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Viktor sleeps naked.
Their apartment is temperature controlled and it’s been a pretty cool autumn so far, but he sleeps naked anyway. Year-round. It’s one of those Zaun slash Piltover cultural differences, from what Jayce can tell. Same as why Viktor prefers dinners of noodles and mushrooms while Jayce prefers dinners of steak and potatoes. Same as why Viktor wanted to be fucked well before he ever let Jayce take him on an actual date.
Jayce has been away on business for weeks. Hextech is no longer a venture that can be run out of their living room. It’s no longer a start-up company, he should say. Apart from the in-house rote scientific testing and calculations and fabricating, there are investors to keep happy and public relations to perform and Hexgates all over the world to be sold and installed and maintained.
It brings Viktor no joy to be part of any of that.
It brings Jayce…slightly more than none, he’ll admit. It feels good—incredible, even—to be validated after striving for this since childhood and being laughed out of hundreds of rooms in his youth. But it’s still hard being away from Piltover so often, and for so long.
For many reasons. Most tied up in Viktor and Jayce’s feelings for him.
And right now, as Jayce leans his head against the chilled passenger seat window of this rented motor carriage and fantasizes about their apartment waiting for him minutes away…it’s especially tough because he can’t stop thinking about how Viktor sleeps naked.
It’s late. Late enough that Viktor will actually be in bed, unless he’s messed up his sleep schedule so much in Jayce’s absence that he’s making a habit of working till 4 in the morning. And Jayce was able to finish his last install two days early, so he gets to surprise his partner.
Jayce closes his eyes to the world outside the motor carriage window. Sharp angles and soft skin under his hands. Impatient and worked-up and sweet-voiced and drowsy and so, so entirely naked.
Only when Jayce gets to their apartment, leaves his luggage unpacked in the foyer, and all but sprints to join Viktor in bed—he’s asleep.
Okay, of course he’s asleep. But typically when Jayce comes back from these trips, Viktor hears him stumble over the raised doorframe divot in the dark, hears him roll his suitcase over the linoleum in the entryway, or at the very least hears the rustle of clothing as Jayce divests himself of it, eager to be as naked as Viktor, eager for that first full-body press of skin-to-skin contact, healing and transcendental.
Instead, as Jayce slides under the covers next to his partner—there’s nothing. No heavily accented, sleepy greeting. No dexterous fingers and greedy hands reaching for him under the blankets. No hitch in his steady breathing or heartbeat at all.
Viktor’s naked…and he’s actually still asleep. It’s a bit novel, since he’s historically a light sleeper and Jayce is historically anything but quiet coming in. He must be exhausted.
He’s curled up on his side facing away from Jayce—it’s his most comfortable position, especially with the pillow tucked between his calves—and barely making a lump underneath their heaviest comforter.
Jayce tucks closer to Viktor and reaches out, experimentally. He thumbs the nape of his neck and drags his fingers down his studded spine. His skin is cool to touch compared to Jayce, who’s fever-hot from his fantasies of returning to bed with Viktor after all these weeks.
Though his skin is always cooler than Jayce’s, really. Sometimes he accuses Jayce of being a space heater, and it’s anything but affectionate in the warmer months.
His hand reaches the small of Viktor’s back, and he curls it up and around his hipbone, tugging gently. His body is malleable in Jayce’s hands, all loose and relaxed like this.
Viktor stirs and his breath catches for a moment, but he doesn’t wake.
Jayce pauses. Then he tugs a little more at Viktor’s hip. He scoots closer to him on the bed, pressing his face into the back of his neck and inhaling. Sweetmilk and stale sweat, so familiar and addictive Jayce has to bite his tongue to keep from tasting him.
The show of instinctive restraint has him wondering—how far could he take this?
Viktor’s into…a lot of things. They’ve talked about this in particular. And Jayce has been at the receiving end of it before, waking in the middle of the night to Viktor grinding back against him, trying to dig his cock out of his pajama pants. But Viktor’s such a light sleeper compared to Jayce that the inverse has been a negligible point until now.
It seems a little selfish, the desire to fuck his partner awake. He’s a light sleeper for a reason, several reasons, and it’s typically Jayce’s objective to help him sleep as much and as well as possible.
But it’s been weeks.
And he smells so fucking good.
At the very least, Jayce deserves to slip inside and stay there for a bit, maybe until Viktor wakes up. Viktor’s asked for it, after all. He’s described in excruciating detail just how much he’d like to wake up speared on Jayce’s cock, in fact.
That’s all Jayce will do for now. He won’t move or anything once he fills him up. He’ll play it safe and slow and get his cock where it belongs without waking Viktor up. He’ll successfully fulfill Viktor’s fantasies.
Jayce pulls back and pushes the comforter down, exposing Viktor’s naked body to the cool bedroom air. Viktor closes in on himself further, curling his knees closer to his chest and tucking his neck down, but he doesn’t stop breathing steadily, doesn’t show any other sign of awareness.
It has the benefit of revealing more of his pink pussy, just a little shiny already. Like he was touching himself before he nodded off, or like he’s been having some nice dreams. Maybe about Jayce coming home and doing exactly this.
Jayce thumbs over his slit, feather-light, testing his theory, testing how unconscious Viktor is. He slides his thumb up to his asshole and rubs it with slick.
Viktor’s clean and works open easy, most of the time, so it’s a little tempting to wake him up with a cock in his ass, instead. He’d be indignant, for sure, and maybe even complain about it. But Jayce would still work his little cock with his fingers and get him off regardless. It’d be one of those protesting too much kind of situations, a card his partner plays all-too-often.
Viktor sighs in his sleep, low and airy, and Jayce thinks it’s also a tempting prospect to roll him onto his back and part those pretty, chapped lips of his.
Jayce could mount his chest and pry his jaw open with his fingers and wake him up to his cock easing between them, filling his mouth and throat and preventing him from saying anything witty or topical about Jayce’s steadfast impatience or insufferable libido. His eyes would get all wide and wounded, and maybe after Jayce came in his mouth Viktor would have no choice but to beg for Jayce to touch him.
God.
Jayce has been given so many tempting choices with this unconscious Viktor situation it’s actually fucking debilitating. Executive dysfunction, Viktor would probably call it. If he was awake.
But, no.
Jayce isn’t going to ruin this opportunity by not being decisive enough. Being recklessly decisive is kind of his thing. And what he wants, more than anything, is to see how far he can go before his partner wakes up.
Which means—as tempting as his pretty mouth and tight asshole are—he’s breeding Viktor’s pussy.
He’s not wet enough for a smooth slide home, though. No, if Jayce tried to shove inside Viktor right now, he’d have to really hold him still and it’d cause so much friction he’d probably wake him up instantly. Viktor would seize up, not expecting Jayce to be home so soon, not expecting Jayce to ever fuck him before getting him ready first. He’d get suspended in a moment of fear, however brief, assuming it’s not possibly Jayce who’s fucking him awake so disrespectfully.
Even though it’d feel good, working him open that way after all these weeks, he’ll admit. And after those briefest of terrified moments, Viktor would realize it was him. He’d let Jayce take what he wanted. Viktor’s always so good to him, after all.
Jayce shuffles his body closer and reaches his arm around Viktor, spooning him from the side. His erection slots up the small of Viktor’s back, smears his skin with pre-cum. Viktor’s heart hums against Jayce’s forearm; solid, beating proof that he’s still passed out.
He pinches his nipples in turn—both tiny, hard nubs from being exposed to the cold air—and elicits the first, distinct, unmistakable little moan from his partner. It cuts through his steady breathing, and pairs with a full-body shiver, and then he’s back to normal like it hadn’t happened at all.
His skin is warmer already, though. Dappled with fresh pink along his upper arm that spreads up his shoulder and melts into his neck. Jayce wonders how much of this is breaking into his subconscious.
He skates his fingertips down Viktor’s abdomen and adjusts the pillow between his knees to ensure his comfort before gently cupping between his thighs. He nudges them apart and nestles the heel of his palm in his pubic hair. Viktor’s already wetter than he looked, slickening two of Jayce’s fingers as he pries his cunt open to check on his progress.
Viktor jerks his hips forward into Jayce’s hand, and Jayce freezes.
But there’s nothing else. Just an instinctive, sudden twitch in his sleep. If anything, it’s proof that his sleep isn’t quite as deep as Jayce assumed. It’s proof that, at some base, biological level, Viktor wants this.
Jayce is so fucking hard against his back. He honestly can’t believe that alone hasn’t woken him up.
He drags his slick fingers up to Viktor’s cock and works the hood around it. Typically, by the time he’s got his fingers on Viktor, his cock is hard and swollen, begging to be jerked off. But now with his circulation only just starting to pick up, it’s more of a nub underneath the folds of his pussy, needing to be coerced out to be touched properly.
On the third, slow, careful circle around his swelling cock, Viktor’s breath hitches and he whimpers in his sleep. It’s unbearably cute. And with Jayce’s warmth making up for the abandoned comforter, Viktor’s starting to unwind again, unfold on himself, giving Jayce better access to rub at his little cock and grind up against the curve of his ass.
Jayce drops his fingers back to Viktor’s cunt. He’s already soaked from the minimal friction. His breathing stays ragged, every exhale a quiet whine, like he’s having a remarkably good dream now: a little distressed, a little desperate, and very, very horny.
“Fuck,” Jayce says under his breath, without thinking about it. But Viktor doesn’t wake up.
It’s a game now in his brain, just what he can get away with before Viktor will come alive in his arms. So instead of being slow and careful about it, Jayce shoves one finger inside him to the knuckle.
Still nothing.
Another finger pushed alongside the first into that slick heat rewards him with more, breathy whining, edging on consciousness. Viktor’s tight like he always is after Jayce first returns from a trip, his tiny hole preserved and waiting to be fucked open again after weeks of neglect.
Sometimes—maybe most of the times, if he’s being honest—these reunions start with Jayce eating Viktor out for the better part of an hour, preparing him, savoring the anticipation of sliding inside.
But Viktor’s the one passed out to the point that even Jayce’s not-delicate handling isn’t waking him. He’s the one dripping wet for Jayce without much effort at all. He’s the one who said that if it ever came to this, he’d be amendable to Jayce taking what he wants without waking him first.
And it is hot, as most of Viktor’s suggestions are, having his fingers stuffed up inside his partner without him being aware. Reveling in every light muscle spasm, privy to every secretive, dreamy moan and getting himself off against his back.
Maybe they’d have done this sooner if they didn’t spend so much time apart nowadays.
In the earlier years of their relationship, before they laid all their kinks out on the table, they had nothing but time together. Viktor used to work himself to this point of exhaustion in the lab every night, and Jayce used to carry him to his—and eventually, their—apartment. He’d fall asleep next to his partner, watching him reverently, feeling like he’d been gifted something truly sacred in the form of Viktor’s trust.
There’s something special about this era of their relationship too, though. Something comforting and domestic about being away and knowing that Viktor’s here and safe and waiting for him at home, working just as hard at achieving their dreams and securing their futures as Jayce is overseas.
Jayce stays like that, fantasizing about the certainly equally special eras to come, with his fingers curled inside him, attentive until Viktor’s breath evens out again. Until he’s no longer toeing the line of consciousness.
And he doesn’t dwell on the lost chances they’ve had to do this. If anything, he’s even more motivated to make this moment, right now, as good as possible.
He withdraws his fingers, sticky with Viktor’s slick, and slots his hand between his thighs from behind to make space for himself. He maneuvers down on the bed and ruts his cock against his ass, sliding into the tight apex of his thighs, letting Viktor’s soaked pussy lube him up.
The head of his cock grinds into Viktor’s, and suddenly Viktor’s thighs squeeze together and his neck tilts back, head falling against Jayce’s chest. Jayce bites his lower lip through a groan and fights the instinct to rock his hips forward, to fuck the tight seal of his thighs. Even unconscious, Viktor’s making Jayce lose his fucking mind.
Jayce supposes he’s not surprised.
It’d be all too easy to lift Viktor’s leg just a bit and pull him back onto Jayce’s cock in one, fluid motion. Like he’s a pliant ragdoll, a cocksleeve waiting at home for Jayce’s amusement.
But then he’d certainly startle awake right away, and at this point Jayce doesn’t think there’s fun to be had in that.
He wants to test just how unconscious Viktor is. Maybe he drugged himself up with sleeping pills before bed and he’ll sleep through it all: through Jayce sliding in and fucking him slow and filling him up, breeding him. The thought of him waking up full of Jayce’s cum, used and delirious and satisfied, is unlocking some serious shit in Jayce’s brain. The kind of deep-seated psychological shit he would usually discuss with only Viktor, actually. And since that’s not an option right now…
Jayce does lift Viktor’s leg, but he doesn’t shove his cock in right away. He drags him back enough to nestle his cockhead at the dripping entrance of his partner’s cunt and rubs off there, harder and harder and harder until the head pops inside almost by accident.
Jayce is all but bleeding at the mouth to keep from groaning for it into Viktor’s ear. He’s always had a hard time being silent or stoic or anything unreadable in bed, and he’s pretty sure Viktor likes that about him, how he wears his horniness on his sleeves as blatantly as the rest of his emotions.
But he holds on, commits to staying as quiet as possible, even as he pulls Viktor back onto his cock inch by painstaking inch. And it’s as tight as he remembers, gripping viselike as Jayce finally buries himself balls deep into his sleeping partner.
Fuck.
This is even hotter than having his fingers inside Viktor without him knowing. Having Viktor’s wet cunt locked around him, twitching and warm and oblivious. Jayce wraps his arm around Viktor’s chest and holds him closer still. And even now, totally consuming him, Viktor’s heartbeat thrums steady and unbothered against Jayce’s forearm. Even as he exhales a whimper, even as his inhales are shaky.
Jayce buries his face into the nape of Viktor’s neck again. It’s warmer now, all his skin flushed from attention, his blood flowing hot in his sleep. He smells even better than before now that he’s worked-up subconsciously, like musk and charcoal and salt.
Jayce doesn’t stay still for long. Even that was sort of the original idea…he couldn’t possibly. That was a meaningless plan made by a Jayce who didn’t know just how good it would feel to be surrounded by his partner’s perfect cunt again after all this time. How good it would feel to take what he deserves and then some.
It’s a game, again, to see how many times he can withdraw and thrust forward into that velvet heat before Viktor wakes. Jayce presses his forehead to the back of Viktor’s neck, grits his teeth, and fucks him slow—one, two, three—
Viktor startles awake on the fourth withdrawal. And there’s that full-body seizing, that fresh pheromone smell permeating from the pores on his nape, his heart accelerating fast enough to necessitate a medical emergency…and then there’s nothing but feral, wanton need.
“Jayce?” he asks, voice rough, and pulls at the arm slung over his chest. He jerks his hips back to meet the fifth thrust and groans, limbs sluggish with sleep inertia.
So perfect and pliant asleep, but undeniably better like this: awake and hungry and scrabbling for all the contact from Jayce he can get.
“Viktor,” Jayce says, finally able to raise his voice, finding it similarly serrated with unuse. He rolls his hips forward again and nips at the back of Viktor’s neck.
Viktor moves to readjust in the sheets, but Jayce easily pushes him onto his chest and mounts him from behind instead. He holds Viktor down and presses his cheek into the mattress. It’s all the roughness he couldn’t use when he was trying to see how far he could go without waking him channeled into one—albeit careful—movement, and Viktor gasps and arches his studded spine in response.
“God, I missed you so much,” Jayce says, fucking his partner fully awake. He stuffs the pillow that was between Viktor’s leg under his hips to relieve the pressure on his partner’s spine, and then holds his hip down with one hand, tangles in his hair to keep his head pinned with the other. “So much, Viktor. Been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Seems you even came home early for this,” Viktor says, becoming maybe too lucid for Jayce’s liking, only faltering a little on the H in home as he’s being railed into the mattress. He pushes his ass back up against Jayce’s lower stomach with every thrust, taking Jayce deep and selfishly, exactly the way he likes him to.
“That’s right,” Jayce says, huffing a laugh that comes out as more of a grunt. He just got fortunate enough to wrap up a few days early. But it’s a satisfying prospect, the idea that he’d cut his business short just because he couldn’t stop thinking about Viktor’s gorgeous yielding body and sleep-rough voice and how naked he’d be under the covers. “Couldn’t wait any longer—fuck, Viktor—"
“Clearly, ah—” Viktor’s fingers curl into the sheets on either side of his head, and the one eye Jayce can see is half-lidded, his face pink with sweet exertion. “Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, even.”
Jayce slides his hands down to cup Viktor’s ass, bony and soft at the same time under his grip, and he spreads him, spits a long string of saliva onto his tight hole, thumbs at it roughly. He’s had time to think about what filthy things he wants to say to Viktor tonight, more time than he’s usually afforded, and he’s not going to waste it. “Was thinking about fucking this instead but I couldn’t wait to get you ready.”
“Jayce—”
“Thought about your throat, too. Holding open your jaw and breeding that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Jayce—"
“You liked getting fucked awake like this though, yeah?”
Viktor’s quiet for a moment, quiet but for the obscene slap of skin-on-skin and the wet packing noise of his hole getting obliterated. He’s redder still and quirking a smile when he makes a tiny sound of affirmation, a honeyed little mhm because he has too much pride to admit how good a job Jayce has done.
That’s all Jayce needs for motivation. His hands abandon Viktor’s ass, and he leans down on his forearms, pinning Viktor firmer to the bed, grounding himself with all the leverage he needs to fuck his partner mindless.
Viktor turns his head more, reaches up with one hand, and grabs Jayce by the back of the hair. He kisses him and it’s wet and open-mouthed, his lips bowing and his mouth taking Jayce’s tongue deep. It’s nothing like the way Viktor kisses when he’s first seducing Jayce, when he’s not been fucked awake and put in his place. It’s saying I’m yours and You win and Please don’t stop and—
Jayce groans into Viktor’s mouth and pistons his hips harder. It’s been so many weeks, and Viktor’s taking him so well, that Jayce knows he’s not lasting much longer.
“Gonna roll you on your side again,” Jayce says, breaking the kiss, thin ropes of saliva connecting their lips. Viktor’s sex-flushed and hazy-eyed, nodding on autopilot, eager to be manhandled.
Jayce thinks about it often, the first time Viktor asked him to muscle him around in bed, how wet and greedy he was for Jayce, how hard he’d come around his cock. How Viktor was so good at calling the shots in their lab that Jayce had just assumed he’d want the same in bed, and how much Jayce loved realizing that it was very much the opposite.
He carefully rolls off Viktor onto his side, pulling him to his chest, staying buried deep inside. Jayce can’t imagine sliding out for a second, even, needs to be wrapped in that warm, slick heat forever. Viktor’s made for him, for his cock. That’s why he can take Jayce even when he’s sleeping, why he gets worked up from being touched by Jayce when he’s unconscious.
Jayce pries Viktor’s thighs open again with his hand slung across his body, still fucking him deep and steady. His cock is fully swollen now, fat and easy for Jayce to rub off between his thumb and index finger, and Viktor loses control in his arms. He throws his head back against Jayce’s chest and shudders around his cock and cries out, pitchy and breathy.
“C’mon, Vik,” Jayce says. Viktor’s eyes are squeezed shut and his brow is drawn together, tight and anxious, like he’s afraid he’ll fall apart from how good it feels. It’s juxtaposed with how calm and safe he looked in his sleep. “You can let go.”
Cause the thing is, he’s still safe with Jayce. Even though Jayce dragged him from his sleep, Jayce is going to make this worth it for him. He’s going to make Viktor feel so good.
“I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” Jayce says, brain hyper-fixated, sending words to his lips, biologically tuned in to the warmth of Viktor’s body against his, around his cock. “Waiting for me at home like this, I mean. Naked and ready. But I bet you miss this as much as I do.”
“Of course I do, a-ah—” Viktor squirms in his arms and bucks his hips into Jayce’s hand. “I think about it all the time when you’re away, Jayce.”
Jayce groans and nods on instinct. Viktor talks back to him a lot in bed, usually leaning on the side of being bratty and mean and quicker on the uptake than Jayce could ever hope to be.
But sometimes Viktor gets soft and earnest and disarming, solid proof that Jayce has fucked him so well he has nothing significant to say about it.
He slows down, focusing on fucking Viktor deep, strategically, and his hyper-fixated brain pushes his luck further with: “And I finally woke you up on my cock. Just like you’ve always wanted.” Like it’s a fucking birthday present Viktor’s been asking for over the years, or something.
“Yes, you are so good to me, Jayce.” Viktor’s voice breaks on a moan, his body tightening like a string pulled taut. Clearly, Jayce has rendered him too senseless to care if Jayce is saying ridiculous shit right now. “T-touch me harder, pl—haah—”
Jayce grinds his thumb into Viktor’s cock on the command and Viktor seizes up. He shakes against Jayce’s chest and floods his fingers with slick, panting and keening wordlessly.
The thing is, Jayce likes it when Viktor talks back to him in bed. Both when he’s earnest and disarming, and when he’s bratty and mean.
But he likes to stun Viktor speechless much, much more.
Viktor keeps spasming around Jayce’s cock in the aftermath of his orgasm, and Jayce backs off with his fingers, just long enough to make Viktor’s over-stimulated body yearn for the second before he forces it from him anyway.
“You want me to breed you?” Jayce asks, too exhausted, too triumphant, too horny to be embarrassed by how his brain is interpreting their domestic arrangement. He slides his hand up to rest on Viktor’s lower stomach where he can feel himself being accommodated with every thrust.
“God, Jayce, please—”
Viktor grabs Jayce’s hand and shoves it between his legs again, rutting greedily against his calloused palm. He’s whining and twisting his hips—it’s too much, too soon—but he’s inflicting it on himself, milking Jayce’s cock in practiced waves of contractions until he goes off again with a wordless shout.
“Fuck, Viktor—”
Jayce buries his face back into Viktor’s neck, sinks his teeth below his ear, and comes. He pumps Viktor full, rocking his hips harder and harder through it, imagining viscerally just how deep he can breed his partner. And Viktor takes it wonderfully—as he always does—squeezing around Jayce and trembling through his own orgasm.
Minutes pass, but Jayce doesn’t get up, doesn’t roll away from Viktor, doesn’t even pull out. He stays buried inside, plugging him full of his cum, warming his softening cock. He sort of wants to stay there forever, if he’s being honest. There’s no possible career validation or scientific achievement that would be worth leaving Viktor, warm and satisfied and sleepy like this, ever again.
And Viktor doesn’t protest, especially once Jayce drags the pillow back between his calves and gets him back into his preferred sleeping position.
“So you want to, eh, breed me, is that right?” Viktor asks once they’re settled, his head nuzzled against Jayce’s chest, his body curled up and cocooned by his partner.
Jayce huffs a laugh into Viktor’s sleep-matted hair and shakes his head. Viktor knows intimately well not to take the shit Jayce says in bed too seriously.
“Yeah,” Jayce says, and kisses the back of Viktor’s neck. He rolls his hips forward, and Viktor sighs and shivers. “So, uh. Stay nice and still for me tonight.”
“Alright.” Viktor raises Jayce’s hand to his lips and kisses between his thumb and index finger. “If you promise to wake me on your cock again in the morning.” Jayce, on the other hand, knows to take Viktor’s requests very seriously.
Viktor’s heartbeat hums against Jayce’s forearm, steadying out by the minute. And eventually his partner is out again. Unconscious and safe in Jayce’s arms.