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The room was dim, bathed in the soft flicker of Piltover’s city lights filtering through the curtains. The air was thick with warmth, their breaths slow and heavy, mingling in the quiet of the late hour. The sheets were a mess around them, half-kicked aside in the heat of it all, but neither of them cared.
Jayce was pressed firmly against Viktor’s back, his chest molding perfectly to the curve of his spine, one strong arm draped over Viktor’s waist, keeping him close—keeping him right where he wanted him. His breath was hot against Viktor’s ear as he dipped his head, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below.
“You’re too quiet,” Jayce murmured, his voice deep and husky with something darker, something wanting. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against Viktor’s hip, just above the waistband of his sleep pants. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Viktor exhaled shakily, his body tensing for just a moment as Jayce rolled his hips forward, slow and deliberate, pressing himself against Viktor in a way that made his breath catch. He could feel everything—the heat, the hardness, the way Jayce wasn’t even trying to hide how much he wanted him.
“You are impatient,” Viktor muttered, though his voice was breathless, betraying the way his body reacted, pressing back into the touch without thinking.
Jayce smirked, teeth grazing the shell of Viktor’s ear before he kissed the spot just below, his hand splaying against Viktor’s stomach, fingers tightening slightly. “And you like it,” he countered, rolling his hips again, this time slower, making sure Viktor felt every inch of him through the thin fabric separating them.
Viktor let out a soft sound—not quite a moan, but close enough to make Jayce’s grip on him tighten. His fingers dug into Viktor’s hip, guiding him back into the movement, setting a slow, maddening rhythm.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Jayce murmured, his lips trailing lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Viktor’s neck.
Viktor’s breath hitched, his fingers gripping Jayce’s forearm where it rested against his stomach, like he needed something to hold onto. “Then we are even,” he managed, though it was barely above a whisper.
Jayce chuckled, the sound dark and low, vibrating against Viktor’s skin, rolling his hips again, slow, deep, leaving Viktor gasping.
Viktor’s breath was uneven, his grip tightening around Jayce’s forearm where it still held him firm against his chest.
Jayce was relentless—slow, teasing, his hips rolling in a deliberate rhythm against Viktor’s body, each movement sending a shiver up his spine. His lips ghosted along the back of Viktor’s neck, trailing down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the dip between his shoulder blades.
“You feel so good like this,” Jayce murmured, his voice thick with heat. His fingers splayed against Viktor’s stomach, stroking slow, lazy circles against the soft skin there. “So warm, so perfect against me.”
Viktor swallowed hard, his body betraying him as he arched ever so slightly into Jayce’s touch. “You are…” He exhaled sharply as Jayce thrust against him again, pressing in deeper, harder this time, the fabric between them doing little to lessen the sensation. “…intolerable.”
Jayce chuckled against his skin, the sound dark and low. “You keep saying that, but you’re not pulling away.”
Viktor didn’t respond—not in words, at least. Instead, he reached back, fingers threading into Jayce’s hair, pulling just enough to make him groan softly against his neck. Jayce nipped at the sensitive skin there in retaliation, soothing the sting with his tongue a moment later.
His free hand trailed lower, dipping beneath the waistband of Viktor’s sleep pants, teasing at the edge without fully committing, drawing a shaky breath from Viktor’s lips. Jayce smirked, relishing in every little reaction, every small sound he coaxed from Viktor’s usually guarded composure.
“Tell me what you want,” Jayce murmured against his ear, his voice deep, rough, his fingers moving agonizingly slow.
Viktor let out a quiet, shuddering breath, his body already giving Jayce the answer he wanted. He turned his head slightly, his lips barely brushing against Jayce’s jaw as he whispered, “You already know.”
Jayce grinned, pressing his lips against Viktor’s temple, his hand finally slipping lower. “I just like hearing you say it.”
fingers teasing just beneath the waistband of Viktor’s sleep pants before finally reaching his clit. Viktor sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening around Jayce’s forearm as his hips jerked instinctively into the touch.
“Jayce,” Viktor gasped, his voice breathy, strained with need.
Jayce groaned softly, reveling in the way Viktor reacted to him—so controlled in every other aspect of his life, yet so completely undone in his arms. He circled it slow at first, teasing, drawing out every shudder, every hitched breath. His hips kept moving against Viktor’s, keeping that torturous rhythm, grinding into him in tandem with every slow drag of his fingers.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Jayce murmured, his lips brushing against Viktor’s ear before trailing down his neck, sucking a mark just beneath his jaw. “Falling apart for me.”
Viktor let out a low, shuddering moan, his head tilting back against Jayce’s shoulder, exposing more of his throat. His body moved on instinct, pressing back against Jayce’s hips, rolling into his touch, caught between the heat of Jayce behind him and the slow, steady strokes of his fingers.
Jayce’s breath was heavy against his skin, his own restraint fraying as Viktor moved against him, as his name fell from Viktor’s lips in a voice he never heard in the daylight. His touch was more harsh, his pace quickening just enough to make Viktor’s breathing turn ragged, to make his fingers clutch at the sheets, desperate for something to ground himself.
Viktor could barely find the words, barely process anything but the molten pleasure building in his core. His body tensed, his breath catching as Jayce’s middle and index finger pushed in, pushing him right over the edge.
Viktor came with a broken moan, his body trembling as he released over Jayce’s fingers, his entire world narrowing to nothing but the sensation of Jayce’s body pressed so tightly against his own, the sound of his name on Jayce’s lips.
Jayce groaned, pressing his forehead against Viktor’s shoulder, still grinding against him, chasing his own pleasure. It didn’t take long—watching Viktor fall apart in his arms, hearing the sounds he made, feeling the way his body trembled against him—it was all too much. With one final roll of his hips, Jayce let out a deep, shuddering breath, his own release spilling against Viktor’s lower back as he buried his face against his neck, panting.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, their bodies still tangled, sticky, and spent. Jayce pressed a lazy kiss to Viktor’s shoulder, his arms still wrapped tightly around his waist, unwilling to let go just yet.
Jayce flipped them over so he was on his back and Viktor was laid on top of him. Viktor chuckled and turned around so he was straddling Jayce’s midsection. “Not finished yet, I assume?”
Jayce shook his head and gripped Viktor's hips, Viktor ushered himself off of Jayce to struggle to take off his trousers. He also struggled to pull down Jayce’s boxers. He huffed and straddled Jayce's hips, his cock between his ass cheeks as he slowly began grinding against him, Jayce whined. “S-stop teasing..”
Viktor chuckled and shuffled himself back and sat down on Jayce's cock, his mouth was left wide open and he gripped onto Jayce to get used to his size for a second. Jayce rubbed his hips, soothing him. “Want me to take over..?” Jayce asked lightly. Viktor quickly nodded before Jayce flipped them over and placed a pillow under Viktor's hip for comfort.
Viktor let out a small whine before Jayce pulled almost all the way out, leaving only his tip inside Viktor. Viktor let out a shaky breath as Jayce pulled back, his eyes fluttering closed briefly. He spread his legs wider, “Go ahead.” He said softly.
Jayce pushed back in making Viktor gasp, his back arching off the bed
Jayce growled, grabbing Viktor's hips and pulling him closer, he snapped his hips forward, going deep and hard. He knew Viktor could take it. He watched Viktor throw his head back, his body wracked with pleasure “You like that..?” He asked, giving him another deep thrust.
Viktor let out a loud, breathy “yes!” as Jayce buried himself to the hilt with another thrust, causing Viktor to moan loudly, his nails dug into Jayce’s back, he had opened his mouth to say something else when Jayce hit his sweet spot.
“J-jayce!” Viktor cried out, his body convulsing as Jayce nailed his sweet spot dead on. His eyes rolled back and he felt like he was losing his mind with the intense pleasure. “D-don’t stop!” he begged, his voice slightly shaking with want and need.
“Fuck Vik.. your cunt is so pretty.. It wraps around my cock so well..” Viktor gasped sharply, a shudder running through him at Jayce’s arousing words. His hips bucked involuntarily, craving more of the thick cock, stretching him wide.
“V.. I’m so close! Where do you want me.?” Jayce asked, moving his thumb to Viktor’s clit.
“I-Inside! Please Jayce don’t you dare stop fucking me!”
Jayce nodded as he continued to thrust roughly into Viktor’s tight pussy before he released, not stopping his thrusts until he felt Viktor release around his cock. Jayce slowly pulled out and watched his cum leak from Viktor’s cunt. He dipped down and used his tongue to clean out Viktor, Viktor’s hands immediately gripping the sheets “t-too much!!”
Jayce pulled away and wiped his mouth before cuddling up to Viktor again. “We should do that more often..”
Viktor sleepily nodded before dozing off like they had originally planned.