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Jayce felt dizzy, standing so close, inhaling Viktor's scent. Fuck, he smelled so fucking good, could anything smell this good? Having, in the past, lingered a little too long over Viktor's shoulder, Jayce knew this was not the first time he'd appreciated his partner's musk— had thought he'd just liked the scent of anise and cream chalk. Now he knew it was because it was Viktor, it was his essence. God, he was in love, it was both a miracle and a curse he hadn't folded sooner.
"I know what I want now," was Viktor's soft reply, glancing down at his lips only for a half-second. "And you?"
Oh.
Jayce flushed, not believing if he caught the insinuation.
If it was going where he hoped it was going.
Not daring to believe it was, but hoping so, so much for this second chance— heart clenching as he recalled this same question on those lips only a week ago, when he had been obtuse enough to think Viktor was asking about a coffee order, when he knew full well Viktor didn’t even drink coffee, and he had carried this hopeful lingering look in his eye that, from a certain angle, matched the one Jayce would direct towards Viktor every time he wasn’t paying attention. Which was rarely; Viktor was almost always paying attention, even somehow when his back would be turned and he'd still called out "What do you need, Jayce?" before Jayce could ask for help himself. It was one of the innumerable qualities Jayce loved about Viktor. So it went without saying, he had spent the last few years of partnership in a half-sorry state of desire pining for his best friend, and the last week wishing he could revisit that one encounter, where maybe he could have been brave and done something about it.
This Viktor, hopefully his Viktor, was peering up at him with ears cherry red— was he nervous?— Fuck, Jayce was nervous too. Inching closer, Jayce felt his heart palpitate out his ears, his eyes locking onto those gold ones, endlessly beautiful. Caught off guard, Viktor took a half-step back and exhaled, but he didn't break eye contact. The red had crawled into his cheeks, dancing above the mole on his right cheek. Gods, that mole. Jayce unconsciously licked the corner of his lips.
Realizing he was getting lost, Jayce rushed to answer before the moment passed, gaze reacquainting to Viktor's. Here’s to being brave.
"I do. Wh-What should we do about it?" A dare proposed in his tone. They shared a nervous breath.
Viktor took a step forward, so that Jayce could closely peer into his glowing eyes, and he was brought back to the night he met Viktor, the way he’d saved him with his words, the way he’d stared into his soul as he’d introduced himself, bathed in the moonlight, It’s Viktor. Gorgeous, lovely Viktor, since the start. "We should stop talking."
Fuck, okay, so this is really happening. Right? He wasn’t imagining it? Stop talking, he could do that. Viktor bit his bottom lip, and it dawned on Jayce that if he wasn’t totally misconstruing the situation, he might be able to do the same soon to him. Gods, he wanted to. Had fantasized about it more times than he could count, really. Every time Viktor ate one of those goddamned puff pastries and licked the cream off his lips. Or worried at his bottom lip when he was lost in thought. Or just fucking breathed in general. All of Viktor’s little idiosyncrasies were precious to Jayce, each one made him want to kiss him all the more.
Seeming to match the sentiment, Viktor's gaze traveled down, looking vulnerable and hopeful.
Please let this be real. Please let this be real.
And so it was.
The confirmation came in a rush of dopamine as his mouth finally met Viktor's in the middle of their shared question, finally answered. His leash came loose. Tongue, teeth, Jayce's hands desperately cradling Viktor's beautifully sculpted face— truly, Adonis would weep. And he was the lucky fool who finally got to brush those high cheekbones, claim that perfect pout, fuck, the way his mouth merged perfectly his own. Everything was right in the world. Viktor was clutching onto Jayce's vests, knees slightly buckling as their tongues wrapped around each other and their heated breath mingled. And, ever the gentleman that he aspired to be, and not at all for the fulfillment of his selfish fantasies, Jayce let his hands travel to Viktor's graceful waist, lest the thinner scientist's legs caved.
Jayce shuddered. Viktor shuddered too, but melted into the touch, letting a moan of pleasure escape, one that Jayce swallowed hungrily, one that he would replay long after this encounter. No stranger to giving Viktor what he wanted, Jayce slipped his hand underneath his pinstriped shirt to touch the glorious skin beneath, and his reward came in another needy whimper from Viktor.
"J-Jayce." Messy, wanton bliss. The sound of his name was hot and caught between Viktor's sharp breaths, as they broke from their kiss. "Sorry, need to breathe."
"I'm here, it's ok, we'll take our time," Jayce, still panting, reassured him. "Gods, Vik, how can you be so- so perfect?"
Jayce could tell from the blush creeping over Viktor that he was overwhelmed from the adoration, light mauve dusting his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Reaching out, Jayce ran his fingers through the soft tousled locks of chestnut hair, because, for some unthinkable and holy glitch in reality, this was something he was allowed to do now.
"I-I've always loved your hair. This," Jayce said, kissing his widow's peak reverently. "and this..." twirling his locks, the same way he'd caught Viktor doing when he was working out equations in their lab. "It makes you look like... a sexy mad scientist," Jayce said tenderly, embarrassed at his admittance yet needing Viktor to know. "Like, you don't even try, but it suits you so well. A mad scientist, and, honestly... a little bit like a prince." Because it was true. Since the first night he'd seen Viktor, in the midst of his failed experiments, he had been struck by Viktor's tragic elegance. A brooding vampirish savior, his dark knight, ruler of his dreams.
He watched attentively as Viktor's eyes slightly widened at his words, before seeming to retreat into himself, turning his head slightly away from Jayce.
"You would hardly think a prince would have grown in squalor, creating miniature boats in the sewage of the Undercity," Viktor wryly remarked. "But... thank you." He added shyly, turning back to Jayce, eyes appraising him yearningly, melting him into wax. Heart spiking excitedly, Jayce wished he would look at him like that always. To have his unrelenting attention, one of Viktor's inventions touched masterfully by those capable long fingers.
"Of course, I have always thought you looked quite handsome yourself..."
As if answering a wish, long fingers trace over his chest and shoulders, making him shiver with need.
"Body built in the forge, hard and strong, accustomed to trial... "
Mirrored hands cradling his cheeks, thumbs intentionally stroking his short stubble.
"The handsome face of Progress, chiseled to perfection..."
"Viktor..." Jayce keened, eyes widening. Every nerve was awake and alive.
The fingers toying at his loose strands of his otherwise gelled hair.
"A beautiful mind, and kindness to match," he finished tenderly.
Jayce snapped.
Every neuron in his brain was firing serendipitously as he ground his hips into Viktor, who let out a startled cry. He knew he should be ashamed, after Viktor's generous praise, but it was precisely that praise that tipped him over to his long-coming fall. Every faculty of his brain had combusted, replaced only by an animalistic instinct to feel Viktor against him.
Thankfully, Viktor's surprise only lasted a few seconds, before he reciprocated Jayce's fervor, grinding back onto him, the twirling in Jayce’s hair turned into a tugging, only driving Jayce further into madness.
"Ngh.. ahh— Jayce... fuck, you are so good. Better than I could ever have imagined, a wild thing just for me."
Fuck, Jayce only ever longed to hear this combination of filth and flattery from Viktor's mouth.
Tugging Viktor's red tie loose, he crowded the slim scientist into the bookshelf behind them, brows knitted and eyes rolling at the sight of their clothed erections flush still against each other. A few minutes passed like this, both of them grunting and gasping at their greedy frottage. Jayce could swear the circulation in his crotch was about to be cut off, matching the oxygen in his brain.
How he was supposed to function— seeing Viktor's cock strain against his trousers, like a fantasy come to life— he could not fathom. Feeling the friction of it against his own hardness, on the other hand, fuck, was incomparable, he had only spent the last few years yearning for it. It wasn't enough, he suspected it would never be enough, the chant of more, more, more echoed in his ear.
"I'm sorry, tell me if it's too much." Seeing Viktor's refined face twisted into an expression of agonized longing was tugging at his last ounce of restraint.
"You do not— ahh!— you do not have to be gentle with me, Jayce, I will not break. Take all you want.”
That was all the permission he needed to start working at Viktor's pants, and he would've felt bad that a button fell loose from his fly in the process, if not for the single all-consuming desire to swallow Viktor whole, literally and figuratively, whatever he was allowed to get of him, which was, thankfully, "all he wanted." Once he shoved the offending garment off, Jayce greedily palmed at his length through white boxers, mouth watering at the clearly outlined proof of Viktor's arousal.
"Hahhh... doing so good, these hands of yours are perfect, I've always wondered what they would— ah, feel like, Jayce, watching you wield them. Honing metals and greeting politicians. Hahh... no, this is precisely where they belong, on me, touching me." Viktor fervently rutted into Jayce's calloused hands, clinging onto Jayce's left arm as his right one worked Viktor up and down.
"Viktor," Jayce rasped, breathless, because all of his life was pinned to this moment, Viktor's words undoing him. "Fuck, yes, yours, only ever yours. I love— I love feeling you, hard for me."
Stroking at a languid pace, relishing the novelty of Viktor pushing into his palm, Jayce was fully mesmerized by the muffled moans escaping him, Viktor's hands cutely raised at his mouth to unsuccessfully hide his pleasure. The clenching of his jaw, the bead of sweat on his neck. Jayce did not hesitate to lick it up, eliciting a sharp gasp that he chased with another eager kiss.
Eventually, Viktor pulled away, seemed to force his eyes open, prying them apart with great effort. Beautiful.
"Our disposition is entirely unfair. Let me... let me feel you too," Viktor said, still breathing heavily. Half-disheveled. Hair askew and adding to his charm. Amber eclipsed by dilated pupils. Jayce was pleased with himself, knowing he was the one who did that to him.
He would have been glad to touch Viktor forever, probably would have come doing it, but he acquiesced. "Okay."
And with that, Viktor wasted no time, promptly unzipping pants, reaching under the hem of his trousers, and pushing both layers down to his knees. Looking pleased at the sight.
"Ungh..." Jayce winced, embarrassed as his hard cock sprang up humiliatingly, meeting cold air.
It was both degrading and exhilarating the way Viktor was eying him, a predatory glint in his gaze. He felt so damn exposed, loved feeling like he was under Viktor's microscope.
A scientist himself, Jayce inscribed Viktor's following touches to his memory, even as his wires short-circuited and his breathing became erratic. First, Jayce registered the back of Viktor's right hand— once, twice, feeling like a feather ghosting his sensitive shaft, goosebumps springing on his arms as endorphins flooded. Letting out a dizzy moan, he reminded himself to repay the favor, as Viktor purposely let the back of one his fingers catch and drag on a vein on the way up.
Then, followed by languid loose strokes, reaching his base and climbing all the way back up, so that his palm dragged on his frenulum.
"So big, Jayce. You do not seem to know how to be average at anything."
"Ahh, please, Viktor! Ohh fuck, that feels so good, I love you—"
The light touches paused suddenly, Viktor's expression wide-eyed and touched, like he did not expect to hear it.
The hesitation lasted for a moment before he resumed. These touches were charged with heat and purpose, pumping him with a tight and heavenly grip. He felt a tug on his neck and registered Viktor's free hand pulling the end of his necktie like a leash. And wasn't that a vision, the idea of being Viktor's pet.
"You've grown even bigger. I did not think it possible," Viktor mused, biting his bottom lip.
"It's because of you," Jayce half-mumbled, half-moaned at being so closely observed by those keen eyes, dipping his head into Viktor's neck and finding a mole to kiss. "You made me like this."
"Is that so?" Viktor said, voice clearly strained and still laced with playfulness.
Still pumping him with his left hand, positively rendering Jayce mad, Viktor used his right one to efficiently pull at the knot in his tie, easing it from his neck. They worked together, Viktor pulling back one side of Jayce's vest from his broad shoulders, while Jayce shrugged his arm out of the left.
"Off," commanded Viktor, tugging at his final black dress shirt. Jayce felt his head spin and obeyed quickly- he would always obey quickly- unfastening his buttons and shedding the layer.
Immediately, Viktor splayed his hands on his tanned chest. Jayce shivered, muscles tensing below his palms, as Viktor spread them across his shoulders and back to his pecs, and Jayce took a mental note of the way he lingered there and licked his lips. His thumb started flicking across one of his nipples. Jayce jerked his head back. Fucking hell, Vik. He didn't know if he was thinking it or saying it. There was no doubt that Viktor felt it in his racing heart, the warmth radiating off him.
Seeing his response, Viktor pinched lightly, testing the waters.
"Someone is sensitive," he purred.
And as Jayce's panting intensified, so did the speed and pressure of Viktor's movements. The fingers that teased his nipples started rolling and rubbing hastily. Rubbing turned into pulling. Indeed sensitive, Jayce bared his teeth, breath uneven, feeling raw and submissive— Viktor's plaything. As if the stimulation wasn't enough, Viktor leaned his gorgeous head down to test a lick, and fuck, that nearly did him in. Nnnnnhh, ahh, Viktor, Vik, oh gods, oh fuckkk. His arms braced on either side of Viktor's head.
It struck him all at once. That yesterday, he was pining for this man pathetically, took what few touches he could get. Celebratory pat on the back after making a breakthrough on their research. Casual brush while passing Viktor his sweetmilk, before he could reach for it himself. Bumping into each other while vying for space on the chalkboard.
And now, the object of all his desire— gentle, brilliant, ethereal Viktor— has his hot tongue on him, somehow wanting him back.
The revelation was reinforced immediately by the licking now turned into sucking, said tongue expertly drawing circles. "Hah..."
He was thrusting mindlessly, needing friction. Only after he smeared precum onto Viktor's shirt did he remember that Viktor was wearing far too many clothes still. "You're wearing far too many clothes," Jayce verbalized.
Viktor suddenly lifted his head, lips red with exertion. Though his vision was hazy from earlier, Jayce successfully gave them a quick peck, because he could, before moving to disrobe him, as quickly as possible, if he had a say.
His fingers reached out to undo the first button on Viktor's remaining shirt, when Viktor clasped his hands to stop him, eyes panicked.
"Wait!"
Jayce froze. "What's wrong?"
"I- I am not built like you, Jayce..." His eyes shifted, voice softer, withdrawing. "You might be... discontented by what you see. I am skinny, and pale, and, by no means a marvel, like you."
Jayce frowned, sorry that Viktor thought of himself so negatively.
That he didn't see himself the way he— and, if the shy glances and stuttering blushing exits were anything to go by, the way Sky too— saw him. Blocking the thought of Sky from his mind (Viktor was his, he thought, a little ashamed at his possessiveness), he cupped Viktor's cheek affectionately. Stroked his cheek with his thumb.
"That's not possible. Trust me, Viktor. I mean, everything about you is gorgeous. And, uhm, like I said, I think you're sexy, like..."
"A mad scientist?" Viktor finished wryly. Self-deprecating.
"Yeah. Emphasis on sexy. And also... just amazing in general. Your golden eyes, I mean have you seen them? I could look into them all day. And your voice, measured and calming. I could be having the worst day with the Council, and it always grounds me. You're also just the smartest person I know, just about as brilliant as brilliant can be. I love talking to you, learning from you. And... okay, uhm, well, I may have already caught a glance before? Of you. When we were both attending the Academy."
"Oh?" Viktor's brow lifted at this quizzically. At least he was looking at him now, and a blush started to resurface at his cheeks. That was a good start. "But we did not even know each other then. And I don't particularly recall streaking in the Academy halls."
"Yeah, you're right... but maybe I was curious about the exceptional apprentice Professor Heimerdinger couldn't stop touting about. How this protégé was working on a prototype for an exoskeleton. One that would allow people with paraplegia to walk, for short periods. And maybe I walked by your room while you were trying the prototype on... in only your boxers. And, uhm. Maybe I liked what I saw?" Jayce finished, embarrassed.
"Oh. I... I see," Viktor said, with a mixture of shock and amusement. "I did not realize our Man of Progress had such... voyeuristic tendencies. You never announced yourself."
"I-" Jayce hugs the back of his neck with one hand. "I was going to! But then, well, I had lingered a bit too long. I mean.. Do you know you have, like, a constellation on your back? You have the prettiest moles. You're skinny, but in a way that suits you. Elegant. I could go on. By the time I remembered why I'd come to visit you, I'd stared so long it felt awkward to intrude."
Shuffling his feet, Viktor said timidly, "I wouldn't have minded. I would have loved to trade ideas with you. You have a way of taking a step back from the paintbrush to see the whole canvas. You would have probably saved me hours of needless calculations. And no... ehm, I did not know that." His cheeks were fully pink now.
"Well, I'm glad you know now," Jayce said tenderly, leaving another kiss on Viktor's forehead. "After that, I didn't come back, moved on with my studies, locked it in the back of my mind. I hadn't even known I was interested in men until... until I got to know you more, when we started working together. Then I replayed the encounter out and, well, let my imagination run,” he huffed the admission shyly.
Viktor looked at him for a moment, eyes analyzing him like he was trying to work something out.
Then, at last, he said, "Okay."
"Okay?"
"You may undress me."
Jayce chuckled. "Oh, thank heavens."
Concentrating hard, Jayce doubled down on his efforts at removing Viktor's shirt, finally tossing it to a nearby desk...
Only to be caught off guard, again. He had almost disregarded, in his haste, that, in the last two years, Viktor had relied primarily on a back brace to protect his spine from the twisted posture threatened by his bad leg. He had told Jayce all this off-handedly one night, during a particularly strenuous round of Hexclaw testing, when he'd caught him rubbing his back, wincing.
Raking in every detail of the intricate orthosis, Jayce took in the brown straps draping over his left shoulder, holding the golden and steel hardware encompassing a beautiful pale chest. These straps extended downward past the central brace, drawing parallel lines on either side of his abdomen. Seductively, Jayce's mind said against his will.
The assembly matched his leg brace, and together they did not help his mad scientist allegations, which was doing things to Jayce’s already intoxicated head. Though Jayce preferred Viktor didn't need the braces in the first place (it had always hurt to see Viktor in pain), a shameful part of him thought it only added to his allure.
"See? Beautiful," he whispered. "Just like I thought." He swallowed hard.
The now-undressed scientist lifted a hand to hug his own arm, and averted his gaze, as Jayce's eyes roved over him.
"You can help me take this off." Viktor turned away, as if to hide the blush he now saw creeping to his shoulders.
The view of Viktor's back rendered Jayce newly aghast— a vertebrae of rivets lined his back, and Jayce realized that the brace was bolted to five particular inserts, which must have been surgically embedded in his spine. His heart panged for his partner again. "I- I had no idea. I'm so sorry Viktor. You went through all this alone. I should have been there for you. Does it hurt?"
"It is nothing I am not used to," Viktor replied vaguely. Jayce would bet that he was lying. "And I did not give you the chance... But that is for later. Now please. Remove the bolts, carefully. Press and rotate at the same time."
"Alright. But we are going to get back to that later. You can tell me anything, I just- You saved me, once. Let me try to do the same for you. Or at least... help."
Viktor nodded and gave him a hesitant smile. "In Zaun showing your vulnerabilities was the foremost way of getting yourself killed. It was deeply ingrained in me. But... I will try. It seems like you are also my weakness. Perhaps my strength as well."
Touched, Jayce squeezed his hand, smiling. "You're not alone anymore, Viktor. I'm always going to have your back, as long as you let me in."
Viktor shied away from the earnestness, as if overwhelmed, cutely deflecting, "Always the golden boy."
Jayce chuckled. "Now about that brace." He kissed Viktor's cheekbone. "First let's sit, though. Just in case."
He guided Viktor to the luxurious bed tucked away at the corner off their lab, seating them so he was positioned behind him.
"You'll have to tell me if I'm doing it wrong. O-or if it hurts."
Jayce laser-focused on the task at hand, carefully following Viktor' instructions to press and rotate, press and rotate. One by one, he removed the thick bolts and set them aside, one hand supporting the weighted metal so it wouldn't burden Viktor's shoulders after unfastening.
As Viktor worked on his leg brace, Jayce slipped his fingers beneath Viktor's straps, beginning to unbuckle them. He didn't miss the way Viktor shivered at the unexpected contact, and then nestled into it. His skin was hot.
Jayce let out an exhale, heart thumping in his ears at the intimacy of the situation. He was also so pent up. Viktor guided him in unbolting the final mechanism circling the brace around his chest, and Jayce reached around his slim frame to finally free his torso from the brace. Viktor sighed deeply in what seemed like a mixture of pain and relief.
"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"At the risk of sounding repetitive, I am not made of porcelain. You- you may continue. Please." His please was laced with something that sounded like anticipation.
Perhaps a little over-eager, Jayce's hands roved avidly and carelessly across his lovely spine, earning a breathy hiss from Viktor. He drank in the sight of the dotted canvas, the speckled moles finally tangible and touchable.
Bending down, he laid a trail of sloppy, needy kisses on each starry mark. Counted himself as part of Viktor's orbit. Absolutely fucking magnetized as he marked and licked and touched to his fill.
"Not porcelain. But just as flawless," he growled lowly against his skin.
When he drew back to admire his work, he saw Viktor was blushing to his shoulders, utterly gorgeous, red-purple splotches where he had focused his tongue... indentations, where he had applied maybe just a little bit of teeth.
"Hah, Jayce, you truly are a wild dog."
"You like it," Jayce ventured. Betting he was right by the rise and fall of Viktor's chest.
"And? Are you my pet, then, Jayce? Should I put you on a leash, in case you misbehave? It seems you may have a penchant for it."
A penchant for being on a leash, or misbehaving, Jayce wondered. Either way, did it matter? Viktor's words went straight to his cock. Viktor, who leaned against Jayce's chest, reached a hand up to grasp at his neck possessively. Shifted backwards to press into his leaking dick. Jayce moaned, and melted forward into the hot skin, hips jerking forward subconsciously, clenching his jaws to maintain some semblance of self-control.
Jayce groaned. Please, yes. Anything for that. "Would you really?"
"If it would make you mine. Would that please you, to be at my mercy?"
"I've always been at your mercy, hahh, but yes— fuck, Viktor, let me be yours, I'd do anything for you, please."
He cursed himself for acting like a feral beast rather than a pet— forgive me, Viktor, as he ground into him heedlessly, head rubbing against the dimpled small of his back.
"Can I?" He said, two fingers implicitly slipping underneath Viktor's boxer waistbands, toying with the soft flesh below. "I need to touch. I-if you'll let me."
"Asking like a good boy," Viktor said hoarsely. "Hahh... You may."
Jayce almost panted at the compliment. He used both hands to finally discard of Viktor's final piece of clothing, pulling him flush against him, chest to back, letting out a moan— Viktor, fuck, it was Viktor, otherworldly, unreachable Viktor, who was completely bare against him. His slender back perfectly slotting against his broad one. The view of Viktor's member flush against his stomach, already aching. Pretty and long and veiny in all the right places.
He wanted to taste.
He wasn't the only one who was feral, and he felt an unbelievable rush as Viktor rocked his hips back, so that the crease of his bare ass was sliding up and down against Jayce's aching erection.
"You feel, hah, so so good Viktor, Viktor, oh fuck, are you feeling good? Can I move too? Please, hah, please say yes."
"So eager. Yes, feels good, hah, yes, move, I can't believe-"
Jayce thrusted up to meet Viktor's movements. "Jayce!"
Jayce took no time, grabbed both of Viktor's pert cheeks and pried them apart to make space for his length, and he slid up, nestled in between.
“Ah!” Viktor yelped.
“Do you like that, V? Feeling me slide against you?”
Viktor didn’t respond, but nodded hastily. So cute.
Up and down, up and down, Jayce teased occasionally against Viktor's hole. Reveled in the responsive arching of his back. Sucked down on his neck. Ran his hands up against Viktor's chest, up his neck, clasping his chin to bring them to a ravenous kiss. Jayce could feel his eyes roll back as Viktor's eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, as Viktor bit down on his lip, claiming.
His vision was blurring. If there was a litmus test for sanity, he was sure he'd failed long ago. He watched, felt, Viktor practically fuck himself against him, and Jayce was afraid that, if he pinched himself, he would wake up from this delusional wet dream, where Viktor wanted him like this, where he got to make Viktor feel good like this. If this is delusion, so be it.
"Love you, Vik-" Up and down. "Hah, just like a dream. So good, so perfect."
"T-touch me. Now."
Up and down. Jayce watched over Viktor's shoulder, as his thumb obediently swiped a white bead from Viktor's tip. He was drunk on this, had only wondered what Viktor would look like relieving himself after a long lab session, if he would be loud, whose name he would call out (in his imagination it was always his), if his back would arch and what face he would make as he came.
Catching Viktor's desperate profile, Jayce began stroking, mouth going dry at the sliding sensation against the inside of his hands, the way he didn't even have to pump much, just had to form a circle with his hands, and let Viktor fuck into it, as their frantic movements propelled him forward consistently. It was divine. Slick with Viktor's precum, naturally lubricating his palms, the perfectly obscene squelching and the giddy power he felt as Viktor whined at the stimulation. He committed the feeling, the sight, to memory in case... in case... well, he didn't want to think about it.
Focused instead on the catch of Viktor's breath as his panting grew more erratic.
Focused on the way Viktor braced his hands on the cushioned mattress to lift himself.
Focused on the way he dragged his ass up and down Jayce's length before positioning his hole against the tip.
"I want you to put it in."
Jayce could have come right there. It would have been a sight.
"Wait! Let me open you up first," he managed to object.
"No more waiting. I have waited long enough. Besides... I- I am open. And clean. Just need to oil yourself."
A pang of jealousy.
"When? Who?" Jayce demanded, surging his hips up possessively, before he could reign himself in.
"Ah- No, you misunderstand. I... I did it to myself, last night. Thinking, thinking of you."
The imagery flooded his mind, as if there wasn't already a severe over-flux of blood in his head. He buried his head into Viktor's shoulder. "You're killing me," he got out raggedly. Then, "Please let me watch next time."
"Mmmmh, hah... if you are good. You are not dying on me yet. Not when you still have yet to fulfill your duties."
Breath held, Jayce got to work, grabbing the lubricant Viktor gestured to in a drawer nearby. A generous amount poured onto his length, he stroked to cover it with the oil. Beyond hard, he pressed against Viktor's opening, and gently pushed forward. Viktor.
"Viktor..." he moaned, and even to his own ears he sounded desparate and beside himself. His muscles tensed as he held Viktor's waist and pushed past the ring so that his entire head was engulfed in Viktor's hot inner walls. It felt like molten lava, like where he belonged. Like nothing would fucking compare. Mine, mine, mine. It took every molecule of willpower for him to resist entering deeper into the tight heat. He had to be good, needed to make Viktor feel good, would hate himself if he hurt him.
"Vik! Love the way you’re sucking me in, so hot, love you, hah, fuckkk, I can't believe I'm inside you."
"Jayce, ah... good, so good for me too, so big inside, just for me. Mm.. move, I need… more."
He's into it too. He wants me. He wants more. Oh my fucking-
He lifted Viktor up, drawing a surprised yelp from his partner. Scooped him into his back again, this time supporting the inside of his thighs with two sturdy hands, spreading his legs apart and making sure all weight was off his bad leg. Sunk him down slowly down onto his swelling cock, thinking, next time, maybe if he was good enough for Viktor, he could convince him to let him do the same in front of a mirror, so Viktor could see how good he looked impaled on him, taking him so well, glassy look in his eyes.
Meeting him halfway, Jayce experimentally, gently, thrusted upwards. Felt so good, he was melting into the tightness enveloping him.
"Does it hurt?"
Viktor, heaving, looking momentarily gone, managed to say, "Ah- No. It is a stretch, but a good one. H-ahhh.. Jayce, keep going. Need you to fuck me harder, with your thick cock."
Jayce groaned at the vulgar words coming from his pretty lips. "Love hearing you talk like that."
And then he was gratefully, obediently, fucking Viktor hard, surging into him, and they were all feverish moans and greedy hands grasping at each other, mouths entangled demandingly, as he set a steady pace. The rhythmic wet smack of his pelvis against Viktor’s ass echoed filthily in the empty lab, urging Jayce on. With his right hand still supporting Viktor’s bad leg, Jayce took Viktor’s hand in his left, lifted it up to kiss it, and then brought it down to Viktor’s entrance, winning another filthy moan from Viktor, so that they both felt him fucking into him, needing Viktor to know who was claiming him, that only he was this big for him, could reach this far, could make him see stars. And the catch of Viktor’s throat and the way Viktor pushed down to meet him, the way his head tilted back a little further, let him know it was working.
“You drive me crazy, Vik, feels so fucking good inside you. Can you feel it, where we’re connected? Imagined this so many times, so many nights, didn’t think- didn’t think you’d ever want me back. Love you so much,” Jayce babbled, eyes watering, thrusting deeply, losing control.
Viktor matched his own feverish ramblings. “Love you too, hah, wonderful, kind Jayce, always so good to me, did not think I could h-ah, have this either. Ah, right there, oh, yes.”
“You love me?” Jayce asked incredulously, not slowing his hips. If anything, the confession only encouraged his movements.
“Of- hah, of course I love you. W-hy do you think we are doing this? Hah, letting you undo my brace, stretch me open, in this position. I-I do not let my guard down for anyone, it is only because it is you.”
He felt his mind soar at the validation, as if it had been the only missing ingredient to his utopia, the affirmation that he lived in a universe where Viktor loved him, where he was special in Viktor's world, and hugged Viktor even closer, so he reached in him deeper still.
“And what position did you have in mind? If it was up to you?” he grunted into Viktor’s ear, and noticed Viktor’s eyelids fluttering quickly in response.
“I am not sure you want to know.”
“Please. Tell me,” begged Jayce, emphasizing this with two particularly uneven thrusts, then continuing his intensifying onslaught.
Viktor’s voice was low, as he said, “I imagined the strong Jayce Talis bent over a table for me. Hah… Spreading himself eagerly and imploring me to enter him. The patron saint of Piltover asking me to make a mess of him- mmhh- I’ve imagined having you every which way. Against the chalkboard. Sweating and dirty after working hard in the forge, looking like a wildfire and begging for cock. On your back too- ah- craving me in your mouth as you squirm against my leg. You- ngh- taking me like you are now. Like you need me. Wanted all of you, for so long. Is that what you wanted to know?”
“Viktor.” Yes. Holy fuck yes. “I do need you. W-want you to fuck me next time. Hard against the chalkboard like you said. On my knees. Wherever you want me, fill me up, please? I just- ahh- I just want to make you happy. Nobody else. Can’t believe I get to- I promise I’ll make you happy.” He was losing himself, just hanging onto the fundamental drive to imprint his shape into Viktor, all while Viktor’s fantasies of doing the same to him flashed vividly before him, like every wet dream he never had but certainly would, moving forward.
“I know you will, hah, be a good boy, then. Make me feel it for days. And then we will see about the chalkboard.”
Good boy. And the implication of next time.
At a loss for words, Jayce did as he was told— he needed to live up to the expectation and earn his new title. To earn his place against the chalkboard… he thought dizzily.
Resolved, Jayce clamped his hand on Viktor’s neglected length again, already slippery and leaking, and this moan from Viktor was a long and drawn-out Jayyyce. And Jayce chastised himself for not relieving him sooner, but he was stroking him now, pace aligned with the new unrelenting momentum of his own thrusts, savoring Viktor’s nails desperately impressing onto his thigh, the way Viktor clenched impossibly harder around his dick as he blazed in and out, in and out of the all-encompassing fever happening between them.
And then Viktor’s hand was clasped around his, so they stroked him together. Blood and warmth rushed to Jayce’s face as he peered over Viktor’s shoulder to freely enjoy the view of Viktor’s tip peeking in and out of Jayce’s big hands, supported by Viktor’s graceful smaller ones, cock red and effusing with pre-cum every few jerks. Kissing Viktor’s neck fervently, he memorized the scene. Etched it into his definition of greatness.
“S-so close, Vik.”
He was on the edge, and he forced himself to think of Heimerdinger rambling on about the efficiency of Piltover’s newest reaction turbines, the hefty stack of councilor-duty paperwork waiting for him in the morning, loud chewers, honestly anything that would stop him from finishing before Viktor did. But it was feeling like a lost cause, with the way Viktor tensed his muscles to squeeze around his cock, Jayce almost going cross-eyed as Viktor rammed himself downward to fuck himself— impossibly tight, impossibly hot— as if he was trying to milk him. Which was working, something inevitable coiling in the base of his abdomen and threatening to erupt, as the last few years of aching-yearning chased up to him in this impossible, impossible moment.
“I’m close too. Ah! Jayce, come- come inside me,” whispered Viktor, sounding just as broken and whole as Jayce felt.
He punched his up emphatically, once, twice, thrice, let out a deep moan, letting the fact that he was well and truly about to empty himself inside of Viktor feed his imminent euphoria, rambling, “Viktor, Viktor, V, love you, oh fuckkk, I-!” as he finally, finally, released his white hot cum into Viktor, then greedily chased the pulses of pleasure, and, as if his hips had a mind of their own, Jayce absently and primally fucked his own fluids in and out of Viktor’s leaking hole again and again. And as Viktor moaned loudly at the sensation of being filled, Jayce stroked him faster, encouraged closely in his ear, “Let it out, please, Viktor, let me see,” so that Viktor clamped even harder around his cock, and with that Jayce could feel his remaining strength draining into Viktor, could feel Viktor moan in a higher pitch, nngh, hah, Jayce— raptly observed as he clutched his hand around Jayce’s own, and fucked Jayce’s fist with urgent, uncontrolled snaps of his hips, before showing Jayce exactly how he came, face wracked with beautiful pleasure like it was meant for it, coming in tall spurts all over his own chest, covering Jayce’s palm as it continued to slide over his length through his climax. Fucking hell.
I'm never going to get over this.
Jayce let himself bask in the sticky warmth in Viktor a few moments longer, not quite ready to remove himself. Viktor didn't seem to complain either, just twisted himself around, so Jayce could see how blissed out and satisfied he looked, to lock their lips in a kiss that Jayce reciprocated immediately, supporting Viktor's head and back in his arms. Although they were both still panting from their exertion, this kiss was slow and passionate and undulating, and Jayce catalogued it as his favorite one so far. Gingerly, he laid them both on their side, still kissing Viktor, before finally unsheathing himself, carefully so as not to hurt Viktor, and feeling his seed spill out. Jayce wished he could take a picture of that too. His one coherent brain cell warned him not to make a mess of the bed, but every other part of is brain screamed that that was a worry for tomorrow, right now was all about making out with Viktor, letting him fall back comforably onto the warm comforter, and murmuring genuine flatteries in between about how perfect he was.
When they finally broke apart, Jayce thought it was unfair that someone could look even more striking and tempting after having their hair tousled every which way, body speckled with marks, and skin covered with a sheen of sweat.
"Wow. I don't know what to say, other than... wow," Jayce said, laying his head on Viktor's chest.
Viktor chuckled as his chest rose and fell, combing his hands through Jayce's hair soothingly. "Wow is an apt description. Or 'yipee', if you are inclined."
Jayce smiled. "'Yipee' it is, but don't say I didn't warn you if I start saying that every time I finish."
"Oh? Does that mean there will be a next time?" Viktor asked teasingly.
But Jayce needed to be sure it was in jest. "Won't there be?" he said, raising his head from Viktor's chest, held his breath, and looked at Viktor with what probably resolved itself into puppy-dog eyes.
Viktor met his gaze with apology and tenderness. "Yes, Jayce, of course, if you will have me. If I have not made it clear yet, this is not just a momentary lapse for me, you are someone I have wanted, loved, for... a long time."
"Since when?" Jayce asked, wide-eyed at the confession.
Viktor looked past Jayce's ear, as if in thought for a few seconds. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure when my feelings for you became apparent. I suppose I could have found you to be an anomaly I wanted to solve, since the day I read your notes on Hextech. Then it did not hurt that you were wonderful to work with, nor that you... looked like you did. But if I had to choose a moment, when the threshold crossed over from curiosity to something more... it must have been when I told you about Rio."
Jayce raised and then furrowed brows, not expecting that answer. "Rio? The river creature you tried to help?"
"Precisely. She was my first and only friend growing up, outside of my own company. Little did I know Singed was extending her life by inflicting great pain on her. I am no stranger to living at the cost pain... Anyways, it was devastating to my little psyche when she finally gave out, but I was at peace knowing she could finally rest."
Jayce could only imagine what it was like for Viktor. Even now, his heart hurt when he thought about his hard childhood. Remembering that he'd lost his friend at the time only nailed the hammer in. "I'm sorry, Viktor, truly. She deserved better than what Singed did to her." It was his turn to stroke Viktor's rumpled brown locks.
"It is no matter now. But you prove my point. Everyone I told saw her experience as a scientific conundrum rather than a personality. Did you know? She loved to play with the aquatic toys I made her. Enjoyed being pet between her eyes. She was engineer by Singed, but she was so much more than a mutation. When... when I told you... you understood. You did not ask of her chemical construction, or what the ultimate cause of her death was, rather what she was like. You said you were sorry she was gone, and I could tell you meant it. Like you do now."
"Of course I do, V. She was your friend, someone precious to you, not some project. I know how hard it is to lose a friend."
"And that is why I love you. You care, beyond obligation." Viktor was looking at him like he was awestruck, like he was pouring all of his love into his gaze. "A beautiful mind, and kindness to match," he repeated a phrase he had said earlier, when they were in the middle of...
The attentive affection paired with colorful flashbacks to what they just did pulled Jayce out of his train of thought, and made him flush again.
"I love you too, Vik." Kissed him one more time, to prove a point.
Viktor kissed back, and then created just enough space between them to say, "That is good. Because we still have a lot of chalk to smear. Next time."
And for the first time in a long time, Jayce could not help but look forward to all that was to come.