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Viktor whines softly, the pads of his fingers circling his sore, red raw clit. His hips jerk rhythmically up into the stimulation, and a curt whimper follows every movement. His hand is stuffed down the front of his boxer briefs as he watches The Rocky Horror Picture Show on the lounge TV, passing his time the same way he does most afternoons nowadays. He’s yet to cum once, and the main cast has already been zapped into Medusa like statues. Viktor loves jerking off, relishes in edging himself to the precipice of a blinding orgasm and letting himself slowly fall back down, savoring the dazed high it gives him, but also bringing himself to a quick climax and allowing the euphoric feeling wash over his aching body. His cock is perked and at attention, thick and pressing tightly against his hood. He’s so slick that the sound echoing against the walls of his apartment is obscene, and he can only thank God that his new roommate was taking extra long at the gym today so he could indulge himself.
Ever since Viktor started testosterone, the hardest symptom to hit his system was the insatiable, constant horniness. He’s horny when he wakes up, he’s horny when he eats lunch, he’s horny when his head hits the pillow at night to sleep. Hell, he’s even horny in his sleep. The uptick in lewd, explicit wet dreams that have plagued Viktor’s every sleeping moment has left him waking up damp between the thighs way too many times to count off of the top of his head. Viktor had initially tried his best to ignore it, writing it off as a normal, fleeting symptom of the new hormone dosage entering his system that would pass swiftly and he would look back on with a simple giggle and passing thought. Now that he was nearly four months on T with injections re-upping the ante of his arousal every two weeks, he wouldn’t be able to ignore it even if he wanted to.
Viktor didn’t want to. He enjoyed it. He might even be addicted to it.
This thirst was much easier to quench when he’d lived alone in his dinky little apartment, an hour’s carriage ride to his job as the co-head scientist for the biggest lab in Piltover Academy. But, three weeks ago, he moved in with his fellow scientist, Jayce Talis.
One might think this would encourage Viktor to cease his incessant masturbation altogether, but Jayce’s presence only served to make the whole situation a thousand times worse. Jayce, with his dark hair and thick brows, bronzed skin and meticulously maintained build of thick corded muscle everywhere. No chance Viktor could be normal with Jayce around now. Additionally, he was huge. Viktor never considered himself much of a ‘size queen’ before he met Jayce, but even standing next to the 6’4” man with enormous hands that could easily wrap around his waist or hold both of Viktor’s own wrists in one singular grip made him buckle at the knees. Viktor wasn’t the smallest man ever, but he sure wasn’t anywhere near as big as Jayce was. Viktor only clocked in at 5’7”, nearly an entire foot shorter than Jayce. He was thin and scrawny, undernourished and stunted no doubt from his less than ideal upbringing in the lowest enclaves of Zaun, Piltover’s ugly-step-sister city.
Jayce on the other hand, was tall and built like a brick house. His mother, the lovely Ximena Talis with whom Viktor had only spoken to a handful of times, had surely birthed a baby that fed on love and grew to be a giant like some fairytale story. Viktor couldn’t get enough of it.
Whenever he came back home to their apartment from the gym or a shift at his family forging business, Viktor could not rip his eyes away from the way sweat beaded down his silky skin, gathering in the grooves of his muscles and goading Viktor into licking him clean with only his tongue.
Yeah, he’s got it bad.
Viktor has actually attempted to keep it under control, but it’s much harder than it sounds. Viktor didn’t even feel much sexual attraction before he started medicating with hormone replacement therapy. He’d most certainly had sexual encounters, many to be precise. But, they were never born out of necessity— rather… convenience. An orgasm felt nice any way you sliced it, even if you didn’t crave everything that came before.
Despite this, Viktor finds himself endlessly fantasizing about that everything that came before with Jayce. The man stationed dutifully between his thighs, plush lips and wide, flat tongue ravaging his cunt. His fingers, twice the size of Viktor’s, getting him ready for that even bigger cock to stuff him to the brim and pump cum straight into his womb with ease. Viktor has had to excuse himself from Jayce and his casual interactions with more and more frequency as of late. They were once sitting on the floor together, blueprints scattered on every surface of their home, trying their best to cram a week's worth of work into one night. Viktor doesn’t remember the specifics, but it was for some presentation to the board. Jayce was writing in his journal so hard that he snapped his pencil clean in half. After a chorus of frustrated groans, he got up to retrieve a new one, but Viktor had just suggested they call it a night right then and there. Jayce, still a little confused but clearly exhausted, didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and agreed.
That night, Viktor came five different times over the span of 2 hours and all because of that damn pencil.
Now, he’s surmised that he should take advantage of every moment alone he gets to jerk off and cum as much as he can. Mainly to try and get it all out of his system. He’s found that he can become quite cranky if denied it for long. Even a few grueling hours without something crammed into his greedy cunt can feel like they move like molasses on a hot summer's day. He’s even had to risk it while in the lounge with Jayce behind him in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he vehemently denied that the desperation was solely from the close proximity to a disheveled Jayce who had woken up from a nap just to make Viktor’s favorite dish. He’d rubbed himself tender through his basketball shorts (that were actually Jayce’s) just to orgasm and ward off the encroaching, overwhelming horniness. Whether it’s his fingertips or palm against his clit, three much-too-small fingers squeezed into his dripping hole, or some kind of toy that could never match up to the daydreams— and normal dreams— he has of Jayce getting him off, he was addicted.
Jayce doesn’t just make him horny, but that’s sort of the part that terrifies Viktor the most. He can deal with private desire, attraction hidden in the shadows of his locked room, under his thick blanket, and inside his sweatpants. He cannot deal with feelings, because he might just feel far too much for Jayce and ruin everything.
Jayce was the one who suggested they move in together. He told Viktor that he knew of an apartment opening with two bedrooms that was much closer to their job than either of their places were, and pitched it to his lab partner like it was one of their projects and he was an investor. Jayce could have slapped him and dragged him by his hair and he would have willingly moved in with him. Maybe he would have gotten uncomfortably wet from that too.
So they did, they moved in together and it’s been great— besides the obvious. Jayce is tentative, but not disrespectful. He gives Viktor his space the same way Viktor does him. Although, Viktor can see the way Jayce wants to give him less space. Hands twitching at his sides and aborted steps forward, all showing Viktor that the man held back the physical affection he wanted— no, needed to show. Viktor wouldn’t stop him if he… stopped holding back. A hand on his shoulder, around his waist, fingers in his hair, inside his—
“Fuck…” Viktor moans, eyes hardly even focused on the television screen in front of him. His vision is blurry with unshed tears of pleasure, and he presses two fingers into himself with a broken gasp. It’s still not enough, far from it, but it will do. As he pumps the fingers in and out of his cunt, he imagines Jayce is there to guide him through it and speak with that gravely voice Viktor gets to hear just when Jayce wakes up. The white hot spring has already started to coil in his lower stomach, and his back is bowing as he arches into the searing hot pleasure.
What would he say? Would Jayce be subservient and submissive in bed? Begging and pleading for Viktor to let him have a taste or a feel, pawing at his calves like a sad, neglected puppy? Or would he be domineering? Take control in bed, while bending to every whim Viktor has in a professional environment. Could Viktor finally let go? Allow his mind to fuzz into nothingness, noisy static ringing thickly between his ears as he obeys every command Jayce makes?
Can you press your fingers up for me, baby?
Viktor mewls and does as the figment of Jayce in his mind says. It feels good, because logically Jayce would know how to make him feel good. There’s no doubt in Viktor’s mind of that at all. He also didn’t exactly like being called baby by anyone, but to hear it in Jayce’s voice? Viktor truly thinks that would be heaven. He wants to be Jayce’s baby so badly. His fingers continue pumping, speeding up as chasing the peak so he can tip over it and finally orgasm after an hour of mindlessly playing with his clit.
Aw, you’re doing so good for me. Keep going, almost there, sweetheart.
Viktor sobbed as he felt his orgasm truly start to approach, hips rising from the seat of the living room couch. His noises were pitchy and loud with the grace of privacy. His eyes shut tightly as his head hit the back of the couch and used it for momentum to buck up into his hand. He’s about to cum, he knows it. He begins to babble.
Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how you wish it was me.
“S-So good! Ngh… harder! Please… pleasepleaseplease, Jayce-!”
“Viktor?”
Fuck, he sounded so real.
…
Fuck.
Viktor gasped, his hand’s ministrations ceasing instantly and his whole body freezing as his eyes fly open. His breathing is still ragged as he looks behind him and his vision fills with Jayce, standing at the back of the couch, staring in disbelief in nothing but a pair of loose shorts and a tight tank top. Viktor doesn’t know what the fuck to do in this scenario, so he doesn’t move, doesn’t break eye contact with Jayce, and everything in the world seems to halt to a sudden stop. Jayce’s face is bright red, and if Viktor wasn’t currently literally being caught with his hand down his pants, he’d giggle at the blushing. He still can’t seem to get his breathing to level out, his lungs and throat burning as he sucks in cold air.
Viktor finally moves to pull his fingers from his drying, sticky cunt when Jayce is the first to break the silence.
“Wait.” Jayce orders, just as short of breath as Viktor is while he circles the couch. Viktor does, against his better judgement. Viktor is still covered by a blanket and his pants, so he could technically still walk away from this with most of his dignity intact and a shameful tail tucked between his legs, but he waits. Jayce grabs the remote, shuts the movie off, and sits on the coffee table in front of the couch. Viktor doesn’t move, only allowing his wide eyes to track his movements. Jayce presses his elbows to his knees, eyes dimming as he glances down at the blanket covering Viktor’s lap.
He leaned forward, hand stretched out just far enough to give Viktor the space to say no, to reject the advance and stop this whole thing.
Viktor’s eyebrows turn upwards, he bites back a whimper, and nods frantically.
Jayce wrenches the blanket off while Viktor clumsily attempts to get his pants off with one free hand, the other one still pressed close against his cunt. After Jayce is done tossing Viktor’s blanket to the side, he helps Viktor in getting his pants and briefs off. The cold air hits his slick thighs and Viktor cannot help but hiss and shy away from the icy temperature of the room affecting the cooling wetness on his skin.
Viktor looks up in time to see Jayce swallow thickly and then meet his eye. He nods once. Sharp.
“Go on.” He demands curtly. The nails of Viktor’s free hand dig into the meat of his own thigh before he spreads his legs to expose himself to Jayce. It feels far more vulnerable than Viktor is willing to admit, but he cannot bring his arousal-drunken brain to care. He takes a deep, steadying breath before he continues at Jayce’s behest. The fingers left inside him begin again at a much slower pace, and Viktor pants at the feeling. His eyes flutter shut as his head knocks backwards against the back of the couch.
“You were thinking about me.”
Jayce doesn’t pose it as a question. Viktor moans and digs his palm into his sore cock. He nods frantically, despite knowing Jayce doesn’t really need the confirmation. He had practically screamed Jayce’s name a few moments ago while milliseconds away from his climax. Jayce was there, he knows.
Viktor is even more overstimulated now, having not expected to be denied of his previous orgasm. Everything feels so much more intense, and Jayce’s unwavering eyes locked on him and the way his fingers piston in and out of his cunt isn’t helping dull anything in the slightest. His thighs are quivering, hips aching as he rolls into every grind downwards of his palm.
“How long?” Jayce asks, a dark tone still present in his words. Viktor shivers and whines, shaking his head and hiding his face as shame licks flames up onto his own cheeks. He knows the real question hidden in the words. Jayce makes a tutting sound before reaching through his open legs and cupping his big hand around the sharp jut of Viktor’s gaunt cheek to force his face back his way. Viktor melts into the contact, shoving his face into the hand like a cat scenting its owner. Jayce chuckles, and the sound sends a jolt through Viktor’s body. “None of that, baby”
Viktor’s next noise can only be described as wounded, his fingers speed up and he tries to ignore the borderline unbearable pain in his spine because the feeling of cumming mounting again and he can’t lose it this time.
“Answer me.” Jayce orders. Domineering then, Viktor thinks almost childishly. He supposes that was the answer he’d secretly wanted. He can’t be disappointed. He isn’t.
“M-Months. Fuck, Jayce— please. I need you…” Viktor’s words trail off into staccatoed ah ah ah’s he cannot control. Jayce reaches down and yanks Viktor’s hand away, and the man sobs. Jayce doesn’t allow the hand to leave his grasp, instead bringing it up to his mouth to suck at Viktor’s ring finger and middle finger, licking down to clean the palm of Viktor’s slick as well. Viktor moans through this, unable to stop his clit from twitching at the sensation of Jayce’s tongue swishing around his thin fingers and drinking down his juices. Jayce hums.
“You taste so good, baby.” Jayce mumbles against his palm once his tongue is finished cleaning him up. He kisses deceptively gentle kisses into Viktor’s wrist and forearm before a contrasting, rough hand jerks down and shoves one finger into his gaping pussy. Viktor keens, eyes rolling back into his head as he at long last knows how Jayce feels inside him. His finger is bigger than Viktor could have even anticipated, and it feels like the stretch of his own three wasn’t even enough. He should have expected it, coming from a man who could very well enclose a hand around Viktor’s thigh and have his fingertips very nearly touch. Viktor groans and grinds his hips down into the finger, as Jayce thrusts it in and out to a slower rhythm than even Viktor had previously. His finger reached so deep inside him that Viktor nearly worried that he might pull it out and it would be covered in blood. “Can I eat you out? Please?”
Viktor still couldn’t trust his voice, as his throat was tightening and all he could do now was whine. He nodded again, pulling his legs further apart and bucking up to encourage Jayce. Viktor heard a low groan from above him, eyes opening to gaze up at Jayce who’s eyes had now shut. His head tipped back and he took a big deep breath before lowering himself down to his knees in front of him. He then looked up at Viktor through his thick, long lashes.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you.” Jayce whispered softly, hot breath puffing against the lips of Viktor’s pussy. Viktor’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline at the confession.
“Really?” He bit out, his reaction curt because he could only manage so much with Jayce’s face so close to his cunt. Jayce breathily laughed, and nodded.
“I thought suggesting we move in together would give me the confidence to do it, but I guess you’ve always been quicker than I was.” Jayce explains, but doesn’t give Viktor the chance to respond before leaning forward to wrap his lips around Viktor’s hard T-dick. Viktor crumples inwards and shouts, hand instinctively moving to thread through the strands of dark, sweaty hair at the top of Jayce’s head. Jayce sucks hard while bobbing his head, finger slowly beginning to increase its speed. Viktor is too close to even beg him to slow down, and he can feel his orgasm finally cresting for the first time after so many denials.
His back arches, he practically screams, and his vision goes white for a while.
When he comes to again, he figures it can’t have been more than a few seconds, because his cunt is still gushing from the aftershocks of his climax. Jayce has pulled his face away, but his finger is still pumping inside him and coaxing the endless squirting from his pussy until Viktor can’t go any longer. Viktor is panting. He is lightheaded and there's fuzzy black spots dotting his vision. That was the best orgasm he’s ever had, and his entire body feels like wobbly gelatin. Jayce is still kneeling before him, lower face absolutely soaked in Viktor’s cum. The way it collects in his stubble makes Viktor grin. His eyes are wide again, and Viktor doesn’t know why.
“You came so fast.” Jayce murmurs, almost like he could read Viktor’s mind and react to the confusion. “Fuck, Vik.”
Viktor should feel shameful, should be embarrassed that Jayce had hardly thirty seconds on his cock before he was bursting at the seams and cumming all over his chin. But, Viktor feels nothing but ecstasy. The euphoric feeling throbbing through his body was unmatched, blotting out the pain he usually felt in all of his bones and replacing it with static noise.
Viktor hears a rustling that brings the world back into view, sees Jayce push himself up onto his knees and frantically fish his cock out of his shorts. He is just as big there as Viktor imagined he’d be. His dick is so pretty, a burnished pre cum-slicked head and a slightly thicker hilt. Viktor mewls mindlessly as he tries to reach forward and grab the dick in his hand, but fails to gather enough strength to do so. Jayce starts to stroke himself quickly, one hand coming down to settle in the divot right above Viktor’s hip bone, and that just won’t do.
“No… no— Jayce.” Viktor whines, words slurred together and nearly incomprehensible. Jayce lets out a broken moan, his eyebrows furrowed together. His hand squeezes at the base of his shaft, and he speaks.
“My god, Viktor. Just the way you say my name…”
Viktor weakly bats his hand away and Jayce whimpers, looking up at Viktor like a wounded baby animal for an explanation. Viktor heaved, every inhale wheezing as he shifted his hips down to the very edge of the couch.
“In me, please, Jayce.” Viktor pleads, eyes hardly strong enough to stay open.
Jayce gasps. His eyes flutter before he starts to shake his head.
“I won’t be able to stop, V. I’ve never been good at pulling out—“
“Then don’t.”
Jayce audibly bites back a groan, his forehead falling to rest on Viktor’s shoulder.
“I need to prep you, I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, still out of breath. “I’ve hurt other people.”
Viktor tries not to let that make him jealous. Viktor has had previous sexual partners of his own, he shouldn’t be so upset to hear that Jayce is in the same boat. It makes total sense, though, because it would be a damn miracle for someone like Jayce to have made it this far in life and remain a virgin. Viktor was aware of the girls who threw themselves at Jayce’s feet just to get some attention from him, and he didn’t blame them at all.
Viktor shakes his head petulantly.
“No. I want it to hurt.” Viktor replies, his hands snaking up under Jayce’s arms to dig his nails into his back. Jayce’s breathing stutters before he sighs. He wants it to hurt so he can feel the pain tomorrow— a reminder that this really did happen. That Jayce’s cock was finally sheathed inside of him, big enough to make him sore for days. He wants to make Jayce hurt, so he’s reminded of it too. He drags his nails down a bit, and Jayce kicks into action, hips jerking forward. Their dicks slide together, Jayce’s collecting the remaining slick in Viktor’s folds. He moans as the head of his dick catches at Viktor’s entrance. God, their size difference is laughable, Viktor thinks to himself. How could that monster fit inside him? No matter how, it would. “Want you to make it fit.”
“Yeah, fuck. I can do that for you, baby.” Jayce says, and Viktor feels like he could pass out. The ‘baby’ fantasy was truly spot on. Viktor feels his cunt shudder at the pet name.
Jayce properly lines himself up, pressing the tip of his cock to Viktor’s hole, and starts to press forward. Every inch forward burns, and Viktor’s body is starting to return to the state of aching, longing pain that always throbs in his muscles. He whines and wraps his trembling legs loosely around Jayce’s waist and tugs him forward. Jayce buckles and falls forward, burying himself inside Viktor down to the hilt. They moan loudly in unison, Viktor’s hands ball into fists and his ankles lock behind Jayce to keep him secure.
“Big— ngh— fuck. Too big. Jayce, you’re too big.” Viktor was rambling, unconscious to the words tumbling out of his mouth as he bent underneath the force of Jayce’s body. He tries to move his hips to get Jayce to move, but Jayce is dead weight against him. “Please— hah— barely fits…”
Jayce is trembling, and Viktor soon clues into it.
“Jayce?” He asks shakily, unsure if he was alright or not.
Jayce pushes himself slowly upwards, leaning on his forearms to pillar his weight above Viktor.
“You feel so fucking good. Gonna fuck you all the time. Keep this cunt stuffed with my cock 24/7. Don’t ever wanna pull out.” Jayce mumbles, eyes still squeezed shut and his nostrils flaring as he tries (and visibly fails) to calm himself down. Viktor is scared to admit that he isn’t entirely opposed to the idea he proposes.
“Move, please—”
The words hardly leave Viktor’s lips before Jayce shifts backwards against Viktor’s leg-lock to pull his cock almost totally out of his hole before slamming back in within the blink of an eye. Viktor’s following noise is loud and visceral. It stings like crazy but, God, does it feel so fucking right.
Jayce’s pace was immediately brutal. The flurry of movements were sharp, deep thrusts that just about felt like they reached Viktor’s throat. The creaking of the couch under them was comical, reacting to the power behind every plunge Jayce’s cock took into Viktor’s cunt. Jayce is panting directly into the shell of his ear, and Viktor can barely think straight. Jayce sounds like a rabid animal, with his growls and huffs as he fucks wildly into him. Viktor loves it.
Jayce’s hand slips upwards and makes it onto Viktor’s jaw. Viktor cannot blink before Jayce’s mouth is on his own, ravaging his mouth with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Jayce’s tongue is relentless, exploring every single divot and plane of Viktor’s mouth while his thrusts never even slightly falter. He tastes like Viktor, salty and milky, but also tastes so undeniably of himself. Viktor can taste the flavor of sweat and that nasty pre-workout protein powder mix he swears would be good for Viktor on his tongue, sluicing down his throat and filling him from both ends with irrevocable Jayce Talis.
Viktor’s hands fall from Jayce’s back and weakly wander upwards to wrap around his strong forearm. Viktor tries not to pay any mind to the way his fingers look so tiny compared to Jayce’s arm. He probably fails.
He tugs down on the arm, knocking the bigger man’s hand from his jaw to his throat. Viktor spares a break from the kiss, which Jayce wordlessly protests, to whimper out a few words between punishing thrusts.
“Ch-Choke me, fuck, ple-please, Jayce.”
Jayce’s eyes widen, and his breathing grows heavier. His hand tightens with ease, fingertips pressing hard into the sides of his neck. Then, the palm of his hand presses into his esophagus and just barely impedes Viktor’s breathing. He snarls as his pace slows, but never loses the power. Each slower, harder thrust knocks Viktor upwards for a split second’s reprieve from the oxygen cut off, but brings him back down into the grip even harder than before. His brain is starting to truly melt and he can feel another orgasm growing in his lower stomach.
He’d usually last much longer, but after the teasing and previous one, his swift climax seems inevitable. Jayce is still grunting with every inelegant shove forward of his hips. Viktor watches as his eyes drag down his body, but catch where they’re conjoined and linger there.
No, not where Jayce’s dick is bullying his insides, but just above.
Jayce’s free hand propels himself upwards and moves to lay against the skin of Viktor’s lower stomach. The man under him isn’t sure what Jayce is trying to do until he presses down with the palm, and he feels it.
A bulge.
Viktor lets out a choked scream, and cums once again.
He gushes from his cunt uncontrollably, spraying and squirting all over Jayce’s balls and thighs. Jayce doesn’t stop thrusting inside of him, and Viktor’s cum continues to spurt with every skewer of Jayce’s cock inside him. The aftershocks ripple through Viktor’s body like he’s possessed, body jerking and twitching as he comes down from the orgasm. There’s tears streaming down his temples and into his hairline before he can stop them. Jayce’s hand leaves his throat, and he dreamily laments at the loss of pressure and return of air filling his lungs. His head is propped up against the back of the couch, and he can now see the way his torso dwarfs in comparison to Jayce’s large hand on his lower stomach. A few emphatic gushes squirt from Viktor’s pussy at the sight of it.
Jayce’s moans are starting to pick up, his thrusts ramping up alongside them once again as he chases his own climax. Viktor can barely move, still halfway pinned under the much taller man and barely any fight left in his satiated body to even attempt it. He’s still letting out soft, choppy grunts with every one of Jayce’s ministrations. He’s been overstimulated so far that he’s now completely dazed, and he feels like he’s slipped onto a fluffy cloud. His brain is made of cotton as he takes every thrust Jayce has got, reveling in the dull thrum of pleasure still pulsating from head to toe.
“Baby, come back to me. Come on, tell me it’s okay.”
Viktor whimpers and creases his brows together. What is Jayce asking?
“Tell me I can cum in you, please, sweetheart. Need to fill you up so fucking bad. Wanna knock you up. Put my baby in you. You want my baby, Vik?” He’s babbling, and Viktor smiles lazily at it. He’s just as overwhelmed by desire as Viktor was. It’s adorable. He nods slowly.
“Mhm,” he slurs, “put your baby in me, Jayce.”
Viktor’s words surely sound like garbled nonsense, but he’s certain that Jayce understands him from the way he sobs and folds over on top of him. His thrusts come to a winding stop, and Viktor registers the warm feeling of being filled with Jayce’s cum almost straight away. Jayce twitches forward a few times, daring to shove his cum deeper inside of Viktor. As if he could be any further inside me, Viktor thinks.
The apartment is pin drop silent for a few moments as Jayce recovers, and Viktor gradually descends from the hazy space he’d found himself in.
“We should…” Jayce starts, pausing to work at his still leveling breaths, “probably talk about this.”
Viktor giggles softly in response. He rakes his nails gently down Jayce’s already marred back and agrees.
“Yes, probably.”
Silence follows, until they both dissolve into laughter. Jayce is still inside Viktor when he leans up to kiss him, and Viktor reciprocates with the goofiest of grins on his face. They spend the next few minutes making out, truly exploring each other's mouths with tender care. When Jayce does eventually pull out, Viktor cries quietly at the empty feeling. Jayce soothes him with cool kisses against his forehead and temple. His hands rub up and down Viktor’s arms, pacifying the feeling of loss.
“Let’s take a shower and figure it out afterwards.” Jayce says before one hand slips down to massage Viktor’s right knee. It feels nice, and the pain was just starting to make itself evident. Jayce probably could read his mind. Viktor sighs and nods.
If he lets Jayce carry him to the shower and place him on the shower chair, and fuck Viktor up against the cold tiles of the stall before cumming inside him again with mindless rambles of ‘making it take’, it’s nobody’s business but their own.