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"Ah, yes, there it is, Room 506, the Apollo suite for Talis. One king sized bed."
Jayce stared at the concierge and blinked.
"One bed?"
concierge nodded
"Yes, the Apollo suite has a single bed." The
"That had to be a mistake."
The man looked at Jayce, the plastered-on faux smile never leaving his face.
" In my Correspondence with Ms.Medarda, she requested our finest hotel room. The Apollo suite is our finest room, but she did not clarify our finest room with two beds." The concierge explained, scribbling something in his logbook.
"Can we downgrade to a room with two beds?"
The man shook his head.
"Unfortunately, all the other rooms are booked; the distinguished inventor competition is our busiest weekend."
"Well, is there another hotel in the area that would have any availability?" Jayce asked, sweat beading on his brow and his stomach churning, unsure whether this was the beginning of his heat or a panic attack. They always felt so similar to him.
"I'm afraid not, sir." He replied, scratching something out on the reservation book seated behind the high front of the desk. "The only hotels I know of that would even have Vacancies at this time of night, during an event such as this, are ones in the next town over. Which, unfortunately, is an hour carriage ride away; even then, I cannot guarantee availability."
"It's alright," Viktor said, walking up next to Jayce, his cane clicking on the marble floor, the sound echoing through the large atrium of the lobby. "Just another opportunity for us to get closer, as partners."
“I assume you two will be taking the room?” The man asked, looking between Viktor and Jayce, as he pulled the golden keys out of the drawer.
“Yes,” They said in unison before looking at each other, letting out a slightly amused huff. Jayce reached out his hand and accepted the room before he felt the sweat start to bead on his brow and the flush start to rise under his collar.
In that moment, Jayce knew this weekend was not going to be easy. The one thing he was worried about happening had all but begun. There was already a faint twinge in his loins.
Jayce licked his lips, picked up his suitcase, and straighted out his back before forcing a smile.
“Let’s uhh, get to our room, shall we?”
“Of course,” Viktor nodded, adjusting his grip on the leather case, before using it to gesture towards the lift enclosed in a golden cage.
Jayce bit his lip and started walking towards the elevator, Viktor following not far behind him with an even rhythm of clicks. But before they got to the doors the clicks had stopped.
“Do you smell that?” Viktor asked, looking around the lobby.
Jayce shook his head, tightening his grip on the metal handle of his own suitcase.
“No, I can't say I smell anything.” Jayce lied, hoping Viktor would drop it.
“Oh, well, I suppose you wouldn't,” Viktor said matter-of-factly. “I betas don't have the greatest sense of smell, do they?”
“N-no they don't.” Jayce said almost through gritted teeth, he toes uncomfortably wiggling in shoes, as all of his clothes began to feel wrong on his body.
“It’s a pity.” Viktor sighed wistfully. “It’s rather… a heavenly aroma.”
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"Are you Nervous, Jayce?" Viktor asked, making himself at home in the circle booth in the corner of the bar, the dim light of the gas lamps reflecting off the dark wallpaper, making his golden eyes look more hawkish than Jayce had ever seen them in the lab.
"No, I'm fine, just tired." Jayce sighed, rubbing his face, feeling a small amount of sweat starting to bead on his hairline.
"Well, that's good. You're not nervous," Viktor said awkwardly. "I thought for a second that maybe we would both be stuttering through the presentation tomorrow."
Jayce didn't respond as much as he'd like to, instead focusing on the headache forming, nestling like an ice pick into the front of his brain, as his stomach started to twinge and churn itself.
"So, have you ever been to a hotel like this?"
Jayce shook his head, staring at the dark mahogany table top, his eyes tracing the faint water stains that littered it.
"No." He said sharply, his fingernails biting into his palms. "We didn't go on many Vacations when I was a child, not after my father died."
"Oh," Viktor said quietly. "Well, I have stayed in place like this when I accompanied Hemmierdinger to a few conventions. "
"Yeah?" Jayce mumbled, not looking up from the table, his eyes tracing the rings on the table.
" I learned that a good bar is what makes a work trip tolerable," Viktor joked with a light chuckle in his voice. "Care to share a drink, Jayce?"
"No, No I’m fine."
"And why not?" Viktor asked, tilting his head, examining the other man carefully, his eyes tracing over his slumped posture and shaking hands. "It's not like we are ones paying, after all."
"I'm not in the mood," Jayce responded, his voice sounding more strained than he would have liked it to.
"Maybe a drink will get you in the mood." Viktor teased, leaning in closer to Jayce, his breath tickling the side of his neck, and Jayce felt the cooling heat in his body whip back up again as he got a faint whiff of Viktor’s scent, Pine and ozone.
"I said no." Jayce snapped as he felt stabbing pain in his stomach, feeling a heat start to trickle and ooze from between his thighs.
"Okay," Viktor nodded, and swallowed harshly, sitting back up straight. "I'll be here if you change your mind."
Jayce gave him a Micro nod, wincing to himself as a sharp cramp hit him with every slight bump of the way-too-low table as he slid out of the dark velvet booth.
"Oh, and Jayce," Viktor called. "I hope you're not too upset over the sleeping arrangements."
Jayce shook his head and kept walking, but Viktor couldn't help an uneasy pit growing in his stomach, so much so that he assumed that his anxiety was dulling his senses, as the sweet smell that had greeted him in the hotel was all but faded as he watched Jayce leave the bar.
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Jayce sat submerged up to his chin in the large marble tub, his eyes watching the brass faucet drip, drip, drip into the icy water. The ache in his gut and in between his legs was not soothed in the least by the water; the only thing taking his mind off the pain was the sheer force of grip he had white-knuckling the tub.
A small wave of water splashed onto the black and white tiles as He groaned, squeezing his thighs together. The dull throb of his cock growing harder to ignore, along with the empty ache of his cunt. Jayce bit his lip and tipped his head back as cunt throbbed with need.
He knew he shouldn't touch himself. He knew that any stimulation during preheat would certainly send him spiraling into a complete heat cycle, but he couldn't help himself. Everything hurt, and he just needed something.
He slowly sat and unplugged the stopper from the drain, gritting his teeth as he went. With shaking hands, Jayce turned the faucet back on to the full force of cool water. He sank back into the tub and slid down the smooth, slick surface so his legs were on either side of the spigot.
Jayce hissed at first contact; the chilly water washing over his throbbing, oversensitive cock was almost too much to bear. Jayce even weighed his options, wondering what was more uncomfortable, the sick twisting heat growing in his gut, unable to be quenched, or the cold stream pounding his cunt, then as fast as the shock set in, it faded.
The water melts away the thick, heavy warmth of his slick, the pointing rhythm on his cock growing into a welcome relief. His hips bucked up into the stream as if begging the water to fill him.
His thighs were trembling as he came, a disappointing minor high, as a thick trickle of slick gushed out. He sighed as he sat up and turned off the tap.
Jayce rose from the tub on shaking legs, the sharp smell of ozone clouding his mind as he staggered out of the bathroom.
He had to go to sleep, maybe if he closed his eyes, this would all be over. He dragged his feet across the carpet, trying not to whine as he felt that heavy pit in his stomach open back up again.
He landed face down on the bedding, which was so warm…. So soft….So…. And the heat came roaring back. Jayce tossed and turned grabbing all the blankets, pillows and—clothing?
Viktor’s clothing seemed to litter the bed, and the smell was intoxicating. Jayce needed it for his best; he wanted to be surrounded by it, covered by it. He didn't want any other smell but Viktor’s. He didn't want any other Alpha besides Viktor; he wanted Viktor.
Jayce grabbed one of Viktor's shirts and balled it up between his thighs, grinding against it, his slick saturating the garment to the point of questionable savability, but Jayce didn't care. This is the closest he’d get to Viktor’s knot.
Jayce hurried his head into the soft down pillow to muffle his moans, almost completely so that if anyone with half their senses were to hear him, they would be well aware of what was going on, but Viktor did not have any of his senses to him.
The door clicked open, and Jayce stilled with a whine, trying not to jump out of his skin, expecting Viktor to laugh at him or turn his face away in disgust, but all he got was a heavily slurred, “Good night, Jayce,” and the other man fell to the bed like a sack of bricks. His cane hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
Jayce lifted his face from the pillow to peer over at Viktor, who had just walked into the room smelling like alcohol cabinet before promptly passing out.
Now, in any other scenario, this would be hilarious, if not the slightest bit sad, but this was not any other scenario. Not with Jayce’s heat being so strong, not with him being this close.
“Vik,” Jayce all but whined as he reached over to touch Viktor, just to see if he was truly asleep. Viktor didn't move. Jayce did it again, and again, Viktor was unresponsive.
“Vik…” He whispered, rolling on top of Viktor’s sleeping form, taking his limp hand and resting it between his thighs, the long knobby fingers sitting barely outside of his hole. “I need you.”
Viktor groaned, shifting his hand, brushing against Jayce, pressing his hips up against Jayce’s, but he didn't open his eyes.
“C’mon, Vik, please.” Jayce whimpered, grinding himself back down against Viktor’s crotch, feeling his half-hard cock twitch under his weight.
“Jayce,” Viktor moaned under his breath, bucking his hips up and Jayce stopped for a moment.
He knew Viktor wasn't awake, that he shouldn't really be doing it, but in the fog of his heat, Viktor seemed to want it as much as Jayce needed it. And Viktor was a good partner right? He wouldn't want Jayce to suffer, right? So it’s only logical that he would want Jayce to be doing this.
Jayce leaned back and hooked his fingers under Viktor’s waistband, sliding his pants down, and palmed his erection through his underwear, his thumb teasing the head of his cock, feeling the fabric get damp under his touch.
Jayce bit his lip and he peeled Viktor’s underwear down his legs, his eyes watched as Viktor's large cock sprang up against his stomach, the blushed tip drool in on his abdomen.
Jayce leaned forward and licked the precum off the tip, almost tempted to take the whole thing in his mouth, but that wasn't for now; he needed it inside his throbbing, needy hole. He needed it to end the pain in his gut, the fire under his skin.
He slid his cunt with a slick, filthy slide up and down Viktor’s cock, panting as the fat bulbous head bumped his cock.
“Vik,” He moaned, bracing his hands on the headboard. He reached down and guided Viktor inside him, indulging in the wide stretch. His eyes rolled back into his head as his walls fluttered around Viktor's cock, and he wondered how thick Viktor already was, how big his knot would be. Could Jayce even handle it?
The thought egged him on even more. Jayce rolled his hips, getting a sleep-addled out of the man below him. Wouldn't it hurt to bounce on it, right? He didn't have to go slow; it didn't really matter if Viktor woke up, did it? Surely he wouldn't be opposed to helping a poor Omega in heat, especially if said Omega was his partner, right?
Jayce lifted himself halfway off of Viktor's cock with a soft squelch before dropping back down. He gasped as the head rubbed against his G-spot, making him see stars. He couldn't stop now.
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Viktor woke, feeling a warm, tight grip of pleasure surrounding his cock. His eyes flutter half open with a groan, the scent filling his nose almost as intoxicating as the spirits he had drowned himself in at the hotel bar.
"Jayce?" He slurred, his vision fuzzy as he focused on the figure stretched out on top of him. Running his hands up the thick, muscular thighs framing his hips to the tanned, slightly soft but well-built abdomen.
"V-Vik, I'm sorry." He heard Jayce's voice whimper above him, but the movements of the body didn't stop. The hips rolled on his, and Viktor was hit with that overwhelming smell again. That sweet lavender and bergamot scent that had haunted him since the moment they reached this forsaken hotel.
"That was you." Viktor groaned, snapping his hips up into Jayce, pulling Jayce down on his cock, trying to get his cock as deep as he could on instinct. The squeeze of Jayce's soft, warm cunt,. "Y-you're in heat."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jayce whimpered, grinding his hips down, grinding his aching cock against Viktor's pubic bone as fat-hot tears rolled down his face.
"You should have told me, Jayce." Viktor panted, reaching up to rub Jayce's swollen, throbbing cock, stroking the hood with the pad of his thumb.
Jayce threw his head back in ecstasy, arching his back as he reached back to grab the sheets, the angle giving Viktor a perfect view of Jayce Slick gushing around his cock.
"Vik, please, please, please." Jayce whimpered.
"Please, what?" Viktor asked in a teasing tone, still stroking Jayce with even pressure. "Please, knot you? Please breed you? Please mark you as my mate?"
"Tell me, Jayce, what do you want?"
"All of it, I want everything."
“Then get on your knees,” Viktor whispered in his ear, and Jayce got on all fours, like the good Omega he is.
Viktor took one of the pillows from the head of the bed and placed it under his knee as he got behind Jayce. His cold, slender hand running down Jayce’s spine felt like a balm to his overheated body. When Viktor’s hand reached the back of Jayce’s neck, he pushed his face straight into the bed and pressed back into him at a rough, uneven pace.
“Such a good boy, such a good omega, my Jayce.” Viktor huffed, snaking a hand down between Jayce’s legs to stroke his cock between his knuckles.
“Vik…” Jayce whimpered and whined into the bedding, his fists balled in the sheets as the pleasure coiled in the pit of his stomach, rocking his hips back into Viktor’s. “Vik, please, I need your knot.”
“And I’ll give it to you, Jayce,” He whispered in Jayce’s ear, his nose nuzzling the other man’s neck, taking in the heady scent before his tongue darted out, tasting Jayce’s sweat. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Viktor nipped at Jayce’s neck, huffing as Jayce ground back against him.
"F-F-fuck," Jayce whimpered, dropping his head to the bed, his walls clamping down around Viktor. "Fuck, Vik, Fuck, I need you, I need. Fuck, I need your pups. P-please give them to me."
Viktor groaned, biting down on Jayce’s scent gland, his teeth bruising the tender skin. Jayce let out a high-pitched whine, the sound going straight to Viktor's cock. They were both completely lost to Jayce's heat, not as if they necessarily cared at this moment.
"I'll give them to you, my Jayce, my Omega, my sweet boy," Viktor mumbled into Jayce’s back, sliding his hands up to grip his hips, pulling them back to meet his thrusts.
Jayce arched his back, melting at Viktor’s words, at his touch. Jayce was drooling on the bed, half gone, feeling the heat start to uncoil in his gut.
“I want to see your face,” Viktor panted into Jayce’s ear. “I want to see your face when I knot you, when I make you mine.”
Jayce whimpered into the bedding as Viktor pulled out, but he was glad to roll over, knowing he’d soon again be filled.
Jayce looked up at Viktor, his soft hazel green eyes begging. His tan skin flushed darkly, and sweat plastered it to his forehead.
He looked beautifully debotched from his swollen, bitten lips down to the tips of his curled toes.
Viktor placed one hand near Jayce’s head, and the other on his hip as he slid inside of him once again, feeling a knot begin to form at the base of his cock.
His mouth hung open as he rocked deeper inside of Jayce, chanting in heavy huffs over and over again as his heavy balls slapped Jayce’s ass.
“Good boy, My Jayce, Let me knot you, please let me knot you.”
“Please,” Jayce whined, thrusting his hips up, feeling the swell of Viktor’s knot stretch him impossibly wide, as he was pushed over the edge of the relief he needed.
Viktor groaned as his knot finally popped, licking the bruised skin in the crook between Jayce’s shoulder and neck.
“D-did you mark me?” Jayce panted as he came down for his knot-drunk heat.
Viktor nodded and buried his face in Jayce’s chest, nodding before squeezing the soft flesh over flowing in his hands.
“I also knotted you too,” Viktor mumbled against his chest before shifting up to cradle Jayce in his arms, soothing his wild sweat-slick hair.
“I did say I wanted it.” Jayce sighed contentedly, melting under his alpha’s touch, before looking at the dark velvet canopy on top of the bed.
“We are so fucked.”