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Jayce’s forge was not a conducive environment for any work that wasn’t relevant to its function. But still, you found yourself here anyway, sitting on one of the workbenches with your legs crossed and a board over your lap to create a work surface upon which you were essentially doing nothing at this point.
It’s not like you could, not with the way your hands were shaking - you could barely hold up your screwdriver, much less use it on the tiny little screws holding your project together. There’s a reason, and unfortunately that reason is standing before you, bringing his hammer down on a glowing piece of metal that would be used for one of his future projects.
And fuck, was he sweaty. Sweaty and shirtless and glistening like some kind of deity, he turned to the side to bring the hammer aloft and-... Holy shit, his pecs just rippled. Is that normal? Is that a thing pecs just do? You can barely form a cohesive explanation in your head before he’s turning to look at you, swiping one forearm across his forehead to catch the droplets that threatened to fall in his eyes.
“You alright? Your hands are shaking.”
“Just the heat, I think.”
Your voice cracks, and you feel a rush of embarrassment as you look down at your hands. Even Jayce had noticed. Maybe you should leave - he’d only asked you to be here in case he needed an extra set of hands, but perhaps you could make some excuse otherwise.
“Oh, here. Sorry, I didn’t even think about it - guess I’m just used to it.”
Jayce is too close now, even looking down you can see the lower muscles of his stomach. He’s holding a metal bottle out to you, and you realize that it’s water, judging by the condensation on the outside. Your hands curl around it, carefully avoiding his own, and he apologizes before you can bring it to your mouth.
“I drank out of it already, sorry. I’m not… sick or anything, brushed my teeth and all that.”
Gods, you can’t even look him in the eye as you bring it to your mouth and take a quick sip - it’s blissfully cold, and you can feel your heartbeat beginning to slow back down with every second you pointedly avoid looking at the way his waist tapered into a faint v-shape.
Your pulse skyrockets again, and you decide that it’s time to leave. Finally, forcing yourself to do it more out of politeness than actually wanting to do it, you look Jayce in the eye as you hold the water back out to him, “I think I might head back to the lab, see what Viktor’s got going on. I’m not sure I can handle the heat like you can.”
The implication is there that you’re talking of more than the temperature, but without the context you know Jayce won’t pick up on it. Instead, his eyebrows raise as he holds a hand up - his bicep flexes with the movement and you quickly take another sip of water to soothe your suddenly-dry throat.
“Just a while longer and I’ll be done - then I’ll walk back with you, alright?”
Every bone in your body is telling you to get the hell out of here before you say something stupid, before Jayce notices that your hands are shaking because you want to sink your fingers into every muscle on his back. You’re on thin ice with how your eyes travel over him when he turns away, his shoulders straightening just a bit more while he walks.
“You know,” Jayce’s voice calls from where he was standing at the bellows, getting ready to stoke the furnace once more to begin another round of your peep show, “You’re probably too warm because you’re wearing too many layers.”
You try not to think about that too much, but your brain nearly screams that he’s telling you to undress. Instead of following your ridiculous impulses, you gesture to your chest with a wave of your hand and call back, “I’m not wearing layers, Jayce. Just my shirt and pants.”
There’s a long stretch of silence where you think the conversation is done and he’s gotten your point, and then amber eyes are looking at you from across the room in the shadow of the forge.
“Do what you need to - R-Really, I don’t mind.”
Holy fuck, you swear under your breath as he turns on his heel. Your mind races, bouncing back and forth between simply leaving the forge and sprinting as far away as possible, or calling Jayce’s bluff and whipping your shirt off. It’s not like you’re wearing nothing, your bra is decently modest enough that Jayce won’t get too much of an eyeful, but…
But you want him to, you decide as you set your lap board on the table next to you and get down from the desk. Removing your shirt is done in one swift movement, and you can’t deny that the sudden air on your sweaty skin feels amazing. Feeling a bit less shaky, you turn your back to him and begin working once more.
The sound of the chain stopping well before the forge is hot enough tells you that Jayce has noticed your nearly-bare torso and he’s either staring in shock or - and you hope it’s this one - he’s looking at you the way you’d been eating him alive with just your eyes.
With a little extra confidence from his reaction, you reach a bit further across the desk than you needed to in order to pick up your tool bag and switch your screwdriver out for a small wrench. It lengthens you, maybe a bit-too-obviously showing the curve of your waist to your hip, the line of your arm as it extends.
There’s a clatter at your back and a quick swear, and you can’t help but feel just a bit satisfied at that response. Might as well milk it, see where this leads, because a threshold has been crossed and you don’t want to step back from it. You stop to bring a hand to the nape of your neck, swiping the sweat-slicked baby hairs to fall in line with the rest and leave your neck completely open to… well, the air, if Jayce didn’t do anything about it.
Suddenly, Jayce nearly barks your name, and when you glance at him over your shoulder he’s leaning his hands against the massive anvil and suspiciously keeping himself there. His eyes are burning as he looks you over, and with a bit of a sly smile you turn and lean your lower back on the desk to give him a better view.
“You need something, Jayce?”
“Yeah, that uh… second set of hands you’re supposed to be here for, remember? Just need you to hold it steady while I hammer this out.”
You can hammer me out, you think to yourself as you cross the room and wait for him to situate the metal plate on the anvil and have you hold it still with the grips. Now you were treated to an eyeful, watching with bated breath as he raises his hammer above his head and you get to see every muscle of his chest in action up-close and person.
Internally you swear and hold the grips with a tighter hold just as he brings the hammer down and with a bit of vicious glee, you realize the recoil makes your chest bounce against the restraint of your bra - and Jayce notices too, judging by the way he hesitates to make the next strike.
“What are you waiting for?” You ask, feigning innocence like you don’t see his eyes watching your breasts in disbelief. His entire chest heaves with his long exhale and subsequent inhale, and then he’s raising the hammer again.
Jayce isn’t even looking at the metal, his eyes glued to your breasts as he brings the hammer down over and over without a thought - just hitting the sheet of metal for the sole purpose of making you nearly pop out of your bra.
You could easily fix it, tell him you need a moment and tuck yourself back inside, but now Jayce’s hands are the ones trembling as he catches the sight of your areolas just barely brushing over the cups. Maybe one or two more hits and Jayce would see what he’s so-obviously looking forward to.
“Gonna finish? You said this wouldn’t take long-”
“Give me a second,” Jayce hisses, pointedly turning back to the metal and bringing the hammer up again. You thought he’d given up for a split second, but as his arm came down, his eyes were already back on you. This strike was purposely much harder than all the ones previous.
“Fuck,” Jayce curses now, and the hammer hits the floor with a sharp crack against the tiles. You wait with baited breath and a carefully schooled expression as Jayce finished his thoughts, “Take it off. Please.”
There’s a taunt sitting on your tongue, but instead of letting it fly, you take pity on both Jayce and yourself. Your hands move behind your back, and the clasps are undone with deft fingers as your breasts are finally fully revealed to him. Jayce’s adam’s apple bobs as he takes you in, unashamedly looking at you like he’s trying to commit it to memory.
“I should have let you suffer, just like you’ve been doing to me,” You lean forward on the anvil with your hands, pushing your chest a bit more up and out with your arms as you do so.
Jayce’s voice is much lower when he responds, “It took you long enough. I’ve only been trying for hours.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t just leave,” You warn him, and his gaze sharpens at that, looking you in the eye through his lashes.
“I wouldn’t have let you. I’d have found some stupid excuse to keep you here. Can I… Can I touch you?”
Your answer is a nod, and within moments the sheet he’d been working on clatters to the floor as he pushes it off the anvil and you’re being lifted to sit in its place. Then he’s on you, wasting no time in kneading your flesh and taking a nipple into his mouth with a pleased groan. Yours matches as he pinches it between his teeth and tugs, soothing the sting immediately by brushing your nipple with the flat of his tongue.
His breath is almost soothing with how much cooler it is than the ambient temperature this close to the forge, and you do your best to coax more sighs from Jayce by digging your fingers into both his hair and his shoulder to pull him closer.
“Jayce,” you whine, just as he switches to your other breast and rubs his thumb over the nipple he’d just left - it’s sore already from his treatment, but you need more, “That feels so good.”
“Yeah?” His voice is breathless as he looks at you, eyes half-lidded and smoldering, “Got something else that’ll feel even better, if you want it.”
“Yes.”
You’re not sure there’s anything you’ve wanted more than what he’s trying to give you, and you pour everything into that one syllable. Jayce’s smile stops your breath for a moment - it cuts through the thick air and nearly blinds you with how brilliant it is. His entire face changes from something sharp and heated to almost giddy.
“Let me try something, and then I’ll take you back to my room and you can do whatever you want with me.”
That’s tempting, and at this point you’re so wound up you’ll do anything he asks just short of fucking you right in front of the council… and even then you’d probably give it a solid few minutes of thinking. Quickly, you nod and slide your hands off of him, and he’s grabbing at you to turn you around on the anvil.
“Lay back,” His voice is shaky as he commands you, and when you follow his instructions and shift your hips a bit further onto the metal surface, you realize that when you lay down your head is just off the side of the anvil - and level with his crotch.
“And uh… pull your pants down. Please.”
Oh, so that’s what he’s looking for. With no hesitation you’ve got your pants kicked off and Jayce is already reaching down your body to brush against your cunt with surprisingly gentle touches. He fumbles a bit before he finds your clit, rubbing it with long strokes between two of his fingers.
As he leans, his crotch is nearly brushing against your face, and you take the initiative to unbutton his pants and pull them down enough to free him - and hit yourself in the face with his cock. Jayce has stopped his movements, but you nudge his hand with your hips to make him rub at you again while you admire his dick.
It’s wider than you expected, but not long enough that you’ll have trouble taking it from this position. With that determination in mind, you guide the head of his cock to press against your lips. Jayce seems to feel the tap of your hand on his hip, because he’s moving forward and pushing into your mouth with the smallest groan, barely audible over the sound of the forge’s flames beginning to wane.
Jayce’s fingers fumble as he feels the first brush of your tongue, but to his credit he still tries to keep some semblance of rhythm. It’s not long before he’s getting almost too deep, the angle letting you open your throat just a bit wider but you have to really focus to prevent yourself from gagging on him.
But the flexing of your throat only seems to spur him on more, and before you realize it, your lips are at the base of his cock and your nose is pressed into his balls as he settles against you with a shaky moan of your name - it almost seems disbelieving, like he can’t fathom the way you purposefully swallow around his cockhead while it’s lodged in your throat.
“Gods, that feels incredible,” Jayce has all but abandoned the movements of his fingers, but you make up for it by rocking your hips - he at least keeps them rigid so you can ride them, “You’re amazing, holy shit.”
You want to laugh at him, but with him neatly thrusting into your throat and repeatedly cutting off your air supply, all you can do is breathe in time with it. Your nose tickles with every brush of his sac against it, the scent of his sweat and skin being all you can take in. Jayce gets a hold of himself enough to reach further between your legs to curl two fingers inside of you, and that is enough to bring a strangled moan from your throat, the sound repeatedly being cut off by his cock.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Jayce’s free hand grabs one of your nipples with little fanfare, tweaking your it between his fingers - you know you clenched around him, judging by his breathless laughter, “I can see my cock moving in your throat. I’m gonna cum - can I do it there?”
Jayce’s balls are already tightening as he asks, and you reach to pull his hips all the way into you as an answer - and Jayce doesn’t stand a chance against your writhing tongue and flexing throat. The sound he makes is absolutely ragged, echoing off the walls as he cums. It’s mostly incoherent, but you catch a few syllables of your name mixed in with his ecstasy.
Your pushing hands are more than enough of a sign for him to pull from your mouth, and he haphazardly tucks himself in his pants quickly. With a bit of awkwardness due to you still being upside down, he bends to kiss you with complete disregard to the fact that you definitely taste like his dick.
“Hey, let’s get you back dressed, someone definitely heard me and I’m not going to stand for anyone else seeing you like this,” Jayce’s tone is firm, and you blink at him a few times before he helps you sit up. It doesn’t take long to get dressed, thanks to your lack of layers, and Jayce has already started shutting the forge down before you even started.
As you’re buttoning your pants, Jayce steps into your space. He cups your jaw with his large palms and kisses you with a bit too much teeth from his obvious excitement. It’s startling, but you fell into step with one another soon enough that you’re nearly worked back up again.
Then, to your temporary disappointment, Jayce is pulling away with that brilliant smile again, “My rooms? I definitely didn’t do you justice, and I’m not about to let you go until you’ve had it.”
“Justice?” You tease him as he starts to guide you away with an arm around your shoulders - it’s warm and protective, and you remember the sight of his biceps flexing in the flames of the forge. Jayce’s voice in your ear keeps you warm as you step out into the cool hallway.
“Or something similar.”