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“Does it— uh, did you gape open, down here, when I fucked your toy?” Jayce blurted out.
Viktor choked on his own spit. Well. He did just ask Jayce not to be so shy, so he supposed he got what he asked for.
Viktor nodded in response, a nearly imperceptible incline of his chin. His face burned— he must be as pink as the rose in his kitchen, at this point.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Jayce said, like it was a fact and not his very biased opinion. “I want to see that sometime. Or, I want to sit you up in front of a mirror and make you see that.”
- from am i good enough (for you) by fruitly
The room is several degrees warmer than it normally is– a consideration, Viktor presumed–by Jayce while he was setting up the room. When Jayce had first proposed the idea, Viktor had been on board. Quite enthusiastically.
There was the question of execution, of course, with things they had to adjust for, given Viktor’s limitations, and when Jayce posed the question of how he would be able to sit in a comfortable position for long enough, his face had lit up in the same way that it did when he had coaxed Viktor’s fantasies from him the first time they had sex. Viktor had stared at him for all of ten seconds, before sighing and shooing Jayce off to allow him to complete whatever grandiose idea his partner had come up with.
This though, is not what Viktor had envisioned, as Jayce whips the blanket away from the… chair is a slightly too loose term for what this is. There is a seat, padded with leather to allow for easy clean-up, a fact that does not escape Viktor’s notice, nor does the color of the leather. Jayce always did love seeing the Talis red against Viktor’s skin. The back attached is angled to allow for the person sitting to recline, and there are what Viktor can only describe as stirrups protruding from the seat. He understands that, should he sit in it with his legs up, it would indeed place him in a position to allow him to see everything in the mirror.
A genius creation, for all intents and purposes, although the practicality (or lack thereof), is what makes him turn to Jayce and ask, “How do we hide a piece of sex furniture this large?”
Jayce grins, as if anticipating this question, and reaches down to reveal that the padded stirrups fold in and can be hidden underneath, transforming the chair into something more innocuous.
“I suppose it can live in the corner of the bedroom,” Viktor conceded after an incredulous beat where he has to wonder what goes through the other man’s mind sometimes.
“Do you like it?” Jayce asks, almost shyly, as he brings the bars back up.
Viktor thinks that Jayce's bashfulness now is unwarranted, but he smiles up at him anyways. Regardless of how he feels about the chair, he cannot deny the idea of sitting in it and letting Jayce play out his fantasies is not appealing. “We should put it to the test, no?”
The awestruck look that emerges on Jayce's face is familiar to Viktor but never fails to make something in his chest flutter. “Now?”
Instead of a verbal answer, he reaches up to begin unbuttoning his vest. Jayce follows the movement, his eyes darkening the lower Viktor's hands go.
“You'll be the death of me,” he whispers, stepping forward and pulling Viktor in by his lapels to kiss him. There is no gentleness in it, Jayce's tongue filling Viktor's mouth, one thick arm wrapping around a thin waist to bring them closer, a hard bulge pressing against Viktor's stomach.
“Then let us do this together… partner,” Viktor replies slyly, tracing the line of Jayce's trademark jacket.
He is suddenly lifted off his feet, large hands cupping his ass, to be deposited on the chair in front of the mirror. In his impatience, several of Viktor's buttons go pinging across the floor. Viktor cannot bring himself to care, with Jayce's warm hands roaming over his skin, touching every inch of him and setting all of his nerves aflame.
“May I?” Jayce asks, drawing back and dancing his fingers along Viktor's back brace.
“You do not need to ask each time,” Viktor replies lightly, shrugging off his shirt.
“And yet I will continue to,” Jayce bends down to press kisses to Viktor's neck as he undoes the brace. There is a hand on his lower back, supporting him as the back brace falls away. “Lay back, my love. Let me take care of you.”
“But–”
“Seeing you happy makes me happy, V.” Jayce presses on Viktor’s stomach and guides him back. He leans down to kiss Viktor, a soft thing, a promise of his devotion for this lifetime and beyond.
His lips trail down Viktor’s torso, connecting the constellation of moles dotting his skin. Then, he kneels down.
It is a sight that Viktor is still not used to, despite having had Jayce in between his thighs several times. Usually he is too overwhelmed to keep his eyes open, in his defense. This time though, it is not about bringing Viktor to the brink of tears and overstimulation (at least not yet), as Jayce presses a gentle kiss to the still-clothed knee, right below the top ring. “You are ridiculous.” Viktor is sure that he sounds just as besotted, just as ridiculous in his affection, but here in their shared bedroom, he cannot bring himself to care.
“Only for you.” Jayce removes the leg brace, placing it carefully on the floor next to him.
“How the rest of Piltover would seethe with jealousy, knowing that a poor boy from the Undercity has captured the heart of their precious Golden Boy.”
“Then let them seethe.” Confident hands catch Viktor’s ankle and begin to dig into the muscles there. “You’re mine .”
Ah. There is the possessive side of Jayce Talis that he does love to draw out. “I am as much yours as you are mine.” Viktor brings a hand down to his trousers and undoes it. “You are being awfully sentimental, Jayce.”
Jayce smiles up at him, the same who me? expression he wears when he is about to say something truly outrageous and contradictory to everything the Council stands for. “Can I not worship my partner a bit before I take him apart? We have all of the time in the world, V.”
Viktor suppresses a groan as he feels the clench of his lower stomach in anticipation. “You are a menace.”
“Hips up, sweetheart.” Jayce supports Viktor’s hips enough so that he can shimmy both his trousers and underwear off in one motion. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out as soon as Viktor is naked.
The view in the mirror is partially blocked by Jayce’s body, but Viktor can see his face as he reacts to a finger trailing upwards along his folds, a light tease that makes him shiver. His entire body is tense with how vulnerable he feels: him fully nude to Jayce’s clothed form. But he is not afraid, no. Never with Jayce.
“How do you want this?” he asks, as he maneuvers Viktor’s legs into the stirrups. In this position, he is spread open, his entire cunt on display, reflected in the mirror.
He thinks about that first night, of how he could feel the gape of his cunt of Jayce fingering him. Or, more accurately, fingering the toy that brought them together. “I want your fingers first.” He pauses, waiting for Jayce to (predictably) reach out, before continuing with, “On the toy. Like the first night.”
He watches Jayce’s pupils dilate, his golden irises almost going all black. “I’ll be right back.”
Viktor wants to make a crack at Jayce’s lack of preparation but bites the inside of his cheek in a show of what he thinks is admirable restraint. Soon enough, Jayce returns, having taken the time to strip down to his underwear, carrying a familiar tube in his hand. “Took you long enough.” Maybe his restraint isn’t as disciplined as he thought.
Although, he quickly realizes his mistake as Jayce gives him a look and there are fingers being jabbed into his cunt, making Viktor gasp. Two, from the stretch.
“You were saying?” Jayce is relentless, curling his fingers directly into Viktor’s g-spot. “Look at yourself.”
The suddenness of being filled with something had left Viktor’s eyes fluttering shut. But he manages to keep them open enough to look.
Sure enough, his reflection shows a slight gape from the fingers, his swollen folds red with blood being spread by the invisible force. He swallows, entranced at the sight and wonders what his cunt will look like when it’s Jayce’s cock spreading him open. “Do you think you could see my womb when you’re fucking the toy?”
“ Viktor ,” is the choked response. “Fuck, you like the idea of that? You’re soaked, darling.”
“Another,” he demands. He watches in fascination as Jayce complies and his hole is stretched, almost painfully around the third finger. The sight of his cunt being filled though, is far beyond what he could have imagined. He can see his slick leaking out with every movement of Jayce’s hand in the toy, the entrance pulsing where he is being held open.
“Look at how beautiful you are, V. Absolutely gorgeous.” Viktor can see Jayce’s roaming eyes as he pistons his fingers in the toy. “You brilliant, beautiful genius, letting me… fuck .”
He knows the entire purpose of this exercise, of this scene, is for him to see himself. He can’t help but let his eyes drop to the bulge in between Jayce’s legs, his erection straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming at the tip.
Viktor’s entire chest is tight, growing tighter with each curl of Jayce’s fingers, large like the rest of him, against the most sensitive spot in his cunt. The noises of the rough fingering he is currently getting are filthy . “I could… ah , make you a toy too. A replica of your cock.” Fantasies of being fucked by Jayce at the same time as the toy, one in his mouth, one in his cunt flit across his mind. Or maybe one in his cunt and one in his ass- the possibilities are endless.
“ Janna , V. You’re going to make me lose my damn mind. I want to live in between your legs.”
“ Fuck me, already !” Viktor snaps out, his grasp on the Piltoverian he so carefully cultivated slipping.
Jayce does not understand the Zaunite dialect, but he knows Viktor. A sly grin appears on his face. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He pulls his fingers out of the toy, making Viktor yelp and whine at the loss. “Hands on the armrests, that’s it– hold on now.”
A thick head ghosts over his hole, pressing lightly at him. Viktor can see his folds are shiny and wet, parting wide and quivering in anticipation for the main event.
Viktor had wanted to watch Jayce split him open, he really did. But as he is filled, he can’t help his head falling back, his eyes fluttering shut. “ Jayce! ”
He waits for the expected sensation of being filled so thoroughly, for the physical manifestation of the enormity of his feelings for Jayce. It does not come. What does is a gentle, “Eyes open, love.”
With all of the strength he did not realize he possesses, Viktor forces his eyes open, gold meeting gold in the reflection. Jayce is only halfway in, but as soon as he sees Viktor is watching, the only warning given is a, “Good boy,” before he snaps his hips into the toy.
The feeling of Jayce’s dick replacing all of the air in his lungs is familiar. The sight of his pussy being so open is novel. Both of them are captivated by the reflection.
“You’re so open– fuck ,” Jayce curses low under his breath as they both watch and feel Viktor’s walls flutter around him. With how large he is, it is difficult for Viktor to really clench around him. “You like seeing yourself spread open around me? See how I fill you, how you were made for me?”
Viktor has to make sure to control his breathing, lest he stops. Jayce only starts talking dirty like this when he’s close to losing the perfectly cultivated control he has presented to the rest of the world. “You’re… ahhh…” he pants out. “No one needs to be this enormous.”
The challenge works, as Jayce’s eyes flash. “Oh, but you love it. Don’t you?” The hand not holding the toy reaches down to palm at the bulge he has created on Viktor’s lower stomach. Viktor can feel himself contract and a sly grin forms on his lover’s face. “Your body is so honest.”
Somehow, Jayce finds the self-control to slowly pull out, leaving just the tip in the fleshlight. They both watch in fascination as Viktor’s cunt closes up. “Fuck, I want to make you gape from my cock.” The confession comes with a steady slide back in.
As Jayce fully sheathes himself, Viktor manages a strangled whine, his grip tightening on the armrests. “J-Jayce!”
“Look at yourself.”
The order is soft, but commanding, in the way that only Jayce can manage. With no small amount of difficulty, Viktor forces his eyes open to meet his reflected back. He trails his gaze down, past the littering of old love bites decorating his skin, to where Jayce has him open.
He gasps. “Is that–?”
A shallow thrust answers that question. A small pink ring of muscle that winks open from an invisible force pressing against it. His cervix . It hurts, of course it does, but in the face of the proof of how deeply Jayce has carved out a space for himself in Viktor, it is inconsequential. He is speared open, so full that it is a wonder there is any space for his organs.
“Again,” Viktor demands. It’s hard to look away, as Jayce listens (as he always does, he’s always so good for Viktor), thrusting in shallowly. Viktor is transfixed as each thrust brushes against that spot deep within him to make sparks burst along his spine to transform into an ache as Jayce’s cock batters against that second gate.
“Fuck, Viktor. You’re so… nngh… tight. And wet.” Jayce’s hips begin to snap faster into the toy. Viktor can do nothing but hold tighter to the chair, letting his body be jostled up and down, reduced to just a hole for Jayce to use for his pleasure.
Sure enough, Viktor sees his own slick frothing along his walls, leaking out from where he is stretched open onto the red leather of the chair. With a shaky hand, he reaches down to collect some of it on his fingers to hold out to Jayce.
The Man of Progress, Piltover’s Golden Boy, the de facto head of the council, is reduced to nothing but whimpers and moans as he steps forward to taste Viktor off of his own skin, his hips stilling as Viktor gags Jayce with his long fingers, stretching his mouth obscenely around them. He is grateful for the short pause as he murmurs out, “Taste how wet you’ve made me, Jayce. This is all your doing.”
Later, Viktor will wish that he had been looking in the mirror, to see if he could see the way Jayce’s cock swells and twitches within him imprinted on his walls, but in that moment, watching Jayce’s eyes close as he lets out a low moan around Viktor's fingers, his hips stuttering into the fleshlight as he reaches his peak, it is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. He can feel the gush of Jayce's seed filling him, generous even in this regard. Viktor looks back at the mirror, tilting his hips upwards so that he can observe the way he is indelibly marked from the inside, the cum painting his walls.
It is a sight worthy of being immortalized, the proof that Jayce is as much Viktor's as Viktor is Jayce's.
“Shit, Vik… have you…?” His voice is wrecked, his chest heaving up and down from his orgasm, face flushing. He pulls out with a soft groan.
Viktor shakes his head, watching as his cunt begins to contract, trying hard to return to its normal state, and unable to with how stretched he had been around Jayce’s cock. “No, but it is all right. I enjoyed myself.” In retrospect, Viktor should have known that was the wrong thing to say, as the corners of Jayce’s lips turn downwards and his eyes turn concerned.
Even in post-coital bliss, Jayce’s first thought is for Viktor; didn’t that cause something to twinge in his chest. “Hold on, let me–” A loud clang reverberates around their room.
“I would appreciate you not throwing my creations around, Jayce Talis,” Viktor says dryly, watching the metal tube roll away from them. He can’t find the energy to be truly mad, fucked out as he is.
“Sorry.” He does not sound sorry.
Although, Viktor has to admit that as far as apologies go, Jayce kneeling between his open legs to lean in and lick the cum leaking of his cunt off is a decent one. “You don’t– ah, fuck,” he gasps out as Jayce’s tongue licks at the sensitive flesh around his cunt. “T-That’s…” Dirty iswhat Viktor wants to say. But Jayce is diving in with such enthusiasm, corkscrewing in and out of Viktor’s hole, cleaning him out, and how can Viktor ever say anything that Jayce does is dirty?
Jayce’s tongue curls inside of him, pressing against his g-spot and with a few practiced rubs at Viktor’s cock, he finds himself reaching his peak with a cry. He’s left trembling as Jayce comes up to kiss him.
“I can taste the both of us,” Viktor murmurs, half-dazed.
Jayce snickers. “A more efficient clean-up, if you ask me.” Gently, he moves Viktor’s feet off the stirrups, massaging his stiff leg with confident strokes. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Worn out.” The warm touch feels nice as a follow-up to the main event. “Good.”
A pleased smile spreads across Jayce's face. “I'm glad. Can I move you?”
Viktor nods and finds himself lifted into the air, nestled against a broad chest. “I love you,” he mumbles.
“I love you too.” Viktor feels the response more than he hears it, the rumble in Jayce's chest. Regardless, the feeling of safety stays with him as he is whisked off and tucked into bed, a glass of water on the side table, and a warm body tucked in behind him.