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The stench of slick hits Jayce the moment he enters the laboratory. The sweet vanilla fragrance, mixed with sweat and cum, drills into his senses and he chokes. Heat rushes through every part of his body, making him lightheaded. He has smelled this once before – a precariously dangerous moment that took immense self-restraint, and he had to replace every unholy thought crossing his mind with an image of Heimerdinger in swimwear. Now, it’s pressing down all around him, tempting him again, and Jayce almost turns around and bolts. 

“Viktor?” he calls out, voice hoarse. His eyes are still adjusting to the dimness, but he can make out a figure bundled up on the ground, shaking and whimpering. 

At the sound of his voice, Viktor freezes. Waves of arousal and shame fill the air, feeling like a ton of missiles locked onto Jayce. 

“Go away, Jayce,” Viktor whispers. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Viktor is wrapped around the blanket that Jayce left in the lab, bunched up to his thighs and extremely soaked. He’s practically lying in a pool of his own slick, dripping down his legs and creating a puddle on the floor. His fingers are also wet, and he must’ve been fucking himself over and over the entire night, never feeling satisfied.

Despite all the mental preparation and trying to keep his brain preoccupied with Heimerdinger, Jayce’s pants tighten. He hates himself for it, hates how his body reacts on instinct when all these dirty thoughts feel like he’s disrespecting Viktor. He can’t take advantage of the person that matters to him the most, especially during his most vulnerable moment – even when Viktor smells Jayce’s arousal and his body produces more slick.

An invitation that contrasts his own words.

God, it’s too much. He’s too much. 

Jayce crouches by his side, careful not to touch him. He produces a packet of suppressants from his pocket, but what it can do this late into the heat, he doesn’t know. Viktor is probably thinking the same thing and doesn’t take it. Instead, he grabs Jayce’s hand and buries his nose into it, taking a long deep breath. His pheromones must be all over the place, releasing them like an intoxicating gas that keeps pulling Viktor towards him, and his cock strains so hard against his pants that he wants to cry. 

He’s always been attracted to Viktor. The realization hit him slowly, during school functions or council events that they were always forced to attend. His eyes had always gravitated towards Viktor, seeking him in the crowd even if Mel was there. Jayce feels drunk on the feeling, but he keeps those feelings locked away in a box, only opening them when he’s in a rut. He feels dirty and ashamed every time he does it, and now with Viktor vulnerable like this, it’s like being handed everything he’s ever fantasized about on a silver platter. It feels wrong. 

Because on a normal day, Viktor probably won’t glance his way. 

Viktor holds onto his hand, not letting him go, and pulls him closer until their faces are inches apart. His breath is hot on Jayce’s cheek, and Jayce doesn’t know how much longer of this he can take. 

“You told me to leave,” Jayce whispers, completely torn. 

Viktor takes a deep breath. He’s always been patient, listening to Jayce ramble about Hextech while he writes his own research, the smile never leaving his face despite the distraction. Now, he furrows his brows, looking at Jayce as though he’s the most insufferable man on the planet. 

“Because you always do,” Viktor says, tired more than anything else. “Like I’m some disgusting creature you can’t bear to look at whenever I’m… like this.”

Disgusting is a word that he has never associated with Viktor, and Jayce draws back for a moment, completely surprised. “What are you talking about?”

“The first night. In our room. When you came home earlier than usual.”

Jayce remembers that night – thinks about it more than he should. Viktor nested in a bunch of pillows, his fingers submerged up to his knuckles in his hole, fucking himself back on them. A throaty, “Jayce,” as their gazes locked. Blood had rushed south of Jayce’s body, leaving his brain with zero blood cells because it was the only explanation he could think of for what he did next: he turned around and slammed the door behind him. 

The next day, he bought Viktor suppressants. Something unreadable flashed in Viktor’s eyes, his lips pressing into a flat line. Jayce was too scared to ask what it meant. 

“I’m sorry, Vik,” Jayce says, suddenly feeling like an insensitive asshole. He hadn’t even thought that it could be misinterpreted that way. “I thought– I didn’t know what I thought. I felt like I was intruding on something I was uninvited to.”

“I called your name.”

Jayce cringes. “I know. It’s just. I didn’t want to take advantage.” 

“I’m not as helpless as you think I am.”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“Then what are you saying?”

The last shreds of self-restraint slip from his fingers. “I don’t know if I’m still who you want when things aren’t… like this.”

A heartbeat passes, then Viktor pulls himself forward and crawls into Jayce’s lap. Slick coats Jayce’s pants, and the intoxicating sweetness triggers a surge of raw, carnal desire, and he can’t think of anything else but Viktor – Viktor leaning in and brushing his lips against his scent gland, Viktor on his lap and so wet that he can already feel the wetness through the fabric, Viktor grinding down against his bulge as his hands snake around Jayce’s neck, pulling him close. 

Jayce’s hands slip between the folds of the blanket, sliding up Viktor’s thighs until they rest on his waist. Jayce squeezes them softly and Viktor moans, pressing himself harder against Jayce’s chest. Viktor buries his face into Jayce’s shoulder and subtly lifts his ass, a shy and hesitant movement that Jayce finds both cute and hot and so Viktor. 

Jayce presses a finger to his hole, circling the wet rim, and Viktor’s breath catches. He tries to lower himself into it, but Jayce pulls his fingers away.

“Jayce,” Viktor whines. “Stop being a fucking tease.”

His lips tug upward at the profanity. He brings his slick-coated fingers to his lips, sucking them slowly without breaking eye contact, and his eyes almost roll back at how good Viktor tastes. 

“You taste fucking amazing,” Jayce murmurs before leaning down to kiss him. It’s a messy locking of lips, more tongue and spit than actual kissing, and Viktor moans as he tastes himself, which is so fucking hot that Jayce’s cock twitches. He slides a finger into Viktor’s ass, then another, fucking him slowly at first then in rapid thrusts until Viktor is panting into his mouth. 

The squelch of fingers and slickness are so loud in the stillness of the lab that he almost misses it when Viktor breathes out, “More, Jayce. More.”

Jayce adds a third finger, curling his fingers that Viktor cries out. He rubs his prostate until Viktor is shaking in his lap, barely able to bounce on his fingers anymore so Jayce fucks them into him instead. 

“Jayce, I’m–” It’s all Viktor manages to say before he’s cumming, hot, sticky liquid shooting all over Jayce’s shirt and Viktor’s bare chest. Viktor trembles in his arms and clutches his shirt, his lips quivering as he looks up at Jayce. He doesn’t even have to say anything – Jayce can smell it perfectly well.

He hooks an arm under Viktor’s legs and carries him to the table, the other carefully supporting his back brace. The sight of Viktor exposed like this, drenched in his own slick and cum, the blanket rising up his thighs as he spreads his legs open, sears into Jayce’s brain. He’s hard again, and Jayce pulls Viktor to the edge of the table. He wraps his hands around his thighs, pressing him firmly down, and drops to his knees. Then he brings his face to his hole and licks.

Viktor jerks, crying out, but Jayce presses his hips down. He tastes so sweet, like molten honey mixed with salt, and Jayce can’t get enough. He eats him out like a starved man who’s gone weeks without food, his tongue pushing into Viktor’s puckered hole as a string of curses leave Viktor’s mouth. Slick drips down Jayce’s chin, and he releases one hand on Viktor’s hip to wrap around his cock, giving it only a few pumps before Viktor is coming again. Jayce licks it all up, his tongue trailing from his ass to his balls to his cock, not letting a single drop go to waste. 

Viktor is breathing harshly, eyelids half-lidded, as Jayce stands. He looks thoroughly fucked out already – all of it just from using his fingers and mouth, and pride swells in him. Jayce unzips his pants, and Viktor whimpers again, reaching down to touch himself as he watches Jayce. 

“No,” he says, and Viktor immediately stops. He pulls Viktor up so that he’s sitting, setting his hands on his thighs as he kisses him again. Viktor leans into the kiss, opening his mouth as Jayce shoves his tongue down his throat, letting him know how good he tastes – how he can probably survive just eating him out everyday. 

Viktor moans, his hand reaching down to palm Jayce’s bulge. He slowly takes his cock out, sending a shiver down Jayce’s spine as he strokes it with such expertise that Jayce feels like this isn’t his first time. The pleasure morphs into a hot, possessive streak and he grips Viktor’s thighs again, pulling him off the table and turning him around carefully until his chest is flat against the surface.

He dips two fingers into Viktor’s wet hole, ignoring the gasp that Viktor let out, and smears the slick all over his hard cock. Jayce presses the tip against Viktor’s entrance and pushes in – just enough for the tip to breach his hole – then pulls out. Viktor’s fingers grip the edge of the table, his hole clenching around air.

“Talis,” he grits out, “if you don’t fuck me this instant, I will–”

Jayce slams all the way in, and a choked noise falls from Viktor’s lips. He’s so warm and tight, and every part of Jayce feels on fire and he can’t think of anything else but Viktor. He has always fantasized about this – Viktor coming apart in his hands, filling him up until their slick and cum drips out of his hole like a leaking faucet; their pheromones mixing together so no one dares to look at Viktor, his Viktor, his roommate, his best friend, his partner, and all of a sudden he needs more – more of Viktor’s scent, of Viktor’s heat, of Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. 

Jayce thrusts into him deeper, his grip tightening on Viktor’s hips as he fucks him harder with every moan and whimper and “God, Jayce, you’re so good” falling out of Viktor’s mouth. Viktor comes again, his entire body jerking from the intensity of his orgasm, but Jayce doesn’t stop. Instead, he bends over and drapes himself over his partner’s back, murmuring, “You’re so beautiful, Vik. So warm and tight,” and pounds into him until Viktor’s legs shake so hard from overstimulation – until Jayce’s hands are the only things keeping him upright. 

“Jayce,” he cries out. “I-I–” Jayce buries his face into his scent gland, licking and sucking the sensitive skin, and Viktor groans. “I–I want–”

“You want what, Vik?”

“I-I want–” He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut, and tilts his head sideways to expose his scent gland even more. 

The rational part of Jayce’s brain jolts him to his senses – just enough to process what Viktor is trying to say. His eyes widen and he pulls away to look at his face. His thrusts slow down, but Viktors grits out, “Don’t stop,” and fucks himself back onto his cock. 

Jayce sucks in a breath. “Viktor. You’re in heat. You’re not–”

“I know what I’m talking about, Jayce. Why do you think I keep turning Sky down?”

Jayce digs around for an answer, but with the heat around his cock and Viktor’s pheromones penetrating his senses, it makes it harder to think. “I don’t know,” he answers lamely. 

“Kiss me.” 

Jayce listens. Viktor twists around and slides a hand to Jayce’s cheek, cupping his face. The kiss is sweet and gentle, unlike earlier which is more spit than actual kissing. Something warm blooms in Jayce’s chest, an emotion that crosses the line beyond infatuation, and is fueled even more when Viktor murmurs, “I want you, Jayce. Even when I’m not in heat. Please. Make me yours.”

Jayce searches his face. “Do you mean it?”

“I do.”

“I’ve never liked anyone this much,” he admits. He doesn’t know what makes him say it – perhaps it’s the vulnerability that Viktor is showing him, the complete trust that always tethers them to each other. Or the prospect that Viktor wants to be his mate.

His. 

Only his.

“Me too,” Viktor murmurs. “I didn’t even think I was capable of it.”

Jayce pulls Viktor up so that they are almost standing – Viktor’s back pressed flush against his chest as they press their mouths to each other, slow and sensual – a stark difference to the way Jayce is pounding him, hard and fast as though the world is about to end in an hour. Jayce breaks the kiss to cup Viktor’s jaw, tilting his neck to the side while his other hand wraps around Viktor’s cock, stroking him. He mouths at Viktor’s scent gland, canines poking through his lips, and Viktor melts against him, breathless and trembling and taking him so well even when the angle isn’t the most pleasurable for him. Pressure rises in Jayce’s abdomen, and he’s so near that when Viktor moans his name, he finally hurls over the edge. He jerks violently as he cums, his canines sinking into Viktor’s scent gland at the same time Viktor spills all over Jayce’s hand. Viktor sighs against him, his eyes fluttering shut, as the knot takes hold.

“Fuck,” Jayce whispers, breathing hard. He realizes he no longer has the strength to hold them both up and lowers them gently to the floor. They stay wrapped in each other – Viktor’s back pressed against Jayce’s chest as his arms wrap around Viktor’s waist. Seconds of blissful silence pass by, broken only when Jayce realizes that he just knotted Viktor. 

“Vik,” he starts, trying to keep the panic out of his voice, “are you on–?”

“Yes,” he mumbles, too blissfully fucked out to be sarcastic. His head tips backwards to rest on Jayce’s shoulder. “Feels nice.” 

“Being knotted?”

“Finally not having to tiptoe around each other. But that, too.” 

Jayce’s cheeks heat up. “Right. Sorry. It does feel nice. But it also feels…” 

Like a dream. 

He clears his throat and shifts so that Viktor is resting against him more comfortably. He picks up the discarded blanket and drapes it over them. He doesn’t know how long until his knot disappears, and Jayce finds out he doesn’t care – not when Viktor’s breathing finally evens out, his gentle snoring now the only sound in the lab aside from Jayce’s pounding heart, feeling both awe and disbelief that this man is finally his mate.