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It comes out as a secret in the dead of night. Or, the closest approximation to night that exists in the little Arcane pocket dimension where Jayce and Viktor found themselves after… everything.
"Are you still awake, darling?"
"Mmm?" Jayce's sleepy hum is an answer in and of itself. His hair is like starlight, and Viktor wills his fingers into corporeality to play with it. Jayce makes a little noise of contentment and presses closer to Viktor, blurring the line between their ethereal forms. "Yeah. 'M awake."
But not for long. Perfect. Viktor cards his hand through Jayce's hair, soothing him. There is a question Viktor has been wanting to ask Jayce, but he doesn't know if he'll get a truthful answer when Jayce is fully lucid.
The thing is, Jayce is obsessed with pleasure. Viktor's pleasure, specifically. It is amazing— wonderful, even. Viktor has never been quite so sexually satisfied in his life. In fact, were he to chart the cumulative number of orgasms he has had over time, the curve would show exponential growth, starting on the day he and Jayce first made love after entering the Arcane's embrace.
Perhaps that's an exaggeration. The curve would likely be linear, not exponential. Actually, Viktor should plot it— orgasms vs time— and maybe do a regression, find the correlation coefficient. It might take some time, but Viktor has plenty of that now. An eternity, even, floating in this magical sandbox with Jayce, where they are only limited by their creativity and imagination.
They really can do anything they want here. Reality, or the illusion of it, bends around them at will. Viktor could wave a hand and recreate their old lab, with all of their old equipment, and make a proper experiment out of it. Jayce would probably join him, though that would probably lead to them having sex (again) against the blackboard (again) and ruining whatever analysis Viktor was attempting to complete (again). Alas, old habits die hard.
But that's not the point. Viktor digresses.
The point is such: Jayce is so obsessed with Viktor's pleasure that Viktor has not been able to discover what Jayce enjoys in bed other than making Viktor cum in a variety of increasingly delightful ways.
Of course, Viktor could simply reach across their Arcane soulbond to see, but that would be cheating. Not to mention, a huge invasion of privacy, if not a betrayal of Jayce's trust. No, this line of questioning requires a more direct approach.
"I was wondering what you like in bed," Viktor says, soft and soothing.
"I like you in my bed." Immediate. Accurate. Endearing. And wholly useless, for Viktor's purposes.
"I know, dear, and I like you, too." Viktor captures Jayce's lips in a soft, coaxing kiss. Is it manipulative to ply Jayce with affection? Perhaps. But the affection is genuine— it simply has an additional motive. In this case, Viktor is sure that the ends justify the means. He kisses Jayce again and feels Jayce's body melt beneath him. Nice and relaxed. Perfect. "I want to make you feel good, Jayce."
"You always make me feel good."
"You are too sweet," Viktor says, huffing a laugh. He pivots. A different tactic, then. "You always treat me so well. Always touch me in the ways I like. Won't you let me reward you?"
"Reward?" If Jayce were a puppy, his ears would've perked up. Ah. Viktor should have known this would be his way in.
"Yes, my darling. I want to know what makes you feel good," Viktor says, running gentle hands over Jayce's chest. A soothing massage. He relishes in the goosebumps appear in his wake. "Is there anything we could do for you? Anything at all?"
Jayce blinks at Viktor, slow and trusting like a cat. Viktor pets him and Jayce practically purrs. His eyes flutter shut, but his brow has taken on that furrow that means he's seriously thinking. Viktor is so close to the answers he seeks.
"Or— perhaps this is a better way of asking— is there anything that you might want to try?"
That gets a real pause. Then, Jayce's shoulders tense.
Viktor smirks. Even after becoming an Arcane entity, his partner is so easy to read. "What is it, darling?"
"I'm scared you'll think it's weird."
Jayce, dear Janna— Jayce looks embarrassed. Red tinges his cheeks as he squirms against Viktor, his eyes still slightly hazy. Delicious.
"Jayce, we have both literally and figuratively transcended reality as humanity knows it. I do not think we could get weirder than that." Viktor needs more of that soft, shy little look. He presses on, wheedles. "There is no need for shame. You know I love you. Every part of you."
"Here— can you just—? Can you just look?" Jayce bumps his forehead against Viktor's. If Viktor were a crueler man, he would make Jayce spill his secrets into the night air. But Viktor does not feel that cruel tonight. Not when Jayce has already gifted him with his beautiful vulnerability.
Viktor presses his forehead to Jayce's. Jayce's emotions seep into Viktor through their bond, soaking into Viktor's skin. Slowly, Jayce's sordid fantasy unfolds in Viktor's mind in bits and pieces. A shadowy, hulking presence. The gentle caress of tentacles. The barest hint of fangs— not so vicious as to break skin, but sharp enough to create the illusion of danger.
And under it all… the delicious burn of humiliation. Of being made not just to take it, but to like it. To be brought so, so close to the edge, then denied, over and over again. To be made to beg for it.
At its core, the fantasy is one they have both enjoyed, time and time again, in a variety of scenes prior to this. There are simply a few cosmetic differences that Viktor would be more than happy to indulge.
"Oh, Jayce," Viktor says as he projects reassurance across their bond. "You act as if your desires do not align with my own preferences."
"I just don't want to be selfish," Jayce whispers. He is a ridiculous, ridiculous man, in Viktor's humble opinion. Their sexual compatibility aside, Jayce acts as if they haven't spent extensive lengths of time in the many sexual scenarios of Viktor's fantasies.
Time works a little differently in this cosmic dimension of theirs, but by Viktor's estimation, they once spent several years in an intensive academic-rivals-to-lovers roleplay that may or may not have followed a similar plot to one of Viktor's old guilty-pleasure bodice ripper novels.
It had been silly and sexy and fun, and Jayce had loved every moment of it, but it had been Viktor's idea first.
And what an idea it had been.
Viktor still thinks about it, sometimes. In this fantasy, Jayce had expressed interest in experimenting with his own biology, and Viktor had reaped the benefits. Jayce's newly-created cunt had been warm and tight and perfect as he rode Viktor into his plush office chair, uncaring of the hard edge of the desk that dug into his back.
The mere memory has Viktor's thighs clenching together. Jayce had been so domineering, so perfectly in control, when Viktor had first breached his virgin pussy. It had been Viktor's greatest pleasure to take him apart, then, corrupting Jayce's perfect cunt with so much pleasure that Jayce had had no choice but to submit, to squirt his brains out all over his manuscripts with every deep, delicious grind of Viktor's hips—
"Is it too much?" In the present, Jayce worries the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth.
Ah. Viktor has been silent for too long.
"My apologies, Jayce. I was… distracted," Viktor projects a hint of his decidedly indecent daydream into Jayce's consciousness, watching as Jayce flushes an even deeper red. Jayce is simply too cute, and Viktor can't resist— he leans down, capturing Jayce's lips in a reassuring kiss. "You are never selfish, and never too much."
"Are you sure? Because I can hear a bit of what you're thinking, you know, and I've loved everything we've done, so there's no need to 'make it up' to me."
"You have spoiled me relentlessly, darling." Viktor curls into Jayce's chest, skin tingling with gentle pleasure as Jayce slips a hand between his legs. It's not meant to arouse, but simply to cup his crotch— a safety blanket of sorts. The weight of Jayce's hand is soothing, and Viktor presses into it, enjoying the steady contact. "It would bring me much pleasure to return the favour."
The conversation dwindles from there. Jayce's breathing slows, his chest rising and falling evenly as he succumbs to the siren's song of sleep. They are no longer beings who require it, but the sensation of it is still comforting.
Sleepiness was not viable at the Academy, so they revel in it now— it is a precious thing, to rest. A few moments of quiet, of slow breaths and closed eyes, of letting their cosmic forms intertwine. Jayce's arm is a comforting presence in between Viktor's thighs, its weight only growing heavier as Viktor sinks further into Jayce.
Viktor breaks the silence after what he estimates to be a full night's sleep— a real full night's sleep, not the scant three hours he and Jayce often survived on back in their Hextech development phase. They deserve these simple luxuries.
"Will you let me take care of you?"
Jayce's eyes flutter open. "Now?"
"What better time, my love?" Viktor bends reality into the familiar shape of Jayce's old apartment. What was once a field of stars and cosmic dust becomes Jayce's bed, complete with the ten different pillows that they had adopted over the course of working together. Viktor herds a delightfully naked Jayce to bed. "May I?"
Jayce sinks back into his mountain of pillows and spreads his legs, acquiescing to Viktor with a smug smirk. "Someone's impatient."
"Not impatient. I simply feel a reasonable amount of anticipation." Viktor dips down to place a kiss on Jayce's forehead, before settling between Jayce's thick thighs. "Knees over my shoulders, please, Jayce."
The first orgasm happens like this: Jayce, naked and relaxed in his bed, eyes fluttering shut as he arches into the pleasure of Viktor's mouth and fingers. It's a ritual of sorts, this foreplay. A reminder of the things that make them human, even now.
Viktor spends extra time with Jayce's pretty hole, plying it with wet, sucking kisses until it pouts and unfurls for him, puffy and pink. He lavishes Jayce with wave after wave of easy, flowing pleasure, and watches with starry eyes as Jayce succumbs to the sensation of being stretched.
"Oh, oh, oh— Viktor," Jayce arches his back, tosses his head against the pillows. His thighs clamp down around Viktor's head, and he cums with a warbling little cry. Viktor eases him through it with indulgent strokes of his cock, milking him through his orgasm.
This is not the first time that Viktor has seen Jayce cum, but it is one of the first times that Viktor is able to enjoy it with a clear mind. There are so many details that he's missed— the cute furrow of Jayce's brow, the bite of his front teeth into the plush of his bottom lip, the quiet hitches of breath as overstimulation sets in.
"You weren't supposed to make me cum yet," Jayce pants in the aftermath, a little huffy.
"I couldn't resist," Viktor says, kissing him indulgently. "You look so beautiful in the throes of pleasure. Besides, I wanted your first orgasm today to be by my hand."
Still, Jayce sulks. Viktor nearly drowns in the sudden wave of affection that washes over him.
"Do not pout, Jayce," Viktor coos, pressing a few more kisses to every inch of Jayce's skin that he can reach. "We have all the time in the world. You'll get what you want, my sweet. Didn't I promise to spoil you?"
Jayce flushes red. His softening cock twitches in Viktor's grasp. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, you did."
"Mhm. All in due time." Viktor murmurs, letting his breath warm Jayce's cock. Then, a little smugly. "Who is impatient now, I wonder?"
Around them, the landscape begins to shift. The golden warmth of Jayce's bedroom melts away, revealing a dark, snug cavern. Jayce's bed becomes a soft collection of cushions and fabrics— the perfect nest for a monster's treasured pet.
Viktor begrudgingly extracts himself from the cradle of Jayce's hips. The process of transformation is not a difficult one, but it becomes challenging when he and Jayce are touching. In the state of pure creation, it is rather hard to tell where Viktor ends and Jayce begins, especially if there is no physical space between them. Viktor would hate to conjoin himself with Jayce again.
"I am beginning the process. Are you ready?"
"More than ready," Jayce says. True to his word, his cock is already beginning its valiant journey to becoming hard again.
"And your words?"
"Green is good, yellow for pause, red for stop," Jayce says out loud. Then, he projects a thought across their soulbond: And I'll speak to you like this, if I need to say something out of character.
"Good."
Viktor closes his eyes, reaching into the depths of his soul to pluck at the Arcane strands that intertwine with the very fiber of his being. To become a monster is not an easy task, but Viktor has had experience. The remnants of the Herald guide him, adjusting the borders of his form to create something shadow-struck and uncanny.
Viktor opens his eyes to a different body, a different world. He is still humanoid, but only just— the suggestion of a man cloaked in a concentrated pool of shadows. He looms over Jayce, larger than life. The mask of the Herald splits his face, concealing a dark, gaping maw. Inky-dark tendrils spill from the boundaries of his form, curling and uncurling, melting and reforming. Billions of new neurons fire in what he thinks is this monster's equivalent of a nervous system. He sees everything. He is everything.
Jayce stares at him, jaw dropped.
"Well?" Viktor unfurls slowly, taking stock of new limbs, added mass. He glides across the cavern— his lair— and crowds his little mortal pet into his nest. Viktor's body is less a body and more a supernatural presence, and yet he feels everything— the ghost of Jayce's breath, the warmth of Jayce's skin, the vibrations of Jayce's cellular structures— with razor-sharp fidelity. It is… strange. He is not used to having this much sensory input all at once.
Jayce's mouth still hangs open. He can't seem to stop looking at Viktor, even as he obeys Viktor's unspoken commands. He spreads himself before Viktor's greedy gaze, sinking into the softness of the nest Viktor created for him, and Viktor lets out a growling, satisfied rumble from the depths of his chest.
"My god," Jayce says, faintly.
"Yes, I could be that if you wanted," Viktor says, voice rich with unearthly dissonance. He presses at the edges of his own consciousness. He had almost been a god, once, and his psyche expands in an echo of his former near-divinity. For Jayce, he could do it again. "Would you like that? A new god to worship?"
"I..."
"Or perhaps, you would like to be coaxed. Converted." Viktor curls a shadowy tendril under Jayce's jaw, tilting his chin up. "You'll find that I can be quite… convincing."
"Yellow," Jayce says, looking slightly dazed. Immediately, Viktor pauses and reaches for their bond, seeking signs of discomfort, but all he senses is hopeless arousal.
"What is it, Jayce?"
"I can't do the roleplay thing tonight."
"The roleplay—?" Viktor tilts his head. Ah, Jayce is referring to the more… playfully coercive… elements of his fantasies. "May I ask why?"
"You can't laugh."
"Of course."
"You're too hot like this."
Jayce's bluntness brings Viktor tumbling back to humanity; Viktor can't help the surprised chuckle that bursts from his chest. In his current state, it sounds more like a series of guttural clicks and grumbles. Jayce flushes and presses his thighs together.
"You promised you wouldn't laugh." Jayce pouts.
"My apologies." Viktor brings his eldritch face to Jayce's, bumping their foreheads together. "You are, eh, cute. It amuses me."
"I can't possibly pretend I don't want you like this," Jayce says, projecting waves of petulance across their bond. It does little to keep Viktor's endearment at bay. "It's not fair. I need to, like, build up a tolerance or something."
An affectionate tentacle wraps around Jayce's wrist. Viktor tilts his head. He hadn't made the conscious decision to do that, and yet the tentacle continues to slither over Jayce's skin, intertwining itself between Jayce's fingers before settling with a palpable shiver of contentment.
Oh, Viktor thinks. We are holding hands, and my tentacle… likes it.
"You're one to talk about being cute," Jayce says, brandishing his hand as if it's damning evidence of Viktor's alleged cuteness— which, to be fair, it is. "All these tentacles, and the first thing you do with them is hold my hand."
"I did not choose to do that." They're probably controlled in part by Viktor's subconscious, based on the way a few more of them gather to coo over Jayce's fingers.
"Case in point," Jayce says, and he looks so smug that Viktor has no choice but to smother him in affection. A low grumble emanates from Viktor's torso as he rubs his face against Jayce's.
"Quiet."
"Make me," Jayce says, playing at being a brat.
"I don't think that will be necessary. You're an easy little thing." Viktor takes a deep breath, the air audibly hissing through the gaps in his faceplate. "I can smell your arousal, Jayce. I can taste it in the air."
"Fuck, that's hot." Jayce's eyes flutter closed, and he tosses his arm over his eyes. "Okay, fine, yeah, I give in. Ravage me, O Big Monster."
"What did I say? Easy," Viktor snarks.
"Stop teasing. I already said you win," Jayce whines, "And you won't even touch me."
"But I am touching you," Viktor says, amusement clear. "We are holding hands, are we not?"
Consciously, Viktor directs his tentacles to curl around Jayce's index and middle fingers. They take to the task with enthusiasm, lavishing the digits with firm strokes, as if jerking a cock, and Jayce squeaks.
"Viktor."
"Yes, Jayce?" A few of the smaller tentacles agglomerate to form a thicker tendril, complete with a strange, mouth-like end. It wraps around Jayce's fingers and suckles gently as the rest of its companions spread out across Jayce's body, teasing and rubbing at every delicious inch of exposed skin.
"Viktor!"
"Hmm, I suppose we can begin. It is bad manners to play with my food, or so I have been told."
Jayce may have whined about his earlier orgasm, but it takes him no time at all to reach hardness again. Viktor makes sure of it. Jayce's cock is enveloped in a suctioning tentacle, which lavishes his shaft and tip with warm, wet attention, while his hole is teased with the very tip of a nice, thick tentacle. His hole stretches obscenely around the head as it thrusts in and out, in and out.
Familiar heat builds in Jayce's core. Pleasure laps at him, gentle, and he sinks into it. The texture of Viktor's tentacles feels unlike anything Jayce has ever experienced before. It's better than he could have imagined. They're hot and sticky like molten honey, making a mess of his cock, drooling over his balls, and dribbling fluids into his needy hole.
"Unh!" The tentacle in Jayce's ass slips further inside, rocking against the edge of his prostate. It grinds there, heavy and maddening and so close to where he needs it. "Viktor."
Jayce hears the smirk in Viktor's voice, hidden under layers of vocal subtones. "I know what you need, Jayce. It is not like you will be finishing anytime soon, regardless."
For all of Viktor's posturing, he takes Jayce to the first edge nice and easy. A tentacle rubs deep, indulgent circles into the tip of Jayce's pulsing cock, while the one fucking his hole finally, finally shifts its angle, massaging Jayce's prostate with devastating intent.
Arousal sparks in Jayce's gut like a wildfire, spreading along his nerves and setting him aflame. Jayce sits in the building desperation, eyes rolling back in his head. It's a slow, inexorable build, one that Jayce loves to hate. His hips twitch subconsciously, as if trying to tempt the tentacle to rub him deeper, milk him harder.
"Jayce, you remember our protocol," Viktor warns, mild.
"I know," Jayce gasps. He screws his eyes shut. He's so close. So close. Heat tugs insistently at his core, but still he waits, letting the orgasm build deep in his balls. "'m so close, don't stop, don't stop, I can take more, I can get closer—"
The tentacle around Jayce's cock licks around his slit, and Jayce burns.
"Oh, fuck! Cumming, cumming, cumming—" Jayce spines arches, eyes rolling back.
It hurts when Viktor withdraws all of his tentacles at once, leaving Jayce's cock to throb and twitch fruitlessly in the cold air. Jayce groans, the sound cracking through his ribs, and Viktor coos at him. More tentacles materialize from the shadows, rubbing over Jayce's flank in a decidedly grounding manner.
The tenderness of the whole affair soothes the ache in Jayce's poor, fluttering hole somewhat even as he rides the pleasure-pain of the edge with gritted teeth.
"There you go," Viktor says. "It is wonderful to see you enjoying yourself, little pet."
"This is torture," Jayce says, but he can't help the pleased grin that spreads across his lips. The endorphin high he receives from edging is nearly as satisfying as a proper orgasm. It's all the heady arousal with none of the release, which drives him a little crazy in the best way. It sends him spiralling into a wanton, slutty headspace, and he loves it. "Again?"
The next edge comes more quickly, and with much more intensity. Lust roars back to life in Jayce's core the moment the first tentacle slips back into Jayce's hole. It's barely a minute before Jayce is tapping out again, muscle tensing. Already, a deep ache has settled in Jayce's heavy balls.
Normally, Jayce can last longer. Jayce knows this. But there's something about being trapped in Viktor's monstrous clutches that whittled away at Jayce's self control while he was too busy being pleasured to pay attention.
"The next one," Jayce whimpers. His voice is reedy, hoarse. "Think I'm done, Vik. I want to have the next one."
"Oh?" Viktor says. "But we have only just begun."
Oh, shit, Jayce thinks, delirious. He knows what that means.
Jayce? Suddenly, Viktor's presence appears at the other end of their soulbond. Color?
Green, Jayce thinks. Gods. I'm so green. You're so hot. I love you.
Slut, Viktor thinks back, teasing and affectionate, then withdraws, only to restart his pleasurable assault on Jayce's most vulnerable spots. It's nothing short of an attack on Jayce's sanity. It takes even less time for Jayce to hurtle towards the edge— Jayce lasts mere seconds before he snaps, fucking up into the soft sleeve of Viktor's tentacle. His hole clenches down hard. He can practically feel the cum churning in his balls, ready to spit out nice, thick ropes—
"Ah, ah," Viktor tuts. "You know better than that."
"Viktor, please!" Jayce's hips jackknife off the bed, a desperate attempt to find more stimulation, but Viktor has already withdrawn his tentacles. Jayce's cock weeps at the loss, but even more devastating is the smooth slither of the tentacles as they abandon Jayce's now-gaping hole. The remnants of Jayce's orgasm burn deep in his core, and he sobs. "Fuck, no, I need it, please—"
"Oh, Jayce," Viktor coos, pulling back. A thread of faux pity runs through his tone, clear even through his distorted, eldritch voice. "And we were so close."
Jayce whimpers. "Fuck, fuck, please, I can't—"
"You can, darling," Viktor says, smiling when Jayce's balls visibly throb at the pet name. "Just a little more. You are making me feel so, so good."
Jayce all but howls. His cock kicks once, twice, before giving up on its dreams of an untouched orgasm. "Viktor— Viktor, please let me touch you, let me ride you, you'll feel even better—"
"Now there's an idea. We did all that that preparation earlier. It would be such a shame if we stretched your pretty hole for nothing."
"Please!" Jayce cries out. Desperation is a crawling, clawing beast, trapped in the cage of his ribs. Tears sting his waterline. His hole throbs, aching and needy. If Jayce doesn't get Viktor's cock inside of him yesterday, he might explode. "Vik— 'm too empty, I can't—" He chokes on a sob. "Please, please, I can't live without you, if you don't fuck me I'll die."
"Oh, dear. That is quite dramatic, don't you think?" Despite having a dearth of facial expressions in his current form, Viktor's tone does more than enough to convey his smirk. A tentacle returns to Jayce's entrance, teasing at Jayce's rim. "Mmm… I am not convinced that you actually need it."
Jayce breaks. Viktor smiles faintly as Jayce's crumbling restraint dissolves into lewd, wordless keening. Fat, lovely tears stream down his face. He humps his hips up, thrusting helplessly into the air as if the mere motion will be enough to replicate the feeling of Viktor's touch.
Viktor takes a moment to appreciate the erotic display— Jayce, golden skin glistening with sweat, ample chest heaving with sobs. His handsome face is flushed red with exertion as he writhes before Viktor, showing off powerful, rippling muscles.
The evidence of Jayce's desire hangs heavy between his legs, and Viktor's mouth goes dry as Jayce scrambles over onto all fours, raising his ass and lowering his shoulders to the floor. His back arches, and he spreads himself for Viktor, presenting his puffy, pretty hole.
"Please," Jayce begs. His hips thrust back, and his hole flutters, as if even the thought of taking Viktor is enough to make Jayce's body light up with pleasure. "Please, I need you inside, 'm your pet, need you, need you, please."
"If you need me so badly, then you should be the one to take me, no?" Viktor leans back, letting his form coalesce into a seductive tangle of shadows and limbs and sexually stimulating appendages.
Jayce looks over his shoulder, mouth hanging open. A thin line of drool drips from the corner of Jayce's lips. One of Viktor's tentacles fawns over Jayce's messy face and wipes the saliva away, unbidden, before quickly fleeing, cowed by Viktor's fierce glare.
It's not that Viktor wants to deprive Jayce of affection. Quite the opposite. But Viktor has a part to play, a fantasy to fulfill, and he will not allow his tentacles— his subconscious desires, to be precise— to ruin the cold, dominant aura that he has worked so hard to create.
"Well?" Viktor arranges himself into a comfortable position, one that leaves the most sensitive areas of flesh vulnerable to Jayce's attention. A single tendril beckons Jayce, gesturing to Viktor's dark core, where a mass of tentacles writhes in anticipation. "Sit, pet."
Jayce practically trips over himself and into Viktor's lap. Immediately, the tentacles welcome him, winding around his limbs and manhandling— tentaclehandling?— him. The tentacles' grip is surprisingly strong. Jayce finds himself immobilized, legs spread in a wide W-sit as the tentacles explore his lower half to their hearts' content.
"Inside, inside," Jayce babbles, unable to stand it. "You promised, Viktor. Fuck, please, you promised, I need you—!"
As if to take mercy on him, a few of the tentacles coalesce back into the shadows, revealing a familiar, decidedly human-looking cock.
"It's so big," Jayce breathes.
You say that every time, Viktor thinks at him, with no small amount of amusement.
Before Jayce can respond, Viktor's tentacles puppet his limbs, guiding Viktor's cock to Jayce's swollen, sensitive rim. There's a bit of firm pressure, full of promise, and then Jayce's hole blooms around it, welcoming the fat, leaking tip inside. "Ohhh!"
Viktor's tentacles guide Jayce down and down, until Jayce is fully impaled on Viktor's huge cock. Fuck, but it feels so good to finally be filled by something hot and thick and substantial.
Jayce gives an experimental clench, relishing in the broken moan he draws from Viktor's shadowy maw. But when he tries to ride Viktor, the tentacles stop him.
"No! Let me— let me fuck you—! You're being mean," Jayce whines. He wiggles fruitlessly, helpless against the strength of the tentacles that hold him in place. His frustration rises, sudden and striking. It's just on the wrong side of wanton desperation: irritation. "Lemme bounce on it, Vik."
"You like me when I'm mean," Viktor says, unaffected. "Besides, this is for your own good. It will help you calm down— it's not good for pets to be too stressed."
"I don't want to be calm! I want to ride you!" Jayce snaps. It's killing him to be so, so close, and yet so far.
"Hey. Jayce," Viktor says, tilting his head. "Take a deep breath. Relax. You are unsettled. I can feel it."
At the same time, Viktor reaches for their bond. Yellow, Jayce. Talk to me.
A pause. Jayce furrows his brow and takes stock of his body. Takes a deep breath, despite his every instinct screaming at him to throw a tantrum. I'm okay, he thinks. But I really don't know how much more I can take. 'm sorry. Guess I'm the impatient one.
Oh, my sweet Jayce, Viktor thinks. You do not need to apologize. In fact, I am sorry. I did not intend for the teasing to spoil your pleasure.
It's not spoiled, Jayce says. He closes his eyes, sinks into what must be Viktor's chest. His heart beat slows, steadies, and he relaxes, letting the abrasive voice in his head fade. It's really okay. You know I love whatever we do together. I just lost myself a little. Not used to having so much attention. I like it, though, I promise. Can we keep going?
Yes, of course. I would like to make it up to you, regardless, Viktor says. You will receive what you are due.
And what is that?
In lieu of answering, a thick tentacle slithers up Jayce's body to pinch and pluck at his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Jayce's cock.
"These are so… plump," Viktor says, out loud. More tentacles swarm Jayce's chest. One particularly thick tendril spits out fat, gooey globs of fluid and rubs them into the tender skin of Jayce's chest, focusing on his nipples. The liquid leaves a trail of lingering, tingling heat in its wake. "Barely any modifications are required. I simply need to provide a bit of suction, and your tits should develop nicely."
Jayce's nerves begin to hum with renewed anticipation. Pleasure flows through him once more, sparking at his chest and looping down to his hole, where Viktor's cock rests, fat and perfect for Jayce to clench on.
Blood rushes to Jayce's chest under the tentacles' assault, and Jayce cries out. A writhing mass of tendrils worships his chest, sucking lavishly at his nipples and massaging his pecs. His chest is becoming swollen, the skin flushed warm and taut, and Jayce's tits only grow more sensitive as his insides mold themselves to the shape of Viktor's thick cock.
"Do you think you can cum, just like this?" Viktor asks.
Not tonight, Jayce's voice filters across their bond. Viktor softens, allowing a tendril or two to rub gentle circles over the curve of Jayce's hip. I do love keeping your cock warm, but I really wanna cum with you fucking me. Please. If that's okay.
Of course, my love. Anything for Jayce. Anything he wants.
"No? What a spoiled little thing you are," Viktor says out loud. One of his tentacles materializes around Jayce's tear-streaked face. This time, Viktor does not stop it from fawning over Jayce's wet cheeks. "And yet, I cannot seem to resist spoiling you more."
Jayce moans at the thought.
"Does it please you, that I want to spoil you?" Viktor says. Slowly, he begins to rolls his hips up into Jayce's pliant body, relishing in the little unh, unh, unh sounds that fall from Jayce's lips with every thrust. "Does it please you to know you have tamed me? Does it please you to have a monster at your beck and call, tending to your every desire?"
In their current position, Viktor's cock rubs perfectly against Jayce's sensitive prostate. It's just as swollen as his tits, as just ready to be milked, and Viktor rises to the challenge, grinding deep into Jayce. A tentacle returns to stroking Jayce's cock.
This time, when the heat rises in Jayce's core, he lets it spread, fans the flames.
"I know, I know," Viktor coos. Blood rushes to Jayce's ears, and he keens, seeking more stimulation. "Shh, little pet. Don't think. You don't need to think. All you need to do is feel good, yes?"
"Yes!" Jayce moans. The tendrils that trapped his legs in place loosen, and he chases his orgasm with a single-minded vengeace. The sheer overload of stimuli coming from his chest and cock and hole mix together, drugging Jayce on a chemical cocktail of overwhelming bliss. "Viktor, Viktor, cumming, fuck, yes, cumming—!"
"Go ahead, little pet. Cum for me."
Pleasure bursts through Jayce's sore body. Jayce convulses, helpless to resist the onslaught. His eyes roll back in his head. Pornographic mewls slip from his lips. Orgasm ravages Jayce's mind, so intense that he nearly blacks out. It's almost scary, the intensity of the ecstasy that eats away at Jayce's mind, but he rides it out, forces himself to relax into it, lets himself feel.
The return to lucidity is a slow process. When Jayce is able to think again, his hole is still stretched around Viktor's cock, dripping with thick, slimy fluid in a way that is strangely satisfying. Viktor's eldritch intensity has abated somewhat, leaving Jayce in bed with the visage of an odd human-monster.
"Mmrh?" Jayce attempts speech, then promptly gives up.
"I know, sweetheart," Viktor coos, petting Jayce's flank with half-corporeal hands. "It feels so nice to cum with something nice and big inside, doesn't it?"
It does. It does feel nice, so nice. So comfortable, even. Jayce blinks at Viktor, slow and trusting, and lets Viktor take over.
Viktor lets the remnants of his eldritch form melt away and waves his hand. The dark, vague scenery around them fades, revealing the familiar Arcane dimension in which they have found a home. Jayce, too, reverts to his ethereal state, washed clean of the evidence of their exploits.
Viktor sinks into Jayce's chest, nuzzles his nose, and whispers. "Hello, Jayce."
"Hi." Jayce smiles, sweet and precious. He bumps their foreheads together, and an exhausted sort of satisfaction seeps through their bond. Viktor senses no discomfort— in fact, the whole of Jayce's soul shines a rich, comforting gold, like the setting sun.
Still, though, a sense of unease nags at Viktor. He sorts through his emotions, searching for the cause of his discomfort.
A pause. Viktor is not one for insecurity, so it's a surprise when he identifies it as the emotion that surfaces. "Was that enjoyable?"
Jayce peeks up at Viktor, searching his expression. Viktor feels small, all of a sudden. "I just, eh, I mean to say, I enjoyed this immensely, but I wanted to do this for you, so I was wondering if you also enjoyed yourself."
Jayce's presence presses closer through their bond, and Viktor welcomes Jayce into his mental space with an aching sigh. Their connection snaps into place, two halves reuniting into one whole.
Oh, Viktor, Jayce thinks. There is no need for words. Not when they are so intimately entwined. Heart to heart. Soul to soul. Jayce's presence is as soothing as crushed velvet against Viktor's frazzled nerves. He takes Viktor's hands in his, grounding Viktor with the warm, firm contact. It was so perfect. You are so perfect.
I just wanted you to like it, Viktor thinks back. He doesn't know why he feels so worried. Yes, there was a moment in their play where Jayce had been irritated, and they had had to slow down, but those sorts of check-ins are par for the course for them. Viktor has lost count of the times that Jayce has done the same for him, and yet…
I loved it. Jayce floods Viktor's soul with sweeping reassurance. Affection, in its purest, most primal form. You made me feel so good. You always do.
Okay, Viktor thinks, not bothering to hide his relief. There's no point in hiding. Not here, not now. In this space, the line between Jayce-and-Viktor blurs, until knowing the other is the same as knowing themselves. Okay. I trust you.
Hey, Jayce says, words filling the little space that he's carved out for himself in Viktor's heart. I love you.
I love you, too, Viktor says back, and relaxes into the comfort of Jayce's soul, where he belongs.