(You Are) My Strange Addiction

by lacepirate

Summary:

Jayce is obsessed with cum. So obsessed, one might even say he has an addiction to it.

It doesn’t even really matter whose cum it is, so long as he gets to consume it. But Jayce would be lying to himself if he said that any rando’s cum is as satiating as Viktor’s.

The tricky thing about addictions though, is that once ever enough.

He was doomed from the second he decided he just needed a little taste. Just this once — just to get him by, and then he’d never do it again. Just once fell apart the moment Viktor’s lukewarm cum graced his tongue.

And if regularly drinking your roommate’s cum from his freshly used condom was rock bottom, Jayce would still be down there digging.

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Jayce is a closet cum slut and harbours feelings for Viktor, his roommate and best friend who seems wholly uninterested in reciprocating his pining. He’s content with stealthily consuming Viktor’s sloppy seconds, until he isn’t. Viktor approaches him with a shot glass, half-full of something that looks entirely too familiar, and offers him a chance to satisfy his appetite.

Notes:

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Expand for Content Warnings

- Jayce is obsessed with cum to an unhealthy degree that manifests in him regularly engaging in unprotected oral sex at glory holes, as well as drinking the cum from Viktor’s recently used condoms

- Jayce purposefully lies to Viktor and says that he can’t hear him having sex with his hookups but listens anyway through the wall and gets himself off to the sounds and fantasies of it being him instead

- VERY wet & messy with a focus on cum and saliva, including snowballing

- Both Viktor and Jayce are obsessed with one another in not the strictly healthiest way, bordering on dubious at certain points when speaking to each other about their fantasies that they’ve had of each other including dubious consent fantasies involving them and another unspecified person, free use fantasies, and fantasies of purposeful voyeurism and exhibitionism, as well as dubious things they’ve done such as sneaking into each other’s rooms and using items of theirs when they weren’t aware that it was happening (but they both enthusiastically enjoy every second of it)

- Brief piss and blood mention, but no play or descriptions of play involving piss or blood; it is a question being asked in a hypothetical context

- Everything between Jayce and Viktor is very under-negotiated and under-discussed, but they are emphatically engaged with each other about it and do not care to negotiate clear and direct boundaries between them, and rather find it exciting when they are breached slightly past what is considered strictly normal or healthy

Jayce is obsessed with cum. So obsessed, one might even say he has an addiction to it. 

It doesn’t even really matter whose cum it is, so long as he gets to consume it. But Jayce would be lying to himself if he said that any rando’s cum is as satiating as Viktor’s. 

He still tries though, despite the his feelings to the contrary. 

It started with whenever Viktor would notify Jayce that he was going to be bringing someone home and that they’ll likely be fucking, so Jayce would preemptively leave him the apartment. It made it significantly harder for Jayce to linger with his ear against their shared wall and listen to the way Viktor roughly fucks his hookup so well they’re crying, caught between begging for more or pleading for less, the bed frame thudding against the wall with every harsh thrust. 

He tries to bury his feelings for his roommate as deeply as the anonymous men bury their cocks in his throat week after agonizing week. The bar staff of the establishment he frequents know who Jayce is and precisely what he’s there for by now; paying for and consuming half a pint before spending the next few hours holed up in the last stall in the under-lit men’s washroom, sucking off anyone and everyone who knocks twice against the neighbouring stall wall before hastily shoving their cock through the duct-taped hole for his consideration. 

It serves to just barely satisfy Jayce when they knock twice again in warning — at least, the courteous ones do — before his mouth is filled with bitter release. He usually holds it in his mouth long after they’ve gone flaccid and retreated, rolling it around on his tongue and along his teeth until his entire mouth is coated in a fine layer of it, savouring the uniqueness of each person’s texture and flavour before greedily swallowing down the nameless man’s spend. 

Jayce waits until he hears the bartender’s blaring shout for last call to finish off the last few strokes it take for him to spill into his own palm and then lick himself clean, laving at the webs between his fingers and the folds between his knuckles for any last traces.

By the end of the night, he’s usually consumed more ejaculate than beer. 

He had to start alternating weeks between different dive bars when he feels like he’s getting one too many side-eyes from the bartenders, like they’re more concerned with Jayce’s cum addiction than they are with how many rounds have been consumed by the people who still fish for their car keys upon stumbling to the door. 

When his regularly scheduled visits to various dive bars and back-alley sex shops leave him feeling unsatisfied, with the itch still lingering beneath his skin — after he’s received his promised load, swished it around like mouthwash, and lets it drip off the tip of his tongue, straight down to his engorged cock before using it as a crude lubricant to fuck into his own fist — Jayce figures just listening can’t hurt. 

The first time he made no move to leave after he was notified, Viktor raised a curious brow at him, to which Jayce assured that he’d be wearing his noise cancelling headphones and remaining on his computer, playing games or listening to music. Viktor had shrugged at him, seemingly uncaring for either scenario. He’d done his due diligence by letting him know. Whatever Jayce chose to do with the information he’d been presented was up to him. 

To be fair, Jayce was wearing his headphones. Up until he heard Viktor’s door shut through the distinct lack of music that he never started playing. 

He strategically waited until he could hear the soft moans of Viktor’s partner and the wet sound of their kisses through their paper thin walls before he carefully and quietly set his headphones down on his desk and eased himself onto his bed, carefully avoiding the squeaky springs. 

Jayce didn’t even wait for the rhythmic sounds of skin slapping to start before he pulled his cock out of his sweats, though he did ignore it until they actually started fucking; idly teasing himself by playing with his balls, rolling them in his hand and teasing barely-there touches of his fingertips across his sac and as low as his taint. 

He was aching and profusely dripping a steady pool onto his lower belly by the time Viktor had slid inside of her and began to mercilessly spear her on his cock. He ran three fingers through the gathering of precum threaded through his wiry hairs and stuck them into his mouth to suck on while he stroked himself in time with Viktor’s thrusts, his fist meeting the root every time their skin met with an obscene slap that echoed through the walls of their apartment. 

It had continued like that for some time, with Jayce having trained himself into a silent orgasm, spilling into his cupped palm in time with his roommate’s simultaneous peak. He was always sure to lick away any evidence, just in case Viktor came looking. 

The tricky thing about addictions though, is that once ever enough. 

He was doomed from the second he decided he just needed a little taste. Just this once — just to get him by, and then he’d never do it again. 

He had first spotted it after Viktor had left to walk or otherwise transport his hookup home — ever the gentleman — and Jayce had recovered enough to walk to the kitchen to grab a drink. 

Viktor’s door remained ajar as he passed by, his trash bin not three feet from the door, beside his desk. 

On the edge of the bin, as though lazily thrown from a distance and not corrected, lay Viktor’s used condom. 

Curiously, and before Jayce had the forethought to stop himself, he pushed gently inside the threshold to Viktor’s room and stared intently down at it. 

The reservoir tip of the condom was filled, well past what could be considered the normal amount. Surely more than double the typical volume. Jayce would know — he’d received more than enough samples to reasonably calculate the volume of the average man’s ejaculate. 

Jayce had stared at it in awe for only a moment, before his body was moving of its own volition. 

With shaky hands, he reached out and peeled the sticky material off the side of the bagged bin,  and quickly securing the round, open end to his lips and upending the tip so that Viktor’s copious release falls downward with the aid of gravity and into Jayce’s waiting mouth. 

Just once fell apart the moment Viktor’s lukewarm cum graced his tongue. 

His flavour was unlike anything Jayce had ever tasted before, and probably ever will again. It was so decidedly neutral that Jayce had questioned himself for a moment. Was he actually doing this, or was it all some kind of elaborate and entirely fucked up lucid dream? 

There was the slight tang as expected of the bitter undertones carried throughout, and the slightly salty aftertaste that Jayce had come to know and love, but there was also very subtle streaks of… sweet. Viktor has a sweet tooth, sure, but Jayce didn’t think it was substantial enough to influence the chemical makeup of his semen.

And then there was the volume. Normally, to get enough for an honest-to-god mouthful, Jayce has to first add more of his saliva to the mix, which ends up disappointingly diluting the cum. Viktor’s was enough for a mouthful on its own. It must be about three to five times as much as average. 

When Jayce avariciously swallows it all down, he finally feels satiated. 

It would be a pervert’s match made in heaven, if only Viktor felt the way Jayce did. 

And if regularly drinking your roommate’s cum from his freshly used condom was rock bottom, Jayce would still be down there digging. 

For months, Jayce has continued to sneak into Viktor’s room after he finishes masturbating or fucking himself while listening to him fuck the life out of his newest tryst, finds the condom he used — still full, still lukewarm, still untied — and gluttonously drinks it all down while Viktor is still escorting them out. 

But the last few weeks haven’t been holding him at bay anymore. It’s started to make him grouchy and irritable, accidentally snapping at Viktor when he offers Jayce extra food, or asks him if he has any towels to be thrown in the wash. 

He even goes back to his bar and seedy sex-shop rotation for a few weeks to see if that will curb it enough to make life at least bearable again, but no dice. 

A particularly harsh clang of something falling in the kitchen pulls Jayce from his thoughts. It seems as though Viktor is currently searching through the corner cupboard for something of interest, where all the baking sheets and stray shit they’ve amassed over the years is shoved, continuing to accumulate dust. 

He would consider checking on him if he didn’t feel like he was actively at risk of either yelling at him in Jayce’s own annoyance, or dropping to his knees to beg Viktor for a hit of his fix, straight from the source. But then he’d have to explain what he’s been doing, and rethinks leaving the shrinking sanctity of his own room. 

The other tricky thing about addictions, is that eventually, someone will take notice. Whether it ends up as a confrontation, an intervention, or something else entirely is another consideration all together. 

Following a few more harsh clangs that sound like Viktor trying to shove the bake wear back in place without properly organizing it, is a relatively calm silence. 

For a moment, Jayce thinks that Viktor has gone back into his room, but he would have heard the door closing, or felt the gentle vibrations through the wall. 

Jayce shrugs to himself and goes back to ignoring the video that’s playing on his screen. 

He glances out the window to see that the sun has already set, and he’s been staring at nothing in particular, trying to come up with new ideas on how to satiate himself once more for entirely too many hours, and wasted at least half of the first day of his weekend. 

After an unknown amount of time of being caught between aimless nothing, perverse scheming, and erotic daydreams, Viktor knocks firmly — just once — on his door. 

Jayce automatically presses the spacebar to pause whatever the fuck is playing, and before he can reply, letting him know that it’s safe to come in, Viktor turns the handle of his door and pushes his way in anyway. 

Drawing his brows together in slight confusion — Viktor has always knocked at least twice and waited for a reply before entering Jayce’s room prior to this moment — Jayce notices him carrying something in his hand. It’s small enough that Viktor can cup his hand around it to hold, functionally obscuring whatever it is from his view.

Jayce turns in his chair, facing Viktor and giving the man his undivided attention. 

Viktor stalks closer to him with the item before stopping in front of Jayce, immediately prior to stepping between the spread of his legs, and reaches across in a way that lets Jayce knows his placement is deliberate, setting the item on his desk in front of him. 

Viktor says nothing to him, merely gestures with an open palm toward the item he just set down. 

Jayce turns his head to examine it. 

On the surface of his desk sits a shot glass — one from a mixology set that was gifted to them at some point, that has the lines of measurement printed on the side of it in black ink. Jayce knows it’s the only shot glass that’s in their apartment, since Viktor likes to pour liberally and as needed when they do decide on hard liquor, and he also knows that it was condemned to the corner cupboard until they could decide what to do with it. 

It’s not the glass itself that makes Jayce’s stomach drop through to his feet, but rather the contents. 

Inside is a pearlescent liquid that goes translucent around the edges where it’s being contained by the glass. Jayce can tell the exact viscosity just from looking at it. Thick, but hydrated and copious; slightly bitter tang, salty aftertaste, streaks of sweetness. It measures about halfway between the ten and twenty millilitre markings, maybe slightly over. Between three to five times more than the average man. 

“Wh— What am I… Viktor, what is this?” 

Jayce looks back to Viktor only to find him smirking with a hand placed on his hip, leaning casually onto his cane to hold his weight. 

“I think you know.” 

“I really… um. I really don’t.” He tries to feign nonchalance, placing both hands in his lap casually and shrugging his shoulders, even as he feels a mortified heat begin to lick at his neck and chest.

Viktor scoffs and rolls his eyes, gently shaking his head in what seems an awful lot like disbelief and annoyance. 

“It’s my cum. It’s what you want, right? Go ahead, I want to see you indulge. You certainly had no reservations about doing it prior to now.” 

Jayce doubles down in a last ditch attempt to save what little will surely be left of their relationship after this encounter. 

“V, what are you talking about? Did… did you just cum in a glass to bring it to my room?” 

Viktor rolls his eyes again and reaches around to his back pocket to pull his phone out. He swipes his finger across the screen a few times until he finds what he’s looking for, and tilts it toward Jayce in landscape format. 

Jayce watches as a video plays. It’s of himself, taken from an angle that is surely on the floor or close to it, easing Viktor’s door open and reaching into his bin to extract his most recently used condom and upending the entirety of it in one fell swoop, before throwing it out again and retreating; leaving everything the way it was. 

The worst part is that Jayce doesn’t even know which particular instance this was. It could have been taken months ago, and Viktor could have been harbouring it this whole time, until he could figure out what he wanted to do with the information he’s been given. Or it could have been a mere three days ago, after Viktor’s most recent visitor was escorted out. He has no way of knowing without looking at the metadata to see when the video was taken. 

Jayce stares at the screen still, after the video concludes and stops playing. His first instinct, against the way his heart hammers inside his chest, is to sit still and not make any sudden movements; merely prey caught in the presence of a predator. 

“At first I was concerned,” Viktor starts, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “I thought that maybe they were breaking without me realizing, but I could never find evidence to support it.” 

Jayce stays starkly still and observes Viktor, propping his cane up against the wall and hitching one leg on Jayce’s desk and sitting on the edge. Jayce’s face burns as hot an embers, prickling with sweat; his shirt beginning to cling to his dampening chest and back. 

“And I know it wasn’t simply evaporating. Not with my typical volume, at least. And yet, the question still stood: where was my ejaculate going, not thirty minutes after I came?” 

“V-Viktor, I can expl—” Jayce begins to stammer. 

Viktor holds a hand up to silence him. Jayce stops talking immediately.

“Imagine my surprise when I found my roommate and best friend sneaking into my room to drink my cum out of my used condom. But now I’m curious — is it because it’s my cum, or is it because it’s my cum?” 

Viktor raises an eyebrow at him inquisitively, after a long, uncomfortable beat of silence. 

“I— it’s… both.” Is all that Jayce offers.

Viktor shifts and sighs wistfully, still staring down at Jayce from his elevated position. 

“You know, if you were so desperate, you could have simply asked me for it and I would have happily obliged; let you milk me while I worked, sat so nicely under my desk. Or maybe spoon fed you some whenever I felt like it. But now we have to do this the hard way, don’t we?” 

“I— wait, w-what?”

Without acknowledging Jayce’s question and subsequent confusion, Viktor reaches down and moves the glass closer to him, setting it down with a firm clink against the desktop. 

“Drink up. It’s getting cold.” As if the temperature of Viktor’s cum has any bearing on whether or not Jayce would consume it. “Not that that’s ever stopped you before.” 

“Wait, back up a second—”

“Drink it, and I will tell you everything you want to know. Show me your devotion. Prove to me that this will be worth it, and that I’m not just a conveniently placed subject at the whim of your fetish.”

For a long and pregnant moment, Jayce stares into Viktor’s eyes, trying to see if this is all just some elaborate retaliation; an effort to humiliate or shame him for his actions, or get him to willingly move out so he doesn’t have to see him any longer. 

But that’s the other unfortunate thing about addictions; Jayce isn’t at all sorry for doing it, he’s only sorry he got caught. 

On the other hand, if it isn’t a lie… what exactly does he have to lose? 

When he finds no deception, only what he can deduce to be a deep seated curiosity and anticipation, Jayce reaches for the glass without taking his eyes off of the man in front of him; angled upwards at their current positions. 

Jayce doesn’t break his gaze when he brings the cum-filled shot glass to his lips and upends it the same way he does the condoms. He holds it there for a few moments, due to the viscosity, it takes gravity a few moments longer than he would like to take effect. 

His eyes flutter closed when Viktor’s release hits his tongue once more, coating all his tastebuds with his unique sweetness before greedily gulping the mouthful down like the ambrosia of the gods.

Viktor’s mouth gapes slightly in rapt fascination as he watches Jayce dip his tongue into the glass to lave the inside clean of every last drop. 

Jayce sets the glass back down on his desk and stares up at Viktor expectantly, while his cock begins to steadily fill with arousal under his scrutinizing gaze. 

“I have to wonder where you draw the line, Jayce. What else will you eagerly consume simply because it came from me?”

Jayce does nothing to hide the way he tents his sweatpants, merely grabs himself with a firm hand and strokes his length through the fabric; slowly, tantalizingly squeezing to relieve pressure. 

“Anything, Viktor. Just say the word.”

Viktor’s gaze follows the slow rhythm of Jayce’s hand that continues to work his cock through the rapidly constricting fabric in plain view of the man in front of him. It does absolutely nothing to help paint his innocence — on the contrary, it only serves to further incriminate him; to lay bare his perversion, served up on a silver platter for Viktor’s consideration. 

Jayce knows what kind of man he is; he knew long ago when he first started fantasizing about Viktor threading a hand through his hair and force-feeding him the cock of whatever lucky fuck happened to be in the right place at the right time to be able to stick himself through the hole in the stall separating them and receive Jayce’s warm, wet mouth in reward. 

He knew when he started imagining Viktor bringing him to the seedy little motel on the edge of the highway notorious for their hourly rates and paper-thin insulation, so that he could fuck the piss out of Jayce while listening to someone else on the other side doing the same; with the knowledge that they’d all get off that much harder because of it. 

He knew when he started dreaming about Viktor approaching him at any point in the day within their apartment, prying Jayce’s jaw open with his thumb, regardless of what he had been doing immediately prior, and shoving his cock between his lips to fuck his face like he was merely a fleshlight for him to abuse whenever he saw fit. 

It’s about time Viktor knew too. 

Viktor reaches a hand out to grab Jayce’s face, poised under his jaw and wrenching him forwards and up, dragging Jayce towards him, instead of lowering himself to Jayce’s level. 

Jayce breathes heavily through his nose and begins to stroke himself faster through his sweats. 

“Sweat? Tears? Saliva? Piss? Blood? How deep does your perversion run, Jayce? How much do you think you can handle?” 

“I’ll handle whatever the fuck you want me to handle.”

Viktor smirks darkly at him and hums amusedly. “Good answer.” 

Viktor uses the leverage on his jaw to pry it open with his thumb on the hinge, and Jayce eagerly opens his mouth in anticipation. 

Jayce sticks his tongue out, no better than a begging mutt when he sees Viktor pursing his lips in preparation. 

He abandons all pretence and unashamedly pulls his cock out of his pants, slotting the waistband of his sweats and underwear underneath his balls. 

Jayce strokes himself quickly and crudely; the glide of his palm aided by his liberal leakage of precum, while Viktor lets a globule of his saliva drip from his lips down onto Jayce’s waiting tongue. 

His saliva is just as sweet and satiating as his cum; a balm that subtly eases the inferno that burns within his core. 

Jayce groans heavily and swallows. 

“Viktor, I can’t, I’m gonna— oh fuck—”

Viktor laughs demeaningly at his desperation, letting go of his face and picking up the now empty shot glass on his desk and holds it out on offer towards him. 

The sting of humiliation does nothing to slow the onset of his orgasm.

“Don’t waste a drop.” Viktor warns. 

Jayce hastily grabs the proffered glass and aims his cock down and away from his body, cupping it around his glans. 

Viktor’s hand threads its way through Jayce’s hair and forces him with harsh grip to meet his gaze. 

Jayce moans brokenly, his breaths hitched and unsteady, pinned under Viktor’s unerring scrutiny as he orgasms, ejaculating directly into the shot glass that held Viktor’s cum not five minutes ago. 

“Say thank you, Jayce.” Viktor says, tightening his grip in his hair and shaking his head in warning. 

“Thank you, fuck — thank you, Viktor.” He pants harshly.

Viktor smirks again, and proceeds to commandeer the glass from his hand, holding it up so that it’s level with his eye, examining the contents.

It’s nowhere near as much volume as Viktor’s, only about halfway to the ten millilitre marking. Which is nothing to scoff at really, but by comparison seems diminutive. 

Jayce watches in awe as Viktor brings the glass to his lips and tilts it up, gently coaxing it into his mouth. He laves at the inside much in the same way Jayce had, ensuring there’s nothing left behind. 

He places it back on the desk and regards Jayce once more, licking his lips gluttonously, chasing any and all vestiges of Jayce’s cum. 

“Does that answer your questions?” Viktor teases, beginning to stroke his own cock through the leg of his pants, trapped against his thigh. 

Jayce nods, entranced. “Mostly.”

“Get on the bed.” He orders firmly. 

Jayce doesn’t even attempt to argue, simply transfers himself the short distance from his chair to his bed, his cock still freely exposed and on its way to becoming fully erect again, despite his refractory period. 

He lays himself on his bed on top of his comforter, with his head rested against his pillow, watching Viktor stalk closer to him. 

Jayce raptly observes as Viktor approaches the edge of his bed and stops to remove his brace,  followed shortly by his t-shirt, and finally his pants and underwear, thrown off in one fell swoop. 

His cock bobs free, and Viktor reaches a hand down to work himself with a loose and lazy fist. Jayce’s mouth begins to water as he watches the way he repeatedly sheathes and exposes his head with his foreskin, becoming increasingly wetter as beads of precum leak continuously from the tip. 

Jayce has never so badly before wanted a man’s cock inside of him in any way imaginable. 

Profuse and whorish whines leak from Jayce’s vocal chords as Viktor climbs his way onto his body, coming to rest his weight on the tops of Jayce’s thighs. 

“Quiet, pup. You’ll get what you want soon enough.” Viktor chastises. 

Viktor manages to get him out of his top with minimal prompting; Jayce’s hands falling instinctively to rest on his hips as Viktor begins to roll his hips forward, slotting their cocks together and wrapping a lithe hand around both of them. 

Jayce shudders out an exhale and curls his toes into the bedspread.

“You have no idea the amount of perverse thoughts I have about you, Jayce.” Viktor starts, not looking up from the way fascinating way Jayce leaks enough to lubricate them both. “Why do you think I brought so many people home? You never stopped to think that maybe I wanted you to hear?”

“I did.” Jayce confesses, before he can stop himself. 

“Did you?” Viktor asks inquisitively, unerring in his slow torment. 

He stares up at Viktor with wide, watery eyes and nods, lip drawn between his teeth in restraint.

“Even after you assured me you weren’t listening?” Viktor says, more amused than anything. 

“My need to listen to you fuck your hookups and fantasize that it was me outweighed my distaste for lying to you.” 

“Any means to justify your end, hm?” 

“How can I complain when it got me here?” Jayce punctuates his words with a sloppy thrust up into Viktor’s fist, now drenched with their combined fluids. “Tell me what you thought about, Viktor, please.” 

“You’re not really in any position to be making the demands here, Jayce.”

Viktor abandons his grip on himself in favour of wrapping his hand around Jayce, bringing his other palm to cover the head of his cock and teasingly rubbing his glans with the flat of his hand; his precum easily aiding the glide of skin against skin. 

Jayce gasps and bucks up involuntarily, tightening the grip on Viktor’s hips enough to bruise. 

“Please, Viktor — I’ll do anything you want.” He begs through broken moans. 

Viktor hums in consideration. “I was going to make you do that anyway.” 

“Fuck,” Jayce gasps. 

Viktor releases his hold on Jayce and holds his palm in front of him in examination; shifting his hand this way and that to see the way his prerelease glistens in the light with the varying angles. 

He brings his hand closer to his face and licks a long, flat stripe up the centre and then goes back to lave the rest clean. He doesn’t stop until his palm no longer shines with Jayce’s precum, but rather Viktor’s saliva. 

Jayce’s cock twitches against Viktor’s, and he whines pathetically at the sight; he swears he can feel Viktor’s bones creak under the weight of his grip. He doesn’t ease off. 

Before Jayce even realizes what it is that he’s trying to accomplish, he reaches out and snatches Viktor’s hand from his own grip and starts to ferally lap at his hand, chasing any and all traces of his mouth. 

Viktor takes advantage of the position, and continues to push his fingers into Jayce’s mouth, petting over his tongue until he reaches the back of his throat and keeps pushing. 

Jayce’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, gripping at Viktor’s wrist as he finger fucks his throat, coaxing obscenely wet, hollow squelches from his mouth. Jayce’s saliva liberally pours out of the corners of his mouth and down the front of his throat as Viktor abuses his body’s physiological reflex.

“I would think about you when I fucked them. Thought about barebacking some of them, so I could drag you in by your hair to watch me cum, and then let you suck my seed back out of their cunts.”

Viktor pulls his fingers out just to see the way they remain connected to Jayce’s gaping mouth through the copious strings of saliva. Jayce keens and has to resist the urge to pull his hand back into his throat. 

“Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I think about sneaking into your room and getting myself off while watching you sleep; wondering how much it would take for you to hear me.” 

Viktor splays and expands his fingers as he speaks, entranced with the way Jayce’s saliva remains connected to each knuckle like spiderwebs. 

Jayce says nothing verbal to convey his feelings to Viktor on the matter, but figures the way his cock jumps and his hips buck desperately against him is talk enough. 

Viktor returns to fondling his mouth, with his middle and ring finger slotted inside until they’re touching Jayce’s esophagus once more. 

“When you’re in the shower, I think about standing outside with my ear pressed to the door so I can listen to you wash yourself.” 

Viktor leans up so that he can hover directly over top of Jayce’s face and pulls downward with his fingers, slackening his jaw, and spits into his mouth again; bypassing his tongue entirely and directly into the back of Jayce’s throat. 

Jayce groans wetly, the sound loud and unrestrained from his gaping maw.

“And sometimes, when I’m brushing my teeth, I think about using your toothbrush instead; knowing it’s had the privilege of being inside of you.” 

Jayce begins to beg again, despite the fingers in his mouth hindering his ability to speak coherently. Viktor seemingly takes pity on him and remorsefully removes his fingers from Jayce’s throat. 

“Viktor, I need you. I don’t fucking care how; fuck me, use me, tear me to pieces — I don’t give a shit, just let me have you.” Jayce pants hoarsely, using his grip on Viktor’s waist to selfishly rock him back and forth and provide his cock with some much needed attention. 

Jayce watches as Viktor smirks and reaches behind himself with his saliva-coated hand to prod at himself with his slicked fingers. 

Viktor sighs contentedly, tilting his head toward the ceiling and letting his eyes flutter closed. 

Jayce takes the opportunity to quickly pull himself upright and latches onto Viktor’s neck with tongue and teeth nearly violent enough to break skin; painting his devotion into his flesh in hues of purples and blues. 

Viktor’s free hand finds the back of Jayce’s head and threads roughly through the strands and guides him where he wants Jayce to be. His breaths hitch under the combined onslaught of Jayce’s roaming mouth and his own fingers, working sloppily into his hole. 

“You’ve had me since the first moment I saw you, Jayce. Wholly and entirely.” 

Viktor eases him away with a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the bed. 

He removes his other hand from behind him and bypasses Jayce’s head to slot itself under his pillow, to where Jayce keeps his twenty-four ounce bottle of lube wedged between the mattress and his headboard, concealed from the cover of his pillow.

“H-how did you know where…?”

Viktor chuckles darkly at him. 

“It seems I have a confession of my own to make.”

He returns with a palm full of lubricant, not bothering to let it warm to his body before liberally slathering it across Jayce’s cock. 

Jayce hisses at the temperature and bucks up into his wet fist before looking at Viktor expectantly. Viktor regards him with a look of combined pity, intrigue, and hunger.

“Sometimes when you’re at work, I come into your room.” 

Jayce’s breath hitches as he raptly listens to Viktor’s confessional as he simultaneously lifts himself to his knees and holds his cock steady with one hand, barely dipping the tip past his rim; purposefully teasing him. It takes all of the restraint in Jayce’s soul not to thrust wildly into his heat. 

“I lay in your bed to smell you on your pillows,” 

Jayce whines and Viktor sighs when the bulbous head of his cock pops past the ring of muscle and is engulfed by Viktor’s insides. 

“I pick pieces of your dirty laundry from your basket to inhale your musk,” 

Jayce ravenously grips at his waist, panting like a rabid dog as Viktor seats himself in Jayce’s lap, fully sheathed in the searing grip of his insides. 

“I use your lube to jerk off with them pressed to my face, and your toys to fuck myself open, wishing it was your cock, or your fist, or your tongue instead.” 

Viktor wiggles to make sure he’s properly seated, and Jayce throws his head back against his pillow — the pillow that Viktor has laid on — in an effort to stave off the impending peak that his admission has invited. 

Viktor chuckles at him and begins to rock himself back and forth in Jayce’s lap, letting one hand thread through his hairs once more and the other coaxing his mouth open again with his thumb slotted against Jayce’s lower lip. 

He extends his tongue past his lips, hovering directly over Jayce, and conjuring saliva to let it drip directly downward into Jayce’s eager mouth. 

Jayce fervidly accepts the gift and begs for more through hoarse and broken whines. 

Surging forward, Viktor melds their mouths together, chasing his own aftertaste from the back of Jayce’s throat. 

Their first kiss is abjectly violent; the purest form of devotion and obsession, and a corrupt manifestation of tenderness and adoration. Viktor’s kiss — his possessive hold, his searing heat, his demanding breath — threatens to hollow Jayce’s insides, making way for himself amongst the viscera and claiming Jayce’s body for his own, so that he can’t be consumed, controlled, or owned by anyone else ever again. 

It’s teeth and tongues and spit wrapped inside infatuated blasphemy that runs down the length of Jayce’s spine until it meets the festering burn of the sharply barbed lust that lives, breathing and beating, between his thighs. 

Viktor kisses him until Jayce is lightheaded and dizzy, gulping desperate breaths from his nose and hastily around the sloppy seal of their mouths.  

Jayce whines when Viktor separates them to abandon his hold on him, in favour or gripping Jayce’s headboard with both hands and leveraging himself up his shaft and dropping himself back down forcefully; their bodies meeting with an obscene, wet clap of skin against skin. 

He continues to hold Viktor’s hips, hanging on for dear life as Viktor rides him, using Jayce like a life-sized doll with which to extract his own pleasure. 

“You should be proud of yourself, Jayce. I don’t let just anyone fuck me. And certainly not raw.”

“A-am I…” Jayce tentatively starts.

“The first?” Viktor finishes.

Jayce draws his bottom lip between his teeth and timidly nods up at Viktor with wide, wet eyes.

“To fuck me? No. To come inside me? Yes, you will be.” 

A full bodied shudder rockets through Jayce at Viktor’s admission. The realization that he’ll be the first person to mark the man’s insides as his own — like a dog ferally marking its territory — is enough to nearly push him over the edge again.

Jayce will be the first, and he’ll sure as hell do anything necessary to make sure he’s the only. 

Jayce moves to adjust his hold on Viktor as the man rolls his hips, grinding his cock against the wiry hairs on his lower belly for stimulation. He plants his feet flat against the mattress and uses the leverage to roughly spear Viktor down onto his cock, only to lift him back up and repeat the process. 

Viktor throws his head back and moans into the open air as Jayce recklessly and carnally fucks up into his hole. He meets Jayce’s enthusiasm in equal measure, matching his rhythm and harshly spearing himself down as Jayce thrusts up. Every time their hips meet, a loud and undeniably pornographic slap rings through the air, followed immediately by Jayce’s combined whines of desperation and grunts of exertion, paired with Viktor’s whorish, wanton moans. 

“That’s it, Jayce.” Viktor praises, a predatory grin overtaking his features. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Jayce leans up to capture Viktor’s left nipple between his lips, sucking a reddened, purpling ring into his skin harshly as he wails. His rhythm falters when Viktor’s hole clenches as tight as a vice around his cock as Jayce begins to roll his nipple in between his teeth. 

Viktor’s hand finds Jayce’s hair again, alternating between tugging meanly at the root enough to make Jayce’s eyes water, and cradling his head as he suckles and bites and licks at the sensitive nubs on his chest.

All too soon, Jayce feels his inevitable release creeping up on him; his core begins to tense, and his testes drawing up intimately closer to his body in preparation. 

“V-Viktor, I c-can’t hold on, I’m gonna cum — I wanna cum inside you, please.” 

Viktor gasps once at his next particularly harsh thrust, and forcefully guides him by the grip on his hair to latch back on to his nipple. Jayce gleefully returns to his former position and resumes his abuse of Viktor’s skin. 

“Cum for me, Jayce. Make me yours and I’ll make you mine — inside and out.” 

Jayce whines, bucking up into Viktor’s heat one final time before spilling, biting down hard enough on Viktor’s puffy, abused nipple to make him cry out, echoing across their apartment.

Viktor seats himself fully again, as he waits for Jayce to ride out the aftershocks, his cock still twitching and spurting pitifully inside him, as he etches his claim on Viktor’s insides with his spend. 

Jayce loudly keens when Viktor detaches himself from him with a vulgar, wet pop as his cock slips out of him in the process of him rising to his knees. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Jayce. You have a mess to clean up first. Best not let perfectly good cum go to waste, hm?” 

Jayce heaves from exertion as Viktor spins himself around and shuffles closer, up the length of his body on his knees until he hovers over top of his head. 

Eagerly, Jayce wraps his arms around the inside of Viktor’s thighs, wrapping his hands around his hips and splaying across his lower back, and tugging him down with the aid of gravity until Viktor is comfortably seated on Jayce’s face. 

Before Jayce can begin his assault on Viktor’s sloppy, messy hole, Viktor reaches around with one hand and prods at his rim with two fingers, hooking them inside and pulling upward, toward himself. It provides Jayce with an intimate view of his gaping opening through which his own release begins to leak back out. 

Jayce opens his mouth, dictating the direction with his tongue that greedily extends past his lips to catch a globule of his own cum, kept warm by the temperature of of Viktor’s insides, that drips out when Viktor bears down to extricate it faster. 

Above him, Viktor moans openly as Jayce laves at him with his tongue, cleaning all traces of himself from his hole, swallowing it all down and avariciously going back for more, just to chase Viktor’s intoxicating flavour; attempting to embed it into his tastebuds so he never has to go without. 

Viktor’s sac lewdly slaps his chin as he quickly works himself with a loose fist while Jayce gluttonously feasts.

Jayce is nearly drunk on it by the time Viktor lifts himself off of his tongue and rights his position once more. 

He keens at first, but quickly halts when he sees Viktor approaching him again, this time feeding the head of his cock past plush, puffy lips by the reprised grip on his hair. 

Viktor gives him no notice; no preamble, no warm up, no teasing — simply fucks into his mouth and past his waiting tongue into the tight vice of his convulsing throat, as Jayce fights against his gag reflex in lieu of a warning. 

He gags wetly, saliva spilling past his lips once more and yet again soaking down his chin and his throat, frothing every time the friction of Viktor’s thrusts cause his balls to slap loudly against his face. 

Viktor groans lustily, white-knuckling the headboard with his free hand; breath hitching as he continues to harshly fuck into Jayce’s mouth. 

“Your mouth is a sin, Jayce. One for which I plan to make you thoroughly repent for withholding from me.” He grunts between thrusts. 

Reflexive tears blur Jayce’s vision as he worships the man above him with watery gaze. He groans as best as he can in acknowledgement with Viktor’s sizable cock continuing its assault into his throat. 

Viktor pins his head to the pillow below him by his threaded grip on his hair and fucks his face the way Jayce has always fantasized; merely a toy at the man’s mercy, a doll for whatever treatment he sees fit. 

“How many, Jayce?” 

Jayce looks up at him as best he can, Viktor’s smirk diminutive; knowing full well that he’s unable to answer as he continues to plunge into his throat. 

He squeezes gently with his loose grip on the backs of Viktor’s thighs to acknowledge his question in lieu of words. 

“How many men had the privilege of experiencing your eager mouth before me? Dozens? Hundreds?” 

Jayce squeezes in confirmation at the latter. Truth be told, he doesn’t know the actual number. He has no idea how many of them were repeat customers and how many were new visitors. The only thing he cared about was how quickly he was able to get them off to satisfy his fix. 

“For your sanity, I hope that you know the number.” Viktor groans, his rhythm beginning to falter. “Every moment that you spent with their cocks in your mouth or their cum on your tongue will be spent threefold between my legs in penance.”

Whatever number the reality actually is, Jayce now wishes it was higher. Considers lying again, even, so he can perpetually spend his days living between Viktor’s thighs in complete and utter devotion; remorseful that he ever thought he could go without. 

Jayce slides his lazy grip up from the backs of his thighs to palm Viktor’s ass, forcefully pressing him closer on his next thrust in and holding; his throat spasming and reflexively gagging around his length, saliva reactively pouring from the scant space between their skin in droves. 

Viktor cries out above him, his cock jumping wildly in its hold. Jayce’s eyes roll back into his head, and he can feel his spent cock valiantly attempting to fill again. 

Jayce obediently keeps his teeth tucked and his tongue flattened when Viktor pulls nearly out of his mouth, until just the head of his cock remains between his lips. 

He laves at the sensitive fleshy underside of his glans with his tongue while Viktor’s grip on his hair tightens, working the rest of his cock quickly with a slick fist. 

Enthralled, Jayce watches as Viktor’s brows scrunch together, partly in concentration and partly in bliss. His core muscles seize and his heaving breaths momentarily halt as his orgasm hits him; peering down at Jayce with his cockhead perched between his lips as though committing it to memory. 

The first spurt of cum that hits Jayce’s tongue is like none he’s tasted before. Not even like Viktor’s that he’s tasted before. 

Behind the specific sweetness he’s come to expect, is the searing warmth of fresh, plentiful ejaculate; in an instant, Jayce knows he’s never going to be able to go without ever again. He half wonders how he did in the first place.

The difference is night and day; a week-old bag of bread that’s been sitting neglected on the countertop, and a fresh loaf, home baked pulled straight from the oven. It’s rich, thick, and flavourful in a way so heady and addictive in a way he can barely begin to describe; the only pleading thought in his mind, repeating ad nauseam is more, more, please more.

Jayce moans wantonly as the second and third ropes are granted, painting the inside of his mouth, as he begins to swirl it around with his tongue, coating his teeth, cheeks, and gums in his intoxicating essence. 

Still spurting, Viktor hastily pulls out of his mouth and continues to stroke himself until two more pearlescent strands land on his face, and then further with an additional three painting his bare upper chest before one last trickling release following shortly after. 

Jayce is forced to keep his eyes closed, mouth partly gaped and letting Viktor’s release marinate on his tongue; gathering what little he can from the drops that melt down his face and onto his lips. 

Jayce has never before been so grateful for the sheer volume of ejaculate, so that he might enjoy a hearty amount in his mouth with enough left to spare for the rest of him. 

Viktor stays still for a moment longer to catch his breath, until he feels his burning presence get closer, lowering himself to his chest and beginning to clean away his own release by gathering it on his tongue, licking wetly up Jayce’s chest and over his throat.

“Open.” Viktor orders, partially garbled. 

Jayce’s jaw drops open the moment the command leaves his mouth. 

Viktor spits the gathered cum into Jayce’s waiting mouth and then quickly dives back for the rest; his tongue licking fat, salivated stripes up his cheeks and as high as his forehead, stopping every mouthful to spit it onto Jayce’s tongue. 

“Don’t swallow yet.” He instructs firmly, after the final mouthful. 


Jayce nods slowly in affirmation, and Viktor takes the opportunity to descend on him; feasting on his mouth like a man starved, so desperate that Jayce would think it worshipful if it weren’t so blasphemous. 

Viktor entwines their tongues, plunging into the pooling of his own cum and saliva and coaxing some out for himself before backing off and spitting it back into Jayce’s mouth. 

Jayce whines in mourning when some of it manages to slip out the edges of his lips and cascade down his cheeks. Viktor chases them with his tongue and is quick to put them back in their rightful place once more. 

Viktor gently closes his mouth with a hand on his jaw, and covers the entirety of his mouth with his palm. 

“Swallow.” 

It takes Jayce two full gulps to swallow the entirety of it, despite his experience. 

“What do you say, Jayce?” Viktor prompts, licking his lips as he stares down at Jayce’s trembling, heaving body below him. 

“Thank you,” Jayce breathes. “Thank you, Viktor.” 

“For?” Viktor inquires, his brow pitched high on his forehead. 

“Using me like I wanted — like I deserved to be used by you.”

Viktor smiles warmly at him, settling down onto Jayce’s thighs once more and humming contentedly, satisfied with his answer. 

He leans in close, down until their foreheads are touching, adhered to each other by a thin sheen of sweat. 

“Good answer,” He chuckles. “I hope you realize you won’t be ridding of me so easily now. I meant every word of what I said.” 

Jayce pushes forward slightly, exaggerating the pressure between them as Viktor refuses to relent. He stares into Viktor’s eyes and finds nothing truth amidst a burning obsession, skilfully measured and contained to prevent its boiling over. 

“I wasn’t lying, Viktor. Say the word.”

Viktor regards him with an enigmatic look on his face that Jayce has yet to parse. After a moment of staring, the corner of his lips pulls up into a wicked grin. 

“Where have you been all my life?” Viktor breathes, leaning forward and gently teasing Jayce with a gentle brush of his lips. 

“Right here, listening to you fuck your dates and wishing it was me.”

Viktor laughs, the vibrations shaking Jayce’s hands where they remain perched on his hips. 

“No more. Only you.” Viktor sighs into his mouth. 

“Only us.” Jayce affirms, falling headlong into the soft, possessive grasp of his lips.

In the months previous, Viktor’s stale cum alone may have been enough to satiate him, but laying here, in Viktor’s arms — chest and face tacky with traces of his leftover seed, skin dewy with the sweat of exertion, the threat and the promise of his mutual devotion and obsession branded unto his soul — is the first time Jayce has finally felt fulfilled.

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