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A record player murmers in the living room, its music seeping into the narrow hallways and into the bedroom of Jayce and Viktor’s Topside apartment.
“Such a shame Vander’s not able to join.” Viktor says, voice light as his fingers works patiently at undressing Silco’s handsome clothes. He leans in at the first chance, soft lips brushing Silco’s pale curve where neck meets shoulder on the older man, lingering for effect. Not quite a kiss, but a promise. The game has begun. The burgundy waistcoat comes off delicately before it’s put on the nearby dresser.
“Believe me, he wanted to be here,” Silco assures, voice smoky and tantalizing. “But the life of a bartender doesn’t stop, especially on nights like this.”
His hand catches Viktor’s chin, their game already begun from the moment he stepped over the apartment’s threshold. His eyes hover on the lips, teases but never touches completely. Excitement goes through Viktor’s spine. He doesn’t show it the excitement it brings him, knowing Silco likes to play a game of... Let's call it: charades. A game to tease and play, a game of push and pull and make the other crumble under one’s touch of power.
But it’s not just the two of them.
Jayce steps out from the adjoined bathroom, looking ready and deliciously naked. A wonder to lay one’s eyes on. Handsome and almost cut from sunkissed marble. The scars on chest tell a story Silco is especially excited about. A story he’ll tell with Viktor.
His eyes take in the sight of Jayce bit by remarkable bit until they land on the soft bush of curls that trails up to Jayce’s navel. A cunt he fondly remembers from previous visits. To think he’d have these two all to himself tonight was a salivating treat.
Restraint keeps him occupied, snapping him back to the room. Jayce’s nimble fingers help him with the buttons. What a luxury to have not one, but two help him eagerly with his clothes.
“Your smell is so captivating.” Viktor’s words set Silco’s nerves alight with want. Want to touch Viktor, to have him in his hands, on his lips, on his skin, lick him taste him, feel him. His lips grazing the shell of his ear while slender hands feel him up. “Have you tried a new cologne?”
Indeed, he has, and without showing, Silco can feel himself hardening in his pants as his choice of scent is making Viktor more desperate for closeness. In his wildest imagination, upon meeting the pair, he’s still surprised how caring Jayce is. A gentle giant after all, compared to Viktor, who could barely contain his own carnal greed.
A hard cock is pressed against his back while Viktor’s hands are roaming closer to the hem of his pants, pants that Jayce’s hands are already working on to undo.
“It’s a special evening after all.” Silco smirks, his own hand slipping into Viktor’s chestnut hair and holding on with clean possession. He wants Viktor’s tongue down his throat, be one with him and his youth, share it, devour it, maybe even become one. What a shame Vander isn’t here tonight.
Self-assured golden eyes watch him, and he weakens in his grip to let Viktor dive in for the evening’s first kiss. As if the young man could read his mind. But he can’t moan. Not yet. He’ll let Viktor do that first, fall into his possession so easily. The tongues meet and linger, a quiet struggle for dominance, each daring the other to give voice first.
A sudden coolness hits his naked thighs, pants pulled down with great care as Jayce’s breath ghosts over his skin. Awkwardly he can feel the graze of the fabric tickle his cock, still hidden by underwear. It sends a shiver up his spine, and he loses the round against Viktor by uttering the first moan. Something presses up against his groyne, and he has to break the sweet connection from Viktor’s lips to see what takes all his focus.
“I never imagined you being so sensitive,” Viktor’s voice drags over his skin as he looks down his front. Jayce’s face nuzzles his cock, pants around his ankles. Releasing the heavy breath from his throat he feels the throbbing in his underwear as Jayce’s nose drags over his sensitive cock. Not entirely hard yet, but slowly getting there.
Jayce never plays the same kind of game as Viktor does. He makes those pretty little noises. Pleasure running through Silco’s muscles as he teases the hemline, slowly dragging the underwear down the cock.
Restraint! Silco tries his darndest to keep his voice to himself as lips begin to kiss his cock, licking it, teasing it. Jayce’s small pleasurable noises are enough to make Silco want more. More noises that tell him he can still send someone over the line through pleasure alone. He can still do it. Still powerful. Still capable. A hot tongue explores the tip of the wrinkled cockhead, digging, wanting to feel the throbbing on his tongue once buried in his mouth.
“You’re hungry big boy.” Silco stutters at Jayce, his fingers finding Jayce’s smooth hair and grabbing on, controlling the speed as Jayce’s delicious lips drags down his hardening cock.
While Jayce is busy with his cock Viktor gropes him, skin upon skin, craving and takes with greed. Nails digging, scraping turning pale to superficial red lines. Viktor’s cock pokes into his back, wanting more, wanting his constant attention. And he’ll give it. Just a tease. With a slight twist he finds Viktor’s cock. His thumb dragging over the crease of the head, smearing the drip with the precome Viktor’s already leaking. A hitch in his muscles but not a single sound leaves Viktor, although it does earn him a smirk. And Silco doesn’t miss it.
“On the bed, boy.” Silco utters at Viktor and stops Jayce’s movement, sliding him off his cock. A whine escapes the large man. The cock pops out, falls onto Jayce’s face and he attempts one last lick before he’s ordered upwards. “Good boy,” Silco coos as Jayce finds his way to the bed: a vast sprawling island of Topside-white that looks too clean for what’s about to happen.
A stumble behind him shatters the moment. Silco feels Viktor’s grip on his shoulder tighten. He doesn’t need to look down to know: he’s not wearing his leg brace, of course he isn’t. The poor boy. Silco puts a halt to the charades. Kicking away his discarded clothes, he turns, his hands moving with new, quiet gravity as he maneuvers Viktor to the soft mattress.
Viktor crawls up on the bed. Like a stalking lioness he crawls over Jayce’s body, lying ready underneath him like a scrumptious meal to tear into. Their lips connect and Silco hears the first moans from Viktor. They are delicious and if he could, he’d collect them all in a jar for his own consumption. His own cock springing to life at the vision and something sinks in his pit. Whatever it is he can’t decide if he wants to call it jealousy or belonging. All he knows is that he wants to pick Viktor for himself. It feels so right when he climbs onto the bed and begins to leave kisses on Viktor’s protruding spine. Around the small bolts keeping it in place. Poor boy, he thinks and makes sure his hands pull Viktor closer. Even though their game is a constant pull and push of who will crumble first, he tugs Viktor towards himself, mine.
Another whine leaves Jayce when Viktor pulls away, looking at Silco. His large hands run up and down Viktor’s slender arms, begging for more. His eyes are as big as saucers and wanting attention. And Silco spots it quickly.
“So impatient, aren’t you?” Silco smirks, pleased to see the boy, the whole Topside’s Golden Boy can be lessened to a begging mewling mess. It’s endearing that he can turn him into such a puddle of want.
“Please, someone fuck me.” His voice catches.
“Polite, aren’t we?” Silco’s voice turns to a smooth dark honey, “well, I can’t say ‘no’ to someone so well-mannered. What do you say, Viktor. Doesn’t a good boy like Jayce deserve a reward for such … grace?” still a hint of dangerous reward lurking in his words. Even Viktor’s face falls into mischief when he turns away from Silco’s possessive eyes. He knows it full well. He’s not going to let this be an easy win for Jayce. But with Jayce, Viktor is different.
Viktor climbs closer to Jayce’s face, his cock hovering until it pokes upwards, just over Jayce’s face. “Are you hungry, Jayce?” He finds Jayce’s hands and pins them to the pillows. Jayce nods encouragingly, tongue licking his lips, as he can feel his cunt throb with want, to be used, to feel loved and wanted. “Open up for me,” Viktor coos and Jayce’s mouth opens wide, tongue out and excited for a cock in it.
Moans and hums leave Jayce excitedly as Viktor grinds a rhythm into his oral cavern.
Down between his legs Silco can see Jayce’s open cunt throb, his small cock dripping with want and desperation. With a proper adjustment Silco gives his own cock a few tugs. It’s hard and full of anticipation, oh how he can’t wait for it to be enveloped in Jayce’s warm walls. The walls’ tightening grip, the pleasure, the euphory! But not just yet.
He’s not against the stimulation, the teasing. In fact, he’s all for it. And Jayce has proven himself willing enough to do a good job without being asked. He deserves the ultimate stimulation. He licks two of his fingers, wet and slippery, before dragging them through Jayce’s lower lips. Splitting and pressuring around the small cockhead, that leaves Jacye in a clench of pleasure. Silco smiles, grins even when he reprises his movements a few times with a differentiating pace.
“So sensitive,” he says, knowing Jayce’s mouth is occupied by Viktor’s shallow thrusts to answer. He can only take the fingers, rolling and pressuring until Silco pulls them out. The whine and clenching muscles are a clear indicator he liked it and is sad to see the fingers go. His curls give a neat shine of slick coming from his cunt.
Sensitive.
But not sensitive enough.
He moves closer, guiding his own cock closer to the thick curls and lets it graze Jayce’s smaller trembling one. A shuddering goes through Jayce the same second they touch. And Silco feels power run in his veins. He begins to fuck Jayce in between his folds, sending shudder after shudder through the Golden Boy. Fucking Topside’s favourite boy was probably the most exhilarating he felt ever. And he’s barely inside the poor boy.
Silco’s own cockhead makes its appearance between his fingers and Jayce’s folds, wet and happy, grinding up against the small cock, forcing pleasure though Jayce, straining and seeking more and more euphoric pleasure. He’s pleased to have taken precaution for tonight. He was not going to let himself come only once. Being older than the two boys had limited him to only one orgasm the other times they met. But not tonight. He had plans to have these two all to himself, now that Vander was busy.
Jayce’s slick is all over his thighs and Silco’s hand. Viktor’s hips are going at it, feeding Jayce a deep thrusting and long deep pauses, as he tells him to breathe through his nose. But Jayce is compliant. He lets Viktor hold onto his wrists, even though he could easily break free. Completely willing to be used.
With a move of his hand Silco guides his cock to Jayce’s throbbing cunt. Dragging it painfully slow between the outer folds. Sweet relief as he nestles inside the tight velvet walls. The soft muscles in Jayce’s legs shake as Silco’s punishingly slow ministrations send him to a torturous bliss. Any attempts at a coherent sound breaks into a series of jagged whimpers that find no purchase in the air. All to Silco’s pleasure his own cock twitching at seeing the boy so uncomposed with his pleading needs; he has the boy where he wants him, writhing and begging. Thriving on the desperate sounds deep in Jayce’s throat trying to make themselves known. Only just the tip grazes his insides, only just giving him a taste of what it would be to be filled from both ends. But then he stops. The utter ruin of a boy so favourable by the city, ruined by my hand, Silco thinks to himself with a dark smirk and a rolling laughter in his chest. His cock bathes in Jayce’s salivating slick. Legs trying to control themselves but failing in violent tremors to Silco’s torturous teasing. Thinking the poor boy can’t handle more waiting to know what it truly means to be stuffed in both ends, he aligns his own weeping cock to Jayce’s velvet soft cunt. And then he stalls.
It has given Silco an idea. Jayce’s whimpering is heaven sent and Silco restrains himself for a minute, not pushing into the twitching cunt, when he pats Viktor on his waist. Viktor turns his head slightly. “Pull out of him. Let him breathe.”
Jayce’s moans are gurgling and devouring. He does give a series of coughs as Viktor does as Silco commands.
“Do you have an idea?” Viktor asks, curious to why Silco suddenly interrupts him fucking Jayce’s mouth. But Silco nods.
Jayce is only half present, not hearing what either of them are saying until Viktor’s eyes are on him again. He just gets a soft pat on his cheek, a nuzzling thumb on his cheek before VIktor inserts his cock in his mouth again. At the same time he feels his lower body fill with a long waited stretch from Silco thick cock. So much more than a tip, so much more than his fingers, Jayce’s legs curl upwards and outwards to invite him closer and deeper.
“How does he look?” Silco asks.
Viktor looks down at Jayce, watching his eyes roll upwards in bliss. “I think he wants you to move.” He chuckles lightly and with fingers around the small cock, Silco begins to thrust. This is what he’s waited for. To fuck the wonder boy, the puppy of Piltover.
He sets off with a growing pace, keeping it smooth in his rolls, increasing the speed until his balls hit against Jayce’s cheeks. Aside from the pleasure building, Silco is nothing but a huffing mess, until he fucks hard into Jayce. Moans cascades from Jayce’s fucked up throat, sound that transcends into Viktor’s own pleasure of vibrations going through his sensitive cock.
“Fuck-” Viktor moans as he fucks deeper into Jayce’s mouth, bringing saliva all over Jayce’s jaw, along the sounds of choking. “I’m gonna come,” he shudders and suddenly his hips stop thrusting, pushing, shooting cum down Jayce’s warm throat.
Moans and whines carry into the bedroom, while the only other sound is of Silco’s thrusting hips hitting punishingly on Jayce’s skin and exposed cunt. With a cock still down his throat, Jayce’s body tenses with each gulp of Viktor’s cum. He clenches hard around Silco. A bitten back moan tries to fight its way out of his throat. He can feel it on the way Jayce tightens and clamps down on Silco. He is so close. Then let me help him come. His fingers find Jayce’s small cock and get to work. A secure rhythm of wiping his fingers from side to side, grazing the poor nub of nerves, Silco conjures the first squirt from Jayce’s taut muscles, releasing the mixtures all over them, spraying with release and relief.
But then he can’t ignore the pleasure anymore. He can’t ignore he’s about to come. With only Vander as a lover for years, he savoured his orgasms as they grew fewer and fewer. But not tonight. With the help of a single pill for the special occasions he was taking every advantage he could with these two. With the rapid thrusts he can feel his vision going white, his mind blank for a long moment as he spills inside of Jayce’s warm cunt. All restraint disappears for a second when he collapses with a throaty laugh.
Viktor pulls out of Jayce. He swallows the excess cum before taking a massive breath. His chest rising and falling trying to gain control again. Still floating on a blissful cloud he comes back to the room. “What happened?”
Having moved away from Jayce’s face, Viktor bends down and plants a kiss to Jayce’s forehead. “I came, you came, Silco came. Was it good?”
Jayce giggles and nods, “it was great.” And then his eyes suddenly focus, “we’re not done, are we?”
Viktor quickly pulls a look from Silco, who smiles, pleased. He turns back and shakes his head, “no, not quite. Are you ready for more?”
“Give me a second. Can I have some water?” He looks to the side of the bed. Glasses of water are waiting to be drunk. Tremors betrays his body as Jayce tries to sit up against the bedframe. Still reeling from the pleasure, he drinks the water slowly.
In the meantime, Viktor crawls over to Silco. Getting up on his knees, he watches Silco closely. “I thought you were an old man.” His hand searches for Silco’s sensitive cock, still rockhard and wanting attention.
Silco grins and lets Viktor rub languid moves up and down his member. “I thought you were young.” He finds Viktor’s cock, half hard from just coming down Jayce’s throat. It feels good. Wet and throbbing with want.
Their game is back on. With both of them just coming, it’s practically a tie between them.
Viktor dives in. His lips finding the nape, kissing his neck while Silco tenses. He’s too close to the throat, but he can’t … Viktor’s left hand finds the other side of his neck. Silco swallows thickly. No this is too close. He might have forgiven the choking he once experienced, one too many times, keeping him down under, almost drowning, in the murky waters. Viktor’s too close. He can feel his whole body tensing in fear, with Viktor coming closer from one side to the other.
He stops Viktor.
“No. Not the throat.” His voice is authoritative and strict.
Viktor’s gaze darts over Silco’s face. His wrist caught in a strong hand, until Silco realises he’s holding onto Viktor’s wrist.
“No throat then,” Viktor promises, his hand relaxed, letting Silco return to the room.
Once back Silco takes a deep breath and cradles Vitkor’s neck with both his own hands, pulling him into a kiss. Is it really so simple? I say no and he complies? And it is so easy, his skin calls for Viktor. I want this boy. He makes me feel wanted again.
Viktor’s hands are on his wrists, holding on, letting Silco devour him bit by bit.
Then songs of euphoria bursts from Viktor as he’s held from behind as well. Viktor moans into his mouth as Jayce’s hands are on him with a tentative touch.
Suddenly Viktor’s face is turning away, taking in the pleasure in Jayce’s neck kisses and roaming hands over his brace-free-back, and Silco feels anger wash through him. He’s hungry for this young boy and Jayce has the audacity to intervene. Viktor deserves the pleasure, but it’s almost nervewracking that Viktor doesn’t sound like that due to only Silco’s touch and ministrations.
Silco’s hand rushes to Viktor’s cock, warm and wanting for his touch, a hitched breath goes through the young man as his adorers are busy giving all their attention to him. A smirk forms on his lips when Viktor begins to moan in tandem with his languid strokes. His mind completely out of sync, not knowing if to play restraint or give moans, his body begins to shift in between whether he should or shouldn’t say anything. His whimpers are angelic and intoxicating and Silco pulls closer to Viktor, wanting to drink up every single moan that falls from his lips. But then Jayce steals Viktor away, locking him in a series of kisses and Silco strokes faster and tighter around his cock.
With shakes Viktor begins to thrust into Silco’s hand, wanting release.
“So desperate to come, aren’t you? Are you thinking about me? Imagining how I would feel deep inside of you?” Silco smirks at Viktor, who breaks away from Jacye.
“Shut up,” Viktor grins back, holding onto Silco’s shoulders until he cradles his neck and cums all over Silco’s lower body. A broken cry fights its way out of him until he turns to jellied muscles and bones.
Barely keeping upstanding he clings to Silco. Fingers digging into his shoulders, fighting to keep upstanding as the jumps in his muscles seizes.
A smile dances over Silco’s face, a caring one. He holds onto Viktor, gentle and patient for him to return to the bed. “Would you like some water?” He asks, their game paused for the moment. There’s no bettering, no time of lasting longer than the other. No restraint to uphold.
Viktor knows better than to refuse the water, and that not long after a glass comes into his hands with Jayce’s aid.
“Are you feeling alright?” Jayce asks Viktor once he’s done with the water.
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
“What is your colour?” Silco asks. His chest warms from within, but stirring anxiously at what Viktor might say. He just came twice within a short span. Silco wasn’t ready for him to call it quits. He needed to be inside of him, feeling every single muscle of Viktor clamp down and squeeze him dry. He’d be damned if he only got to fuck Jayce tonight.
“Green,” Viktor exhales as he turns to watch Silco. There’s a pause, then Viktor’s eyes fall into a mischievous look, “what? Did you expect that to be it?”
“No,” he lies, shoulders relaxing, “I’m only making sure you can handle tonight.”
And the game is back on.
Swiftly Silco’s hand is behind Viktor’s neck dragging him close. Mine. His chest heats up, teeth clash and tongue fight for the taste of winning. Even his own cock jumps with hunger as Viktor’s scent of metal and cotton is so vivid in his nostrils. More. It is intoxicating. But he has to stand back. He still wants Viktor to himself, but he wants him mewling and squirming when he fucks him.
He pulls him away, a shocked noise escapes the younger one, which only pleases Silco.
“Have you had enough?” Viktor asks, fingers dancing on Silco’s cock it makes him wince. He must contain himself.
“Fuck him.” Silco bites, “I want to see you lose your composure fucking the Golden Boy.” Viktor’s eyes are on him, scanning for something he can’t quite determine. A trick? A promise? But he can’t spot it.
Jayce seems to be exultant with Viktor giving him attention again. A giggle even twinkles between them and suddenly Jayce is on his back with Viktor on top of him, giggling as well. It is a pang through his heart to see Viktor so full of glee with his partner. A pang of not unexpectedness, but maybe a sort of jealousy that Silco wasn’t granted in his youth. Albeit Vander is gentle, and caring, turned from red to green flags through communication over the years. But this. This seems so much easier than anything he ever had.
Kisses rain over Viktor’s face until he breaks free from Jayce’s embrace, only to trail down Jayce’s strong upper body and Viktor is finally on his knees. Ever so slightly, Jayce adjusts, opening up, so there’s better room for Viktor between his legs.
“Are you watching?” Viktor asks Silco. Then he checks again. Caught in his mind, Silco is staring, trapped in thought he can’t get out of. “Come here,” Viktor guides, bringing Silco out of his mental prison and calls him closer. He shakes his head and hovers just behind Viktor’s pale body. His beautiful skin is like an inverted night sky of stars all over his flesh. He brings his lips to his left shoulder, before he suddenly feels a set of lips caress his cheek. He is back.
“Are you ready, boy?” Silco asks Jayce who seems to be gleaming at the sight of the two men between his legs. A huff of a chuckle leaves Silco, and he turns his attention down Viktor’s body. A pale and red cock waiting to be inserted. “Pretty. Tease him a bit first.” And so Viktor does.
Inching closer there’s no denying Jayce will squirm as the tip of the cock will drag between the puffy folds of Jayce’s cunt.
A long needy whine sings from Jayce’s throat as Viktor drags his red-headed cock through his highly sensitive folds. With Silco already having fucked him, the squirms are objectively more active than before.
“Put it in, put it in, put it in!” he begs falling over the words, because it cannot go fast enough.
“You better do as he says,” Silco leans in, his words prickling like needlepoints against the shell of his ear. Every low frequency of dark silk is pulling at him until Viktor has to swallow back a moan. Biting his lip hard before he pushes his cock inside of Jayce with fervor.
He can barely contain the bliss of being hugged so tightly within Jayce. Sure, Jayce might be tactile and give hugs when excited, but none of that compares to the way he envelopes his rock hard twitching cock. A stuttering laugh escapes as they both settle for a moment.
“Well done, see how he revels on your cock. Why don’t you go all the way inside? See how that makes him feel.” Silco coos and urges Viktor deeper. Even Viktor’s breath gasps at the muscles around him when Jayce’s legs can’t stop quivering.
Doing everything I tell him to, how wonderful. Power rises within him as he watches Viktor remain deep in Jayce, waiting for a command.
“Fuck him. Let him feel you thoroughly.”
Viktor has to control his own breathing as his hips begin to roll so very controlled. Mindful of Silco’s orders.
Pushes in, drags-out, pushes in, drags-out. All blood is rushing downwards to Viktor’s cock, to Silco’s cock, dripping heavily from the tips.
“Can you feel my cum inside of him?” Silco’s silky voice hums as Viktor concentrates. The thought alone to be pushing around Silco’s white thick cum inside Jayce makes Viktor give a small squeal.
“Cum in me, Viktor-” Jayce whimpers from the pillow.
“You heard him, boy. Topside’s Golden Boy wants you desperately to fuck all sense out of him. He deserves that. He’s been so patient.”
“Yes-” Viktor exhales and speeds up. For better increased speed he adjusts, climbing over Jayce’s body once more and rolls his hips with a higher pace, eliciting moans and whines from the man underneath him.
Silco’s hands are all over Viktor. Groping, admiring, feeling, nipping, pinching, his pale skin while lips kiss the top of his spine. Then a wet hand seeks downwards, caressing his right cheek before it finds a home at the end of his perineum. A gasp comes faster than he can hide it away. A single finger plays with his ass. Testing the waters. The tightness before it finds a good tension. And Viktor knows what Silco is planning.
“Keep going. You’re doing so well.” Silco calms before he judges he can insert another finger and Viktor has to stop. He stops mid thrust. His muscles slowly give room to Silco’s fingers, undulating in and out of him. “I didn’t tell you to stop. I want you to fuck him and my fingers at the same time.”
“I can’t.”
“Colour?”
“Green,” Viktor tells. The trouble is not as much as he wants to slow down. The trouble is the pleasure is blindingly good. Even when Jayce is telling him to breathe, he is. He is breathing, and reveling in the feeling until Silco removes his fingers. “No, put them in.” His voice begs, but Silco pulls him up to his lips, thrusting into Jayce in the movement. But his lips never touch Viktor’s. Fingers holds onto his throat, lips ghosts over lips as Silco speaks.
“I told you to fuck him and my fingers. You think you can take a break?”
He’s practically trying to taste Silco’s lips through his words, but it’s never enough.
“It felt so good.”
“I can make you feel better. Want better, boy?”
He can see it in Viktor’s eyes, he does. Desperately. But his iron grip doesn’t let Viktor nod, only his words will suffice.
“Yes, please.”
“Then you will fuck yourself on my fingers as you fuck Jayce, understood?”
“Yes-”
“And then, once I’m satisfied, you will have my cock.”
Warm breath escapes him, his eyes dilating, and excitement fills him to the brim. “Yes.”
“What’s my name?” He demands, slinking his free hand down between Viktor’s cheeks again.
A shiver of euphoria runs through Viktor’s spine, “Silco.”
Silco smiles and inserts two fingers again.
“Good boy.”
He lets go of Viktor, denying him even a shallow touch of his lips and Viktor rocks his hips. The double stimulation hits by turning his spine to mush. Boneless. He has to fight against it. He knows just as well as Silco how much he wants to be penetrated by that rock hard cock. He has to go through it.
Jayce, think of Jayce. His whimpering has lessened. That won’t do. Focus on that.
Hips gains the control of the rubbery spine, and he manages to fuck Jayce once again. Slowly, but surely, the small noises Jayce can’t contain from sheer pleasure are out and music to Viktor’s ears.
The fingers inside of him stretch in each direction, scissoring him open, and then he can feel a third finger stretch him even more. He grinds down on it, wanting the fingers to go deeper. There’s no denying he has lost the game of charades against Silco, but if it will put him in this situation, he doesn’t mind. He wants them both.
His neck dips as the three fingers pull out. Forehead on Jayce’s stomach he can barely lift it. That is… until he feels something soft push past the rim. A jolt of electricity goes through his spine, forcing him up and into Silco’s embrace.
“There, you are-” He hums at Silco. Reveling at the thick cock nestled deep inside of him, feeling how it makes a home for itself by shaping his insides. The thought alone of only Silco’s cock granting him pleasure makes his own twitch.
“Here I am.” Silco smirks and pushes Viktor down on Jayce, caging him in with his arms and begins to fuck him, fucking Jayce. The pill’s endurance gives him the strength that he needs to make them both whimper in bliss and stimulation.
“What’s my name?” Silco commands.
“Silco-” Viktor manages as the sensation overtakes him. The way Jayce’s walls are hugging him, daring contraction with each thrust, and Silco’s cock inside, stretching him out to a wonderful size has his mind in the clouds. There’s nothing he can do but let Silco fuck him, and he wants nothing else. Strong hips hitting his ass cheeks with a nice consistent plapping. Just like Silco wants him.
Mine, mine, mine.
Greed is flooding his mind as he steals Viktor’s breath away. Fucking them both through Viktor, he can’t wait to tell about this to Vander later. He wants more.
With Viktor as good as immobile, succumbing to Silco’s wiles and hard exultant thrusts, Jayce finds him, lips on his forehead. But there’s nothing more Viktor can do. Already two orgasms in this one will do him in for sure, he just knows it. He can’t figure out when he lost the game against Silco, but he loves that he lost.
Silco pushes down on Viktor’s waist and fucks him deep and hard.
“Faster,” Viktor tries, his words muffled in overstimulated nonsense, and Silco can only take that to heart.
Beneath him, both of the young men moan in the same thrusts.
More! More! More!
His hips turn to a rapid snapping against Viktor’s skin.
Something clamps down on Viktor’s cock, remembering he’s still inside of Jayce, and he’s coming. The sporadic contracting and relaxing of muscles, turns their legs wet in his orgasms, forcing Viktor to come as well. No hindrance it all comes out, meddling with the remnants of Silco’s spend from before.
Arms wrap around Viktor while Silco takes his last free run before he presses deep inside of Viktor’s insides. His balls tight and nestled among the soft cheeks on either side, pulsing, pushing, demanding the cum deep inside of Viktor, making a claim to his ass as his property to fuck.
Mine.
They all lie in a tumble of arms and legs. Minds foggy and cloudy from coming hard and long. Even Silco, collapsed on top of Viktor’s boneless body, he leaves kisses on that pale skin.
Air returns slowly to their lungs. Movement comes back to their lifeless limbs, and their skin feels sticky from sweat and spend. A little woozy, Silco spots the prepared cloths and filled basin and begins to work. After having cleaned himself, he returns to the bed, helping Viktor up on his knees and then down on his back next to Jayce. Words mumbling from him with no coherence. Silco tends to Viktor, cleans him carefully while leaving pressed kisses to his skin and pressure from his hands.
Jayce tends to himself before returning to the bed with water for them all. Both of them refresh while they wait for Viktor to come to his senses.
A plaid nestles over Silco’s shoulder, and to his surprise, Jayce had got it for him. He then proceeds to wrap a plaid over Viktor, and then himself. Always so tender.
They sit on the bed, both full of protection for their boy. Not quite asleep, not quite awake, Viktor rests clean on the bedding. Soft touches waves over Viktor’s ruffled hair, full of devotion.
“He’s a lovely specimen.” Silco says for Jayce to catch. “Quite unlike anyone I’ve ever met.”
“I know.” Jayce agrees. Viktor is his whole life. He might be the face of Progress, but if the city really knew Viktor was his drive, his motivation to work so hard, they would all lose their minds.
“You’re lucky to have him.”
And Jayce can’t help but agree.
Their conversation stagnates and the room is filled with Viktor’s deep breathing.
Both of them feel a sense of ownership to the young man, but in different ways. Maybe a topic a bit too tender to dissect right here, Silco thinks.
“I know you like him more than you like me.” Jayce suddenly says, cutting Silco’s thought right there. Surprised is mild when he turns his focus to the larger man. He doesn’t look away from Viktor. Silco had never guessed Jayce was so direct. “I don’t blame you,” it comes before he can even intervene.
“Is that a problem?” Silco dares. If Jayce can be direct, then so can he.
“No, not at all. He speaks very highly of you. I don’t think you know how much you mean to him as well. When he first suggested this activity, he was mostly focused on you. I think we spoke about it for an hour before he even mentioned Vander.”
“I see.” He says to fill the silence, letting his thoughts settle. Viktor had spoken of him first before ever mentioning Vander for their arrangement. “What else did he say?” He can’t help himself. What does Viktor tell Jayce about him?
Jayce takes a breath, pulling the plaid closer, “he doesn’t say it outright, but I think he sees something very sturdy in you. Something he can lean into and be safe in. Whenever you have your restraint-challenge-thing between the two of you I can see it. You’re challenging him, but he’s copying you.” Maybe Jayce is right, maybe it is a challenge, how had he not seen it as Viktor copying him? No, he’s not copying me. That’s his own guards up. Maybe they are just much more similar in ways he’s not similar with Vander.
“You don’t fancy me as much as you fancy Vander, am I right?” Silco shifts the conversation and Jayce smiles, unable to hide the truth.
“True. I am a bit of a size enthusiast. And even though I love Viktor, there’s just something about a big man who can hold me down, and squeeze me. I love it.” He chuckles and Silco can’t help but grin at the imagery. Jayce is a big man, and with such enthusiasm, it is much more fun when Vander can fill him up nicely and make him dream with open eyes.
On the bed, Viktor stirs. Their attention quickly diverts to the tired man. Smiles meet him awake. His head is still fuzzy and full of bliss, but he’s half awake after all.
“Hi,” he whispers, meeting their gazes one after another.
“Hi,” the say back. “Are you feeling alright?” Jayce is quickly asking. Viktor looks up at Jayce by his head.
“Yes, I think I blacked out for a moment, but I am fine.”
“Do you want to sit up?” Silco asks. Viktor still looks to be comfortable underneath the plaid of Talis red, a clear tell of who he belongs to. A claim Silco can never truly fight against, no matter how hard and clever he tries to.
Viktor shakes his head but calls Jayce closer to his head. A hand caresses his tousled hair, and suddenly, before Silco anticipates it, Viktor stretches out his hand for him, waiting for him to take it. Come, it says. It doesn’t need spoken words for Silco to understand.
With some adjustment he lays down next to Viktor. A deep sigh fills the air and Viktor finds rest in Silco’s warmth, and with Jayce’s fingers in his hair.
“You’re still hard.” Viktor tells Silco with equally and unspoken question, “do you need help taking care of it?”
But Silco chuckles, “I’ll leave that for Vander. Can’t let you have all the fun can I?” Viktor chuckles and falls asleep next to Silco, caught in bed and not going anywhere.