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Shallow breaths were filling the entryway to Viktor’s apartment, thin walls making the little gasps and moans audible from outside. The door shook when Jayce pushed Viktor against it, hand placed on his hip to soften the impact.
Their faces were so close their noses were pressed together, Jayce’s other hand clenched against the door. Their lips were only a flinch away from each other, an impulsive movement keeping them from giving in to the building heat. As though to taunt Jayce, Viktor left his lips slightly agape, looking up at him with those eyes that melted Jayce’s core in an instant.
"Fuck." The deep groan that escaped Jayce sent shivers through Viktor, surging his hips forward. He would be embarrassed about the fact that he was clearly hard already, if Jayce wasn't even more eager, desperately rubbing against him while keeping that centimeter of distance between their lips.
"That's.. cheating." Viktor somehow managed to choke out words between muffled moans, all too aware of how close Jayce was, watching him so intently. There was something about being watched by Jayce, all intensity and desire but most of all utter adoration. As though Viktor could do no wrong in that moment.
"You can always give up. Fuck, Viktor. Kiss me. I'll give you anything you want, I'll fuck you so well, just-"
The heat surged to Viktor's head, clouding his thoughts with lust. What the hell were they even doing this damn bet for? It would be so easy, to lean in, lick over his lip, trace that scar, suck on his tongue and melt. But he'd be damned if he didn't hold onto his pride. And perhaps more importantly he would not lose to Jayce Talis.
"Ah, you- you'd like that, wouldn't you? I won't just give you the win. You'll have to properly humiliate yourself for me, puppy." The whine he received in return was glazed in desperation. Jayce pressed his leg between Viktor's thighs, his hands roaming anywhere they could. They settled on his waist, gripping him tight while rutting against him even harder. Viktor had to bite down on his lips to keep filthy moans from escaping him.
"Say you want me, Viktor. Don't hold back. I want to hear you." His thumb pressed down on Viktor's lip, opening him up and pushing inside against that stubborn tongue.
"God I miss your tongue. I want to fuck your mouth, feel your spit on my cock. You're so pretty when you drool all over me, taking me so well." There he was, rendered defenseless against this onslaught of words while thick calloused fingers stuffed his mouth. He would be lying if he said they weren't making him harder, pleasure building up and drumming inside his ears. He missed it too, having his mouth stuffed and feeling so full and being looked at like he was the prettiest thing in the world while his face was stuffed with cock. But it reappeared, that devilish pride, and he bit down on Jayce's fingers.
"Viktor- holy shit."
Jayce suddenly trembled, pressing Viktor harder against the door, rolling his hips against him deliberately and slowly. He was breathing hard against Viktor's neck, holding still in that position for a few seconds.
Jayce was a big man. Strong and heavy. When he pressed against Viktor like that, air began to escape him and with Jayce's fingers still in his mouth he was struggling to breathe in. There were a few panicked muffles that slowly turned into deep guttural moans as his cock kept twitching against Jayce's leg, so so desperate for release and air and for Jayce to let him go but fuck please squeeze him harder-
Until he too was overwhelmed and whining and cumming in his pants.
"...Huh? Viktor?" Jayce seemed to regain consciousness all at once, quickly pulling away while still holding onto Viktor, who was limp and twitching in his arms.
"Mmmfh.. I think... I need some help walking."
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It started as a petty squabble. Jayce claimed Viktor was constantly horny, Viktor refuted that sex with Jayce always took ages because he had to come at minimum twice. Somehow that ended in a bet of who would last longer without touching the other- which lasted for about two minutes before Jayce started incessantly whining how it wasn't fair, so they changed the condition to a kiss instead.
"So the bet is which horny loser is more stubborn and gets pent up easier?"
"You have such a way with words, Vi."
A wide grin covered Vi’s face. She was leaning back, one arm resting on the backrest of Caitlyn’s chair, the other holding her beer. She would always stay ahead of Jayce, taking an extra swig when she saw that he was starting to turn green.
"I'm afraid you're going to lose, Jayce." Caitlyn chimed in, taking a small sip out of the whisky glass she’d been nipping at all evening.
"Yeah, you're needy dude. Ever since you started dating you've been clinging to him nonstop. You're lucky he's into you for now, but once the honeymoon phase is over? He'll be sick of you."
Jayce was staring daggers into Vi who was happily snickering.
"...Not like you'd fare any better."
"Me? You wouldn't last a day without these lips, Cupcake." Buzzed as Vi was, she was trying to lean into Caitlyn and press a smooch on her cheek, but was gently kept at bay by the blue haired woman.
"If you want to win this fight Jayce, it might be time to employ some psychological warfare."
"Isn't that a bit much?"
"I don't think you're taking it seriously enough. Your integrity is on the line. Viktor will lose all respect for you if you give in."
Jayce seriously considered it and arrived at the conclusion that Caitlyn wasn't that far off. If he lost this fight he would forever be horndog Jayce, he would never be taken seriously as a man again and slowly Viktor would fall out of love with him and-
“Besides, do you really think you can outlast Viktor?”
"...What do you suggest?"
"It's simple, really. If my assumptions are correct Viktor should by now be used to you touching him constantly. Deny him that and he will be asking for your attention soon enough."
Vi leaned in a bit closer so Jayce couldn't hear. "Do you think Viktor is that easy? He seems pretty strong willed from what I know."
"Definitely not easy. But he is someone who takes what he wants. Using someone's weakness to crush their spirit is simple but effective as a strategy."
"Someone ever tell you you have the makings of a dictator?"
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“I’m home!”
“Welcome back. Shoes off.” Without even seeing him, Viktor warned Jayce just as he was about to step out of the entryway. Jayce grumbled but kicked off his shoes. He didn't mind really, just hadn’t made a habit of it yet.
“How are Caitlyn and Vi?”
“Great. Still in love. Kissed a bunch to rub it in.”
“Nothing stopping you. I still very much love you, after all.”
Viktor looked up from his book and leaned against his arm. It always brought him pleasure to get Jayce worked up. He was pouting dramatically, a sweet kind of anger in his eyes.
Jayce inched closer towards Viktor, placing his hands on his shoulders to massage them. Viktor leaned back with a sigh, stretching his neck to look up at Jayce.
“You will be the death of me.” Jayce whispered, voice roughened from alcohol. The dim lamp illuminated his hair, washing it in golden light.
“What joy. To die in each other’s arms.”
His heartbeat was quickening as Jayce leaned in closer, hovering over his lips for a moment. Then he leaned further down, placing soft kisses on his neck until he reached his Adam’s apple, gently sucking on it. Viktor breathed out through his nose, preventing an embarrassing noise from leaking out.
“Jayce, my neck will cramp.”
Jayce let out a soft noise, something between a sigh and a moan, before moving away from Viktor, allowing him to raise his head again. He left his hand on his neck, rubbing circles into his flesh with his thumb.
“Plus, you stink. Take a shower before going to bed.”
“Yeah, alright.”
Viktor smiled to himself, eyes shifting from the book before him to watch Jayce head towards the bathroom. He hadn’t shaved in a while, which was somewhat unusual. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but Jayce was particular about shaving and grooming. He heard the shower turn on, the noise quickly filling the apartment. He knew Jayce liked to lather all kinds of products on his skin, resulting in him smelling like heaven whenever he left the shower. His hair received the same attention, including his beard, so Viktor couldn’t help but wonder if it was to draw more attention to his mouth. It was just as likely that Jayce simply forgot to shave, it certainly happened before, but the part of his brain that liked to gnaw on things wouldn’t let it go. Jayce knew Viktor loved it when he grew his hair out, he had a strange fascination with it. Was it to entice him, to get him to give up on this little game of theirs?
He hadn’t so much as looked at his book again by the time Jayce came out of the shower. He was wearing his half of the pajamas they shared, the pants. His upper body was exposed, still the slightest bit wet. The chair squeaked against the wooden ground as Viktor turned it towards Jayce, lifting his arms and extending them towards the man.
“Come to me, my love.”
A curious glimmer reflected in Jayce’s eyes. The kind of expression he’d have when trying to figure out the inner workings of a machine. He approached Viktor to stand before him, quickly finding himself with shivers running up and down his back when Viktor’s cold hands pressed against his waist. He looked down at Viktor through long, heavy lashes, fluttering as his fingers pressed against him.
Viktor leaned in closer to press his face against Jayce’s stomach, taking a deep breath to take in all the different scents. Vanilla, sandalwood, coconut. He smelled like he had been kissed by the sun, mixed with a soapy cotton fragrance. Jayce’s hands trailed down, hesitant for a moment before rubbing some of Viktor’s hair between his fingers.
“Did you smoke today?”
“Hm.. a bit.” Viktor pressed some open-mouthed kisses against his skin, occasionally letting his tongue trace over him.
“Are you in pain?”
“Not unusually.” He pressed his cheek against Jayce and rested his head for a moment. Only his hands continued to massage him, soft and hard in the most perfect way imaginable. Jayce couldn’t help but smile.
“Have you been growing your hair out?” Viktor mumbled, speech slightly obstructed due to how his head was positioned. He felt a prickling heat develop around Jayce’s stomach. Curious.
“Oh.. yeah, well, you have been too right? I figured we could do it together.” Jayce chuckled nervously, twirling a long strand of hair around his finger. Viktor’s face was still pressed against Jayce’s stomach. but he turned it to look up at Jayce. His golden eyes were glittering. Adoration. Devotion.
Viktor’s lips were beginning to seek his skin again, peppering small kisses on him as he was moving down his navel. Soft hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his pants tickled Viktor’s skin. He continued moving down, hot breath hitting the chub that was rubbing against his face. Jayce took deep, shaky breaths, clinging to every bit of self control he possessed.
“Why won’t you give in, Jayce?” The way his name rolled off his tongue immediately made Jayce’s eyes snap to Viktor’s mouth. It was curled into a smirk, well aware of what it was doing.
“You know you want to. I might even reward you for it. You said you miss my mouth, didn’t you?”
A growl that sent shivers down Viktor’s spine came from Jayce. He rocked his hips against Viktor’s cheek, gripping his hair tighter and tugging on it. “Looks to me like you’re the one who’s thirsty for cock.”
Viktor licked over his lips, a low chuckle coming from him. “Just yours.”
How was Jayce meant to resist him? His voice, his touch, he was a magnetic force that Jayce naturally gravitated towards. He wanted to give, with little consideration for himself, but knew well that to give meant at times to take. Viktor asked for his pleasure, wordlessly, with those stunning golden eyes. How could he ignore it when it was an ode to his heart?
And well, seeing his partner rub his mouth against his cock made him pretty horny.
Viktor let out his breath against Jayce, feeling him twitch in response. His hand was running up Jayce’s leg, all thick and hard muscle, then slowly pulled down the pants that were separating him from his treat.
Hot and heavy, tip leaking delicious pre-cum that Viktor eagerly slurped up. Jayce inhaled sharply at the contact, a moan escaping his lips.
“Not so sudden…” It sounded even more pathetic than he expected coming out of him and he gulped as embarrassment built up, red on his cheeks and neck.
The mischievous smile Viktor had up until then turned soft as he placed his lips against his shaft.
Oh how he missed them. Feverishly, undeniably. He wanted nothing more than to have them on his, even feeling jealous of his own dick. He hadn't realised how much of a luxury it was to be allowed to taste him. Sweet and heavenly, rough and soft. Everything he craved and more.
Soft kisses quickly turned into long strokes from his tongue as Jayce was getting harder, swollen red cock pressing against porcelain skin. Viktor’s pretty pink tongue wrapped around him before he redirected his focus, tongue remaining pressed against him while slowly moving up, now pressed against the soft curve right below the tip. Jayce shivered at the excruciating pace, rolling his hips to encourage Viktor to continue.
He twirled around his head, pressing it flat against his tongue before looking up at Jayce again, the man groaning with an adorably tense expression. Teeth clenched, eyebrows furrowed, precious how sensitive he was. Viktor decided he had enough of teasing him, sliding his cock in his mouth, immediately surrounding Jayce with the wet heat he would probably sell his soul for.
“Fuck, Viktor. I’m gonna.. I’m gonna be a bit rough now, okay?”
Viktor’s eyelids fluttered, still getting used to the sensation and barely registering what was being said to him. By the time words made sense again the grip on his hair had gotten stronger and Jayce pushed his cock down his throat, all the while panting and watching Viktor’s pupils dilate.
It was a satisfactory painful pressure to be stuffed so thoroughly, leaving him only able to focus on breathing through his nose, closely pressed against the dark curls surrounding Jayce’s shaft. Seems like he skipped trimming that too, not that it bothered Viktor. He nuzzled himself closer to fully take in his scent, the sweat, the smell of arousal, the smell that was most natural to Jayce, that he couldn't scrub off or cover up even with his cheapest cologne.
His cock was only gliding down deeper within Viktor, surrounded by those soft wet walls that welcomed him so eagerly, despite how unnatural it should be. But god it always felt natural to be inside Viktor, his warmth so familiar and peaceful that not a single thought remained in his head but to fuck him and cover him in his cum. Cover that pretty face, perhaps one day that cute pair of glasses he wore on occasion, connect those stunning moles with it.
As he stared at Viktor’s face, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, all those fantasies he’d been carrying with him for years were once again flashing through his mind, commanding him to fulfill them now that he finally could. But he realised quickly that there was no need to fantasize. He was fucking Viktor’s mouth and it was real and right in front of him- something he still had a hard time accepting. No fantasy of his could beat this very moment; nor the overwhelming desire to paint the inside of his mouth white.
Jayce was panting like a dog. He could barely tolerate his cock leaving Viktor’s mouth the slightest bit, immediately shoving himself fully inside him again. There were a few tears dripping down the side of Viktor’s face, but when they locked eyes Jayce’s movements stuttered. He was still inside Viktor, warm tongue pressed against him, throat tight around him. And Viktor’s glossy eyes were filled with nothing but love.
Jayce held still, his heart racing, hands holding Viktor’s face. They were incapable of breaking that eye contact, as though it were a betrayal if they did. As though both of them would feel abandoned. Their chests were rising with every breath, utterly silent beside their quiet groans. The longer he didn’t move, the more Viktor began to moan, sending vibrations through his dick. Jayce’s breathing picked up its pace once again, a slightly deranged expression painting his face.
“Stick out your tongue for me.” Jayce said, caught in a trance, and slowly pulling out his cock. Viktor choked for a moment and had to swallow all the saliva that built up, letting out a few coughs. Jayce held onto his face, cupping it on both sides, and gently guided it to look up at him.
Viktor had drool running down his chin, that beautiful fucked out and slightly overwhelmed expression. He seemed to remember what was asked of him, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Jayce’s breath hitched in his throat, he had been slowly pumping his own cock, keeping himself on the edge while waiting. Finally he pressed the tip of his cock against Viktor’s tongue- and let his cum burst out. It pooled on his tongue, thick obscene amounts that spilled over and ran down his throat. Jayce couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, not allowing a second of this sight to be lost to him. He pulled himself away, getting down on his knees, hands still firmly placed against Viktor’s sharp cheekbones. He was breathing shakily, not moving his tongue in order to keep the cum in place.
“My taste is all over you…” Jayce whispered gently, lovingly, impossibly tender for this situation. Viktor whined, but Jayce shushed him.
What was it again? Deny him affection to get his attention- right, that was the plan. The plan to get Viktor to kiss him, so that he wouldn’t lose and remain a respectable man.
Well, whatever.
Their lips finally crashed together and they let out a guttural moan almost simultaneously. Their tongues were lapping against each other, smearing his cum all over their mouths. It was bitter, salty, but he’d eat anything off of Viktor’s tongue. Through the blinding post-orgasmic bliss he started to notice Viktor’s whines and that he was tugging on his arm, desperately trying to get Jayce to pay attention to his own cock. He had unbuttoned his pants and his pink cockhead was drooling pre-cum.
Jayce moved his hand to Viktor’s cock, carefully stroking it while greedily sucking on his tongue, biting down on his lip and then pressing them together again, personal space becoming an obscure concept. He felt the need to take advantage of these moments, when he came closest to melting together with him, completely becoming one.
“Jayce, I’m-”
“You’re close?”
Viktor nodded quickly, his whole body trembling as he approached his peak. Jayce glanced down at his cock in his hand and without a warning leaned down to take him in his mouth.
Viktor reacted almost violently, close to jumping off the chair if he wasn’t weighed down by Jayce. His nails were digging into Jayce’s back, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair. He let out a sharp hiss, clenching his jaw, body strung tight. Then finally his orgasm rolled over him. He let out a sigh of relief along with sweet moans as he relaxed back into the chair, pushing Jayce deeper on his cock.
“Boże święty…”
Bitter, salty, delicious. For Jayce it was bliss, feeling Viktor’s cum coat his tongue. He savoured the feeling, the smell, before snapping back into consciousness and holding back from swallowing his load.
He had a better idea.
He got up from his knees, the nerves of his legs buzzing and tingling, and leaned over Viktor who was still clawing at him, trying to get him closer. Jayce took hold of his chin, tilting his head up and opened up his mouth by pushing his thumb inside. Viktor’s eyes went wide for a moment, his pupils flickering as thoughts raced through his mind, then the light flush that covered his skin turned a deeper shade of red and he opened his mouth wider, tip of his tongue sticking out the slightest bit. With their lips close again, Jayce opened his mouth and let Viktor’s cum drip into his mouth.
His hand wandered down to Viktor’s throat, feeling it extend when he swallowed himself. He trembled under Jayce’s gaze, shaky fingers pressing into the muscles on his back. Frustrated with the gap between them, he slung his arms around Jayce and pulled him in, letting out a satisfied sigh when their lips were joined again. Tension and heat slowly melted as they kissed, softly now, a lazy rhythm returning and calming their beating hearts.
When they separated Viktor let out a low hum.
“Didn’t know you had that kind of kink.”
“No, I uh… wasn’t aware either. It just seemed right in the moment.”
“To feed me my own cum?”
“Sorry.”
Viktor chuckled and pulled back his arm to stroke his cheek, though more so the soft curly hair covering it.
“I suppose it’s a truce then.”
“How generous of you.”
“Yes, well, I don’t want to be too mean to my needy boyfriend."
With a kiss on Jayce's forehead the ordeal was resolved, no more bets keeping them from each other. Though it was really just a matter of time until they competed over another trivial matter and they were sure to use it as an excuse to act out a perverted fantasy once again.