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The bronze clock on the wall chimed. Jayce’s eyes darted from the bolts in his hand to find both of its arms pointed to the sky. 

Three hours past due – well, past the typical time, he mentally shamed his own sadistic eagerness. Maybe it wasn’t happening at all tonight. He averted his eyes from no one. 

“Midnight already?” Viktor’s voice rang out behind him, defeated. 

“Mmmhm.” Everything in Jayce went slightly too tense as he tried to remain focused on the task at hand. He fitted the pieces of steel together and shoved the bolts through the aligned holes one-by-one, perhaps with too much force. More than necessary, for certain. 

Slowly, the sound of scraping chalk came to a halt. The sharp clink of it falling into the tray and the quiet sigh of Viktor sinking down onto his stool soon followed, echoing up through the high ceilings of their lab space. 

This was it. Jayce held his breath, continuing to hand tighten each nut as he listened to the familiar sound of the clamps clicking open on Viktor’s leg brace. The urge to turn around and watch was eating him alive but he forced himself to resist; he couldn’t risk making him self-conscious and ruining it all after waiting so long. 

So close. Some shuffling and scraping, clinking metal on metal until, finally, a euphoric moan flooded the room, inadvertent suggestion that swirled up around Jayce to shoot like lightning down his spine.  

Viktor’s decline was a living creature, ever changing but always present for as long as he and Jayce had shared a vision and a lab space. Reduced stamina and increased pain seemed to be the trend, and though the braces he wore were invaluable in keeping up with their long days toiling at the arcane, they had also become the root of a different set of problems. 

“You know, I thought it was nothing when I first derived it but now I’m actually wondering if it’ll work for this – come take a look,” Jayce had said, bounding away from the chalkboard back toward his workbench a few months ago – the first night.

“I am sorry, I have to-” Viktor winced as he plopped down on his stool instead. Jayce turned back around and did a double take as Viktor’s fingers worked over the top strap of his leg brace. Embarrassment shading his eyes, Viktor waved him off. “Don’t stop on my account. I simply must have a break from this thing. I… truly apologize for slowing us down.”

The secondhand shame was oddly heavy on Jayce’s shoulders; he’d walked away before the apology was over and didn’t look back. 

“Please, we’ve been locked in here for too long anyway. We’d both be going home if we knew what was good for us.” He chuckled at the thought. “No need to apologize for taking care of yourself.” 

After a heavy silence, Viktor quietly said, “Okay. One moment.”

Back at his workbench and colored with a leftover nervous energy he couldn’t quite place, Jayce shuffled through his notebook looking for the derivation he’d finished some time last week. 

What luck, unknowingly preparing for this. Tuesday… Wednesday, yeah, it’s gotta be somewhere around here-

Suddenly it didn’t matter what day it was, then or now. A moan echoed larger than life through the room, one that argued that Viktor freeing his knee from the brace was the most pleasurable thing he or anyone else had ever done in the history of the universe, and Jayce’s search came to a screeching halt as it immediately became the only thing he could think about. 

How low and crackling his voice became. How he’d drawn it out, pulled it blissful and deep from his chest. How his accent still somehow shone through, making it unmistakably his pleasure. 

It was indulgent. 

Uninhibited. 

Erotic.

Clutching the pages of his notebook, Jayce froze. His thoughts raced, the most inappropriate ones gaining the most speed, and the sound of Viktor finally rising from the stool and limping across the room did nothing to slow them. Only his shadow falling over the page shook Jayce from his stupor, eyes focusing back as Viktor stepped up beside him. 

“Let us see what you have, hm?” Viktor said, wholly unaware, leaning his cane against the bench and a bit of his weight against Jayce’s panic-still shoulder.  

The last two months had been a real trial of Jayce’s sanity. 

Hextech was making leaps and bounds – and not without considerable effort. The long days and late nights that used to be sporadic had become commonplace, and as Viktor’s body struggled more than ever to keep the new pace, Jayce’s internal struggle ramped up with it. 

Each time Viktor reached his limit and found relief from the unforgiving leg brace was another moan of satisfaction for Jayce to catalogue away. Soft and reserved or full-chested, it didn’t matter. They followed him home where, alone, his brain refused to do anything but work them over. 

There’s only one kind of situation you’ve experienced to hear a sound so full of satisfaction, it said, conjuring unhelpful images of Viktor in all sorts of compromising states. 

The fleeting thoughts he’d had about his possible attraction to Viktor in the past paled in comparison now. Now in his mind he was below him, above him, inside him, all around him. With someone else. Alone. Every fantasy was in surround sound and vivid color, and he infuriatingly never seemed to run out of ideas. 

He’d always seen Viktor as a partner in the pursuit of knowledge and his best friend, but now… well, all that was still true, but it felt like someone had turned another light on with a switch hidden miles away; once it was on, there was no hope of turning it back off. 

Each time he thought he’d reached the end of his depravity, he’d sink lower. He found himself waiting all day long, hanging on the possibility of a reward for surviving another brutal day. On his weakest days when Viktor showed signs of discomfort, days Jayce was wound too tight too early, the suggestion that Viktor remove the brace would fall from his lips before he could stop himself. He became an addict, jonesing for the next fix of secondhand pleasure, antsy when he’d burnt his memories down to fumes. 

At the beginning, it had been easy to see the line he didn’t want to cross: his own physical pleasure. What he said and did and wanted in his mind was bad enough. There’d be no coming back from the other side, he knew. 

And though he avoided it as long as he could, embarrassingly soon there was only one way to clear his overwrought mind. The first night he caved, he’d barely made it home, fumbling open his pants and bracing a palm on the bathroom sink as he jerked off to the amassed memories of Viktor’s voice. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off at the door, and the mortification really set in as he sat cleaning the cum from his metal-tipped toes so he could return to work with Viktor in a mere four hours. 

Their relationship was built on trust and respect, and nothing about this felt like it honored that. After the first few times, Viktor had stopped apologizing for his supposed inadequacies, though the embarrassment never fully left his eyes. 

Though it drowned Jayce in shame to think he was finding his own sick gratification in Viktor’s discomfort, it wasn’t the pain itself that he got off on, but the opposite – just enough of a gray area to build a little fantasy home in with Viktor’s pleasure at the cornerstone. 

Just past midnight, the room was silent again. The last echoes of Viktor’s moan had satiated the worst of Jayce’s jittering need. 

Actually, tonight's moan was more of a groan, tinted with a level of weariness and frustration that wasn’t usually there. It struck a discordant note in Jayce as he continued to putter around his desk. His mind was hazy as it always was, so much so that it took a moment for his ears to tune into the off script, quiet… something happening behind him. 

Huh…

Now that he thought about it, the extended pause was odd. No newly shuffling papers or a sigh as Viktor rose from his stool or words to pull Jayce back out of his fantasies.

When he finally turned around, Viktor still sat where he expected he’d find him: on his stool, bad leg stretched out and free from the brace that now laid on the ground beneath his desk. He didn’t seem to notice Jayce’s attention, or maybe didn’t want to, because he stayed looking down at his hands unbuttoning the last few buttons of his shirt. The centerline of the brace beneath caught the light where it peeked through, and the sight made Jayce’s mind go dark. He forgot to take the next breath, then the one after when Viktor looked up and caught his eye, already beginning to pull the sides of his shirt apart. 

Viktor froze mid-motion, face flooding with embarrassment before, as if by force, slowly continuing to shed his vest and shirt. His gaze fell to the floor between them.

“I, uh…” He paused to free the first arm. “I apologize for my unprofessional behavior. I don’t think I can…” he continued a bit labored before he seemed to sour at his own thought and reset. “Both braces are the problem tonight.” 

After freeing the other arm, he messily folded his shirt in mid-air while Jayce struggled not to combust.

The contrast of dark metal and leather only made his skin look more pale by contrast. He was unsurprisingly bony, waist cinched so tight by the brace that it wasn’t hard to imagine how it’d cause discomfort. It also wasn’t difficult to imagine how easily Jayce could wrap his hands around it, overlap his thumbs and fingers without even trying. 

He should say something. And not that.

“It’s, well, uh, it’s not a problem.” God, he’d never been so aware of himself and his own pent up energy, standing awkwardly across the room. “I’ve told you before, you should be…. comfortable.” 

Exposed, Viktor looked back at him as if he didn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Definitely like he wished Jayce would turn around and give him some privacy, and though Jayce saw it, he couldn’t find it in himself to move. 

Hesitating, Viktor began to release the two snaps securing the strap that ran over his shoulder. Jayce watched closely, more carelessly than ever, as he tossed it over his back with a clang and turned his attention to the screws along the front. Each one demanded that Viktor cinch the brace tighter to slip it off the hook with a restrained, sharp draw of breath. 

Jayce found himself stepping closer. 

“I apologize, again,” Viktor said, glancing up at him as he moved to release the lowest belt. The final hitched breath fell from his lips as the brace fell open, equally guarded as the rest of them had been. A real shame. 

“Don’t.” Jayce forced himself to stop a few steps away. 

He watched Viktor lift the open brace slightly to unhook it from the screws protruding from his back, pull it free, and bend to place it on the floor next to his leg brace. Flexing his hands into fists at his sides, Jayce took in the angry, red splotches and hard lines that littered his skin in a perfect outline of the brace. Concern swirled up into his arousal and shame-ridden stomach. 

“That looks painful.” 

He winced internally when Viktor went sheepish again.

“The redness is… temporary,” Viktor said. “It is the muscle and bone beneath that truly bothers me.” 

He stretched his back, ribs fanning out under the mottled skin as he arched beautifully at the spine. Jayce watched with what he hoped was a neutral expression despite the fact that he’d spent so much time imagining that skin rippling under his fingertips, he could almost feel it.

There it was, real and in front of him. He wanted so desperately to rub it and kiss it and lick it clean of the pain, until that pain was fully replaced by pleasure and Viktor writhed and moaned for something good. Moaned his name, even. Begged for more, ordered him to give him more. 

Jayce’s thoughts slipped away from him at record speed, all thrown into a panic when Viktor turned back toward his shirt. 

“I could help!” he said, tripping, stumbling over his tongue. “I-I-I could massage it a little.” 

They stared at each other, almost equally dumbfounded by what Jayce had said. You could have heard a pin drop. The emotion on Viktor’s face was unreadable, though it was still laid thick with embarrassment. 

“I…”

Jayce looked at Viktor’s leg, then his own shoes, and counted the seconds until he could confirm that he’d need to flee Piltover forever. 

“You have done that before?” he continued.

Agape, Jayce looked up to find Viktor not disgusted or upset but genuinely questioning. Conflict and insecurity set a furrow in his brow. It was hard to hold his gaze. 

“Well, ah, yes?” 

Every partner Jayce had ever had had enjoyed a massage at his hand, innocent or not. Often not. He didn’t tell Viktor that though as he studied his face in still unreadable thought. The silence felt like years. Their friendship falling to pieces was nearly audible. 

“Alright,” Viktor finally said, smoothing a fraction of the worry from his face.

Cocking his head, Jayce stared blankly. 

“Yeah? Okay, yeah,” he said, wringing his hands together and drawing another step closer. “I can…” He faltered as Viktor looked up at him expectantly. There was no way he could do this without extreme karmic punishment. “Turn around?” 

Without a word, Viktor spun his stool and leaned his elbows into his desk, and Jayce stepped up behind him. 

The real thing was almost too much. A new wave of shame washed over him; Viktor’s trust in him was so misplaced. If only he knew, he would throw the fox from the henhouse and cut ties forever. 

But while the urge to come clean was strong, a more powerful greed drove him forward. 

The brace had left deep, red ghosts in Viktor’s skin that begged to be exorcised. Jayce hesitantly reached forward and planted his hands on Viktor’s shoulders, and though he flinched at first contact, Viktor melted into his touch with little struggle. 

Starting at his shoulders, Jayce carefully massaged into the minimal muscle where the indent of the strap remained. The reward was instant, huffed breaths of relief. They were more self-consciously quiet than what Jayce was used to but intoxicating nonetheless. 

He worked toward his neck and down over his shoulder blades with the steadiest hands he could render, hoping to god he could keep himself together long enough to make it through. 

Getting this — stealing it — was too easy. The soft, freckled skin spread beneath his hands was a dream just like the ones he’d been living in his head for far too long, and confirmation of its goodness could only drive him further down the disgusting path he’d been on for the last two months. He didn’t deserve to be rewarded for his behavior. 

The good deed couldn’t come close to outweighing the crime, but still, he strove to do his best for Viktor. 

“Is this- good? Helpful?” Hopefully Viktor didn’t notice how unnaturally high the last syllable rose. 

“Yes. You could go harder.”

Wrangling his cautiousness, Jayce firmly pressed his thumbs into the top of his spine and worked his way down. He was careful at first to avoid the screws in his back, but that was before he discovered the sweet groans of relief from Viktor’s unseen lips when he deepened the pressure around them. Shedding his restraint, he did his best to seek them out – for Viktor’s sake and his own. 

A haze began to settle in Jayce’s mind as he methodically traced the vertebrae-like indentations of the brace. 

“That is good, very good, Jayce.” 

The incidental purr of his name curled around Jayce’s mind the exact way he imagined it would, low and saturated with pleasure, amplifying his own. The fog grew thicker. He was doing a good job in Viktor’s eyes, an idea that, unfortunately, made an unmistakable whimper slip through his mouth’s filter.

Shit. 

Viktor went markedly still in his hands. The haze was suddenly much thinner and Jayce felt laid bare. The nerves he’d managed to abandon flooded back in the longer Viktor stayed tense until, somehow, he sank back into relaxation. 

He… wrote it off? 

Eyes wide, Jayce didn’t dare stop the motions, too afraid to reveal himself further and too greedy to give up what could be the final moments of this. He wrote it off. He swallowed hard, moving up Viktor’s back into what felt like safer ground than where he’d been at the waistline of his trousers. 

“Stay low, please,” Viktor said, bowing toward the desk before him. It highlighted two dimples that sat just above his pants, striped red from the brace’s belt. They begged for Jayce to press his thumbs into them.

Another hard swallow. “Okay.” 

With his thumbs working deep, he rubbed circles that rewarded him with a reserved, stretched out, “oh.” Viktor arched his back a little further, hips pressing back into Jayce’s palms where his fingers had grasped around his sides. 

“Right there, yes,” he mumbled.   

Jayce barely caught a curse before it burst from his mouth. “Right there,” he parroted mindlessly under his breath instead. He shifted his weight nervously, too aware of every noise and movement he made in the ten percent of his brain that wasn’t busy writing every detail of the experience to his supercreep memory. 

Heat rushed to his cheeks as he continued, drawing his fingers over the more tender flesh between ribs and hips until Viktor abruptly moved to sit up straight. 

“Alright,” he said, and Jayce took an uneasy step backward. 

Viktor spun back around. He stared up at Jayce, fiddling with the fabric over his right thigh, probably trying to figure out how best to extract himself from this lecherous situation. The expression on his face had gone from unreadable emotion to little emotion at all, too lacking not to be purposeful. Anything could lay beyond and whatever it was, Jayce probably deserved it. 

He braced himself for the worst. 

“...Kneel down?” Viktor asked instead – said, almost. Jayce felt him take in the shock that passed over his face. 

The command hidden in the question wasn’t resolute. It almost read like a test, and if it was a test, every part of Jayce desperately wanted to pass it. 

Viktor’s eyes fell with him as he dropped to his knees without a thought. From below, his gaze felt heavier, full of a bit more of something he couldn’t name, though he knew what he wanted it to be. The lab around him started to melt away. 

Glancing down at himself, Viktor dragged two fingertips over the deep red trench where the bottom of the brace wrapped around his lowest ribs. Cautiously, he shifted his knees apart. 

“Here.” 

Jayce nodded; he didn’t trust himself to open his mouth anymore. Under close watch, he slid between Viktor’s knees, placed his hands flat over one side, and began to massage inward, around.

The most deluded corner of his mind screamed that there was no good reason to be kneeling. The angle was weird and there wasn’t enough space for his arms. It was ten times more intimate to run his hands over Viktor’s body with his waist bumping against his open thighs – not to mention how, face-to-face, every move made was now under the microscope of Viktor’s gaze. 

The look on his face had shifted again, staring down at him much the way he looked when he was trying to break a stubborn equation down into something understandable. He wasn’t fully unaffected, though: flickers of soft pleasure played over his face and told Jayce that he was doing an adequate job regardless of how he still seemed to be stifling anything audible. 

Jayce’s attention flitted between the face above and his own hands at the tiny, freckled waist before him, working over one side and then the other. He’d given the second nearly as much overanxious attention as the first before, suddenly, a gentle hand came to his chin. His gaze flew to Viktor’s studying eye.

“Don’t stop,” Viktor said, watching his fingers ghost over Jayce’s jaw. 

His return to silence sat heavy on Jayce’s chest and made it hard to breathe let alone speak in response. Nodding again, Jayce let his mental fantasy map of Viktor’s skin guide his wandering hands while his focus stayed locked onto everything else offered to him. 

Intoxicatingly, Viktor wasn’t really hiding his curiosity anymore. He dragged the pad of his thumb across Jayce’s slack bottom lip, exploring, seeming to observe the way his jaw had dropped open – when it had, Jayce didn’t remember. It fell even more so at the barest suggestion of a tentative thumb coming to rest at the center. 

Had Jayce’s heart ever raced faster? No, probably not. 

He had officially flown too close to the Viktor sun, a flammable ball of desire, and now he was actively burning into crispy nothing. Soon the sun would shrink away from him, forever in disgust. 

Or maybe… the sun itself was expanding. Maybe the sun wanted to consume him as much as he wanted to be consumed by it. Maybe it was coming to meet him where he’d been waiting for so long. 

From up close, it was hard to tell anything besides how good it felt to be in its warmth. 

Months’ worth of dreaming up situations that started like this had filled Jayce with suffocating levels of shame – too much to be the one to ask Viktor to indulge him but not enough to keep his hazy brain from hoping. Offering. 

Barely aware of the consequences, Jayce’s jaw dropped with intent and his tongue slid out to rest at the tip of Viktor’s thumb. 

A choice. 

The air was fragile and hypercharged, like nothing that had ever existed between them outside of his fantasies. Somehow, Viktor’s face was still woefully restrained, the handsome angles of it all pointed down to where they met beneath his thumbprint, but the minute movement of his eyes as they searched his face for answers told Jayce that the offering was seen for what it was.

The clock on the wall kept ticking and the lab’s low buzz carried on, and Jayce’s world came to a grinding halt when Viktor chose to push his thumb inside. 

Jayce sealed around it as it slid achingly slow to the back of his tongue, his eyes heavy and blinking. It rang metallic and the last remnants of Viktor’s trusty chalk clung to his taste buds, but he didn’t mind at all – it only made it more distinctly him. 

Several fires sparked in Jayce’s brain while they both held their ground. It still would’ve been totally quiet in the lab if not for the harsh breath forcing its way through his nose. Viktor’s eyes had gone dark the moment his thumb got wet, but he remained otherwise composed in a way that only made the flames in Jayce lick higher. 

It felt like they might just stay there in that tension forever – and they might have if it was up to Jayce – but Viktor broke first, gingerly pulling his thumb back out with a trail of saliva attached. It was maybe the hottest thing Jayce had ever seen, if only because it was really, truly happening. 

He mourned the loss while he caught up to the fact that slowly but purposefully, Viktor was rotating his wrist to push his first two fingers into his mouth instead. They reached further and curved down into his tongue, and Jayce melted beneath them, like Viktor could poke straight through the muscle to his core if he wanted. 

His mouth stretched further for a muffled groan to make its way around his partner’s – his partner’s – fingers. The clutching need in his stomach doubled as he watched Viktor’s lips part and his chin rise, clearly both affected for the first time and pleased that he had cracked the Jayce Code.

“You like that,” he said matter-of-factly.  

Hesitation began to fade as he pulled back and added a third finger, unhurriedly thrusting in and out twice and forcing displaced saliva to run down Jayce’s chin. 

It almost felt like slow motion. Maybe it was. Viktor’s knuckles jammed against Jayce’s lips were mind-numbingly erotic and the tips of his long fingers pressed into the back of his tongue were the kind of heaven he’d spent a month jerking off to. His cock remembered, pressed tight against his pants and screaming for attention he still wouldn’t dream of asking for. 

Viktor watched, enraptured, as Jayce’s lips stretched wide around a fourth added finger. Spit splattered down onto the floor just shy of Viktor’s crotch, the sound of it drowned out by Jayce’s open-mouthed panting and the blood that rushed through his ears.

“Ah…” 

Gazing down at Jayce’s mouth and almost his whole hand inside it, Viktor finally let a soft moan slip. For the first time, there was no fantasy context built up around it, and somehow it was a million times better than the secondhand pleasure of him removing his brace. It was unbelievable; Jayce’s face screwed up, heavy gaze glued to Viktor’s. 

The fingers in his mouth twitched as they continued to stare at each other in silence. Jayce waited, would wait forever, nearly choking on the saliva pooling at the back of his throat as if there was no other choice. His forgotten hands laid abandoned against Viktor’s hip, their connection to his brain totally lost in the haze.

Slowly, fingers curled inward over his tongue, hooking in behind his bottom teeth. A low noise rattled in Jayce’s throat, and Viktor found him eager to follow his lead as he tugged him stumbling to his feet between his knees. 

With his hand still plunged in his mouth, he held Jayce hunched directly above him, back arched over his desk with his weight balanced on his free elbow. 

Jayce stared down at him in disbelief, a big, well-trained dog using every brain cell he has to wait for his owner’s okay! before diving into his dinner bowl. He panted through it as Viktor testingly drew his hand out, in, and back out, and they both watched in awe as the formerly pooled saliva ran down his wrist and fell to his bare chest in long strings. 

In a punch of arousal to Jayce’s gut, Viktor shoved his hand back in and cracked a nervous smile. 

“This is… not very professional,” he drawled, glancing down at the shiny, new lines running over his skin. “Shall I apologize?” 

The hand in Jayce’s mouth didn’t budge but he didn’t want it to anyway. He nodded no as vehemently as he could on his gag leash, planting one hand down at the edge of the desk to steady himself. Familiar amusement crept into the corners of Viktor’s eyes.  

“Good,” Viktor said. Finally removing his fingers from beneath Jayce’s tongue, there was still some hesitation in the way he pulled Jayce’s hand back to his body. “I like feeling your hands on me.”

“I’m glad,” Jayce said, voice wet and cracking. He was too far gone to be anything but honest. 

They both watched Jayce’s hand wander over Viktor’s skin, less a massage and more reverent exploration. Up his chest, over his collarbone, down his arm. It was the only thing he knew Viktor wanted for sure, but he wanted so much more. 

Bending his bracing arm, Jayce dipped closer, averting his face toward Viktor’s shoulder and hanging his head. 

“Tell me what to do,” he said quietly. 

A hand beneath the chin guided him back to look Viktor in the eye. Gaze wandering over his face, Viktor thought until his hand slowly slid down Jayce’s neck to his collar.   

“Take this off,” he said, pulling at it and bringing them close enough to exchange breath. There was only the barest hint of a question left in it. 

In record time, Jayce was vestless and tieless. Viktor simply relaxed back against his desk on his forearms, oddly calm, watching Jayce’s fingers fumble over the buttons of his shirt. His head tilted to take in the revealed bare skin far darker and more muscular than his own, eyes raking over Jayce from top to bottom before climbing back to his face. If they hated what they found, they hid it well. 

Shirt cast aside, Jayce’s rush had converted back to nervous jittering. He waited, breathing hard for no reason other than the fact that Viktor hadn’t given him any further instructions to complete. 

Viktor, who seemed to be fully aware of his role yet unwilling to do anything about it in a hurry. 

Quiet confidence looked good on him, a fragile body emanating so much strength in comparison to the sheepish man who’d just shed his brace. The rise of his pointy chin, the easy spread of his legs, the somehow genuine glint in his eye as he reveled in Jayce’s clear desire to do anything he asked. 

It scrambled Jayce’s brain. 

Flexing his fists at his sides, he took it all in, small in the palm of Viktor’s bony hand. 

“Now these,” Viktor finally said, reaching out to slide his fingers between Jayce’s skin and waistband to give a pull that made his breath catch in his throat. It somehow sounded more casual than anything Jayce had said to him since he’d first heard him moan two months ago. 

Again, Jayce lept at his word. He undid his spats, leaning into Viktor’s good knee to stabilize himself as he pulled them off with his boots. He nearly tripped out of his pants and underwear. By the time he stood up straight and totally naked, he’d worked up a sweat. 

His cock inconspicuously projected into the space between them as he stepped closer, shiny tip aimed straight at Viktor’s belly button. Viktor’s gaze was heavy on it, burning brighter when his attention made it twitch in interest.

He turned his attention back to Jayce’s face as he moved to loosen the buttons on his own pants. Jayce dropped to a crouch to help, cock bouncing lewdly, and Viktor kicked a foot out at him to start at his boots. He couldn’t rip them off with the same haste he’d used on himself, he tried to remember, despite how desperate he was. He tried so hard to focus. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this quiet before,” Viktor said teasingly, holding eye contact as he lifted his ass from his stool and slid his pants down toward his thighs. 

“I’m…” Heat flooded Jayce’s cheeks. Words weren’t coming quickly or in a sensical order. He settled on, “Yeah, well…” but was unable to say anything and prove otherwise. 

He flashed him a look that he hoped said, “isn’t the answer obvious enough by now?”

He took over yanking the trousers down over his calves. Viktor’s inner leg brace spanned the length of his right side, more metal laid close to his skin. The remains of red zebra stripes remained where the folded fabric of his trousers had been pressed into his flesh by the outer brace for far too long. 

“We’ll leave this brace-” 

Viktor’s hesitant words turned into a wince when Jayce’s massage instincts ran wild and his fingers traced over a particularly deep wrinkle on a gnarly bit of scar tissue at his knee. 

“Later,” he said, waving him away. Jayce hummed. His eyes flicked up to meet Viktor’s staring down, hungry, as if he could swallow him whole. It was an all too familiar feeling. “Make me forget about that?”

Gaze crawling down, Jayce found himself caught between Viktor’s spread legs and his mind went blank again. He let his knees fall forward onto the tile, pushing himself fully between Viktor’s thighs. This time when they touched, it was skin-to-skin and he leaned into it, no longer needing to walk on eggshells. 

He’d had a lot of fantasies where he took his time with this, excruciatingly slow attempts at taking him apart over whole days and nights, but there was no way he could survive such a situation himself at the moment. He kneaded at his thighs and dipped to run his lips and teeth over the skin and metal alike. It was greedy and reverent, his eyes seeking Viktor’s approval where he watched from above, cooly leaned back against his desk.

Perched at the edge of the stool, his pussy was begging for attention. It was cute, compact with a sizable clit sticking out at the top. Jayce’s wandering hands came to each side of it, crossing into the mousy brown hair that had already begun to stick flat with the shine seeping out of him. Viktor’s breath caught in his chest, sliding a little further off the stool before Jayce couldn’t take it anymore.

Spreading him open, he dipped down and brought his flat tongue up the length of him in one decadent, wet stripe. His eyelids fell heavy at the taste and the smell, so invitingly human and good – better because it was Viktor – but he fought it to watch Viktor’s mouth drop open in an uninhibited, awed moan. 

Nothing had ever felt better. 

Letting himself get lost in it, he swirled up and around his clit, over and over, messy and happy. The taste of him grew stronger as his tongue circled wider and less controlled. He had needed it for so long, needed more of it now. 

Dipping back down to lap at his opening, he drank from the source, only fueling the desperation. It was making him crazy. Greed burned hot inside him, demanding he appease the desire he’d built up for the taste of his cum, the breathy sounds he was making, the bite of his nails in his scalp.  

“Ah- you are good at this too, hm?” Viktor said, carding his hand into Jayce’s hair and pushing it away from his forehead before curling his fingers into a grip. Jayce hummed, preening with eyes blinking, soaking in the praise and letting it sit warm at his core. 

He let Viktor guide him back to his cock, let him press the underside of it onto his offered up tongue. He curled around it, messy and drooling, needier than the increasingly iron grip at his scalp. 

When he pulled it in further to suckle, swollen and perfect in his mouth, Viktor’s moan soared through the room and he knew he’d never want to stop again. 

The longer he worked his mouth against him, the more Viktor’s collectedness slipped. A few added fingers helped it along. He worried at his knuckle with his teeth and his breath grew heavy in his stomach, heaving and arching, until it seemed to come to a head. 

“Yes, don’t stop. Like that-” 

With one hard kick of his hips into Jayce’s face, he was coming, further writhing stopped short by Jayce’s sudden, violent grip on his hip. Burying his nose into wet hair, Jayce lapped straight through it, his own hips shifting against nothing. He’d make out with his cunt forever with nothing for himself if only Viktor would let him. 

“Alright, alright,” Viktor breathed out, cupping Jayce’s cheek to pull him off. 

Jayce wouldn’t let himself go far. He hovered over Viktors’ pussy, catching his own breath while he took him in. The pink tint to his cheeks matched the blush around his pussy and made Jayce feel like he was going to combust. He put that there. Viktor had asked him to. 

“Do you still need me to tell you what to do?”

“Yeah,” Jayce said, dreaminess in his voice. “I wouldn’t mind,” he added. 

Amused, Viktor’s eyes cast down in thought, and Jayce’s followed to where the red lines in his abs had almost faded to nothing. 

“What if I want to hear what you want?” Viktor said, but his hand said more, finger flexing at his chest to summon him upward. 

Jayce, of course, followed, dipping to kiss and suck his way up Viktor’s body; that was something he wanted. 

The truth was, the sheer volume of ideas in his mind was still too paralyzing and the way Viktor’s eyes burned when he issued a command felt far better than choosing anything himself. He barely cobbled together a response as he worked his mouth. 

“I really just wanna do whatever you want me to,” he said with the shake of his head. He sounded pathetic, even to himself. Voice a little wet. Reaching a nipple, he asked with his eyes.

Viktor nodded, and Jayce’s lips locked around it and gave it the same treatment he’d given his clit. His eyes fell shut, then opened, searching for Viktor and finding him pupils wide, jaw slack. He nodded once, slow, as Jayce pulled off. 

“Make room on my desk.” 

Viktor’s cane clattered to the ground in the whirlwind. The lamp shining down over them swung away with a rushed squeal, and the largest odds and ends of whatever he’d stopped building sometime earlier today got shoved aside into a messy pile. Jayce would apologize later. 

He cleared away the hardcover books with sharp, unforgiving edges and brushed away the little bits of shrapnel he assumed littered the surface. There were some papers left but he didn’t have the patience to wait. Gathering up his clothes, he scattered them over the surface, trying to create some semblance of padding that the man sitting at his side didn’t seem to want to wait for. 

Surprised, he looked down to find Viktor staring up at him beneath his arm, griping loosely around his leg and leaving an open mouth kiss at the side of his abs. Warm and wet against him, he cracked a knowing smile. 

“You are taking too long.” 

“Oh, wow. Okay, yep, sorry,” Jayce breathed out, stumbling back around between his legs. He bent down, driven by need, to mouth at Viktor’s neck, arms sinking around his back. It hurt his own back to do it, but Viktor made a contented noise that made it impossible to care. 

“Can I put you up there?" Finally, an idea had reached the forefront of Jayce’s brain. Carry him. The muscles under his lips vibrated in a chuckle. 

“I don’t know,” Viktor said lightly, wrapping his arms up around Jayce’s neck, “can you?” 

Jayce tossed him into the air without ever detaching his mouth from his skin. 

Watching Viktor lay back against the backdrop of his clothes nearly took him out of the equation early. The desk was barely deep enough to hold him, even with his hips at the edge. Jayce situated him, testing the spread of his thighs and pressing his knees up toward his chest by the back of the thigh; it was so easy – too easy – to put him where he wanted with no resistance. 

“Is your back okay?” Jayce said, angling him on to one hip to, he hoped, relieve pressure on the screws beneath him. 

“Yes, go on.” 

“Are you sure? I could-” 

“Jayce.” Jayce focused back in on warm amber, burning with need. “Inside now.” 

Nodding, Jayce took his cock in his hand. He drooled down, smoothed his saliva over the surface, and stepped closer, glancing up to find Viktor watching the first pleasure of direct contact hit him. Crumbling for a moment, he pushed forward; it was only gonna get better. 

Viktor hadn’t moved, laying with his thighs spread open exactly where Jayce left them. Jayce ran his dry hand over Viktor’s lower stomach, up and then down to sink his thumb into the flesh and spread him apart. Wet, pink, and inviting. 

With a harsh breath through his nose, Jayce sank in as slow as he could find it in himself to go. 

The relief that poured out from somewhere deep inside Viktor blew everything Jayce had stored in his mental storehouse out of the water. Low and sinful, his moan echoed high in the rafters, quiet composure destroyed with nothing but his cock. He looked up at Jayce in awe.

“Oh…” he nearly croaked. His brow furrowed and his hand gripped into Jayce’s vest at his side. “That is…” 

Jayce’s hips had a mind of their own, chasing more, setting a pace before he’d even found a good grip at Viktor’s hip. His insides were so hot, flexing tight around him as they struggled to release and make room. 

Head falling to the side, Viktor nuzzled his nose into Jayce’s clothes, bouncing against them and mindlessly pushing more of the cloth into his face. He pulled a deep breath, and Jayce watched his chest expand, full of him, enjoyment written in his eyelids pressed tight. Some hindbrain instinct burst into flames in his skull. 

“Yeah?” he murmured to himself. “Yeah…” 

Viktor cracked an eye and turned back to face him. His mouth fell open but it took some time for the word to form. 

“Harder.” 

This time, Jayce had no problem following that instruction. Hiking a knee up on the desk, he found the leverage to pound harder against him, slapping, wet skin reverberating out around them. 

Viktor began to slide away across the table with the amount of force. That won’t do. Pulling his thighs into a bear hug, Jayce held him close against his abs, upper hand wedged between his knees to limit the impact of metal on bony joint. Still, the press of his thighs was tight, his grip around Jayce’s cock made tighter, while his ankles bounced against either shoulder. 

Best of all, he looked up at Jayce like he wanted it. He wanted to be folded up and squeezed tight and moaning for Jayce. He wanted all the things Jayce wanted too. 

All that shame and fear and worry he’d had were nowhere to be found; this was indistinguishable from – better than – the best of his late night fantasies. 

“You feel so- I- I can’t believe I’m- with you-” 

Swinging his hips too far, he slipped out and couldn’t slide back in with his legs pressed so tight. The loss was staggering. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, releasing his grip to spread Viktor wide again. 

As he lined up, Viktor’s hand came through the opening to run appreciatively over Jayce’s abs, then dropped to his own stomach as Jayce bottomed out. It stayed there, jolting with him each time Jayce buried himself, over and over, almost reverent like he could feel himself getting fucked from the outside. 

“So deep,” he said, short of breath, confirming. “Such a good boy for me, Jayce.” 

The head-to-toe shiver that wracked Jayce's body must have been visible; satisfaction burned in Viktor’s eye. Losing momentum and halting right at the edge, Jayce buried himself to the hilt and bent down to engulf Viktor in his arms. His forehead collapsed into the desk over his shoulder, sweaty and landing on a mess of papers where his shirt had been pulled to Viktor’s nose. 

Refusing to give up completely, his hips ground deep circles that made them both groan, vibrating chest against vibrating chest. It was almost like a purr, warming something sweet inside him. 

He lifted his head and looked down at the heavy gaze peeking out from beneath Viktor’s tousled hair, and a single, abrupt laugh erupted from Viktor’s mouth. A slow smile of confusion spread across Jayce’s face, still too drunk on being rock hard inside him to follow. 

“What?” 

Viktor squirreled an arm away to rub his thumb hard against Jayce’s sweaty forehead. 

“Ink, from my papers,” he said, rising to meet his lips when the threat had been cleared. 

Viktor initiated the kiss, but Jayce’s excitement took over. Kissing Viktor. Somehow, the innocent desire of it unlocked another burst of energy. Curling forward on his elbows, then his palms, Viktor let him continue to explore him, map out the inside of his mouth, slobber all over him. 

“Keep going,” Viktor ordered against his lips and, suddenly, the carnal need was back. 

The first full thrust had him melting into Jayce’s arms again, forehead dropping to lean into his nose, eyes heavy with satisfaction. Jayce watched up close, panting, tossing his hips into the hard edge of the desk. With each impact, Viktor slowly sank down onto his back again. 

“Roll me, sideways,” he said, turning his face back into Jayce’s shirt. 

Pink had spread down his neck and onto his chest, and more rosy blotches covered his thighs and hips where Jayce had been holding him. Jayce looked at his hands on him now as he turned him at the hip, braced leg in the air. How natural they looked smoothing over his spotty skin and how easily they circled his ankle to hook it over his shoulder. 

Even his ass was a red from the unforgiving desktop, though it didn’t compare to the abused red of his pussy as Jayce spread him open and slid in. 

“I don’t – ah – Oh god, I don’t know if I can last.”  

“I know you can, little bit more,” Viktor said, staring down his side at him, hands curling back into his clothes.  

Jayce’s head bobbed furiously. He could, because Viktor wanted him to. 

Over the fear of moving, now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Everything about it felt so good, down to the brace bouncing painfully against his collarbone. 

He distractedly tried to find a better place to hold on, fumbling with half-baked cautiousness, but found a guiding hand wrapping his fingers into the brace itself where screws held it to the top of his thigh. An extra nod of Viktor’s head cleared away any question. 

It was the perfect leverage he needed, added stability and a handle to pull Viktor against him harder and faster. The sight of him twisted up beneath him, so pure and uninhibited in his enjoyment, was everything he wanted and more. 

“The way you moan, so… long I wanted… drove me crazy…” he panted out. 

The more he babbled and revealed himself, the more Viktor looked like he was equally close to the edge, mouth falling open in some mix of shock and pleasure he didn’t have the capacity to understand. Watching Viktor’s clit slide, swollen and shining and red, between his fingers only made him more unhinged. 

“I’d go home and think about you, think about this- all I do is think about you, I’m-”

The building pressure was too much. Words turned to wails as his cock pulsed in warning against Viktor’s walls, balls drawing tight. Viktor’s eyes went wide with recognition.  

“Oh, fuck…” Viktor said so out of character, more affected than ever just watching Jayce lose it.

It was the final nail in the coffin. Pleasure ripped through Jayce as he emptied into the tight clench of his body, pulling his hips tight against him. 

A deep groan poured out of him while his senses struggled to stay online. He wanted nothing more than to keep going, to feel Viktor come on his cock, but couldn’t help slowing, hips stuttering and cock kicking with oversensitivity that felt like it was going to break him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Viktor choked out, panicked and reaching out for any part of him he could find. His eyes were slits, but they directed so much lust down at Jayce that he could barely breathe let alone disobey.

It only took a few more thrusts before Viktor was coming so violently, squeezing him so hard, that he pushed Jayce out. 

A stilted shout and a gush of fluid followed, continuing with the frantic motion of Viktor’s hand against his clit. It ran down onto the table, claiming Jayce’s clothes and soaking the scribbled papers that had been left behind in the rush. A healthy amount had splattered out onto Jayce’s stomach before he realized what had happened and where he was.  

His need to be back inside swelled when he saw the first drops of pearly cum dripping out, forced out with him. 

He was desperate to see him through, to keep him full and preserve what he’d never have been able to believe could be real before tonight. Fumbling, he pushed them back in with his softening cock, relieved to find that Viktor was still coming around him when he got there. Good. 

Viktor’s eyes rolled back in his head at the intrusion. A moan of relief far better than any the lab had ever witnessed before doubled in volume. 

Better than any fantasy. 

He clenched and pulsed around Jayce in the come down, welcoming it when Jayce finally collapsed over him to mouth at his jaw and neck. The guiding hand at the back of Jayce’s head was soothing as was the slow decline in their breathing against each other. 

As much as he wanted to, Jayce couldn’t stay here forever. Eventually, he straightened up to face the music. 

“Room for one more?” 

Viktor smiled wryly, and Jayce stepped aside, turned around, and boosted himself backward onto the desk. The surface was unforgiving as was the textbook in his ribs as he laid back. 

“Maybe there actually isn’t room- oh, ouch, this is hard-” 

Viktor’s smile grew as he let Jayce herd him over, guiding his head onto his chest. 

“This is not,” he said smugly, resting his hand on the other pec. 

Jayce shook them both when he laughed. Without disturbing Viktor, he yanked the book from his side and tucked it under his head so he could look down a little easier. His hair was soft, splayed against him. The faintest remains of the brace’s imprint at his side remained, and Jayce found his hand working over it. 

“When’s the last time you took this brace off?” 

The lab went notably quiet. 

“I don’t know, it’s been… a week at least.” 

Jayce ran an exasperated hand through his hair. 

“A week? You know it was never meant to be worn that long.” 

“I know, but I have been…” Viktor churned his hand in the air like he was generating words in the correct language. “Busy… Maybe I need you to enforce it,” he added lightly. 

Relief and warmth and a new wave of arousal settled in Jayce’s stomach. 

“Professionally?” 

“Mmm no, I do not wish for it to be a professional duty.” Dragging his cheek across his skin, Viktor glanced up at him, eyes glimmering with mischief. “You think of me often?”