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Jayce stared at himself in the full length mirror, admiring the soft lace that adorned his skin. It was a deep red with golden accents that swirled around the lining of the lingerie. A matching bralette, panties, and sheer nightie that ended right above his crotch. He felt… pretty.
He toyed with the hem of the panties, sliding them up over his hips and then down. Maybe over the hip. It showed off the slight curve… but below the hip aimed for a more sultry look. Hm. Tilting his head from side to side, he decided with the first option and slipped the hem back into place, biting his lip at the ticklish sensation.
“Am I interrupting?” His lover’s silky smooth voice came from the doorframe, making him jump slightly in surprise. Viktor wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour.
“Wanted to surprise you…” Jayce mumbled, locking eyes with the reflection of Viktor. “I still need to put on the stockings.”
“You wanted to surprise me on your birthday?”
“… Yeah?”
The Czech man chuckled lightheartedly and looked the other up and down.
“Can I help since I’m already here?” Viktor walked into the room. The gentle tap of his cane on the floor stopped as he stood directly behind Jayce, placing his hand on the taller man’s hip. Slender fingers traced the edge of the lace.
“Mm… alright. That could be fun.”
“We could definitely make it fun.” Viktor pressed a kiss to the Piltovan’s shoulder, teeth gently grazing against the skin. He set his cane to lean against the wall and used his now free hand to grab Jayce’s other hip. The soft sigh of pleasure that left Jayce was like music to his ears.
Carefully, Viktor backed the two of them away from the mirror and onto the bed with practiced ease. Viktor kept his bad leg stretched out on the sheets, the other folded by his side while Jayce sat on his knees in between them. With a grin, Jayce pulled his lover into a kiss, cupping his cheek and keeping him close. Sweet kisses were traded back and forth in between giggles.
“You’re going to need to lay back if you want me to put these on you, birthday boy.” Viktor mumbled against the other’s mouth after a while. Jayce pulled back slowly, lips red from all the kissing. He looked down at the stockings that were now in Viktor’s hands.
Without a word, he flopped back against the pillows and then propped himself up with his elbows, sticking his legs out in a theatrical manner while wiggling his eyebrows at Viktor. “Like this?” He snickered, earning him a snort of laughter and a pinch to the calf.
“I thought this was supposed to be sexy.” The Czech man retorted playfully as he set one of the stockings down and then scrunched up the first one so he could slide it onto his lover easier. “I think I’m plenty sexy.” Jayce grinned and shrugged. He watched as Viktor leaned in and kissed his calf and up to his knee before slipping the first stocking onto him and—
“Okay, ew ew- no stockings. The material is too scratchy.” Jayce wiggled his leg and then breathed a sigh of relief as Viktor quickly took it off without a word. The two of them looked at each other and burst into laughter while the stockings were rather unceremoniously tossed off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Once the giggle fit had quieted down, they stared lovingly at each other. Everything was so new. So beautifully perfect. The honeymoon period, as some would call it.
“I’m sure we can find better ones for next time.” The Czech man gently rubbed Jayce’s calf, chasing away the phantom itchy feeling.
“Mhm. Next time.”
Jayce settled back against the pillows with a soft sigh and spread his legs, showing off the lace panties that cupped his pubic mound perfectly. He dragged his fingers down his chest, over the bralette, and further to his navel while keeping his eyes on Viktor. He had waxed just for this occasion, even though it hurt like a bitch, as he wanted to show off everything.
“Do you want to see the rest of your surprise?” He whispered, tips of his ears turning even more red. How was that possible?
“There’s more?” Viktor inquired with a raise of his eyebrows. He was seated between Jayce’s legs, further down beside his calves. He gripped one of them, massaging the tan skin there like before.
The Piltovan nodded and lifted his hips, pulling the back of the lace that covered his ass to the side. There, between his cheeks, was a Talis emblem on the flared base of a butt plug. Viktor reached for it and gave it a gentle tug, watching as Jayce’s clit twitched and throbbed with need.
“Absolutely beautiful.” He whispered with eyes transfixed on the way his lover’s puffy rim clenched around the plug. The Czech man rearranged himself on the bed, laying on his stomach and getting to be face to face with Jayce’s pussy. Golden eyes glanced up, though pupils nearly eclipsed them fully. “Let me taste you?” He purred out, caressing the other man’s inner thigh. Jayce nodded and dropped his head back against the pillows as Viktor’s tongue trailed through his wet slit, parting the labia before taking his little cock into his mouth and sucking on it like his life depended on it. A loud and shaky moan left Jayce, reaching down to grab the other’s hair and pull him closer. The plug inside was pulled again in time with gentle sucks to his dick. Wet, hot suction made Jayce’s brain melt. His lover’s tongue moved back and forth along the underside of his clit while fingers teased at his now dripping entrance.
“O-oh fuck- Viktor- mmnn-!”
The moan broke off into a choked whimper as a single digit slid into Jayce’s hole, curling against that sweet little spot and rubbing at it insistently. Viktor pulled back with a hum, dipping his tongue under the hood of the other man’s clit and tracing the bundle of nerves with the tip of it. He sucked hard enough that it made his cheeks hollow. He ran his tongue under the divot of the cock head while crooking his finger like he was beckoning Jayce towards him.
“You always taste so perfect.” The Czech man mumbled against Jayce’s thickened clit, giving one last suck, extracting his finger, and ducking down further to lap at his rim stretched around the plug.
“F-fuck! Viktor, you can’t just- oh fuck!” The Piltovan gasped and gripped Viktor’s hair as he pulled the plug out with his teeth. He shuddered and clenched, feeling how it left him open and loose enough. Excess lube dribbled out of him as Viktor let the warmed metal plug drop to the side before focusing his attention back to Jayce. He gripped the undersides of his lover’s thighs and pulled him closer, thrusting his tongue into his ass while the bridge of his arched nose bumped against his cunt with each lick, the tip of it pressing just hard enough to barely breach him.
Jayce moaned and gasped, head thrashing back and forth against the pillow it was rested on as the onslaught of pleasure made his thighs shake and cunt spasm. His cock throbbed in desperation, wanting nothing more than to be licked and sucked to get him off quickly. It pulsated in time with every other lick, leaving Jayce a dripping mess as Viktor’s tongue worked its magic.
“Is this what you wanted, mm?” Viktor purred before thrusting his tongue inside once more.
“F-fuuuuuck—,” Jayce moaned, eyes fluttering. “Want you to cum in my ass- ah. Please, Vik. Need it.”
“Oh? But you have such a pretty cunt. Why shouldn’t I use that, hmm?” The Czech man mused while tracing a thumb around his fattened labia. Hot to the touch and ready. Absolutely desperate.
“Viktor-” Jayce whined, clenching around his lover’s tongue.
“Yes, yes… I know.” Viktor cooed in a sympathetic drawl, lapping at the puffy rim with his wicked tongue. “You worked yourself open for me, mm? Teased yourself just enough for that plug to slip right in without any issue.” He punctuated his words by sliding his index and middle finger into the cunt above him, pressing the tip of his nose to the skin between both holes and then trailing it up towards his thigh. He reveled in the clench and quiver it brought on in response.
“Beautiful.” Viktor reverently sighed as he reluctantly pulled back, satisfied with his fingering. He only wanted to do a little as he knew Jayce liked feeling the stretch of his cock. He spread his lover’s legs as he moved further up his body and settled himself between muscular thighs.
“Please… Viktor, ’m so hard.” Jayce whined, bringing his legs up and hooking his hands under them, holding the backs of his knees and laying back so Viktor had full view and access to both holes. Soft and open and wet. Perfect to fuck.
Viktor hummed and worked on unbuttoning his pants and unbuckling the belt one handed with practiced ease. Jayce watched with a heated gaze, eyes half lidded and bottom lip bitten with his gapped front teeth. “So eager.” Viktor huffed out a breathless laugh as he finally shucked his pants and underwear off. His cock was beautiful. Both thick and long that would press up upon those wonderful spots inside Jayce. Curly, dark hair was trimmed neatly at the base while his balls were covered in a finer layer. It wasn’t a dangerous size, so to speak, but it left Jayce aching in the best ways after sex.
A bead of precum sat at tip and Viktor spread it around the rest of the head with a quiet groan. His free hand was on the underside of Jayce’s thigh where it was angled up with his position. As he wrapped his hand around his length, he began to stroke it while every so often bumping against the other man’s clit.
“Kurva… look at that. So wet. Every noise your cunt makes is so beautiful…” Viktor whispered, jerking off right against Jayce’s open cunt. He pressed his palm over the both of them, squishing them together as he ground his cock against the soaked hole and soft folds. He began to gyrate his hips slowly, a few strands of hair covering the Czech man’s eyes as he stared down at where they were touching.
“Viktor—” Jayce practically sobbed, clit throbbing and blushing bright red all the way down to his chest where the nightie covered the rest up. “Please- fuck- if you keep that up I-I’ll cum too soon.” He whined, chest heaving up and down as he tried to move and get Viktor’s cock inside of him. The Czech man gripped Jayce’s thigh tighter and allowed the tip of his cock to slip into his cunt. Jayce whined low in his throat. The feeling left him nearly limp on the bed, but he kept clutching his legs up against his chest.
“My ass- ah- please, Viktor.” Jayce begged, eyes half lidded, clenching a few times around the other man. His other hole felt desperately empty after his partner had rimmed him so thoroughly. He whined in frustration and arousal as Viktor ignored him and pushed in a little further. The squelch of wetness was loud and it made Jayce blush further if even possible.
“Is that what the true meaning of this little gift is for me? Hmm? Knowing that I’d be fucking you here in this hole?” Viktor huffed out with a little smirk as he thumbed against the loosened furl of Jayce’s ass. With a slick noise, he pulled his cock out of his lover’s front hole and immediately slipped about half of himself into his lover’s awaiting ass. “Is this what you wanted, Jayce? For me to fuck your ass for your birthday? What a greedy man you are.” He chuckled, ending off his words with a breathy moan.
The noise Jayce made was somewhere between a yelp and a moan of relief. His knees squeezed together as his head dropped back against the pillows. His hole spasmed sporadically as he got used to the stretch of Viktor’s cock inside of him. The length carved into him, settling in with a familiar ache. He had to focus back consciously or his mind would’ve left his body.
“Yes-” Jayce gasped out, “o-oh gods.”
The knot of arousal in his gut was nearly about to snap. It grew tighter and tighter before unexpectedly breaking as Viktor bottomed out inside of him. A clear gush of squirt splashed onto Viktor’s lower abdomen and dripped down to where they were connected.
“Beautiful…” Viktor whispered, reaching down to pull Jayce’s labia apart with a wet and sticky noise. He exposed his soft, clenching insides that were shiny and slick. “Absolutely beautiful.” He groaned, picking up his pace so his hips slapped against his lover’s ass. The muscle jiggled with every thrust, sinking deeper and deeper as Jayce’s moan grew more and more in pitch. His eyes were squeezed shut, holding onto the last of his sanity as Viktor fucked him so deep he could feel it in his throat.
“Yes, yes— fuck yes- oh fuck— please please YES-!” Jayce sobbed, throwing his head back against the pillows. His pussy clenched around nothing, craving his partner’s cock or fingers to stuff him full. It was too much but not enough. Fire coursed through his veins, eyes nearly crossing as they squeezed shut with the pure pleasure that enraptured his being. The Piltovan nearly screeched as Viktor brushed against his prostate tissue. A new and very exciting development since his hormone therapy.
A sharp yelp morphed into a trembling moan as Jayce’s hips were lifted further off the bed as he was speared open over and over. “Viktor-” he gasped out, looking up from under his eyelashes. “Viktor Viktor Viktor-”
Every moan was punched out of him, jolting his whole body as even the bed beneath the two protested. It squeaked with every few thrusts, but neither cared to slow down. Everything around them turned to blurs as the pleasure skyrocketed.
“Jayce.” Viktor moaned back, accent curling around the name as he panted. “You’re perfect. So good for me, my love. Mmn- fuck just look at you…” he let out a wheezy breath, hips stuttering. The Czech man let out a deep, whimpered moan. Almost sounding hurt, before burying himself as deep as he possibly could, grinding in tight little circles. “Let me cum in you?” He begged.
Jayce wrapped his entire body around Viktor, hands reaching for the other’s ass. Both hands found their mark, pulling forward and getting Viktor as close as possible without any pain.
“Viktor, please—”
With the new angle, it was hard to pull out any further than an inch at most. But they made it work. Short, fast, desperate humps of Viktor’s hips met Jayce’s ass, before he gave one last deep thrust and went still. A violent shudder went down his spine as he spilled inside of his lover and Jayce couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Viktor throbbing inside him. It made his eyes roll back as his cunt clenched around nothing and came for the final time, giving a pathetic ooze of slick.
The two laid there panting, Viktor all but collapsed atop Jayce while still balls deep. The Piltovan’s limbs, that were once wrapped tightly around his lover, now limp as the rest of his body.
“Happy birthday.” Viktor mumbled into Jayce’s chest, face completely smothered.
A snort escaped him at the sight. “Thanks.”
After they had caught their breath, the Czech man slowly pulled out and shuddered, making a quiet noise of overstimulation before laying beside Jayce instead of on top. Lifting an arm, he signaled for the other man to get closer. And he did.
Jayce plastered himself against his lover, sighing contentedly. A nice shower and clean up would be necessary, but right now both were content to just lay there holding each other.
“I have another set being commissioned, by the way.”
Viktor made a noise of intrigue and then pressed a kiss to his lover’s head. “Jayce Talis, you will be the death of me.” He sighed, then smiled.
“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”