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Jayce Talis loathed to call himself a simple man. He was anything but, he figured at times, considering the fact he nearly damned himself to exile from the one and only City of Progress to preserve his fragile ego when it was in question. Or maybe it was his titanous, ferocious desire, no- need- to conserve his one and only dream for the entirety of his life when that came into question. His ego, his hexcore dream, they were one in the same he found during certain moments of self-realization.

Yet, he was a simple man, in that he had an ego, and he had a dream, and they were entangled irrevocably for the sole reason that he was… simple.

However, at this moment, he was a simple man only because for perhaps the 500th time since he was saved from exile, since he was saved, the man who saved him spurred a sickening type of churn in his stomach when he threw a smile his way.

He pondered this churn when he called it a night and retired to his personal chambers. Why was it there, and why was it so persistent? Viktor was nothing short of everything to Jayce, that was true, it was more than true, God. He never imagined someone would stand by his side with such overwhelming persistence even when their own career and life was at jeopardy for doing so. Jayce’s mind was cruel to him at times when it reminded him that this fact was especially true for Viktor, when it was considered his background as a Zaunite and presumed physical limitations.

Jayce would comfort himself sometimes and say it was a classic case of falling for the knight in shining armor. It wasn’t Viktor he was feeling this way about, it was what he did for him. But this comfort would subside when he ran through thought experiments where he imagined this relationship with Viktor sans the circumstance in which they became acquainted. If Jayce had everything he wanted already, if Viktor was just someone who sat tangentially to him in the lab, never even touching Hextech, how would he feel then? He imagined this “stranger” running his hands through his chestnut hair and leaning back when a certain equation frustrated him. Then he would drag his hand over his face and hold his own jaw tightly, like it would squeeze an answer out. He imagined deep golden eyes scanning documents, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration. Then he imagined that concentration broken, and those eyes flicking up to meet Jayce’s. He would smile, because Viktor always smiled at Jayce, and he would melt all over again.

There was one night in particular he would consider this scenario, but Viktor was standing at the blackboard instead, one arm strung across his chest, supporting another hand rubbing at his jaw again, something he did when he was deep in thought, which was practically every waking moment. He would jot something down, and lightly toss the chalk in his hand to spur more ideas. Jayce loved it when it was Viktor’s turn at the board, as it wasn’t an often occurrence. Sitting was more comfortable for Viktor, and Jayce was more than happy to be the sounding board for his ideas and write them down for him. In this scenario, however, he was more than happy to sit back and follow the ends of his hair curling against his neck, into the curve of his back arching to see the bigger picture, into the slender, veined grip of his hand onto the chalk.

Well. Shit. He really was a simple man.

Needless to say, he didn’t get much sleep that night. Nor the night after. Shame tinged the corners of his mind at the revelation that he was losing sleep over his infatuation with his lab partner like he was a teenager. He was an adult. Maybe a sexually frustrated one. Maybe one who hadn’t held a lover in years at this point. Maybe one that couldn’t contain himself from fantasizing about beautiful men in close proximity to him. But an adult, all the same. And he couldn’t let his thoughts become possessed with such stupid occupations.

It was the morning after a third night of poor sleep when Jayce trudged into the lab, forcing himself into something halfway decent for the academy beforehand, not even bothering to shave his stubble that grew in the days since he last took care of it. He was sure his hair was a mess, but he truly couldn’t care less, it was only Viktor here, afterall. Viktor would understand. Besides, maybe it was a good thing if he wasn’t as attractive, maybe that would shove his confidence into a corner and allow him to focus on work instead of staring at Viktor’s mole above his lip and resisting the urge to kiss it.

Jayce collapsed into his desk chair and immediately picked up the papers of formulas he was running the night before. In the corner of his eye, he saw Viktor raise a curious head towards him.

“Good Morning, Jayce.”

Jayce quickly realized that coming into the lab sleep deprived was maybe the worst thing he could have done right now, as for whatever reason, hearing Viktor say his name seems to have doubled in its effect on him. His tone of voice was nearly surprised, or amused, and because of his accent, it caused the higher pitches of the sentence to be accentuated, almost like his voice was cracking, but sliding into the high tones instead. It took Jayce an embarrassing amount of time to realize he was sitting contemplating Viktor’s voice instead of actually responding to it.

“Oh, Good Morning, Viktor.”

Viktor chuckled slightly, and Jayce unwillingly turned to look at him as his heart unwillingly picked up speed. Viktor shared an amused, nearly teasing expression as he stared at Jayce and gestured to him.

“I see slumber has been gracious to you last night,” Playful sarcasm decorated his voice and he tilted his head, “You realize it might prove difficult to concentrate today, no?”

Jayce groaned and leaned back further in his chair, bringing both hands up to drag his face upward. He wasn’t sure if blushing was a real thing, but he did know his face felt hot when Viktor teased him, and he wasn’t about to risk the potential of that effect being visual.

“We have to get this done, whether I’m rested or not. You were right that this rune combination has a different formula, and we need to find it.”

He heard the familiar sound of Viktor’s cane shifting against the desk as he grabbed it to stand, and the familiar sound of it tapping along the floor as his shoes clacked closer and closer to Jayce. What wasn’t familiar was the feeling of Viktor’s hands clasping over Jayce’s, and slowly pulling them down. Jayce was met with the sight of deep golden eyes scanning over him in concern. Viktor donned a slight pout, which is what he always did when he was unraveling a problem. It took a truly mortifying amount of strength for Jayce to not lean forwards and bite the lip jutting out. He imagined it warm and soft between his teeth, and imagined what sounds that might elicit from Viktor.

“Jayce. We aren’t going to get much of anything done if your brilliant mind isn’t working at full capacity,” He squeezed the hands he was still holding, and his grip was surprisingly forceful for such a lean man, “I can’t change the world without my partner.”

Jayce wondered what Viktor would think if he knew exactly what his words were doing to him at this exact moment. The word “brilliant” spurred on his blood, and the word “partner” sent that blood flying towards his lower half. He wasn’t sure what expression was betraying him at this moment, but whatever it was, Viktor’s eyes widened ever so slightly before a small smirk broke free. Jayce cleared his throat so his voice wouldn’t crack when he spoke.

“You’re right, Viktor. I’m sorry, I should’ve taken more care to make sure I was alert for work today.”

“It’s alright, we’ll just take it a bit slower today. No ‘cranking it’.” A wink accompanied the murmur of his voice at the last part, and Jayce was positive he was screwed. Just so unbelievably screwed. He tried not to gulp, really, but it was nearly automatic, like he was taking a deep breath after short ones. Speaking of breathing, he realized he wasn’t doing much of that right now.

“I’m glad you still remember that.”

“Of course I do. I remember everything about that night.”

Viktor smirk transformed into a toothy smile, shared by a deep fondness glazing over his eyes. It was truly reflexive, the way Jayce smiled with him. He let out a breath and laughed slightly.

“So do I.”

Viktor let go of one of Jayce’s hands to bring a hand to his shoulder, and his fingers grazed the base of his neck. Jayce fought himself to keep that smile on his face steady as opposed to letting his jaw drop to the floor and release a groan from the feeling of having Viktor’s hands so tantalizingly close to gripping his throat. God, what was wrong with his head? If Jayce didn’t know any better, he would think he was a virgin with the way the slightest touch was fueling his overwhelming arousal.

“Jayce, are you feeling okay?”

“H-huh?”

“You feel a bit…warm.” His tone was lathered in curiosity, or maybe suspicion. Jayce prayed it was the former as he cleared his throat again and nodded vehemently, trying to ignore the feeling of Viktor’s fingers rubbing against his neck with each movement of his head.

“Yeah, yeah, you know, just… tired.”

“Is that all?”

Viktor cocked his head, letting his hair crowd the right side of his face due to gravity. Jayce tensed his hands slightly to try and rid his palms of the sweating beading off of them.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just you seem a bit riled up, Jayce. Are you positive you’re only tired?”

Jayce’s voice squeaked as he tried to push out a response his brain had not conjured yet. He resided to only nod again and share a small appeasing smile. Viktor, however, was not appeased, and leaned down to be eye level with Jayce. He kept his head slightly lowered so that he was staring through his lashes, just semicircles of honey peeking through.

“Jayce.”

“Yes,” He nearly breathed out, suddenly feeling void of air. He hoped you couldn’t hear someone’s banging against their chest from this distance. Viktor brought his other hand to Jayce’s neck, both thumbs now resting on the curve of his clavicle. If he brought them closer together, they’d be wringing his neck. Jayce unhelpfully wondered if Viktor’s hands were big enough to do that, and that thought made him twitch ever so slightly.

“I need complete and total honesty from you. You need not ruin your winning streak of being…” Viktor seemed to contemplate his next words. His eyes trailed down Jayce’s body before he murmured the completed thought, “a good boy.”

In the greatest moment of genius and self respect Jayce had performed in his life, he felt his cock straining against his pants as they tented at a rate he was too worked up to be horrified by. He sucked in a breath before he could register it, and gripped the arms of his chair. Then, just because God hated him, Jayce realized that Viktor was staring steadily at Jayce’s bulge, a pleased smirk spreading across his face. He flicked his eyes back up to meet Jayce’s, a new fire seemingly ignited in them.

“Jayce, will you be a good boy and tell me the truth?”

He was smart enough not to trust his voice at this moment, and nodded rapidly, daring not to tear his gaze from Viktor’s. It didn’t matter anyway, as Viktor broke their stare to lean closer to Jayce, letting his lips brush his ear.

“Did I arouse you?”

Jayce was a simple man. He was an inventor, a bright mind, a daring soul, yes. But at the end of the day, he was a simple man with simple, innate urges. When a beautiful man is whispering in your ear, and cradling your neck, you really have no choice but to be one. So, Jayce couldn’t help but give in, and let himself be that simple man.

“You do.”

Viktor rewarded his honesty by catching the lobe of Jayce’s ear with his tongue and holding it between his teeth, nibbling just slightly. Jayce all but shot his waist into the air, letting his back arch against the chair. His gasp was audible now, and shameless. Shame had no home here, not right now. That was for whenever Viktor decided they were done, and if he was anything like Jayce knew him, he tended to work later than customary.

“Uh, uh, uh, contain yourself, Jayce,” And yet despite ordering him to contain himself, Viktor, brought a hand to his stomach to hold it down, which seemed a little contradictory to what he was demanding Jayce to do, “Don’t give me a reason to punish you so soon. I thought you were my good boy, hm?”

Viktor caressed Jayce’s abdomen, his slender fingers catching in the crevices of his abs. The drag of his fingers pummelled more blood towards his cock, which was now bursting to escape from its prison of fabric. Jayce’s breaths picked up as he practically ripped the leather off of the arm of his chair.

“P-Please-”

His own voice felt foreign in his ears, hearing himself beg with a whiny tone that he would be positively mortified by were he not so inconceivably turned on right now. Viktor rose from his leaning position, his bones audibly popping and cracking as he went. His hands slipped off of Jayce, and the air felt so much colder now his heat was absent. He leaned against the desk behind him, nearly slouching as he looked down at Jayce with an expectant gaze.

“I asked you a question.”

“I..” Jayce found his ego and his dick fighting each other, not wanting to submit so easily but so desperately begging to at the same time. Viktor eyebrows raised at Jayce’s hesitation, like a warning to act right or regret it dearly. Jayce heeded that warning.

“I am your good boy,” he murmured.

“What was that?”

Jayce cleared his throat. He took care to make sure he was staring Viktor directly in the eyes. His voice was clear as day, and he spoke from the depths of his chest.

“I am your good boy.”

It was Viktors turn to gulp, which he did visibly, as his eyes widened. His hands shook slightly as he reached out and grasped Jayce’s tie, pulling him up by it. The height difference caused a shift in perspective, where Jayce was now looking down at Viktor. He never once dared take his eyes off of him before Viktor pulled his tie again to crash their lips together.

For two well distinguished gentlemen, the way they kissed was nothing short of dirty, spit and tongues moving faster than either of them could manage. Their teeth clashed with little mind, as number one priority at this moment was shoving tongues and feeling each other unprofessionally. Jayce suddenly remembered his daydream from moments earlier and took Viktor’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. The reaction was everything he anticipated and more, as Viktor groaned something guttural into Jayce’s mouth, and the tones reverberated down his body.

Jayce slipped his hands over Viktor’s waist, taking mental note of the fact that he was remarkably short of having his fingers touch each other. Maybe if he squeezed, but that would be at risk of shifting Viktor’s skin uncomfortably against his back brace, so instead he dragged his mouth away from Viktor’s and worked at his neck. He cycled between kissing, licking, and biting as his mouth dragged lower and lower. He was at his collar bone when Viktor, gasping and panting, gripped the back of Jayce’s hair and laughed, delirious and near maniacal.

It did something horrible to Jayce, that sound, and he bit a little harder than he initially intended at that moment. Viktor let a lewd sound escape his throat and jutted against Jayce. It created a beautiful friction between their heat, which granted Jayce a turn to moan against Viktor’s neck.

“Oh, you’re remarkable, Jayce Talis.”

A louder moan escaped Jayce before he could stop himself, and this time the embarrassment was strong enough to break through the haze of lust he was in. He stopped his movements dead in their tracks, as did Viktor. What was definitely only seconds felt like hours in Jayce’s mind, as his heart banged out of his chest for a now completely different reason.

Viktor’s hand grasped Jayce’s jaw and lifted it upwards. He was met by Viktor’s surprised stare, his eyes wider than Jayce had ever seen them. He wanted desperately to hide from his gaze, but there was this innate thing in him now, this desire to be… good for him.

In a seeming fit of experimentation, Viktor brought their faces slightly closer and spoke cautiously.

“You’re extraordinary.” There was an added amount of admiration in his voice, along with a noticeable lean into his accent. Jayce tried to contain himself, but a gasp ripped through his throat reflexively. Viktor’s eyes brightened with something amazing and evil, and he let his mouth hang open slightly.

Jayce had enough self respect to know when enough was enough, so he hung his head to escape the lust practically being beamed at him from Viktor’s eyes. This reprieve didn’t last for long, however, as Viktor lifted Jayce’s head up again, more forcefully this time. A smile was now stretched across his face.

“Jayce, just when I thought you couldn’t get any better, you prove me wrong yet again.”

He’s smart enough to bite his lip this time before another helpless sound escapes him. Praise was something that never really got his rocks off previously, to be frank. A 4.0 student, a scientist, someday Piltover’s darling, praise was just a part of everyday life. It meant nothing to him, because it didn’t mean much from the people it was coming from. It never felt all too sincere until he met Viktor.

When Viktor told him he was brilliant, he said it like a prayer, like it was a revelation the world had to know. He meant it. So, in response, his previously blossoming emotions about Viktor and this sincere praise amalgamated into something that made breakthroughs in the lab a little awkward internally for him. He was almost certain the majority of people did not get a jolt to their member when their lab partner complimented them.

Viktor immediately brought his thumb to Jayce’s bottom lip and pulled it open. He leaned in closer, speaking against his mouth, staring him in the eyes.

“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me. Let me hear you, partner.”

The moan that from his mouth was nothing short of pornographic, he didn’t even think he could sound like that. That damn word again, Jayce was probably going to hear it ringing in his ears when he died. Which feels like very soon, if he doesn’t get attention to his throbbing cock.

Viktor laughed breathlessly and brought their lips together again, their hunger palpitating in each slip of their tongues writhing against each other. Much like them, Jayce grinded against Viktor with a needy force driven by his desperate need for friction. This time, Viktor relented and grinded back, shuddering on his way down each time as Jayce’s bulge caught on his cock through their clothes. Jayce ate the shudders as Viktor’s groans vibrated against his mouth.

Jayce snaked his hands under Viktor’s thighs to hunker down and lift him onto the desk. He was even lighter than he expected, and was just a few pounds of force short of throwing Viktor into the air instead of carrying him. Viktor leaned back on one hand and tugged Jayce’s tie with the other, pulling their lips apart with a force. His eyes were dark and predatory.

“It seems that somebody forgot their manners. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson about patience.”

Viktor pulled his tie again, lower and lower until Jayce had no choice but to kneel on the floor. This was met with a satisfied smirk from Viktor as he began to unbutton his vest. Jayce tucked away the mental note that Viktor seemed to enjoy being above Jayce. Or maybe he enjoyed seeing what Jayce looked like when he was under Viktor. That is if he was anything like Jayce, who was learning to become obsessed with the view of Viktor’s calculating eyes staring down at him as he made a show of sliding off his vest, and slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Jayce was sure the lack of speed was purposeful, and his method was as well, as he took turns opening the top most button and then the bottom, leaving the middle shut, and effectively closing off the majority of his body from view. His hands faltered and shook a bit as he fiddled with the last button, the hesitance reflecting on his expression subtly. Viktor seemed to be searching Jayce’s expression, examining the landscape of this situation before he committed. Jayce glanced down at the bit of skin that managed to be exposed, then back up at Viktor’s stare. He smiled excitedly, ensuring that excitement was clear. Viktor smiled back as he breathed out the breath he must have been holding and released the last button, letting the fabric fall aside and reveal the unobstructed view of his chest.

Being a gentleman, Jayce knew it was rude to stare, but God, how could you not? The first thing he noticed was all the moles he never knew he was missing out on but now felt an odd retroactive despair for all the years he could have been staring at these ones too. Viktor was lean, as expected, but for as much as you imagine what someone looks like under their clothes, it will never compare to the real thing, as Jayce is coming to learn. When Viktor breathes, his skin releases under the straps of his back brace and old bruises peek out, presumably from years of weight placed on the same place. Jayce wanted to kiss those bruises, kiss the moles, kiss anything Viktor would allow. Top surgery scars stretched across Victor’s lower chest, and Jayce thought it the perfect place to caress with his thumbs as he pounded into him. One day.

“Jayce.”

“Hm?”

“You see something you like?”

Jayce, suddenly flushed from realizing he was probably staring a bit too long, looked up at Viktor’s face, noticing the tips of his ears were red and he was biting his lip. He was clearly shy, though Jayce for the life of him could not possibly conceive of why that was. He smiled wide.

“You have no idea, V.”

Viktor smiled warmly and let out a breath again. He beckoned Jayce over with his finger, and pointed down to where he’d like him. Jayce acquiesced, scooching closer to the desk and resting his hands on Viktor’s thighs.

“You’re so good, listening to me. So good,” Viktor kept eye contact as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His ass lifted off the desk enough to allow his pants and boxers to slide off and bunch at his ankles. Jayce rested his hands back on Viktor’s thighs, avoiding the more prodding parts of his leg brace, though it was hard to find a good spot to dig his fingers into when he was introduced to the full glorious view of Viktor’s glistening cunt, his cock pink and poking out past his lips. Jayce could see the tip soaked in wet, along with the surrounding area of auburn hair curling around his sex, seemingly creating a path to direct Jayce where he wanted to be most right now. Viktor ran his fingers through Jayce’s hair lovingly.

“You told me I arouse you. I want you to show me the extent to which this is true.”

If he was anything, Jayce was a man with no time to waste. A very busy man, a very focused and goal oriented man. Therefore, wasting time pruning his fingers held no appeal to him, not at this moment, when his face was mere inches away from knowing what Viktor’s cock tasted like. This all being said, Jayce immediately pulled Viktor’s body closer and gave a long lick across his heat.

A gasp punched out of Viktor, maybe partially from not expecting Jayce to immediately suck him off, yet this gasp devolved into deep groans as his grasp on Jayce’s hair tightened. This spurred Jayce on more, and he dipped his tongue into the slit housing Viktor’s hole, and fervently lapped the puddling slick escaping it. He circled his tongue around Viktor’s cock, feeling it grow steadily and firm up.

“F-Fuck, Jayce.”

Jayce cycled between tonguing Viktor’s cunt and stroking his cock with his tongue. He felt another hand grasp at his hair as he went, tugging at it while also shoving his head closer against Viktor’s sex. Jayce closed his lips around Viktor’s cock and sucked, feeling it slide against his tongue as the vacuum his mouth created pulled it further in.

Viktor gasped and moaned louder than was probably advised for someone engaging in cunninglingus in the Piltover Academy Laboratory. A slap rang out in the room as Viktor assumably smothered his mouth with his hand to muffle his cries. Jayce, however, simply could not find it within him to care at this exact moment who heard them, and he brought a hand up to pull at Viktor’s arm and remove it from his mouth. He sucked again, hoping to produce the same sound. His hopes, as it turned out, were answered.

A guttural groan echoed through the room as Viktors legs shook slightly. Jayce smiled against his cock and flicked it with the tip of his tongue, earning him another sharp gasp.

“Don’t stop, Jayce, don’t stop. You feel so fucking good,” The end of Viktor’s sentence turned into downright whines as he keened and shoved his pelvis into Jayce’s face.

“You’re incredible, God, you’re so incredible, oh fuck!”

When Jayce moaned into Viktor’s heat, it earned him another jerk. If his neglected cock was angry before, it’s fucking fuming now, hearing Viktor’s lustful praises and knowing it was him deriving him this much pleasure. He was sure his hair would eventually thin at the places where Viktor was just about yanking fistfuls of hair nearly out of their follicles. His volume increased, and Jayce made another mental note that if they were ever going to do this at his house, it would have to be when he was certain his mother would be gone for a while, as he was learning that Viktor was a very vocal lover. Not one moment of silence has passed since Jayce shut himself up on Viktor’s cock, the air was constantly polluted with moans, gasps, “yes”, and Jayce’s name.

Viktor deserted any self control he may have been holding onto for Jayce’s sake, as he shamelessly grinded his cunt against Jayce’s mouth. One hand let go of Jayce’s hair and the sound of a hand slamming down on the desk rang out. He felt Viktor’s back arch back and heard the metal of his back brace clank from the sudden gesture.

“Fffu-uck Jayc-c-ce you’re so go-ood yes yes yes,”

Jayce’s moans became fairly consistent as Viktor chased after his release, eventually finding it as Jayce mouthed his cock one last time and sucked, hard. He spasmed and shook violently as he released a moan that Jayce was almost positive somebody would have heard were it not a weekend. He internally thanked the powers that be that this all didn’t go down on a Monday.

He was still shaking as he came down, still releasing moans spurred by aftershocks of pleasure. It also probably didn’t help that Jayce was still lazily circling around Viktor’s cunt with his tongue. Viktor had to take the initiative to push Jayce’s head away with his foot, as he had resolved to lie back on the desk in order to catch his breath and good sense. Jayce could see his chest heaving up and down past the view of his red and abused cock that was made moist now by saliva rather than wetness. This was a different story for his cunt, however, as it was flowing a steady stream which pooled onto the desk. Jayce resisted the disgusting urge to lap at the leftovers for the simple purpose of not wasting any.

“Jayce… you are something remarkable.”

Pride glowed in Jayce’s chest and made a home there, accompanying his heart as it beat and flowed more blood towards his cock. He did good, and he specifically did good by Viktor, which was all he could ever want right now. Viktor propped himself up on his elbows to stare at Jayce, his hair sticking to his forehead by the sweat and a beautiful pink shade coloring his face. The pride glowed brighter.

Viktor held out a hand to be let up, which Jayce happily assisted in as he rose to his feet and pulled Viktor back upright in his newly damp desk seat. Viktor flopped forward slightly to rest his head on Jayce’s chest, still catching his breath.

“I should have known you would have been excellent at that, you love to use your pretty little mouth, don’t you?”

Viktor lazily caressed Jayce’s torso, dragging his hand up his chest then running it back down the length of his stomach, always stopping just before his belt. Each time his hand creeped closer to Jayce’s cock, it jumped in anticipation like it was magnetically attracted to Viktor’s hand. At this point, it probably was.

“At least I’m using it for some good this time,” Jayce laughed out before watching Viktor’s hand stop suddenly.

“What are you talking about? Your voice created all of this. It simply would not have been had you neglected to speak your truth,” He raised his head to stare at Jayce, expression deadly serious, tone slightly offended, “I would have never known how exceptional the expanses of your mind could be. I would have never had something to excite over every day. You don’t think that’s for good?”

Jayce wasn’t sure if it was the eye contact, or the words, or just how sincerely Viktor delivered them, but it suddenly felt like someone turned the sensation in his heat up to level 10, and a choked groan forced itself out of him as he nearly doubled over, and grasped the table ends on either side of Viktor for support. Viktor, in turn, jumped suddenly and held Jayce upright as he gathered himself again.

“Did you just cum?”

“Almost.”

Something new took over Viktor’s expression, something Jayce often saw take hold when he was about to try some crazy new technique to get the hex stones to do what they needed to. Or when he had some ingenious plan that Jayce would initially think is utterly insane only to find that it was exactly what they needed.

“Could you?” Viktor asked tentatively.

“Could I what?”

“Cum. Like this. Just me talking to you.”

Viktor’s gaze was dangerous again, and both his hands wandered to the very bottom of Jayce’s stomach and rested there, refusing to continue until Jayce produced an answer to his satisfaction. Jayce’s gut reaction was, yes, yes he could. Considering the state he was in right now and how long he’s been waiting to practically explode out of his zipper. However, he was also sure that if he told Viktor this, he would probably never touch Jayce’s cock out of pure fascination with the fact that he didn’t have to. To be completely honest, Jayce was going to pass out if Viktor didn’t pull his dick out within the next five minutes, yet something in the back of his mind was pressuring him to reconsider. The ringing memory of Viktor whispering in Jayce’s ear, telling him to be a good boy and tell the truth.

Fucking people pleasing tendencies.

“Um. Yeah, I think I could.”

Viktor’s grip on Jayce’s abdomen tightened, yet his stare remained unchanged, if not a little brighter. A little more excited. He looked down at Jayce’s bulge, impossibly tensed against the fabric of his pants, probably a large splotch of precum wetting it where the head rested. He glanced back up at Jayce’s face and furrowed his brows. In one quick motion, he unbuckled Jayce’s belt and ripped his pants down, freeing his cock as it sprung out and hit the surrounding cool air.

A breath audibly got caught in Viktor’s throat as he observed the length of Jayce. He was well endowed, something Jayce never took too much pride in until now. Until this moment, with Viktor’s eyes roaming over his cock like he was a starving man eyeing a feast. This only added to Jayce’s arousal, and caused his weeping dick to twitch again.

This seemed to be Viktor’s breaking point as he immediately grabbed his cock and started gently stroking it. Just lightly testing the waters. He swiped his thumb over the slit to gather the precum gathering there and gave his first real stroke. Jesus christ, was it hard for Jayce not to bust right there. The sight of Viktor’s slender hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it languidly would be enough to satiate him for the next month. However, considering the circumstance he found himself in today, he didn’t really think he’d have to go that long without ever again.

“Viktor, oh my god,” Jayce breathed out and watched Viktor bite his lip as he slowly increased the speed of his strokes.

“So he speaks.”

“Would you like me to?”

Viktor flicked his eyes up towards Jayce to share a smirk. He brought his unoccupied hand up to Jayce’s face and held him tenderly by his chin, slightly shaking it as he spoke.

“I want to hear everything that comes out of that perfect mouth.”

Jayce gripped onto the table again as he suddenly found himself weak, the pleasure coursing through him intensifying with each pump of Viktor’s hand, which was picking up a real good speed at this point.

“Fascinating,” Viktor exclaimed with wonder and admiration. This was absolutely no help to the situation, so Jayce rolled his head over to rest on Viktor’s shoulder and breathe into the crook of his neck. His scent wasn’t any help either, as it was uninterrupted and more intense than Jayce had ever experienced it before. Coffee and fresh linen from the shirt hanging open on his shoulders, and unadulterated pheromones from his sweat sheened skin. Day to day, he got a passing whiff of both, but mostly the former. He thought that he loved his coffee scent, to hell with that. Viktor’s scent will now and forever be locked away in Jayce’s mind as “skin fresh out of sex”.

Jayce’s escapades of devouring Viktor’s scent like a wild animal was interrupted by his face being forcefully pulled towards Viktor’s. Speaking of wild, he looked nothing short of a beast circling a kill.

“No, look at me. I want to see it in your eyes when I make you cum.”

“V-Viktor-”

“You can do it. There’s nothing you can’t do. My brilliant partner.”

Jayce let a broken moan escape him as he jerked his hips into Viktor’s grasp on his cock, now practically fucking his hand. Viktor smiled incredulously, still keeping his eyes right on Jayce’s. When he smiled, both his moles shifted upwards and for some reason that made Jayce jerk faster, while Viktor pumped faster to keep up.

“Viktor,” Jayce moaned out again, finding himself a man of many intelligent words right now. To be perfectly fair, however, it was the only one still remaining in his mind.

“You have no idea what it does to me to hear you call my name like this. You’re so perfect to me, you’re my perfect, perfect boy.”

Jayce nearly shouted his name again, like a warning that if he said another kind word Jayce was going to show him what that all does to him. His spasms were involuntary now, and his hips moved without permission from his mind, which was currently wholly occupied with thoughts of Viktor, and making sure he was being good and staring at him like he asked. Despite this dedication, he couldn’t help but let his head fall from the sheer intensity of what Viktor was putting his body through.

However, like he always did, Viktor picked him up again and was there to keep him going. Viktor was always there, always making sure Jayce didn’t fall into his own head.

“Yes, Jayce, you’re doing so good, you always do.”

“Viktor-”

“I wish you could see how you look right now. I have the world in my hands, how incredible is that? How magnificent?”

“Vi-iktor fuck-”

“Cum for me, Jayce. Be a good boy and cum for your partner.”

“N-No, no-”

“No?” Seemingly to spite his refusal, Viktor pumped faster and tightened his grip slightly. Jayce spasmed again involuntarily, but kept his composure still.

“I..fu- I wanna fuck you, Viktor.”

Viktor’s hand immediately ceased all movement, to the equal gratitude and misery of Jayce. His eyes were suddenly blown out, like someone just shot him full of ketamine. If he looked wild before, he was downright feral now.

“Fuck, Jayce. Fuck.”

Wasting no time, Viktor scooted himself closer to the edge of the desk with his good leg and proceeded to spread it across the length, knee slightly bent to allow better access to his cunt. He pulled Jayce forward by his cock and guided it towards his own heat, rubbing the tip against his cock a few times. Both of them keened, Jayce more so as he was already about 3 hot things away from shooting his load.

“Viktor I-I’m gonna cum if you… keep doing that.”

“If you want to fuck me you need to ask nicely. I know you have manners, Mr. Talis.”

Viktor continued to slide Jayce’s cock against his own, creating a beautiful wet friction that made both of them produce sounds to rival each other. Jayce had the slightest bit of self control left to grab Viktor’s face and pull their foreheads together. His thumb rested on Viktor’s bottom lip.

“Viktor can I please, p-lease fuck you. I want it so bad, please.”

It was Viktor’s turn to moan at words. He choked out something in a Zaunite language Jayce wasn’t totally sure of but very, very badly wanted to learn more of when they were done with all this. Viktor guided Jayce’s cock into his cunt, the wetness and arousal immediately welcoming the intrusion with impossible heat and softness.

A cry ripped its way out of Jayce’s throat at the sensation of finally, finally being inside Viktor. He stilled for a moment, partially to give Viktor time to adjust around him, mostly so he didn’t cum that instant. Viktor’s hand deserted Jayce’s shaft and instead took to grabbing tufts of hair again. Another mental note about hair pulling being Viktor’s go to in moments of pleasure. He draped his other arm across Jayce’s back and tapped it, clueing him in to start moving.

Slowly, he thrusted in and out of Viktor’s cunt, watching it appear and disappear as the tight walls surrounding his cock gradually released their grip. Viktor’s grip on his hair and back, however, tightened as his moans and grunts picked up volume again. Jayce’s hips, in effect, moved with a mind of their own as he thrusted into Viktor with purpose. The purpose being that his partner deserved to feel good, because his partner made Jayce feel phenomenal.

“Feels s-so good, Jayce, I love it. I love wh-at you do to me.”

“Am I good?”

Viktor slowly untangled his arms from Jayce and sat back, giving full attention and eye contact to him. He held Jayce’s hands cradling his waist and rubbed them shakily.

“You’re always good. You don’t even have to try. You were born good.”

Jayce barely processed his hands flying towards Victor’s shoulder to gently coax him backwards to lie on the desk, then flying towards his thighs to pull them closer to the edge of the desk as he lifted his legs to rest over his shoulders. His fingers dug into Viktor’s thighs as he began to pound into him, bottoming out with each slap of skin against wet skin. Viktor lifted his head drowsily.

“Ja-Jayce, my brace is g-going to- fuck- going to imprint into your ski-skin.”

“What a beautiful imprint to have.”

“It’s he-heavy.”

“Viktor.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Viktor’s head thudded against the desk as he threw it back and simultaneously grinded up, circling Jayce’s cock around in his cunt. Jayce gripped Viktor’s thighs like a vice, nails surely digging into his skin. He felt too good to worry much about it, and Viktor’s cries and nails scratching against the wood veneer of the desk indicated that he didn’t care much either. Balls deep was a phrase Jayce didn’t really get until this moment, until he truly, genuinely felt a primal urge to have his balls slapping against Viktor’s ass at impossible frequencies, an urge he relented to at times.

Jayce was good, Viktor said it himself, and if Viktor said it, it was irrevocably true. He felt an intense need to prove this, therefore, felt an intense need to make Viktor cum as many times as humanly possible before he did. Jayce lifted Viktor slightly by his hips and grinded upward with his cock, rubbing against the top of his inner folds. Viktor rolled his head as deep grunts punched out of him with each stroke. His jaw seems to be permanently hanging now, his tongue occasionally escaping the boundary of his lips.

Jayce found this to be the perfect moment to trail his fingers down to Viktor’s cock and tease it with gentle caresses, contrary to the onslaught of his cunt occurring just a few inches below. The dichotomy of these actions did the trick, and Viktor’s cries were broken by his body spasming as he came. His cunt clenched Jayce’s cock in waves, almost forcing it in deeper. Suddenly Jayce’s confidence in his grand plan wavered as he found great difficulty in not giving in to the sensation and cumming right along with Viktor, pounding into him with fever and force caring not about any overstimulation he may cause.

However, as previously established, Jayce was a good man, and he slowed his strokes so as to not overwhelm Viktor’s newly sensitive extremities. Viktor’s legs shook as he came down, Jayce could feel them twitching on either side of his head. He turned to trail kisses down both of them, taking turns between either leg. Viktor moaned as he caught his breath, being unable to do so silently, that surely also having something to do with Jayce still slowly fucking him and still gently teasing his cock.

“Jesus Christ, Jayce,” Viktor finally breathed out, tracing his hands down Jayce’s chest as a token of appreciation.

“So he speaks.”

Viktor’s head shot up to stare at Jayce with furrowed brows.

“Don’t take my line.”

Jayce chuckled breathlessly, and moved his hands to Viktor’s legs to move them from his shoulders to his hips, where he held them in place securely as he leaned down to meet Viktor’s lips. The warmth of his mouth was welcomed and familiar now, and Jayce swallowed his residual moans with great satisfaction. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, going deeper and faster as Viktor wrapped his arms around Jayce’s neck and held him in place against his mouth.

There was something especially sexy about Viktor moaning into his mouth, occasionally breaking their kiss to arch back and groan lewdly. It vibrated against Jayce’s mouth, and urged his own moans to share back, especially now that Viktor’s interior was wetter and hotter post orgasm. Jayce couldn’t conceive of a better place to bury his cock into, no more perfect of a place to house it.

Viktor broke their kiss again to yank Jayce’s head back by his hair and sink his teeth into his neck. A broken sound escaped Jayce’s mouth as he pounded harder into Viktor, fingers still gripping onto his thighs. He couldn’t wait to see the prints of his fingers bruised onto them the next day. Viktor loosened his embrace around Jayce’s neck but still kept his hands there, ensuring that he could be dragged back down at a moment’s notice. His stare was delirious.

“There. N-Now everyone will know who you-ou belong to.”

“They a-already knew.”

“Ja-ayce Talis, y-you’re a ble-essing.”

“Fuck,” Jayce abandon all reserve to spare Viktor’s cunt and slammed his cock and and out of it at a speed he couldn’t even actively control at this point. That urge to be balls deep was no longer an urge, but a reality, as the entirety of his shaft disappeared inside Viktor with each thrust. Viktor choked on air, having the wind knocked out of him from the sheer force of Jayce’s movements. The sounds escaping him were intelligible and primal.

“It was you, it w-was always you. You saved me, you were always there. There’s no me without you, Viktor, fuck, this is all I ever wanted. To bend you over this desk and show you what you do to me. To rip your legs open and suck that pretty cock. To swallow your cum until there’s nothing left.”

“Ja-ah-ayce,” Viktor lolled his head from side to side, sank his nails into Jayce’s skin and dragged scratches down his chest. Every grunt was coming from the depths of Viktor’s chest, nearly inhuman. Jayce slid his thumb into Viktor’s open mouth and watched him fervently suck it, his warm tongue wrapping around the width. He brought that thumb to Viktor’s cock and stroked it in tight circles, swirling around the girth of it.

Viktor cried out again as he slammed backwards, his cunt gushing and spasming again as he orgasmed. Jayce had trouble keeping hold of Viktor’s legs vibrating against his hips. Viktor pulled Jayce down by his shoulders again to throw his arms around his neck and groan into his ear, his hot breath tickling his skin.

By now, Jayce completely stilled his movements, feeling hesitant to continue given the aftermath of Viktor’s third orgasm and the state he was in. Jayce could feel Viktor’s chest heave against his as he began to attempt to pull out of Viktor. However, that leg hanging by Jayce’s chest bent and dug its heel into his back, pulling him back inside.

“You-ou… didn’t cum yet.”

“It’s okay, you’re spent.”

“That’s for me to decide. Now fuck me like a good boy.”

“Viktor, I can’t-”
Viktor yanked Jayce’s hair to pull his head back and stare at him. If Jayce didn’t know any better, he could think Viktor was about to rip his throat out with his bare teeth the way he was glaring at him.

“If I don’t feel your cum pumping into me I’m going to fucking kill you. Fuck me. Now.”

It was as if Jayce’s hips got the message before his brain did, since he pounded into Viktor in a haze the moment the words left his lips. Viktor smiled lazily and let his head thud back against the desk. Knowing now that he was meant to cum inside of Viktor created a new ambition inside him, replaced regular Jayce with some kind of animal, replacing the good sense in his mind with an intense drive to fuck the living daylights out of Viktor and bury his cum in the deepest recesses of his cunt. This possession took the form of Jayce pulling Viktor’s knees higher into the air and slamming down his cock, rocking Viktor upward carelessly.

Viktor gaped upward, failing to find his breath. Jayce took the opportunity of his neck being exposed to drag his teeth across and bite it harder than he would initially intend to were he not seconds away from shooting his load into Viktor. Viktor’s nails massacred Jayce’s back, almost certainly breaking skin in chaotic lines down his spine.

Jayce pulled his chest away from Viktor’s to see his face, who turned to look at him. He was fucked out, to say the least. Drooling, sweating, red everywhere. Hair sticking up wildly and molding to his damp skin. Yet, he found the strength to stare Jayce in the eyes. Gold, honey, sunlight, amber heaven. Love.

That eye contact was maintained as Jayce shoved himself into Viktor and exploded inside of him, feeling his cum spurt deep, deep inside of his cunt. His hips jerked wildly, overcome with the unmatchable feeling of what it was like to cum inside Viktor. It took Jayce’s ears to stop ringing to register the fact that Viktor was talking to him.

“-did so good, so good, Jayce. The best partner I could ever ask for. Such a good boy. You made me feel so good. You’re so fucking hot, God. My Jayce. My perfect Jayce.”

To his embarrassment, Jayce couldn’t help but let tears gather in his eyes, overcome from his body’s elation and his emotion for Viktor. Being the man he was, Viktor didn’t seem to find the shame in his tears and pulled him into an embrace again, caressing his back softly. His fingers trailed over the raised lines where Jayce’s skin was scratched to oblivion. Jayce rested his cheek against neck and laid kisses onto his collarbone, a tear falling onto it.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Viktor. Longer than you could know.”

“Eh, I doubt it was longer than I did. The look you gave me when I gave you your rune back that night did something horrible to me, Jayce. Something wonderful and horrible.”

“Then it seems we’ve been wanting each other for the same exact amount of time.”

Jayce felt Viktor turn his head and plant a kiss onto his hair. Then another. Jayce flipped his head to the other side to look up at him, being met by Viktor’s warm smile. That smile kissed his forehead, letting the lips linger as he spoke.

“I think I love you.”

Jayce chuckled.

“Well that’s going to be a problem.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I love you.”

Jayce finally pulled out of Viktor after no less than 5 minutes of going back and forth about how “no, they couldn’t take a nap on the hard wooden desk with Jayce still inside him”, and “yes, they definitely should go to the bathroom so they can clean up”. Viktor relented with a roll of his eyes and untangled his arms from Jayce’s neck. When he slid his cock out the cold air was ruthless, making him shudder violently. Fortunately, he had a wonderful sight to behold that warmed him up fairly well. Cum dribbled out of Viktor’s cunt and spread down onto the table, making a further mess of Jayce’s workstation.

“Shit,” Jayce breathed out, running a shaking hand through his hair. A very irrational voice in the back of his head told him to finger Viktor until he was clean of any foreign fluids. Luckily, that irrational voice was shut down fairly quickly when Viktor rolled onto his stomach and slid off of the desk. Memories of former tense conversations between the two of them reminded Jayce not to assist until asked to assist, so he stood steadily behind Viktor and waited for any call for a helping hand. That call did eventually come in the form of Viktor reaching a hand around him to beckon Jayce. His legs were like jelly, wobbling with no security on the ground. Jayce didn’t expect any different of an outcome, considering the amount of time those legs spent shuddering with reckless abandon.

Jayce wrapped an arm around Viktor’s hip and lifted him slightly, just enough to get his feet some leverage. Viktor wrapped his arm over Jayce’s shoulder, and took the opportunity of proximity to lean his head there as well. Oh, City of Progress, the miracles you make happen.

“Alright, let’s get to the-”
The same realization came crashing down on the two men at the same exact time as they slowly turned to look at each other in complete and utter horror.

The bathroom.

The bathroom that isn’t attached to the lab.

The bathroom that’s all the way down the hall of the very nice academy they just fucked in.

The bathroom they need to get to in order to clean the cum that is steadily streaming out of Viktor and the slick that’s glistening all over Jayce’s legs and face.

“Jayce.”

“I know.”

In a huff, Viktor slammed his hand down on the edge of the desk and gripped it for support as he shoved Jayce off of him in order to bend down and pick up his discarded pants. Jayce bumped the chair over close enough for Viktor to lower onto as he shoved them back on, angrily battling with the fabric.

“This is all your fault, if you had just gotten your sleep you wouldn’t have been eye-fucking me across the room bad enough to give me a fucking erection and I wouldn’t have had to come over there and put you in your place and you wouldn’t have had to fuck me on your desk with our blueprints still on it and I wouldn’t have to get your cum stains on my brand new pants just so I can clean the fucking mess you made on me!”

Jayce sighed with a small smile, against his better judgement. This was the Viktor he was more accustomed to, and there was a snap of relief knowing that things weren’t going to be too different between them. Yet, not all just the same. Case in point:

“Maybe I just need to clean you off with my mouth instead.”

Viktor’s head slowly turned around to meet Jayce with bright red ears and a slightly gaping mouth. To juxtapose this, his hand quickly shot out to grab Jayce’s arm and yank him down to the ground in front of him, his head landing right in between Viktor’s thighs, welcoming and ready.

There was now a simple job to be done. Suddenly, Jayce felt just fine considering himself a simple man.