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All things considered, it takes a lot less planning than Jayce anticipates.
He has Viktor bent over the arm of their couch when the idea crosses his mind for the first time. He brushes it off within seconds, horrified at himself that his own thoughts could turn in such a manner, but the shame does nothing to dispel the way his body reacts. The way his cock throbs deep inside Viktor’s body, the way the edges of his vision turn dark when he finishes hard inside the condom.
The idea follows him around for weeks afterwards, and he spends the majority of that time pretending that it doesn’t. The pressure of holding it in builds and builds until it’s battering away at the confines of his mind, breaking free at inconvenient intervals that seem to strive to cause the most disruption to his day.
Not even just during sex (although, definitely also during sex) — it can be something as innocuous as Viktor padding around their shared apartment in one of Jayce’s old college shirts, neckline sloping low around a bruised shoulder. Jayce lives his life in a constant state of awe of the beauty that walks his hallways, and now, suddenly, he can think of nothing but what Viktor might look like pregnant.
It plagues him night and day.
Seeing Viktor curled up in an armchair, combing through the latest publications in theoretical physics and twirling a strand of hair between two delicate fingers. Passed out and drooling on top of the bedsheets, limbs wound around a stack of pillows with one knee pulled up to his chest to expose his soft, pink cunt.
This persistent state of arousal lasts for around a week before the beginnings of a plan start to form in Jayce’s mind. Unintentionally at first, nothing but a whisper in the back of his mind urging him to rip the condom off just before he finishes. In one of his more unhinged moments he considers fishing his own spend back out of the latex so as to not let it go to waste. He imagines a dozen ways of getting it back inside Viktor, and before he knows it, he’s chubbing back up and absentmindedly rutting into soft thighs.
Viktor has definitely noticed something is wrong, and it doesn’t take him long to start commenting on Jayce’s sudden increase in libido — a little huff of disbelief when Jayce’s hands start wandering downward yet again, a half-assed protest when Jayce grabs him for the third time that day.
But he never turns Jayce down.
They have an agreement, of sorts. Jayce, as wildly attracted to Viktor as he is, and Viktor, as insatiable as he is — it just makes sense. They’d decided not even a few months into their relationship that Jayce would have a free pass to touch Viktor however he likes, whenever he feels like it.
He’d been reluctant to take advantage of their arrangement at first, having been completely vanilla for his whole life before meeting Viktor. But something about Viktor… changed him. He’s never wanted someone so all-consumingly, so intensely.
It scares him, sometimes, how badly he needs Viktor.
So while Jayce had felt a little uncertain those first few weeks, it didn’t take him long at all to settle into their new routine. It quickly became addictive, and now Jayce doesn’t know what he’ll do if he ever has to go without it. It’s a balm to his soul, being able to freely roam his hands all over Viktor’s gorgeous body whenever he pleases, reducing him to a shuddering mess and getting to watch as he melts into the pleasure. Just being able to cop a feel of his ass or slide a couple fingers inside for a moment does wonders for Jayce’s mood.
Jayce thinks, perhaps, this is what emboldens him in his plans. He’s already so used to taking what he wants from Viktor that it’s all too easy to just kind of fall into tracking his ovulation cycle.
He tells himself, at first, that he’s just paying attention for Viktor’s sake.
Viktor is a little crankier than usual, not sleeping as soundly. Jayce has always been well-aware of this phase that Viktor goes through just before his period starts — not that he’s ever put this much attention to it, but he does shower Viktor with the necessary amount of pastries and orgasms that seem to ease his frustration.
But now, Jayce has a name to put to the mood. The luteal phase — the two weeks preceding the menstrual phase, according to his research. Ample carbs and stress relief are recommended, so Jayce spends the phase plying Viktor with his favourite homemade meals and plenty of massages that inevitably end with Viktor panting face-down into the mattress.
He ends up in a much better mood than he usually is this time of the month.
Jayce pays rapt attention and is overly-pleased with himself when Viktor’s period starts right on schedule — a confirmation that he was right, that he’s doing the right thing by paying enough attention to properly take care of his partner. Even if Viktor doesn’t exactly know Jayce is doing it.
If he does know, he doesn’t say anything. Even when their carb-heavy meals suddenly turn to red meat and their bathroom is fully-stocked with hygiene products overnight.
He’s just being a good boyfriend, a good partner. It’s what Viktor deserves, after all.
By the time he comes around to accepting what he’s actually doing, what he’s been doing the entire time, the plan is already in full swing — Viktor is happy and sated near the end of his period, and Jayce hasn’t blown a load in nearly two weeks.
It’s not rational. He knows it’s not rational. But every time he comes close to thinking of his own pleasure, he can’t help but feel as though it’s a waste. What’s the use in finishing inside a condom, or his own hand, when it could be put to use for its intended purpose?
He becomes a little… neurotic about the whole thing, before his brain has a chance to catch up and let him know how insane he’s being. It’s certainly not rooted in any scientific knowledge he’s aware of, but that does nothing to dissuade the feeling that he should save up his spend until Viktor’s body is ready to take it and put it to good use.
And, intentionally or not, he’s already come this far. It’s already been two weeks and he can wait one more until Viktor is ovulating. Eight days.
Eight and a half days.
Viktor soon starts to get impatient with the need to be fucked properly, although he holds out much longer than Jayce expects him to. Like the flip of a switch, he turns from docile and appreciative of all the attention to a bratty, squirmy little demon. Jayce has to use his full strength to hold him down more than once, a far cry from Viktor’s usual performative protestations.
It’s difficult for Jayce to see him this way and still keep his hands to himself, the way Viktor’s need is so clearly written on his face every time Jayce touches him.
It isn’t long before Jayce resorts to putting himself in situations that render him incapable of taking care of his own needs, just to keep himself in check.
He’s taking a conference call one evening with his laptop hastily set up on the nightstand. The virtual meeting had been called last minute, hence the makeshift desk and the lack of preparation. Although the pair of them don’t have as much involvement in the company they pioneered as they once did, Jayce keeps himself involved to make sure their Hextech is being used ethically. He’s turned down more than one lucrative contract for that reason, much to the dismay of the board, but it’s something he won’t budge on. Not after he almost lost Viktor just last year.
Viktor lounges next to him up against the headboard, unfairly tempting in loose sleep shorts and one of Jayce’s t-shirts. His legs are sprawled open in invitation. He’s doing it on purpose, no doubt trying to rile Jayce up into fucking him the second he’s freed from this call.
It’s working.
He could easily make his excuses, slam his laptop shut, pull Viktor into his lap and use him like a fleshlight until that attitude is all fucked out of him. And he’s going to if he doesn’t do something soon.
Jayce curls a hand around Viktor’s left ankle and yanks until he’s pulled flat against the sheets. He lets out an adorable little surprised yelp as he’s dragged down the bed, to which Jayce utters a quick tsk.
“Cats are fighting, sorry about that,” he says to the concerned faces on the screen. He doesn’t have to fake the grin.
He doesn’t even have to push the shorts aside — they’re loose enough that his hand can slide right up the inseam with no resistance. He’d usually tease a little, pet over soft thighs until Viktor is panting and pleading. He doesn’t have the patience today, barely taking the time to drag his fingertips through the dripping mess of Viktor’s cunt before he plunges two fingers deep inside.
The resulting gasp isn’t picked up on the microphone. As much as they’re both into the idea of being caught, being heard, Jayce thinks he’d have to kill anyone if they actually witnessed the slightest glimpse of Viktor’s pleasure. It all belongs to Jayce.
Perhaps Jayce would have learned to control his jealousy, had they not both been virgins when they started casually sleeping together back in their college days. As it stands, Viktor has never been touched by anyone else and is more than happy to enable Jayce’s possessiveness.
Jayce can feel those impatient looks melting away under his ministrations already. Viktor loves pretending to act out, sure, but there’s nothing he loves more than being forced into submission. Jayce knows that Viktor’s pride works against him — won’t allow him to submit the way he really wants to. And they both know that Jayce is far too soft on him to treat him so roughly without cause. So they’ve settled into this perfect equilibrium, an ever-evolving symbiotic relationship where Viktor pokes and prods at Jayce’s weak spots until he snaps and they can both indulge in the fallout guilt-free.
And Viktor is definitely indulging. Through the squirming and the silent hummingbird-quick rise and fall of his chest, he has a plan. Jayce sees the glint in his eye before it happens, but he’s too slow to stop it when Viktor draws back a slender leg to press his bare foot into Jayce’s crotch.
Jayce hisses through his teeth, barely managing to temper the volume enough to keep the entire faculty from hearing it through the screen. His cock twitches from the sudden contact, and Viktor must be able to feel it with the way his cunt clenches tight around Jayce’s fingers.
He shoots Viktor a warning look, and Viktor offers a playful smirk in return. There’s a challenge in his eyes, pupils blown wide with hunger and so fucking unfairly tempting. Viktor knows exactly what he’s doing.
Two weeks without this and Jayce is ready to throw it all away right now. If he just had one hand curled around the delicate arch, eyes fixed on the way Viktor stretches so prettily around his fingers, he could probably come just like that.
Jayce pushes straight past Viktor’s foot to circle tightly around the base of his cock, maintaining direct and intentional eye contact with Heimerdinger through the screen in a desperate bid to keep from embarrassing himself. He knows he can’t so much as graze one of Viktor’s ankles without completely losing control, so he stays away.
Viktor pulls his leg back with his lips twisted into a scowl. He doesn’t dignify Jayce with eye contact, turning his head pointedly in the opposite direction.
Jayce wants to bite down on the flesh of his neck.
He doesn’t stay mad for long — he never can with Jayce’s fingers inside him. Jayce takes the time to coax him back into a shivering mess with fingertips curling upwards and massaging until he’s struggling to keep quiet.
Two fingers quickly turns into three, then four, and it’s a wonder nobody on the call has mentioned it by now. He can see in his own webcam the way his eyes have completely glazed over, pupils blown and a face so clearly not paying a single ounce of attention to the agenda. Not when Viktor is all spread out with his untouched little cock straining pitifully against the fabric of his shorts.
Jayce doesn’t even pretend to look into the camera when he feels the telltale signs of Viktor’s approaching orgasm — fingers scrabbling for purchase in the sheets, chest heaving and pushing out gasping little breaths of oh, oh, oh that are near-silent. He’d usually be whining with wild abandon but he’s being so, so good, keeping quiet the way he is. Jayce fucking adores him.
He almost breaks again when Viktor throws his head back, mouth dropped open and so unbelievably tempting. His back arches in a way that has to be torture on his spine but he doesn’t seem to notice through the waves of pleasure that leave him trembling as he comes down.
Jayce wants nothing more than to say a huge fuck you to everyone on this call, jump onto the bed and rail his pretty boyfriend until he’s sobbing and hiccuping into the sheets, but he manages somehow to keep himself in check.
He strokes over Viktor’s thighs with careful, comforting hands and doesn’t let himself look away from the screen until he’s (mostly) soft. He gets up to make them both dinner as soon as the call is finished.
Overall, Viktor is holding out well, which Jayce puts down to the elevated mood of the late follicular phase. It isn’t until the very last day that he truly starts to get restless. He’s practically in heat, the way he starts to bend over when Jayce so much as settles a hand too low on his hips. He’s taken to lounging around in sheer robes and lingerie sets Jayce recognises from various occasions. The sets that survived, anyway.
When that doesn’t work in tempting Jayce to fuck him stupid (save for getting him fingered five times, eaten out three times, and an orgasm pulled up against Jayce’s thigh twice) he forgoes clothes altogether and begins to walk around completely naked. Jayce doesn’t break. But he does spend a lot more time than usual thumbing over Viktor’s nipples while they’re watching movies, or casually playing with Viktor’s clit while he’s busy with something else.
Jayce has no fucking clue how he actually manages to make it to the big day. It’s circled in red on the makeshift calendar Jayce keeps in his journal, complete with scrupulous notes and details. As though he could forget.
In fact, he wakes up in the best mood he’s been in all month. He gets up early to cook up a lavish breakfast for the pair of them in preparation for the long day they’re about to have, and he only just manages to stop himself from ravishing Viktor’s sleeping form before he leaves.
Viktor is waiting for him by the time he comes back.
He’s sitting up in the middle of their bed, white sheets wrapped loosely around his waist. Warm rays of sunlight cast across his body, as though sent down just to grace the angular lines of his face as he blearily rubs away the last vestiges of sleep. Jayce wants to marry him.
There’s a ring waiting beneath the false bottom of Jayce’s nightstand drawer — it’s been waiting for years, since before they even started dating. He’d picked it out just a year after they’d met, when he could no longer picture his future without golden eyes or crooked smiles. If it couldn’t be Viktor, it would be nobody.
That’s a little much for a Saturday morning so instead Jayce settles down a tray of fresh pancakes and presses a lingering kiss to his love’s shoulder.
“Morning, baby,” he says, face still pressed indulgently into Viktor’s skin. Viktor grumbles in response.
Jayce tries to keep his hands to himself, he really does, but he hasn’t blown his load in over three fucking weeks and he crumbles the second he catches a glimpse of Viktor’s little pink tongue dipping out to meet a chunk of pancake.
He sidles up behind Viktor, chest to back, with both of his legs bracketing the outside of Viktor’s. He wraps his arms loosely around Viktor’s body, giving the dips of his waist an appreciative squeeze on the way.
The only acknowledgement he gets is a half-hearted push — just the way they both like it on these lazy weekend mornings. He presses on regardless of the discouragement, dragging both arms up to cup Viktor’s chest and tug at perky little nipples.
Viktor eventually settles back into Jayce’s chest. It’s adorable how obviously distracted he is by the pancakes that he can’t even pretend to protest as much as he usually does. Jayce happily takes the opportunity to explore, eager hands finding their way across every inch, even the parts that usually turn Viktor squirmy with insecurity.
The second the last bite of pancake goes into Viktor’s mouth, and Jayce is ready to roll him onto his front and mount him like a feral animal, Viktor instead reaches for the book on his nightstand. The diversion is a good thing, really — it would be a shame if their day ended so early because of Jayce’s inability to control himself. So he sits patiently as Viktor reads, latching onto every hitch of the man’s breath as Jayce’s fingertips circle closer and closer to the seams of his thighs.
Viktor is usually good at tempering his reactions for the sake of their roleplay, but he can’t hold back today. He offers up a little gasp the moment Jayce slides two fingers through his folds teasingly, then a soft moan when they start to breach him. The book is practically slipping from his grasp by the time Jayce’s fingers are fully inside.
Something has Viktor all needy today. Perfect for their plans.
“So fucking pretty,” Jayce praises into his neck, and Viktor’s long legs slide further open in response. “All mine.”
And Viktor still doesn’t say anything. Jayce grips his chin between firm fingers, tugs his head back to expose his neck, and promptly bites down hard enough to leave a mark.
Viktor’s body jolts against him, tensing and pressing back wildly as he comes. The soft walls of his cunt begin to spasm and all Jayce can think of is how heavenly that will feel around his cock after so long. It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t ruin the whole day the second he takes his boxers off.
Jayce catches the weight of Viktor’s body when he collapses backwards, boneless.
They’re both quiet for a few moments, Jayce still mulling over his plans, when Viktor speaks.
“You’re confusing me, you know?”
Jayce frowns into Viktor’s neck. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t fuck me for weeks, yet you still touch me every chance you get.”
Jayce’s eyes slip closed and he finds himself buried further in the warmth of Viktor’s neck. He runs the mental calculations on whether or not he’ll be able to explain this without sounding like he needs to be institutionalised.
Viktor speaks first.
“Is there someone else?” he asks quietly. He doesn’t say it like he knows it’s true, but instead more like he hopes it isn’t.
Jayce’s heart sinks. “Baby,” he says, arms tightening around Viktor, horrified at just the thought of touching someone else. “Baby, no. No, of course not.”
“Then why? You haven’t even bought condoms. It’s as though you know you won’t want me ahead of time.”
Jayce’s heart, resting at the very pit of his stomach, cracks clean in two. Suddenly, Viktor’s mood today makes perfect sense — all needy and eager because he’s upset. He’s been reaching out and Jayce hasn’t given him what he needs.
He doesn’t have the words to express how badly he’s fucked this up.
“You don’t have to… pretend like this,” Viktor continues. “You know I’d…” Stay with you anyway — Jayce hears the end of the sentence loud and clear, and knows it will make him throw up if he hears it.
He is so fucking stupid.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jayce coos. “I’m so sorry. Let me show you.”
He gathers Viktor’s lithe body up in his arms. Viktor goes easily, as he always does, limbs splaying so prettily when Jayce sets him on his back. His eyes are watery and big, and Jayce deserves a solid blow to the head for making this beautiful boy feel insecure for even a second.
With a hand wrapped around each of Viktor’s upper thighs, Jayce arranges his legs until he’s spread open nice and wide.
“Keep this right here for me.” With one last squeeze to Viktor’s good leg, Jayce releases him and begins to pull his own cock out from his boxers. Viktor’s eyes are glued to the movement with a near-manic desperation.
“Please,” Viktor whispers, then moans when the word makes Jayce visibly twitch.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” They’re both outright panting by the time Jayce lines up. Whenever Viktor gets all needy and desperate like this, Jayce’s favourite thing to do is press the very tip of his cock up against Viktor’s dripping hole and tease until neither of them can bear it anymore.
He doesn’t have the strength for that today — his baby needs him so badly he’s not even questioning why Jayce hasn’t stopped to grab a condom. His self control is hanging on by a frayed thread and every ounce of concentration is set on keeping himself from finishing already.
He taps the tip of his cock over Viktor’s clit once, twice, three times, and then plunges in all at once. The only thing that stops Jayce rutting like an animal to swift completion is Viktor’s reaction — his whole body tenses up the very moment Jayce presses up against his cervix, locking them both in place as his mouth drops open in a gasping litany of, “Yes, yes, yes.”
Jayce holds him through his second orgasm, one hand still holding up his right thigh, the other rubbing comforting circles into his skin while he comes down. “There you are, good boy.”
His skin begins to flush a lovely red, no doubt embarrassed that he exposed his desperation so easily. When he begins to drag one arm upwards, Jayce can already tell he’s going to cover his face, so he locks one hand easily around Viktor’s delicate wrist to keep him exposed.
It’s a risky game — this sight, Viktor all flushed and fucked-out already, the feeling of his soft insides twitching around Jayce — it shoots like fire around Jayce’s body, and he’s forced to take a few deep breaths through his teeth to calm down enough to speak. “Fuck, baby,” he says once Viktor’s breath has evened out. “Just from my cock?”
That lovely blush creeps down towards Viktor’s neck, and with his arm restrained he instead turns his head into the pillows to escape the teasing. “I missed you,” he confesses quietly.
Jayce’s heart squeezes with guilt, with love, with the need to fix. He releases his grip on Viktor’s limbs to instead scoop him up with both arms and into Jayce’s lap, still fully seated and squirming at the new angle. With both arms wound around Jayce’s neck, Viktor lets himself fall forwards into Jayce’s chest.“Condom,” he pants weakly, as though the thought has only just broken through the haze.
The very edges of Jayce’s lips quirk into a smile. What better way to prove his devotion? His hands slide downwards, Jayce’s comforting hug turning into a bruising grip around Viktor’s hips. He holds tight.
“No.”
Viktor freezes, but the way his cunt clenches is unmistakable. He makes no move to separate himself. “… No?”
“No, baby.”
“What, you’re not going to come?”
It’s the most transparent attempt at provoking a reaction Jayce has ever seen from Viktor. Good thing he knows just what his baby needs.
Jayce grabs Viktor’s chin between his thumb and fingers, pulling back until Viktor is forced to make eye contact. That look, bratty and angry and a little scared, seems to melt away within seconds with the silent command.
“Do you know what today is?”
When Viktor tries to shake his head, Jayce feels the movement against his fingertips before he speaks. “No.”
Jayce uses his grip on Viktor’s chin to angle his head downwards, forcing him to watch while Jayce thumbs across his chubby little cock. “You see how wet you’re getting, baby?” Slick pulses out from where they’re joined together tightly.
Viktor gasps, shuddering at the view. He doesn’t answer what must sound like a rhetorical question, mindless dirty talk that he assumes doesn’t require a response. He looks back up to Jayce through long lashes, and when he finds Jayce waiting for him to speak, his expression turns petulant. “What, is it not enough for you?” he snaps.
Jayce slaps his cheek twice in rapid succession. “Answer me.”
It has the intended effect — Viktor’s eyes turn glassy and his plush lips fall open. He’s already deep into that floaty, docile mood. “Yes. I see.”
“You see how easy you fell into subspace for me? Just from a couple slaps?” Jayce’s hand continues to work over Viktor’s cock, slow and intentional with every movement.
Viktor’s hips are squirming around to chase the pleasure, but he knows better than to take too much. He knows Jayce will stop touching him if he does. “Yes,” he breathes, “I see.”
“And you feel how badly you need my cock inside you? More than usual, huh?” Jayce’s tone is borderline condescending. “You notice how good it feels like this? How easy it is to come when you can feel me raw?”
Viktor is quivering with the tension of trying so hard to hold back. He’s waiting — he can tell Jayce is building up to something and he wants to be ready for it. He wants to be good. “Yes.” Even his voice is shaking. “Yes, feels good, fuck, Jayce, please.”
“Feels so good to take me raw because you’re ovulating, sweetheart.”
The effect is instantaneous. Viktor’s breath turns to stuttering little gasps and his cunt flutters wildly as he comes. “Oh, Gods, Jayce, fuck—”
“There you go, baby. Your body’s getting ready just for me.”
Jayce keeps up the pace with his fingers and Viktor’s body begins to curl over from the sensation. “Too much, too much,” he pleads, knees tightening around Jayce’s hips. “Hurts.”
But Viktor knows his safe word. Jayce doesn’t let up until the shivery protests slowly melt back into moans and Viktor is coming around him for the fourth time. The feeling is fucking torturous around Jayce’s cock, getting so close to his own orgasm each time but not quite able to reach it. He’s on the knife’s edge of pleasure, body alight and at the very precipice of coming harder than he ever has in his life.
Each time Viktor tightens around him, he’s yanked closer and closer. Just a few more times and he’ll get there.
“How— how do you know?” Viktor gasps.
It takes Jayce a couple of groggy, lust-drunk seconds to even process what that means. “I’ve been keeping track for a few weeks now.”
And as completely fucking unhinged that sounds, Viktor reacts with a shiver and a lovely flush.
“So you’re going to—” Viktor’s voice shakes so beautifully in this state. “—Stay still so you don’t finish inside of me and— get me—” He cuts off abruptly as though he can’t bring himself to utter the word aloud. How charming.
Jayce grins wolfishly into Viktor’s neck. He drops a kiss onto the soft skin before he eases Viktor back into the mattress, all splayed out and loose-limbed and stuffed full.
“No, baby. You’re gonna stay right here with me inside you.” Jayce yanks Viktor’s hips down to bring their bodies flush together, fucking in those last couple of inches that slipped out while they were moving. The tip of Jayce’s cock presses right up against the tight ring of Viktor’s cervix, and, fuck, he must be leaking precome directly into his womb already. His hips stutter forwards, unbidden, and Viktor’s body opens right up for him.
Viktor cries out sweetly from the unexpected intrusion, then again weakly when Jayce’s thumb begins to circle around his cock. “And I’m gonna play with you until you’re ready—”
“—I’m ready, Jayce, please—”
“Need you all open and wet, alright baby? You’re doing so well for me, so fucking pretty, can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Viktor’s head is thrown back to expose his pretty neck, limbs splayed around himself in perfect submission with his fingers scrabbling at the bedsheets the way he always does when he’s about to come hard.
“Love you so fucking much, gonna marry you, fuck, baby, I’m so close, gonna—” Jayce breaks off into a wild groan at the way Viktor starts to clench around him. Viktor’s breathing quickens into a shuddering mess as it slowly dawns on him that, not only is Jayce about to get him pregnant, he’s spent weeks planning it. Each pulse of Viktor’s soft, swollen pussy drags Jayce further and further towards the edge. “Just a little more, just a little— you feel how deep I am? I’m right there, baby, gonna come straight inside your womb—”
And that’s what finally sends Viktor over the edge with a long, drawn-out, whorish moan that would sound fake if Jayce couldn’t feel the way it shudders through his body from head to toe. “Please, please, Jayce,” he cries, and that’s all Jayce needs to follow him over the edge. Jayce comes more than he ever has in his life, weeks worth of spend flooding every inch of Viktor’s cunt until it’s overflowing and spilling out between them.
Hot tears fall freely down Viktor’s lovely face as he whines through the last waves of his climax. “There you go, baby, there you go, so good,” Jayce praises. He runs his hands all over Viktor’s lithe body for a greedy few seconds before he draws himself up into a kneeling position. He brings Viktor with him, allowing the top half of his lover’s body to stay sprawled on the mattress while the bottom half, still connected to Jayce, is elevated.
He doesn’t need to explain what he’s doing. The fucked-out, lovestruck look on Viktor’s face tells him that he understands perfectly. He says it anyway so they both have the pleasure of hearing it. “So it takes.”
Viktor takes his time to speak. When he finally does, his voice is soft and worn out. “You never told me you wanted children.”
And, it’s true. Jayce has never particularly been overly interested in the idea of growing a family with some faceless partner. It isn’t something he’s spent his entire life waiting for like it seems a lot of his peers have.
It isn’t specifically the idea of a family that Jayce yearns for. It’s the idea of building a family with Viktor.
Viktor, happy and glowing and swollen with the irrefutable evidence that he belongs to Jayce, that Jayce is keeping him well-fucked and well-fed. Viktor waking up at midnight in a foul mood and sending Jayce out to fetch a pregnancy craving. Viktor with a baby balanced on one hip and his morning mug of tea in the opposite hand.
A life with Viktor.
Just the thought of it has him firming up again fast.
“I want everything with you.”
“So when you said you wanted to marry me…?”
Jayce groans, noses into Viktor’s neck, and finds himself rutting absentmindedly. “You know I do, you have to know.”
“Well, you’ve delayed our future wedding by at least a year. What will people think of me if I walk down the aisle pregnant?”
“You little shit. You know exactly what you’re doing.” That period of self-imposed abstinence must have done a number on his refractory period because, despite the evidence of their coupling dripping between them, Jayce feels as though he’s just getting started.
Viktor sighs contentedly. “I can’t go again,” he says, even though they both know he’s bluffing.
***
Later that morning, Viktor sleeps soundly curled up against Jayce’s chest, three loads plugged inside with two of Jayce’s fingers. With his free hand, Jayce shops for maternity clothes on his phone.