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“Are you gonna act cruel now?” Jayce calls, perturbed.
Viktor’s deep in annotating anatomy notes for Hexclaw. Still, emotionless. Unattainable. So alluring when he’s like this. Jayce always reached for the unreachable. Extramundane. Magical.
In his skin-tight gala trousers Jayce’s cock twitches violently. It’s piercing through buttons on his high waist.
“Viktor, please.”
Jayce’s mind rushes on adrenaline.
“Viktor.”
His mind throbbing rapidly. He hyperventilates. A flush of restlessness heated the face and makes it blush thoroughly.
A glimpse at Viktor electrifically sends shivers straight to Jayce’s slit, precum leaks and stains his pants an umber patch.
Without lowering his head Jayce peeks down at himself. At Viktor. Down again. His body squirms.
Porcelain cup clinks on the saucer in his hand. His lips tremble. “..I made you a tea. Rooibos with sweetmilk. The way you lik—”
“One moment.”
His lips tremble only more, he bites it to shut the whine. Jayce folds and keeps his head down. His hands are red, sweaty and shivering. He tightens them in fists.
He tries to count but ‘one moment’ is nothing to count. Only a moment and Viktor will be there. If only for a moment. Jayce will take it. He’ll wait his whole life for a single moment for connection with transcendent.
“Viktor, please, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
Viktor views the window. Translucent tulle opens the view of old branching weeping willow. Viktor stretches his back elegantly, deliberately.
Every click of his spine is a slow motion of metronome—they play by Viktor’s rhytm.
Desire is expanding, heating whole body till wriggles, slapping Jayce in the stomach.
On wobbly legs Jayce goes to Viktor’s home birch desk full of organised chaos. Viktor’s scent envelops him whole: powdery, ink, wood and sweet after shower musk. Jayce stables himself by the edge of the desk.
Not finding their notebook for shared notes Jayce lefts a shaky scribble on a scrap:
‘Did you read my notes?’
Viktor didn't dare a single look at Jayce. He actively annotates on muscle structure page. The face is indifferent.
Another try. ‘Are you not going to answer? At all?’ Jayce pushes it closer to him.
Jayce breathes faster through deep contraction in his cage. He clenches his clothes in a fist.
“Answer at least to the first one?”
With tsck Viktor eyes the note, not him. He writes in a single stroke.
Jayce can’t breathe.
He looks at it.
It’s: “—”
His dick pulses, starving. Tears start prickling his eyes.
Another notes in a rush from Jayce.
‘Why?
Did you read my original notes?
??
If not, please read it.
Please.
Don’t do this.
I put my whole heart in there.
My soul is on the platter
For you.’
Not a glance.
Tears push through and run freely on his cheeks.
“If you want to act mercilessly—fine.” Jayce tries to sound cold. His fingers fidget with bracelet intensely.
Choking through muffled weepings he scribbles:
“What’s your problem?
For fuck's sake.
Why do you need to act so cold?!
Why are you hurting me? Ignoring me?
Do you want me in distraught?”
No answer.
Jayce pleading with gaze. Viktor doesn’t watch him nor his notes.
In one hand motion Viktor swooshes away last Jayce’s notes. Viktor leans his cutting chin on his palm and faces away from Jayce. He looks icingly bored.
Unreachable.
Superior.
Temptation.
Enticing cosmic being
Jayce pushes his wrist to eyes, wiping it with ironed cotton of his sleeve. He unzips his pants with one hand and grips his swollen, demanding flesh.
“Viktor, Viktor, look at me, look at what I do, Viktor, please, why won’t you look at me? I’m here for you, all for you. I’m all soaked and open and ready—for you. Take me!” he sobs and whimpers brokenly.
Viktor scratches his nape and yawns.
Jayce stares at his canines. “Take me—take me—take me, all yours. Give me your attention, I'm all for you. I need you, need you every time. I need you so much I'm going to burst. I'm going to—you’re my everything, my whole world, you can’t do this to me anymore. I ah-ha—I-ahh,” he jerks himself rough. Obscene wet sounds making him shudder.
But it does nothing to Viktor.
Viktor stops his writing. Jayce slows his rhythm in anticipation, eyes wide and teary, blinking fast to catch anything. Viktor opens drawers and seeks for something. Jayce is enchanted. Look at me, look for something about me.
He doesn’t.
Extensive loads of precome and drool covers his cock.
Viktor gets his earplugs. He puts them in.
It sends the shockwave of deep pleasure. Jayce piles up on his knees and shudders.
Jayce wails. He’s hyping his speed. “Why are you doing this to me? Help me, help, help, help meee, ahh, mnghh, save me, save me, Viktor, please, only you, ngh, ah! You—mmha, save! Ahhha.” He grips his dick with both hands.
He was supposed to hold Viktor’s teacup.
…
It’s falling.
Milky tea spills over the floor.
Teacup and saucer wrecked in many tiniest shards.
Maybe now? His heart is desperate for a single glance if not at himself but at the ruined porcelain.
Nothing.
He’s heaving. Fuck.
He won’t be saved.
“Forgive me, please, don’t leave me,” He crawls to Viktor. “I’ll be good, I’ll do everything. Just forgive me. Just this once…Please.”
Viktor presses earplugs deeper and sighs. He looks in his notes, thumping a pen on his unaffected lips.
If only Jayce could touch him, if only...
“I’m obsessed with you, don’t you see? I’ll do anything,” he screams and cries at the top of his lungs. Rivers of tears are unstoppable now. He crawls closer. “My everything, my soulmate, my inevitability…”
He touches just a bit, only a bit with his fingertips, not daring to do more but needing Viktor’s kneecap—immediately Viktor moves it away. So fast: a gust of air goes to Jayce’s face. Jayce squeezes his eyes till white. He folds on all fours and heaves louder. He’s nauseous since his failure. He can’t do this, he can’t do this anymore, he—
He’s throwing up bile. He groans and moans highly, wantonly and jerks it on full speed—his purple tinged head.
Whimpers go higher and louder, wailing is completely unstoppable, breathing is harsh, completely out of hand.
Cane taps the floor.
Ah.
Here he is.
His God.
With eyes shut, Jayce stops everything. He waits. In a sweet-sweet suspense.
Tap, tap, tap.
He hears…
He hears how the door shuts.
“Nnngh,” he weeps, stricken.
Jayce bites his lip, one jerk and he’s cumming all over himself. Wailing only louder in a full-blown catharsis. He’s falling on the ground and can’t stop crying. His happiness hurts.
“Hammer,” he murmurs.
Tap, tap, tap.
A tender hand lays on his shoulder. Jayce stops his loud crying and only hiccups, tears keep flowing to his nose. His breath is childlike.
“Shh, my love, I’m here.” Viktor helps him sit and embraces tightly yet so, so gently.
“Viktor,” he sobs and puts his hands all over him.
“Alright? Wasn’t too much?”
“No. Perfect.” He breathes out. “You?”
“Mm, it was not completely out of character for me, still…quite extreme.” He takes a pause, burying his nose in Jayce’s drenched hair. “You were voluptuous.”
Jayce sniffles and smiles depleted.
Viktor strokes his back in pressing, soothing motions.
“You’ll be okay.” He kisses his crown. “My special. I’m proud of you, I always would come to save you.” He kisses Jayce’s forehead ever so slightly, giving gentle kisses to wet eyelids. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“But the mess—I should clean here and—”
“Shh, once I’m here, you don’t have to worry anymore.”
If Viktor wants to act heroically and delicately—fine. Jayce will take it. He always will.