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It wasn’t their first time exploring a scene, and it wouldn’t be their last. Jayce had wanted to allow Viktor the freedom to play with him in a domineering way that would appropriately suit them both. If it meant being fully naked with nothing but a collar and cock ring on, sitting on the edge of their bed while Viktor flogged him then so be it.
His hands were held freely at his sides, obeying the order not to touch himself. Jayce had always done as he was told, it came so easily to him. He needed no discipline really, but this was an exercise for the two of them to explore their boundaries and Jayce could relish in offering a service to his other half.
Sat across from him, fully dressed and smiling deviously was his handsome handler, pulling the tails of a flogger through one hand and appreciating the craftsmanship of the leather. It was beautifully made, hand crafted by Jayce himself. The best part about being inventors meant they needn't look any further than themselves, when something could be improved upon or wasn't within their reach they simply made the thing. Jayce had designed and made his own collar, lining the inner ring with studs that pressed into his flesh on a light pull, made to bruise and constrict, but never to truly harm him. He made it for Viktor really. His hands were never quite satisfactory for Jayce to really feel the pressure, so to exert less effort and a much bigger pay off they made things like this.
“Open,” Viktor directed, using one end of the flogger to tap on Jayce's knee. The one word command went straight to his cock, aching to be touched soon. He had already been asked to undress slowly while Viktor watched from his comfortable spot. He was even forbidden from putting the cock ring on himself as Viktor nestled it onto the base of his shaft, and neglected him from then on.
“Sit up.” Viktor spoke again, grabbing him under the chin suddenly and turning his face up to look him in the eye and straighten his back.
There was a playful smile behind his partner's eyes, he would only truly enjoy this if Jayce enjoyed it, and vice versa. Jayce gave a very small nod to Viktor, assuring he was still up for the battering he was about to receive. Viktor did not waste his time waiting to take a swing at Jayce as the leather tails from the flogger connected with his cock and balls. He flinched from the sharp sensation against his sensitive organs. He would have fallen forward if not for Viktor's hand on his chin. Jayce gritted his teeth and tried not to whimper too loudly, still trying to maintain eye contact with his handler.
“Good boy,” Viktor praised him, softening his hand and releasing him. The flogger trailed over his shoulder and down one arm with a smooth motion. Jayce could smell the fresh leather as the tails fell across his arm, there was a sense of comfort when the flogger was used this gently. It could change so suddenly, with the right action it could slap and crack a loud sound with barely any pain, but at other times it could whip fiercely and shatter his expectations. Jayce had found quite the affinity for the leather, when used in the right hands it was a very diverse tool, and Viktor was becoming an expert.
His handler hooked a finger around the ring of his collar and pulled Jayce forward, bending down to breathe over him. Jayce sucked in the aroma like it was the only oxygen he would receive that night. It felt like Viktor might kiss him, especially when their lips brushed for a fraction of a second, but his partner dropped the collar and pushed him back with a sinister smile instead. “Patience, Jayce.” He spoke his name with such adoration, he couldn’t help but to forgive the harshness. There was love in every action and every command. He only wanted to please Viktor in whatever way possible.
The flogger swung between his legs again, however this time it slapped against his inner thigh, then the other, then again and again. Viktor was just buttering him up, distracting him with a pattern so he could surprise him with the real strike…
It never came as Viktor relented and laid the flogger over Jayce’s chest. He was breathing heavily now, rattled from the change of pace. The leather tails had settled dangerously close to his crotch, tickling the skin there.
“Do you want it?” Viktor asked.
Jayce hesitated to answer and Viktor tugged on the collar, applying pressure to his neck where the metal studs pressed into his skin. He nodded quickly and croaked out a weak “yes.”
The leather connected again and Jayce gasped with a high whine in the back of his throat, Viktor tugged on the leash to keep him sitting straight and laid off when he obliged. The leather tails stroked over his cock, causing Jayce to twitch at the attention and lean into the softer touch. “Please,” he murmured, begging to be touched.
With a thud beside them Jayce realised the flogger had been discarded and Viktor’s bare hands were on his thighs. He was so cold , it surprised him. His eyes opened with a flash of concern aimed toward his partner. Viktor frowned and stuttered his hands over Jayce. “Is something the matter?”
He hated to break the sensuality of it all but he couldn’t move on with the scene without checking in on his partner’s needs. “Your hands are cold.” He wanted to offer some comfort, but he couldn’t exactly break the scene just to cuddle Viktor. No, they had already decided to do this. He could cuddle him later all he liked.
Something very small shifted in Viktor’s expressions, the softness faded as an idea returned him to the cool and collected demeanour he had before. “I think you could help fix that.” He raised a hand to Jayce’s cheek, first smoothing his thumb over his bottom lip and then pushing past it. “Open up for me.”
He could do that. Jayce let his jaw fall slack and encouraged Viktor's thumb into his mouth. He took it slowly, never breaking eye contact with his partner. He watched the way Viktor’s pupil’s grew, the way he couldn’t choose whether to focus on Jayce’s half lidded eyes or his lips sucking on his thumb. Viktor pressed onto his palette and pulled his chair closer to nudge his knee between Jayce's legs. It only encouraged him to try harder, hoping he would shuffle a little closer and his knee would almost touch him where he wanted. It took everything in Jayce not to rub his erection against Viktor’s knee, the only thing that held him back from pushing against it was the knowledge that he knew it was his bad knee. Viktor switched out his thumb for his index, then his middle and so on and so forth. Jayce closed his lips around the digits, lathering them with saliva, he was drooling uncontrollably by the time he'd coated Viktor's hand entirely.
With a tug of the leash, Jayce was allowed to move. Viktor’s right knee nudged at his crotch, it wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t, but it was more than he’d been allowed. He took it, greedily, moaning salaciously as Viktor gagged him harder with the fingers in his mouth. Saliva dribbled down his chin and dripped over his chest. Jayce's hands gripped the edge of the bed with white knuckles as he rocked into Viktor's knee crushing him.
“That’s enough.” Viktor pushed Jayce back and reclined in his seat, looking like he’d almost lost himself to the desire as well.
Jayce's cock twitched between his legs, it had been too long since he'd had a gentle touch. “ V, please ,” he begged.
He hadn't noticed Viktor retrieve the flogger again, so the sharp slap against his balls went straight through him, surpassing a gasp or moan to a complete shout of surprise. He bent over with the pain and curled his toes.
“Behave,” he warned harshly.
Jayce straightened up and looked at his partner with the brimming of tears in his eyes. Viktor’s expression shifted, eyebrows knitting together with concern for a quick moment. He dropped the flogger again and cupped Jayce’s face in his hands. “Was that too much?”
It was exciting was what it was. Jayce shook his head. “S’fine,” he mumbled. Viktor kissed his forehead and continued after the reassurance. His hand was at his lips again, waiting for Jayce to open up. Obliging with heavy lids, Jayce worked himself over Viktor with twice the enthusiasm he had before.
Viktor’s other hand played with the edge of his collar, stroking over his neck and scratching behind his ear. Jayce leant into it and sucked in a heavy breath when Viktor’s fingers left his mouth. He wanted to follow his hand but it had descended to finally wrap around his abandoned cock, warm and wet from his spit. He gasped out and tried to remember how Viktor wanted him, sitting up straight and tall.
“That's it, Jayce.” The smile Viktor offered him was all too loving for a handler. Jayce worried he broke the scene too often as it was, but Viktor had been guilty of the same time and time again.
He watched Viktor's face, focused down toward his hand on Jayce's cock. His eyebrows pinched together when he concentrated, and his lips would twitch up slightly when he knew he was doing a good job of it. All Jayce could think about was the way his dick bulged under the cock ring and how perfect Viktor's hands were on him. The way his fingers curled around his length and the push of his thumb over his head was faultless, practically squeezing the pre-cum out of him to dress his cock in it. Viktor eventually looked up and stopped to stare at Jayce’s lips, pink and glistening with saliva still dripping.
There was a light tug on the collar, coaxing Jayce toward him more than a demanding pull. He kissed him ever so sweetly, slowing his hand down as he worked over Jayce's cock. The other hand at his neck unbuckled the collar and let it slip from his neck unceremoniously. Viktor’s thumb pressed into a particularly red spot, eliciting a moan from Jayce into Viktor’s mouth, causing him to open up as his tongue pushed in. As soon as he’d crossed that line he was gone, Viktor released him too soon, Jayce wanted so much more of this and chased his mouth despite himself. A heavy hand pushed him back because Viktor had other ideas. “Jayce,” he started slowly, breathing his name like a prayer. “Would you turn around for me?”
How could he say no to an ask like that? He stood up and turned away from Viktor, waiting for the next direction.
“Kneel. On the bed.”
Jayce climbed onto the bed and sat on his heels, back straight and head tilted to one side to show he was listening to his partner.
Viktor’s hands trailed down the middle of Jayce’s back, tracing the muscles with their curves and divots. He wondered what Viktor might be thinking, was he simply touching to turn Jayce on, or was there a deeper interest there? His index followed the bumps of his spine down to his lower back and stopped. “Bend over.” His voice came roughly, surprising Jayce with its rawness. He swallowed hard and gathered a pillow up from the bed to lay into, head down and ass up. The chair sounded like it was dragged closer to the bed as Viktor’s hands danced over the top of his hips. “Perfect,” he purred.
Soaking up the compliment, Jayce sunk into the bent position, arching his back further and closing his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine as something hot and wet touched his hole, like a spark of electricity had travelled to the base of his neck and rattled the bones in his spine. Viktor’s hot mouth was all over him, he could hardly believe it. Fingers pressed into his cheeks, spreading him open so Viktor could circle his tongue on the rim of his puckered hole, licking out to taste his taint along with it. Jayce quivered and whined into the pillows, muffling his pleasured sounds.
“So good for me…” Viktor murmured before licking lower. The hand that had been working over Jayce’s cock before was delicately guiding his balls into Viktor’s mouth, sucking at the delicate skin and kissing him. The sensitivity of the area and Viktor’s loving touch compared to the flogging he’d taken was a contrast indeed. He couldn’t help the way he trembled from the sensation. Viktor chuckled lightly. It was unfair how hot it was, with his light panting breaths reaching his untouched cock, causing him to twitch a little.
“ Viktor, ” he moaned loudly into the pillow.
Something cold replaced Viktor’s tongue; a drop of lube followed by a finger sliding inside of him with ease. Jayce saw stars streak across his vision as he smiled from the full feeling. It didn’t last long as Viktor retracted his hand and tapped at his hip. “Roll over. I want to see you.”
The movement was not graceful or fluid, but he got the job done, flipping himself over and holding his legs by the back of his knees to keep himself spread for Viktor. His hands were on him quickly, with the heel of one palm on his sensitive jewels and the other stroking him from the inside. Jayce’s chest was puffed out proudly where his back arched up, his breathing was heavy and his cheeks a perfect rosy pink. Viktor looked like he was unravelling just seeing Jayce like this.
He watched Viktor as indecision took over again, struggling to split his attention between his hands or Jayce’s fucked out face. He watched the way Viktor’s lips parted, then his tongue would flick out and he’d bite his bottom lip. He looked ragged and hungry.
His name fell out of Viktor’s lips in a moment of weakness, too soft to bear. “ Jayce… I don’t deserve you.” Clearing his throat quickly he tried to pretend nothing was said, that Jayce likely hadn’t heard. But he had and it was too late. Uncaring for how it might seem in his current position, Jayce palmed away Viktor’s hands and sat up on the edge of the bed to meet him eye to eye.
“Hey, don’t say that.” His hands came up to hold Viktor’s face, gliding a thumb under his eyes and over the high ridges of his cheekbones. He’d wanted to touch him so badly after all this time.
Viktor’s hands came up to pull Jayce back at the wrists and stopped momentarily. “I didn’t mean it, I just… Got caught up.” He avoided Jayce’s eyes and gave up on pulling his hands away.
Jayce dropped his hands for Viktor anyway and leaned back on the bed. “We don’t have to keep this up if you don’t want to.” His cock disagreed but he didn’t want to continue if Viktor didn’t.
“No,” Viktor replied quickly. “No, I want to. Do not misunderstand me, Jayce.”
Licking his lips he reconsidered. “How do you want me?” Jayce asked, holding his wrists together in front of him with mercy.
Viktor smiled kindly and pushed his chair back to stand. “I think one of us has been a little overdressed, don’t you?”
If Jayce had a tail, it would be wagging. He helped Viktor out of his vest and dress shirt first, stopping midway to rest his head against his stomach. He pulled Viktor in to stand between his legs and hugged his middle, kissing the tips of his hip bones that jutted out more than they really should. Viktor didn’t tell him to stop or ask for much of anything else really. His hands brushed through his hair easily, patting Jayce as he simply held him. They needed the tender moment to recenter.
“I have a request,” Viktor hummed happily, circling a finger around the nape of Jayce’s neck.
“Yes?” He cranned to look up at him.
“When you remove my trousers, would you use your teeth?”
Jayce glowed at the idea. He nodded and moved to do just that, holding Viktor’s sides in his hands and working his mouth over the button on his waist first. It was trickier than anticipated, but he got there in the end, no doubt entertaining Viktor with it. He gripped the tail of the zipper between his teeth and dragged it down, easier than the button at least. With his slacks barely off, all Jayce could smell was the musk of Viktor’s sex, he had been working up a lather this whole time and now Jayce could see it thick between his legs. As soon as he’d imagined it his nose was buried into the thin cotton of his briefs. Jayce had been unable to touch himself or Viktor for too long, and now he didn’t want to stop. His partner’s hands scratched over his scalp as soon as he nudged forward to breathe him in. The hands encouraged him, holding Jayce’s head gently and keeping him close.
“So good Jayce, so good for me,” Viktor babbled above him.
There was already a growing dampness between Viktor's legs, Jayce wanted to taste it. He opened his mouth around Viktor's clothed cunt while pulling away the rest of his trousers. He was supported by Viktor's hands on either side of his head, with his thumbs massaging the back of his neck, sometimes pressing into the bruising from the collar.
He'd help Viktor believe he deserved him.
The hands on his head lightened and pulled him away suddenly. “Get on the bed,” Viktor demanded with a hot ragged breath. “ Now ,” he continued when Jayce didn't move immediately, caught off guard by how hot he was.
Jayce sat back on the edge of the bed like he always had but Viktor shoved him down roughly and climbed over him after throwing off his soaked briefs. “Pass me that pillow.” Jayce obliged. He cushioned his right knee as he bracketed Jayce with his legs, sitting on his sternum with his exposed cunt. Jayce admired his partner's slim figure and the pale plains of his skin from this perspective, he was beautiful. “You know what I want, Jayce.” Viktor smirked, shifting his weight to sit on his face.
If the aroma alone hadn't intoxicated him enough the taste of Viktor's sopping pussy was on another level entirely. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Jayce gripped Viktor's thighs to hold him steady.
“Your mouth , Jayce. Ugh.” Viktor groaned and rolled his hips lightly as Jayce ate him up, pressing his lips against the fullness of his vulva and tonguing at his clit. Viktor's breaths came in short stuttered gasps as he ground down into Jayce. “That's it. Ah– right there .”
Jayce sucked on Viktor's bulging cock, using his thumb to lift the hood and suck. He knew he was doing everything right based on the perfect sounds falling from Viktor’s lips. More praises fell from his mouth toward Jayce as he let Viktor fuck his mouth.
His cunt was so wet it started to drip down Jayce's chin to the back of his neck, soaking the sheets. A small part of him wished they'd put a towel down, but a much larger and more preoccupied part of him couldn't give a single fuck.
As Jayce rolled his tongue over a sensitive spot Viktor fell forward onto his elbows, cursing and grabbing the sheets. “ Fuck, Jayce. Right there, right– Jayce! ” Viktor practically wailed his name, coming hard and shuddering over him. He felt him convulse around his mouth, rocking into his head harshly. Jayce could take it, he would ride out any orgasm with Viktor no matter how hard it came. He kept his mouth on Viktor for as long as he would allow it, then mourned the loss of his wet orgasm when he dismounted too soon. Viktor had become as sweaty a mess as Jayce. His hair was swept in every direction or matted against his brow.
Lain across from Jayce, Viktor took in stuttered heavy breaths, trying to reel himself back in. Jayce reached for the nearest part of him to touch reassuringly. “M’fine, Jayce. I just– I had hoped to fuck you before coming. Just give me a minute.”
Rolling into his side he smiled at Viktor who watched him with complete adoration. His cheeks were burnt red, his eyes were heavy with exhaustion but he breathed through it and reached out. Their hands laced together and he brought Viktor's knuckles up to his lips to kiss them. It was too soft, it wasn't the scene anymore. Maybe it had been over for a while… Jayce could handle not being allowed to come if it ended with his partner looking at him like this. But it did hurt between his legs, after the battering and sucking and neglect he kind of needed a release.
It wasn't long before Viktor shuffled to the end of the bed and sat over it, preparing himself to stand up. Jayce chased him there, stretching his body over the entire length of the bed just to reach him and touch his sides for a hug from behind.
“Jayce, I'm not going anywhere.” Viktor patted his hands reassuringly.
“I know. I just…” he wanted to touch him, he loved holding Viktor.
He had to let go when Viktor tried to stand again, bending down to pick something up. For a moment he dreaded the flogger again, seeking something softer now. Viktor turned to reveal the collar they had discarded. “I need one more thing from you, love.”
Pushing himself from the bed, Jayce sat up proudly for his partner again and lifted his chin to show off his bruised neck. Viktor's hands rested on his shoulders first, then cradled his neck and head, bending him up into a deep kiss. Jayce sighed into it easily, the scene was definitely over, but Viktor had one last surprise up his sleeve.
While they kissed, Viktor put the collar back on. “Make the bed. I'd like to lay down.” Viktor didn't ask with any of the roughness he'd held previously, it was sweet, like he was asking Jayce to do him a favour not a direct order.
He got to work quickly, plumping a pillow for Viktor to lay his hips into and helped him to lay face down onto the bed. Viktor held the leash over his shoulder, leading back to Jayce, a constant connection. “Good boy,” he praised. The compliment was distinctly different from how it had sounded to begin with. Before, he was salacious and breathy, but now he actually praised Jayce with a soft tone.
Unable to help himself he planted kisses all over Viktor's back and showered him with affection. He worshipped the ground Viktor walked on, he loved everything about him. He especially loved when they could sync up like this and instinctively know what the other needed.
Jayce reached between Viktor’s thighs and dragged his thumb between his soaked folds, pressing into the plush skin there. He spread Viktor's cheeks and drank in the state of his pussy. Sticky from his mouth and where he came, begging for more.
A light tug on the leash told Jayce to stop. “No hands, I'm wet enough as it is.” He pulled Jayce along gently to crowd his back. Jayce dropped his head to kiss between Viktor's narrow shoulder blades and fell to his elbows. He'd do anything Viktor asked of him.
His cock stood proud from the anticipation, he knew he'd get a release soon. He lined himself up and wanted to start slow but Viktor pulled him on the leash and the studs dug into his skin. Jayce gasped and rammed forward into Viktor, slipping into him with a ridiculous ease, right down to the hilt. He shuddered from bottoming out so quickly, and Viktor’s pussy pulsated around him. He could come from just this if it wasn’t for the cock ring still holding a vice grip around his erection. But still, he wouldn't last long, he'd gone long enough without a satisfying touch.
Viktor pushed back into him, suggesting he start moving or he'd do the job for Jayce. He refocused and pulled out slowly, sliding back in at an aching slow pace. It was agonising but he knew how Viktor liked him to start. “How's this?” he checked in.
“ Hngh– It’s great, you’re doing so well.” Viktor used the collar to tell Jayce how he wanted him, tugging when it wasn’t enough and needed more. Jayce had already buried himself as deep as he could go but Viktor kept tugging. He was about to lose himself. Dropping his head to Viktor's back and breathing heavily. Viktor was so composed, of course he was, he'd already come while Jayce had been teased beyond belief.
“Touch me, Jayce.” The low growl of his handler returned for a moment and Jayce had to obey or it might be too late.
Propping himself on one arm so his whole weight wouldn’t crush Viktor, Jayce maneuvered himself to reach between the pillows and pinched his cock between his fingers to tug.
“Fuck– that's it!” Viktor cried out, pressing back into Jayce holding the leash taut and bowing into the pillows.
Jayce saw the fucking cosmos as he came with a hot rush to his groin and the pressure around the cock ring. Viktor came with him, clawing at the sheets and digging his nails into Jayce’s thigh behind him. Jayce shuddered as another orgasm rolled through him and into Viktor before collapsing to one side and giving up from exhaustion.
Viktor had turned onto his side quickly and had his hands on Jayce’s face, pampering him and kissing him. They were both covered in sweat and smelt of the hot sex they’d just had, the musk hung in the air around them and Jayce just sighed with all the love in the world as his partner held him.
“Come here,” Viktor beckoned, putting a pillow over his lap for Jayce to rest his head. He took the collar off slowly, rubbing his hands around the worst of the brushing lightly, as if his hands were a soothing balm to Jayce –which they were, though he'd take some time to recover with little more than Viktor's hands alone. Viktor continued to stroke Jayce's head and back affectionately, offering the lightest of touches. “You held out so well, Jayce. I nearly thought you didn’t have it in you.” Jayce shot him a look and Viktor shrugged. “You proved me wrong, I suppose.”
A small part of Jayce wanted to be held, more so than he was already. It must have been written all over his face because Viktor pressed a thumb over his brows to smooth out the frown.
“What is it?”
“S’nice…” He mumbled. “But could you… I’d like it if you'd spoon me, as long as it won’t cause you discomfort.”
It was an easy enough ask. Viktor let Jayce up to roll over onto the side that would keep his right leg on top. Their arms thread around each other and Viktor’s lips pressed to the back of Jayce’s neck. He couldn't have felt safer in anyone else's arms.
Viktor helped him eventually remove the cock ring when he wasn't so hard, and they both took turns showering. Jayce could fuss over the state of the sheets and Viktor would argue it wasn't his fault, knowing full well it was both of them. They would knit-pick and push each other's buttons, but Jayce would eventually get what he wanted and hugged Viktor on the couch for the rest of the night, enjoying the way his partner slotted into the space so perfectly.