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Jayce Talis.
A name that sprouted many feelings, opinions, wants, desires, you name it. The sheer fact only a small fraction of people, given the faith of their social status, had the privilege to surround that man whether he wanted it or not. Sometimes so enticing about him, the way he spoke, he walked, he wore himself, presented himself. It worked, it truly worked wonders for the wide public, the council yet people that were actually in the innermost circle saw right through the facade. That wasn’t Jayce, that was a man the public wanted Jayce to become. And Viktor, oh, Viktor was not a fan, he certainly wasn’t the cheerleader in the front line, waving the tassels to celebrate this made-up persona of the man. He surely wasn’t the only one who saw through the facade, a familiar, blue-haired woman saw through such facade just as easily and could access the softness, naive core of Jayce’s heart, just like Viktor could. Yet Viktor’s approach was different, it stung, decorated with the richest of spices and heat and one could easily think that the young scientist didn’t like the Piltovian at all, always so mocking, teasing, really pulling at Jayce’s strings, or that’s what he thought he was doing but Jayce, oh poor Jayce was too blind-sighted and he would so easily give into the teasing. Viktor liked that, undeniably.
Meanwhile, Viktor had a crushing, melting fascination resting deep within his bones towards that man. Everything about what he did, how he thought, how he spoke, was intriguing to him and that may have been his doomsday, his biggest gravity-defying obstacle to conquer just to find himself failing at it miserably. What a silly, almost pubescent nature, his eyes following Jayce’s every move, every little hop or a dance gliding across their shared laboratory, every spin of the chalk between two or three fingers, every glint in his hazel eyes, the way his shoulders tend to raise up significantly when feeling threatened or manipulated, the sway of his hips when walking carefully, sneaking around the building or the sharp, canine teeth decorating a sweet, warm smile in a beautifully alluring, one would say flirty, way. Small, seemingly invisible tokens of humanity, and Viktor was right there, staring at them bluntly with a rather straight face. That may have been his only secret talent, keeping a straight, stern expression while his emotions are bubbling, warm, hot, gushing through every pore in his skin.
„It is getting harder and harder to sneak past Heimerdinger. I swear that rascal has eyes on the back of his head!” A sudden voice made its presence from the front door with a loud creak as a broad figure slipped past the small opening. Viktor didn’t avert his eyes from the math equations on the chalkboard, he did however smirk just a tad bit, invisible to the other man, sadly.
„Why would you have the need to sneak, especially after his blessing for us to continue the research?” The scientist’s chalked-up fingers traced over his own bottom lip, thinking, searching for answers, clues in his own head.
„I didn’t want to get lecturing why am I not attending the gathering after agreeing that I will indeed, stop by.”
„I see. So why aren’t you?”
Jayce sighed, stepping into the lab just a tad bit more only to sunken on a nearby chair, only within arm’s reach of his lab partner. His mind wasn’t as bright in equations and mathematical solutions as Viktor’s was, he wasn’t seated almost hip close to Viktor in guesses he may have needed his help. He sat there purely because of a certain craving for a great, welcomed company. But Viktor’s prying question still made him feel somewhat exhausted, which was exactly the question he tried to avoid by dodging Heimerdinger. Perhaps, he didn’t know himself.
„I just didn’t feel like being a controlled pawn tonight.” It was barely an audible confession coming from the Piltovian, loud enough for Viktor’s ears. A part of him wanted to scold Jayce, he chose this for both of them, after all. The other part felt like comforting the man, rubbing his tense shoulders, letting them glide over his jacket, noticing every sticking-out thread, the golden decorations, and telling him everything was going to be okay. Instead…
„I pity you, Jayce. To substitute, you can be my pawn and pass me my notebook from the desk, please.” Viktor mocked slightly, extending his arm that had been dusted with chalk, holding the small, worn-down stick between his pinky and ring finger as the other arm was too busy gripping his cane.
A quiet chuckle fell past the Talis’ lips, wasting no time as he leaned over to pass on the notebook overflowing with Viktor’s notes.
„I’d much rather be your pawn,” Jayce spoke in a tender, warm voice, his fingers gently brushing over the other man during an unnecessarily intimate passage of a notebook from one hand to another. The combination of those words, an utterly raw confession that was hidden underneath the play of words, and the warm touch against Viktor’s cold digits, sparked something feral inside the man’s damaged, poisoned core. It shook with his bones, the fragile bones, every day closer to breaking down. Viktor could easily feel his pupils dilating as his gaze became unfocused for a split second, almost losing the train of an important thought.
„Thank you.” He had to clear his throat prior to the appreciation of Jayce following through with his wish, a command perhaps. It left Viktor in wild thoughts if the man was this obedient in other ways, too.
He felt the pair of hazel eyes staring into his side, burning holes, demanding something, looking up at his bony body structure with something in mind, clearly. Viktor wouldn’t dare to look into Jayce’s direction, too afraid he’d find something too enticing there.
„You have chalk on your face.” The Talis spoke.
Ah, so that was the demand.
„Oh, do I? Where?” Viktor closed off the notebook just to get a better grip on it before using the upper part of his palm to rub away against his right cheek, missing the chalk dusting completely, judging by the twinkly sound of Jayce’s giggles coming from not so far away.
„Come here.” The Piltovian instructed simply and Viktor found himself to oblige to such simple command himself. It may have also left him wondering how obedient he would be under Jayce’s commands, wishes, and pleas.
The young scientist tilted his body towards the man still seated, only temporarily though as he had risen to his feet to match Viktor’s standing posture. Not fully though as not only he didn’t have to lean his body weight on a cane but also because he is, quite significantly, taller. There was barely any bigger numbers of distance between them, in fact, Viktor could easily feel Jayce’s jacket catching up on the buttons of his vest, just an occasional brush yet it was enough of a reminder of the breakage of an intimate bubble, interrupting one another’s. It wasn’t a common occurrence but nothing that would’ve made Viktor’s composure crumble, what was close to it was the sudden touch over his bottom lip. The other man’s thumb rubbed back and forth over it like he’d done it multiple times before, focusing on the little pout, the jutting of it close to the chiseled chin, right where the most prominent dusting of chalk was. Viktor’s eyes averted, looking down at the man’s collarbone area, unfortunately for him, he managed to catch a glimpse of those lips in front of him, looking oh so inviting and he could feel the mild buzz in his lower stomach, like a chance, an opportunity to catch a stray animal, so there, so close.
A sudden giggle came from the man above him.
„You’ve got chalk all over your hair too, how did you manage that? I leave you unsupervised for a couple of hours and look at you.” Despite the slight teasing, a mock per se, in Jayce’s voice, there was no genuine spark of teasing. Although, after noticing the dusty streaks in Viktor’s hair, he may have let those teases slip past his lips a little too easily.
Viktor on the other hand was fully flustered, at least on the inside. His facade though, barely changed.
„Take care of it, then.” The young scientist with a stone-cold expression passed on that playful speech quickly enough as he slowly descended from a standing position to a seated one, claiming the chair that Jayce had occupied not so long ago. His arm slid by the cane, fingers catching up on the golden metal parts before setting his cane against the nearby desk. He watched the Talis spin around, following that simple order, once again, a demand, perhaps, with a suspicious quickness. At first, Viktor thought this was his play, this was for his secretive pleasure but maybe it was the other way round, maybe this was Jayce all along, this was the Piltovian luring a Zaunite into his trap, and oh, how much Viktor would allow both of them to entrap his existence. Just like now when he found himself looking up at the broad figure in front of him, eyes following the center line of Jayce’s sternum as he began to put away his jacket, perhaps feeling a tad bit too warm with Viktor’s eyes staring up at him with something so hard to distinguish but it was there, glistening in his gaze.
Jayce’s fingers seemed frozen, forgetting their original task.
„Do you need some more encouragement?” Viktor spoke in his usual, almost reprimanding voice, watching Jayce’s eyes jump from his own to somewhere else on his face, then back to the eye contact. He truly was flustered, how adorable was that?
„Uh, no.” The Talis replied simply before those thick, calloused fingers started to entangle themselves into the front of Viktor’s hair, right where the individual strands would fall into his eyes occasionally, especially when they were freshly washed, fluffy and so disobedient it would make the scientist brush through them towards the back every two minutes. This must have been the case today too as the chalk streaks perfectly followed that motion.
Viktor was fighting every urge to close his eyes in pure satisfaction. His lab partner’s touch was a little clunky, it lacked gracefulness but got compensated greatly with sincere care, and warmth, Jayce was basically a walking, human furnace. And that warmth was everything to Viktor, on other days too but in this moment especially. His body was robbing him of the comfort of human bodily warmth, someone had to substitute that somehow and that was when Jayce came into the play, combing his hair with utmost need, fingers pinching some individual strands very carefully to take away the dustings of the chalk before resuming back into the full dive, the tips of his fingers rubbing against Viktor’s scalp in the most relaxing way possible. Those amber eyes did indeed start to droop, just ever so slightly and the body part in front of him, still covered in a button-up shirt, looked a little too good not to rest his forehead against it.
Just as followed, he indulged in it, his hollow cheek resting graciously against Jayce’s lower abdomen. Viktor could hear the slight rumble of the man’s stomach, something that made the corners of his mouth rise softly, wondering if he was hungry or just an occasional stomach spasm. The fascination didn’t dissipate, it only grew stronger within the Zaunite’s aching body, especially since he had the man this close, just a layer of fabric separating a skin-on-skin contact, such warm, such wanted contact. With his face almost nuzzling Jayce’s tummy, he fully overlooked the gorgeous, maroon stain spilling over the Piltovian’s cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and even the tops of the ears matching a tone. What Viktor did notice was how the strong, big palm slid lower, the tips of the fingers rubbing against the nape of his neck, massaging the suboccipital muscles, a sensation that made Viktor give up on any facade and let out a comfortable, welcoming hum.
The man smiled sincerely.
„You shall not get carried away, Jayce. I would prefer not be indebted to you with a massage, my hands can barely withstand holding a pencil.” A joke, sadly based on a true evidence, fell past those murmuring lips, perhaps a quiet chuckle fell past them too yet everything was so quiet, so intimate.
„I would never.” Jayce matched the intimacy of the quietness, surrending to the tight yet welcoming atmosphere that built up between them organically. Nothing was forced, they just naturally fell into the positions, led by nothing but a harmony between one another.
Viktor’s mention of the leftover strength in his fingers brought attention to them, enough for him to move them, concentrate on wiggling the individual fingers, bending them slowly, carefully, nails dragging against the tops of his thighs. Weak, weak indeed but not weak enough to not make good use of them, still.
Driven by the urge to reciprocate, to give back, to give Jayce the feeling of welcoming, his hands slid forward, going over his own knees just to slowly let them creep up the front of Jayce’s legs, firstly just barely grazing them over his knees but that wasn’t the destination Viktor wanted to settle on, no. He wanted to go higher, just a little bit, so he did. Gently, gracefully, almost too lightly, perhaps, gliding the tips of his fingers over the very front of the lower portion of Jayce’s thighs, he could easily feel the muscles tense up under the unexpected touch. While the scientist’s face was still hidden away, sort of, in the belly of the man, maybe even daring to inhale the very personal scent Jayce carried, those hands started to turn outwards, long, slender fingers wrapping lightly around the outer sides and the backside of those thighs. He felt Jayce’s tummy quiver under the touch, a sign enough to make Viktor smile fully.
None of them spoke, none of them barely breathed, too afraid that any other sound except an occasional drag of nails over a rich, thick fabric of Jayce’s pants or the scratching sound of one’s hand petting somebody in the hair, would pop the bubble they created and would have to face the consequences of flirtatious touches in a workplace. They were in a lab, after all. They worked together on a life-changing innovation and intimate mingling like that was never a great idea, not in any work setting. But how could they resist, how could Viktor resist his temptation, his utter fascination when Jayce was right there, giving himself to him like a stray puppy just begging to be taken care of, begging for attention, needing it like the flower needed a sunshine after days of cold rain.
Viktor couldn’t take the lack of vision anymore, despite fighting his own mild embarrassment, the urge to see Jayce’s beautiful face was stronger, it always was. As he lifted his head up, he was greeted with a sight he’d never seen before. Those hazel eyes almost lost their color fully with how blown the pupils of those orbits were, something in those slightly tilted brows spoke so much emotion, devotion, want, need, a feral lust sparking behind those so innocent touches. Lips parted just ever so slightly, just a tiny gap visible but he could easily spot how much redder the bottom lip was, especially with two, slight indents there. If Viktor would be so bold, he would think Jayce bit his own lip, maybe out of habit, maybe out of sensations coursing through him. They held eye contact together, Viktor couldn’t read his own expression but judging by the sigh leaving the Piltovian’s mouth and a slight defocus in those eyes, not to mention that hand slipping out of his hair just to cup the side of his pale face, it was probably worth remembering as well.
„Is there something on your mind, Jayce?”
Ą quiet hum of confirmation coming from the tall, standing man.
„Would you like to share your thoughts with me?”
„I’d rather not to.” Jayce was quick to answer as his eyes broke the eye contact, falling not too far away lower, just eyeing Viktor’s lips. The gaze wasn’t the only thing that focused on those lips again as his thumb did the same, rubbing it over the previously cleaned chalk marks. He repeated those motions, just a faint vision of the chalk still being there only to trick his own mind that this move, this touch was still needed, it had its reasonings.
„I would advise you to tell me. This way you are leaving broad freedom to my own assumptions.” Viktor spoke, his speech mumbled a little by the constant interruptions of one’s finger against those lips. If Jayce would’ve dared to say, Viktor chose his words carefully, the word assumptions mimicking the puckering of the lips as if he’d kiss the pad of his thumb. A brave, brave man and even braver thoughts.
„Such as?”
An undeniable smirk spread across Viktor’s face, a smirk the Piltovian haven’t seen before, the whole expression, to be fair. Not a word passed by Viktor’s lips, instead, he just tilted forward a little more, fingers lacking in dexterity and strength didn’t lack in responses of the active neurons inside the scientist’s brain as they were following, be it a little sluggish of a move, upwards, sliding up the front of Jayce’s thighs just to take a gentle hold of the edges of the tucked-in shirt. Without a single speck of shyness, the shirt was quickly pulled out of the pants, the fabric scrunched up from being tucked away behind a waistband and a belt, just enough to expose a sliver of slightly tanned skin, enough for the tip of Viktor’s nose to graze over it.
„Such as thinking of a hypothesis of how much you dislike the sight you are forced to indulge in right now.”
„Oh, no absolutely not-”
The thumb grazing over the pale lips disappeared, almost as if Jayce knew Viktor needed those lips to be free of obstructions. The move was followed by the Zaunite straightening in his seated position slightly, the tip of his nose got substituted by his bottom lip, the slight jut of it beautifully catching on the warm spots of Jayce’s lower belly. The warmth, oh fuck, the warmth.
„Or perhaps how dare the filthy Zaunite touch a valued prize like you are.”
„Viktor, no-”
„I told you, broad freedom. Narrow my thoughts, prove me wrong.” Viktor was amused by Jayce’s pure panic when he was startled to falsely spill out his faked-out thoughts. Well, half faked out, there may have been a sliver of insecurity resting within those words, somewhere in the core of them, buried just as deep as Viktor managed to bury those within himself.
They may have been a quiet, displeased, forced-out whimper coming from the man above.
„I was just thinking-”
„Yes?”
„-Wondering, maybe, perhaps.”
„Spit it out, Jayce.”
Ah, a demanding Viktor, ordering around.
Jayce may have felt his cock throb.
„Just wondering what I want more. To retain my position or to be in yours doing this to you.”
The seated man froze in place temporarily. Was that truly what kept inside the Talis’ mind? Was he just being generous and playing along Viktor’s obvious seduction, just to not offend the man? Or was it truthful, was it a genuine wonder of his? He needed to find out, there was no way he would back away anymore, no way he would give into the rational parts of his brain to break free of his needs, not again. Not when he’s gotten Jayce like this, so willing, so greedy, wanting everything at once, not being able to decide if he wanted to give or to receive. Oh, he wanted it, he wanted the man standing tall and proud above himself, he wanted him in whatever ways he could, his heartbeat picked up quite the pace, and the pants he had been wearing got just a bit suspiciously uncomfortable.
„No project can withstand itself without proper research, right?” Viktor spoke as he slowly indulged in his statement by leaning back on the backless chair. An empty space was there behind his back, nowhere to rest his weight against so he ended up leaning against the edge of the desk with one of his elbows propped there too. That caused him to buckle his hips a little bit, just to get comfortable but that little move was enough to draw Jayce in, way more than he anticipated.
The man swapped his position too from standing to kneeling, taking a comfortable seat between Viktor’s knees. Or, well, as comfortable as it gets on the marbled floor of a cold laboratory. But coldness was something Jayce had no registration of currently, his blood had been boiling for a while and with the sight he had, when he dared to look up Viktor’s body, noticing the beautiful, gorgeous lean back, the elbow resting behind him and his other hand, be it slightly shaky and lacking much coordination, reached over to his face, cupping the side of it and the thumb tracing over the light stubble of his facial hair. Somehow the Piltovian felt like this was his place, like he chose correctly. Just having Viktor from this point of view did something to his tainted brain, tension leaving his shoulders, sinking lower, social drainage instantly gone, his senses being invaded by everything about Viktor. The scent of him, always so fresh yet with a linger of that masculinity, be it a rather fragile beauty, maybe an occasional metallic scent also. The man’s curves were extraordinary, Jayce knew how he thought of himself, a bony, scrawny look yet the young man found indescribable, perhaps a little tragic, beauty in it.
And his hands were so ready to explore that beauty.
„Any conclusions?” Viktor spoke, maybe slightly out of breath from the spectacular view he devoured currently.
„I need more time to explore.” Jayce’s words got darker, his tone got darker and just a little too sure, too demanding to the other man’s liking but for now, he may have let that slip only out of his own curiosity, and fascination.
Big hands, bear hands almost, started to explore just as promised by the Piltovian, they eagerly ran across Viktor’s thighs upwards, no shame behind those moves whatsoever as they traced over the prominent hip bones, Jayce’s favorite parts, parts where his eyes tent to slip so often, just a little stretch of Viktor’s arms upwards, a shirt rising from being untucked a tiny glimpse of them was enough for the man to lose his sanity and fight his sky-rocketing arousal. He kept eagerly grabbing at his partner, at his Zaunite, almost clawing at him from the urge to pull him out of the restraining clothes, short, jagged nails catching on a thread or two before he pulled the shirt out of the trousers, just like Viktor did to him, all while resting his cheek on the inner side of the thigh.
Those beautiful hazel eyes closed temporarily when he felt fingers dragging themselves through the side of his hair.
„Look at me, Jayce.”
The man did as commanded, eyes shooting open yet they remained the droop, the devotion screaming from them.
„I am so pleased by how well you listen to me. It’s exhilarating.” Viktor breathed out, a slight curve to his spine when Jayce’s obedience settled deep within his lower belly, right where those hands kept palming and clawing at him, right there, oh keep going.
„Vik.” A quiet pant fell past the man’s lips, his face turning inwards just to bury it into the mild squish of Viktor’s inner thigh, greed, and desperation just oozing out of him, pleasing Viktor, making him feel the biggest waves of satisfaction he could ever imagine.
The young scientist, slowly slouching more and more against the edge of the table, petting the gorgeous, greedy man between his thighs with so much admiration but also an overgrowing need of himself. Those hands constantly gripped at his clothes, as if that was a silent beg if Jayce could only peel those clothes off, not even fully, just unpack those parts he was the most interested in. There wasn’t any need for words, at least from Viktor’s point of view as he used his elbow to lift up from the chair just ever so slightly, enough for the other man to take the hint of peeling the trousers off.
Jayce didn’t need more to get the memo, his fingers made quick work of the button, the belt, the zipper, opening those pants fully and just slightly rolling them over, lower, exposing the slightly loose, black underwear hiding underneath the thick layer of fabric. He wasn’t bothered with doing more than that, especially because Viktor’s leg brace wouldn’t allow him to make a quick, smooth work of the garment. It was more than okay to Jayce, he was ready to worship whatever was so lovingly accessible as he rose up on his knees, and got just a little closer before face-diving into the exposed lower stomach. His original idea was to keep it light and gentle, just like Viktor nosed around him too but as soon as he caught a glimpse, he couldn’t resist and turned absolutely feral for him.
„I don’t think you’re being thorough in your research, Jayce.” The man spoke with a clear haze and a tremble as soon as he felt those warm lips kissing, nibbling all over the exposed skin, his waistcoat wasn’t even unbuttoned, just pushed upwards to get away from hiding his pale skin. That being enough for the Talis, he didn’t need more time wasted on unclothing.
„I think I am still successful,” Jayce mumbled, his mouth clearly too occupied to form coherent conversation, making Viktor huff out a little chuckle hazily.
Jayce’s words were sealed by two palms going on each side of Viktor’s crotch, the valleys between the thumbs and index fingers pushing deep into the groin, tightening the unforgiving underwear around the prominent bulge that was clearly hiding in the looser yet thin fabric. It tightened around the Zaunite, the outline of his cock much clearer, not that the other man would need to see, he could feel it with his palms. A simple touch yet forceful, forceful enough to make Viktor’s hips stutter as he let out a shaky exhale. The man truly was successful, Viktor was hard and his body begging for attention.
„Jayce, move.”
„With my hands? Or my mouth? Can’t you be a bit more specific?”
Viktor rolled his eyes with a frustrated, perhaps a little angry puff of air leaving his lungs. Suddenly, freshly found strength possessed his hand, fingers threading into the front of Jayce’s hair just to be clearly pushed lower, positioning the Piltovian’s mouth right where he needed it the most, just hovering over his needy dick throbbing in the underwear.
„Ah, god.” A quiet moan of mental pleasure came from the man, suddenly becoming a little shaky on his slowly bruising knees. He took the demand like a good boy, like a good puppy, obeying straight away as he began to mouth over the tip of that cock, he could easily feel Viktor’s wetness imprinting itself onto his tastebuds. He tasted slightly salty, sticky, and oh so good, so-fucking-good. Just mouthing on the length sent shivers up and down Jayce’s spine, getting oh so eager he was already peeling that layer off again.Meanwhile, Viktor’s eyes were fixated on the beauty beneath him. He’s never seen Jayce so hungry for anything, except continuing his research about the Arcane, and now, he became his Arcane, his research, and that itself fueled something indescribable within Viktor’s core. The primal want of the man was engraving itself into his bones, his mouth so warm and so wet, so ready for him he was in no position to deny him the pleasure, or himself. Another lift of his hips just for the underwear to slide a little lower, followed by a delicious drag of the wet tip across the stubbly cheek of the Piltovian. A sensation that drew a stuttery whimper from the Zaunite’s lips.
A quiet tone, a quiet sign of pleasure yet it was enough for Jayce to cut on any teasing, any slow going. Instead, not even using his hands as they stayed hooked over the waistband of the underwear, he lapped onto that cock, his tongue twirling around it and using it to lift the weight off Viktor’s lower tummy, sucking him right in and going all the way down until the tip of his tongue met the young man’s skin.
„Oh, bože.” Viktor chanted, a sensation so exhilarating, bone-shattering he forgot about a learned language and resumed to his mother tongue. Even though that spiked up Jayce’s interest, the throbbing inside his mouth was leading his focus, just sucking on him hard and so relentlessly, tasting Viktor on the back of his throat, just dripping there, coating the insides of his palate.
The scientist’s head was thrown back, at this point he was basically lying against the edge of the table, his elbow failing to support the rest of his weight quite significantly yet his fingers of said arm were dancing across his chapped lips in hopes such touchy reminder would be enough to keep calm and rather quiet. But Jayce’s mouth was doing wonders to his cock, his other hand was holding onto his hair for the whole time the man kept sucking on him so steadily, only when the suction released and a flood of drool surrounded his whole shaft, Viktor deflated ever so slightly and regained consciousness of his own body. His hips rolled upwards, dragging the tip of his cock against the roof of Jayce’s mouth, over and over again, slowly yet steadily fucking himself into the wet, inviting cave of his mouth.
„Hnn, you’re so- ah, good, Jayce. Stay still, just like that.”
Only if Viktor knew how much Jayce was going at this point, fully in his own mental headspace, floaty, those praises penetrating his mind like a sharp arrow, blindly, fully deaf to his own bodily needs and he stayed still, letting Viktor, his lovely, gorgeous Viktor fuck himself into his mouth, use him just like he deserved.
Moans were tumbling from both of their lips, one set of them more occupied than the other yet Viktor’s mouth felt a little empty itself. Not for long though when those slender, cold fingers made their way into his mouth, tongue circling around whenever Jayce’s tongue licked around the head of his cock, matching the moves subconsciously yet to perfection. He may have been envisioning being able to clone Jayce, getting to fuck his mouth while Jayce would fuck his own, getting to be fucked into a mattress by Jayce, and also deepthroating him at the same time. A wild, sick, twisted idea yet that was Viktor’s mind, barely knowing any typical, rather vanilla boundaries, no. That wasn’t him, his own curiosity and mainly the fascination of the man giving him head, currently, wouldn’t allow him to not explore all the possibilities, be it only in his mind.
Whenever the Talis would dare to look up, he would be met with the most sinful sight he had ever witnessed. Viktor abused his mouth so hazily yet thoroughly, that man truly gave everything all of his powers and didn’t do a single thing half-heartedly. His cock aching in tight trousers yet still, fully oblivious to his own needs, to the feral, primal need to fuck Viktor’s brain out. No, this wasn’t the focus, the focus was just Viktor, his pleasure, his everything, and Jayce was ready to taint himself over and over again just to witness the pleasure his partner was experiencing.
„Ha-ah, Jayce, Jayce.”
„Hmm?”
„May I? Inside?”
Oh-my-god.
„Mhm.”
Viktor could barely ask, mumble, to be exact, for a sliver of confirmation if he should after all pull out of that perfect warmth and wetness and taint the artistic face that Jayce carried or if he could paint the inside of his throat in the prettiest of colors possible. He got a quiet mumble back and a nod full of enthusiasm, enthusiastic enough that it almost caused him to slip out which followed with a frustrating grunt from somewhere deep within Viktor’s chest. A grunt that could only mean they needed just a few thrusts, only a few…
„J-Jayce.” A stuttery moan of the Piltovian spilled past those previously occupied lips. His fingers slipped out of his own mouth quickly enough to be able to pronounce the most beautiful name as clearly as possible, yet the orgasm that overtook his shaking, awfully shivering body made it come out full of stutters, so tense, cramped almost with a significant voice break, imitating a rather pathetic whimper.
Drenched fingers rested against his lips as he truly painted the back of Jayce’s tight throat with thick cum, dripping down the roof of his mouth as well. It has been quite a few months since the Zaunite felt such release as he counted a physical distraction so incredibly unnecessary for the main, scientific focus of his current. So experiencing such rush after months of almost forgetting how that felt, almost choked Jayce to death. Yet somehow the man couldn’t let any of it go to waste as he swallowed around the shaft tightly, gulping down anything that Viktor had to offer without a single doubt. That tightness of the throat, combined with a significant suction still, left the young scientist shaking embarrassingly in the chair, his legs twitching and thighs contracting under the overstimulation and the deadly grip of his palm eased out until his hand quite literally fell down and barely grazed over Jayce’s cheek.
„G-Good, good. Ah Jayce, stop.” The man whimpered with a soft chuckle, clearly getting so overstimulated it invaded the afterglow of his orgasm when the Piltovian just wouldn’t unlatch for quite some time. Just a second later he followed through, letting go of the still rather hard cock with a quiet pop and a following slap of the weight against Viktor’s groin and lower stomach.
The Talis just kneeled there as he sat down on his heels, his face coming back to rest against the healthier leg, nuzzling it as he watched the gorgeous man above him come down from the intense waves of pleasure. He may have been staring at Viktor with nothing but hearts in his eyes, full devotion overcame him and he barely tried to fight it off. To his own surprise though, his view on Viktor didn’t change. It was still Viktor, his Viktor, so soft yet sassy, a gentle soul with rough demands, selfless and selfish for his own pleasure. His Viktor.
„Fascinating.” A simple word fell past the Zaunite’s lips, a word that was so in his nature but used in such context, that it caused the young Talis to giggle.
„If this means to be your pawn, I’ll happily be yours to play a match with.”