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It was no secret that Jayce had gotten his way around. That he was sexually active. He had men and women lining up just to get a taste of him. And a handful of them were lucky enough to get to go home with him. Being a well-off man with more than good reviews of what exactly his tongue could do certainly helped.
He was a suave talker and could get anyone he could ever want into his bed. So often, that his roommate had known about it, despite the fact that he worked full-time.
His roommate had to hear through the walls. And quiet, Jayce certainly was not. When Viktor came home to see another car in the driveway, he always knew what that meant. That he would have to turn his television louder than the pornographic sounds coming from the room over. Or to plug in his headphones and blast music until he couldn't hear his own thoughts.
When Viktor had seen the listing online for a roommate, he hadn't thought much of it other than the apartment being close to his work. He hadn't thought anything of the stranger he'd be sharing a living space with. With brief exchange of words other than the talk of rent money and bills, he truly did not know anything about Jayce. Six months had gone by and he still didn't know anything about him other than what he looked like fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist. And he silently understood how he managed to bring someone new home every night, without fail.
It hadn't crossed his mind but a few times how pent up his roommate's sexual urges must be to need to get his fix so often. It was through moments of silence, when an episode was autoplaying or between changes of songs that he could hear erotic noises of satisfaction. In those seconds, Viktor could tell exactly what position he had his partner in, based on sound alone. When the sounds of skin slapped skin, or when breathy moans were muffled from either cunnilingus or fellatio occupying his mouth, or when the moans were stolen away from the start of an orgasm. Oh, and orgasm he did. Numerous times, even.
Viktor just ignored it.
He had to.
What else was there to do?
It was after a long day of grading papers that Viktor returned home one day, that he sighed when he saw the extra vehicle on their street. He shrugged off his messenger bag and coat, leaving it on the hook by the door. Making his way to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water. He threw it back then left the cup in the sink.
As he returned to the comfort of his room, he struggled to find a way to suppress the invasion of his ears. Flipping his pillows and shaking the sheets of his made bed, crawling over the mattress to look between the bed frame nightstand- he couldn't find the remote to his television anywhere. And of fucking course he had left his earbuds in his office that day.
Failure after failure landed in his path. Until he was forced to simply lay on his back, legs stretched out over his duvet and realize that there was no sound barrier between his room and Jayce's.
He huffed heavily. He had never once complained about having to live with such a promiscuous man. Never once banged on his roommate's door to demand him to quiet down. Yet now, he was considering it.
Viktor closed his eyes. He calmed himself. Without meaning to, he listened. He evaluated.
Muffled groans came from the other side of the drywall. Wet gargling was quite distinct through it all. And the awareness that Jayce was sucking off a man in his room set in. Whines sounded from an unrecognizable source and he knew without a notion of doubt that it wasn't Jayce making that sound. Embarrassingly, at this point he could likely pick out Jayce from a crowd based on a sensual breath alone.
Jayce didn't seem to be doing too terrible of a job, judging on the whispered swears that traveled through the wall.
Viktor actually hadn't processed when exactly the heel of his palm had found its way to push circles into a bulge growing in his slacks. Yet when he realized what he was doing, he didn't halt the action.
It didn't take long of listening for a full erection to be pressing against the tight seams of his pants. Then slender fingers were undoing the buttons and sliding down the zipper. With mindless precision, he shoved a hand into his underwear and palmed himself under the cover of his clothing. Dry skin on dry hot skin.
It felt nice.
That was, until Viktor knew he wouldn't be able to lie comfortably until he had dealt with this, eh, problem of his.
“... fuck, babyyy…” He heard from an unfamiliar tongue.
It was then that he wrapped his hand around his length and used the back of his wrist to pull his boxers down lazily. He adjusted the way he was laying, throwing his head back on the pillows. His good leg folded at the knee, his thighs spreading further apart.
Spit finds its way to his hand and the moment he starts stroking himself, he catches himself imagining the lips of his roommate wrapped around his appendage instead of his own shaky digits.
With a pace set in a found rhythm matching Jayce's lack of breath heard through cardboard-thin walls, Viktor came to the quick conclusion that it was quite difficult to cover his mouth consistently with one hand while the other pumping his length. Then, he just figured there was no point in being quiet, given that Jayce never returned that courtesy. His hand fell to his side to grip the sheets by his head.
Filthy moans spilled from his mouth as he pictured Jayce between his legs and being the one to further his pleasure. It did feel wrong on some level to be getting off to the sound of his roommate fucking someone, but it felt too good to stop by now. The shame was outweighed by the thoughts of his hand tangling in Jayce's hair and pushing his head down.
He was thinking about Jayce's nails digging into his hips, gripping his thighs. Viktor's wrist started hurting, yet he couldn't find it in him to pause for even a moment. It truly didn't take long of fucking his fist for a knot to form in his stomach. His teeth embedded into his bottom lip, jaw clenched tight as his legs dared to shake. He quickened his pace, the dried spit made the friction uncomfortable yet he persevered.
With thickly muttered swears whispered in his mother tongue, he finished at long last. The strings of his release landed on the stomach of his shirt, darkening quickly against the white fabric. Viktor huffed, laying there on his back, hyperventilating. Then his clean hand was smoothing down his hair away from his extremely red face.
When he finally caught his breath, his shaky fingers were undoing his shirt. He tossed it to the side and it landed in his hamper. He lifted the waistband of his underwear so his soft dick would be put away as he made his way to his bedroom door. Opening it, he caught a glimpse of the front door being pulled shut by the guest who was leaving. And Jayce was leaning against the counter, in nothing but his boxers.
Jayce wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his palm. He was looking right at Viktor, his lips blushed and slick and his pupils still blown. Viktor froze in the doorway, looking up and down the sweaty bare skin. He swallowed hard, silent. He managed to look away and padded his way across the living room to the bathroom, unaware of the staring that Jayce was using to commit his roommate's back brace to memory.
Viktor looked at himself in the mirror, shaken as he washed off his hands and grabbed a rag to clean himself up. When he was sure that none of his come was smeared against his skin, he left the bathroom.
Jayce was still leaning against the kitchen counter, looking right his way.
“You know, I think you're the first person I've met that's louder than I am,” Jayce had uttered into the air so simply. As though he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest at the inclination.
“Fuck.” Viktor mumbled. “You heard that?” He was now staring at the linoleum flooring, desperate to avoid any eye contact.
“I definitely heard it when you moaned my name-” He was crossing his arms over his chest now
“I did not-” Viktor was quick to defend himself. Upon second thought, he considered it. Had he, in the moment of bliss, really called out the subject of his fantasy?
He must've been obvious in that moment, caught in his lie, because Jayce laughed. “All you gotta do is ask. No need to be shy, V.”
Viktor's head snapped up to look at Jayce, eyes darting down to see him kneading his erection through his hazardously thin boxers. The thinner man’s mouth fell slack, jumping sights between the big brown eyes that met his with a sense of unsatisfied hunger and back down to Jayce's hand squeezing at his own cock.
Viktor stood there, without a clue in the world on how his roommate could possibly be so casual about all of this.
Jayce’s eyebrows furrowed, inviting the other closer.
“Fuck- Are you not wore out?”
Jayce shook his head, “Hearing you jerk off kept me going strong.”
“Don't let that hit your ego too hard,” Viktor found himself whispering.
Jayce cracked a smile, shrugging as he turned on his heels. He made his way over to his bedroom door, and turned to give one last invitation with his eyes before retreating to his bed.
Viktor was already half hard in his pants once more when he limped over to the door, reluctantly. The horny thoughts in his head spoke for his decision making as he closed the door behind him.
Jayce was spread out on his sheets, pawing at his dick over his boxer briefs. He waited for a moment of direct eye contact to slide them off and discard them to the floor. Viktor stared, his hand going down his still unzipped pants to grab at his own sensitive length. Jayce gripped his cock, his quite large cock, at that.
“You top?” He asked, stroking himself absentmindedly.
When Viktor nodded, Jayce smiled warmly. He leaned over to grab the bottle of lube that was still on the bed and used an index finger to gesture at Viktor to come closer. He obliged.
The moment Viktor was close enough to the bed, Jayce moved to all fours, pulling the Czech man by the waist of his pants closer. Hands that were so big they could probably wrap entirely around Viktor's throat were pulling the slimmer man’s pants down. When he took the entirety of his length down his throat, Viktor's head fell back with a gasp, his eyes fluttering shut.
His eyes cracked open to see Jayce taking him like a champ. It was through this moment of overwhelming bliss that Viktor knew for certain that Jayce was terribly good at doing what he did. His knees felt incredibly weak as he stood at the foot of the bed, weaker than usual at that. A pale hand made its way to hold the back of Jayce's head, his previous fantasies coming to life so perfectly in front of him.
Viktor whimpered when Jayce pulled away, the loss of contact hitting him like a hammer to the chest. Jayce smiled once more, the gap in his teeth pairing so very well with his plump and swollen lips.
“You're good at that…” Viktor spoke under his breath. He was staring without one thought behind his eyes as his roommate turned, bent over for perfect viewing. He didn't look away when Jayce lubed up his fingers and began fingering his own ass with his face pressed into his pillows. Viktor fucked his fist while leaning to unbuckle the straps of his knee brace. His brows furrowed in concentration as he stripped entirely.
He crawled up onto the bed, one of Viktor's hands palming Jayce's ass and giving it a nice squeeze. He groaned under his breath at how good it felt, the skin on skin contact. His nails raked up and down the arch of Jayce's spine, tracing lines while the larger man continued to fuck himself with his fingers.
“Beautiful,” he found himself mumbling while he grabbed the lube and warmed it between his palms.
Viktor ran a slick hand up and down his length in slow strokes, then Jayce moved his hands aside, tilting his head away from the sheets so he could speak. “My safeword is hexcore.”
Viktor fought a chuckle. “How'd you come up with that?” He spoke as he was lining himself up with Jayce's hole.
“Just made it uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh-” Jayce was cut off from continuing when Viktor had pushed his hips forward. A delicious moan fell from his lips at the slow entry. Jayce rutted softly back against Viktor's hips during this process.
Viktor was hissing a whimper through clenched teeth and didn't manage to breathe clearly until his hips were firmly slotted against his roommate's. With his hands wandering to massage Jayce's thigh muscles, Viktor's head hung low. It was sharp inhale after long exhale from him until he considered himself somewhat adjusted to the tightness clenching his cock.
He nodded to nobody but himself before withdrawing himself nearly all the way then slamming his hips against Jayce's once more. It didn't take long for him to find a rhythm in his thrusts despite how much the waves of pleasure overwhelmed his mind. His fingers were now embedded in the sides of the latter’s hips just as they began to rock back against his own.
The lewd sounds of slapping skin fell silent compared to the moans that escaped Viktor. The combination of Jayce's groans that fell into the air was damn near harmonious.
Fuck, why hadn't they done this sooner? Viktor wasn't too far off from the accusations of being shy- he never would have had the balls to initiate this interaction. Thanks to him and his voyeurism, he was now graced with the courtesy of fucking his roommate raw. And, by gods, did it feel amazing.
It was the sight of seeing Jayce's strong back arched down so perfectly beneath him that pushed him further and further to his breaking point. A sense of guilt filled Viktor at the thought that he wasn't going to get to savor this for long. That was, until Jayce started moaning vile words.
“Pl-ease-” Jayce whimpered, slurring his words through moans, “Come in- in me-”
Viktor fell forward, the metal of his brace pushed firmly against Jayce's back. An arm wrapped around Jayce's stomach, holding him tight as he pounded into him without mercy. His free hand made its way to wrap effortlessly around Jayce's thick shaft, jerking him with the excess lube that was left on his hands. With matched pace, Jayce was screaming into his pillow just as Viktor's hips started stuttering.
Viktor’s legs trembled as they came in glorious and loud synchronization. Jayce's orgasm painted a mess onto the sheets under him with his cock still twitching even moments later. Viktor’s breath caught in his throat when painted Jayce's insides, the latter’s ass clenching him tightly in reflex.
Viktor didn't move from laying on Jayce, the hand that had been gripping his roommate's dick was now joining his other in wrapping around the man's stomach. He pushed his face against Jayce's back, forcing his rough breath against his skin. He was trembling, shaking with struggling inhales.
Jayce then dropped his knees. Viktor's followed suit, laying flat on top of his roommate. And his roommate was now adjusting himself to hug the pillow under his head. Viktor committed to the courtesy of lifting his hips and pulling his now soft dick out of Jayce with a quiet pop. Jayce didn't seem to mind the come that dribbled out because he didn't say anything.
They were both well spent from the multiple rounds they had gone through both individually and together. The room felt so silent now with just their breathing and the lack of moans to echo around the walls made it all seem so devoid of life.
The silence did well to lull Viktor to sleep through his leftover exhaustion. And Jayce didn't have an issue with that. Though he was so used to sending his dates home after, it felt odd to not fall asleep in an empty bed. But he did. And it was one of the best sleeps he had gotten in a long, long time.