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“Is that something you’d…like?”

Viktor tilted his head toward Jayce, a small, indulgent smile adorning his sharp features. “Do you think I wouldn’t like that?”

Jayce shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“I’m more concerned about you, in this case,” Viktor said. “Are you certain this is something you’d want, or do you simply think I would have a problem receiving?”

The topic of penetrative sex had never been broached by either of them. Viktor had wrongly assumed Jayce was satisfied with heavy petting and was thrown for something of a loop when Jayce brought it up sheepishly that night.  

Jayce shook his head, adamant. “No, no, it’s just that I’d like to, uh, receive, that is. I think.”

They were sitting at the table on the front lawn, enjoying a warm spring night together at the table Viktor always thought would go unused. Amaranthine was sleeping inside, tired after a long day of playing in the river and chasing Hank around.

“Have you, before?” Viktor asked.

Jayce shook his head again. “Uh, no. Not really.”

Not really. That was interesting. But before Viktor could inquire further, Jayce continued.

“It’s not like I really had the opportunity. I’ve only ever been with women, and I was always too shy to bring it up. I feel like that would be a big turnoff for most women.”

With a hum, Viktor’s gaze traced the contours of Jayce’s face. He was flushed red from stem to stern, but he still managed to talk candidly about it with Viktor. Knowing Jayce felt comfortable enough to share things he deemed embarrassing filled Viktor with a peculiar pride. “Why have you never been with men?”

Jayce froze, frowning, a bad habit, defensiveness rearing its ugly head before Jayce remembered he was talking to Viktor and not some stranger trying to goad potential blackmail material out of him. He wasn’t in Piltover anymore.

“It’s kind of frowned upon back home,” Jayce said. “I had an image to uphold. I had the opportunity once, but, uh—”

Viktor cocked his head.

“Well, we both wanted to receive, and…I don’t know. I got cold feet and backed out. I didn’t even really like the guy much. He was just available and somewhat safe. It didn’t feel right.”

Viktor couldn’t say he was completely surprised by this revelation. Jayce was a very masculine-presenting man, and when they were still in Piltover, he had carefully cultivated that image. Powerful, determined, and most of all, a protector. Standing tall, chest puffed, back straight. He’d always wanted to look perfect for the masses, not because he was egotistical or narcissistic, but because he felt the moment one hair was out of place, they’d cast him out. He hadn’t been entirely wrong about that, either.

While Viktor wasn’t one to boast, he understood Jayce better than most people did. He was strong, yes, and he did everything in his power to protect, but he also enjoyed being pampered—loved on, as Jayce had once called it.

Viktor could remember, long before their relationship had become sexual, how Jayce would perk up when praised. His back would straighten, a light flush colouring his lovely face, and a tiny, trembling grin—he would try so hard not to smile too wide—would dimple his cheeks. He was careful about how he received praise while in public, but with Viktor, he would always consume it like a man starving. Bashful and gleeful were always fighting for dominance on his face. Viktor always thought it a charming trait.

Now that he knew Jayce in both mind and body, he also understood that Jayce preferred almost complete submission in the bedroom. 

“I mean, I can see why they would think I’d prefer giving,” Jayce said. “I’m big, and tall, and not exactly cute.”

“You’re very cute,” Viktor said, like it was a fact etched in stone—something he’d read from a peer-reviewed paper. He reached across the table to grip Jayce’s hand, which lay anxiously picking at a chip in the old wood.

“Either way,” Jayce coughed, the tips of his ears reddening at the bald-faced compliment. “I probably would have backed out, anyway. I couldn’t possibly have had any unseemly rumours about me spreading around. The council would have been furious.”

“I see.” Viktor frowned at the memory of the Piltover elites and their strange customs. Rules for thee, but not for me. He’d seen plenty of them with a host of lovers, both men and women in their harems, but gods forbid one of their worker bees show a predilection for the same sex. Zaun wasn’t at all the same, much freer with love. People would hardly blink in your direction as it stood, so it wasn’t a surprise that no one cared who you chose to bring to bed. Bigger fish to fry, and all that. Viktor had thought nothing of people’s sexual tastes until he’d arrived in Piltover, where it suddenly mattered a great deal.

“Have you been with a man?” Jayce asked.

“Yes,” Viktor said.

“And?”

“And what?”

“Did you like it?”

Viktor shrugged. “You know how I was back then. I had no strong feelings about matters of sex. I didn’t dislike it, though. I just felt…disconnected during the whole ordeal.”

“Ordeal,” Jayce parroted back at him. “You make it sound like it was a hard-fought battle.”

Viktor smiled good-naturedly at Jayce. “It was, at the time. It wouldn’t be for you, though—if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Jayce was distractedly fiddling with the divot on the table again, and Viktor instead wound their fingers together to stop him from giving himself splinters. He was anxious, and poking at things was a tic of Jayce’s when he was nervous, or embarrassed, or in this case, both.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, love.”

Jayce let out a soft, breathy laugh that was still laced with the faintest taste of trepidation. It was a sensitive spot with the man, it seemed. Viktor was surprised, in a way. Jayce had always seemed the paradigm of confidence, at least when it came to matters of sex.

“If it makes you feel better,” Viktor started, “I would love to fuck you.”

Jayce’s head shot up. “Viktor.” He was just a touch scandalized, and Viktor huffed a laugh. He was still so proper, even now.

“Ama is asleep,” Viktor said. “You’re not taking commissions tomorrow. The school is shut down for the weekend.”

Jayce straightened. “Tonight?”

“It does not have to be tonight, no,” Viktor said. “I leave the choice up to you. We go at your pace.”

Jayce considered this for a long moment, his brow furrowed in concentration, before a quiet, almost hesitant, “OK,” broke the stillness.  

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Viktor sat on the bed’s edge as Jayce entered, the scent of soap and steam clinging to him from the shower. Water dripped from his wet hair, a soft slap as each drop hit the floor. Viktor gestured, and Jayce sat between his legs, the cool sheet against his back. Viktor reached for a towel, and they settled into a familiar rhythm as Viktor softly dried his hair. Viktor enjoyed the closeness, and Jayce revelled in the quiet affection. He wasn’t averse to shows of affection outside of their bedroom, no, but it was clearly something he was still struggling to overcome. Piltover, and all its ugly quirks, had made a bigger dent on Jayce than Viktor had realized. He was trying to leave it all behind, however, and Viktor would always be proud of him for that.

They both had horrid scars left over from their old lives, after all. It wouldn’t all heal in one night.

As he towelled off his hair, he kissed Jayce’s toned back, shoulders, and neck. “You smell nice.” He pressed another kiss to the notch of Jayce’s spine, and the man shuddered under the affection, but remained still even when his hair was sufficiently dried. Viktor realized after a moment that Jayce was still waiting for direction and that this wouldn’t progress unless Viktor did or said something. Viktor ran his fingers through the still damp curls at the base of Jayce’s head, thumbing at the sensitive skin there as he weighed his options.

“What position is more comfortable for you?” Viktor decided to start small. He was thinking about Jayce’s leg. Jayce’s disability, though similar, was still different from Viktor’s. While Viktor’s was a defect at birth, Jayce’s was borne from an injury. They felt strain differently.

The harsh bloom of red that crept up the back of Jayce’s neck was a sight. His sun-dark skin turned a deep raspberry shade that would almost be invisible if one weren’t looking for it. He looked almost edible. “It doesn’t really matter, but I can’t—I can’t be on my knees for too long.”

Viktor hummed to himself before he moved closer to the edge of the bed, making room for Jayce and patting the plush blankets. “Lie on your stomach.” Viktor, though not one to indulge, wanted Jayce splayed out like this, too. An idea had suddenly struck him.

Jayce did as he was told, climbing onto the bed and arranging himself belly-down on the rough sheets. He still had a towel wrapped around his waist, but it covered little and less of him every time he shifted around. It was almost lewder than if he were fully unclothed. Viktor’s eyes greedily scanned up and down Jayce’s body. He’d grown thicker than when they were in Piltover. Once upon a time, Jayce had done weight training and eaten carefully—so carefully that Viktor would sometimes roll his eyes at him counting carbs—when he was still on the council. He’d carefully crafted his body to look a specific way. A small waist, broad shoulders and thick arms were the rage in Piltover.

Now that he no longer counted calories or trained specific parts of his body, he’d grown everywhere. He was thicker around the waist thanks to their now carb-heavy diets of bread and rice, and though Jayce had once complained about it, Viktor had put a stop to that quickly. He looked healthy now, content in a way he’d never been. He didn’t look like the perfect toy, carefully crafted to be appealing to the vapid and superficial elite. He just looked like Jayce, as he was meant to be.

Other parts of Jayce had grown thanks to his new regiment, as well. Because his job now included spending most of the day in the forge, his arms had grown thicker with muscles, and his pectorals—well. Jayce was voluptuous, to say the least.  

Jayce shifted under his gaze, and Viktor realized he had been staring, unmoving for far too long. He blindly searched around for a small bottle of oil on the bed, procured while Jayce was in the shower. He plucked it from the sheets and uncapped it, and just the noise of the bottle popping open made Jayce jolt. Struck with another idea, Viktor climbed over Jayce, straddling his thighs. Instead of pouring the oil over his fingers, he poured it directly onto Jayce’s bare back, still mottled with scars from a run-in with a grieving Zaunite woman—a tragic story Jayce had struggled to tell him about.

Jayce jumped at the feeling of the still-cool oil drizzling onto his back, thighs squeezing together. It didn’t take long for him to settle, however, as Viktor made no quick move to do anything. There was no point in rushing into things. Jayce was still tense, and Viktor was determined to loosen him up instead of jumping straight into sex. They had the entire night, after all.

Viktor’s hands, slick with oil, moved in circular motions across Jayce’s back. The air was thick with the scent of the oil. Pine, maybe? Gardenia? He wasn’t entirely sure, and he couldn’t think too hard about it as he focussed on carefully massaging Jayce’s back, feeling the tense muscles melt beneath his fingers. He carefully traced the scar on his back, and when he realized it didn’t cause Jayce any pain, he kept going. Viktor’s thumbs located a tight knot of muscle in Jayce’s back, pressing hard, massaging it out until the tension was lost. A breathy sigh left Jayce as Viktor’s hands moved over his neck and shoulders, repeating what he’d done with his back.

Viktor was also deeply enjoying just being able to touch Jayce like this. He’d often massage his shoulders when he had a particularly busy day in the forge, but he’d never given him a full body massage like this. Jayce’s body was practically becoming pudding under his hands.

He should have been doing this every night.  

When he finished with his back, taking his time tracing his hands over each of his ribs, he intentionally skipped over his ass and went straight to his large thighs. Not as tense as his shoulders or back, but his bad leg was particularly knotted with tension. Jayce often opted against using his brace, claiming he didn’t need it every day, but the strain and tension in the limb said otherwise. He’d been pushing himself; perhaps it was some residual shame, another leftover from the Piltover that often looked down upon disabled bodies. Viktor wasn’t sure, but that would be a discussion for another night.

Viktor had never been this close to Jayce’s injured leg. Not because Jayce guarded it from him, but because he’d never really thought to look. Up close like this, he could see where Jayce’s leg had been broken. He ran a delicate finger over the scar left behind by the harsh break and the infection that followed, choosing to avoid kneading the old wound for fear of causing a flare-up of pain.

Viktor’s fingers move back up, his hands returning to kneading the back of Jayce’s thighs, pressing deep before dragging his hands upward. He let the tips of his fingers brush up against Jayce’s ass cheeks on each slide, but never went farther than that. Jayce began shifting impatiently under his hands, but he said nothing, not even a mumble of a complaint.

A private smile crept across Viktor’s face. He did seem to like Viktor taking initiative, so this was Viktor taking initiative.

He continued this teasing, a sick little thrill of pleasure running through him. He wanted Jayce to ask for it, to beg, even. He spread his hands wide over each of Jayce’s thighs, and though his fingers weren’t quite long enough to encompass each limb, he had enough of a wingspan to grab and spread Jayce’s legs apart, just enough so he could fit himself between his thighs. Straddling his thick legs was becoming too difficult, but Viktor also enjoyed the small squeak Jayce let out at being spread apart so suddenly.

“Do you like being man-handled?” Viktor asked. That question came out of the depths of his soul--the slightly evil, very horny part that rarely reared its head. It was out before he knew he was going to say it.  

Jayce, however, didn’t seem put off by it in the least. Viktor could see the way he held his breath for a beat, the expanse of his back still, before he let out a quiet sigh and nodded his head, the movement so slight that Viktor could have blinked and missed it.

He took this as permission and finally moved his hands up Jayce’s thighs. His hands disappeared under the small towel around Jayce’s waist, but he made no move to remove it yet as he kneaded at Jayce’s ass cheeks with the palms of his oil-slick hands.

“Viktor,” Jayce moaned into the pillow beneath him. His voice was nearly muffled to the point of being inaudible, but Viktor could hear the sharp syllables of his name in Jayce’s normally soft tone. Jayce was pressing up against Viktor’s hands, hips rolling, silently asking for more.

Viktor only hummed softly in response, grinding his palms into the meat of Jayce’s ass cheeks. The still-active, good part of Viktor’s brain was telling him that he simply wanted enthusiastic consent from Jayce to take this any further, but the part of his brain that yearned for more lascivious things just wanted to hear Jayce beg for it. He wanted to hear that soft, eager voice morph into something needy and desperate.

Like he’d been when the hexcore had revived Viktor. When he’d implored Viktor to understand why he’d violated Viktor’s wishes with tears in his eyes.

“Please?”

Viktor felt almost too cruel, but despite his convictions, his voice left him. “Please what?”

Jayce pushed his ass up against his hands again, and Viktor had half a mind to draw back completely; he knew that was too much, even in his hindbrain’s lust-addled state. Instead, he stopped his kneading movements and waited.

“Please fuck me with your hands.”

He hadn’t quite expected that to come out of Jayce’s mouth, and it left him reeling, if only for a brief moment. Jayce was always the more proper of the two of them, and even Viktor didn’t find himself cursing that often. Still, when the surprise of what he’d said wore off, it instead kicked his lust up by several powers of ten.

Viktor carefully slid the soft towel from around Jayce’s warm, oil-coated thighs. He ran his hands over Jayce’s now exposed flesh, watching it dip and curve around the pressure of his fingers pressing down.

Speaking of parts of Jayce that had grown substantially since they left Piltover.

Jayce had never been particularly gifted when it came to the size of his ass—not like Viktor had anything to speak of on that matter. But now, since he’d opted out of training specific parts of his body, some of his weight had naturally settled there, leaving him plump and round, but still firm.

“I know you said you’ve never been with another man,” Viktor said distractedly. “But have you ever—”

Jayce nodded his head into the pillow before Viktor could finish that thought. He had been flushed nearly head to toe since Viktor started massaging him, but Viktor could swear he could see his skin getting redder still. “Yeah, yeah, I—I had toys.”

That was interesting. Toys? Jayce? The proper golden boy?

“What kind of toys?” Viktor asked, interest now piqued. He wouldn’t be able to just let that go without prying some. He also knew that talking was the best way to distract Jayce.

Getting Jayce facedown for this was the best thing he could have done. Had they been facing one another, he was certain Jayce would have shutdown at that question. Instead, his back jumped before he willed himself to relax again. It made Viktor’s heart sing, even just a little, that Jayce was comfortable enough with him to put aside his hesitation to speak candidly with him.

 “It wasn’t anything special, just--” Jayce let out a bitten-off groan as one of Viktor’s finger slipped into his tight heat. Thanks to the oil Viktor had spread just about everywhere, his finger sunk down to the knuckle with no resistance. It made Viktor clench his teeth at the way Jayce’s inner walls engulfed him, pulling against him like one finger wasn’t quite enough.

“Just one,” Jayce said, his voice so quiet that Viktor had to steady his breathing to properly hear him. “I only had one. Cheap. Suction cup on the bottom.”

Viktor was hit by an image, unbidden, but not unwelcome.

Viktor, anytime he did find himself worked up enough to masturbate, often thought of faceless, voiceless beings frotting against one another in a dark room. He never put himself in these situations. His mind simply never conjured up the idea, and he had no real desire for it to do so. With Jayce, the images hit him like a train. Like a punch to the gut. A kick to the shin. Jayce, with one of those toys he spoke of, suctioned to the glass door in his shower in Piltover. He was fucking back on it, the pleasure so intense that he couldn’t stop himself. One of his large hands cupping his chest, playing with his dark nipples, and the other hand, braced against the wall of the shower. His cock hung heavy between his legs, red and painful.

Viktor would bend down in front of him, at his altar, and take him into his mouth while Jayce keened and begged.

Toys like that didn’t exist in this town, and Viktor didn’t think it would be the brightest idea to order or buy them when everyone knew their names and faces at least three towns over. But, the idea of doing that, of recreating that, struck Viktor’s fancy. Perhaps they could work something out.

Viktor was never one to let a good idea go to waste, after all.

“How often did you use it?” Viktor asked, no sign of strain in his voice despite how hard he was holding back a moan that could rival Jayce’s building noises.

“All the time,” Jayce breathed, hiccupping out a moan as Viktor increased the speed of his hand. “Fuck, that’s—that’s good, Vik. So good.”  

Viktor’s hand moved with a smooth, steady rhythm, and Jayce’s focus seemed to melt away. Viktor’s other hand squeezed Jayce’s firm ass. Jayce clutched the pillow, his face buried so deep that Viktor worried about his breathing. Jayce’s noises were, unfortunately, slightly muffled by the pillow under his head, but Viktor wasn’t about to mention it—not yet, at least.

“And what would you do with it?”

Jayce’s legs squeezed once around Viktor’s sides before going lax again. His back trembled. “I would fuck myself with it. I would—I would fuck myself with it in bed, but sometimes…sometimes I would get on my knees, stick it to the floor, and—ah!”

“And?”

“And I would ride it. I would fuck myself so hard, and I’d pretend it was someone else, I’d--” Jayce let out another broken cry, pressing his face deep into the pillow he was still gripping like a tether.

Viktor chewed on his bottom lip at the lewd imagery, trying his best not to get rough as the lust fully engulfed him. He kept the same pace, only occasionally changing angles in hopes of finding Jayce’s prostate to draw out more of those lusty noises. He’d know when he did, not through feeling alone, but because of how vocal Jayce was proving to be.

And he was right, too.

When his finger struck the spongy tissue, Jayce’s head lifted from his pillow, and he let out a sharp gasp. His hips rose from the bed, pressing back against Viktor’s hands, chasing the feeling. Jayce legs tried to snap shut on instinct, as well, but they could only squeeze fruitlessly around Viktor, whose body was blocking their path.

“That’s it,” Jayce cried. “Right there—harder!”

Viktor wasn’t cruel. He kept his finger angled at the spot, alternating pressure as he made good on Jayce’s request to fuck him with his hands. He slipped another finger into Jayce’s hole, and he was met with no resistance. Jayce’s only response was to lift his hips even higher from the bed, making the pillow Viktor had placed under his hips moot.

He was now chest down on the bed, arms still gripping at the pillow under his head for dear life, with his hips high in the air. Jayce’s cock was hanging, hard and heavy, between his legs. His tip was a deeper red than even his flushed and sunburned neck, and Viktor brought his hand around and gave him one indulgent pump. Jayce keened high in the back of his throat, torn between fucking back onto Viktor’s fingers, or fucking his cock into Viktor’s fist.

“’M gonna come,” Jayce warned, voice slurred. “Vik—”

Viktor, instead of drawing back, picked up the pace. His arms were growing a little sore, but not enough to make him stop. It was worth fighting through the discomfort to listen to Jayce’s lavish, punched-out moans. To listen to him cry and beg for more. Jayce thrashed against the sheets under his chest, voice going high and tight as Viktor kept up the relentless pace, fucking Jayce’s greedy hole and stroking his cock with his warm, slick hands.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m com—mm!” Jayce’s body seized as his orgasm crested over him like a wave. Jayce’s walls grew so tight around Viktor he thought his fingers might lose circulation, but he kept pumping his fingers through the tightness now trying to reject him, milking every last sensation out of Jayce until his body went lax. His hips lowered back onto the bed, and he took deep, heaving breaths. When Viktor pulled his fingers free of the hot clench of his body, Jayce shuddered, but otherwise remained quiet and still as he caught his breath.

Viktor smoothed a hand over Jayce’s bare back.

“Good boy.”

He didn’t know why the words left his mouth at that very moment. Viktor had never thought to praise Jayce quite like that—at least not in a sexual context. He often reserved his praise for a job well done in the forge, or when Jayce had come up with a particularly clever idea. It was never applied to sex, however; at least, not until now.

Jayce stiffened, shuddering as he sat up, turning around to finally look at Viktor. Viktor was glad to finally see his beautiful, flushed face; just a little sad that he hadn’t seen the ecstasy on Jayce’s face as he brought him off with his hand. Jayce leaned forward and met Viktor in a messy, heated kiss despite the fact that the aftershocks from his orgasm had only just started to settle.

He remembered at some point Jayce mentioning that when he was still a young man, he had no real refractory period. It wasn’t a humble brag, just something he had mentioned to Viktor one night, mourning the fact that he could rarely orgasm more than once a night. It seemed he had other plans this night, and Viktor wasn’t about to discourage him.

Shaky fingers plucked at the buttons on Viktor’s shirt, and it was only then that he realized he was still fully clothed.

Viktor helped Jayce unbutton the shirt, shucking the fabric off into one of the dark corners of their bedroom. Jayce’s finger followed and made quick work of the buttons of Viktor’s trousers, popping them open quickly enough that a distant part of Viktor’s mind, the one that wasn’t completely lust-lost, was worried about the buttons being ripped off entirely.

Jayce gripped both of Viktor’s hands in his own, fingers twining between Viktor’s. Viktor was confused as Jayce rubbed them almost reverently until he realized Jayce was gathering the oil from Viktor’s hands onto his own. He dipped a hand into Viktor’s smallclothes, hands now slickened with oil, and circled his fingers around Viktor’s hard cock.

Viktor let his head drop forward onto Jayce’s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. He’d been so focussed on Jayce’s pleasure that he’d hardly felt his own arousal, pressing insistently against the seam of his trousers.

Jayce nuzzled his forehead insistently against Viktor’s, encouraging him to lift his head so they could share another heated kiss. Jayce was breathing against him and licking into his mouth like he was starving, or parched, or both. His free hand, too, gripped and smoothed over the thin plane of his stomach, over his sternum, the outline of his ribs—like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to touch or grab.

“Say it again,” Jayce breathed against his mouth.

“Say what again?” Viktor had said many things that night, and they’d all been some level of heinous.

“Tell me I’m good. Tell me I’m good for you.”

Ah.   

Jayce descended Viktor’s form, a seamless glide, and his soft lips enveloped Viktor’s cock. A strangled noise escaped Viktor, his breath catching as he struggled to react to the abrupt shift from stillness to intense sensation. He was torn between pulling away from Jayce, or canting his hips, forcing his cock deeper down Jayce’s throat. Instead, he chose the happy medium, as he always did. He stayed completely still, fingers gripping the sheets beside his hips as he tried to settle his overstimulated nerves. A familiar scene unfolded: Jayce, working with a focused intensity, lips slick and glistening. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of Jayce’s mouth working him over. No sign of strain crossed his face, no hint of discomfort, even as he delved deeper, a feat that both baffled and thrilled Viktor. It left him paralyzed.

When Jayce’s jaw did start aching, he instead used his tongue to trace the length of his cock, tongue gently but purposefully swiping over one swollen vein before the tip of his tongue teased at the crown, the sensitive slit beaded with precome that Jayce greedily drank down.

Viktor, the overstimulation finally fading into intense pleasure, brought one hand from the sheets to slip into Jayce’s raven hair as he slobbered all over his cock. “That’s it, Jayce. You’re such a good boy.”

Jayce let out a reedy moan, nibbling at his bottom lip before he opened his mouth and sunk back down onto Viktor’s cock, so deep that Viktor could feel Jayce’s throat throbbing around him. He sucked him down with fervour, brows pinched as he bobbed his head, tongue massaging at Viktor’s cock all the while.

Viktor fingers squeezed, pulling Jayce’s hair in a tight grip.

“Mmph--” Jayce’s voice was muffled around Viktor’s cock, and the vibration of it around him made him grip tighter, lost to it. It was only when he could see tears prickling at the corners of Jayce’s eyes that he realized he was pulling Jayce’s hair hard. He let go, soothing his hand over nest he’d made of Jayce’s pretty hair.  

“Sorry, I--”

Jayce let out another muffled noise, an pitiful attempt at forming words with his mouth full. Instead of pulling off, he locked eyes with Viktor. He didn’t need to say anything, Viktor knew him well enough to know that his eyes were saying, no, it’s fine.

Viktor cupped Jayce’s jaw, fingers scratching through his scruff, stroking under his chin. Jayce answered by swallowing Viktor down to the root, the tears building in the corners of his eyes finally making delicate tracks down his cheeks.

Gods, and wasn’t that a look?

“Jayce,” Viktor started, a breathless warning. “Careful.”

Jayce heeded his warning, finishing by pulling off with a wet pop and pressing a kiss to the spit-slick head of Viktor’s cock. It would almost have been comical if not for the reverence Jayce put into the kiss. When Jayce sat back on his haunches, Viktor realized he had grown hard again.

“Do you want to continue?” Viktor asked, though he knew the answer.

Jayce nodded, his shyness returning as his posture stiffened and a rosy flush crept up his neck. He looked divine, as he was. It was like he’d forgotten he’d just sucked Viktor’s cock like it was an oasis in a desert, or that he’d come with Viktor’s fingers deep inside his ass only minutes before.

“I want to face you this time,” Jayce said.

Viktor nodded and patted the bed for him to lay down as he gathered a pillow to prop under Jayce’s lower back, and one to cushion Viktor’s own bad leg.

Viktor leaned over Jayce when he’d settled, pressing a kiss to kiss each tear-wet cheek before he leaned in until his lips were nearly brushing the shell of Jayce’s ear. “Good boy, Jayce.”

Jayce shivered under him, and Viktor was so close he could hear the click of Jayce’s throat as he swallowed.

Viktor shifted forward on his knees until he was between Jayce’s firm thighs, the head of his cock brushing against Jayce’s fucked-open hole. The sensation of that alone was enough to make Viktor bite into his bottom lip, hissing through his teeth. Had he been younger, he might have come on the spot. Perhaps it was a good thing that he and Jayce only started a relationship in their mid-thirties.

“Good?” Viktor asked.

Jayce gave him a firm nod, and Viktor pressed the head of his cock inside. It slipped it with little resistance, and when the head was firmly inside, Jayce’s walls seemed to beckon him deeper. He could do little but follow the pull, letting himself sink deeper into Jayce’s heat. He checked Jayce’s face for any sign of discomfort, but instead of finding pain there, Jayce was looking down at where their bodies were joined, chewing on his bottom lip with a dazed expression.

“You’re so big,” Jayce sighed, his voice punched-out and wet.

The words hung in the air, a comment that, from Jayce, sent a shiver snaking down Viktor’s spine. He had little care for the egotistical dick-measuring that usually happened in the academy, feeling nothing but indifference even when past partners had mentioned his size, but the comment coming from Jayce meant something.

He let his forehead rest against Jayce’s sternum, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled Jayce’s familiar scent—a mix of soap and something uniquely him—to steady himself. It felt like he was the one adjusting, while Jayce, with a soft moan rumbling in his chest that almost felt like a purr, seemed utterly at ease with Viktor’s cock buried inside him.

The motion was small, but Jayce wiggled his hips under Viktor, indicating that he was ready for more.

When Viktor felt like he wasn’t going to come in two thrusts, he lifted his head, but not before pressing a soft kiss to Jayce’s sternum.

“You alright?” Jayce asked, voice already heavy with lust. The fact that he could ask despite that was a marvel, and also spoke to the level of care Jayce had for him.

“I should be asking you that.”

Jayce looked at him pleadingly, brows furrowed.

“Yes, Jayce. I am fine.”

“Good,” Jayce sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. His dark hair fanned out under him, and Viktor caved to his desire to run his fingers through it again. He really couldn’t get enough of it.

Viktor kept one hand braced on Jayce’s hip, and the other still buried in his hair as he gave him one experimental thrust, then another, as he struggled to find a rhythm. It had been a long time since Viktor had done this. It wasn’t as if he were a virgin, but it felt a little like it, in this moment. It’d been years since he’d been intimate with another person, and those people had not been Jayce. This felt wildly different from anything Viktor had done.

He suddenly felt wildly inadequate, entirely unsure of what he should be doing with his hands. With his body. The last time he had fucked a man had been when he was still in the academy, and Viktor had been a selfish and aloof partner at the time, only chasing his own pleasure out of detached scientific curiosity. He’d cared little for the experience of his partner.

Now, he found that it was all he cared about.

As Viktor brooded over those thoughts, worried that he wouldn’t be enough, Jayce took initiative. Jayce wrapped one of his strong legs around Viktor’s hip, forcing Viktor deeper. It immediately ripped Viktor out of his own mind, and he let out something between a shout and moan at the sensation.

“Hah, that’s it,” Jayce murmured, chest heaving. “That’s it, Vik. Right there.”

Jayce used his leg to guide Viktor into a steady rhythm--a rhythm he liked.

“Fuck, yes,” Jayce cried when Viktor sunk to the hilt, finally finding the rhythm that Jayce had helped him with. “Fuck--fuck me.”

Viktor took the comment as an order, diligently snapping his hips against Jayce, balls slapping against his ass. Jayce threw his head back, his leg still bracketing Viktor’s hip. His eyes were pressed closed, mouth slightly agape, hands grabbing mindlessly at any part of Viktor he could get his hands on.

Viktor watched Jayce immerse himself in the pleasure, and tightened his fingers in Jayce’s hair, just like he had done earlier that night. This time, he hadn’t done it accidentally.

Jayce’s head somehow pressed deeper into the pillows beneath him, exposing the elegant column of his neck as his throat worked around a trapped shout. Jayce’s hole clamped tight around him, but he wouldn’t let it throw off his rhythm. He thrust harder, deeper into that tight heat, and that finally jarred Jayce’s voice from his throat, back arching.

“Ah, hah--” Jayce’s voice, washed of strength—anemic. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Viktor gave one hard yank on Jayce’s hair, and Viktor watched as Jayce’s cock jumped, a bead of precome sticking to where his stiff cock pressed into his hairy belly.

Jayce finally lifted his head from the pillows, opening his eyes to look down at where he was speared on Viktor’s cock. Watching as Viktor pillaged his tight little hole. He felt Jayce clench tight around him, hips working against Viktor to bring him even deeper.

“Yes,” Jayce gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t hold back, fuck me like—fuck me like I’m your toy.”

What Viktor hadn’t expected, out of everything, was the cacophony of filth that came out of Jayce’s mouth.

He was so very grateful for the fact they’d expanded the house and Amaranthine was now on the far end, close enough to the river that the rushing water would drown out her father acting like a whore—and that was really the only way to put it.

That wasn’t to say that Viktor disliked it, though. No, quite the contrary.

Viktor had what he considered to be a low sex drive, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel lust.

Jayce’s words were like a flaming lance to his brain, so hot that it singed away all the parts of his brain that told him to “calm down” or “be normal.” It fried away everything until there was nothing but an unbridled lust that made him tremble. The slight pain in his leg, the one that was heading headlong into cramp territory, suddenly disappeared. Or rather, the part of his brain that might have cared had long since been burned to a crisp.

Jayce wrapped those arms, corded with thick muscle from being in the forge day and night, around Viktor’s slender shoulders, bringing him in tight to his chest but somehow still being mindful to not completely crush Viktor. His legs too, wrapped around Viktor’s thighs, carefully poised to keep Viktor from pulling out but also giving him the room to thrust into him. His heels dug into Viktor’s thighs.

Jayce gripped onto Viktor like a lifeline, torn between kissing him or groaning out filth into Viktor’s ear. And filth it was.

Dirty talk was dirty talk, and Viktor thought he had heard it all before, but this was something entirely different. Jayce’s hot breath was nearly creating condensation on Viktor’s face as he held him tight, spewing words Viktor would never have expected to leave Jayce’s mouth. It wasn’t something Viktor would have thought himself to enjoy, but since it was coming from Jayce, it made all the difference.

It was overwhelming in the best way.

Blunt nails were doing their very best to leave marks on Viktor’s shoulders, and Jayce’s legs tightened around his thighs, forcing him deeper and setting the pace at the same time. Viktor was being used as a life-sized sex toy for Jayce’s pleasure, and he didn’t mind in the least.

“Fuck, yes,” Jayce panted. “Please, Viktor, please--” their movements faltered as Jayce squeezed him tightly, a cry escaping his lips, a sound he feared would rouse their sleeping daughter, a thought that would have bothered him more if the rising pleasure hadn’t consumed him as completely as it had Jayce. “Fuck—hah—fuck a baby into me, Viktor. Please, fuck--”  

Electricity lanced up Viktor’s spine, tingling at the base of his skull at the words. It shouldn’t have worked the way it did on Viktor. He should have at least been baffled at the suggestion, but no, he grew impossibly harder inside Jayce, his own thighs trembling.

Viktor’s fingers found their way back into Jayce’s silky raven hair, gripping tight enough to get a quiet keening out of Jayce. “Is that what you want, Jayce?”

Jayce nodded enthusiastically, blown pupils, so large his eyes were nearly eclipsed in black, met Viktor’s.

Though Jayce was considerably larger than Viktor, that didn’t mean Viktor was completely weak. He slipped his arms under Jayce’s thighs, folding them up so they were both nearly at Jayce’s ears. Jayce’s eyes only fluttered at the motion, hips still working so he could meet Viktor’s increasingly hard thrusts.

There was no longer a rhythm to speak of, just a mindless rutting as Viktor pounded Jayce’s red, battered hole.

“You want me to make you a mommy?”

Jayce let out a sharp gasp. “Yes,” he cried. “Yes, yes, get me pregnant—get me pregnant!”

He let Jayce guide him into his hungry hole, head thrown back, eyes shut, gapped teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he let the sensation wash over him. Viktor had never seen him like this; Jayce, lost in his own bliss, set the pace, giving Viktor a chance to soak in the sight.

“Gods, Jayce,” Viktor bit out when Jayce’s heels dug into the meat of his ass. It was almost painful, and was guaranteed to be painful the next morning, but he had no desire to stop it. He would wear that ache like a badge of honour.

“Next time,” Jayce grit out. “Next time, I’m going to, fuck—I’m going to fucking ride you. I’m going to—I’m going to—oh, fuck!”

Viktor felt Jayce squeeze down around his cock, getting an answering, broken groan out of him. Jayce’s entire body tensed, even his fingers were like wrought iron around Viktor’s arms. He let out a harsh, choked-off moan, swallowing once, twice. Viktor looked between them, and though it didn’t look like Jayce had come, it certainly felt like he had. His walls pulsed around Viktor, very nearly milking an orgasm out of him. 

Jayce hauled Viktor back down again, so they were chest to chest, and he let out a soft whimper into his ear, pressing a burning kiss to Viktor’s jaw. His cock was still hard against Viktor’s thin belly, and yet it felt like Jayce had just come.

“Did you—”

Jayce nodded, his scruff rough against the side of Viktor’s neck. Viktor was certain he was going to have some horrendous beard burn the following day, but he didn’t complain, for fear of Jayce shaving. The horror.

Viktor moved to pull out, but Jayce’s legs were still locking him in place. “No, don’t--fuck your come into me. Please?”

Viktor kissed the soft skin behind Jayce’s ear, shivering. “Anything for you.”

Viktor’s thrusts were slower now, no longer chasing Jayce’s desperate high. He picked his own pace now, though Jayce seemed to revel in it just as much. Viktor was so very close to the edge, and it seemed Jayce was too, again--miraculously.

Jayce finally released Viktor from his iron-grip, legs falling away and knees bent wide, offering a vulnerable openness. Viktor pressed both of his hands to Jayce chest, both to balance himself, as well as to play with his dark nipples, fingers running through the dark whorls of hair covering them. Jayce let out a soft sigh in response, the urgency from earlier gone, making way for something gentler. He gripped one of Viktor’s thin wrists, not guiding him anywhere—just holding him as he met Viktor’s eyes, chocolate brown conveying a reverence that almost made Viktor flinch away.

Instead, he leaned down, kissing Jayce softly as he felt his orgasm approaching suddenly and ferociously. His fingers tightened into fists over Jayce’s chest, panting hard into Jayce’s mouth.

“That’s it,” Jayce breathed.

Viktor had enough of his mind left to reach down, wrapping his tired fingers around Jayce’s cock, pumping him hard.

It took little time for Jayce to come. With a sharp cry, Jayce’s overstimulated body seized, nerves on fire. His come splattered onto his stomach, reaching as far up as his chest as he gripped at Viktor’s arms like they were the only thing tethering him to their mortal plane. The tight clutch of his body, and the little, fucked out whimpers he breathed into Viktor’s ear had Viktor following soon after. Teeth clenched, letting out a harsh hiss. The edges of his vision blurred, a black vignette chewing at his peripherals as he finally came, his release pumping Jayce full, just like he had asked.

Jayce sighed through the residual tremors, hips shifting against Viktor’s oversensitive cock. Viktor realized he was feeling Viktor’s release inside himself--revelling in it.

It got one last shiver out of Viktor, one last tiny dribble of come pumping out of him. The dregs of his release.

Viktor groaned, letting his head drop to Jayce’s sticky-hot chest. He let his full weight rest on Jayce, not worried about crushing him.

When they’d both caught their breath, Viktor finally pulled out of Jayce. He’d sworn up and down that he wasn’t egotistical, but he sat back on his knees, looking at Jayce’s swollen hole, at his come slowly leaking out of him. He’d done that to Jayce.  

One last shiver wracked his body before he dropped onto the bed beside Jayce, staring up at the blank ceiling.

It felt like an eon had passed before Jayce spoke. 

“Sorry, that was a lot.”

Viktor turned his head to look at Jayce, whose face was still red from both exertion and embarrassment. Despite how tired Viktor was, he mustered up the energy to sit up, leaning on his elbow so he could properly look at Jayce. He gently scratched his fingers through Jayce’s scruff, his mouth a small moue. There was something special about a beard on Jayce. Where it made a man look rugged normally, it gave Jayce a softer look—at least in Viktor’s eyes.

How was it that he was so cute?

Deep, dark eyes looked up at him imploringly despite the embarrassment there. His lips only slightly parted, showing those cute gapped teeth. He somehow made himself look so small, even though he was nothing of the sort.

“That’s not a bad thing.” Viktor ran his thumb under Jayce’s eye, pushing out an unshed tear.

It seemed to hit Jayce all at once, and he brought both hands up to his face, covering himself. “Why did I say all that?”

“Say all of what?” Viktor asked, only teasing a little. It wasn’t as if Viktor hadn’t said his fair share of absolutely heinous things during their strange dirty talk.

“I’ve never said anything like that in my life,” Jayce exclaimed, voice muffled by the hands still covering his face. “I swear, it’s not even—it’s not something I’ve even thought about before, at all. I mean, why would I? I can’t, you know—I can’t get pregnant!”

Viktor finally laughed, despite holding it back so valiantly. He really wanted to be gentle with Jayce, to make him feel better about it, but he was just too funny sometimes.

“Seriously, Vik.” Jayce’s voice was no longer muffled, and he pushed himself up and hung over Viktor, who’d fallen to the bed, still laughing.

He looked up into Jayce’s frowning face, reaching up to pinch a cheek before he let his hand fall to the pillow under his head, residual titters shaking the bedframe. “It’s a good thing you can’t, because I think that would have taken.”

Jayce’s face flushed furiously, and he collapsed onto the bed beside Viktor, facedown.

Viktor gave him a moment before he rolled over, running his fingers through Jayce’s hair. He could see the furious red tips of Jayce’s ears, so he decided he would stop tormenting him, at least for now. At least until the opportunity arose to embarrass Jayce again—only when they were alone, of course, because Viktor wasn’t that cruel.

Plus, this Jayce was for Viktor’s eyes only.

“Was it alright, at least?” Viktor asked.

He knew the answer to that one, but Viktor wasn’t averse to having his ego stroked occasionally.

“What do you think?” Jayce asked, finally pulling his face from the pillow to look at Viktor.

Viktor only smiled back at him.

“OK, OK, no need to be that smug,” Jayce laughed. “Dial it back a little.”

“I’ll think about it.” Ok, Viktor was very smug. Smug, but also very, very smitten. It was things like these—these unexpected sides of Jayce—that he loved to see. It was something different, something no one else had seen, and Viktor felt high with the knowledge that he was the only one who had, and likely ever would.

He pressed a kiss to Jayce’s cheek before settling into the pillows beside him.

“Be honest,” Jayce started, and Viktor raised his brows for Jayce to go on. “Did the arcane, you know, change how big you were.”

Viktor sputtered a laugh.

“What? It’s a genuine question.”

“What do you mean by ‘change’ how big I am?”

“I don’t remember you being that hung.”

Viktor sniggered again. “No, the arcane didn’t change anything. And what do you mean you don’t remember? We had not known each other carnally until recently.”

“Don’t say carnally.” Jayce grimaced.

“What else would you like me to say?”

“Just not that.” Jayce was smirking again despite the severity with which he said the words.

“My apologies, then.”

“I guess I can forgive you,” Jayce said softly. Viktor could tell the pull of sleep had Jayce in its sights, and it wouldn’t take long for it to have a complete hold on him.

“Sleep,” Viktor said, pressing a kiss to Jayce’s forehead.

“I need t’ shower,” Jayce slurred. “Sheets…dirty.”

“Mm,” Viktor mumbled, ruffling Jayce’s hair, watching as sleep finally won its battle. Jayce’s back rose and fell softly. Viktor admired him quietly before he pushed himself up from the bed, pulling on his sleep clothes so he could venture to the washroom for a warm cloth to clean Jayce.

With the soft click of the door opening, he heard Jayce’s quiet, sleepy, “love you.”

He smiled as he left the room.