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Viktor has never been afraid of the dark. He’s never been scared of the monsters that lurk in closets, in shadowed corners, or underneath bed frames. He had enough to worry about growing up that whatever was lurking from beyond the light was simply brushed off his shoulders, not given the power to entice fear.
This is still true today. In fact, as an adult he’s grown to find the darkness fairly comforting. It wraps around him like a blanket, caresses him like a lover, feeds his soul like a nocturne.
But of course, Jayce Talis, the one man on the planet who constantly flips the script to keep him on his toes, is getting his heart racing just a bit right now.
A short while earlier, thick fabric had been wrapped around his head, covering his eyes and rendering him blind. Fine, Viktor can take that. It’s just his vision.
Well, it was just his vision, until Jayce had put his arms above his head and used the softest material Viktor has ever felt to cinch his wrists to the bedframe.
Okay, so no touch either. Viktor can deal.
Then, Jayce had tucked the cutest little ball gag in-between his lips, taking away his ability to taste anything other than mild silicone. So essentially, he tastes nothing but his own saliva as it curls around the object between his teeth. With his tongue rendered impotent, the gag also leaves him unable to speak aloud, which isn’t usually an issue for him, but with his other senses taken away, this does cause a small flutter of anxiousness to beat in his chest.
For the final piece— when Jayce had put the noise cancelling headphones over his ears— Viktor would be lying if he said he didn’t gasp wetly around the gag.
He can’t see. He can’t touch. He can’t taste. He can’t speak. He can’t hear.
The only sense he still has is his smell, but he’s always had a weak nose, so it doesn’t give him much to work with. All he can sense is faint whiffs of Jayce’s favorite cologne, but the scent doesn’t linger enough to focus on.
And the bastard that he is, Jayce just lets him stew in it. The silence. The darkness.
Viktor lies there, atop their mattress, completely at the mercy of his husband’s whims. He hears his own breathing in his head, he hears how shaky each inhale gets the longer he waits. He’s not sure exactly what it is he waits for, because Jayce just asked that he trust him. Which, of course he does, he always will, but the fact that Jayce has so easily stripped him of his senses still puts Viktor on edge.
He supposes it’s a natural human reaction, though, the increased heart rate, the heavy breaths, the sweaty palms. Being alone in your head is not an evolutionary advantage, nothing good has come from animals in the wild being blind, deaf or unable to hunt or run.
So he lets it happen. That’s all he can do, really. He lets the darkness and the silence soak into his being, into his soul. He lets the adrenaline bleed throughout his system, he lets himself anticipate.
Yet when something touches the top of his ankle, light, thin and almost weightless, he can’t help but flinch. It tickles his skin, running excruciatingly slowly up the ridge of his foot, then back down, curling underneath his toes and along his arch.
Viktor has never been a ticklish man, but the deprivation of his other senses has heightened the sensation in his nerve endings, so he curls his toes and tries to fight off the urge to kick whatever it is away.
Soon, whatever it is, a feather? A flower? Traces up along the front of his shin. Viktor trembles as it slowly drags up to the top of his thigh, and with a snarky smirk underneath the gag, Viktor lets his legs fall open. He needs to show Jayce that this is nothing. He’s barely affected. So he silently says yes, this is okay, keep going.
But whatever is touching him skips right past the heat of where he wants it the most when it skirts along his inner thigh. He rocks his hips into the sensation, so attuned to the exact, precise location it is on his body because, well, that's literally all he can feel right now. It is the only thing he can focus on, and he wouldn’t be able to turn his mind away even if he tried.
Viktor is just going to call it a feather. It feels like one of those large plumes that lie atop fancy hats, or showgirls. Now, where Jayce got one? No clue, but he can’t complain.
The feather, in its gentle exploration, follows the lines of his hips. It traces along Viktor's sides, running excruciatingly slowly along the curve of each and every one of his ribs, which move underneath his skin at a quickened pace. When it reaches his armpit, Viktor sighs heavily through his nose, hearing the echo of it within his head.
Jayce then curls the feather back down his body, between his breasts, over his naval, then mirrors his previous action along the other side of his body.
Viktor’s skin feels ignited with sensation. He has to bite back a scoff at himself, already so worked up by a feather. He supposes that he will have to tell Jayce after this that sure, he was right, he’s never been so hyper focused on what he was feeling before. As he leans into the faint touch, he shivers from the sensations. He almost feels guilty for not fully appreciating every single one of Jayce’s touches— his caresses— in the past as much as he is being forced to feel this right now. Viktor thinks he would give anything to be able to have Jayce’s hands on his body.
This time, when the feather traces down the center of his chest, it circles back up underneath a breast, and the very tip of it, Viktor assumes, traces slow, teasing circles around one of his nipples. Viktor feels the sensitivity in his body skyrocket, feels his nipple harden underneath the touch and has to release a hot breath around the gag at the pleasure that shoots down his body and lands heavily in his spine.
But Jayce has never been one to go easy on him. So it’s the last thing Viktor expects when he feels the bed shift slightly underneath him and a hot, slick tongue drags up his cunt.
“Mmmph!”
Viktor gasps and cries out around the gag, shocked at the unbelievable bliss that rackets through his body from the single lick to his heat. His hips thrust upwards, chasing that feeling, but he doesn’t get it again. Not right away.
He is left only to feel the feather circle around his other nipple, forcefully dragging him back to that sensation when all he wants is more attention between his thighs.
He focuses on calming himself down, levels his breathing, forces his hips to still, because until he can settle, he knows Jayce will not give him what he wants.
And he was right. When his mind is focused completely on the sensation of his other nipple hardening underneath the feather once more, that's when Jayce licks another strong, slow stripe up his cunt, lapping the slick of his arousal and dragging it through his folds before he circles his tongue around the head of his engorged, twitching cock.
Oh, fuck. Viktor keens. “Mmm—” His mind locks onto the heat that combusts within his abdomen. This feels too good, I’m not gonna last.
Viktor’s mind runs a million miles an hour as the feather is abandoned and Jayce sucks his cock into his mouth; between his soft, plush lips, underneath his solid, wet tongue. Viktor’s legs spread as much as they can on the mattress. He even raises his knees to allow Jayce the most room to do whatever the fuck he wants to Viktor’s cunt.
His eyes, unseeing and closed, roll into the back of his skull at a particularly hard suck around his cock. In his quickly overheating mind, Viktor almost doesn’t catch the feeling of fingertips tracing down the inside of his thigh, teasing at his puffy lips and the edges of his slit.
Almost.
Viktor cries out and tongues roughly around the gag, this time fighting the restraints around his wrists. He wants to feel Jayce’s soft hair between his fingers, pull his head down until his mouth makes a seal around the entirety of his cunt, until he can grind his pleasures away onto the man’s tongue.
Viktor is so wet that he can feel the dripping slick between his asscheeks, along his fluttering asshole and down onto the sheets below. He’s not surprised by this, Jayce has worked him up to a sensitive fucking mess.
He’s so wet, in fact, that when Jayce slides two fingers inside of him with no prep, it doesn’t hurt. It feels nothing short of euphoric, in fact, his large digits pushing deep inside of him as he licks along his throbbing cunt. Viktor whines helplessly, at the mercy of Jayce’s rough fingering. Fuck, everything is heightened right now, the pressure inside of his abdomen quickly builds to that perfect tipping point. Viktor knows for a fact that he is going to come soon. When he does, it’s going to be fast, hard, and all over Jayce’s face.
Jayce can feel it, he knows he can. The way Viktor is clenching around his fingers, moving his hips, panting around the gag. Jayce knows.
And he doesn’t relent. He only pistons his fingers harder in and out of Viktor’s cunt, quickly adding a third and dragging a muffled scream from Viktor’s lungs. He sucks along his cock, running his tongue underneath the head as he slams Viktor’s cervix.
When Viktor feels the cup inside of him start to spill, he doesn’t fight it. He lets it happen.
He comes with a sloppy gasp, his body locking up around Jayce’s fingers and his legs held high in the air. He doesn’t see it of course, but when that heat in his bladder ignites, he feels himself gush onto Jayce’s face and into his open mouth, each rough press of Jayce’s fingers inside of him pushing more and more liquid from his body. Viktor’s mind goes completely blank, his vision sparking flashes of white in his blindness, his head craning back into the pillows.
All he hears in his head is his own broken, shattering moans, his own heavy pants, his whimpers as Jayce doesn’t let up. The heat in his center simmers bright and nearly painful in his abdomen, and it’s not until he’s on the verge of a second, extremely desperate orgasm that Jayce suddenly rips his fingers out of Viktor’s body and pulls his face away from his cunt.
Viktor, overstimulated but begging for that release once more, whimpers pathetically at the loss. He whines, ruts his hips up into nothing, and fights against his restraints.
He is left alone in his head once again, the aftershocks of his orgasm and the denial ricocheting throughout his body. Viktor’s muscles twitch, his lungs gasp, his jaw clenches around the gag still in his mouth.
And the most frustrating part? All he can do is wait.
So he lets his body collapse back onto the mattress, boneless. He cries out, hoping Jayce is still there to hear the fuck you he throws at him in his head.
But nothing happens. He’s left to simmer, his body trembling from the anticipation of not knowing what's next.
It could be minutes, it could be hours, but it isn’t until Viktor has completely withdrawn back into his head that Jayce makes his next move.
Viktor jumps at the touch on his hip. It’s firm, grasping the flesh and holding it down to the mattress. Viktor smiles around the gag, rocking his hips up into the grip. He’s sure if he could hear Jayce right now, he would be calling him a spoiled brat.
But hey, he is fucking helpless right now, so he should be allowed a little attitude.
It’s not like Jayce isn’t about to fuck it out of him.
The thought flushes hot down to his core, and his cunt clenches around nothing. He’s not sure if Jayce sees it, but when his other hand wraps underneath his left knee, Viktor supposes that may be the case. Jayce pulls his leg up until it rests on his shoulder, and now he really feels exposed.
A hand on his hip, Jayce’s strong trapezius muscle underneath his calf, which means Jayce’s cock is probably right—
Oh, God. Right there.
The hot, bulbous head of Jayce’s cock presses directly against Viktor’s slit, pushing inside with just enough pressure that the tip is sucked into Viktor’s heat.
But he doesn’t go any deeper. To Viktor’s frustration, Jayce only slides the head in and out of Viktor’s cunt, teasing him with that first gasping feeling of being filled.
“Mmmmph, mmng!” He attempts to speak while writhing his hips, but with how wound up he is, Viktor doesn’t even know what he was trying to say. He’s sure if he could hear, Jayce would be laughing from how well he teases and how he is using Viktor’s deprivation in such torturous ways.
After a few minutes of his continued frustration building, Viktor is about to scream around the gag when Jayce finally, finally, does what he’s been worthlessly begging for.
He slides his cock into the hot sheath of Viktor’s body in one forceful thrust, each inch stretching him open and causing Viktor to curl in on himself as much as he can. He gasps— heated and wet around the gag in his mouth— and his eyes shoot open, looking in the direction of where he knows Jayce is, but seeing absolutely nothing.
His eyebrows curl up on his forehead, and he collapses back onto the pillows again after a few seconds of initial pleasure.
The only thing, the absolute singularity that is able to come forward in his mind right now is just how full he feels from Jayce’s cock impaling him. The head, stilled and waiting inside of his body, presses directly against his cervix, the walls of his cunt clenching around Jayce’s girth. It throbs and twitches inside of Viktor’s body from the sensitivity he must be feeling himself.
Viktor feels his mind slipping. As Jayce slowly drags his cock out of his body before pressing back in, Viktor can only release a slow groan that echoes throughout his head. His thoughts begin to still, his eyes fall closed underneath the blindfold, his body takes complete control over the synapses that fire within his brain and down throughout the nerves under his skin.
And he lets it happen. He doesn’t fight it. He takes the pleasure that Jayce is so willingly offering him, sending a silent, devoted thank you to each thrust, each press of Jayce’s hips against his ass, each gentle squeeze of his massive hand on his hip.
Viktor’s head lolls to the side, drool spilling out the corner of his lips from around the gag and soaking the pillow beneath his cheek. His body feels weightless as Jayce rocks against just the right spot inside of him, his pleasure a slow building tightness within his stomach. Each push of Jayce’s hips pulls a defeated grunt from Viktor’s muffled mouth, until the noise that echoes in Viktor’s mind is a constant, steady hum of his euphoria.
Jayce doesn’t fuck him hard, he doesn’t fuck him fast, he doesn’t fuck him rough.
But he fucks him perfectly.
Viktor feels every individual molecule inside his body contract. He feels each slickened drag of Jayce’s cock against the heated muscles of his cunt, he feels the delicate pressure that Jayce fills him with begin to topple over, until he is weightlessly standing on the ledge of his orgasm again.
He breathes in and out through his nose one last time, and lets himself fall.
This one isn’t the screaming, shattering orgasm that rocked him before. This one is sweet, slow, and careful. This one washes throughout his body with a gentle whisper. It touches along each and every individual nerve ending, alighting them like candles; the fire a low, vibrant and steady warmth that fully takes him under until he is nothing more than a glowing ripple inside of his own consciousness.
As his orgasm sings through his system, Viktor barely registers the feeling of Jayce’s hips stuttering, his grip tightening on his hip, but he feels the way the cock inside of him throbs and spills. His cunt clenches around Jayce, the muscles contracting to absorb every drop, milking Jayce of each wave of his own orgasm until his hips still, his cock pressed to the deepest parts inside of Viktor.
Viktor floats through his head as his breathing evens out in his lungs. His quiet moans continue to flutter in his chest, echoing within his mind, the last sparks of his pleasure waning and fading into the inky blackness of his senses.
But Viktor is not alone.
Jayce pulls himself out of Viktor and gently caresses his skin. Viktor vaguely follows the soft, slow movement of his palms up the length of his forearms, until Jayce unties the restraints around Viktor’s wrists. Jayce then cradles his hands and moves them towards his own chest.
Viktor can feel the sweat gathered in the soft hair in between his pecs. He can feel the thrumming heartbeat underneath his sternum. Viktor slowly slides his fingers up Jayce’s neck as he swallows and continues towards his jaw. His thumb presses down gently onto Jayce’s bottom lip. Underneath the touch, Jayce smiles.
Next, Jayce undoes the clasp of the gag behind Viktor’s head, then carefully pulls it from between his lips. Viktor lets his tongue lift to the roof of his mouth, running the tip of it over his teeth as he tastes the heat of the air, the tang of their sweat.
When Jayce softly presses his lips against Viktor’s, he can’t help the gentle moan that emerges from his throat. They kiss languidly for a moment; slow, easy, until Viktor traces his tongue along the seam of Jayce’s lips and he opens up, allowing Viktor to indulge in the flavor of his warm mouth. He runs his tongue along Jayce’s, wordlessly thanking him for being able to re-experience what it’s like to savor a kiss.
Jayce pulls away, and Viktor feels the shifting of the headphones over his ears until suddenly, he can hear again. The world filters back into his head with a sharp clarity. He listens to the sudden, slightly overwhelming rush of the air conditioning as it blows over their rapidly cooling bodies, the frantic hum of the world outside their bedroom window, the gentle sound of the sheets rustling as Jayce leans into Viktor’s space again.
But most of all, the only thing that Viktor focuses his re-gifted hearing on, the thing that scatters goosebumps along the skin of his neck and arms, is Jayce’s pleasant voice whispering into the shell of his ear.
“Did my angel miss me?”
Viktor lets the breath leave his lungs as his jaw drops open, turning his face towards his husband’s so that he can nuzzle his cheek into Jayce’s soft beard. Viktor’s heart thrums in his chest, feeling like he’s hearing Jayce’s voice for the first time again. Meanwhile, Jayce continues his gentle praising in Viktor’s ear.
“So good for me, so perfect, weren’t you baby?”
Viktor can only nod his head, control of his voice still not quite back in his grasp.
Jayce kisses the spot underneath his ear, tracing his lips along Viktor’s jawline until he is hovering mere centimeters above Viktor’s lips. The only reason Viktor knows this is because he can feel Jayce’s breath gently caressing along the cool skin of his kiss-swollen mouth.
Leaning forward, Viktor takes the initiative and kisses Jayce firmly, simply wanting to bask in the glory that is Jayce Talis for a moment longer before he is completely coaxed back into his own control.
And Jayce indulges him. Viktor feels a hand slide up his jaw as they kiss, fingertips trailing underneath the fabric of his blindfold until it is pushed up his face and over his head.
But Viktor doesn’t open his eyes. He kisses Jayce some more, tracing his lips along his heated cheekbones, his strong nose, over the gentle curve of his eyelids that flutter underneath Viktor’s quiet chuckle.
He presses his lips to Jayce’s forehead, holding his lips there for a moment longer than usual. He takes a deep, stabilizing breath before he relaxes back onto the pillows. He can feel Jayce's eyes tracing along his features, burning in anticipation for him.
Then, Viktor opens his eyes.
Jayce, as beautiful as ever, looks at him with such pure adoration that Viktor has to fight the urge to slam his eyes shut again lest he not cry.
If a tear or two slips out, Jayce doesn’t comment on it.
His hair is mussed, as if he ran his hands through it several times. His skin is flushed and glistening from a light layer of sweat, and Viktor watches as a single droplet glides down his temple.
Viktor watches as the small smile that was previously on his lips grows to the brightest, fullest and most gorgeous smile he thinks he has ever seen before on the man. His teeth shine in the low light of the room, his lips plump and kiss-bruised, his cheeks high and happy.
“There’s my beautiful boy.” He speaks, soft and elated.
Viktor feels tears burn the back of his eyes, which startles him a bit, but he blinks them away as he lets his brain find his body again. Jayce cups his palm onto Viktor’s cheek, tracing his thumb over the mole underneath his eye.
“What do you say we run you a bath, hm?” Jayce’s question has a pleading undertone. It’s deliberate, as if the aftercare he wishes to give Viktor is his own form of tender self-love. Viktor supposes that probably is the case, so he’s not about to deny him.
Viktor still can’t bring himself to speak just yet, so he only nods his head.
And Jayce smiles, again, full and beautiful. Without another word, Viktor watches as Jayce crawls off the side of the bed and slides his arms underneath Viktor, picking him up bridal style before carrying him to their large master bathroom.
When they sought out this apartment, one of the main reasons Viktor agreed to it was because of the massive, deep claw-foot bathtub that sits underneath the window. His baths are precious to him, okay?
Jayce carefully sets him down onto the toilet, and Viktor watches with a partial haze still clouding his mind as he fills the tub with hot water and sprinkles in some of Viktor’s favorite bath salts and oils. The smell hits him near instantly and his body is overwhelmed with such a deep sense of calm that Jayce has to tap his knee in order to keep him from dozing off.
When the bathtub is filled, Jayce once again picks Viktor up, this time gently lowering him into the heated water. It feels wonderful. Viktor releases a breathy moan at the enveloping sensation; the heat wrapping so comforting around his body and easing his trembling muscles. Jayce presses him forward just slightly in the tub before Viktor hears the careful splashing of him stepping into the water behind him.
Then, Viktor is pulled back into Jayce’s chest in-between his legs. He settles comfortably and when Jayce begins to wash along his skin above the water, Viktor has the fleeting thought of wishing he were a cat only so he could purr against Jayce’s heart. As Viktor looks around, he realizes then that Jayce has lit candles all throughout their bathroom, and there are rose petals floating in the water around them.
Viktor smiles as he takes one between his fingers, feeling the velvety texture.
Jayce leans in and places a sweet kiss onto Viktor's nape. “Tilt your head back for me, baby.”
As if Viktor would ever disobey. Jayce cups water in his palms and proceeds to wet Viktor’s hair, running his fingers along Viktor’s scalp and massaging his neck. Viktor hums in content, closing his eyes as Jayce lathers him, rinses his hair and washes the rest of his skin underneath the water. Viktor squirms slightly and sighs when Jayce gently presses his fingers into Viktor’s cunt, cleaning the come from inside his body.
He gets a chuckle in response as he nearly falls asleep, jerking slightly in Jayce’s grasp. Jayce is used to Viktor’s quiet behavior after scenes, so his amusement isn’t a surprise to him.
“Come on, my love. Let's get some food in you before we crawl back into bed.”
Viktor pouts, opening his eyes and glaring over his shoulder at the person denying him sleep. Jayce laughs fully then, the movement of Jayce’s stomach bouncing him slightly in the warm water. Viktor smiles back at the contagiousness of the sound as Jayce stands and helps him out of the tub.
They dry off quickly, and Jayce quietly tells Viktor to go sit down on the couch in the living room.
Viktor walks carefully, the heat of the water easing his pain enough for him to travel across the apartment and make it to the couch without his cane. After a few minutes, Jayce joins with a bottle of Viktor’s favorite lotion and a small plate of his favorite bedtime snack— chocolate covered raspberries.
Viktor reaches for the fruit, not realizing how hungry he is, but Jayce pulls the plate away and clicks his teeth. Viktor blanches at Jayce, who only laughs as he sets the plate down onto the coffee table and reaches for Viktor’s ankles, pulling them into his lap.
He tries to stay annoyed, but when Jayce rubs a cool, lotioned hand up one of his shins, that thought disintegrates with his exhale. Jayce’s hands work their magic along his legs, and Viktor can only watch in awe as Jayce does everything in his power to care for Viktor.
Their scene wasn’t rough, by any means, but he supposes it was fairly intense. His body still hums with the last dregs of his euphoria, so he will accept Jayce’s love in whatever form it comes. Besides, this is just as important for Jayce as it is for Viktor, he’s mentioned many times after scenes that if he doesn’t do the absolute most to love on Viktor, he feels like he fails.
After Jayce suffered through dom drop the first time, Viktor promised himself he would never let that happen again. The sight broke his heart, and so whatever Jayce needs, he gets. No questions asked.
“Viktor? Are you with me?” He hears Jayce’s voice, and opens his eyes, not realizing he had shut them again.
Viktor nods with a soft smile on his lips.
“Sit up for me, please?”
He does, easily.
Jayce then pulls the plate back in between them, and lifts one of the chocolate covered raspberries to Viktor’s mouth.
Viktor looks up at Jayce, who has a slight blush pinkening his cheeks. He’s never actually hand fed Viktor before.
With a small chuckle, Viktor opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out in invitation. Jayce goes red, but softly places the raspberry onto Viktor’s tongue. Viktor takes it into his mouth and bites down, the flavor of the berry and chocolate exploding in his mouth and sweetening his tongue. He moans, quiet.
Jayce watches his lips.
With his own mouth parted in a slight daze of arousal, Jayce continues feeding Viktor the raspberries, not a word shed between them. After probably a dozen or so, Viktor feels the sweet tang of the berry’s juice drip out of the corner of his mouth. Before he can get a chance to swipe his tongue out and lick it up, Jayce curls his fingers around the nape of Viktor’s neck and pulls him into a heated, heart-pounding kiss. It lasts several seconds, their tongues tangling in the tart interior of Viktor’s mouth before Jayce pulls himself away, only to lick a stripe up Viktor’s chin, cleaning the raspberry juice from his face.
When they part fully, Viktor finally speaks for the first time.
“You are insatiable, Jayce.”
The red flush on Jayce’s face creeps down his neck at the gentle tease. He rolls his eyes, but smiles before popping the last raspberry on the plate into his own mouth. Viktor scoffs, mock offended, then falls into a breathy laugh, Jayce soon following behind with his own chuckle. Jayce yawns once their laughter settles. “I think it’s time for bed.”
Viktor only nods, rubbing a hand down his face at the realization of just how exhausted he is, so he follows Jayce to the bedroom. After Jayce strips himself bare, they crawl underneath the covers together.
When Jayce lifts his arm in the air, Viktor takes his cue to fold into the freed space. He curls himself around Jayce’s side, lying his head down on his soft, warm chest.
Viktor closes his eyes, his body falling into the comfort of their shared moment. He feels Jayce run the back of his fingers over Viktor’s cheek, and Viktor hums on an exhale of contentment. The low light of the room reflects off of their rings, snug on the finger of their left hands.
“Thank you, Jayce.”
Jayce hums, tilting his head and pressing his lips against the soft, damp hair atop Viktor’s head.
“What for, baby?” He whispers.
Viktor smiles and nuzzles further into Jayce’s chest.
“For always making me feel safe. Loved. Cared for, even in pleasure. It means more than I can say.”
Jayce smiles, humming in agreement. He doesn’t need to respond, Viktor knows the words you’re welcome are constantly on the tip of his tongue, in his touch, in everything he does.
His eyes fall closed. His mind drifts away, and the last thing he hears before sleep eases him unconscious is Jayce’s heartbeat, beating strong underneath him.
