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The warmth of the blankets around him makes him feel safe when he falls back into consciousness.
He’s mid movement, for some reason, hard as a rock, bucking against the sheets beneath him, his arms rested around someone’s middle. Someone equally as warm and soft.
“Mmm” he moans lowly, as his body keeps moving, seeking that lovely friction against his cock.
His hands find angled hips, bony but soft beneath him, something solid to hold onto as he chases that high.
The familiar scent of rosemary from his partners Zaun shampoo, mixed with a hint of something spicy, hidden, he’s not nearly awake enough to understand what he’s doing.
“Viktor..” he mumbles, body overheated, sweat prickling down his back from the dirty dream overlapping into reality.
The body beneath him stirs lightly, a soft noise, followed by a hand in his hair, petting him gently.
Jayce groans, he’s so caught up in humping the sheets he can’t make time to apologize for waking his partner up.
Viktors hair is splayed out beneath him, a soft smile on his face that Jayce can’t see because he’s buried his head in Viktors body, inhaling his scent.
There’s no sense of time, Jayce has no idea if it’s morning or night, he just needs to get off.
Viktor moves around a bit to remove his boxers without disturbing the desperate movements of his lover, spreading his legs to give him better access.
Jayce immediately acts on it, his cock angry flushed red as it rubs against Viktors inner thigh, then closer, closer, to his entrance.
Viktor is slick already, all the humping and the noises causing him to get aroused as well, so when Jayce traces his entrance it’s nice and wet, his dick sliding up to his clit and down again, to satisfy his inner urges.
“Viktor- Viktor-“ Jayces voice is broken, yearning for more, he wants to curl inside Viktors rib cage and stay there forever, guarding his heart.
It’s like a worship, Jayces mind still sleep muddled conjuring up images of Viktor on a throne, Jayce by his feet, kissing his ankles.
“Go ahead..” Viktor urges, his voice also soft from sleep, something they only just recently found possible.
No one’s after them. No one’s demanding anything from them. In their bed it’s just them. Cuddled close, safe.
No more words needs to be spoken, Jayce knows what that means, the permission to continue. To slide inside.
The head of his cock presses eagerly against Viktors entrance, but the slick makes it slide in with no resistance, making him hiss in pleasure.
He’s still curled up against Viktor, his face hidden in his partners neck, long blond and brown bits curling around him.
Just a few thrusts is all it takes and Jayce is shuddering, the build up from the dream too much, his body shaking lightly as his seed fills Viktor up.
He’s breathing heavily, body exhausted from sleep and his orgasm, his body heavy on Viktors.
Viktor is calm as always, his longer fingers tracing invisible patterns in Jayces shabby hair. It makes Jayce feel like falling back to sleep but the sun is already shining in through the cracks of the curtains.
“I’m sorry.. I think I’m..” Jayce mumbles, laying a bit to the side so he doesn’t crush Viktor too much, his arm still firmly around his partners body to keep them close.
“In rut. Yes.. It’s okay..” Viktor says, amusement in his voice as he kisses the top of Jayces head, causing more butterflies to roam around in Jayces stomach.
There’s no rush. Nowhere they need to be. And Jayce can finally feel himself relax for the first time in years.