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Viktor couldn't move. He couldn't see. He couldn't speak.
The reason for that was not as alarming as he made it sound like.
The reason was that he was currently tied up firmly on his bed, blindfolded with a thick piece of cloth and gagged with a similar one between his teeth. There also happened to be a toy stuffed up his ass. He was not uncomfortable, just a bit restless. Things like that happened when you got a bit too kinky with your boyfriend. Not that he complained, he had wanted this after all, but when there was nothing else to do than count the seconds in anticipation, his brain was bound to start running wild.
(I'm not sure about this, Vik...What if something happens when I'm not here?)
Jayce had left to work after making sure that Viktor was as comfortable as possible - which was next to impossible not to be, seeing as Jayce had spent around an hour adjusting pillows, double-checking the ropes and asking if Viktor was hungry, thirsty, aching etc. - giving him a kiss on the cheek and telling him to wait there like a good boy he was. Viktor couldn't be sure how long it had been since Jayce left, but certainly at least a few hours now. It must've been nearing the evening already.
(I don't know. That's what makes it exciting, don't you agree? A little thrill is good for you.)
Some part of Viktor was very worried, because Jayce had been away for a long time now, and Viktor truly didn't have any means to escape his current situation without help. He couldn't get up, couldn't call out for help, and on top of that he was very naked at the moment, stuck in a vulnerable position with hands behind his back and legs spread apart. He wasn't sure if Jayce had even locked the door when he had left. He just had to trust that Jayce would return in time.
Viktor wasn't sure how long it had been when the front door finally clicked open and a set of heavy footstep entered the apartment. Viktor laid quietly on the bed, listening the person, whom he assumed to be Jayce, walking around. He thought he heard Jayce entering the bathroom, but couldn't be sure. So he just waited patiently.
(What? Like, you enjoy the feeling of danger or something?)
Eventually the footsteps approached the bedroom and Viktor felt a little tingle in his belly when he heard the bedroom door creak open. He expected to be met with one of Jayce's usual I-see-Viktor reactions, which usually included a lot of either flirting or fussing over him.
Instead what he got was total silence, as the door was shut once again and the footsteps closed in. Nothing was said out loud as the visitor approached the bed and stopped there, very close to Viktor.
More silence. It was very unlike Jayce to be so quiet.
(Oh, Jayce... as if I'd ever feel in danger with you.)
Viktor felt his heart beating wildly, hearing his own slow breaths clear and loud. Even though he knew he couldn't speak, that didn't stop him for calling out to Jayce, which came out more as a confused whine than anything.
All of a sudden Viktor felt a light tap on the plug inside him, as if the other man was testing how well it was resting inside, and then there was another touch of fingers on his thigh. Viktor flinched in surprise, but the touch didn't falter. He could feel that Jayce had some kind of gloves on and the rough texture was tickling his sensitive skin. Maybe Jayce had come straight from the forge and had accidentally left the protective gloves on and didn't feel like walking back just to return them? That was plausible.
Viktor squirmed a little, letting out a small moan. The touch trailed closer to his knee and then towards his hips, slow and contemplative. Then it rose away, but not for long. The fingers curled onto his hair, grasping the thick locks tightly, and pair of lips pressed onto his head as the visitor dragged his teeth on his scalp. Viktor groaned from the sudden pain, but it didn't stop him from growing hard.
Thankfully it didn't take long before Jayce was already undoing the gag, letting Viktor stretch his tense jaw a little bit. Viktor took some time to swallow, to lick away the drool that had gathered in his mouth, trying to drip down his chin, before huffing out a small laugh.
"I see you were missing me?" he teased Jayce. There was no answer. Viktor only felt the mattress dip as the weight landed beside him, the hand releasing his hair and lifting away until Jayce resumed running his fingers on Viktor's body again. Viktor was alight with excitement and anticipation, but also with a slow, steadily rising feeling of dread now.
Despite knowing Jayce's smell, his touch, his patterns almost as well as his own, Viktor couldn't help but fear that something wasn't right. He couldn't help the small, terrifying thought that rose it's head in his mind: What if this was not Jayce?
(I can make it feel like you are.)
When the hands started caressing his inner thighs, so intimately and almost possessively, Viktor had to speak up, if for no other reason, then to hear something else than his own drumming heartbeat.
"What is this silent treatment all about?"
Still no answer. Viktor gasped as his legs were forced further apart and he felt the tickle of a light stubble on his skin as the other man leaned down to kiss his inner tigh, sucking very lightly.
(Oh? Then by all means, terrify me.)
Viktor bit his lower lip, heat rising inside as Jayce left a hickey after hickey on him, nibbling his skin between his teeth after each small kiss and suction. Viktor trembled when one of the hands holding his legs apart started trailing lower, closer to his crotch, slowly but with intent.
"J-jayce, ah-" Viktor gasped as the hand cupped his balls, squeezing them while the mouth moved closer and closer to his dick that was already throbbing hard by now. Viktor started breathing faster, started shaking faintly. The lack of answers concerned him, but there was... something akin to an excitement in there as well. It was a strange feeling, to be at a mercy of his partner like this, to feel so unsure - if the man touching him even was his partner.
It got to be Jayce, really, who else would he be, but... There was no real proof. Not without being able to see him, hear him, feel the warm touch of his fingers.
"You- you are Jayce, right?" It was a silly question and Viktor knew it, because of course this was Jayce, who else it would've been? But Jayce didn't answer, only bit him teasingly, making Viktor gasp in surprise. He felt the other man take a hold of the toy inside him, slowly starting to pull it out, but then letting it fall back in again before it could pop out. He repeated the motion again, a few times in a row.
Viktor was trembling, a heat coiling in his belly, and he wasn't sure if he wished the butt plug to be removed or left where it was... He liked the weight inside him, but the damn toy was in a way and he was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment.
"Jayce, please-" Viktor started once again, but suddenly the other man's hand let go of his leg and landed on his neck, adding a hint of pressure, sending a very clear threat for him to be quiet. When Viktor cracked his lips apart, the hand squeezed with enough force to cut off his breath for a second. Viktor complied, only breathing heavy and fast. The silence sounded so strange. Maybe Jayce was just contemplating on what to do. Or perhaps he was afraid that speaking now would shatter the illusion he had worked so hard to create, or he was not sure of how to start, or... or he didn't want to speak because he was not actually Jayce and speaking up would give it away.
Viktor squirmed against the ropes, helpless to do anything but wait. The hand pressed onto his hair again, grasping too tight and giving a small yank to keep him from moving. Viktor stilled as he swallowed, but couldn't stop his body from shaking lightly. Rationally he knew that Jayce would never actually do him any harm, but the feeling of uncertainty wouldn't leave his chest because the communication between them had always been so open and clear, and he knew that Jayce was a soft person who always aimed to please. Usually if Viktor as much a moved his finger differently, Jayce would be all over him asking if he was okay, making sure he was still into it, reminding him that the end was always just a word away; Viktor just needed to use the safe word, and Jayce would drop anything he was doing to cater to Viktor's every need.
This was indeed very, very unlike Jayce.
After Viktor had proven that he could be quiet and still, the hand on his neck relented and started to travel over his ribs, a palm pressing on his abdomen. The toy was finally pulled out, and Viktor was holding his breath, tongue slipping out to quickly wet his lips. He hated how much he wanted to be touched, and how much he simultaneously still hoped that Jayce would just stop and release him from his bonds and hold him. He felt torn between his need and his fear, and it was messing up his thoughts.
After a few moments of aimless teasing, the hand between Viktor's legs pressed against his erection, palming over it. Viktor released a shameless moan, tilting his head backwards and lifting his hips up, begging for more. He was immediately rewarded with a squeeze that send a rush of warm, delicious sensation swirling in his belly.
Jayce stroked his dick in his palm a couple of more times before taking it in his grip and starting to pump it slowly, so agonizingly slowly. Viktor was so hard that he almost wept from how good it felt to be properly touched, the inability to move or see just making the feeling more intense.
Jayce moved to sit closer to his legs and Viktor was too occupied chasing the high of the orgasm to pay attention. Once he was close enough to reach the peak, Jayce seemed to notice and let go of him. Viktor whimpered and lifted his hips, hoping that Jayce would let him come and relieve the pressure building inside him, but no such chance. The other man let him writhe there completely robbed of any kind of contact until the rush calmed back down, enough for him to lose the high he had almost caught. Viktor felt somewhat betrayed - he felt helpless, bent up and needy, and Jayce wasn't talking to him and it made him confused and anxious and the uncertainty was turning him on even more and it reminded him so much of the feeling of falling in love and he wasn't thinking straight.
Viktor flinched when the hands suddenly resumed to pleasure him again, continuing straight from where they had left off. He felt his chest burning and his belly curling and his legs tensing up, needing desperately to either come or be calmed down, but he found it hard to ask for either. This was so different from the sex they usually had, and Viktor finally realized why - this was much more detached and impersonal. There were no adoring words or loving touches, no connection between them. It felt almost indifferent from Jayce's part.
Suddenly Viktor felt the wet tip of other man's cock prodding his asshole, and now it was way too much and way too much and WAY TOO MUCH.
"Explosion!" Viktor yelped out their safe word, and in an instant all the touches stopped completely and pulled away, leaving the air around Viktor feel oddly cold and empty again. Viktor laid there, panting, sweating and turned on, wanting to continue but feeling like he needed to gather himself a little bit. He needed some kind of anchor, some reassurance.
After waiting for a while longer, making sure he had given Jayce enough time to speak up on his own, Viktor licked his lips and carefully spoke, ashamed of how unsteady his voice was.
"Jayce I really need you to either remove the blindfold or say something."
Viktor trusted Jayce. He knew that Jayce wouldn't hurt him, Jayce had always been very sure to put Viktor's needs before anything else, and that's why it was so alarming that Jayce was acting like this. Maybe he had not actually grasped how seriously anxious Viktor had been. The silence continued only a couple of seconds, but it was enough time for the pressure in Viktor's chest to stretch and finally snap.
"Explosion," he repeated with a shaky voice, and the weight moved back beside him, the hand minutely brushing through his hair, before he felt lips pressing onto his forehead again.
Jayce had once noted that Viktor had permanent lines between his eyebrows, said that it was because Viktor was frowning so often. He liked to kiss the frown away, he had claimed.
"Sorry." Jayce finally said in a quiet, remorseful voice, and Viktor let out a voice not unlike a small sob from the sheer relief of being confirmed that this was, in fact, his Jayce.
"Do you want me to take it off?" Jayce asked, pulling gently at the fabric covering Viktor's eyes, and Viktor shook his head.
"N-no, just... hold me for a while."
He didn't need to ask twice, very rarely did, as Jayce's arms were immediately around him, pressing Viktor's cheek into his chest and snuggling his hair. He was gentle and soft when he ran his palm on Viktor's back in slow, soothing motions.
"Do you want to stop?" Jayce asked, and Viktor could tell that Jayce was unsure, that he felt like he had done something wrong. It was in the way his voice rose just a pitch higher at the end, how he weighted certain words.
Did Viktor want to stop?
Well, yes. Maybe. Not really.
"I just need a moment," Viktor ended up dodging the question since he wasn't actually sure of the answer himself either, still concentrating on leveling his breaths. Jayce nodded, holding him gently without rushing him at all, leaving little kisses on the top of his head. Slowly but surely Viktor started to calm down. He was no longer shaking as much as before, and his breathing had evened out considerably, but his heart was still drumming in his chest like the only thing it wanted was to escape. Jayce had started to stroke his shoulder, humming quietly.
"I, um..." Viktor started before clearing his throat "I'm ready to continue now."
Jayce's weight dipped the mattress as he got up.
"Gonna turn you on you stomach. Alright?"
This was more familiar, this was the kind of communication Viktor had come to expect from Jayce. He hadn't even realized how much it meant to him to have that kind of a trusting relationship between them.
Viktor had barely enough time to lift his head to nod before Jayce had already started to roll him over, and Viktor had to turn his head in order to not be suffocated on the pillow. He heard Jayce take in a small breath as he was about to talk, about to ask him, and Viktor spoke up before Jayce could get stuck into another are-you-okay-should-I-stop-circle.
"Get on with it. I thought you wanted to fuck me."
Jayce laughed lightly.
"Another time. I wanna try something else."
Viktor was about to ask what he meant, but but ended up just yelping as Jayce grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks, pressing a small kiss on his skin. Blood rushed to Viktor's face and his already wildly jumping heart gained a speed boost. Jayce gifted him couple of more small pecks, before Viktor felt him open his mouth.
Viktor let out an inaudible gasp as Jayce's tongue invaded him, causing him to jerk in surprise before melting into the feeling. The cold, slippery muscle pushed inside, examining his walls and swirling around his entrance.
Viktor bit his lip trying to suffocate a moan. Jayce answered him with a warm chuckle, one hand moving to find his still achingly hard dick and squeezing it. Viktor squirmed as Jayce started stroking him slow and methodious, pausing to press a thumb on his tip and smearing the precum there.
Despite his attempts to stop it, a small whine broke free from Viktor. He was shaking again, this time because the orgasm was closing in and Jayce's tongue was still inside him and he was aching for release....
"I'm- Jayce, I'm-"he tried, but it was too late to give a proper warning as Viktor felt the orgasm rip through him. He turned his head to yell into the pillow, squirming and trembling. Jayce had decided to pull his tongue out and was now leaning over Viktor's back, kissing his neck.
"That's it... That's it, baby..." he sighed into Viktor's skin, snuggling him tenderly. Viktor mustered a weak whimper in response, which earned him even more kisses.
Eventually Jayce's hands found the rope tying Viktor up and released his hands and legs. Viktor was so sore and aching that it took a while for him to be able to straighten his knees, but Jayce helped him, flopping him on his back and easing his burning muscles with soothing strokes, rubbing him softly.
When Viktor regained enough strength to actually do something else than pant and gasp, he pulled the blindfold off.
Immediately he found Jayce's gentle smile and sparkling eyes, looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the universe. Although Viktor had known it was Jayce all along, had been reassured and comforted, he still felt infinitely better actually seeing his partner, seeing that he was there and real and everything was fine. Viktor rose his arm up to touch Jayce's cheek, and the other man let himself be guided to lay beside Viktor, cuddling closer to him.
"Want me to take you to the shower?" Jayce asked after a while. Viktor hummed in affirmative, throwing his arms lazily around Jayce's neck as the other man sat up and hoisted him on his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. Oh, the little perks of having a strong, muscular boyfriend.
The hot water felt good on Viktor's skin, soft and tender, and finally he started to properly relax. Jayce helped him to sit on a stool and started to fiddle with the soap, while Viktor's eyes wandered on his perfect, tan body. His eyes ended up where they always did, right between Jayce's legs where his dick hung soft and relaxed, and suddenly a small spark of guilt lit in Viktor's chest.
"Did you even get to finish...?"
Jayce gave him a look, then smiled and shook his head.
"No, but it's okay. This wasn't for me."
Well, now Viktor felt a little bit self-conscious and selfish over the whole thing.
"Were you not, umh... into it?" he carefully asked. Far be it from him to make Jayce do something he was not interested in, but he knew that Jayce could sometimes be very eager to please other people even at his own expense. It was a habit Viktor tried to carefully and respectfully root out, for Jayce's own good.
"I was." Jayce quickly corrected as he leaned down to help Viktor wash his back "But you seemed to need my attention more, so..." he shrugged "I'm very glad just knowing you were enjoying yourself."
Viktor frowned slightly, reaching to hold Jayce's wrist, pausing the man's movements.
"I could give you a hand job?" he offered meekly, but Jayce only blinked at him like a dumb bird before his face melted into a warm smile again.
"I'm okay. Just seeing you all tied up for me like a pretty present was more than enough."
When Viktor rose an eyebrow skeptically, Jayce bit his lip, color rising to his face as he finally let the mask drop.
"I... I had a pretty bad day at work. I'm sorry. I was really excited about you, I really was, and I was looking forward to this the whole day and I'm glad we did this, but I'm just..." he looked away, ashamed, and shook his head " I'm really tired. Sorry."
Jayce said it like it was a confession of crime, like he was majorly disappointing Viktor by not feeling like doing anything. Viktor huffed out a chuckle, pulling Jayce's head to his chest and running his fingers through his hair. Jayce dropped his shoulders and surrendered, nuzzling to Viktor's collarbones.
"I didn't actually hurt you, did I? I wanted to give you what you asked for but I was afraid that I might be taking my frustration out on you and I didn't want to, I hope you didn't actually feel like I was going to- " Jayce started to ramble nervously, and Viktor hummed gently.
"Well... I was feeling a bit anxious, but I liked it. And when I used the safe word you listened, right? You did exactly what I wanted you to, you did very well for me. " Viktor comforted him. He knew that praise was like a drug for Jayce. It's what he needed the most to feel good about himself "You gave me all I wanted and you were so, so good today. What do you want now, hm? What should we do for the rest of the evening?"
"Umm, cuddle...?" Jayce suggested with a small voice, and Viktor pressed a kiss on the top of his head.
"Good. We can do that."
It wasn't as if Viktor wasn't tired as well. Of course he was. His body was hurting after laying down all tied up for hours, and he could certainly use some actual rest. He rubbed Jayce's shoulders and kissed his head once again.
"Let's go, then. I would really enjoy holding you."
Even without seeing Jayce's face, Viktor could tell he was grinning from ear to ear. Jayce loved getting to be the little spoon. It was adorable. They would both certainly sleep very well tonight.
Viktor kissed the top of Jayce's head, and Jayce immediately answered by kissing his neck in turn. They exchanged a few little kisses more before deciding to head back to the bedroom, entangled in each other's arms. Jayce bought them soup and Viktor pulled out the book he had taken a habit of reading in bed, and they curled up close to each other under the blankets.
"I forgot to ask," Viktor hummed, stroking Jayce's hair as the other man rested his head on his chest "what was the deal with the gloves?"
"I was handling some acidic substances in lab and forgot to take the safety-gloves off. Then I just decided to roll with it."
"I like when you're wearing gloves. They look good on you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Hmm. I should wear them more often then."
"Good boy."
Viktor could feel the ego growing inside Jayce. That was probably enough praise for a while.