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Jayce was acting weird.
Viktor has known Jayce for nearly two decades, and one of those decades included them being in close contact for hours and days at a time, so it was difficult for him to not pick up on all of Jayce's tics.
There was something going on, and Viktor intended to find out whatever it was because it was beginning to impede on his own work.
Viktor had managed to corner Jayce in one of the back alleyways in Zaun. Fortunately, there were few people in the area they were in, so there was little risk of anyone actually passing by them.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” Viktor hisses out, crowding Jayce further up against a wall. He presses the end of his cane under Jayce’s chin, forcing him to look up.
Viktor relishes in the way that he towers over Jayce. Viktor has been taller than him since he opted to augment himself, but it’s something he’ll never grow tired of.
Jayce tries to push himself up to stand taller, his eyes defiant, before starting up, “You know exactly wha—"
The hexclaw latching onto Jayce's neck cuts short anything Jayce was about to say. "Don't play stupid, Defender. You should know exactly what I’m talking about," Viktor says, leaning down until they're both face to face, his mask inches away from Jayce.
From here, Viktor can better assess Jayce's features. Jayce's face has a slight flush, and his tongue flies out to lick his lips, but he's otherwise deafeningly quiet - which is odd in and of itself.
Oh. Oh.
So it was one of those problems.
Viktor tilts his head to the side and presses down harder on Jayce's neck, and the way Jayce's eyelids flutter and how the flush on his face darkens is all the proof he needs. “You really are pathetic.”
Jayce's lips twitch, and he chuckles as his hands reach up to clasp the hexclaw, rather than pulling it away. “And? What do you plan on doing about it?" Jayce teases, and Viktor wants to wipe that smirk off his face. So he does.
He doesn't remember much of the journey back to his place, except that it entailed a lot of stumbling as they both struggled to maintain their hands on each other. Viktor can recall entering his home, shoving Jayce into his room, undressing him, and then—
Now. Now he’s pushing Jayce down onto his bed as he moves to straddle his thighs, leaning over and bracketing his arms around Jayce’s head.
Jayce almost slams his face into his mask in an attempt at a kiss, forcing Viktor to choke back a laugh. "Aren't you a little too eager, Defender?"
That earns him a glare. "Don't call me that while we’re alone," Jayce huffs, "and mask—take it off.”
“Take it off yourself if you want it off so badly,” Viktor says.
Jayce is propping himself up as soon as those words escape his mouth, and Viktor has to lean back to avoid almost headbutting with him again. He’s about to say something, but Jayce reaches behind Viktor’s head for the clasps and unbuckles them with ease, removing the mask before he’s able to.
The mask is dropped on the nightstand, forgotten, and Viktor surges forward for a bruising kiss. It’s a bit uncomfortable at first, with their teeth clacking together painfully, but Jayce becomes so pliant under Viktor’s touch that it’s worth it.
Jayce lets out a pleased noise, his lips parting eagerly, and Viktor quickly takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hand moves up to grab at the short hairs at the base of Jayce’s neck before pulling on them, allowing Viktor a better angle to lick into Jayce’s mouth.
"Don’t you think you're a little overdressed?" Jayce asks after pulling away, letting his hand trail up Viktor’s chest.
Viktor grins as he moves his hand down Jayce’s chest and between his thighs, pressing harder, and Jayce groans. “I don’t think you mind it too much.”
They kiss for a few more moments before Jayce has to pull away again, panting for air. Viktor isn’t as affected, so he takes advantage of the situation by trailing the other’s neck with open-mouthed kisses. Jayce audibly swallows, and he tilts his head back to give Viktor more room.
“This isn’t fair—,” Jayce gasps after Viktor does a particularly hard bite, “that you—have so much breath. You’re starting to make me feel old.”
Another shiver wracks Jayce’s body as Viktor drags his tongue over the bite before muttering, “Maybe you are getting old.”
Viktor isn’t able to suppress the moan that escapes his mouth when Jayce’s fingers fist into his hair, pulling him back. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Jayce grits out, and it would’ve been more serious if Viktor couldn’t see how Jayce was fighting to keep his breathing under control.
The hand that’s on Jayce’s chest presses down, and Viktor digs his claws in as he moves it downwards, leaving scratch marks in his wake. “Well, I definitely can, but maybe not in the way that you’re thinking about.”
“Yea, well what were you thinking about?” Jayce asks, his breath hitching as he pushes his chest up into Viktor’s hand. He lets out a low groan as Viktor’s thumb starts to circle one of his nipples.
Viktor starts lowering himself, moving down on the bed so he is laying down between Jayce’s legs. “Well, I’m more of a hands-on person, so why don’t I just show you instead?”
Jayce snorts, and Viktor sends him a glare that’s supposed to be intimidating, though it only serves to make Jayce let out another laugh.
“Sorry,” Jayce wheezes out, “it’s just, your lines—”
“Like yours are any better,” Viktor mumbles before he takes the chance to nip at Jayce’s inner thigh and he bites down. Hard.
Jayce cries out, his leg kicking outwards, and Viktor has to suppress the smile by kissing the abused skin. Viktor starts trailing the kisses upwards, nosing at the curls found there while his hands move to put Jayce’s legs over his shoulders.
He can feel the way that Jayce's hips twitch forwards and hear how Jayce's breathing quickens, and it was the closest thing that Viktor was going to get to begging—for now at least.
Viktor’s fingers run down near Jayce’s cock and then descend lower over his entrance, making sure to be mindful of his claws, before he retracts them and slides two fingers in easily.
A strangled noise leaves Jayce, and his hand darts down to weave its way into Viktor’s hair. He doesn't pull—not yet, but Viktor can feel his fingers twitching with the need to. He doesn’t let it distract him as he pulls his fingers out before sliding them back in and carefully scissoring them apart, moving them in ways that leave Jayce gasping for air.
When Viktor is satisfied, that’s when he starts to pick up the pace. He pulls out, ghosting his fingers over Jayce’s cock again, teasing, before roughly thrusting them back in. Viktor sets up a harsh pace, canting his fingers up causing Jayce to let out a strangled, “Viktor.”
Jayce’s whines can be heard above him as he bucks his hips harshly into Viktor’s fingers. With his free hand, his claws press into Jayce’s thighs as a warning to stay still; he knows what Jayce wants, but he plans on Jayce being the first to break.
Luckily, it doesn’t take too much longer before Jayce’s hand in his hair tightens and pulls, “Viktor, I swear—”
Viktor may be an asshole, but he’s not a monster. He’s teased Jayce enough, so he gets right to work and flattens his tongue, licking a broad stripe up to Jayce’s cock and circling it in a way that has Jayce downright trembling.
Jayce lets out a litany of curses, tossing his head back, and his legs threaten to clamp down around Viktor’s head.
In moments like these, Viktor wishes he would never have to leave from his spot in between Jayce’s thighs ever again. He wants to sit right there, his hands full of a quivering Jayce, and use his fingers and tongue to make him cum as many times as possible.
Yes, he knew it would never happen and that it was incredibly unrealistic, but that didn't stop him from thinking about it.
He keeps that up until he can tell that Jayce is close because of the mess that’s starting to drip down his jaw and the way Jayce’s thighs are quivering around his head. Viktor pulls away all at once, and he can hear Jayce trying to bite back a whine.
“You fucking—asshole,” Jayce gasps out.
“Do you really want this visit to end so soon?” Viktor asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jayce groans, tightening his grip on Viktor’s hair, “If you don’t fucking get on with it—”
“You’re always so demanding,” Viktor says, pulling away from in between Jayce’s legs. Even then, he’s moving to reach into the bedside drawer. The way that Jayce perks up when he realizes what Viktor is getting—it’s endearing.
He pulls out one of the dildos stored in there along with the lube, though he doubts they’ll even need it, but better to be safe than sorry. Viktor moved on by pressing one of the buttons that are located on his pelvis, which opens up another panel, allowing him to properly put it in place.
Jayce is quiet, oddly so. When Viktor looks up to check on him, the fucker is smiling. “You went bigger."
Viktor can’t hold back his snort at that, “Well, I do remember about you wanting me to, but we don’t have to—”
“No—” Jayce rushes out before he bites his lip and finishes off lamely, “I want to.”
Viktor moves back to where he originally was, leaning down and over Jayce, and he kisses him again, but it's slower and more affectionate than the last time. Jayce arches up into him and wraps his arms around Viktor’s neck, attempting to pull him even closer.
They pull away from each other, and Viktor rolls his hips just right so his cock rubs against a particularly sensitive spot. Jayce makes a pleased hum, his eyes fluttering closed, and his hips buck into the pressure.
It doesn’t last long though because Viktor digs his nails into Jayce’s hips, forcing his movements to come to a halt, and he lets out a frustrated huff, “Viktor.”
“Beg,” Viktor orders. It’s simple, but he knows there’s a chance that Jayce may refuse to do it because his ego wouldn’t allow it.
There’s a long pause, and Jayce turns away from Viktor, chewing on his lower lip. Viktor allows him to sit there, because there’s no doubt that Jayce is probably thinking whether giving up the last bit of his pride is actually worth it or not.
After a few moments, Viktor is ready to move on, but then he feels Jayce’s attempt to grind down on his cock once more. That might be sufficient to anyone else, but Viktor wants more than that.
He can tell that Jayce is on the verge of breaking, so he moves a hand between their bodies and places his finger on Jayce's cock. He doesn’t bother to retract his claws this time around, so he makes sure he’s careful, but Jayce has never really minded them—not like this.
Jayce's body jolts, and Viktor flips on the vibration in his finger before the other can say anything.
“I said, beg.” He orders again, punctuating it this time by rubbing his finger in tight circles.
Viktor can see the moment when Jayce has finally had enough because he throws his head back, cants his hips down, and whines, "Vitya, please—”
He has to let out a shaky exhale, the words making him shiver and sending pleasant sparks down his spine. Viktor pulls his finger away, and he raises Jayce's hips to watch his cock rub through Jayce’s folds before readjusting the angle and bottoming out all at once.
“Shit—Viktor!” Jayce cries out, his voice breaking pathetically as his back arches up and off the bed. His hands scramble for purchase, and they eventually land on grabbing onto the headboard.
Viktor grips one of his hips, hard enough to bruise, and he doesn't hesitate to start at a fast pace. Jayce doesn’t seem to mind though, especially with the way he cries out when Viktor adjusts the angle.
He leans down, pushing Jayce’s legs upwards as he goes, and Jayce takes the chance to wrap his arms around Viktor’s neck. "You're doing so good, Jayce. Look at you, taking it so well."
Jayce whines wordlessly, digging his nails into the metal plates on Viktor’s back. He’s really starting to regret leaving those on, because he wants to feel the pleasant burn of Jayce’s nails scratching across his skin. Maybe next time.
Viktor moves down, licking and nipping at Jayce’s neck, and he whines out a litany of words along the lines of, “Viktor. Vitya! Please—“
He bites down, and Jayce practically sobs.
As much as he wants to keep going, he can’t when a sudden cramp is going through his leg, and he has to pause in his movements and bite down on his tongue to suppress a pained grunt. His leg feels like it’s on fire. He closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply, wishing for the damned pain to just go away.
"Vitya?" Jayce asks, his voice hoarse from use, and it surprises Viktor because he had honestly forgotten where he was for a second.
"Just… give me one moment—actually, can we swap positions?" Viktor says, and he hisses again as another bout of pain hits him. Jayce is already moving out of his spot, and Viktor takes up the empty space as soon as Jayce is out of the way.
A sigh brushes past Viktor's lips and the pain goes down some with the new position, but it's still lingering, and it probably will for a good while. He opens his eyes, and Jayce is awkwardly standing there on the side of the bed. It would’ve been funny if he didn’t look so lost on what to do.
He pats his good leg, "Come here, lásko.”
Jayce shivers at the endearment, and he crawls back onto the bed and carefully straddles Viktor’s lap. He’s always been so… thoughtful, and Viktor hums appreciatively and runs his hand up Jayce’s leg.
“How do you want to do this?” Jayce asks, rolling his hips back.
Viktor takes a moment to think before settling on, "I want you to ride my cock, and preferably facing me. You’ll have to do most of the work though.”
A quiet 'fuck' leaves Jayce's lips, “Yes—yes that’s perfectly fine.” He strains his legs to push himself up to reposition himself to get ready. Viktor bends his right leg, and Jayce takes the offered support by resting his hand on the other man’s knee.
Viktor groans as he watches the way his cock disappears from view as Jayce lowers himself back down onto it with ease. “Jayce—“
After a few moments, Jayce starts moving, pulling himself off of Viktor’s cock until just the tip is in before he sits back down more forcefully. A punched out moan escapes him, and Viktor tightens his grip on Jayce’s hips to the point his nails are threatening to break skin.
It doesn’t take too long before Jayce is whining openly and writhing in Viktor’s grip again, already back on the edge. His head is thrown back now while his mouth hangs open, and Viktor feels like he could cum from the sight alone.
"T-Touch me—," Jayce gasps out, desperately bucking his hips, and how can Viktor deny such a request?
As Viktor reaches in between them to touch Jayce's cock. The reaction is immediate, and Jayce's legs tighten around him as his mouth parts in a silent scream.
“Good boy… you did so well,” he murmurs as he keeps caressing Jayce's cock, working him through it.
Eventually, Jayce’s hand stretches out to grab at his wrist, and Viktor’s movements come to a halt. He sits there silently and watches as Jayce rolls his hips downwards, groans from overstimulation, and clamps his legs down even tighter. “Fuckk…”
“Good?”
The only answer that Viktor gets is a quiet mmhmmm…, and he watches as Jayce leans forward, bracketing Viktor’s body with his arms. He's practically laying down on Viktor now, and Jayce lays his head down onto Viktor’s chest.
"Are you going to fall asleep on me?" Viktor asks, gently caressing Jayce's thigh with his free hand. He despises how soft he’s being, yet it's impossible to avoid doing so around Jayce.
Jayce takes a few moments to look up and open his eyes, and the dopey smile on his face is having a bigger effect on Viktor than he’d ever like to admit. "What exactly do you mean?" Jayce says, "I've never fallen asleep on you," in the exact tone of someone who knows they're lying.
Viktor hopes that his expression conveys how done he is with Jayce’s bullshit, but Jayce's smile simply becomes wider. To save face, Viktor needs to turn away and he says, "We should probably clean up.”
“Just… give me one moment—I need a moment,” Jayce says, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back down onto Viktor’s chest.
“Take all of the time you need,” Viktor says, bringing his hand up to stroke through Jayce’s hair. He pushes the bangs that are sticking to his forehead back before scratching softly. Jayce hums and leans into the touch, and Viktor’s heart can’t take it.
They stay like that for a few moments, and he can feel Jayce’s hand wander down to his hip, “Mmm… do you need help with—?”
Viktor grabs Jayce’s wrist and he says, “I’ll be up for it in a bit. I’d rather just lay here for right now.”
“Alright, I’m going to remember that,” Jayce replies. He uses Viktor’s grip on his wrist to pull Viktor’s hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on his inner wrist and then one on his palm.
His heart flutters, because even after all of these years, he’s still not used to how Jayce gives out affection so easily. He wants to say something about it, but what ends up coming out is, “We—I should probably pull out. Before it starts feeling uncomfortable.”
Jayce sighs, closing his eyes before nodding, “Yea. I think I’ll be okay to move now.”
With that, Viktor’s grip on Jayce’s thighs tightens as he helps pull Jayce off, his attention fixated on the sight of his cock sliding out of Jayce. “Fuck—Jayce,” he breathes.
As soon as he's officially off of Viktor, he fiddles around with the buttons, taking the dildo off and tossing it to the edge of the bed. Viktor can clean it later.
Jayce lays down, but this time next to Viktor, and he immediately pulls Viktor in to cuddle. He shoves his face into the crook of Viktor’s neck, causing the latter to huff a laugh at the ticklish sensation, “I always forget how affectionate you are afterwards.”
“Mmm… I don’t think you mind it that much.”
Jayce's breath catches behind him as Viktor takes Jayce's hand in his own, pushing it up to his mouth and kissing it, just like how Jayce did earlier. "No, I don't believe I do."