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Being a professor wasn’t as fun as you thought. It wasn’t fun to begin with, but you loved it. The ability to rant about topics you adored for hours to pupils who seemed just as eager to learn was amazing, however, the schedule was horrible. You managed to pull through when you were once a student. You did take days off or attended a few lectures late but as a professor, you would like to display a professional facade. To upkeep this persona, you vowed to attend your classes on time regularly. Or attempted to.
As a result, when the academy has its academic break after a semester, you find yourself up early wandering through the halls looking for something to do. You could correct the piles of assignments on your desk, but it was technically your break too.
On the return to your office, you noticed Jayce’s lab door unlocked. You and him were once good friends. You still are, albeit, it was more like colleagues now. At a point in your shared history, you’d bounce ideas off each other — talking about anything and everything. You both had different career paths and goals, yet you worked as a unit throughout your learning years in the academy.
A friendly conversation wouldn’t hurt, would it? You wanted to catch up. Though, it did seem like you knew everything about him. Your pupils gushed about Piltover’s Golden Boy, admiring his accomplishments. You did too, but you never thought you’d see the day he became Councilman Talis.
Opening the large doors, you enter the spacious laboratory. You expected to see him or Viktor in there, working on whatever new Hextech invention they conjured up, but to your surprise the lab was empty. Tools and papers were scattered on the workbenches, signalling he was previously here. You just missed him.
You could wait for Jayce to return. You were eager for a conversation that didn’t involve your failing students.
Sauntering into the room, you observe the workspace. Morning light trickles through the large window illuminating the items on the desk. Your eyes are drawn to the clutter on the table, and you walk closer to get a better look. Maybe you shouldn’t be snooping around a councillor’s work, but it’s Jayce. He’d understand you mean no harm.
The table is littered with half-done reports and schematics of Hextech gadgets. You were intrigued about the concept of magic, and giving it to the citizens of Piltover. It seemed like a far-fetched fantasy, but Jayce would be one to materialise such a dream. You were biased regarding magic, taking Professor Heimerdinger’s word to heart. No one could fault you. He was one of the founders of the Piltover. He’s seen things you’d never be able to comprehend.
Your eyes land on a device that appears mostly complete. Your fingers trace the intricate pattern etched on the cool leather. Most of it was hidden beneath a stack of documents. You were curious. You might not understand the need for magic, but you were still a scientist.
With care, you remove the item from underneath the mess of papers. The straps dangle as you lift to get a closer look. No way. You let out an exhale in disbelief. You were holding a fucking strap-on. On the dark leather, there are symbols etched into the expensive material. Your finger traces the engravings, trailing to the gemstone located above the O-ring. Jayce was not going to hear the end of this.
The lab door creaks open, and you let the harness fall onto the pile of papers. Your eyes move to the doorway as Jayce enters. He’s startled when he notices you looming over the grand table. He almost drops the cardboard box he’s holding.
“Good morning, Councillor Talis,” you greet, standing upright. “I’m sorry if I’m intruding. I thought I’d find you in here.”
“Just Jayce, please.” He’s smiling brightly at you as he places the box on the opposing end of the desk. He notices where you’re standing, and nervously asks, “Why are you here?”
“I’m hurt, Jayce. ” The tone in which his name rolls off your tongue sends a shiver through his body. He doesn’t realize how much he’s missed you until this moment. You both cross paths occasionally, although it’s never alone. “I wanted to chat with an old friend. Has the Council worn you down already?”
He shakes his head, grinning, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“You’re a busy man. I’m busy too. Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you,” you explain. You say it so casually, and maybe it is that simple, but his face warms. Some nights he finds himself reminiscing about his time at the academy with you.
You were always reckless. There were many times when you were almost expelled. You were lucky Professor Heimerdinger took an interest in you. He found it ironic you became a Professor, yet surprisingly it fit you. As much as you were a nuisance to your teachers, you were also brilliant.
“You miss mocking me, you mean,” he says, and you roll your eyes, but don’t deny his claim.
“Where’s the better half of Hextech?”
“He’s visiting a friend,” Jayce responds, and he notices the subtle smirk on your lips. He recognizes the look anywhere. He’s seen it many times. It made him nervous and simultaneously excited.
You hum in acknowledgement, looking him directly in his amber eyes. Your gaze is intense, looking right through him like he’s glass. He feels trapped in your eyes despite the distance between you. His eyes dart away, and he clears his throat, “How’s teaching?”
“You wouldn’t believe the excuses people will come up with to avoid deadlines,” you scoff, but there’s a fondness in your tone. You’re quick to call bullshit because you’re speaking from experience, Jayce notes.
“How’s Hextech coming along, Mr. Councilman?” You inquire. Jayce is eager to explain the new research he and Viktor have accomplished in short of a decade. He knows you’d understand. You were an inventor too. It’s how you became a Professor by leaving your mark on Piltover alongside him. All the words die on his tongue when you lift the device, the leather belts dangling in front of you.
“Care to explain this one, Conciliman Talis?” you tilt your head in mockery, but you’re genuinely curious. Mixing business and pleasure intrigued you, and Jayce’s need for a strap-on intrigued you more.
He’s stunned into silence. Did Professor Hemierdinger learn nothing? You weren’t trusted to be alone, and although you’ve mellowed out throughout the years, you still didn’t know to keep your hands to yourself. However, you find the entire situation amusing, barely keeping your laughter in as you watch his face fall.
“Is this what you and Viktor have been working on to help the citizens of Piltover?” Your voice fills the silence as you continue to observe the harness. Despite the teasing, you wanted to learn more, and Jayce adored it about you. You weren’t judging him — okay, maybe you were a little, but you desired to understand him.
“It’s a personal project,” he starts. Your brow raised with intrigue.
“Personal?”
“Not like that—” You cut him off with a laugh. It reverberated through the walls of the lab. The sound is nostalgic. It reminds him of years of hard work as well as years of amusement.
“For a friend?” you assume, and Jayce nods. “Why combine a sex toy with Hextech?”
“Pleasure is important. I don’t see why Hextech can’t branch out into further development.” His passion for Hextech is admirable, even in the less serious circumstances. You nod, fidgeting with the straps of the harness. It’s well made, and you’re positive he crafted the leather himself.
“Another branch of Hextech? Sextech, huh?”
Jayce cracks a smile at your words. He’s cute. His sharp incisors are prominent, and the gap in his tooth made him impossibly more charismatic. No wonder he’s Piltover’s Golden Boy.
“How is it any different?”
“It allows the user to feel the pleasure their partner gives them,” he explains, unsure of his own words. Nevertheless, you listen intently. He adds, “It’s a prototype.”
“So, hypothetically, if I wore this magic strap-on and fucked you, I’d feel you squeezing ‘round me?” you ask. You’re joking, but the image of him squirming on your cock flashes in your mind. You’d be able to feel him struggling too. You’re beginning to doubt it was a joke in the first place.
“Yes,” Jayce nods, flustered by your bluntness. You always spoke your mind — another quality he admired about you, especially now. Your eyes meet his again, silently challenging him. You didn’t believe his claim. He knew the kind of scientist you were. You didn’t rest until you found a solution.
You and him are alike, striving to prove a point. Jayce has always been eager to prove himself. If you played your cards right, you could test your hypothesis.
“Can I try it out?” You always knew what to say to leave Jayce speechless. He needed to test it anyway. He’s been struggling with experiments to push the device to its limits, and your offer would be a key part of his study. The concept is very different from previous creations.
“Yeah. I haven’t run any tests yet,” he says, opening the box he brought. He rummages through its contents, retrieving a dildo. Neither of you can hardly believe the current situation.
Jayce is beyond embarrassed, but another scientist aiding in his research is helpful. He couldn’t go to Viktor for this. He had enough on his plate. Therefore, Jayce can’t complain about you becoming his new partner for a while. No matter how annoyingly attractive you are.
“Did you make this too?” You grab the toy from his grasp with a grin on your face. Unlike Jayce, you find the circumstances humorous. The atmosphere is as awkward as Jayce lets it be because you’re assembling the fake dick onto the harness, snapping the O-ring over the toy’s base, and slipping it over your uniform pants.
“Usually, someone else is doing this for me,” you sigh, failing to buckle some belts across the back of your thighs. It’s partially a joke. However, your usual harnesses are less complicated to put on by yourself.
“Let me help.” Jayce is quick to assist you in tightening buckles on your clothed thighs. He mentally notes to lessen the number of straps for his next version.
“Thank you,” you mumble. Jayce steps back after adjusting the harness and marvels at his work. Your ass looks amazing — your thighs too. The leather hugs them adequately. He can only imagine them with your clothes off.
“Very secure,” you note, swaying your hips to prove your point. It’s more comedic than anything as the phallic toy bobs with your movement. It’s around 5 inches long and not too thick, still, Jayce thinks it is a bit intimidating, but it’s not like you’re going to fuck him.
“Is it on?” you question, gripping the length in your palm, and a weird feeling overcame you. You can feel the warmth of your hand, though it’s not pleasurable. It was like a gentle caress rather than stimulation. It was bizarre. Jayce realizes you can sense your own touch and grins a little.
“There’s no switch. Here–” He stalks closer to you and adjusts the blue gemstone above the toy. You look down, observing the movement of deft hands. Then he clasps his hand around the tip, and your hips jerk. He slides his palm along the dildo from tip to base, and you groan loudly. The entire sensation was foreign, and it felt euphoric.
“What’s your conclusion, Professor?” His words are smug, and it’s adorable the excitement that radiates from him from being proven correct. However, your mind was focused on different matters as you grabbed his wrist, urging him to continue his movement.
“I’m not sure. I think we should ensure no issues arise during testing,” you breathlessly mutter. The distance between you is small, your noses brushing together as you tilt your head, meeting his golden gaze. His digits were still wrapped around your cock, and you guided him up and down by his wrist. The noises you made spur him on to jerk you off faster.
It’s nothing like you felt before; different from having your clit stimulated or penetration, however, it was equally as pleasurable. Tension rises in your core, begging to be released as Jayce continues to stroke your cock. You’re probably sopping wet. You’re too busy fucking Jayce’s hand to notice, though.
The entire reason for the invention is to feel the sensation of being satisfied, but you didn’t expect to feel everything. You can feel his strong grip and rough palm as he occasionally squeezes around you. The feeling is overwhelming, and your orgasm steadily approaches. You snap your eyes shut, halting his movement.
“ Wait ,” you gasp. Jayce’s hand falls from your dick, watching your expression. Judging from your reaction, his vision for the Hextech strap-on was possible. It was odd seeing your composure crumble Jayce wasn’t sure if it was the unfamiliar experience or if you easily became a mess when stimulated. He was satisfied with either outcome.
“You should put your mouth on it. Y’know– so we can test its sensitivity to different environments,” you huff out, your voice quivering from the residual pleasure coursing through your veins.
“Okay–” Jayce accepts your poor excuse to wrap his mouth around you, and lowers to the floor. “–but I’ve never done anything like this before.”
His head is tilted as he peers up at you, exposing his neck. Jayce swallows his nerves, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Jayce looks delectable on his knees in front of you, the fake dick mere inches from his face. He glances at the toy, timid, then meets your eyes again.
Even though he’s been pleasing you, he looks like the one that’s been thoroughly fucked. His pupils are blown wide, and his hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead.
“We’ll take it easy, okay?” The affection in your tone sends a thrill down his spine more than comfort. Your thumb tugs on his bottom lip, and he takes it as a silent message to part his lips. Leaving his face, your fingers comb through his hair — a loving action that creates a warm sensation in his stomach, just like when he kneels for you.
Hesitantly, he licks the tip of your cock, causing you to groan. You didn’t expect the sudden sensation, and your fingers buried into his dark locks, yanking slightly. He whimpers as you forcefully guide his mouth closer to you.
One of his hands grips your hip, fingers digging into your flesh and the leather. His plush lips encase the head, and he looks up to gauge your reaction. His movements are unpractised as he takes more inside his mouth. You bite your lip, brows furrowing as you take in the sight before you.
You had Jayce Talis, The Man of Progress, on his knees, attempting to suck you off, and you could feel his mouth suctioning around your cock — a fucking toy. You push him to take more of you inside him. His mouth is warm, and his tongue laps at your tip. He must be lying. There’s no way this is his first time sucking dick.
“Oh, fuck . Your mouth is somethin’ else,” you pant, bucking your hips lazily, forcing more of your length deeper into him. Jayce’s eyes brim with tears as the head brushes the back of his throat. He pulls back, and a sheen of spit can be seen on the shaft. Jayce’s lips are still wrapped around you.
His cock painfully throbs with his slacks. He’s surprised he’s turned on by having a cock in his mouth, but your facial expression tempts him into deepthroating you despite being his first time. He doesn’t, preferring to enjoy the moans you let slip after you fail to keep them, and your hips jerking as if they had a mind of their own with just him suckling your tip. You both were so desperate.
“Jus’ like that. You enjoy being my little cocksucker, huh?” You ramble as you buck into him. Jayce lets you fuck his face. Your fingers tugging his hair as you keep his head in place. He gags softly, the toy nudging the back of his throat. His long lashes clump together from the tears that stream down his cheeks.
Jayce is insistent on watching as you come apart from using his mouth, his eyes looking up. You groan loudly as you come, nearly doubling over. Your hold on his head falls, and your cock falls from his lips.
“Holy fuck,” you gasp, gripping the workbench for support. Your nails scratch the smooth surface. You glance down, and a look of disappointment flashes on your face.
“I don’t have any cum for you to swallow,” you sigh. You grasp his cheeks, using your thumb to wipe his spit from the corner of his mouth. You were looking forward to seeing him eating your cum. Then the realization hit, you don’t have a real cock. You mutter, “Open up.”
Jayce opens his mouth, his pink tongue lolling out. You could tell him to roll over, and he’d listen. Spit accumulates in your mouth, and you let a glob land into his eager mouth. His eyes widen in surprise, but he accepts it, and swallows, savouring your taste.
With trembling legs, Jayce stands upright and presses up against you, pushing you into the table. Your butt digs into the edge, and his cock ruts into yours.
His puffy lips slick with saliva find yours. Jayce whimpers into the kiss, cupping your cheeks. Your hands rest on his hips, and he desperately grinds his aching cock onto the strap-on. You can feel the material of his pants rubbing on your dick. It’s dizzying – his lips moving with yours and the stimulation from the rough fabric.
“You’re so fucking dirty, kissing me after you sucked my dick,” you say between kisses.
“You came in your pants,” he huffs, kissing your neck. You scoff at his words. Touché.
You fumble unbuckling his belt. You’re both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling with each intake of breath.
“Do you have lube?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he replies, motioning to the box on the desk. You look through its content and pull out a bottle. You’ll question him about the mystery box filled with sex toys later. Turning around, you observe Jayce. He’s tugging his pants down along with his boxers, his cock free from its confines. It’s rigid and leaking with sticky precum.
“I should make you fuck my cunt as a control experiment,” you muse. Jayce grins and leans forward to place a kiss on your lips.
“Fuck me, please,” he whispers against your lips. You switch positions, and the back of Jayce’s thighs hits the table.
“Turn around and bend over, babe.” With one final look, Jayce does as he’s told. His head rests on his folded arms, and he bites his lip, anticipating your touch. He arches further when you push on his back, presenting his ass to you.
He shouldn’t feel ashamed. This is for science.
You squeeze an ample amount of lube onto your dominant hand, lathering your digits. Your other hand spreads him open, presenting his hole to you. Jayce’s hips twitch as your index finger presses on his rim, not expecting the cool temperature on his warm skin.
“Shit. Sorry,” you mumble, gently holding his waist. Your finger pushes further, entering him. Jayce’s breath hitches and he squirms in your hold.
His hole sucks your finger in, and you groan. You wanted to feel him clenching around you, but you needed to prep him properly. After a while, you carefully added your middle finger to the mix, stretching him open with both fingers. It felt odd, your fingers dragging along his walls.
Your fingers curl and prod at his prostate. Jayce pushes back to you, moaning. You grin at the revelation, moving your fingers in and out of him. His cock is dripping with precum, and somehow even harder. His hand moves beneath him, grasping his needy length and stroking it, matching your fingers moving inside him. He makes noises he isn’t aware he could make.
A warm feeling pools in his stomach as you fuck his hole with your fingers. Suddenly, you pull your fingers out, and Jayce is disappointed. He can barely handle your fingers. You can only imagine how he’ll behave with you inside him. You squirt more of the cool liquid onto your cock, hissing quietly. You pump the toy, the lube mixing with residual spit as you coat the entire length.
“I’m going to put it in, okay?” you tell him, aligning the head of the toy to his stretched-out hole. You push the first inch in, gasping. Even after minutes of working him open with your fingers, he’s still tight. Jayce groans at the slight burn, but it disperses into pleasure as you press deeper into him, filling him up.
You are unmoving, adjusting to the warmth as he clamps around you greedily. It’s intense. You’re like a virgin all over again. Both of your hands find his hips as you slowly thrust into him. You both moan with each move you make. Your nails dig into his skin through his shirt.
Eventually, you build momentum, fucking him at a constant pace. Jayce is putty beneath you, moulding around your cock, sucking you further in. His hand halts his movement on his dick, focusing on your powerful thrusts. Your hips slap against plush ass, and you’re watching dazed as your cock disappears into his hole.
Your movement becomes uncoordinated as you near your climax. You can tell Jayce is close too. His whines are louder and more frequent with your continuous abuse of his prostate. You want the moment to last longer. You’re unsure you’ll ever experience fucking him with this magical strap-on, so you pull out panting. You plan on prolonging the sensation of him squeezing around you as long as possible.
“Turn around. I want to see your face when you come,” you say. Jayce’s thighs quiver as he turns around, lying on the desk. He throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Papers are sticking to his back. He had soaked through his work shirt with sweat. He hopes they weren’t crucial reports.
You step between his legs, lining up your cock with his fucked-out entrance once more. His cock drips precum onto his shirt, staining the fabric as he anticipates your cock stuffing him full. You fully sheathe yourself inside him with a groan. The new position allows him to feel you even more. He can feel each ridge crafted onto the toy, and the tip nudging his prostate. His walls flutter around you with each subtle movement.
You grip his thighs, spreading him wider. You rock your hips but immediately stop after a few minutes. Exasperated, you gasp after nearly coming after a couple of thrusts. Silent tears streamed down Jayce’s cheeks from the intense pleasure. The tears glimmer in the light, and he looks stunning. It was unusual to see the collected man disarrayed. It made you ache even more.
“You look so pretty cryin’ on my cock, Jayce,” you groan. He sobs, the sound bouncing off the lab’s wall when you start fucking him again. The new angle has you pushing on his G-spot. His nails scrape at the sturdy desk, desperate to hold onto anything. Your movement becomes clumsy as you pound into him. They weren’t graceful to begin with.
“I’m close,” he whines. You can feel him clenching around you desperately as he nears his climax.
“Me too,” you reply.
“I think if you fuck me any deeper I’ll get pregnant,” he says breathlessly, his amber eyes locking into your lustful gaze. You huff out a laugh, and your hand wraps around his cock, moving up and down, coinciding with your thrusts.
“Yeah? I think you like that. You want me to come deep inside you. Knock you up,” you taunt. He whimpers, nodding helplessly. His hips buck into your palms as he climaxes, spilling his cum into your grasp.
“Instead of being at the Council, you’ll be taking care of our baby,” you continue, your cock sliding in and out his hole. You’ve practically fucked any logical thoughts out of his head as he lays limp on the table.
“Yes,” he cries weakly.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” you moan. You continue to fuck him through your orgasm. You eventually stopped, and your legs were like jelly, wobbling. You were struggling to keep yourself upright. Each orgasm you had with the strap-on was stronger than the last.
You weren’t sure how you were going to have sex with a regular strap-on. Or sex that didn’t involve Jayce Talis. He fucking ruined you.
You slip out of him, sitting on a nearby chair. You felt frustrated that you couldn’t care for him afterwards, but your legs were about to give out at any moment. You stared at your thighs as they shook. You still had the magic toy attached to you.
“I’m sorry I can’t help you. You must feel disgusting,” you say, eyes following Jayce as he buckles his belt, and attempts to fix his clothes. The lab was a mess. There were documents on the floor and you think the table moved from your coupling.
“I’m fine. Are you okay?” He asks, observing your dishevelled appearance. “I have to recalibrate the gemstone. The sensations were too high. I could make it adjustable.”
“And it would require additional testing?”