.

Viktor stays seated where he is, admiring the view. Watching his partner's messy bedhead splay on the bed, (it has gotten longer recently. Viktor wants to ask Jayce to keep it like that). The curve of his lower back accentuates the swell of his ass, his strong and squeezable thighs support his weight, flexing from time to time. He needs to feel him around his cock right now.

“Okay, from what I gather, the main fantasy is me fucking you through your panties, and you’d like me to address you dressing up for me. You like feeling wanted to the point of being fucked on the spot with everything on.” Though, I think our current dynamic would’ve eventually led to that, Viktor doesn’t add. He has to stop stroking himself for a while, so he grabs the base of his dick to relieve some pressure; if he doesn’t, he might not last.

“Yeah, ah–you got it. You know me so well, Vik.” Jayce is shivering with desire already, moving his hips in small circles, definitely helping Viktor’s sanity melt faster.

“Any terms you would like me to use? I assume the normal flavor we use is close to it.”

“Mmhmm. The usual flavor is good.” He agrees. “I want to be good for you. I want praise, but I like you mean. I want to be called things along the lines of ‘good’ and ‘desperate’, also, you know, stuff about me being your bunny.” He exhales.

Viktor, who was almost on a normal level of crazy, if that’s even possible, feels his cock growing heavy again.

“And also, I want you fully clothed as you fuck me if that's not uncomfortable for you, want it messy.”

“It is no problem, Jayce,” he says with some semblance of self–control.

“Good, hah—Is there something you’d like from me, Vik?”

Viktor had not considered asking for something during this play, actually. To be fair, almost everything they tried in the bedroom was brought up with each other in consideration, negotiation always ended up being quite easy since their dynamic made them meet in the middle so well, aligned in so many aspects of life.

Being scientists and business partners for years not only made them understand how the other worked, nurturing their natural chemistry, but it also meant that they were willing to test anything and everything on principle. If Jayce was working to make a project work, Viktor would work alongside him, knowing Jayce was a trustworthy partner. The same happened in bed; the moment one’s kink was brought up, it was implicit that they would make it enjoyable for the other. Therefore, Viktor hadn’t really thought of asking for anything in this particular moment; he knew he would enjoy himself.

But, since Jayce had asked, he would gladly think of something to further his pleasure. He has just the perfect proposal.

“If you’re amenable to it, I think I would like something too.” He bends over Jayce and pets his side, whispering his request. “I want you to complete the look.”

Jayce's breath stutters as he hears Viktor open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieve something... He presses fluffy white ears to Jayce’s hand.

Jayce doesn’t have it in him to question why Viktor has a bunny headband ready for him in his nightstand. He grabs the ears, feeling a bit embarrassed as he puts them on and bends his neck to look at Viktor past his shoulder, arousal burning him from the inside as he meets his lover’s gaze through his eyelashes. Viktor is looking at him with a fixed gaze. He marvels at how the tail matches the color of the ears so perfectly, slowly palming himself over his underwear, until he finally frees his hard cock to the chilly air around them.

Jayce moves his hips in rutting motions. All he can do is let the elastic fabric of the panties rub his dick, he can't get his hands on himself and it’s making him crazy, feeling like his mind can't keep up with his body's needs, because rationally he knows he will enjoy this far more if he lets Viktor be his sole form of stimulation, waiting to do as he says.

“Viktor, I'm ready… please.”

And how can Viktor resist his partner's pleas?

He doesn’t waste any more time and kneels behind Jayce, setting his legs between Jayce's, grabbing his cock and letting it slap right against his entrance. It earns him a startled moan from Jayce. He holds the base to slide it across his partner's ass while reaching for the lube that was left on the bed, then puts a generous amount on his hand, coating his dick to thoroughly wet it, his other hand placed on top of Jayce's lower back to steady himself.

He decides to test just how well Jayce prepared himself, so he pulls the underwear aside.

And sinks two fingers to the hilt.

“Ah–Gods!” Jayce moans sweetly, and his legs threaten to give out.

“Seems like you did a good job preparing for me. I don’t feel any resistance,” he says casually, fingering Jayce fast just three times before retrieving his hand to squirt a load of lube straight into the shivering hole. Jayce whimpers high and arches deeper, sinking to the bed.

“mhh–Vik!”

Viktor lets the panties fall into place with a smack, before grabbing the cotton tail and pulling it up, towards his lower back, watching the panties sink between plump ass cheeks. He feels Jayce shivering and clenching hard with all the stimulation, pushing the excessive lube out of his hole in little dribbles, soaking the surrounding fabric.

“Mmm.” Jayce shakes with pleasure, face hiding into his arms.

“Good bunny.” Viktor rasps out.

“Go on, Vik…”, he sighs, “Ah, use me already.”

A shiver goes down Viktor’s spine, and heat rushes up his face. He tightens his grip on his partner.

“Uhhg… Jayce. You're such a slut,” Viktor gasps out as he delivers a playful smack to his lover's thigh, lining up with his hole.

“Yesyesyes, Viktor I’m–.”

Breathless, Jayce begins to buck his hips, trembling with excitement as Viktor places both hands on his hips and starts thrusting the length of his cock along the underwear, not yet sliding inside. He gulps down a gasp, indulging in the sensation of rutting on the now slippery fabric, completely soaked on the outside and inside.

“You're my little bunny. So naughty, tempting me like this. You reek of our sheets, our home, how could I resist you when you are so cute?”

“Yours, yours to fuck however you want,” Jayce breathes with his eyes tightly shut, doing his best to handle the rush of pleasure.

“I will,” Viktor says with a grin.

He starts picking up his pace, humping the briefs and watching them dampen. It's so wet, lube spreading more with each drag of the fabric, enticing squelching sounds barely muffled by the cloth, and little moans from Jayce's lips.

He humps and humps, seemingly entertained with having Jayce pinned beneath him, taking his sweet time. Jayce focuses on the feeling of his hole being teased and the occasional slide of Viktor's soft pajama pants against his bare legs. It feels good, but not enough.

“Ah, ah, Vik… Viktor, please. Just fuck m—”

He doesn't get to finish his sentence as a whimper is pushed out of his body.

Viktor's dick nudges the cloth inside the slippery walls. He starts pushing inside, fighting the tightness of Jayce's entrance, until the tip is engulfed by the tight heat. He can't get enough of the dirty feeling he gets from being swallowed by the soaked fabric of Jayce's panties. He's a few inches in and grinds slowly to gradually tease more of the garment inside.

"You look so pretty like this, Jayce. So wet and open for me, ah– so ready to take me like the desperate thing you are. You don't need to worry your pretty head with taking off your clothes, I can always just take what's mine."

Viktor delivers focused thrusts, intending to tease only the entrance, enjoying the sticky mess it leaves on his beloved’s hole. The constant torture has Jayce breathing out little ‘ah ah ah’s.'

“Please, please, please. I want it deeper, harder,” Jayce pleads.

Viktor starts picking up his pace, still keeping his thrust shallow. He wants to hear Jayce beg more, like the sweet whore he is. His cock throbs for it.

“Do you want it?” He whispers as he squeezes his waist. “To feel your underwear being shoved and rubbed until I reach your sweet spot, feel it stretching back into shape, only to be shoved inside over and over again, getting ruined in the heat of your arousal?”

Jayce lets out a whimper while frantically nodding.

“Words my love”

“Ye–yeah, I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I pass out. Please.”

“Fuck, Jayce–.” Viktor can’t take it anymore; he grips Jayce's waist like it’s the last time he’d be able to. He pushes slowly inside, sliding down the hem of the underwear so his dick can stretch it comfortably as it slides further and further inside. They both drag out a moan as Viktor slides home.

Then they keep still for a few seconds. Jayce can feel the stretch of the underwear against his dick, hugging his balls. The more fabric there was inside him, the less would be around his front. It felt so perfect. He was dripping on both sides, melting under Viktor, and he could feel his nipples hardening, brushing against his shirt as his lover rocked him back and forth.

He felt impossibly good, but he also had enough of the sweet treatment. He had been horny too long already, panting like he was in heat, and he couldn't think of anything other than his visceral need to be fucked stupid. He planned to say as much, raising his head from his arms.

His boyfriend seemed to be on the same page because not a second later had his thoughts surfaced, his head fell back to the bed. Viktor was pushing him down with his body, bending on top of him, forehead meeting his spine.

“I’m going to breed you right,” Viktor pants into his skin. Immediately pulling all the way out and slamming his hips back inside with a wet squelch.

Jayce screamed a whiny sound, Viktor suddenly repositioning his weight on top of Jayce with a hand still attached to his waist, he snaked the other around his chest beneath his shirt, grabbing for leverage. And then he began fucking him like an animal, moaning into Jayce's quivering form.

Hard and desperate, Viktor's cock forced Jayce's panties inside again and again and again, pushing yelps and breathy moans out of Jayce's body. His hard thrusts forced Jayce's legs apart, making the fluffy ears bounce with the movement.

Jayce was being shoved full of cock without break, having no room to breathe as he was slammed down with a force that was turning him on and spurring in him desperation for more. He wanted to be manhandled by Viktor every day, he wanted him– gods, he wanted him putting him in his place.

He started matching Viktor's pace, thrusting back to meet him in the middle. He steadied himself with his hands, gripping the sheets with so much force his knuckles popped.

Viktor huffs an amused chuckle. “You sure are pretty slut,” he says, emphasizing his words with a pointed thrust.

Jayce’s head drops, hanging limply between his shoulders, eyes tightly shut. Everything felt way too good; to have his insides pushed to the limits, opening for Viktor's cock, trembling with the constant bumping of sticky fabric against his sensitive nerves. It felt like he was reaching the end of his walls with every rough motion, but then, with every drive of his hips, he felt like he was forced open like it was the first time.

Viktor moans beautifully at the sight of Jayce taking him, squeezing the soft expanse of his waist and chest.

Then, he holds onto Jayce by sliding both of his hands to his shoulder blades. A beautiful, deeper arch forms with how Viktor presses him down to pin him harder to the bed. He can’t stop thrusting his dick inside, enjoying Jayce’s sultry hole.

Jayce is unable to move, face buried into the sheets, relishing the wet sounds of his hole oozing around his partner's hard member and fighting the intense chills that ran up his back. Viktor's girth stretches him wider with every thrust, rocking into Jayce with his whole body. He presses onto his back, basking in the sweaty glide of Jayce's warmth against his fully clothed body.

Jayce is becoming more and more mindless with every passing second, drooling and whimpering into the bed. His hole sucks at Viktor's cock with slurping sounds.

“hah, Jayce, you feel so good, so hot and tight for me. I wouldn't be able to stop even if I wanted. Your tail is so cute, feels like is trembling with you as I fuck you.”

“Vik– Viktor, so good. I love your cock inside– ah!, I love it so much. Want more!” He feels a hot set of tears burning the corners of his eyes.

“Tell me what you are, and I'll consider playing with your chest as I fuck you.”

“I’m your slut.” Jayce says with a stuttering whimper. A pleased smile grew on his wet face.

“Good bunny. So well behaved, I want to fill you up.”

As he promised, he drops again onto Jayce's back. He moves both of his hands to his chest and starts kneading there, occasionally pulling and pinching his nipples. Jayce can’t help the gasp that leaves his lungs, his dick keeps dripping precum inside his briefs, and said briefs keep rubbing him every time Viktor thrusts into him.

“I'll fill you with so many loads. I'm sure a cum slut like you would love to swallow them up.” Viktor teases.

“Yeah– come inside, come inside please! You can keep me stuffed all day!”

Viktor bites his bottom lip hard.

“Bunnies like you are so used to coupling like starved creatures, acting as if the sun won't rise the next day. They want to be full at all times. No wonder you let me mount you like this.”

He snaps his hips harder.

“You crave to be bred.”

Jayce whimpers brokenly. The rapid squelching and the slapping of skin sparked a building warmth in his belly, overwhelming and all-consuming, making his hole clench hard with every jab to his prostate.

“You don’t need to worry your tiny little head with clothes. A good bunny opens his legs and lets his mate fuck his hole open.” Viktor’s voice is tight, heat hangs on every word he speaks.

“I’m close, Vik, please please–.”

Viktor is surprised by how much he likes this. He wants to devour Jayce, tease him, and praise how delectable he looks. Exactly what Jayce asked.

“If I were an animal, I would mount you exactly like this. Not caring for the clothes in the way, not having the mind to know how to push them aside. I'd find you so enticing, I'd hump you raw until I found a way to spare you on my cock. Ah– And you would thank me.”

“Mmmm– I would!”

Jayce is shaking so much that Viktor thinks he might crumble in front of him. He might already be doing so, because his legs keep sliding further and further apart with every shove, his shirt wagging with the constant assault, the mess of their shared fluids dripping steadily into the bed and already ruining the front of Viktor's pants.

“I'm already– Vik… Please, let me cum.” Jayce spreads his legs as far as they can go.

Viktor drives with more force, squeezing Jayce’s chest. His other hand slides to the inside of his panties and grips his dick to get him off, stroking him with fast and harsh motions.

Jayce’s cry is loud and triggers a full-body shiver that has him coming hard in Viktor’s hand. His body can't hold up any longer, so he finally falls to the bed. Viktor falls with him, but he doesn’t let up yet, frantically pounding him with uneven thrusts until he spills inside.

Still, he keeps grinding into Jayce's overstimulated body.

The feeling of Viktor’s come being shot inside and going through his panties, while some of it is immediately pushed out, has Jayce’s dick twitching with arousal again.

They stay there for a few more seconds, catching their breath.

“Jayce hah… would it be too crazy if I asked you to go again?”

“I would actually go crazy if you didn't. But are… are you okay? We should probably change positions.”

“Yes. My hips are going to resent me quite strongly after all this. You?”

“Of course, my legs feel like jelly. But also, I'll die if I don't cum looking at you.”

“Jayce. You are going to kill me if you say things like that.” He buries his face in Jayce's back.

“That puts you at risk of death and not me asking you to keep me stuffed full of cum all day?”

“Mmm, that too. When you blurted that out, I was trying to keep my composure. Now you're done.” He says humorously. His dick is still hard inside, so he starts grinding into him, enticing a whiny cry from Jayce.

“Vik, hmm… not yet. We have to move.”

Jayce feels more than hears Viktor exhale a chuckle into his back. He misses the warmth of Viktor’s body as he leans back to let Jayce rearrange himself. Jayce quickly rolls over and sits up to face him.

What he finds is Viktor supporting himself with his arms behind him, long legs splayed languidly, framing his dripping cock. His pants are still loosely wrapped around his legs, ruined at the front with the combination of their filth. He is breathing hard with barely concealed lust.

That hungry look matches his features so well, Jayce loves to see it directed at him. His big and adorable amber eyes turned hazy and predatory.

He wants to have Viktor's hot dick inside, warming him up. He wants to cum while looking into those eyes.

He doesn’t wait to pounce on him. In a second, he's straddling him, looming over him with floppy bunny ears on his head and sweet desire pooling in his belly.

Viktor's cum starts dripping out of his hole into the panties, collecting the sticky substance. His patience is thinning quickly. Still, he's restraining himself, not putting his whole weight on Viktor.

“It would be considerably easier to fuck you in your panties if you were lying down.” Viktor says, straightening himself to change positions.

Jayce grabs the headboard, effectively caging Viktor. His arms hover slightly above his head as he leans down to steal a sloppy kiss. Biting his lips and sucking on his tongue. Viktor lets him.

“So stubborn– You need to rest your leg a bit, you were kneeling way too long and really putting your back into it. Now I should be doing all the work,” Jayce remarks while panting above him. Teasing tone visible in the crinkle of his eyes. “Plus, I so wanna ride you.”

Viktor gulps.

Jayce keeps one hand on the headboard and grabs the hem of his long shirt with the other, pressing it to his chest to get it out of the way as he slowly lowers his hips just enough to get Viktor's dick to breach his fluttering hole through the underwear. He knows he's heavy and could hurt Viktor, so he waits for permission, still not going down.

“I’m sure it's gonna be a tight fit. I want it rough– please.” He starts rolling his hips in trembling motions. His legs are shaking.

“Jayce, your legs are about to give out. You can drop down.” Jayce hears the smile in his partner's voice, soothing him and convincing him to obey.

Viktor looks at him with that hazy look. Breathing laboredly. He's holding the head of his dick to Jayce's entrance. Waiting for him.

Jayce finally nods. He lowers himself down with a long and breathy moan. He feels like he’s being split open all over again; the stretch of his panties inside feels tighter than before. It feels like too much and not enough not enough–

When he looks down, he sees that Viktor is just halfway inside. The notion makes him stifle a whimper. He really wants Viktor to force him down onto his cock, he thinks he knows exactly how to get it.

“Viktor– hmff! I want it deeper, please. I can't go lower,” he says with a whiny cry. Smiling and rolling his hips in clumsy movements.

Viktor looks up at him, unimpressed. He then hugs around Jayce's middle —the cotton tail is ticklish against his forearms— and pushes him down into his lap in a single movement. What remained of Viktor's cum inside now sloshes around with the intrusion, coating Viktor's dick in a slippery mess, and wrings out a moan from both of them. Jayce can’t do anything but find it really hot. Viktor holding him down and forcing him to take it whole.

Viktor notes that the panties strained so much with the rough treatment that the fabric was pulled down from where it was covering Jayce's front.

Jayce smiles down at him, moving his arms to place them on his shoulders, hands meeting at the back, wrapping around him like a necklace. Viktor smiles back at Jayce and starts moving him in his lap, hugging him around his lower back, one hand fondling his bunny tail, making him grind against his thrusts.

“You love this, don't you? Being mine.” Viktor says.

Jayce wants to pick up the pace. Have his dick pressed against Viktor's stomach while bucking his hips in fast motions. But every time he tries to, Viktor stops his movements and retreats his hands from where they're touching him. Jayce can't have that, so he resigns himself to being good, letting Viktor dictate the rules.

“Yeah… I'd let you do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want? That's dangerous, Mr. Talis. Don't you know what a pervert I am?” Viktor sneaks his hands inside Jayce's shirt. Both hands placed on his chest, tenderly caressing the breadth of the supple muscle and brushing past his nipples a few times. He grazes his skin with the same speed with which he thrust inside Jayce's velvety walls. A slow agonizing pace.

“I know. I am too.” Jayce sighs with a grin.

“What if I wanted to keep you, sweet bunny?” Viktor asks as he moves his hands from Jayce's chest to roll that graphic shirt up, uncovering his beautiful body; ready to be tasted. “What if I wanted you all to myself? To have you on my bed, ready for me to take you anytime I want. Spearing you on my cock in every way we can think of?”

“You already do all of that. I'm in your bed every day.” Jayce stares hungrily at him while rolling his hips. This time, Viktor doesn't stop him. And Jayce hugs around his neck tighter, bringing their faces closer, giving him the perfect distance to whisper his next words. “And I love that you can take me anytime you want. Only thing missing would be to let you fuck me in my sleep.”

Viktor’s hips twitch upwards, spurring Jayce to invigorate his ministrations, grinding more recklessly.

“Would you let me?” Viktor asks.

“I’d beg.” Jayce gasps around a moan.

Viktor starts thrusting deep into his partner's hole, holding him by the hips. Then, he moves to lick a long stripe on his torso as he fucks him, going from the middle of his abs, passing the crease of his pectorals, and ending on his clavicle, sucking and reddening the skin there.

He continues upwards with open-mouthed kisses. Biting and licking.

His lips explore the familiarity of his lover's skin. He moves with lust and devotion, clinging to every inch of skin he can get his hands on, tasting the smell of home, the citric cologne that always ends up in their sheets, and something unique to Jayce. Soon enough, they fall back to that fuzzy headspace that has them panting against each other.

Jayce's too impatient, he rubs Viktor's back and caresses with need for touch, already hurrying his hips.

Next thing he knows, he’s already bouncing on Viktor’s cock, slurping noises fill the room as his body sucks on Viktor’s length through his straining panties, stretching inside with every thrust and loosening every time he lifts his hips again. The position is proving to be merciless to Jayce’s insides, Viktor is reaching many different angles and pressing deeper inside.

“You're so big! Viktor.” Jayce bounces with all the force his legs can muster. The movement has his bunny ears wagging.

“Perhaps it's because you're such a cute little bunny. So small. And tight–” He whispers his praise. The last two statements are punctuated by strong thrusts.

The stimulation leaves Jayce arching and contorting his face. With every drive of his hips back down, he starts to lean back, bending further, and further… He has to retreat his arms from around Viktor to support his weight with his hands. In a hurried shift, he firmly plants them at the sides of Viktor's shins.

In his reclined position, his chest sticks out more prominently, holding his shirt up with ease. The rolled up fabric is pressing against his nipples, hardening painfully along his dick.

Jayce whimpers.

His panties are definitely reaching a spot that hasn't been reached before. It has him sucking on a breath.

Distantly, he is aware of Viktor stilling in front of him.

Jayce grumbles. He doesn’t want him to stop, even if he’s reaching way too deep —deeper than he has ever felt him— he knows he can take it. Jayce grinds with stuttering and desperate shifts of his hips, forcing himself to open his eyes and focus his vision on Viktor, to ask him to keep going. When his vision clears, he sees that Viktor is looking straight at Jayce’s belly, seemingly engrossed.

He stops and looks down to see what he’s looking at, only to find a slight bulge where his cock is seated inside.

Oh. That's new.

And really hot.

Jayce shivers at the lewd image and melts lower into his bent position. The movement actually displaces the bulge a bit, and Jayce groans at the sight.

“Mmm– ahh. Vik… Viktor. What the hell, why are you so big!” He’s still out of breath. He desperately wants to bounce on Viktor’s lap, so he starts rapidly rebuilding his previous pace, moving his legs from their kneeling position to plant his feet on the bed, bent legs holding him steadier. With every movement, the bulge in his stomach shifts.

It's so good. Better than anything he has ever felt. He lifts his hips until just the tip is inside, almost slipping out, then shoves himself roughly; the head of Viktor's dick pressing deep and hard to that glorious spot that has him twitching and gasping. He can't get enough, so he does it again, and again.

He's drooling as their bodies rock together with vigor, frothy and gooey liquid drips from where they're connected, hazy expression fixed on the bump in his belly and the straps of his panties thinning with every drop of his body on Viktor's dick.

Viktor grinds unwaveringly, every so often lunging upwards to see Jayce's abdomen swell.

“Jayce, hah– you're so, you feel so good inside. So hot, so wet. And I'm quite… quite literally in your stomach.”

“Yeah… I can see.” He drops down with a moan, going faster. “I'll milk you good. I'll have you cum so deep inside there's no way it can leak. Want to feel it for weeks, ah– Right there!”

Viktor moves a hand to Jayce's dick, he palms the length as it presses to his belly, jerking him off with the same speed of their fucking. Jayce can feel it rubbing right where the bulge of his abdomen is moving. Sparking a filthy thought in his mind.

“We’re practically frotting through my stomach.” Jayce blurts out.

“Jayce, I swear to every god that has appeared in someone's prayers.” Viktor warns, feeling a rush of heat enveloping his whole body.

“You’re just so deep.” Jayce exhales. “Next time we have to mph– use the tentacle dildo. We can pretend you're running… experiments on me. We can buy even bigger ones,” Jayce hiccups. "How did we not think of doing this sooner? We can get a–ah a tentacle sleeve so you can fuck me with it, stretch me out even more–" His hips don't slow down as he keeps spearing himself down to meet his boyfriend's hips, only faltering as he shifts his weight to balance himself in one hand. Lifting his arm to carefully guide Viktor's hand to press harder where it is, eliciting a moan out of them both.

Jayce drops his hand back with the other to hold his weight. Fucking himself on Viktor's dick with renewed frenzy

“You're insatiable, Jayce." Viktor's gasping for air, pupils blown." I may be spoiling you too much.”

Jayce doesn't let up. His walls squeeze Viktor's dick demandingly.

“Mmph– You can always spoil me more.”

Viktor's balls clench, and he whines high and weak. He can't stop looking at Jayce's belly, hand pressing their lengths together through Jayce's pliable abdomen as he fucks with feverish need, feeling heat build towards his impending climax.

“So greedy. You love to be stuffed with cock,” Viktor says. “Hah– I'm sure a lot of people would kill to have you spread like this, handsome Man of Progress. But that privilege is only mine. You are mine.” Viktor drives in roughly.

“Yes! Fuck– fuck me.”

They keep moving frantically against each other. Jayce rocks up and down with force. Every time he sucks on a breath, the bulge is emphasized by his flattening stomach. The head of Viktor's dick reaches a spot that feels like the end of his insides, and he can no longer differentiate where his briefs end and where Viktor begins, the garment so wet and warm, Viktor might as well be fucking him raw. It makes his head spin.

The mess on Jayce's face is a combination of tears, drool —his and Viktor's— and sweat. It paints his dazed expression as he looks at Viktor, groaning with overwhelming arousal.

“Cum in me! Please give it to me, give it to me!” Jayce wails, his thrusting becoming irregular, thighs threatening to close in the face of the assault, but his partner holds them open.

“Hah, Jayce– keep going, I'll give you your reward. Don't stop.”

Viktor tugs at the front of his panties, pulling them to the side until the slippery garment slides off the head of his dick as it pounds deeper into Jayce. The sudden shift has Jayce jolting up, wringing an unexpected yelp out of his throat.

"Viktor! Please," he cries." I'm gonna–."

In an instant, his insides are painted white with Viktor's spend. He gasps at the wonderful sensation of it filling his stomach, abruptly forcing a dry orgasm out of his worn body. His wobbly arms slide behind him bit by bit until he has to hold himself with his forearms, bent like a bow about to snap, hips held up in Viktor's lap. He moans when he sees his slightly bulging stomach distending more in the new position.

Viktor hasn't stopped cumming yet, he hasn't stopped fucking him, and he's shaking with the effort. Every spurt of cum seems to reach farther inside the tender walls. Then, to his surprise, Viktor yanks at his sensitive, and still very hard dick and fists him with frenzy.

“You can give me another, Jayce,” Viktor breathes out, his voice straining. “Cum as I fuck my seed deeper inside–.”

“Y–yeah. Mark me as yours,” Jayce moans.

Viktor's gaze is tired but still full of want. He feels intense pressure building in his gut, not knowing if he’s cumming continuously or if he’s layering another orgasm on top of the previous one.

Jayce stares into his golden eyes, catching out of the corner of his eye the bulge of his belly at each shove, all those loads of come making him swell subtly. He grabs the sheets with force he felt had already been pushed out of his body, and takes everything Viktor has left to give, bunny ears rocking with him; on the verge of sliding off. His body is exhausted, and he can’t do anything but lie there as Viktor fucks the last spurts of cum inside, already overflowing.

In a second, Viktor holds him by the hips, forcing him flush against his pelvis.

“Drink it all, slut,” Viktor grits out, releasing a hot, final rope of cum straight to Jayce's favourite spot.

“Y–yes, yes! So full!” Jayce babbles, throwing his head back and coming with a shout. Thick threads of cum landing across his belly, reaching his chest.

His jaw stays open in a silent scream, eyes tightly shut; white dancing across his vision. Viktor is holding tightly onto his supple flesh, hoping he'll leave bruises there.

When they finally come down from their orgasm, Viktor lets himself slump onto the wall of pillows behind him, sliding out of Jayce with a pop. Jayce, on his part, lets himself fall carefully between his legs; he clenches hard at the loss and presses a hand to his stomach, shooting out a good portion of what was sitting inside. Large globs of cum squirt out of his hole right onto the sheets, bent legs shaking hard at the feeling. Viktor looks absorbed by the obscene display, eyes roaming over Jayce's poor graphic shirt, the colorful image of the deconstructed name of the band in it splattered with cum along with his belly. He leans to breach his partner’s hole with his fingers, pushing the mess back inside.

Jayce whines at the sensation.

After a few pumps of his fingers, Viktor finally withdraws his hand, letting the mess of cum and lube dribble out.

With that, Jayce pushes himself up laboriously, momentarily ogling Viktor’s spent form as he hovers over him. Then, he lets himself fall with a sigh beside his partner. Disheveled hair landing messily on the pillow.

Viktor stretches out his arm to remove a strand of hair from his eyes, and he watches as it elicits a tired smile from him. Jayce nuzzles his hand and returns the gesture by catching some strands of hair that stuck to Viktor’s sweaty forehead. He gently pets his cheek and moves the strands behind his ear. He loves Viktor so much, he’s so beautiful and so good to him.

“How are you feeling, Jayce? Did you enjoy yourself?” He says, wrung out. “Was there anything you would have liked to, eh… to have gone differently?” He looks expectantly at Jayce, putting a hand on his ribs and rubbing there.

Very good to him, indeed.

Though behind his consideration, Jayce recognizes that open vulnerability. Viktor was entrusted with his pleasure and wants to know if he fulfilled his role.

“Viktor. Luz de mis ojos. Those were probably the best three orgasms I will ever have in my life. It was better than what I could've imagined. You don’t have to worry, like at all.”

Viktor laughs. Deep and beautiful.

“Really?”

“Really. I even worry that you somehow managed to get into my head. Where did you even get the bunny headband?” He says with a toothy smile, petting the strands of hair that frame Viktor's handsome face. Then, his eyes dart to the side. “Was it… good for you? I might've been on your lap too long, I think.”

‘Was I good for you?’ The meaning sits right before the naked eye.

Viktor smiles at him. Getting closer to his face.

“You were perfect, Jayce.” He kisses his cheek. “You're always so good.” Then kisses the scar on his brow. “And I won't lie, my legs do hurt, but-”

“I'm s–” Jayce hurries to apologize.

“Jayce, what did we talk about?” Viktor lifts a brow at him.

“You don't feel pressured to do the things I ask… and you do them knowing the strain it might take on your body.”

“Good boy. You didn’t hurt me, and I assure you that you aren't as heavy as you worry you are. Plus, I wanted you pressed to my body, I enjoyed every second of it.” Viktor strokes Jayce's hair. “Remember, I will always discuss it with you if something is too much. That’s the safe word's purpose.” Then he holds his face in his hands. “I love you, Jayce.”

“I love you too, Vik.” Jayce presses their foreheads together, relieved at Viktor's words. “So… how are you feeling?”

“Mmm. Sore in every joint of my body, I think. But also very relaxed. My leg got a good rest while I was sitting, but you know how it is, it's bound to hurt anyway with the effort. My back is also in a tough spot.” He nuzzles his face to Jayce's neck. “But… surprisingly, it is fine, I think today is a good day of pain.”

“I'm glad.” He kisses Viktor's hair. “Do you want more tea? I can get us both a cup. I'll heat the compress and bring you your meds in case you want to take one now or later.”

“That sounds really nice.” Viktor sighs with a pleased smile. “But we are covered in cum… and lube… and sweat. We should run a bath first, hmm?”

“Yeah. We should clean up first.”

“We'll get there in a minute. Stay with me a bit longer.” Viktor says as he kisses Jayce's neck. His eyes meet hazel warmth as he leans back to seal their lips together.

Right where they belong.