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Viktor leaned back in his chair in the staff room with a sigh.
He was a terrible man. For years, he had thought he was a respectable member of society, properly doing his schoolwork and working up the ladder on his own merits, always respecting others, not causing trouble, and not bothering anyone. He would also start a family, as was socially expected, but being born trans, gay, disabled, and in the slums had made his love life difficult, and now, at forty, he suspected he would never be fully capable of getting married and having children. Though he didn’t mind casually dating people – one of his professors from the humanities department at the university would come over every couple of months so they could have a friendly encounter that ended in sex – but he had a hard time falling in love, to the point where he thought he was completely aromantic.
Until he met his new professor a year ago.
He was four years younger, but shared an unparalleled intelligence. Viktor was surprised by how incredible his mind was in the very first week they were colleagues, being the only one there capable of discussing his research, discussing the possibility of a 70% efficiency heat engine without falling into the usual, and raising ideas and doubts that no student or professor was smart enough to ask. In addition, Jayce Talis was extremely pleasant, never arrogant, always fascinated by being able to talk about natural sciences, giving Viktor space and credit whenever he could. They were passionate about the same subjects, theories and formulas. With that intellect and an appearance exactly like Viktor enjoyed, they seemed like a perfect match.
Except that Professor Talis was straight. Viktor discovered that he had dated the coordinator of the political science course, Mel Medarda, for two years, and they broke up three years ago. This man who was half a foot taller than him, a regular at the gym, with an intellect like his, who liked physics and books and games just like him, with the thick thighs and the full beard and the beautiful golden eyes and big fingers… he was way out of his league.
Huh. Fate was hilarious.
So Viktor must have been a terrible man for that. For continuing to feed that crush even though he knew he had zero chance. For keeping track of Jayce's schedule so they would always meet during breaks, when Jayce smelled like brewed coffee and crackers. For trying to dress up more than usual when visiting Talis's lectures, for letting his touch hover over his shoulder during their conversations, for leaving places collecting his napkins, pens, work cards... And his most recent conquest, a red and gold handkerchief, a family treasure, that Viktor had snatched when Jayce went to the bathroom and forgot it on the table in the teachers' lounge.
Viktor wasn't a stalker. Not exactly, because he wouldn't be a good one anyway. His leg problem made his presence too clear when he walked, his cane always announcing his arrival and departure, and his back problem prevented him from running or going into small places to get a closer look at someone. So he just collected the materials, observed from afar, asked questions that seemed casual so he could follow Jayce's steps and understand him better from a distance.
So no, he wasn't a stalker, after all, he wasn't one of those strangers who took secret photos and placed bugs inside other people's houses. Besides, he wasn't obsessed with Jayce Talis or anything.
He only stole his handkerchief so that Dimitri, the ethics teacher, could use it on him during sex tonight.
Damn. He was a terrible man, wasn't he?
A pervert, for sure. Jayce Talis had such a strange power over him, making his mind keep remembering that smile with his teeth apart, or his surprised expression with that scratch on his eyebrow, his delicate yet strong fists, his husky and soft voice, which made heat grow in his stomach every time he heard him laugh, but he couldn't blame him, right? After all, it was Viktor's fault. He was the one who should cut off his thoughts, try to avoid that sick behavior of making his greatest mission in life to spend as much time as possible in Talis's presence, behaving the best he could to please that man – something he had never done before.
Still, Viktor's evil, sick voice spoke louder. It was too good not to resist. And maybe he should regret it, because Dimitri had no idea that handkerchief was stolen from Professor Talis and it was a shame that Viktor was using it to satisfy his own disappointment, but the regret simply didn't come, even after so many minutes of planning and predicting in his head, as he sat in the chair in his own office, staring at the empty wall.
No. Worst of all, and the big reason why he was a terrible man: he was grinning. Grinning because he had Jayce's cotton handkerchief on his hands, and he was going to dirty it with his own mouth. He had already kissed his colleague's blue pen, licked the mug stolen from the other's office, used – by touching himself – the lab gloves that Jayce had used during a class. The handkerchief was just one more thing, only shared with someone else, this time. And he was sure he would love what would happen.
Viktor imagined the possibilities. He would never stand a chance with Jayce or have a more dedicated collection – as he had previously established, no secret photos, wiretaps, or housebreaking – but he could work with what was available. Maybe at some point he could go to the locker room at the university gym and grab something while he showered…
A knock on the door woke him from his delirium. He took off his reading glasses and sighed, trying to get away from worse thoughts.
“It’s unlocked,” he announced, expecting Sky Young, his assistant, to appear with a hot cup of coffee, as usual, or maybe even Dimitri who had arrived early.
But when he looked up to look, he froze in place.
His skin was a warm gold, darker than his gaze. His medium-length hair was pulled back with a silver thread, unlike the many locks he himself had, older by nature, and his bangs gently covered parts of his forehead and the side of his eyes, where a few wrinkles had settled there. His jaw was wide and his chin was prominent, his mouth was well-defined and thicker than his own, his nose was perfectly placed in the middle of his face, lifting its center. His posture was erect, his walk was straight, his arms were behind his broad torso. Jayce Talis usually tried to make himself smaller in environments, not out of embarrassment but to avoid looking out of place, but now he entered his office with conviction, with a certainty in his expression that left Viktor unsure of how to react. Jayce let the door close behind himself.
“Professor Talis. What do you want?”
Dimitri would arrive in… half an hour, according to the clock on his desk, to take him to his evening meeting. He couldn’t remember having made any other arrangements until then. Especially not with his subject of study. Or rather, with Jayce.
“That depends, Viktor.” His name, without honorifics, spoken in Jayce’s calm, raspy voice made him shiver, and even though it was imperceptible to him, it was embarrassing to think how much Jayce had been messing with him without realizing it. “Are you busy?”
“No,” he replied, trying to match his tone, “well, not at the moment. Did something happen?”
Viktor decided to stand up; he picked up his cane, walked to the front of his desk and placed it back against it. Jayce had walked halfway across the room, or two steps away from him, and stood with his hands clasped behind him, as if he were about to report something to the board.
“Sort of,” he tilted his head, “it’s a small thing, but… I lost my handkerchief.”
Viktor blinked. Kept his posture under control.
“Hmm?”
“My handkerchief. Red and gold. Have you seen it, professor?”
It took all the energy in his body not to fall. His knees nearly gave out, the hand on the table behind him had to grab tighter against the edge, and Viktor swore his heart leapt in place.
“No. I didn’t see it.”
Jayce seemed to see past his clothes, skin and bones. Despite the smile on his face, he was blank, alert, a hint of danger painting his teeth in a way Viktor had never seen before. Did he see the sweat trickling down his neck, behind his tie? Could he see the red rising in his pale cheeks?
“Huh,” Jayce made a sound in his throat that sounded like a dry laugh, “weird, because I know it’s in your drawer right now.”
Viktor’s eyes widened. He tried, really tried, to remain neutral, but he had never been a good liar, despite it all, and his pose quickly broke, back hunching and gaze straying to a random spot on the side of the other’s face.
“What are you talking about, Professor?”
“I saw you steal it, Viktor.”
Shit. Shit, fuck, he saw it. But how? He was sure he wasn’t being watched at the time. His grip on the table weakened, and Viktor knew that if he took a step, his leg would give out and he would fall to the floor.
“Not just it, but all the other items too.”
Pure terror coursed through his veins.
Jayce knew about his kleptomaniac tendencies and had come to challenge him about it. Not only was Viktor a crippled recluse, he was also a weirdo who stole trash and random items because he had a crush on his straight coworker.
He couldn't admit that, could he? So he just kept quiet as he watched Jayce go to his drawer and pull it open, revealing the cloth perfectly folded for later use, unwashed, and the silence that fell over them, no, even Viktor's attitude of letting him open his drawer to check without protest, was a sign of defeat, of shame. Viktor continued to stare at the floor, avoiding any further reaction that would worsen his situation.
"What were you going to do with this?"
Jayce took slow steps to get in front of him, at that same distance, once again. Viktor didn't even know how he was still standing. He was trying, above all, to breathe, controlling the air in his lungs with a certain ardor.
After receiving no response, Jayce shook his head and took another step forward, his presence so close forcing Viktor to look at his body.
“Professor. You know I can report you to the director, right?”
Viktor swallowed hard and immediately looked back at him. Jayce wasn't staring with contempt, but there was pity in his expression, which Viktor didn't know if it was worse. He hated being pitied, even though he deserved it at the moment. Besides, if Jayce heard his reasons, if he knew even 10% of what he had done to feel closer to his target – to his beloved – he would change his mind very quickly and start treating Viktor with the disgust he deserved.
After all, he had changed his schedule just to meet Jayce, stolen every single item he left behind, researched the type of perfume and aftershave he wore just to smell him at the end of the night. He had asked Heimerdinger to switch rooms so he and Jayce could be closer. He had read all of his articles and tasted his favorite foods and had searched for everything he could anonymously on his social media. And he stole his handkerchief to engage in sexual activities while smelling his scent.
“But I prefer this to stay between us. So tell me. What was your intention with this?”
The air was too heavy to breathe. The fact that Jayce, always a man so fond of physical touch, wouldn’t touch him now despite the proximity of the confrontation, made his head spin, and Viktor wished intensely for his health to be better so he could just run away from there, without having to give any more explanations. Even though he had to come back the next day anyway, after all, he worked there. So it was time, this was the moment that he would explain everything and Jayce would finally walk away for good.
“I…” Viktor began, unable to escape Jayce’s stare, as if he were pinned in place, “I was going to use it on a date.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s yours.”
He didn't know how to lie. Worse still, he didn't know how to lie to Jayce. He was starting to separate his consciousness from his body. And if Jayce didn't take him to the director for inappropriate behavior, he could certainly tell the entire faculty and students that Viktor was a disgusting man.
“And what were you going to do with it?”
His tone was firm, but not harsh. He watched Viktor from above, a shadow half covering his mouth because the Sun was setting outside and they hadn't turned on all the lights, engulfing the room in darkness, and if he took one more step, he would tower over him, even though the height difference wasn't that great. His broad shoulders covered Viktor's thin frame, and his hands held the evidence of his crime, crumpling the fabric in strong fingers that could easily tear him apart too, if they wanted to.
“It's inappropriate to say, professor.” Viktor blushed, turning his face away because it was all simply too much, and if he continued under the other’s intense gaze, his heart would fail.
“You’re not the right person to say something like that, Viktor.” His tone was sarcastic, with a chuckle at the end, which made Viktor’s shoulders tense. “Who’s the date with?”
“I can’t say.”
“I’m not asking for an answer. I'm demanding it. If you don’t…”
“It’s with a professor from the Piltover institution, a coworker. Satisfied?” Tired of being cornered, he turned his head forward. “I don’t understand where you’re going with this, professor Talis. If you want to report me, do it now, I won’t explain my reasoning any further than that.”
“Hmm,” a pause, which for some reason made the room seem cold, suddenly “and when will that be? When will she arrive?”
“Him. And in twenty minutes.”
Jayce began shifting his handkerchief from one hand to the other, figuring out something that escaped Viktor’s imagination.
“Text him to cancel.”
“What? Jayc—.”
“Please.”
Luckily, his phone was in his pocket, and he didn’t have to move and risk tripping or brushing his body against Talis. He could feel Jayce’s gaze hovering over him as he typed.
“There. Look, Professor Talis, I apologize for inconveniencing you, but like I said before, you can—.”
His speech was interrupted by a hand holding his chin, forcing his vision upwards. Jayce stared at him like a beast watching its prey, all smile and kindness gone from his expression.
A shiver made Viktor tremble.
“Here's what we're gonna do,” the hand on his chin lowered, slid the fingers along his jaw, taking advantage of the path along his neck – feeling strong and accelerated pulse, and those nails could cut and bleed him so, so easily – and stopped at his tie “whatever you were going to do with your guy, you're going to do to me.”
His heart stopped. Viktor opened his mouth, dry and empty, devoid of any reaction other than pure surprise.
“What?”
Jayce smiled again in the way he always recognized.
“Did you think I would hate you, Vik?” He pulled his tie out of his vest, not using too much force. “I've known about your secret for weeks now.”
“But I...” I'm a stalker. A pervert. I followed you around like a cat in heat. “You’re…”
“You’re not a good stalker, huh? The only area where I surpass you.”
His body was about to slide to the floor when the hand holding the handkerchief caught his waist in time. Janna, it fit half of his form. Both hands could probably...
“I wasn’t going to do anything, but I couldn’t help but notice that, despite everything, you’re a little whore who can’t be satisfied with just me, huh?”
The hand on the tie began to unbutton his vest and then his shirt, without much effort, and the other tightened its grip on his clothes because Viktor had finally weakened. What did that mean? Jayce was supposed to be angry, disgusted with him, complaining about his privacy and questioning why his coworker was obsessed with him. But the way he was talking now, it sounded like he was grateful for Viktor’s questionable morals, worse, flattered, and offended that it hadn’t been brought to the table sooner.
“What exactly were you going to ask him to do with it, huh, Viktor?”
He shifted the handkerchief and held it out to him: his shame was staring him in the face.
“I don’t know. Tie me up with it. I was going to have him next to me so I could smell it during sex. Gag me.”
The sheer shock of the situation made him talk without being able to stop himself. At the mention of the words “during sex,” Jayce’s gaze narrowed.
“Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Jayce took a step forward, pressing their bodies together, and he could feel—.
Oh.
This wasn’t a punishment. He wasn’t making fun of him. Jayce was enjoying this.
“But you don’t have to smell me, because I’m here.” He pulled away just enough to slide his arm down to undo his belt. “And I don’t have to tie you up, because you’ll obey me just fine.”
Viktor allowed it, fascinated by what he was hearing.
He unzipped his pants and, with the help of a swing of Viktor’s legs, let them fall to the floor with a thud.
“You came without the brace,” he said in surprise, his voice suddenly sounding like it always did, like a respectable professor from Piltover University and not a cannibal about to eat his prey.
“I have— I had a date later, it was easier to come without it.”
That made his brow furrow again, and a realization hit Viktor: Jayce was jealous.
But of what? Why? He…
You’re not a very good stalker, huh? The one area where I surpass you.
Oh, he could faint now. That explained a few things, if they were correlated. His ease in switching rooms, the times matching up perfectly without a hitch, the items left behind so casually… It wasn't just him playing that game.
“Have you guys done this before?”
Viktor nodded, studying the hand that stopped again at his waist, thumb brushing the little exposed skin of his belly.
“Not the handkerchief part.”
“Hmm. How many times?”
“A few times. We have a friendship with, eh, benefits.”
“And I never noticed before…”
“I’m a discreet man.”
That brought another smile to Jayce, who held him tighter, the spot where his fingers pressed against his waist hurting a little.
“Even with me?”
“What?”
“You’d be discreet with me?”
Happiness bubbled in the pit of his stomach. He must be dreaming. This must be some kind of joke – even if it didn’t justify how hard Jayce was – a joke for Jayce to brag about later, because Viktor had never been that lucky in his life, there was always a high price to pay. But the intensity with which he watched him, the way he held him, the words and the closeness and the implications…
No, Viktor wasn’t stupid: Jayce was genuinely interested in him. But why screamed in half of his mind, while the other half simply said: Who cares?
Really. Why did it matter? Jayce was undressing him. Fuck his morals.
“We’re professors in the same department.” Still felt the need to remind him.
“And that didn’t stop you from stealing my mug.”
Viktor gave a nervous smile.
“You really do know.”
“Of course I do.”
“And you don’t feel cornered?”
Suddenly, Jayce’s hand slid straight down his pants.
“Do I look cornered?”
“Not at all.”
But it stopped there, inert. Viktor moved to try to reach for his touch, but his palm pressed against the small of his stomach, keeping him against the edge of the table.
“Jayce, please—.”
In a quick movement, Jayce removed his hand and tied a few knots, then tied the red handkerchief behind his head, keeping his mouth half open, biting the cotton. He was right: Jayce's scent was still there, at least a little, and the idea of him biting it made him mentally spin.
“You're not going out with that guy anymore.” He stated firmly as he finished the knots. “Never again.”
Viktor had to lean completely on the table behind him, arching his back in a way that hurt a bit. He nodded.
“Can you take off the rest of your clothes?”
He put one hand on his shoulders to slide the shirt off, but remembered something and looked at the door and then at Jayce.
“It's unlocked, I know.” And he saw the confused expression Viktor made, the muffled murmur against the handkerchief. “Someone could come in at any moment, yes.”
And Viktor protested again, putting his hand on the back of his neck to look for the ties, planning to walk away and lock the door himself, but Jayce grabbed the knots and forced his head up.
“What’s wrong, you’re not going to tell me that’s not what you want, Vik? Haven’t you been following me all this time, secretly wanting me to see you and respond to you?” Viktor shook his head, moaning against the cloth. “Oh, I think that’s exactly what you wanted. And the worst part is, you’d love it if someone saw us like this now, huh?”
And it’s the way Jayce lets go of his head – with a pat on his hair – that Viktor finally obeyed: he started taking off his clothes again, as best he could, slowly, unable to take his eyes off Jayce. Each piece that fell to the floor was kicked away, until he was only in his underwear. Before he could take them off too, Jayce stopped him, holding his waist and thigh, his hand flat on his torso, grabbing him whole.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss the small knot in the middle of Viktor’s mouth, already wet with saliva, and trailed kisses down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, Viktor.”
And, without any warning, he bit the junction, receiving a muffled cry of pain. He licked the flesh there and went up a little more to leave a hickey on the neck, where a mole of was.
This is inappropriate, I won't be able to hide it later, Viktor wanted to say, but besides the physical barrier, there was also the great but of the night: who was he to pretend to be normal? He wanted this so much that his core ached with the strength of his pulse.
“You're always so quiet. Everyone thinks you're shy and mysterious, but I know very well that it's simply because you want a barrier between you and others” he bit his shoulder, sucked the mole near his collarbone, admiring every time the skin took on a red hue, “that's why I was so surprised when I realized you were stalking me. Still keeping your distance, but interested in getting closer.”
With each mark left on his skin, Viktor let out a restricted sound, his whole body tensing in pain, and he had to wrap his hands around the other's shoulder to hold himself back.
“You want to pretend you’re a normal man, so well-behaved and collected. But I know your true nature.” Jayce bit around his nipple, receiving a sharp tug on his hair that didn’t quite stop him. He pulled back enough to look at the trail of painted marks and leave delicate kisses on each one. “I can’t wait to show everyone how dirty you are.”
Watching Jayce’s head trail hickeys and bites ever lower, Viktor shivered at the prospect of being out of control: of his appearance, of his intellect, of his obsession, and serving as the one who receives, who is chased and eaten.
It was wonderful.
But also terrifying.
Because in all his research, he had never seen this Jayce. A Jayce who could tie knots so skillfully, who could hold his entire body weight with one hand, who left him dressed only with marks of possession while he himself carried the perfectly tied tie. This Jayce could break his cane, cover his eyes, tie his hands and kidnap him without anyone questioning him. He could look at him with the same cold eyes he had during their initial confrontation, which would keep him paralyzed in place in a matter of seconds. And normally Viktor liked to have the power of the situation, to tell his partner when to stop, to be the one who chose the moment and to proclaim exactly what they were going to do and how. But now...
Now he couldn't even speak. He couldn't untie the gag, too busy leaning on the shoulders of the kneeling man, who finished nibbling on his thighs, pulling stings of pain into his flesh. Jayce took off his underwear and Viktor couldn't help but help by lifting one leg at a time.
If they could see him now...
Jayce admired the figure from below. He stared at every mark made on his lover, smiled innocently – too innocently, in Viktor's opinion – at his body as if he were a work of art and not a forty-year-old man so thin his ribs were visible in his ragged breathing. He finally stood up, still smiling, patted the top of his head and commanded,
“Turn around.”
God, being ordered around shouldn't feel so good. Slowly, Viktor obeyed, rotating his body on his good leg, spreading hands at the wooden table for support. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cane leaning against the side of the table, useless, forgotten. He felt Jayce's chest against his back, his warmth making the situation even more intoxicating. He tried to remember Jayce's measurements – yes, he had calculated them by approximation – but the numbers got jumbled in his head when he saw dark hands approaching his own and holding his wrists at once, the realization of the difference in width setting off several alarms in his mind. When he began to wonder where the other hand was, he jumped in place in surprise at feeling warm fingers sliding over his sex and being inserted by two at once.
“Hmpf!” Was all he could manage to say against the cloth, his jaw already starting to ache from the position.
“Mine,” Jayce stated before biting his shoulder again, but closer to his back, working his teeth into his arms, gripping his wrists so tightly he felt like he wanted to break them. When he thought he had reached his limit, he released Viktor and put his hand on the knots to his head back and force him to look at Jayce. “I like your perversion, Vik. But I want it all to myself. Do you promise you’ll have eyes only for me?”
Viktor had to spread his legs wider to balance himself better and give his fingers more space in his cunt. He protested, the sound in his throat coming out thinner than he would have liked.
“Answer me.” He leaned in to bite over an already-made bite, turning the redness purple, and received an enthusiastic shake of the head mixed with another moan of pain. The fingers moved in and out of him at a medium pace, slow as they scissored him. “Fuck, Vik, you’re so wet.”
This made Viktor moan more – his maximum wasn’t very loud anyway, but the gag was helping to disguise a sound that could escape to outside the door. His saliva was falling down his chin and dripping onto the table in front of him since he turned around.
The fingers were removed from him, but before he could protest, he felt a hand pull his hips against the body behind him, and a hand splayed in the middle of his back and forced him to bend over the table. He propped himself up on his forearms and immediately realized how much he missed Jayce’s warmth.
When he looked back, he groaned at the sight.
Jayce Talis, kneeling before him, parted his lips and grinned from ear to ear at the sight of his cunt on his face.
“My God, Viktor.”
Luckily he had the gag on from the start, despite the pain in his jaw and the mess he was making. Because all those pain-filled bites were certainly pulling the weight out of his voice, and now – with the licking from his clit to his asshole, with Jayce's tongue entering him and being replaced by two of his fingers, filling him up again, the sounds coming out of the other and the beard brushing against his thighs – everything was pulling absolutely vile sounds out of him, sounds he never thought he would be capable of making, as if he were a cheap whore, and he couldn't be heard like that. Not that the gag muffled everything, but it was already a lot, already enough. Fuck, he couldn't help it, he didn't remember ever being eaten out being so good at his casual sex before.
And just when he thought of that—.
“Does he make you like this too?” Jayce asked against his thigh, still moving his fingers and curling them inside his cunt, rubbing at a spot that made Viktor groan in the middle of a look of confusion. “Does he pleasure you like this? To the point of making you tremble?”
Well, in a way, yes. It was never bad, just devoid of intense emotions. And now he felt so many emotions screaming at him that he didn't care about the shame creeping from before. But he felt his evil side coming to the surface and wanted to test how much Jayce's madness matched his own, since that was a side of him he didn't show to anyone else.
So he smiled and shrugged casually in response, his breathing labored, ignoring the opening path being made inside him.
Jayce's eyes widened and he smiled too, but there was red in his eyes, a heat that made Viktor's cock jump. And then he felt the emptiness in him once more, and then—.
“H-Hmm!”
He gasped forward as he felt the intrusion in his other hole, a finger full of his wetness entering easily to the base of Jayce's finger. Indecent, he thought, alarmed that he felt so much pleasure in such an unexpected way, that he felt so full even though it was only a finger, a whole finger. Inappropriate. What if they opened the door now, with my legs spread out, cunt dripping, finger in my asshole?
But Jayce was excited to open him up from the inside, to return his tongue to suck his cock, press it flat against him, squeeze his thigh tighter and tighter. He ate him like a starving man, withdrawing from his cock only to bite his skinny ass, returning to his pussy and sticking his tongue in, and then returning to his cock with a pressure stronger than he usually could handle, but that was almost pleasurable. An incessant rhythm. A maddening thirst. The finger also gave no respite, being accompanied by a second one – but that didn't go as deep –, wetting it inside his ass, opening it and using his sensitivity without care.
Viktor could do nothing but accept the waves of pleasure that overcame him, his hands desperate for something to hold on to, lost in the heat, sometimes trembling against the knots tied around his hair, trying to loosen them and beg Jayce not to stop, to put another finger in, to stick his cock in him already and to fuck him, to use all his holes at once.
And when he felt a knot forming in the bottom of his stomach with a particular rhythm of tongue around his cock, with the feeling of fullness inside him, an idea came to his head.
Panting, he pulled a piece of the handkerchief and, with great difficulty, pressing the fabric against his head, managed to loosen it enough to place it closer to his nose, which hurt his upper lip a little in the process and didn't result in much, after all, the cloth was wet from the accumulation of saliva; but even so, deep down, if he concentrated, there was still Jayce's scent there. Fire, coffee, polished leather, ozone, fierce, sweet, strong, Jayce, so Jayce, oh Janna, he was being fucked by Jayce, and sucked by Jayce, and there was so much Jayce around him—.
He came instantly.
Jayce knew, even with the silent orgasm, by the way his ass contracted around his fingers, the spasm of his legs, the liquid that ran down his tongue, sweet and delicious nectar that was so Viktor, just the way he had always imagined. Without removing his fingers from inside him, Jayce stood up and held him with his free arm around his waist, so he wouldn't fall.
Viktor waited patiently for the fingers to come out of his ass, still shaking a little with sensitivity, so Jayce could untie the knots, press his chest against his back again and kiss his hair. A sweet gesture for a man who had cornered, gagged and marked him. He even stepped away from the table to look at his state.
He was a mess. Red and purple everywhere, in obvious places that everyone would eventually see. His short ponytail was completely messed up, beard wet with drool, skin all sweaty. He turned around, feeling his asshole properly used, to see that Jayce was also analyzing his body and enjoying the result.
He sighed when his breathing finally returned to normal.
“What about you?”
He observed the erection formed in the other's pants. Jayce smiled at him tenderly, pulled out his cane and handed it to him, knowing that Viktor wouldn’t want help getting all his clothes back, that he’d rather do it on his own. Which warmed his chest in a strange way. He was so smart. So kind. But branded him like an animal at supposing he’d spend the night with someone else. Viktor could feel the wounds burning.
“I don’t need anything right now. After all, you were the one who was going to have fun with my handkerchief today.”
He pointed to the direction of the handkerchief, and Viktor realized he was holding it in his hand.
“Huh. I’ll have to wash it for you.”
Jayce cupped the sides of his face and pulled him down for a kiss. Viktor could taste himself on his lips, and smell himself on his fingers.
“But then my scent will come out.”
Viktor’s cheeks darkened red.
“Yeah. But then I’ll take something else from you.”
“Hmm, so sweet. Did you have any plans?”
“Yes. Your gym jacket. After you’ve trained and while you showered.”
They kissed again, a languid, romantic kiss.
“Cheeky. You’re a curious man, Viktor.”
“Not as curious as you, Professor Talis.”