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Viktor has butt dimples, Jayce thought fondly to himself, grinning at the absurdity of the realization as he followed Viktor into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, watching those little divots in Viktor’s lower back while he limped to the shower, unaware of Jayce’s hungry gaze. Heat flashed down Jayce’s spine as he noted the lube and cum on Viktor’s slender thighs, and the cogs started turning in Jayce’s mind; how he would thoroughly and reverently clean those delectable thighs, how he would caress that skin with his hands, with his mouth, with his tongue, perhaps…
Jayce flinched as a pair of spider-like fingers was snapping inches from his face.
“At least wait until we’re in the shower before you start getting ideas,” Viktor drawled knowingly, sporting that impish, lopsided grin that Jayce was quickly associating with carnal mischief.
“Sorry, no-can-do,” Jayce replied, holding out a hand for Viktor as he stepped into the shower. “Ideas are kinda my thing. Well… our thing.”
Viktor clicked his tongue in response, his eyes raking down Jayce’s body as he followed into the already-steaming shower, unashamed in the most refreshing of ways; Viktor wasn’t shy about what he wanted, that much was clear from the first day they met. He charged after his desires head-first, even if he occasionally hit a brick wall. Sex was no different—where most people were bashful and self-conscious, Viktor was… perhaps not confident, not in the traditional sense, but… comfortable in seeking what he wanted without shame.
Turning his back to the spray, Viktor rested both wrists delicately on Jayce’s shoulders for balance, angling his head back and drenching his fluffy auburn hair, and Jayce swallowed hard at the breathtaking view it provided—Viktor’s exposed throat, angular and carved as if from the finest marble, a single freckle at the base near his collar bones like elegant punctuation.
Before Jayce could admire any longer, a slender hand was wrapping deftly around the back of his neck, pulling him forward into the spray as Viktor stepped out of it, and scorching-hot water began cascading through his hair and down his face. He took a half-step forward, trying not to crowd Viktor too much as he attempted to get the water out of his face, but it only served to place him, apparently, within kissing distance.
His head spun wildly as Viktor wasted no time teasing, and simply plunged his tongue against Jayce’s, and Jayce was helpless against the moan that rose from his throat and died against Viktor’s lips. His hands worked of their own accord—one snaking around Viktor’s mid-back to support him while the other tenderly slid gently between his cheeks, a single finger rhythmically curling against his well-used entrance, coaxing the mess away with the water that ran down his fingers.
Viktor whimpered, the sound ringing somewhere between pleasure and pain, and he pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Jayce’s, eyes sliding closed as he bit his lower lip, and Jayce was helpless against the arousal that began to stir in his gut.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, continuing his measured strokes against that puckered muscle, and Viktor tensed, hissing in a breath.
“Not too gentle, I hope,” he teased, his hand on Jayce’s neck driving the point home by rising to grip a fistful of Jayce’s hair at the nape.
Jayce tensed, but very intentionally kept his hand loose and relaxed—if anything, growing even softer with his caresses. Seeming almost frustrated with Jayce’s composure, Viktor spread his other hand out on Jayce’s chest, pushing slightly as he murmured,
“Plenty of time for that later.”
Jayce just grinned, feeling like he’d passed some sort of test, some measure of his helplessness at the hand of Viktor’s charms. And while Viktor’s charms were many, and Jayce’s weakness to them plentiful, sometimes it was nice to be able to prove that he wasn’t a complete goner.
Viktor slid past him, reaching to a shelf imbedded in the white tile wall, and handed Jayce an unmarked container of sky-blue liquid.
“I need to sit,” Viktor said, lowering himself to a bronze stool in the opposite corner of the shower that Jayce had been too preoccupied to notice before. “Be a dear, would you?”
Viktor motioned to his own mop of sopping wet hair, and Jayce understood. With a nod, he poured a bit of the shampoo in his hand, replaced the container on the shelf, and turned to dig his fingertips into Viktor’s hair, methodically working the liquid into its lengths and massaging it into suds. Viktor closed his eyes, his head rolling back slightly in luxuriating pleasure, and Jayce cursed his damned human body for the way it reacted—he’d been at half-mast ever since Viktor kissed him, but now, watching Viktor, seated at a suggestive height, convulsively swallow, his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbing in his exquisite neck, Jayce felt his blood vacate most extremities in a rush.
And when Viktor opened his eyes slowly, deliberately, meeting Jayce’s gaze with a fire in them that could melt steel, Jayce suddenly felt like a lone gunman standing down an army he was woefully unprepared to face.
Before he could even speak, try to explain away his apparent insatiability, one of Viktor’s hands was wrapped around his thigh, cupping just below his ass, and pulling him forward.
“Viktor, I—“
“Ah ah,” Viktor scolded, and something about it, the tone, the clear intonation of I’m the one in charge here made a shudder go down Jayce’s spine. With his other hand, Viktor tapped a single finger against Jayce’s in his hair, and oh… oh!
With a gulp he was sure was audible, probably echoing in the enclosed space, Jayce continued massaging the shampoo into Viktor’s hair, and Viktor nodded his approval before shamelessly reaching forward, taking the base of Jayce’s cock in one hand, and leaning in to take him into his mouth. Jayce tensed, momentarily gripping Viktor’s hair as the heat and water-slicked wetness of Viktor’s mouth enveloped him. Viktor started with shallow bobs of his head, his tongue raking the sensitive underside of Jayce’s cock and making him fight the convulsion in his hips.
“Oh, fuck, Viktor…” he groaned, doing his best to follow Viktor’s unspoken instructions to keep shampooing his hair, but when Viktor began to follow his own lips with his fist, twisting it around the base, Jayce stilled, unable to focus on anything but the pressure, and the heat, and the slick glide in and out.
Jayce fell into a nearly delirious state very quickly, his skin alight with pleasure as Viktor’s mouth expertly worked him, his fist pausing every now and then to squeeze at the base, drawing it out, making him last. The sight was thrilling—Viktor’s lips stretched to their limit around Jayce’s thick cock, his cheeks sucking in slightly, and those fiery eyes, trained on Jayce’s every response with an intensity he’d only ever seen Viktor give magic.
That is until he removed his hand and took Jayce’s entire length into his mouth, choking when the head of Jayce’s cock hit his throat.
Jayce pulled back, worry overriding his arousal as he looked down to find Viktor still choking a bit, his lips swollen and red, and damnit if that wasn’t sexy too.
“You okay?” Jayce asked, caressing a thumb down Viktor’s sudsy temple, and Viktor nodded, choking one more time as a slightly frustrated expression crossed his features.
“Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t…” Jayce started, but Viktor held up a single finger, the motion reminiscent of raising a weapon, and the sheer command of it was enough the stifle Jayce’s next words.
“Jayce…” Viktor said, a hint of warning in his tone. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. But this condition has taken everything it can from me. I will not allow it to take my free will.”
He paused, looking up at Jayce with a fury and conviction more suited to champions on the battlefield, and Jayce swallowed, feeling the full force of that golden glare like staring down the barrel of a loaded pistol.
“And if I want to choke on your cock…” he said, the defiance morphing into oozing sexuality as he took Jayce in hand once more and licked from base to tip. “Then I’ll choke on your cock.”
Jayce shivered with the dominance in the statement, and he nodded furiously, swallowing the lump that had risen in his throat.
“Yes sir,” he said, intending it as a lighthearted joke that would segue them back into the mood, but as Viktor shuddered, goosebumps rising on his shoulders and arms in response… Jayce came to another realization that he was frankly astounded he hadn’t noticed before—Viktor had a thing for being in control.
He made a note of this epiphany, mentally jotting it down among such company as twirls his hair when he’s thinking and has a tendency to hum in his native language when he thinks he’s alone.
Most of those thoughts dropped off a cliff as Viktor’s mouth took him in again, and this time he began sucking his cheeks in as he bobbed, and oh dear gods…
Jayce’s moans echoed in the small space, filling the room like so much steam. He desperately tried not to pump his hips too much, not to force himself too far, but Viktor’s mouth… Gods, it was perfect, and tight, and hot…
His thighs began to quake, his knees feeling like they’d been turned to jelly, and his hands gripped into Viktor’s hair, probably too tight, but it was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing then and there.
“Uhn, fuck, Viktor… Viktor!” he cried out, feeling it blindside him with how fast his release was approaching.
Without warning, Viktor pulled all the way off, his hand encircling Jayce’s balls and pulling, and Jayce threw a hand out to the nearest wall to steady himself as just a little cum leaked from him, tiny half-spasms wracking his lower half as his orgasm was just barely averted.
“Not yet,” Viktor commanded, and Jayce was too far gone to even begin to parse out how turned-on that tone made him. Made for each other, they seemed—Viktor with his penchant for dominance, and Jayce with his apparent tendency toward submission.
Viktor studied him as he came down a bit from the edge, analytical to a fault—his eyes pinpointing Jayce’s every twitch as if his body was just a complicated algorithm he had yet to work out.
Finally feeling like he could take a deep breath, Jayce did so, feeling lightheaded and physically hot, but the composure didn’t last long as, upon seeing this, Viktor dove back in, swallowing Jayce down to the root. He didn’t choke this time, and seeming encouraged by that fact, he reached a hand around to grip Jayce’s ass hard, keeping him anchored in place. Jayce nearly buckled, leaning over Viktor slightly to prop his hand on the far wall as the feeling of Viktor’s throat clenching on him as he gagged threatened to overwhelm him.
Jayce could feel it brimming again, but something in his mind clicked…
I can’t… he said not yet… does he want me to? Is he testing me? Either way… I want to please him… I want to be good for him…
“V-Viktor! I’m so close… c-can I?” he asked, voice hoarse and strained, and though he was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, he noted Viktor’s physical reaction to the words yet again—his shoulders twitching and a muted moan making his mouth vibrate around Jayce’s cock, and for the first time since they entered the shower, Viktor reached for himself, tugging slowly to the same rhythm of his mouth.
For a moment, Viktor didn’t give him a response, and Jayce attempted to still his hips… anything to dull the building pleasure so he wouldn’t come until he was allowed. Viktor, however, seemed to have other plans.
He pulled back, placing his lips around the incredibly sensitive crown of his cock, sucking salaciously as his tongue lapped at the slit, his fist working the shaft slow and tight.
“Viktor!” Jayce mewled, an aching desperation in his voice that had Viktor’s hand moving faster on his own hard length.
Just as Jayce was mentally preparing himself to disappoint, his hips stuttering and his abdominal muscles jumping with every heady jerk of Viktor’s fist, Viktor gently squeezed his ass, and it was as if Jayce could read his mind through that one simple movement—now you may come.
And not a moment too soon, as Viktor’s lips pursed tighter on the tip of him. Jayce wailed at the ceiling, his release hitting him like a steel carriage—his whole body spasmed, his ears ringing and pulse hammering in his neck as the thought of his come striping over Viktor’s talented tongue made him seize up and still. Viktor slowed his fist, coaxing every last drop out of him until he felt like he was going to deflate.
Jayce had to prop both hands on the wall to avoid collapse, twitching as Viktor delicately pulled off of him, slowly turning his head and spitting Jayce’s impressive load toward the drain. The absolute bastard of a grin on his features made Jayce smile down at him, probably sated and dopey.
“You didn’t actually need to sit, did you?” Jayce asked as Viktor reached up and, with those lovely, tempting fingers, swiped a bit of shampoo from his face which had slowly dripped down his cheek.
The smile widened; the pure, unadulterated mischief in it making Jayce’s hips jerk again.
“Of course I did,” he said plainly, pushing Jayce back a step by his hip so he could rise to his feet. He tapped his right thigh twice, beckoning Jayce’s gaze, “I couldn’t very well kneel, now could I?”
And that was an image, wasn’t it? Viktor, kneeling in front of Jayce, eyes closed and mouth hanging open wantonly, awaiting whatever Jayce might give to him. A flash of heat went through Jayce, and he shuddered, instinctively reaching out to hold Viktor by the arm, providing a constant he could stabilize himself on, without his crutch. Viktor obliged, migrating around Jayce to stand in the spray, tilting his head back to wash the shampoo from his hair, and Jayce hungrily took in the sight; fluffy white suds cascading down Viktor’s thin body, following the curves where they existed—his pecs, his jutting hips, his slim thighs and knobby knees.
“Here,” Jayce offered, reaching for the liquid soap container on the shelf and pouring into his hand. He took a moment to briefly lather himself, then moved on to Viktor—reverently smoothing the suds over his skin with flat palms and gentle pressure. It didn’t go beyond his notice that Viktor was still painfully hard, his cock standing impressively tall and reddening at the tip. But Jayce had a plan for that, so he took his time cleansing every inch of Viktor’s body.
It wasn’t until he knelt, devoutly working the soap down Viktor’s bad leg and back up, barely teasing at his cock and balls, that Viktor showed signs of impatience—his hips twitching slightly and his toes curling against the tile, and Jayce knew he’d delayed long enough.
He stood, motioning turn around with his hand, and Viktor complied, allowing his head to drop as the water rolled down his spine. With a sigh, Jayce pressed himself wholly to Viktor’s back, reaching around to spread his hand on his chest, anchoring him, holding him up, if needs be. He placed a kiss to Viktor’s waterlogged nape, sliding his other hand back down between them, to Viktor’s hole. Pressed against him as he was, he felt it when Viktor tensed—every muscle coming alive at Jayce’s touch.
“Relax,” Jayce whispered, continuing to kiss and mouth at his neck as he very gently pushed two fingers inside. To his credit, Viktor did relax—angling his hips back into Jayce’s hand and letting his head roll back to rest on Jayce’s shoulder. Jayce intentionally continued to avoid his cock, instead migrating the hand on his chest to a nipple, where he began lightly thumbing at the hardening bud.
Viktor groaned, one hand flying out to brace against the wall, and the other gripping Jayce’s wrist on his chest. He must have been positively aching to have a hand on his cock, so the self-denial was admirable. Jayce accepted this as the tell that it was—I want you to touch me—and kept that knowledge safe as he tenderly began pumping his fingers to clean him out.
The absolutely lewd moan that fell from Viktor’s lips had Jayce feeling a flash of pride, and he grinned against Viktor’s neck, nibbling slightly at the muscle at the juncture of his shoulder. Viktor was still relatively open and relaxed from their lovemaking, but his muscles reacted to Jayce’s fingers, his inner walls soft but twitchy as Jayce worked him.
“I don’t think you know how tempting you are,” Jayce mumbled against wet skin. “The way you look at me… it’s like you’re breaking me down to all my parts—muscular system, circulatory system, skeletal system—and easily deducing what makes me tick. Like I’m the easiest equation you’ve ever solved…”
It seemed like Viktor was going to respond, but as his lips opened, Jayce angled his fingers slightly, and Viktor’s hand on Jayce’s wrist clenched, nothing but a breathy gasp escaping. Jayce smiled even wider, biting at Viktor’s shoulder a little harder as his hand migrated from one nipple to the other. This time Viktor’s entire body jerked, his muscles clamping down momentarily on Jayce’s fingers, and Jayce couldn’t help the way he stirred with arousal again.
“But I hate to break it to you…” he went on, taking a half step back and pulling Viktor along with him, until the spray of the shower was hitting Viktor’s chest and cascading down over his likely very oversensitive and understimulated cock.
Viktor spasmed again, his hips pumping against empty air twice before he managed to control himself.
“You’re not so tough of an equation yourself,” Jayce whispered, this time following it by sucking a hickey into Viktor’s shoulder, just high enough that it would likely be seen if his shirt collar slipped down just so. Viktor keened, the hand that had been bracing on the wall flying up and around the back of Jayce’s head to grip at his sopping wet hair.
“You want to be respected, but don’t we all,” Jayce went on, pulling back from the already-darkening bruise and kissing at it lightly. “But more than that… you want to be obeyed…”
He punctuated the claim by pinching at the nipple he was toying with, and Viktor let loose a foreign word Jayce was certain was a curse.
“You want me to touch you?” Jayce asked (though he was already touching him, he knew Viktor would understand what he meant by it).
“Yes,” Viktor gasped, his mouth hanging open in ecstasy, his jaw quivering slightly, and goddamnit, he was so breathtaking like this.
“Say it, then,” Jayce growled, pushing his fingers farther inside and angling them, just knowing he’d hit the right spot. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll obey…”
Viktor cursed again in his native tongue, a whole sentence this time, and it certainly sounded like damn you and your attitude, Jayce Talis. He’d begun to shiver now, his hand flexing in Jayce’s hair, and Jayce just knew this was going to be explosive.
“Touch me, Jayce. I want y-your… your hand… pl—“
Please.
Viktor had caught himself before he said it, his throat clicking as he viciously fought to keep that word in, and Jayce considered forcing it out of him…
But the sight he was beholding was so magnificent—Viktor trembling like a leaf, his back arching into Jayce’s hand and his fists grappling at him like a prized fighter. How could he be so cruel, as to deny this any longer?
Please could wait. Viktor couldn’t.
“As you wish,” Jayce breathed against the shell of Viktor’s ear, slowly extracting his fingers and bringing them around to clamp onto Viktor’s bony hip. His other abandoned the peaked nipples he’d been so haplessly toying with, following the line of his stomach to his bellybutton, to that thin trail of hair beneath it…
Viktor bit his lower lip as Jayce took him in hand, clearly attempting to damper the whine, but he failed spectacularly. Jayce chuckled triumphantly, certain that, had Viktor been more in control of his wits, he would have chided Jayce for his cockiness. As it was, Jayce simply wallowed in it, pulling excruciatingly slowly from root to tip.
“M-more, Jayce!” Viktor barked, his hand in Jayce’s hair positively shaking now.
“Alright… I’ve got you…” Jayce purred, speeding up his hand minutely and enjoying the weight and soft slide of wet skin in his palm. With a growl, he removed his hand from Viktor’s hip, wrapping it tightly around his chest to hold him, secure and safe, possibly a bit possessive, and not a second later, both Viktor’s legs buckled, and the only thing stopping him from plummeting to the floor was Jayce’s unwavering hold.
Viktor began murmuring in his native language, the sound elegant and lilting and oh so hot, and Jayce started giving him the quick, hard tugs he was so clearly aching for.
“Jayce, Jayce… Jayce!” Viktor moaned his name like a prayer, a dulcet psalm sung just for him, Viktor’s whole body going rigid, and Jayce delivered one final stroke, holding his cock at the base as he felt the contractions in the stiff member beneath his fingers.
Viktor cried out as it hit him—thick, powerful ropes of cum hitting the shower wall over and over and over. His entire body convulsed with the power of it, and Jayce kept a firm hold of him, gentling him through it with extremely slow, tight movements of his hand, continuing to milk even more cum every time his fist reached the head.
They simply stood for a moment, most of Viktor’s weight held up by Jayce, as Viktor’s breathing went from manic pants to a more even cadence. Jayce lined his neck with kisses, flattening his palm against Viktor’s stomach and soothing it all over him as he allowed the rush of the water to clean the cum from his hand. It wasn’t until he felt Viktor’s weight shift, signifying he’d regained his footing, that he felt comfortable releasing his vice-like hold, and even then, he still held him, just because he could.
Viktor was breathing almost too hard to speak, but he gave it a go anyway.
“We were meant to be getting clean,” he snipped, and the mirth of the joke was slightly dampened by just how wrecked and blissed-out his voice sounded.
“We’re both multitaskers,” Jayce replied, loosening his hold but continuing to soothe his hand all over Viktor’s stomach, down across a hip, and up to a pectoral. Viktor’s hips jerked one more time, a heavy breath escaping, and Jayce beamed with pride.
Only now, as his own body came down from the high alongside Viktor’s, did he realize how utterly and completely spent he was—sexually, yes, but physically… mentally too. They’d been in the lab for going on three days, then, instead of resting like they should have, they got off twice. And while he didn’t regret a single second… sleep beckoned him like creeping frost around every corner of his consciousness.
Viktor seemed to be coming to the same realization, his eyelids heavy as he turned to face Jayce, his body wavering dangerously—so much so that Jayce grabbed him by both arms to steady him.
“Alright…” Jayce said softly, giving Viktor a quick once-over to make sure there wasn’t any soap left. “I think that’s enough orgasms for one night.”
Viktor attempted a smile, but even that seemed tired and only half-executed.
“Says you,” Viktor quipped, and Jayce chuckled, but he knew—if they didn’t sleep soon, one of them was going to collapse, and he didn’t want Viktor to have to catch him.
Wordlessly, Jayce reached beyond him and turned the tap, the hot spray dying down to a trickle and eventually ceasing entirely with a metallic drip drip… drip. The room was thick with steam, but it helped to keep them warm as Jayce stepped from the shower, always mindful to keep a hand held out to support Viktor as he limped, much more pronounced now that adrenaline and endorphins weren’t flooding through him, from the shower. Viktor reached for the single towel on the rack mounted on the wall, shrugging slightly bashfully.
“Only one, sorry,” he mumbled, but Jayce just grinned wider.
“S’alright,” he said, pulling the towel from Viktor’s grasp, playfully throwing it over his head, and rubbing viciously to dry his hair. “I know how to share.”
“Stop, you buffoon,” Viktor laughed, voice muffled by the towel, before ripping it away to reveal an absolute crow’s nest of mussed hair. He retaliated instantly, hand moving like a striking snake to pinch Jayce’s nipple.
“Ow! Okay, I’ll behave, jeez!” Jayce whined playfully, rubbing at his now peaked and sore nipple.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do anything that drastic,” Viktor snapped back, and Jayce just had to smile.
Viktor always had to have the last word, and Jayce was happy to let him have it.