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The day started like any other—early to rise and get to the lab as soon as possible to cram in as much work as they could before inevitably crashing. Even though the weather was nice in Piltover, Jayce knew he was unlikely to enjoy it. He always came home when it was already dark. It bothered him less when they had an impending deadline or the project they were working on was of great importance, but this wasn’t the case today. City officials had tasked them with upgrading pre-existing infrastructure to incorporate some of the discoveries they’d made. Their future funding depended on completing smaller projects to improve citizens' daily lives.
Jayce couldn’t really complain. Compared to Hextech research, this kind of work was a breeze, and a much-needed break for both of them. It gave them time to reflect and return to their main projects with fresh ideas. It was, however, extremely boring at times.
Viktor was already seated at the workbench when Jayce arrived, soldering bits and pieces together. Viktor always took these smaller projects to heart, even though he liked to act as if they were beneath him. Jayce knew better. Viktor truly enjoyed improving people’s lives, whether they were from Piltover or the Undercity. It was an unspoken agreement between them to always prepare a few functioning prototypes—not because they felt obligated to give investors aesthetic choices, but because Viktor ensured the unused designs would end up in Zaun. They hoped someone was copying or stealing their ideas—after all, these were things like medicine dispensers, brighter street lanterns, or safer, more efficient stoves—harmless and practical.
Today, they were wrapping up an almost self-sufficient cooling system for fridges. Viktor had taken on the final tweak. Jayce gathered some tools left from the day before, feeling slightly guilty as he watched Viktor focus intently.
“Need any help?” Jayce asked, setting the tools down.
Viktor didn’t look up. “No, it seems our previous idea was better, so we don’t need to redraw the blueprints. I’m fairly certain we can send them as they are.” He took off his goggles and gave Jayce a tired but satisfied sigh.
“When did you even get here? I thought we agreed not to sleep in the lab unless absolutely necessary. This isn’t the kind of project you should be overworking yourself for.” Jayce’s concern was evident as he placed a hand on Viktor’s shoulder.
“Oh, I did go to bed,” Viktor replied. “But something woke me up early, and I couldn’t fall back asleep. So, here I am.”
Jayce smiled gently. “You’ve done more than enough, thank you. Since I just got here, maybe I’ll take over now. You can nap, and I’ll clean up and take the documents to the offices. I’ll wake you when I get back.”
“I won’t complain about more sleep, especially if it means I get to skip talking to them,” Viktor said, smirking slightly. He never enjoyed schmoozing with factory owners and manufacturers; that was Jayce’s domain.
“I'll try to keep it short and I'll let you know what they said later.”
-timeskip-
When Jayce returned with a tray of pastries and sweets, Viktor was still asleep on the lab’s couch, a blanket draped over him. Jayce stopped in his tracks, staring. After seeing Viktor tense and concentrated for so long, it warmed his heart to see him so completely at ease. The temptation to reach out, brush his fingers through Viktor’s hair, or massage the tension from his scalp gnawed at him. He told himself he’d ask someday, adding it to the growing list of questions he had for Viktor—some personal, some playful, and all deeply curious. Jayce didn't realize how long he just sat there looking at Viktor sleeping when suddenly he scrunched his nose and started to stir awake. Jayce, feeling caught red handed, straightened himself out and tried as best as he could to look like he was just walking into the lab at this moment.
“Hi, V. Good timing. I just came to wake you up and share some good news.”
Viktor stretched and blinked up at him. “Good news about fridges?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“The good news is we didn’t talk at all,” Jayce replied with a grin, offering him the tray. “They told me to leave the documents with their assistants and help myself to the buffet.”
Viktor’s eyes widened at the sight of the treats, and he quickly sat up. “That does sound like good news. So, what now? Another project already?”
“Not until tomorrow. Looks like we have the rest of the day to ourselves.”
“That’s rare,” Viktor remarked. “So, what will you do with your abundance of free time? I suppose it's a little short notice but I'm sure you could find someone to keep you company for the evening.” His tone was teasing, but Jayce caught a hint of something else.
Jayce’s cheeks flushed. He’d spent the walk back thinking about how to convince Viktor to join him for the evening. “Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing. We’re always in the lab, so I thought you might like to get out for a bit. Grab something to eat? Maybe a drink?”
Viktor’s brow arched. “Oh, is that so? You would choose to waste your free time to wine and dine with me?”
Jayce laughed. “Don’t act so surprised. Of course I would.”
Viktor gave him a long look before nodding. “Well, if you insist.”
Jayce was smiling widely, though he couldn’t shake the feeling he was toning it down. Walking down the street with Viktor by his side made his heart swell. He had never really considered how it might look—Viktor, after all, was the most intelligent, creative, and lovely person Jayce had ever met, so it only made sense that he would want to spend time with him. Over time, their bond has deepened, and Jayce had come to think of Viktor not just as a colleague, but as his best friend. Maybe, just maybe, there were moments when he allowed himself to imagine them as more than that.
Viktor had a knack for teasing him, often joking about how their research was the only thing keeping Jayce from bedding every man and woman in Piltover. It made Jayce wonder about Viktor’s own sex life. He was almost certain it had been as non-existent as his since they’d begun working together, but what about before that? Did Viktor have experience? Or was he a virgin? With how effortlessly attractive Viktor was, he must have caught a lot of attention when he first arrived in Piltover.
Jayce snapped out of his thoughts as they reached the restaurant. Viktor had been talking about a book he was reading, and Jayce couldn’t help but feel guilty for not listening.
At the restaurant, Viktor tried to mask his curiosity as he scanned the menu. “Do you recommend anything?”
“We should get a few dishes to share,” Jayce suggested. “That way, you can try a bit of everything. My favorite is the fried buns with beef filling.”
That’s exactly what they do, they ordered 2 mains and 3 side dishes. Viktor liked the buns the most and that made Jayce feel secretly proud. The only thing Viktor didn’t like at all was the bean paste because of the spice level. He managed to somehow still look handsome while trying to hold back tears after not realizing how hot the side dish was.
After paying, they stepped outside into the cool evening air. Jayce glanced at Viktor. “How about a drink?”
Viktor’s lips curled into a small smile. “I know just the place. Follow me.”
The King & Queen bar was unlike any place Jayce had visited. It felt like stepping into another world, one where Viktor seemed perfectly at ease. Its dim lighting, smooth jazz, and mingling scents of cigar smoke and spiced tea felt entirely foreign yet oddly comforting. Viktor clearly felt at home here. Jayce had only ever heard whispers about the place back in high school. Some called it a den of degenerates, while others simply said it was a spot where people went to drink exotic liquor and play card games with strangers. He had always assumed Viktor would suggest somewhere more familiar, like The Botanist—a popular hangout among academy staff—but it seemed he was in for a surprise.
“Viki!” a booming voice called as they stepped inside. A tall man approached, throwing his arms around Viktor. “It’s been ages! What miracle brings the angel-faced cardsharp back to us?”
“Alexander,” Viktor replied dryly, his eyes narrowing. “Must you always announce my arrival like this?”
Alexander grinned. “What can I say? I missed you.” He turned his attention to Jayce. “And who’s this? Your arm candy for the evening?”
Jayce’s cheeks burned, and Viktor jabbed Alexander lightly with his cane. “This is Jayce, we have been doing research together for quite a while now so I’d appreciate you not making a fool of me. Be nice.”
Alexander’s smirk widened. “Work partner, huh? Yeah I bet you make him wor- Oow! I always forget how much that cane hurts.” Viktor had jabbed Alexander harder this time to stop him from saying something but was a little bit too slow and Jayce could piece together what he meant to say and he started feeling a bit hot under the collar.
The implication of Viktor’s friend’s funny comments make Jayce imagine things that if he doesn’t stop soon will make him have to excuse himself to the bathroom. He tried to focus on something else, the beautiful music, the paintings hanging on the walls or the menu above the bar.
“Alex, that’s enough. We’ll sit in the booth. Tell Francis to bring us two bottles of elderflower cider. Have I made myself clear?” Victor was clearly facetiously annoyed, joking around with the man.
“Yes, Sir!” Alexander smirked at Viktor and gave Jayce a knowing look before disappearing into what looked like a storage room. Jayce was still a little shell shocked.
He stayed silent until they sat down. The man he assumed was Francis put two ornate bottles on the table. He and Viktor exchanged pleasantries and a few inside jokes. Viktor sighted and turned to Jayce.
“My sincere apologies, I hope my friends didn’t make you uncomfortable. We have known each other since childhood so we feel very comfortable here but it also means they rarely hold back even when I bring outsiders.” Viktor seemed genuinely anxious this time, most likely seeing Jayce’s bewildered look that hasn’t left his face since the moment they entered.
“No, no! I’m cool, I mean, it’s cool, they’re cool.” Jayce was acting anything but cool all things considered. “I’m happy you brought me here, the place is lovely.” He tried to give him the most sincere smile possible to drive the point home.
“Well I’m glad you are enjoying the atmosphere, I was a little worried you’d find such a place wouldn't be to your tastes.”
“Don’t be ridiculous V. If you like it here I’m sure I’ll like it as well. What did your friend say about you playing cards, you never told me about that, we could have played sometimes you know! I never learned any games but I’m sure I can pick up the rules fast enough.” he took a swig of the cider, and made a bit of a face at the striking taste. It was not bad for sure but he’s not sure he ever tasted anything like it. If he were to describe it he’d say it’s like a sparkly flowery perfume with a spicy aftertaste.
“Well, it's pretty common in the Undercity to pass the time like this, but I’ve never seen Piltover citizens play card games. I assumed you wouldn’t be interested in such things, especially with the strong drinking culture around it. But if you want, I can teach you a game,” Viktor said, relaxing again.
“Yeah, sure, just nothing too complicated to start, okay?” Jayce replied.
“Of course, don’t worry.”
Viktor stood up and walked to the bar, asking the bartender for the game. The bartender smiled and handed him a box from one of the shelves. When Viktor returned, he placed the box on the table, and Jayce saw the name "Dream" written on the front. The illustrations were beautifully hand drawn.
“In simple terms,” Viktor began, “you want to have as few crows in your dream when we wake up. We start with four cards, and you can choose two to check—only once. After that, you can only rely on your memory to remember what cards you have.” The game seemed fun enough to Jayce.
After a more detailed explanation, they played a few rounds. Unsurprisingly, Viktor won each one. Jayce didn’t mind; it wasn’t about winning. They drank a few more bottles of cider, and Viktor even convinced him to try some strong herbal liquor. As the night went on, more people came over to greet Viktor. Some brought shots, while others were noticeably flirty. The more drunk Jayce became, the more jealousy gnawed at him. It was supposed to be his night out with Viktor. Thankfully, he found the strength to keep his mouth shut.
That is, until Alexander decided to join them again, later in the night. He casually remarked that he wanted to enjoy Viktor’s company before he disappeared for an eternity again. By then, Viktor was pretty drunk too, so he just kept shuffling the cards and starting new rounds. At some point, they switched games, but with Viktor and Alexander explaining it at the same time, the whole thing became even more confusing. Somehow, they managed to start the game, and Alexander decided to speak up.
Alexander leaned back with a mischievous grin, watching as Viktor deftly shuffled the cards again. “You didn’t tell your partner about your infamy, did you?” he teased, his tone dripping with playful malice.
Jayce arched an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. “Infamy?” he asked, glancing between Viktor and Alexander.
Viktor sighed, clearly too tipsy to properly fend off Alexander’s teasing. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, shuffling the deck more aggressively. “Just some nonsense about winning too often.”
Alexander laughed. “That’s one way to put it! But I bet your friend here doesn’t know about your streak of escalating dares. You’ve never played the high-stakes rounds with him, huh?”
“What kind of stakes are we talking about?” Jayce asked, curious now despite himself.
“Oh, just harmless things,” Alexander replied with a wink, clearly lying. “You know, forfeits. A kiss here, a shirt there. Keeps the games interesting.”
Jayce’s face heated at the implication, and he quickly downed the rest of his cider for courage. “That sounds... fun,” he managed to say, though his voice wavered.
Viktor gave Alexander a pointed look. “You’re not roping him into your ridiculous antics.”
But Jayce grinned, feeling a boldness take over. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind trying something new,” he said, locking eyes with Viktor. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Alexander clapped his hands together. “Now we’re talking! How about this: Every time someone loses a round, they lose an article of clothing. Keeps everyone honest—and keeps the night spicy.”
Viktor groaned, but Jayce noticed the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re impossible,” Viktor muttered to Alexander, but he didn’t outright refuse.
“Come on, V,” Jayce teased, leaning in closer. “Afraid you might lose?”
That did it. Viktor gave him a sharp look, his competitive streak flaring. “Fine,” he said, dealing out the cards. “But don’t complain when you’re the one left sitting here in your underwear.”
Jayce groaned as he shed yet another piece of clothing, tossing his shirt onto the growing pile on the bench beside him. “This game is rigged,” he muttered, glaring at the cards in his hand.
Alexander howled with laughter, already halfway through his next drink. “Oh, sunshine, you’re just bad at bluffing. That’s all this game is—a bit of memory, a bit of deceit, and a lot of luck.”
Jayce scowled but noticed Viktor’s sly smile, his amber eyes gleaming mischievously. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” Jayce accused.
Viktor leaned back, feigning innocence. “I’m only playing by the rules. It’s not my fault you’ve been dealt such... unfortunate hands.” His gaze lingered on Jayce a second too long, his lips quirking upward before he took a sip of the herbal liquor they’d been sharing.
The quiet hum of the bar enveloped them as Viktor excused himself for a moment, pushing back from the table and heading toward the restrooms. His departure left a gap in the conversation, and for a moment, the clinking of glasses and distant chatter seemed to fill the space. Jayce, still turning over Viktor's earlier words in his mind, felt the tension in the air shift.
Alexander leaned back in his chair, a knowing look in his eyes as he studied Jayce. His fingers tapped idly on the table, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You know, Viktor used to come here a lot," Alexander said, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Back before he—well, before he settled down a bit."
Jayce raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Settle down?"
Alexander's eyes flickered toward Viktor's retreating figure, as if ensuring the other man couldn't overhear. "You see, Viktor wasn’t always like this." He paused, taking a slow sip of his drink. "He used to be... a bit of a heartbreaker, to say the least."
Jayce leaned in slightly, now fully engaged. "Heartbreaker?"
Alexander's smirk widened. "He was a regular here, and he had this... game he played. Card games, mostly." He glanced around the bar before continuing, his voice almost conspiratorial. "He'd play with men, sometimes just passing strangers, sometimes people he’d known for a while. Nothing too serious at first. Just a hand of cards, some light conversation... But, by the end of it, he'd have them eating out of his hand. Seducing them, without them even realizing it."
Jayce's eyes widened, the image of Viktor—usually so composed and confident—shifting into something he hadn't quite expected. "You're saying he... what? He used to sleep with them?"
Alexander chuckled, his gaze turning distant. "Oh, yeah. He wasn’t shy about it. A few hands of cards, maybe a drink or two, and he'd have someone hooked. You could say he had a... talent for it. And he liked the thrill, the chase. The way he'd weave in and out of people's lives like it was a game in itself."
Jayce shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to reconcile this new image of Viktor with the man he’d been getting to know. "But that was... before?"
"You know, before he got all serious about science and lab work, Viktor had a whole different life. He used to come around here a lot, especially in the early years, before you two started working together.”
Jayce didn't know how to respond to that. He felt a strange mix of admiration and unease. Viktor's charm, the very thing that had first drawn Jayce in, seemed to have a darker edge now. But then again, hadn’t everyone had a past? Everyone had their own way of surviving, their own games they played.
"Guess he's a bit more... complicated than I thought," Jayce muttered.
"That's Viktor for you," Alexander said, his smile softening. "Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it."
Just then, Viktor returned, slipping back into his chair as if nothing had changed. His gaze flickered between them, and Alexander gave a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, signaling that the conversation had ended.
Jayce, still processing the new layer of Viktor’s history, met his gaze with a quiet, thoughtful look. Viktor smiled, his usual effortless charm back in place.
"Everything good?" he asked, settling back in.
"Yeah," Jayce replied, his voice a little more guarded than before. "Just a little... insight, I guess."
Viktor raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more, as if he could sense the shift in the air, but chose to let it be.
Another round passed, and Jayce lost again. This time, it was his shoes, leaving him barefoot and increasingly flustered. Meanwhile, Viktor sat smug and almost entirely clothed, save for his jacket draped on the back of the seat.
Then, something shifted. Viktor intentionally swapped his good card for a lower one—an obvious move that both Jayce and Alexander caught immediately.
“Wait a minute,” Alexander said, narrowing his eyes as Viktor placed the losing card on the table. “Did you just—Viki, you never lose on purpose. What are you doing?”
Jayce blinked, confused, but the color rising in Viktor’s cheeks told him something was off. Viktor reached for his vest, unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness and tossing it aside. His shirt clung to him in the warm, smoky air of the bar, highlighting the sharp lines of his frame.
“I must be... distracted,” Viktor said, his voice lower, tinged with something Jayce couldn’t quite place.
Jayce’s pulse quickened. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the way Viktor’s gaze kept flicking over him, or the fact that Viktor—usually so reserved—was suddenly behaving so boldly.
Alexander’s eyes darted between the two of them, realization dawning on his face. “Oh,” he said, dragging out the syllable with a knowing smirk. “I see how it is.”
“Alexander,” Viktor said sharply, though his usual sternness was blunted by the tipsiness in his voice.
“Don’t worry, Viki, your secret’s safe with me,” Alexander said, rising to his feet. He fished a small brass key from his pocket and placed it on the table. “Here. The staff room’s down the hall, second door on the left. Got a couch in there—should be plenty comfortable.”
Jayce flushed crimson, realizing what Alexander was implying. “I—uh—what?” he stammered, glancing between the key and Viktor.
Viktor sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered at Alexander, though there was no heat in his voice. He looked at Jayce, something tender and vulnerable in his expression.
“Jayce... would you like to continue somewhere more private?”
The air between them grew heavy, charged with unspoken feelings. Jayce swallowed hard, nodding before he could overthink it. “Y-yeah,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly. “Let’s go.”
The hallway to the staff room felt endless to Jayce, his heart pounding louder than the faint jazz still drifting from the bar. Viktor walked ahead, his cane tapping rhythmically against the floor, the brass key dangling loosely from his fingers.
When they reached the door, Viktor paused, glancing back at Jayce. “Are you certain about this?” he asked softly, his cheeks still flushed from the alcohol—or perhaps something else entirely.
Jayce nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah. I mean... if you are.” His voice was steady, but his hands betrayed him, fidgeting nervously.
Viktor didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a cozy room with dim lighting, a well-worn couch, and a small table stacked with books and empty teacups. It was unassuming, but the intimacy of the setting made Jayce’s chest tighten.
Once inside, Viktor closed the door behind them and leaned against it for a moment, his head tilted back. “I wasn’t planning on this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jayce turned to him, his brows knitting in concern. “I can go if—”
“No,” Viktor interrupted, his amber eyes meeting Jayce’s. “Stay. Please.”
Jayce’s breath hitched at the vulnerability in Viktor’s voice. He stepped closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of herbal liqueur and something distinctly Viktor—warm and grounding. “Then why did you—”
Viktor cut him off again, this time with a bitter laugh. “Because I’ve had too much to drink, and apparently, I lack restraint when it comes to you.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in a way that made Jayce’s heart skip. “You are—” He hesitated, searching for the words. “Infuriatingly kind. Ridiculously handsome. And tonight, impossible to ignore.”
Jayce blinked, his mind racing to process Viktor’s sudden confession. “Vik, I—”
Before he could finish, Viktor pushed off the door and closed the remaining distance between them, his hand resting lightly on Jayce’s chest. “If this is a mistake, we’ll stop. But if it isn’t...” His words trailed off, the unspoken invitation hanging in the air.
Jayce swallowed hard, his hand rising instinctively to cover Viktor’s. “It’s not a mistake, not to me,” he said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands. “not when it’s you. ”
Viktor’s lips curved into a faint smile before he tilted his head up, their foreheads nearly touching. Jayce felt the heat radiating off him, the quiet hum of energy between them almost unbearable.
And then Viktor kissed him.
It was tentative at first, a soft press of lips that sent a jolt of electricity through Jayce’s entire body. But when Jayce leaned in, deepening the kiss, Viktor responded with a fervor that surprised them both. His hands slid up Jayce’s chest, gripping his shoulders for support as Jayce wrapped his arms around Viktor’s waist, pulling him closer.
They stumbled backward, Viktor’s cane clattering to the floor as they collapsed onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Viktor straddled Jayce, his lean frame surprisingly steady despite the alcohol coursing through his veins.
“Are you sure about this?” Jayce asked, his voice barely audible as he searched Viktor’s face.
Viktor nodded, his fingers trailing along Jayce’s jawline. “I’m certain,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over Jayce’s as he spoke. “I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
What followed was a blur of heated kisses, soft laughter, and whispered confessions. Clothes were shed with growing urgency, though Viktor quickly realized that Jayce had far less to remove.
As Viktor pulled off the last piece of his shirt, he glanced down at Jayce—already half-naked from losing earlier in the game—and let out a soft, breathy laugh. “You know,” Viktor teased, his fingers ghosting over
Jayce’s exposed chest, “if you were this eager to strip, you could have just said so. We didn’t need the cards.”
Jayce groaned, his face flushing as he grabbed Viktor’s waist to pull him closer. “Oh, shut up, V,” he muttered, though there was no real bite in his tone. “Not my fault you were too good at the game.”
Viktor smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Jayce’s collarbone. “Or perhaps,” he murmured against his skin, “I was just saving the best part for last.”
Jayce laughed despite himself, the sound melting into a soft sigh as Viktor’s lips continued their path. Whatever witty comeback he might have thought of was completely forgotten, lost in the haze of Viktor’s touch.
Jayce felt a rush of warmth spread through him, his mind racing to catch up with the reality of the moment. It was everything he had imagined and more, yet he still couldn’t quite believe it was happening. The tension that had built up between them for so long had finally broken, and now, there was nothing but the pull of their connection. Viktor’s hand slid to the back of Jayce’s neck, his touch possessive but gentle, as if to remind him that this was real. For the first time that night, everything else—everything outside of the small, dimly lit room—faded away. The sounds of the bar, the teasing words of Alexander, the fleeting glances they had shared on the walk over, all of it seemed so distant now. It was just Viktor and Jayce, together, in a way neither had dared to admit they wanted.
After his brief conversation with Alexander in Victor's absence realized that the sexual experiences he got out of his youth with a few girlfriends and a few boys he met at science fairs is no match for Viktor. He was not a virgin but he started to wonder if it would be enough.
“Spit it out Jayce, I can hear you thinking.” Viktor made heavy eye contact with him and ground his hips hard into the other’s. Kissing his neck and Slowly creeping his hand into Jayce’s hair.
“It- It’s nothing really, I just want to make you feel good, V.” His hips bucked up while at the same time he was imagining all the ways he can do exactly that to Viktor, trying to find the best way to go about it. “I’ve thought about this before.”
“Have you? And what have you thought about?” Viktor leaned in close to his ear and whispered. “Did you imagine this?” He grabbed his wrist and slowly but firmly guided it down his stomach and into his underwear.
For a moment the world stopped in Jayce's mind. His hand followed the happy trail and touched Viktor's hot and wet pussy. He wasn’t expecting that but he wasn’t exactly shocked either, he was just happy they got to this point. Viktor let go of his wrist and gripped his bicep. Pushing his fingers deeper between the folds he moved on instinct. He held tight onto Viktor’s waist as he pushed him down onto his back. He was being as careful as possible to not hurt him but they were both still a bit tipsy and uncoordinated.
Jayce's breath hitched, his pulse quickening as he felt the heat of Viktor’s body beneath his touch. The vulnerability between them hung in the air, unspoken yet undeniable. He pulled back just enough to meet Viktor’s gaze, eyes searching for any hesitation or doubt. What they were doing felt like uncharted territory, but at that moment, there was no room for second-guessing.
Jayce kissed a path down his chest then stomach and then finally he tugged Viktor’s underwear off completely. He took his time appreciating the sight before him. Viktor, naked on a couch, completely flushed and breathing heavily. Jayce’s eyes jumped from one beauty mark on his pale skin to the other. Finally Viktor decides for him that he had done enough admiring and it’s time for action now. The hand in his hair tugging lightly and pushing him down. Jayce followed willingly and first kissed his clit before starting to lick broad stripes from the bottom to the top. Viktor moaned quietly at that, making a low, pleased whining sound.
“I- I also have thought -hah- ab- out this.” Viktor breathed out. “In my fantasy it didn’t look exactly like this. On a dirty couch at my friend’s bar, you know?”
“And how did you imagine this, V?” Jayce burned with curiosity, the idea that the man he’s been doodling in his notebook for months also was looking in his direction fanned the flame inside him.
“I was honestly convinced we were gonna do it for the first time on the lab couch.” He almost laughed but it was cut short by a long moan as Jayce pushed his tongue past Viktor’s entrance. He’s never gonna look at that damned couch the same way again. Once they get back he’s gonna give Viktor exactly what he fantasized about. But now, he doubled his efforts and ate him out as if his life depended on it. “J-Jayce, ah, please, that’s enough.”
“Huh?” Jayce was in trance, only lifting his head slightly to look at Viktor, mouth still on him.
“Enough, just fuck me already.” His voice was rough and demanding at this point. Jayce stood up immediately hearing that.
“I didn’t prepare Vik, I don't have- Do you have- ?”
“You don’t need a condom, Jayce. I can’t have children anyway. It’s up to you of course, if you’d prefer we used one we can always do something else, save this for when we get back to my apartment. ” His apartment? That gave Jayce many new ideas but he’ll put a pin in that for later.
“I really, really wanna fuck you Viktor, now, please?” He looked into Viktor’s eyes almost like he wanted to try to guess the response before hearing it actually.
“That’s exactly what I asked you to do, did I not?” He said teasingly and brought him closer by the hand tangled in his hair. “Get to it then.” The look in his eyes was almost hazy. Tone sharp, so incredibly turned on his filter seemed worn down completely.
Jayce thought he might just cum on the spot. He held himself together though, it would have been a real shame if that were to happen.
He grabbed both of Viktor’s legs on top of his shoulder. “Want me to take your brace off?”
“No, it will take too long to put back on when we want to leave, don’t worry about it.”
And with this last confirmation he put his tip on top of Viktor’s heat and slid his entire length back and forth a few times. He could see it in Viktor’s eyes that he was holding back another snarky comment. As he was about to tell Jayce off for stalling he felt the head bully it’s way past his opening. Instead of the comment he just let out a loud moan. Viktor has had plenty of partners but none quite compared to the size of Jayce Talis, the man was broad and his cock was similarly girthy. He kept slowly sliding in until he was flush with Viktor’s ass. Looking down he saw the slightly shocked but mostly blissed out look on his partner’s face. After giving him some time to adjust he started slowly thrusting.
Viktor made an annoyed sound “Jayce, for the love of god, fuck me like you mean it, I’m not going to break.” He punctuated his words by dragging his nails on Jayce’s back leaving angry marks in his way and by gripping his hair a little tighter again.
Jayce almost growled at that, grabbing his hips and setting a pace that finally seemed to make Viktr happy. Oh and he was really happy. So happy in fact that they suddenly heard the music from outside the door getting significantly louder. Viktor will explain himself later.
“Ah- aa, yes, yes, harder.” He chanted right into Jayce’s ear.
“I’m not going to last much longer V. You’re so tight. I-”
“Yes, ye- yess Jayce please, inside, please.” There were tears streaming down his face and he might have broken skin with the way he was scratching his partner's back.
Viktor’s words absolutely destroyed any chance Jayce had at holding back. Cummig deep inside, he felt Viktor’s walls twitch and squeeze him. If that didn’t convince him the man was cumming as well, the look on his face and the sounds he was making sure did.
Both deeply satisfied, laid on the couch and breathed heavily for a while. As much as sleep sounded amazing now they knew they wouldn't stay there so they slowly but surely gathered and put their clothes back on.
Viktor laughed a bit under his breath. “Hah, Alexander will never let me live this down.”
They shared one last kiss before going back out.