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Dull.
The first thing that registers to him is that his senses are dulled. The air around him feels tight, compressed in a sense, he feels something is around him, just not sure of what. The second thing he feels is an odd tingling feeling spreading throughout his body, he feels it deep within his bones, as if his very self is being overwritten.
The third thing is the murmurs of the dead calling his name, as if to lure him out of a deep dream.
He jolts awake, gasping for air.
He opens his eyes, taking in his surroundings, he registers that he is in the lab and currently trapped in a silicone like substance. His first thought is that he needs to get out and figure out what is going on with his body and mind. The struggle is brief, he escapes his goopy prison with a thud on the floor, falling to his knees.
The body he now inhabits is heavy, heavier than he’s ever felt, yet lighter in some areas more than others. He feels slimmer and fuller at the same time, a walking contradiction. He grabs the first object that comes to mind, an aid he’s had for life, yet he does not feel the usual pain that accompanies it. At that moment, he spots him.
Jayce.
Jayce who is slumped over the lab desk, their lab desk, covered in bandages. Despite his disoriented state, Viktor seeks out the comfort in the man he’s yearned for what feels like forever. “Jayce?” His voice is soft, cautious, as if tip toeing over the words. Yet, it is enough to stir the man at the desk, he instantly wakes up at the sound of his partner’s voice, he whirls around to face the source of the voice.
“Viktor? My god…” Jayce pants out, voice full of awe for the man in front of him. Viktor looks at himself, thoughts full of confusion as he examines himself. He follows the purple, clay like tendons that appear to be now be his skin, he looks at his hands, tracing the lines that are etched into his skin.
And then he sees them.
“What am I…?”
“You’re alive…you’re alive!” Jayce, not seeing or quite frankly not caring what Viktor has become jumps up from the chair and tightly embraces him. The impact knocks the air out of his lungs, he clutches his crutch (now a mutated staff) tighter. They’re chest to chest, Jayce’s chest slightly brushing against Viktor’s, which was far more sensitive than it should be. Every gentle touch sending small sparks of pleasure throughout his changed body.
Suddenly, Jayce detaches from him with a manic look in his eye, a worried expression is etched into his features. “Oh um, you must be cold!” He quickly retrieves a blanket from a nearby chair, Viktor assumes he must’ve been sleeping in the lab. He also wonders why Jayce hasn’t commented about his new appendages and lack of his usual ones. Jayce drapes the long blue blanket over his naked form, eyes never leaving Viktor’s unchanged face, he slightly frowns when he doesn’t see Viktor’s amber eyes but rather iridescent ones looking back.
“The hexcore?” Viktor asks, looking up at Jayce through his wet hair, goop residue still clinging to some strands. He clutches the blanket tighter, trying to hide his chest area, surprised he still hasn’t noticed.
Jayce shakes his head, taking a step back to reach for Viktor’s notes. “No…don’t you see? It helped you, saved you!” His manic ramblings continue, unaware of the sin he’s committed. “I looked over your notes and-”
“Jayce..” Viktor tries to cut him off, Jayce continues.
“Your leg showed promise, if we can work with you as a reference the we can-”
“Jayce.” His voice grows stern as he is talked over, clearly Jayce isn’t well, obviously he’s physically injured, but it appears Viktor dying in the council chamber scared him mentally.
“Maybe we can help other people!-”
“Jayce!” He raises his voice, a slight metallic sound rings with it, Jayce’s jaw snaps shut with a slight click. Wide eyes but silent, half way through rummaging through the scattered notes across the table. “Thank you. Now whatever you did, whatever the hexcore did, I believe it changed me…fundemently.”
Jayce stares at him with a questioning expression, as if to say ‘well yea’, he looks him up and down, examining him. “Well, I mean, there are some changes but you’re still you-” Viktor looks at him with an incredulous expression, clearly anything he says won’t get through to him, so he’ll just show him.
“Jayce, please.” Viktor pleads. Jayce’s expression softens when he hears the sorrow in Viktor’s voice, finally settling down. He grabs the nearby chair and slowly sits down. He holds onto the top of his knees, clutching tightly, a grounding measure. He inhales, then exhales before answering. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Talk to me.”
Clearly Jayce isn’t sorry for whatever he’s done to Viktor, if he could, Viktor would look at the camera as if he were in a sitcom. But, he’ll chew Jayce out later, for now he needs to find out what happened to him. He curls in on himself, sighing before slowly releasing his grip on the blanket. “Just,” he inhales, embarrassed about what he’s going to show his crush and lab partner of seven years, “Just look.” He drops the blanket with a soft thud, deafeningly loud in the quiet room.
Immediately, Jayce’s eyes widened. He’s captivated by what stands before him.
When Viktor first awoke, he was so full of adrenaline that he didn’t fully see what Viktor had become, but now he’s able to take everything in.
He starts at Viktor’s feet and follows his gaze upward. His legs are similar to how he was before the bombing, but his waist is slimmer with slight curves. Jayce feels a slight flush creep up his neck. To put it bluntly, his dick is gone, replaced with a smooth mound that’s akin to a ken doll. His mouth feels dry, but he continues his ogling.
He takes a little longer look at the metal adorning his upper waist, the metal is intricate and deep in a sense. It resembles Viktor’s back brace, Jayce can only imagine that his brace was merged with him when he was brought back. Jayce feels a pang of guilt, but it quickly vanishes the second he dares to look up at his friend.
On his chest rests two plump breasts. About a d cup if Jayce were to guess. His nipples are perked and a slight gold color, similar to the golden brace underneath. Jayce chokes on his spit and nearly falls out of his chair. He definitely didn’t have those before! Jayce thinks to himself, coughing and catching his breath.
Viktor wears an uncomfortable expression, he crosses his left arm over his (now soft and round) chest, right hand still clutching his crutch. He curls in on himself, he doesn’t even feel like himself, Jayce’s reaction doesn’t help in the slightest.
“Holy crap.” Jayce speaks first, his voice is rough, sore from the coughing fit. Viktor stares at him, brows furrowing.
“You’re telling me.” He answers, a monotone inflection laced with irritation. Jayce puts his head in his hands, running a hand down his face, a self soothing habit. He sits up, an awkward expression on his face, “So…what do you wanna do..?”
Viktor’s expression drops, since he’s been brought back, it’s as though a thin blanket has been shouldered over his emotions. But, at this moment, all Viktor feels is irritation. “Well I don’t know, Jayce.” He says with a huff. “I can’t go out like this!” Jayce is slumped forward on the chair, face scrunched up like a kicked dog, until his expression sharpens and hardens, sitting up straighter and pointing.
“Hey, your eyes changed color! When you got upset they got redder.” He drops his hand, crossing his legs and putting a hand on his chin, Viktor stands there, confused.
“What?” He looks around the room, as if the barren lab could provide answers for Jayce’s abrupt topic change. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Jayce tries to keep a neutral expression, however his amusement seeps through as an idea worms into his head. “Well, it’s just,” he pauses, trying to phrase it right, “We don’t know anything about your new body. Especially your new…” He freezes, Viktor shoots him a deadpanned expression, an annoyed twitch tugs at the corner of his mouth, Jayce continues. “...Appendages?”
“For Janna’s sake, just say what they are-”
“Fine! Boobs! You have boobs, Vik!” He says exasperated, slumping back in his chair. “I don’t even know how that would happen.” Running his hand through his hair, Jayce thinks back to Viktor’s notes about his experiments with the hexcore. Nothing in there mentioned he would turn into a clownfish, Viktor narrows his eyes, slightly turning away.
“You did this Jayce. You did this to me.” He hears the chair scrape against the floor, some notes scattering to the ground. Viktor turns to see Jayce standing, a hurt expression on his face. Wide, slightly angry eyes meet his, demanding that he listen to him.
“What was I supposed to do? My best friend was dying in my arms, died in my arms.” He starts pacing slightly, each word being punctuated by a hand through his hair or dragging down his face. “I just…I couldn’t lose you, Viktor. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
Jayce has always been open with his emotions, seemingly the more emotional out of the two, but Viktor is certainly not a stone faced robot, he’d rather keep his emotional moments to himself. But, he’s always been emotional, which, if he were himself right now, he’d be crying.
But, now he’s changed , he knows this when no matter how sad he feels, no tears dare to drip out, like his tear ducts became a dam rather than a canal. There is a long, charged pause between the two, considering Jayce’s confession. Viktor has to consider that Jayce did this not in his right mind, full of panic, adrenaline, and desperation to keep him alive. And despite the obvious disregard for human life, he doesn’t hurt or ache like he did before. He’s not exactly comfortable in his new form, the new weight on his chest is less than welcomed, but he prefers whatever this is to dying of a disease that was going to kill him before he turned 40.
Maybe, in due time, he can forgive Jayce.
Suddenly, Jayce throws out his hands, swaying them as he finally speaks, voice tight with restraint. “Look, this isn’t productive,” He sighs, calming himself down before he continues, “I was thinking, because we don’t know anything, what if we studied you for a bit? Took notes?” Viktor considers it for a moment, well we are scientists he thinks , despite his simmering feelings, it is the logical decision. He nods, agreeing to be studied for the time being. “Alright, do you want to stay here or go to your house?”
Viktor looks to the side, averting his eyes. “Here. I can’t go out like this.”
“Not unless we find a bra.” Jayce tries to crack a joke but it falls flat. He’d rather not joke about how his form was changed on a metaphysical level, he then comes to yet another startling realization.
“Would my clothes even fit me anymore?” He makes eye contact with Jayce, whose eyebrows are up to his hairline, eyes wide as dinnerplates. He thinks for a minute before holding up a finger, stopping Viktor for a second. Jayce makes his way over to the closet they have next to their desk, as he rummages through, he pulls out some of Viktor’s spare clothes, hands it to him. “Maybe this can be our first test.” Jayce says with hopeful glint in his voice, hoping maybe with this small action, they can go back to how it was.
He takes the clothes and heads toward the small couch they have in the back of the lab, a gift from Mel, he hopes she’s alright. He could’ve just changed in front of Jayce, but he’s always had a thing for changing in front of people, which makes him feel uneasy. Jayce gets the hint and turns away, he examines the clothes that were brought for him, a simple dark button up and dark slacks. Not his full uniform but enough to cover him up, enough to stay modest.
Or he would be modestly dressed if it weren’t for the massive calcium cannons on his chest.
His pants fit fine, slightly tighter than usual but wearable, his shirt on the other hand. Frankly, he looks like a pin up, shirt barely containing the mounds of flesh (?) that are threatening to pop out at any moment. The fabric is stretched thin across his chest, nipples on full display trying to escape their confines.
He accepts his fate and steps from behind the couch. He spots Jayce scribbling away at their desk, he assumes that Jayce is starting a research log, a research log about him. The thought stirs something warm in his gut. He clears his throat, warranting Jayce’s attention.
Jayce swivels around, breath hitching as he sees that his best friend looks like a porn star. Just as he goes to speak, the universe laughs at him as a button flies off his shirt and hits the floor. Jayce stares in awe, as if one of his deepest fantasies has come to life, because in a way, it has. Viktor lets out a frustrated sigh, drooping in defeat. “Shirt doesn’t fit.”
Jayce continues to stare, flush creeping up his neck, his mouth felt dry, all Viktor felt was annoyed. “Screw this,” he carefully tears off the shirt, dumping it to the floor as he plops down on the couch. “You will deal with me being topless.” He says while keeping his pants on, Jayce just nods dumbly, like he was in a trance.
He snaps out of said trance and stalks over to the couch, flush still visible as he asks. “I’m guessing we should start with the obvious.” Viktor groans as an answer, he lays over the couch, arms draped over the frame, man spreading like he owns the place, putting his newly formed breasts on display.
Jayce starts with the questions, “Alright. Firstly, how do your new appendages feel in general?” Viktor stares at him with an offended expression.
“Janna Jayce…” He says while pinching the bridge of his nose. He was starting to feel tired about this incessant back and forth. Jayce throws up his hands in a defensive manner.
“I have to keep it professional, V! This is proper research.” He goes back to the clipboard in his hand, pen itching to write. “Now, answer my question.”
Viktor rolls his eyes, slight blush seeping into his features while he answers, “Heavy.”
He hears Jayce swallow as he writes, “Anything else?”
Viktor realizes how flustered Jayce is getting over this seemingly ‘professional’ examination. He’s always known that Jayce is a boobs guy, he’s seen the pin ups in Jayce’s room, so he decides he’s going to have some fun. Viktor is going to tease him, so he answers while looking up at Jayce through his lashes, “Sensitive.”
Jayce’s pen stops abruptly, pen going still as the rest of him freezes. Jayce’s brain catches up to him and starts asking another question, trying to maintain composure. “Are…are they always hard?” Viktor barks out a laugh.
“That’s not very professional, Jayce.” He cracks a smile, looking away for a second. Good thing he still has his humor, nonetheless he answers, “I suppose. They haven’t, eh, gone down since I awoke.” Jayce stiffly writes down his answers, they move onto more mundane questions.
They’ve switched positions slightly, Viktor growing tired after all the questions and the irreversible changes to his body and mind, maybe even becoming a sin to humanity itself. So they’re on a small break, Jayce slumped forward over the desk furiously writing down their findings, Viktor watches from afar as he lays down like a persian cat.
He laments about his current form as he stares down, two spheres staring back at him. He thinks back to a few hours ago, on how sensitive his chest was, he was never this sensitive, aroused or otherwise.
I wonder… He thinks to himself, right hand wandering towards his right mound.
The first touch to his chest is tentative, timid even, a small stroke atop of it. Not direct stimulation, however the light pressure makes his shoulders twitch and breath hitch. Even that light, almost miniscule touch did something , so he does it again, and again.
He continues to stroke his right breast ideally, breathing speeding up as his left hand joins. He isn’t quite fondling yet, rather exploring how his shiny new chest makes him feel. Jayce is still nose deep in his notes, unaware of the debauchery that is right behind him.
Despite the dullness he felt earlier, with how he’s feeling now, everything feels heightened. His body feels hot, sparks of pleasure shooting through him as he speeds up his strokes. But, it isn’t enough, he needs more.
He weighs his options, either he gets the pleasure he seeks and embarrass himself in front of Jayce, or stop now and keep their relationship from changing more than it already has. Normally Viktor would choose the latter, however due to his exploration earlier, he’s so worked up that if he doesn’t get the much needed stimulation he feels like he’s going to die…again.
He counts his losses in his head, he figures that their relationship is already irreversibly changed as Jayce literally performed necromancy on him. With that final thought, he throws caution to the wind and makes his move.
Frantically, he raises his hands to cup his tits and squeezes them. Even with his unusually long fingers, his hands can’t fully encompass his bust. That delirious thought paired with the sudden stimulation makes his back arch and involuntarily lets out a loud low moan.
Obviously Jayce hears this and whips around while sitting on Viktor’s stool. “Viktor! Are you alright-” His panicked expression quickly melts into one of shock as he takes in the image that lays on the couch. Viktor figures he must be quite the sight, spread out on the couch, hands gripping large almost obscene breasts, eyes swirling with various colors,and flushed with an almost pained expression. Jayce’s mouth hangs slightly open, “What?” he croaks out.
Viktor looks away briefly, shame mixing in with the pleasure and arousal that plagues his psyche. “I, eh, got curious?” He looks up at Jayce as his fingers twitch, adding light pressure that, yet again, makes him arch his back and lets out a cutoff groan. When he falls back down onto the couch, his breasts make a slight bouncy movement, Jayce’s eye tracks every single movement.
Viktor should be shying away from Jayce’s scrutiny, but in truth, it turns him on even more, frankly anything could turn him on right now. Jayce rolls over closer to where Viktor lays, pulling notes along with him, eyes roaming over his notes. “Wait, I-I thought you said your senses were dulled?” He flips through the various notes they’ve taken over the course of their study, finally finding what he was looking for, “Yeah, you said your body’s senses feel dull along with your emotions. So why…?”
“Jayce. I have no idea why or how it happened but I’ve never been this aroused in my life. ” He lets out a laugh, again clutching his chest as he throws his head back against the couch. “And if I feel this great thanks to these? Maybe me dying wasn’t so bad after all.”
Jayce both looks flushed and concerned at the same time, “That’s quite a turn a round,” he taps his pen against the clipboard, thinking. “I guess arousal is a bodily function. S-so just…continue?” Viktor stares at him for a moment, brain leaking out of his ears.
“You want me to play with my chest, while you watch?” Viktor’s voice takes on a playful tone, eyebrow raising at the absurdity at Jayce’s request.
“No no no! That’s not what I-” Jayce splutters out.
“I didn’t take you for such a pervert, Jayce.”
“It’s for science!” He catches his breath, resting the clipboard against his temple, “Just…continue what you were doing, please.” He murmurs out.
Viktor snickers, “And what should I do?” He teases. Jayce looks like a flustered mess, dark blush staining his cheeks.
“Gods, please don’t make me say it,” Viktor looks at him expectantly, he deflates. “Um, why don’t you…” he swallows, “stimulate your nipples?” He cringes at his words, Viktor nods as he looks up through hooded eyes.
“If you say so.” His hands unfurl as they inch closer to the rose gold peaks that never seem to go down. He reaches his target, fingers barely ghosting the tips and-
The first touch is electric.
“Ah!” He lets out a high pitched moan at the first pinch. The pleasure is immeasurable, it feels like all his taut muscles unfurl with that simple touch. He continues to tweak and prod his nipples, alternating between rolling and tugging them, whimpers and soft groans accompanying them. Jayce is just watching, not even bothering to write anything down, Viktor’s desire shifts, his longing being pulled to the forefront of his mind. He enjoys his self pleasure, yes, but now he wants Jayce. “ Hah… Oh my god, Jayce! Ahh it feels like I’m drunk..” He chokes out through moans and gasps, he hears Jayce stifle a groan.
“Go on.” He says stiffly, gripping the clipboard like it owes him money. Viktor sees he’s half hard in his pants, but he’s trying to maintain a professional veil over their weird sexy study session. Viktor complies, continuing his ministrations, adding almost constant pressure and stimuli. He does this until tears sting his tear ducts, until he feels wetness beginning to stain his pants.
He pauses his right hand but continues with his left hand firmly held onto his left tit. Still panting, he shakily unbuttons his pants and is greeted by a welcomed surprise, he lets out a delirious laugh. Jayce, of course, takes notice, “What’s wrong, V?” He asks.
“Jayce, I believe I hah h-have a vagina.” He pants out, Jayces chokes on probably nothing and sputters a response.
“What!? A-are you sure?” When he examined him earlier, it truly looked like a blank slate, nothing there, not even a slit. So his confusion is warranted.
“Jayce. There are folds, a nub, a hole, and I am far too wet for my liking. I am confident in what is attached to me.” He says matter of factly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Take off your pants.” he orders, voice rough with restraint. Viktor lets out a small moan in response, normally he doesn’t like being bossed around, especially in bed. Perhaps the hexcore changed some of his sexual preferences, he shucks off his pants, as they hit the floor, he spreads his legs, showing Jayce his hole. “Holy shit.” is all he says.
The sight before him makes all the blood in his head go south, thoughts going with it. Plump, purple lips stare back at him, they surround a small tight hole that is leaking a clear violet liquid, and proudly peaking out from under the fat hood, a small rose gold clit. Jayce feels his mouth start to water, god he wants to eat him out so badly. Viktor looks at him with a slight head tilt, left hand still circling his sinfully large tit, clearly wanting an answer from him.
Jayce wrangles with himself to give an answer, one that conceals how horny he’s gotten over watching Viktor, instead the horniness wins and he answers, “Touch yourself.”
Caught off guard, Viktor sputters out, “Wha- Jayce, I thought, what about the tests-”
He tosses the clipboard to the side, making his intentions clear. He lurches forward on the stool, grabbing his knees with such force it looks like the dark red denim might tear. “Please. Please Viktor. Please touch yourself.” He begs, voiced laced with desperation, causing it to be a pitch higher than usual. He looks feral in a sense.
It makes Viktor even wetter.
He obeys as he drags his hand down to his crotch, left hand glued to his tit. He spots the small bundle of nerves first, hand shaky, he grazes it.
“Mph!” He bites his lip to stifle the moan that tears through his throat. The first touch is heavenly, it makes his toes curl as he arches off the couch, the resulting fall makes his chest bounce, adding to the pressure. He slowly circles his newly formed clit, mouth hanging open as moans and whimpers freely spill out, his shiny new pussy clenching on nothing, all while Jayce watches.
His middle finger finds his hole, taking the plunge he breaches it. “ Hah! Ah…Oh, Jayce!” Jayce’s name joins the litany of phrases being moaned out. Jayce lets out a loud groan, urging Viktor on. He quickly adds his ring finger, thrusting in and out as he humps the air, trying to match his thrusts with his fingers, boobs jiggling up and down.
“H-how do you feel?” Jayce asks through gritted teeth. He’s visibly hard now, cock straining against his pants while he subtly grinds into the chair. Viktor needs him now.
“Tight.” Almost every part of him is burning, he needs Jayce’s fat cock inside him now. “And empty.”
“Please V..” Jayce begs, restraint holding on by a thread, Viktor intends to snap that thread, drunk on lust and willing to do anything to scratch that itch. When he’s in his right mind, he can be embarrassed later. Post nut clarity if you will.
“Please Jayce-” throaty whimpers accompany as he continues, “T-touch me, want, want you to touch me! They’re too small…my hands.” He grabs a fistfull of tit, some of it spilling out, proving his point. Jayce salivates as he watches Viktor plead his case, face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain. Upturned brows accentuated by his flushed cheeks. “See? They’re too small, fuck, I want yours, Jayce. I want you. ”
“Fuck V-” Jayce hisses as he jumps up from the stool, knees hitting the floor as he smoothly drags Viktor’s legs across the couch landing on Jayce’s shoulders. He immediately stuffs his face into Viktor’s awaiting cunt, lapping up his sweet juices. His slick has a slight sweet, floral hint to it, it’s addicting in a sense. His tongue has Viktor on the verge of screaming, a chorus of loud ‘ah ah ah’s along with the squelch of his tongue fill the room.
Jayce’s constant groaning adds another level of stimulation, the light vibrations sending tingles of pleasure through Viktor’s spine. It’s almost too much when Jayce’s sinful mouth finds his engorged clit and sucks.
“Fuck! Ahh , Jayce…s’ good, so good, keep going!” He slurs, gripping his partner’s hair, Jayce groans in response, Viktor slowly starts grinding on his face. Each rocking movement makes his breasts sway and jiggle.
Jayce sneaks his left hand off Viktor’s thigh as he brings his middle finger to Viktor’s clenching hole. Scooping the surrounding slick, he gathers it on his finger and breaches his hole.
Viktor wails, tears flowing as his sobs of ecstasy fill the room.
“ Hah so good, you taste so good V-” His voice sounds wrecked, probably because he just gave his best friend head. Jayce quickly adds another finger, scissoring the digits deep within his pussy.
“Stop teasing me, Jayce.” Viktor gasps out, impatient tears streaming down his face. “You know what I want.” In response, Jayce gives a particularly harsh thrust that shuts him up with a whimper.
“I know, but I gotta prep you first,” He adds a third finger, Viktor throws his head back as he continues. “So be a good boy and stop complaining.” His tone is condescending and slightly mean, and Viktor loved it, a lewd moan leaving his lips.
That garners Jayce’s approval, he pulls out his fingers with a slimy trail following. He motions Viktor to swing his legs over the couch, Jayce climbs atop him the second he’s in position.
Viktor has no idea why he’s acting like this, he’s never been one to back down or submit. He’s never been submissive to anyone, so why is he so into this now?
“Now, what do you want, Vik?” Jayce asks, sinfully close, noses barely touching. Viktor loses his breath, shallow puffs of air make their way to his lungs as he answers.
“I wanna ride you.”
Jayce lets out a throaty groan, “Alright.” He goes to sit up against the opposite side of the couch, half way through tugging off his pants, a thought pops into his head. “Are you sure you wanna do that?” Viktor climbs his way to Jayce’s front, tits hanging heavily between them. “Not that I don’t want to! But what about your leg and back?”
Viktor has never been so horny in his life, so instead of answering, he straightens Jayce’s legs and forcefully pulls his pants off. Cock springing free as Viktor straddles his waist, slightly raised as he grips Jayce’s shoulders, tip dragging deliciously against his front.
“Jayce, I have never felt more alive and healthy,” Jayce stares at him with wide eyes, dark flush visibly all along his front. “So yes, I’d happily like to sink down on your cock.”
“Viktor! That's- ah!” Without much resistance, Viktor grips the base of Jayce’s cock, as he quickly slides down, the angry red tip pops into his eager hole. They moan in unison as Viktor’s ass meets with Jayce’s pelvis. “Y-you alright?” Jayce asks, checking in, trying to maintain eye contact and not stare at the massive tits in front of him.
“I feel full,” He grips Jayce’s shoulders harder. “Janna, I feel you in my throat-” starts to make a small grinding motion, not quite riding but moving nonetheless. “Is this how women feel?” Viktor babbles. He starts to move in earnest, setting a brutal pace. Up, down, up , down, circle, up, down. Tits moving along with the pace.
“ Hah, I guess you’re- fuck- more woman than man right now,” He starts to meet Viktor’s pace, thrusting up when he was coming down. “I mean, you’re so tight .”
“Jayce…” He whines, the sound making Jayce’s dick twitch inside him.
“And these?” He lightly slaps Viktor’s chest, “I’ve never seen a guy have jugs like this this,” He takes both of the mounds in his hands, barely covering the space they take up. “Only girls have tits like these.” Viktor throws his head back as Jayce starts to toy with his nipples, the buds so perky and hard they almost hurt.
“ Hng! D-don’t say that..” he tries to argue, but his body doesn’t lie, he clenched so hard when he called Viktor a girl, slick dribbling out of him. Jayce isn’t technically lying, mentally he’s very much a guy, but physically? He might as well be. The thought makes him burn all over. “I’m close…flip us over, I wanna be on my knees.” He rasps out, voice torn because of the constant moans and whimpers. Jayce agrees, he’s close too.
Jayce briefly slips out of him while Viktor rearranges himself so he is face down ass up, back arching obscenely, almost inhuman. Jayce lets out a ragged moan as his hole is on full display, he quickly grabs Viktor’s slim hips and slips back in, cooing and babbling as his thrusts become sloppy. “Shit, you’re even being f-fucked like a girl, should dress you up all pretty and show you off. Hell! Y-you could definitely fill out a dress just f-fine!”
Viktor doesn’t know if it’s Jayce’s words that do it for him but he’s dangerously close, he won’t last much longer. “ J-jayce! I’m gonna-”
“Come on baby, m’ so close, come on, come for me.”
That does it. Viktor comes with a scream, soaking Jayce’s cock with his juices. The lethal clench on his cock is the final push, Jayce comes with a broken gasp inside of Viktor.
They take a minute to catch their breaths, basking in the post orgasmic bliss. Jayce’s knees begin to buckle, so he pulls out, his spend coming out with him, cum mixing with transparent purple. Jayce cringes as he takes in the view, “I’ll go get a rag,” He says. He leaves the couch as Viktor sits up, reflecting on what the hell just happened.
“Did..did that happen because I’m more feminine now..?” His rough voice as he asks, Jayce looks at him, expression unreadable. After a beat, he gets the rag and stands a small distance from the couch. He faces away, a large hand coming to grasp his neck, a nervous tick, Viktor’s eyes narrow, growing suspicious.
“I’ve- I’ve had a thing for you for years, Viktor.” He turns to face him, a small pout on his lips, Viktor’s eyes widen, a shocked expression on his face.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They tumble through the awkward conversation, the air static with uncomfortability. Viktor speaks up, tearing through the awkwardness. “I, eh, like you too, have for a while.” He says while looking at the floor.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
They sit in their shared confession for a beat, then burst out into giggles, realizing how absurd their situation is. “Gods, we’re dumb.” Jayce says while rubbing his face.
“I suppose so.” Viktor agrees.
This is what he hopes never changes between them, the easy going attitude they’ve grown used to.
“Well, we’ll do what we do best, navigate this together.”
“Yes, I agree.”
Jayce then looks down slightly, eyeing Viktor’s chest, “You definitely need a bra though.”
Viktor’s soft expression drops into a deadpanned tone, voice tinged with a metallic ring. “I suppose so.”