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Jayce Talis possesses very busy hands.
Fingers adept at various pursuits, be it metalwork at the forge, innovation at the lab, or more... intimate interests. Always something to do, something to keep his hands occupied, something to touch. He often spins his pen absentmindedly or plays with chalk between his knuckles when stuck on an equation in front of a chalkboard, lips pursed in thought but fingers always kept busy.
It has distracted Viktor in the past, back when they were mere business partners working on realizing their dream. A small, quiet gasp escaping his lips as he watches Jayce wets the tip of his middle finger using his tongue to flip through his notes. A swallow when he sees him playing with the corner of a page as he reads before flitting to the next. Helpless, he returns to his own work with heat pooling in his gut that's impossible to ignore. He seeks for release, unfortunately settling for his own bony fingers, in the bathroom across the lab.
The larger man is clueless, of course. Relentless with his touch, unaware of its effects on Viktor. A firm grip on his shoulder when they figure something out. Large hands cupping his jaw with a matching overjoyed "Viktor, you're a genius!". Heck, Jayce even massaged his shoulders and neck that one time they had an all-nighter in the lab. Viktor can only hope Jayce didn't notice him freezing up instead of melting under the delicious, borderline obscene, ministrations.
Release in the bathroom.
Once, after spending all day and night (possibly two. Or three. Who knows.) reworking a mechanism on a new device, Viktor's genius mind still locked in, when his body starts to protest. His brain is still running but his movements start to get heavier. His grip on his pen isn't the same as it was two, three nights ago, weaker. His head feels heavier to move. His control over his body is starting to slip, moving like he's tipsy.
He reaches for a pencil to his right when his arm feels a drop heavier and knocks the entire pen holder over. In an attempt to stop the pens from rolling off the table, he manages to also knock over his cane, which was propped up on the table near his seat. It's a mess, the commotion prompting Jayce to look over to Viktor's work station and he catches the latter heaving a sigh, running his hand over his face and moving to pick up the objects he knocked over.
"Here, let me." Jayce interrupts Viktor's movements, crouching down to gather the pens and pencils that rolled off the table. "You're exhausted. You've been working nonstop."
Viktor's ears seem to ring at the sight before him. Jayce is down on one knee, crouched over to reach for the pens, not quite kneeling but it's enough to get the blood in Viktor's brain rushing south. This picture of Jayce, down on the floor, while he is sitting back on his chair is quick to warp into a new depraved fantasy.
Jayce sat on his knees beneath his work table with a cock in his mouth. Viktor's busy tinkering and Jayce is starting to get drowsy, having been reduced to a cockwarming toy for hours now. Jayce, ever the good boy, would have his tongue out, wouldn't suck, wouldn't set his own pace. His mouth would just be a pliant, pretty little hole, and Viktor would massage his jaw every now and then. Jayce would smile up at him, as if this was what he was made for, and that he'd fulfilled his purpose. Viktor would work for a few hours more and Jayce would fall asleep with his cock on his tongue.
"Take a break, yeah? I have my blanket on the couch from when I slept here, so feel free." Viktor is broken out of his stupor when Jayce sets his cane upright against the table then squeezes his knee.
"I'm fine. I just need another cup, perhaps." Jayce's hand is still on his knee, no longer squeezing but lingering. "Thank you, Jayce"
Jayce looks hesitant, but knows Viktor won't relent. He sighs in resignation. Unbeknownst to him, Viktor is praying to all the gods he doesn't believe in for Jayce to fucking stand up lest he notice the growing bulge in his pants. "Alright, I'll go grab us some, and then that's it alright? Rest after." Jayce finally stands, and moves to exit the room to get coffee.
He exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding, before glancing down at the half-mast tent in his slacks. He groans, grabs his cane and makes his way to the bathroom. Again.
He didn't think Jayce could get any more touchy, didn't think it could get any worse, didn't think it could get him any hotter under the collar of his shirt. He's thoroughly mistaken, finding that the man can get bolder with his touches once they started seeing each other after years of pining and hidden want. Once they finally crossed that line of dancing between platonic, business-related discussions and outright flirting, he'd unknowingly granted Jayce open access to the expanse of his skin. Jayce basically uses him as a hand-warmer nowadays. Not that he complains, but a raging boner doesn't exactly help with completing their research.
"Jayce," Viktor says in a warning tone, when Jayce starts to wrap his arms around his abdomen, his chin on his shoulder.
"What? Am I not allowed to hug you anymore?" Jayce asks, feigning innocence, intentions far from it.
"I know where this is headed."
"Where is that?" Viktor could hear the grin in his voice, Jayce's lips brushing against his ear. He rolls his eyes, continuing his work on the chalkboard.
He feels hands start to go lower, inching towards the hem of his vest and shirt. "Jayce, I'm warning you. Quit it."
"I'm just warming up my hands. It's cold tonight." The larger man says, slipping his hands underneath Viktor's shirt and splaying his palms across his stomach. For a while, they stay put, seemingly seeking body heat after all. But Viktor knows better. He doesn't budge, ignoring Jayce and writes on the chalkboard.
He soon feels lips on his neck, open-mouthed kisses along the side of it starting from his shoulder to his jaw. He has to close his eyes to suppress a satisfied sigh.
"Is your mouth cold too?" He asks sarcastically.
"Mm, terribly." The hands on his stomach move to carress his sides.
"Jayce, I'm serious. We will not get anywhere at this rate, not when you keep distracting me like this."
"Am I?" Jayce places a kiss on his pulse point. "Distracting you?" He grins, like distracting Viktor has been precisely what he aimed to get out of this.
"Yes, now be a good boy and let me work."
Jayce whines, wrapping his arms tighter around the smaller man's waist, presses his chest against Viktor's back. "But watching you work is what's got me all worked up in the first place."
"Then go home."
"I don't want to."
"Don't be a brat, Jayce."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
Hmm.
What indeed.
Viktor lowers his hand holding the chalk, tossing it onto a nearby table before gripping his cane and turning around to face Jayce. The latter is slightly afraid he's pushed too far. Usually Viktor just sighs in his arms, lets him do what he wants, lets his hands wander where they want, their work forgotten until the next morning after spending the night basked in heat during, for a lack of better word, earth-shattering sex.
Now the older has a certain glint in his eyes as they gaze up at him, and Jayce can't quite place if it means he'll give him what he wants or if he intends to make him suffer.
He'll have to wait and see, won't he?
"You're right. It's late anyway, we should call it a night." Jayce simmers in his suspicion, before forgetting fuck all when Viktor grips the back of his neck and slots his perfect lips against his. He's a puddle of goo.
He pulls away with a wet noise, hand easing up on his grip on Viktor's vest. "I'll get the car." He breathily says, before placing a kiss on the mole near his lips. Jayce quickly steps away to grab his bag, coat and his keys before going out the door. Viktor hears him run once he's out of sight. It was painfully endearing.
He almost pitied him for what he's about to put him through.
Viktor collects his things, turns off the lights and locks the door to the lab.
Jayce, playing with his nails, perks up when he hears the familiar sound of Viktor's cane down the steps of the Academy. He's a bundle of excitement and energy when he opens the car door for him. Sweet, clueless Jayce.
"Thank you, lásko." He places a sweet kiss on the larger man's cheek before carefully stepping in. Jayce melts.
During the drive to Viktor's apartment (it was closer to the academy), Jayce is abuzz with anticipation, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. Viktor has to hide his smirk under his thick scarf. It was cold today.
They made quick work of getting up to Viktor's unit, even sneaking in a makeout session in the elevator. Viktor granted him this at least, knowing he's about to deny the poor man what he wants, what he needs.
Once in the bedroom, a half-naked Jayce moves to kiss him, impatient. Viktor pulls back, using all his willpower to resist a pouty Jayce. It was unbelievably difficult not to give him what he wants when his puppy dog eyes were in full effect against him.
"...What?" He sounds like a puppy being refused treats.
"I... wanted to try something," Viktor places his hand on Jayce's cheek, sweet and gentle. Jayce leans into it immediately, mouthing at the thumb near his lips.
"Tell me. I'll do anything." It wakes something primal in Viktor, a shudder runs through his spine.
The hand on Jayce's cheek moves to the top his head, petting him sweetly, to distract him from the incoming proposition he'll surely hate. "I want to tie you up. Will you let me?"
Jayce, eyes closed and basking in Viktor's attention and affection, jolts at the request. Viktor could see it in his eyes. He's fighting between wanting his hands free to roam Viktor as he pleased and wanting to please Viktor, to be compliant, to do as he's told.
It's always been his thing. To touch, to grip, to caress. To twist, to stroke, to press. He gets off on contact, on physicality. He thrives on it. Having his hands bound means none of that.
But he also gets off on being good for Viktor. He loves being told what to do, the dizzying praise that comes after going straight to his cock. He loves being Viktor's good boy. He'll do anything.
"Do you have to?" Jayce whines, grabbing the hand that's petting him and kissing the palm before placing it back on his cheek.
"I'm afraid so, my sweet. But if you do not want to... I guess we will have to shelf the idea for some other time." Viktor says, in a tone of disappointment. But he knows he'll come out of this victorious. He almost feels bad for using Jayce's insatiable desire to please against him.
It works instantaneously, as he predicted. Jayce's eyes are wide, worried he's already disappointed Viktor before they even started. "No! N-no, it's fine. You... you can tie me up."
Viktor fights the smile that threatens to form on his face. "Are you sure? I do not want to force you into anything." Jayce never stood a chance.
The larger man nods, hesitant but eager to please. "I'm sure."
Viktor smiles at him, and his worry fades. Viktor will make it worth it, Jayce thinks. Viktor gives him a kiss, finally, blissfully unaware it's the last he's going to get in a while.
"Lose the pants."
The authoritative tone Viktor uses almost makes him moan. He obliges, stripping down to nothing in the middle of the room while Viktor goes to sit on the bed. He sits and watches Jayce squirm while he awaits what's next.
"Place that chair in front of the bed." Viktor points to his wooden desk chair. Every order Viktor gives him is a surge of need that only gathers south, his cock hardening against his stomach. He does as he's told.
"Inside the lowest desk drawer, you will find three pieces of rope. Get it for me."
Jayce gulps. "You've uh... you've really prepared for this, huh?"
"Perhaps. Sit." Jayce moves towards the bed. "On the chair, Jayce."
"Oh." Rope still in his hands, he goes to sit on the chair he placed in front of the bed. "Won't it be hard for you to... y'know, uh... I don't know... straddle me? A- assuming that's what you're planning to do."
Viktor can't help the wicked grin on his face. Oh, how wrong you are, my darling.
"Let me worry about that, my sweet." Viktor starts to loosen and take off his tie before unbuttoning his vest. He shrugs it off to the side. "Tie your legs down to each front leg of the chair for me. I will tie your hands up myself."
Jayce bites his bottom lip as he watches Viktor take off his clothes. He'd wanted to do that himself. He does as he's told, restraining his right leg first, wrapping the soft red rope around his ankle and the leg of the chair, ties it in a way that the rope doesn't dig into his skin but tight enough that doesn't defeat the purpose of restraints. He does the same to the left.
Viktor stands from the bed and stalks towards him. God, he's a sight. Top buttons of his shirt undone, displaying the expanse of his chest. Jayce's cock twitches.
"Let me see." Viktor nods towards his leg restraints. He attempts to break free with no real effort and finds his ankles stuck to the chair. "Well done." He shivers at the praise. He's so fucking hard.
Viktor moves to his back, fingertips running through Jayce's hair. His eyes roll back at the sensation. "Do you trust me?" Viktor asks as he grabs the remaining rope on Jayce's lap.
"With my life."
With a pleased hum, he proceeds. "Hands behind the chair please." Jayce follows, biting his lip. He's both terrified and incredibly turned on. He raises them a little higher so Viktor won't have to reach down as far to tie them. "So good for me, Jayce." He breathes deeply through his nose and tilts his head up to the ceiling while Viktor ties his hands together. He's leaking so much already.
Once Viktor is satisfied with his work, he returns to the bed and takes a look at Jayce. The sight is both divine and sinful. There's a sheen of sweat over his honey skin and his length is weeping against his stomach, unbelievably hard. His legs are apart due to being restrained, exposing everything. He's panting, squirming under the other's intense gaze.
Viktor wants to bite.
It'll be harder to resist than he thought.
"Are you gonna keep eye-fucking me or are you gonna fuck me for real?"
"So impatient. I don't even intend to fuck you at all. At least not yet." Jayce's face falls and all color from his face dissipates.
"W-what...?" He pulls at the rope keeping his hands together.
"Don't look so horrified, Jayce," Viktor sets his cane against the bedside table before opening one of its drawers and pulling out lube and something else.
What is that?
No.
Is that... a vibrator?
"I am not so cruel as to not let you watch."
Jayce was starting to regret agreeing to being tied up.
"V, please. You- you can't do this, please." Jayce begs as Viktor starts to strip, taking his leg brace off, before shuffling back towards the headboard.
"It's my every intention to do this, dearest." He straightens his leg and relaxes against the headboard, right in Jayce's line of sight. "Eyes on me at all times. If you don't do as I say, you are never leaving that chair, am I understood?"
Jayce's chest is heaving, incredulous, can't believe the torture he's about to go through. "Why are you doing this?"
"I asked you a question, Jayce."
Jayce exhales heavily, not meeting his eyes. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good. Look at me." When Jayce looks up, his eyes are glistening. He almost feels bad.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
"Tell me you won't look away." He says as he leans back, hand starting to inch towards his own aching cock.
Jayce's eyes follow his every move. "I won't look away."
"Good boy." A pitiful sound erupts out of the larger man, and Viktor bites his lip.
Viktor wraps his fingers around his cock, gathering slick from the head and spreading it down his shaft. He sighs, stroking languidly, slowly, agonizingly. He makes sure to make noise. He meets Jayce's eyes, jaw slack and moaning.
This is Jayce's perfect torture. Hands bound, watching the object of his desires please himself without his help. He's told not to look away, but he's unsure he could do it of his own accord anyway. It's mesmerizing, watching Viktor please himself. To watch his mouth form an 'O' while he strokes himself. To watch his eyes start to roll back at the pleasure. To watch as sweat beads on his forehead and drips down his perfect nose. He wants to lick it.
Jayce's brain short-circuits when Viktor spits in his hand before resuming his strokes, picking up his speed. Viktor hears him whine in his seat and looks up at him.
"V, please, let me out of here, I'm begging you." Jayce looks utterly desperate. Bucking up at nothing, seeking friction. He has nothing to rub himself on, not with his legs spread apart. Are those tear streaks on his cheeks?
Viktor decided to tease him further. Merciless.
"Oh, Jayce, hah- so good for me," Viktor sounds absolutely filthy, squeezes his cock tighter in his hands. It's torture. Viktor isn't this vocal during sex. Jayce knows Viktor's doing it for his misery.
"Ffuuckkk V, please! Fuck you look so fucking good, baby," Jayce fruitlessly thrusts into the air, finding no relief. He weeps, cock twitching endlessly against his taut abdomen.
It does something to Viktor, seeing someone like Jayce, a heap of muscle, built like a Greek god, reduced to a crying, desperate, begging mess all because he can't put his hands on him. The knowledge that he can make him fall apart like this...
Viktor mewls his name, relentless in his torture. "Y-you're so- hah- tight and perfect for me, aren't you?"
Jayce moans, watches Viktor squeeze his cock, just as he likes, watches him slowly reach his peak by his own doing. His own cock sits neglected against his stomach. It hurts, fuck, it hurts so so much.
"Please, V, I need you so fucking bad, please, I'll do so much better than your hand, I'll be so good," He feels tears running down his cheeks. He's thrashing against his restraints, skin on fire at the need to touch.
The absolute desperation in his voice, how he's moaning even when he sits untouched, how he looks tied up like this, his hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his skin flushed red, his eyebrows sewn together, his mouth starting to drool, and oh, Viktor's right there.
"Oh, I'm so close, so close, I'm-" His movements stutter to a halt, sticky white cum oozing out of the head as he comes. Jayce moans at the sight, devastated. He's going to lose his mind.
"Baby, baby please I'm begging you. I'll take- I'll take anything, please. Let me break out of these." Viktor knows he can break out of those flimsy ropes, strong man that he is. In a way, it's also a test of discipline, of self-control.
"I'm not done. Break out of those and I will not let you come for a week. Am I understood?" Oh, Viktor's being so mean to him, it's making his cock even harder.
He tilts his head up to the ceiling and sobs, prays to any god that will listen to him for mercy. Maybe he should be praying to Viktor instead. "Please, baby. Please, it hurts so bad,"
"Am I understood, Jayce?"
"Yes! Fuck," He continues to sob.
"Look at me."
Oh, he's crying, the poor darling. Viktor's starting to feel bad. "Just a little more, I promise." Jayce whines and can do little else than nod, helpless.
It's okay, He tells himself. It's almost over.
Viktor starts to pry himself open with his slick fingers, leg spread across the mattress, the other bent at the knee and Jayce is transfixed as he pushes a finger into his lubed up hole. Jayce's jaw is slack watching Viktor's face contort in pleasure, finger curving inside, looking for that spot that Jayce always knows to press to make him see stars. He outright screams once he finds it, curses like he only really does when he feels absolutely euphoric, when Jayce fucks him like a god. Viktor shouts his name, and Jayce can distantly hear himself beg to be released.
He thinks he'll actually come untouched this time.
"Pleasepleaseplease V, fuck," The movement of his hips thrusting upwards is involuntary at this point. It's pointless, but he can't help it anymore.
He hears a faint click and a bzzzzz, and knows he's done for.
Viktor teases himself with it, shuddering as he presses it against the head of his dick, runs it along his shaft before teasing his hole with it. His jaw goes slack once he starts thrusting the vibrator in and out, the amber of his eyes disappearing to the back of his head.
Filthy, needy sounds escape him as he fucks himself with the toy, his back arching a little. ”So good Jayce," His other hand grips the sheets, eyebrows creased together and mouth perpetually O-shaped.
"Fuck, V, you're gonna make me come," His chest is heaving, just watching Viktor like this giving him inexplicable pleasure, enough to get him to orgasm.
"Yeah? Untouched?"
Interesting. Viktor made a mental note of this.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm close baby, just keep doing that, please,"
Viktor made a show of it. His unoccupied hand flies up to his nipple, playing with it, twisting, flicking, pulling, all while he fucks himself with the toy. He moans, whines, whimpers, knowing Jayce gets off on his pleasure. He hears Jayce curse, watches him thrust his thick cock into the air helplessly.
"Come, Jayce. Let go for me, darling, t-that's it- FUCK!" Viktor moans, about to reach his second orgasm. He starts stroking his cock on top of fucking himself with the vibrator, and it feels almost as good as fucking Jayce. Almost.
He watches Jayce squirm and revels at the sight before him. Jayce's abdomen is taut and his legs are shaking, tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm. How fucking glorious.
"That's it Jayce, come for me. That's a good boy," Viktor's praise is the final shove to the edge, and Jayce is coming. Entirely untouched.
The sight pushes Viktor to his own peak, Jayce's name on his tongue like a mantra.
Jayce moans obscenely as he comes but he sobs soon after, his orgasm ruined. "V, please, I need you so fucking bad, please!"
Viktor pants, still coming down from his high, barely registering Jayce's pleas. "Come here."
Jayce snaps the rope binding his hands with sheer force before making quick work of the restraints around his ankles. He practically jumps on the bed, and moans at the skin-to-skin contact. Fucking finally.
Viktor grabs him by the neck, locking his lips with the other's. Jayce moves down his neck, biting there before laving the mark with his tongue. He dives lower, taking one of Viktor's nipples in his mouth, making the latter gasp. He gives it a lick before going back to Viktor's mouth, never getting enough. Viktor places his thigh in between Jayce's, making him whimper in relief as he starts rutting against it.
"Tell me what you need, Jayce."
"You, baby please, I need you. Oh, fuck, feels so good," Jayce moans, the friction offered by Viktor's thigh a delicious drag against his aching cock.
"You will have to be specific, darling." It's Viktor's turn to leave marks on Jayce's neck. An artwork of red-purple flowers.
"Need to fuck you, please, V." Jayce pants, still rutting against Viktor's thigh.
"So fuck me." Jayce makes a sound akin to a growl, lifting off Viktor and letting him adjust, his bad leg stretched out while the other bends for better access.
Jayce, desperate as he is, takes time to drink in the sight in front of him. His hands explore Viktor's body reverently, appreciates the milky skin beneath his palms, kisses the smattering of moles across his body. He squeezes his hips, kneading the flesh with his hands.
"You're so beautiful," Jayce whispers in awe, and Viktor pulls him in for a sweet kiss. Their breaths dance and their tongues tango, drinking each other up.
The kiss quickly becomes more heated, making Jayce remember just how desperate he was. He squeezes lube onto his cock, impatiently stroking himself before lining up against Viktor's entrance. Jayce pushes in, revels in the look on Viktor's face as he does. They both gasp, the fit overwhelmingly snug Jayce has to stop to prevent himself from coming too soon. His fingers intertwine with Viktor's, squeezing his hand as he starts to move. The way Viktor's face contorts is different from earlier. Like he's finally satisfied, like this is what he's been waiting for this entire time.
His thrusts are slow, deep, worshipful and he's kissing everywhere on his face like it's something to be revered. On his sweat-slicked forehead, his upturned brows, his temples, the mole beneath his eye, his nose, his cheeks, the mole near his lips, his cupid's bow, his perfect, perfect lips. Their breaths mingle, their moans a melody neither one wants to forget. Viktor's nails leave marks down Jayce's back, prompting the latter to bite Viktor's lips. Viktor's hand buries in his hair and pulls, making him moan.
"Harder."
"Fuck," Jayce obliges, snapping his hips harder, hitting Viktor's spot with every thrust.
"That's it, s-such a good boy for me, Jayce. Fucking me so well," Jayce whimpers, thrusts growing frantic, so close to an orgasm he can taste it.
"Is it good? Am I good?" Jayce whimpers, still hitting that spot inside Viktor that makes his vision go white.
"So, so good, Jayce, stretching me so w-wide," Viktor's eyes closed shut at how good Jayce is fucking him. The latter whines, the praise making him act like fucking dog in heat. So desperate, so needy, so close.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," Jayce whines, jaw slack and hips snapping impossibly harder. He wraps his fingers around Viktor's cock, stroking him the way he likes, squeezing the length with his thumb rubbing the head.
"Oh, Jayce." Viktor's eyes roll to the back of his head. He's so close. "Come for me, darling. Be a good boy and fill me up."
"Fffuuuuckkkkk," Ropes of cum paint his insides, the feeling of getting filled up making him reach the precipice, coming right after Jayce with a breathless moan. His cum splatters against both their stomachs, making their skin sticky with spent and sweat.
Jayce catches his breath, forehead touching with Viktor's as he pants. He gives him a kiss as he pulls out slowly before moving downwards to clean Viktor's cum off his stomach with his tongue. He moans at the taste, lapping up all he can like a man starved. A hand on his hair pulls him back up for a kiss before Viktor's rolling them, pushing Jayce down on the mattress. He shuffles downward, taking Jayce's nipple in his mouth, aware of how sensitive they are.
Viktor licks them up like a kitten while underneath him, Jayce is mewling like one. He moves further downward, nosing Jayce's happy trail before kissing the base of his cock. He starts mouthing up the shaft, the tangy, bitter taste of his release a delicacy on his tongue.
A broken whimper escapes Jayce, large hands gripping the sheets. "Viktor, I- hng- I just c-came, baby," Jayce struggles to say as Viktor starts sucking the head like lollipop.
"Mmmm, and yet you're still so hard, my love." He massages the crown of his cock with his tongue, and oh, he's so good with his tongue.
"Fuck," Jayce cries, head tilting, buried into the pillows while his back arches.
"Shhhh," Viktor mouths at his impressive length, wet and sloppy. "I'll take care of you." He says before he takes the entirety of Jayce in his mouth. Well, tries to at least.
Jayce jolts at the absolute pleasure that is hitting the back of Viktor's throat. His hand shoots up to his mouth in an attempt to cover up his depraved noises when Viktor hollows his cheeks. Wet, slick noises and Jayce's muffled moans fill the room. Viktor won't stand for it. He reaches for Jayce's hand that's covering his mouth and places it on top of his head. He looks up through his lashes, half-lidded eyes meeting Jayce's teary ones. The blush on his cheeks spread to his ears and neck and his his hair stuck to his forehead.
So cute.
His hand on top of Jayce's gives it a push downward, encouraging him, silently telling him to guide him, use him, telling him take what you need. You can push.
Jayce's eyes widen a bit, hesitant at first, doesn't want to hurt him, but a small encouraging nod from Viktor and he's burying both hands in the latter's hair. Viktor's hand retracts and wraps around the part of Jayce's cock that his mouth can't reach. He moves his head by himself first, Jayce still hesitant to push and pull. His tongue caressing the underside of the other's cock expertly but intentionally excruciatingly slow. If Jayce wants to go faster, he'd have to grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth, set the pace he wants.
Viktor feels the first push downward and hums around Jayce's cock, telling him that's it, good boy. Jayce exhales sharply, finally garners some confidence and gathers strands of Viktor's hair that fell down his face, running his fingers through soft brown hair and grabs gently. He pulls upward, transfixed on Viktor's face, on the look out for any signs of discomfort. When he sees none, he pushes down. Viktor makes a gagging sound, but he looks pleased, and the sound only aroused him more.
His pace gradually quickens, his hips snapping up occasionally to meet Viktor's mouth in the middle. Viktor braces himself, his hands holding on to Jayce's hips while he's being fucked in the mouth.
Jayce doesn't want to push too hard, too fast, doesn't want to use his Viktor like a toy but oh, it feels too good and he just can't stop. He sounds depraved, broken moans escaping him, whimpers at the look of satisfaction on Viktor's face even as he gags on dick. "I'm sorry," Jayce cries, hips relentlessly snapping up while simultaneously pushing Viktor's head down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't stop, fuuucckk, I can't stop." His words come out in sobs and it's making Viktor so goddamn hard.
Viktor has tears in the corner of his eyes but he's relentless, hollowing out his cheeks and pumps his fingers where his mouth isn't. Jayce's face contorts in delicious pleasure but his eyes never leave Viktor. "S-shit, V, I'm about to come,"
He feels Jayce twitch in his mouth and pulls off, letting Jayce finish himself off with his hand. "Come for me, Jayce. Come on my tongue." He says before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.
Jayce pumps himself quickly, pushing himself to the edge before he shoots his cum onto Viktor's waiting tongue. The sight is sinful. Viktor's half lidded eyes fixed on him while his pink tongue waits for Jayce's cum like it's a treat, lips swollen red complete with drops of cum that didn't quite reach his tongue. When he's done, Viktor makes a show of wiping his lips with his thumb, pushing his cum in his mouth with the rest of it before swallowing.
A shaky exhale escapes Jayce's lips as he watches Viktor crawl back up to his eye-level. He kisses him deeply, shoving his tongue inside Jayce's mouth, the taste of his cum still lingering there, bitter and erotic. Strong arms wrap around Viktor's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The kiss is all tongue and spit, deliciously sloppy and wet and perfect.
Dainty fingers travel across Jayce's feverish skin, moving south where he's terribly sensitive still. Jayce whimpers into the kiss, pulls away to look down at where Viktor's hand was going. He's about to protest when Viktor starts circling his hole with the pad of his finger.
"One more," Viktor starts putting pressure, Jayce looking back up at him abruptly to shake his head no. "You can give me one more, can you not?"
Viktor cups Jayce's cheek with his other hand, the latter immediately leaning into the gentle touch while still shaking his head no, trying to distract himself from the finger teasing his hole, muttering mumblings of C-Can't, I can't, please, s'too much in between sobs.
"No? You don't want to be a good boy for me anymore?" Jayce whines, silently cursing him for using that card. Of course he wants to be good for him, but he's on the brink of overstimulation and he's pretty sure he's all wrung out of cum. "Shame, I'd wanted to fuck this pretty little thing."
Forget everything. Jayce is about to beg for it.
"No, please! Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can take it, I promise." Viktor has a teasing look on his face but Jayce can't care less.
"Yeah? But you were saying no just now, no?"
"No! I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean it, I promise, please baby."
Oh, and Viktor is so pleased. "Good boy."
The slender digit circling his hole pushes in after it's drenched in lube, the penetration making Jayce's face contort. They've only recently discovered Jayce liked – loved – taking it up the ass. He used to only bottom from the top, hesitant to be on the receiving end. After weeks of convincing and a sprinkle of curiosity, he gave in and his life was changed. Now, anytime Viktor had enough energy to do the fucking, he's practically on his knees begging for it.
Viktor adds a second digit, curls them and coos at how Jayce's irises disappear to the back of his head. The latter's fingers find purchase on the sheets, back arching off the bed when Viktor finds the spot. Viktor smirks, smug but adoring. "There it is."
Jayce can't do much else but beg, tears threatening to spill. "Pleasepleaseplease oh, Viktor," His large hand wraps around Viktor's wrist, trying to gently get his fucking fingers out of him before he fucking comes, but Viktor persists, stretching him out.
"Close?" Jayce can only nod, feeling like cotton is starting to replace his mush of a brain. Viktor tut-tut-tuts, pulling his fingers out and subsequently earning a whimper from Jayce. "We can't have that, can we? Haven't even been inside you yet."
Jayce cries, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks and Viktor feels bad. Jayce has been so good. He deserves to be fucked stupid, Viktor thinks. "Not to worry, lásko, I'll take care of you."
Jayce lifts his hips to place pillows under, ever the good boy even as he can't form one single coherent thought. Viktor shifts his weight onto his good leg to relieve pressure on the other, kneeling over Jayce's stretched out thigh. He lifts Jayce's other leg for access, his bad leg bent at the knee with foot on the bed beside Jayce's hip. He pours lube onto his cock, spreading it all over his shaft before lining up against Jayce's entrance.
Jayce stretches his neck to watch as Viktor's cock starts to disappear inside him, until he's boneless and can't hold himself up anymore, collapsing into the mattress.
"I'm going to move now, hmm?" He could feel the drag of Viktor's cock inside him until only the head remains before it slams back in, splitting him apart.
And fuck, the angle is fucking delicious. Viktor's hitting his prostate at every thrust and he's fucking dizzy. He can't form words anymore so he's reduced to a moaning mess, the poor thing.
Jayce's noises are music to Viktor's ears. He sounds utterly pornographic, he's seriously considering recording them. Every moan, every whimper, every whine, every sob only fuels his fervor, his cock driving into him mercilessly.
Oh, and the sight of him. One hand busy with his nipples while the other grips at the sheets near his head. His brows stitched together upwards with eyes nearly completely white. His mouth in a perpetual state of 'O', spit dribbling down his chin. Fuck, he's a mess.
"What a handsome boy you are, Jayce." Viktor says, as if he isn't currently fucking the brains out of him. "God, look at you."
Jayce is nonverbal at this point, gone. There's fuzz in his brain and he feels like he's floating. He feels light, airy, not-there. Viktor knows that look, all too familiar with that haze in his eyes, having witnessed it many times before. It's incredibly rewarding, he's honored Jayce trusts him enough.
"Jayce? How do you feel?" Viktor asks, checking in. "Can you give me a color, darling?"
"I'm green." Jayce replies, sounding far away, like his voice is someone else's.
"Good. I've got you." The hand on Jayce's hip moves to his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He told Jayce he'd take care of him, and he intends to do exactly that.
Jayce's chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes fallen shut and jaw slack. His hand looks for Viktor's, intertwining them when he finds it pressed to his hip. "Gonna cum."
Viktor pulls their intertwined hands up to his lips and places a sweet kiss on the back of Jayce's hand. "I know, lásko."
A long, guttural moan erupts from Jayce as he tips off the edge, vision going white as he cums, Viktor fucking and stroking him through it before following suit and spilling inside him. His leg is screaming at him, so he collapses on top of Jayce, breathless.
Viktor catches his breath and remembers Jayce is still in that floaty headspace. He lifts his head to places sweet little kisses on Jayce's sweaty chest, trailing up to his neck, to his jaw, to his cheeks. He pushes back Jayce's sweaty hair from his forehead before kissing there, too.
Jayce blinks, barely registering the sweet hushed whispers of I'm right here, Jayce. I've got you. You're safe. He meets Viktor's eyes, watching them crinkle at the sides as he smiles. "There you are."
"Hi." Viktor gives him a fond look, one that always makes his chest constrict with warmth. Still coming back to earth, he distantly hears Viktor laugh.
"Hello, zlatíčko." He affectionately places a peck on Jayce's nose before he cups his cheek, the latter leaning into his hand instantly, his eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. "How do you feel?"
"Amazing, V. Thank you." He turns his head to place a kiss on Viktor's palm. "Is your leg okay?"
"Eh, nothing a massage and a good warm bath won't fix."
Jayce nods before placing a kiss on Viktor's forehead. "I'll go run one for us."
"That would be lovely, Jayce, thank you."
"Of course." Jayce plants a chaste kiss on his cheek before getting up to the bathroom.
Viktor is the more experienced one out of the two with regards to sex but Jayce is excellent at aftercare. Viktor doesn't know if he's learned it from several other experiences with several other partners or if it's just in his nature to be caring and nurturing and lovely. He thinks it's the latter.
Jayce comes back inside the room, and Viktor can't help but run his eyes up and down his naked form. He looks absolutely glorious. He'd worship his body all day if he could.
"Wait in the bathroom for me while I change the sheets?" Jayce holds Viktor up by the waist, arm wrapped around it as they walk towards the bathroom, supporting him. Jayce helps him sit on the edge of the tub.
"Be quick."
Jayce beams. "Yes, sir." He says, before leaving to clean up the mess they made in the bedroom.
Viktor turns his head to the water to hide his smile. He finds it cute how Jayce is always so eager to please him. He dips his fingers in, testing the temperature and sighs, satisfied. Carefully, he slips into the tub, stretching out his bad leg. His back is against the wall, cold tile where Jayce's chest would be. The temperature of the water is almost scalding, complete with fragrant oils and soap, just how Viktor likes it. Jayce knows him so well. He starts massaging the area around his knee, almost moaning in content.
"Hey," He turns to see Jayce passing through the doorway, towels in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He sets them down atop the sink before making his way to the tub. He quietly settles himself behind Viktor, the latter in between his legs. "Let me."
Viktor nods, feeling Jayce place kisses on his shoulders before his large hands start to massage his thighs and knee area. He melts against Jayce's chest, head tilted back to rest on Jayce's shoulder. He's putting pressure on all the right places, having learned from watching Viktor do it to himself to relieve pain.
"Good?" Jayce whispers and Viktor would laugh if he weren't so relaxed because of course Jayce is still fishing for praise. Viktor hums an affirmative, not bothering with words anymore.
His eyes fall closed, and he distantly registers feeling fingers massaging his scalp, then figures out Jayce is lathering his hair with shampoo. He lets Jayce bathe him, knowing he finds joy in taking care of him.
After making sure Viktor and himself are clean, Jayce runs his hands up and down Viktor's arms, before squeezing to wake him up. "Ready to go?" He asks gently, getting a quiet mhm in return.
He slips out of the bath first before helping Viktor up and out of the tub. He slowly guides him to the chair they keep in the bathroom before getting the towels and handing Viktor the glass of water. He wraps one around his hips first before grabbing another and wrapping it around Viktor's shoulders. The latter mumbles a quiet thank you to which Jayce replies with a kiss on top of his head, before grabbing a smaller towel and using it to dry Viktor's hair.
They stay like this for a bit, in the comfortable silence of their afterglow. Jayce standing behind Viktor, drying his hair, Viktor drying himself up with the towel around his shoulders. Jayce sets the towel in his hands on the sink before he places another kiss on Viktor's hair. The latter looks up at him before pulling him in for a kiss.
Jayce helps Viktor back into the bedroom, supporting him as they make their way to the bed. Viktor's warm from the bath, the fresh sheets smell divine, and Jayce is like a furnace wrapped around him. Viktor could fall asleep any second now.
Jayce settles himself under Viktor's chin, his ear pressed to the other's chest to listen to his steady heartbeat. Strong arms circle Viktor's lithe waist, his large hand spanning the small of his back.
"Thank you for tonight, mi vida." He mutters quietly, the love and adoration in his voice clear as day even as they're both lethargic.
Viktor hums. "It's my pleasure." He presses a kiss on top of Jayce's hair, eyes fluttering shut as sleep starts to take him. "I love you."
Jayce's heart squeezes. It still feels like the first time Viktor said it. "I love you."
Tomorrow, he'd ask why Viktor had to torture him to get to this part. He'd ask why he tied him up, what he did to deserve it and then would ask when they'd do it again.