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the day had drowned on with continuous chatter from professors and students alike , leaving the man a bit more worse for wear when the day had finally ended. he was never the extrovert one , rather kept to enjoying the quiet and solitude that he now struggled to find given the path of his future he trekked through. and yet , even in the hush of his home , he finds himself rather solemn. jayce had taken a quick trip out , only a few days , yet the silence of jarring each time when he made it to their home. fingers grip around the handle of his cane tightly , forcing those lonely feelings away as he made his way to rid the day off of him. coat , shoes , letting his hair down , placing his reading glasses into their designated case. his shower was quick without the distractions of his partner , his husband , which seems to only add onto the disgruntled frustration that bubbled up inside him.
his hair was still dripping when he made it to bed , finding no fuel in his gut to eat and simply having some water to soothe everything away. when he tucks himself in and rolls over to face where jayce would lay , a frown pulls upon his lips. he missed him . he shifts over until his head is into the terrible crevice between their two pillows , barely propped up in a manner , and he sighs contently. it smelled like jayce. like when he just washes up , the smell of his sleep , all intermingled together. viktor decides then to take over the mans pillow with his head , tilting his face into the fabric and taking in a deep inhale.
once his breath escapes him , he almost feels like he could cry. it prickled at the edges of his seams , letting that breath escape almost shakily. they were never apart for too long at a time , but he had grown so terribly comfortable and happy to have the man at his side consistently. dependent in a way.
he stuffs down those emotions and keeps his head turned into the pillow , letting the gentle scent of his husband fill his senses. it's so familiar , so unique to jayce alone that it both pulls at his heart and triggers something in his core all the same. something that jayce is capable of doing alone all the time.
the professor found himself letting a hand travel down his body , slipping beneath the sleepwear pants he donned and under the briefs. he even rolls to his side , able to bury himself deeper into the smell this way when fingers toil over his already needy cock , going deeper into his slit to wet his digits only to bring them back to mimic the motions jayce had done on him so many times before. using his knuckles to ebb and flow along the shape , his fingers still rest within the slick , massaging himself. it draws a groan. he does this for some time , aiming for a release that seemed to simply not be coming.
he needed friction . he needed more than his fingers. he wanted jayce to be doing this to him , he would make him do it later when he was home. a huff escapes the man as eyes open and look around the room , eyeing everything and anything that could work in such a quick notice without diving into the few toys he had on hand stashed away. when his head turns fully the other way , he eyes his pillow.
the blankets are swiftly kicked off , as well as all his under garments. this wasnt the best option , considering it would need to be thoroughly cleaned afterwards , but it was something that could work for now. he hadnt done this with something inanimate , mostly to jayce's thigh , but he is certain it will work.
viktor sets himself up on his knees with a flinch , knowing that is going to throb later , and settles jayce's pillow between his legs. at first , his rhythm was shoddy , trying to find the right angle to drag his cock against the seam of the pillow , how much pressure to present and give himself in order to get what he was looking for. a few adjustments were given until he was near face first into jayces pillow and his back arched when it clicks , when that certain thrust and drag along the pillow draws a lustrous moan from viktor.
he continues to pump himself across the pillow , thighs spread as far as needed to flush himself down against the seam , all while his hand clutched his husband's pillow to his features and breathing in that scent heavily. viktor could feel the pillow dampening with each movement.
his hair curtains around his features that were not buried so deep , still hiding himself away in his imagination , letting his mind believe it was jayce's thigh and not his pillow. it only elicits more noises , more moans of his husband's name to echo within the four walls of their room. he could get off like this . his movements picked up , his mind no where to be found but in his delusions , and not once having heard the house door open or foot steps to enter.
no , he was so very lost within himself , thrusting himself with fervor against the pillow , feeling his own slick paint on the inner most of his thighs. it was right there. it was right there -
when the door opens to their bedroom , his eyes snap open and head turns over shoulder only to fall upon jayce and something in him becomes undone . the moan that befalls those lips is loud , mixed with the others name as his hips continue their movements to ride the orgasm out. he hadnt expected that . after a few moments , he is all heavy breathing and not moving , already having been caught in the act. a near sheepish look is cast over his shoulder at jayce once again , brows knotted together.
❛ . . . i thought. . . you would be home later. . . ❜
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The trip had been expected to take about four days, but had been stretched out to an entire week due to delays and other issues that weren't properly accounted for. Jayce hadn't anticipated being away from home for so long, and he's already worrying incessantly over the distance away from his partner— his husband — as they only accounted for the four days. And they had made plans that were eaten up by all these ridiculous delays.
But Jayce was finally on his way home, arriving late in the night to the front door of their well-loved home with all its creaky floor boards and chipping paint in need of repair they've been putting off. He'd sent an array of texts to keep Viktor updated on his travels, but when replies died down he quickly assumed that his loving partner had fallen asleep. So Jayce enters the bedroom as quietly as possible, only to see Viktor very much not asleep, helping himself to Jayce's pillow in a way that immediately makes his cock jump. The luggage in his hand falls to the floor, Jayce slack jawed and wide-eyed in surprise.
He was missed, too.
❛❛ Started without me? ❜❜ He chastises with a playful smirk, wading over to the edge of the bed and crawling upon it, advancing toward his husband. They greet each other, giddy and bubbly, Jayce being chaste and sweet at first, just wanting to hold Viktor again after so long apart. Jayce peppers him in kisses, relishing in his existence, and the pleasant surprise that awaited him beyond the threshold of their room.
There's a litany of affectionate words between each touch. ❛❛ I've missed you so much. ❜❜ ❛❛ It's so good to see your lovely face. ❜❜ Everything intermingled among kisses and hugs and tantric skin on skin. Jayce loves him so, so much. He's just genuinely happy to see Viktor's awake, relishing in his ability to come home to his smile— or, well, much more than just his smile, this time around.
Jayce's scruff has grown exponentially over the duration of his trip, and he weaponizes it on Viktor's neck, pulling chortles and gasps from him, and Jayce can't help but smile. His heart blossoms with pure joy, elevated by the heat in his belly.
Things heat up, naturally. Gentle affectionate touches soon grow feverish and needy, Viktor pulling at the clothes that cover Jayce's form until he is bare. Jayce slots himself above Viktor atop his waist, leaning over him to chase his mouth, his taste, his everything. Viktor's hands explore the expanse of Jayce's chest, grabbing at the meat of it, pinching his nipples. Jayce shudders.
He leans back, breaking from the kiss, and he lets out a breathy laugh when Viktor whines in response. Jayce takes the hands on his chest and guides them down to his cock, encouraging his lover to take him in hand stroke him until he's fully hard. ❛❛ Insatiable, ❜❜ he chuckles, low and sweet. An embarrassing noise of surprise wrings from his throat when Viktor snags him by the hips and yanks him forward in retaliation, and Jayce takes the hint. While he would've loved to clean up the slick that's undoubtedly between Viktor's thighs, but he's okay with this, too.
There's some adjusting until Jayce has the tip of his cock lined up with Viktor's pretty lips, looking up at Jayce with clear love and want in his gaze. Jayce is sure he looks the same, reverent and hungry. He follows Viktor's lead, only allowing his hips to move forward when Viktor's hands guide him to do so.
He groans when he fills Viktor's mouth halfway, watching how the length of his cock vanishes in the slow glide. His husband is incredibly warm and wet, his tongue doing that particular thing along the frenulum of Jayce's cock that he always melts for. ❛❛ So good for me, ❜❜ he mutters, loving fingers raking through Viktor's long curls, massaging his scalp. Viktor hums around his cock, and Jayce exhales sharp and ragged.
Without warning, Viktor forces Jayce's hips flush against his face, swallowing him down and into his throat until his nose is tickled by the hairs that frame Jayce's pubic mound. He breathes in deep the scent of him through his nose; all Jayce, musky, pure, and raw. Nothing but Jayce. Viktor's throat ripples in his efforts to remain still, the tip of Jayce's cock pressing into his soft pallet, before he's guiding Jayce's hips into a careful rhythm to fuck his throat.
And Jayce obeys, a choked out moan tearing from his throat at the sensation of being so deep inside Viktor like this. He curls forward, using the bed frame for leverage with one hand while the other is kept tangled in Viktor's hair. ❛❛ Fuck— ❜❜ Jayce rocks his hips against Viktor's face, the knots in his belly tightening and tightening as he advances toward his release. ❛❛ You're breathtaking. ❜❜
He can tell Viktor is touching himself again, and he watches with infatuation how spit and slick dribbles out from the corners of Viktor's mouth, running down his chin with each shallow thrust. Tears prick in the corners of his eyes, and he's looking incredibly debauched and it's so fucking hot Jayce almost cums down his throat right then and there. ❛❛ Fuck, fuck, ❜❜ Jayce babbles through clenched teeth, fighting against the way his balls tighten up close to his core.
The moment Viktor's hand comes up between Jayce's ass cheeks, thumb massaging his perineum roughly and a slicked finger teasing at his hole before promptly sliding in, Jayce cries out. The coil in his belly snaps, and he cums hard down Viktor's throat, thighs shaking under the intensity. Viktor withdraws slowly, lapping at Jayce's tip languidly through the aftershocks until it's overstimulating.
They look at each other then, all goofy smiles and chuckles in the afterglow, filled to the brim with love for each other, relishing in finally being home together. Jayce removes himself from atop Viktor, settling beside him and pressing a kiss to his used lips.
❛ Welcome home. ❜
Viktor will always be his home.