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Nothing could compare to early mornings in their lab.
Sure, all they did was groggily drag themselves around, trying to pick up where they left off the day prior and regain the work momentum; Jayce enjoyed the quiet calmness of it though, as if the world outside was slowly waking up from its slumber, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the room, a constant marker of a new day of work.
And, best of all, for a while now there had also been a “good morning” kiss from Viktor added to the mix.
To Jayce’s delight their relationship didn’t change their work dynamic nor professional chemistry... with a small exception of an occasional distraction in a form of a kiss. Or two. (Or more, if Viktor got really invested in whatever project they had on their hands and Jayce had to get him to bed somehow.)
They were on the opposite sides of the room, with Viktor pondering the blackboard (giving Jayce a great view of his ass) and Jayce slumped on his desk, playing with hexstones that they were supposed to stabilise. Hextech all around got huge amounts of applause and support from the general public, thus the hexgates construction went quite well and fast. The opening inauguration was to happen next Saturday... And, coincidentally, exactly one year after Jayce and Viktor got together. To the day. Perhaps it was that news that made Jayce so nostalgic about their relationship on that particular morning.
Upon being notified of the date and connecting the dots Jayce couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Well, that’s one hell of an anniversary gift,” he commented after sharing his discovery with his partner.
Viktor frowned and turned around to give him a long, assessing look.
“How am I only now finding out that you’re an ‘anniversary’ kind of man?”
“’Anniversary kind of man’?” Jayce laughed at Viktor’s dismayed tone. “What does that even mean?”
Viktor just waved his hand vaguely and returned his attention to the board.
“The romantic type that thinks that every single first experience with their significant other is a cause for a huge celebration.”
Well, that simply wouldn’t do.
Jayce got up from his seat and crossed the room to grasp his partner's hips from behind, glue his torso to Viktor’s back and mutter into his ear, “Well if I haven’t yet proven myself as a romantic type then I apologise, because I’ve been clearly not showering you with love and affection enough.”
As if trying to make up for his mishap Jayce started vigorously laying kisses all over Viktor’s neck and cheeks while his partner let out grunts of annoyance. (Jayce knew that it was all for show though, because he didn’t even try to pull away.) Eventually Jayce finished his onslaught of love with a lingering kiss to Viktor’s mouth, and that got enthusiastically reciprocated. Jayce kept it light and playful, sneaking his tongue in and out of Viktor’s mouth, ending the kiss with a peck to the corner of his lips. He wrapped his arms around his partner, leaning his chin on his shoulder.
“But I guess you aren’t wrong. I mean maybe not every single thing has to be a big deal, but one year anniversary of a relationship objectively speaking is a big deal. Don’t you think?”
Viktor just shrugged and crossed his arms on his chest, turning around in Jayce’s embrace. His eyes and expression remained rather impassive.
“It’s not dissimilar to celebrating another time when the planet makes its way around the sun: pointless and arbitrary in its importance. In my opinion actual achievements should be celebrated, not the mere memory of them.”
That was the part of Viktor that was the hardest for Jayce to learn to love: the “overly rational and down-to-earth” Viktor. Of course Jayce knew that Viktor generally just wasn’t particularly nostalgic nor sentimental, but he suspected that his partner sometimes pretended to be completely emotionless just to start an argument.
This time Jayce didn’t feel like fighting him, but he certainly hoped that he could persuade his partner to change his approach about this aspect of relationships.
“I don’t think that’s true,” Jayce argued softly, tucking hair behind Viktor’s ear and stroking his cheek. To his satisfaction a slight blush appeared on Viktor’s face and neck, even if his disgruntled expression didn’t change one iota. “Relationship isn’t something that just happens. It needs maintenance, constant attention and care. I think putting up with each other for a year straight without breaking up is one hell of a reason to celebrate, what do you say?”
Viktor heaved out a dramatic sigh, but it was a happy sigh; he tucked his face into Jayce’s hand to hide his small smile.
“I suppose,” he allowed, which Jayce counted as an enormous win. “And I also suppose that exchanging gifts on such occasions is par for the course, eh?”
“It’s not about gifts... unless we want it to be. But most importantly, it’s about us. We can do whatever we want...” Jayce brought his forehead to Viktor’s, closing his eyes and breathing in Viktor’s well-familiar by now scent. “Although I suppose bigger plans will have to be postponed until after the hexgates inauguration.”
Viktor hummed in agreement.
“I highly doubt we’ll have time for anything else.”
Silence fell as they basked in each other’s presence.
After a long moment though a thought popped in Jayce’s mind, urging him to ask, “So... Any chance that you’ll wear make up to the party-“
“Absolutely not. You’ll be lucky if you even see me there at all.”
Well, it was worth a try, Jayce thought with a slight twinge of disappointment. But a guy can dream.
And dream he did, even as they broke apart and finally started working when the coffee kicked in. Jayce’s mind refused to focus on anything for more than a minute at a time though; every now and then he simply had to sneak a look at Viktor, contemplating how lucky he got, how much joy Viktor brought him before and especially over the course of those past several months they had been together, and how he would have missed an opportunity for all this happiness if it weren’t for one prick of a prince...
(And throughout all this time not a single letter from the asshole. Bliss.)
But...
Jayce’s brain fixated on that topic, and he couldn’t help but ruminate it over and over, similarly as one pokes at a scab with gory fascination. A thought came to him, not for the first time too, and the longer he let it fester the more it spread through his entire mind like the grey.
Namely, Jayce started pondering his and Viktor’s sex life.
A rather active one, sure, and a very satisfying one, but... That’s where the doubts started creeping in. Was it really satisfying for both parties? Jayce always made sure to take care of Viktor as Viktor took care of him, focusing on each other’s pleasure as intently as on one's own, never leaving the other unsatisfied, but...
Viktor’s words from months ago echoed in Jayce’s mind, warped and faded by time but bearing sharp edges nonetheless; something to do with control, pushing boundaries, and most importantly: that Viktor enjoyed rough sex. The remnants of which Jayce got to see and feel under his fingers when he took care of the wounds on Viktor’s body after his night with the prince, feeling mad with worry and to be honest a little bit disgusted. (Not with Viktor of course. Just... the idea of harming someone like that in general, and especially during sex of all things.)
Sure, Jayce wasn’t entirely innocent; he might have left some hickeys on Viktor’s neck that didn’t fade away after a day, or light bruises on his arms when Jayce occasionally held him down when Viktor asked, but... Come to think of it now, Viktor did seem to moan just a little bit louder and be a little bit more enthusiastic when Jayce exuded a more possessive side...
Was Viktor really enjoying himself during other times, then? Or was he just humouring Jayce, trying not to hurt his feelings, secretly feeling bored at how mundane Jayce must have come across compared to his previous sexual partners?
He chanced a glance at Viktor who was drawing a diagram on the blackboard on the other side of the room, so blissfully oblivious to the inner turmoil Jayce was in. Eventually though the venom seeped from Jayce’s mind to his mouth, and before he could rethink his decision, he spoke up.
“Viktor?”
“Yes?”
“Are you...” Jayce cleared his throat, aiming for a casual tone. “Satisfied?”
“How do you mean?”
“You know. Sexually,” Jayce said and immediately cringed.
A loud scratch of chalk on the board made him flinch. Viktor paused in what he was doing and turned to him in surprise. Jayce saw the movement only in the corner of his eye because he didn’t dare look directly at his partner, instead pretending to be busy with sorting his notes.
“Where did that come from?”
Something in Jayce’s stomach sunk.
“You didn’t answer the question.”
“Yes, Jayce, I am very happy with our relationship, sexual aspect of it included.” A pause, then, “Are... you not satisfied?”
“No! No, I mean, yes I am, very much, but I just thought that you might...” Jayce fumbled for a second before giving up, taking an easy way out. “Never mind, I’m glad.”
“No, do elaborate please,” Viktor asked and dropped the chalk on the table, crossing his arms on his chest.
Jayce sighed deeply and bit the inside of his cheek in thought, trying to figure out how to convey what he meant without coming off as an insecure prude.
“Well, it’s just that with our anniversary approaching I got kind of nostalgic, I guess? Anyway it got me thinking as to how we’ve actually got together and... I don’t know, I just thought that we didn’t really do anything that you like, so far? I mean in the bedroom? The kind of... uh... things that you did with- Well, I mean anyway, I just thought-“
A hand on his shoulder stopped his rambling. He turned to look at Viktor, slightly surprised that his partner managed to sneak up on him. Viktor looked... amused, but his voice was soft.
“Jayce,” he started and paused for a moment. “While I appreciate your thoughtfulness, you don’t have to worry. I’m perfectly alright with how things are now. And if, and that is an enormous if, I weren’t, then I would have told you.”
Jayce turned around fully, finally mentally ready to face his partner properly. Viktor’s gaze and voice were gentle, but didn’t convince Jayce one hundred percent. He took the hand off of his shoulder and kissed it, wrapping his other arm around Viktor’s waist.
“You would?” Jayce murmured into Viktor’s hand. “You promise?”
His partner raised an eyebrow and oh, Jayce absolutely loved when Viktor got cocky with him.
“Have I ever failed to report it if I found you lacking in some way?” Viktor asked dryly. “In any way?”
Good point.
“No,” Jayce snorted. “Although while we’re on it, you could be a bit less brutal about your criticisms sometimes you know.”
“Duly noted,” Viktor remarked insincerely and caressed Jayce’s face, staring at him intently. “But don’t change the subject. Am I wrong in assuming that there’s some deeper issue here?”
No, he was not, and he damn well knew it judging by his expectant face and a persistent gleam in his eye.
Well, since Jayce said A, he might as well say B. He hummed and started playing with the hem of Viktor’s vest, trying to gather courage.
“I mean, it’s not really an issue... I just...” His heart hammered in his chest as he muttered awkwardly, “Well... I guess I just meant that... we could... try something?”
In a split of a second Viktor's expression changed to that of a cat when it spots a prey.
“Oh?” Viktor all but purred, running his hands down Jayce’s chest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well... Uh... Come on, it’s not fair to ask me that, you know that I don’t know shit about, uh, turning pain into pleasure or whatever.” Jayce chuckled and focused on caressing Viktor’s waist instead of the feeling of his face burning.
Viktor suddenly grew serious and gave him a long, assessing look. Jayce felt like an equation on their board, getting thoroughly scrutinised and analysed under that sharp, piercing gaze.
A pleasant shiver ran down his spine.
“I... don’t think that it’s a great idea,” Viktor said eventually and Jayce frowned.
“Why not?”
“Jayce, you can’t even say what you want,” Viktor sighed.
“Yeah cause I don’t really know the options! I... Well, I hoped that you could show me,” Jayce replied in a low tone, trying to convey to his partner with his eyes that he meant what he said.
“I’m serious,” Viktor said with a stone expression. “If you want to sacrifice your comfort and feelings to try to satisfy me-“
“What? No, where did that even come from-“
“Because I remember your reaction the last time that topic was breached,” Viktor cut in sternly and Jayce had to admit that his reaction back then wasn’t... ideal. “And what you saw was merely the aftermath, and you did not know the details. Of course we wouldn’t start with anything drastic and I would be more than happy to explore your previously unrealised desires, but if you’d be participating solely for my pleasure, being under a misguided impression that I would be dissatisfied with our encounters otherwise-”
“No, that’s- Yes, yeah I want to make you happy, but I promise I wouldn’t propose this if I didn’t want to at least try something new,” Jayce all but pleaded with his partner. He felt like Viktor tried to be too considerate with him at this point.
Because, if Jayce was completely honest, it wasn’t the first time that thoughts of experimenting with something new in the bedroom had crossed his mind. Even after a year he still didn’t quite understand what Viktor meant all those months ago when he explained the nuances that came with the more brutal kind of sex. And if there was one thing Jayce couldn’t stand, it was not understanding. He hoped that Viktor would help him out in that department; he really, really hoped.
(Also, just maybe, a deeper part of Jayce remembered how jealous he was when he saw that Viktor got marked as someone else’s, even though they hadn’t been together yet at that time. And maybe that small, dark part of him wanted to know what it feels like... for Viktor to show him what it would be like to be claimed.)
“Well then,” Viktor said slowly after a moment of absent-mindedly playing with Jayce’s tie, “Alright. But I need you to trust my judgement in ordering you around.”
“Of course I trust you.” Jayce hesitated, feeling a bit stupid about his worries, but asked anyway, “Maybe just, uh, maybe don’t draw blood...?”
“Certainly not,” Viktor assured him, sneaking one of his hands under Jayce’s shirt to graze his abs lightly, raising goosebumps along the way. “I think for the first time we should go easy on the pain... Perhaps just mild to moderate discomfort, how does that sound?”
Interesting, to say the least.
Jayce smirked as he leaned down and nudged Viktor’s nose with his before whispering into his partner’s lips, “Do your worst.”
***
Despite Jayce’s cocky challenge Viktor knew that he could not do his worst, not unless he wanted to put Jayce off sex for life.
Of course they wouldn’t start with whips and chains but all things considered their encounters were generally pretty... gentle. Sweet. Loving.
And Viktor enjoyed them thoroughly every single time.
Upon introducing Jayce to bottoming it turned out that neither of them had a strong preference in the matter so they switched depending on what the mood called for. Usually neither of them particularly dominated over the other, either. Sometimes one of them got a tad carried away and gave the other a deeper hickey, or on the rare occasions that they got into arguments and Jayce got really frustrated with Viktor he happily allowed Jayce to manhandle him a little bit against the nearest horizontal surface. (Viktor, maybe, occasionally, might have stubbornly refused to turn in for the night just to rile Jayce up. Sue him for liking his partner taking initiative.)
So naturally, Jayce’s proposition came as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Sure, at the beginning of their relationship Viktor was tempted to sit Jayce down and actually properly explain how BDSM works, purely for educational purposes, but he hadn’t, not even once, thought about introducing it to their sexual life in any form. He supposed that there were two main reasons for that: one, sex with Jayce was more than satisfying for him as it was, even if he sometimes nudged his partner here and there to be a little rougher with him.
Reason number two, the more important one, was that Viktor still vividly remembered the pure horror in Jayce’s eyes at the state his body was in after his tryst with the prince. That cleared up for Viktor everything that he needed to know about what Jayce would and definitely would not enjoy in the bedroom, and it promptly killed any initiative of educating his partner that might have sprouted in Viktor after they got together.
Because the last thing he wanted was for Jayce to feel pressured into something he did not want, just to make Viktor happy.
But, apparently, time smoothed out sharp edges of Jayce’s memories, leaving nothing but curiosity. Viktor wouldn’t admit it to save his life, but he was a little touched, because having fantasies was one thing, and trusting your partner enough to act on them was a whole other matter. Of course they cared deeply for one another, in ways so mundane as making each other breakfast and as big as giving a hypothetical kidney for transplant, yet knowing that Jayce trusted him enough to step out of his sexual comfort zone, absolutely sure that Viktor would never bring him any real harm in any way...
God, Viktor was so in love with Jayce. And that’s why he needed to make their first scene the best scene he’d ever prepared.
Thus, over the next couple of days, Jayce’s words got Viktor thinking. Then, they got him fantasising.
And then they got him planning.
***
Although Viktor had pondered approaching the topic on their anniversary, which was happening in just a few short days, having Jayce under him on a lazy Tuesday evening seemed like too perfect of an opportunity to let it pass. Viktor lied on top of Jayce, leisurely rubbing himself against his partner’s backside. Jayce was already hard and let out the most maddening quiet grunts whenever Viktor teased his hole. It started as an innocent enough massage, but since they were already naked and getting worked up...
“I have been thinking about what you said,” Viktor murmured into the delicious expanse of Jayce’s back, “And I came up with an idea.”
He felt Jayce’s body tense slightly under him even as he inquired, “Mm, what is it?”
“Fear not, nothing extreme.” Viktor laid a reassuring kiss on his partner’s neck. “Think of it as a game. Or a challenge.”
Being so close to Jayce’s face he could see a smirk growing on it, even as half of his face was buried in the pillow.
“Okay then, if it’s a game then what are the rules?”
“They’re simple. I,” Viktor stated and drove his hand over Jayce’s ass that instantly raised in compliant anticipation, “Will do my best to try and make you come.”
“You don’t have to try very hard,” Jayce gasped, trying to rub his backside against Viktor’s erection and grind against the bed at the same time. Viktor tightened his grip on Jayce’s hip to still him, lest the game ended before it even began.
“You,” he continued in a husky voice, “Will just lie there and look pretty for me. Here’s the tricky part: every time you feel climax approaching you tell me, and I will stop whatever I’m doing.”
Jayce frowned slightly.
“So... I don’t get to come?”
“You do.” Viktor kissed his temple and whispered into his ear, “If you ask nicely for it.”
After some consideration Viktor decided that edging was perfect for them to start with, for three reasons. One, it wasn’t anything particularly extreme, and required no accessories, just a bit of ingenuity on his part. Two, it suited Jayce perfectly, because it played on his pride and ambition that he stuck to even in the bedroom. Three, it made most sense that Viktor would take the lead, and if he had his partner already at his mercy then he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to make him-
“You want me to beg for an orgasm?” Jayce realised.
Viktor “mhmm”ed into his shoulder as he diligently sucked and bit on the skin there to leave a mark.
“And if I don’t beg?”
“You don’t get to come,” Viktor replied simply, licking the reddening spot.
“Hardly a fair deal then.”
“A little bit of discipline and humility would do you good, I feel like.”
Jayce snorted.
“Well, I’m not going to beg, so. It’s a lose-lose situation.”
“Ah, how about a consolation prize then? If I come and you’ll still haven’t begged by then,” Viktor whispered, glad that he’d thought out this entire charade beforehand, “On the Saturday inauguration you will get to have me all night long by your side... in full make up. Which then you will get to ruin, in any and every way you want.”
Jayce’s breath hitched and Viktor smirked; he knew that he won his partner over with this. After the Grand Piltover Gala, upon discovering the effect that make up had on Jayce, Viktor was decidedly more keen on putting in the effort. He still scarcely wore it, only putting on some light make up a handful of times, and didn’t feel much of a difference with or without it, but Jayce’s reaction each time was absolutely priceless; first a stunned smile, a breathless once over, and then a positively predatory hunger in his eyes.
If there was one sure way to make Jayce drool, it was with eyeliner and lipstick.
“We can try something else if you want,” Viktor generously offered nonetheless, having made at least three other backup plans.
Jayce pondered (or pretended to ponder) for a moment, then turned his head to leave a sultry kiss on his lips.
“Challenge accepted,” he muttered with a smile, grinding his ass against Viktor’s cock once again.
“One more thing.” Viktor put his hand on Jayce’s neck, turning his head so that he could look him in the eye. “If, at any moment, you feel like it’s too much or you’re uncomfortable, or you change your mind for whatever other reason, just say ‘stop’ and we will stop immediately.”
“So that you get to win?” Jayce muttered, his dark gaze flickering between Viktor’s eyes and lips.
“No, so that we can end the game or at the very least take a break.” Viktor tightened his grip on Jayce’s neck to bring him back to reality for the sake of the conversation, since that was an important matter. “It won’t mean either of us lost or won, it just means we might want to try something else some other time. I mean it. Alright?”
“Yeah. Alright.”
Viktor then dived in to claim Jayce’s mouth, this time not pulling any punches, forcing his tongue in roughly to leave Jayce with no doubts as to who was in charge from now on. Of course his partner took that as a challenge, trying to take control of the kiss. The position they were in didn’t allow him to do more than grunt into Viktor’s mouth but he tried his best nonetheless, defiantly biting Viktor’s lower lip so hard it hurt.
Viktor wouldn’t have him any other way.
“Good,” he growled when they parted at last and Jayce’s hips instantly bucked into his. “Turn around and lay on your back.”
Jayce fulfilled the order with eyes full of anticipation and an almost giddy smile on his lips. Viktor sat up and took his sweet time to admire the sight of before him, as he always did whenever he could get a view of Jayce’s stunning body in all its glory, and he couldn’t wait to turn his partner into an absolute begging mess.
The plan was to stall off his own pleasure by prolonging Jayce’s, which in pair with his stamina made him rather sure that he would hear Jayce plead by the end of the night. First item on tonight’s agenda: suck Jayce off to see if he’d play along with the rules they had established.
*
Jayce was a little bit suspicious.
At first he suspected that there might be a catch to their deal, some hidden agenda that his partner perhaps conveniently forgot to mention, because Viktor’s so called “game” didn’t sound half as bad as what he’d expected. Well, technically speaking he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but not getting to come for a while didn’t sound so bad compared to the images his own mind conjured for him.
But... no. There Viktor was, right where Jayce liked him best: between his legs, completely naked, mouth occupied with sucking his dick. No pain, nothing weird, just a good old-fashioned blowjob.
Viktor’s skillful tongue ran along his length, flicking teasingly over his balls whenever he was low and sucking on the tip when high. He used no lubricant, letting his saliva drip all over Jayce’s cock instead, creating a perfect combination of pressure and friction. After a few minutes of cautious alertness, during which Viktor got him well and truly hard anyway, Jayce let out a relieved sigh and relaxed, enjoying the pleasure.
Because honestly, how difficult could stalling off an orgasm really be? Besides, it wasn’t like Viktor would seriously just leave him rock-hard and almost there if he didn’t beg at all, right...?
(Well, Jayce supposed that in that unlikely scenario he could just go wank off in the shower and lock the bathroom door, moaning twice as loud as usual so that Viktor could hear and do nothing about it... But the solution didn’t sit quite right with him. Felt like cheating in the game.)
Those thoughts that rattled in Jayce’s brain got quieter the longer he gazed down at Viktor, whose laser-sharp focus was on sucking the head of his cock and using his hands to stroke the rest of it in an unhurried pace. The view on its own was doing it for Jayce because his partner looked fantastic like this, all lean muscle and smooth pale skin, sharp lines and edges of his body accentuated with every dip of his head. And the moment Viktor realised that Jayce was observing him, his eyes crinkled as they always did when he was in a mischievous mood (Jayce was yet to discover how could tell when his partner was smirking even with lips wrapped around his cock), and in a span of a second he dropped his hands, grabbing Jayce’s hips instead, and deepthroated him in one smooth move.
“Fuck,” Jayce exclaimed, choking on the air and thinking, how am I the one choking?
He tried his best to keep himself still and not thrust into the tight wet heat that suddenly engulfed him, fighting against his instincts and first waves of climax appearing on the horizon of his consciousness. After a moment of swallowing around him Viktor pulled off completely, catching raspy breaths, with a string of saliva connecting his mouth and Jayce’s erection. Between one exhale and another he dived back in with determination of a starving man feasting, drawing his tongue along the length before pushing it roughly against the tip. Jayce’s breath became erratic as Viktor’s one hand stroked his cock while the other started caressing his balls.
Jayce tangled his fingers in Viktor’s hair and this time he couldn’t help the tiny movements of his hips, but Viktor didn’t seem to mind; he meekly opened wide and allowed Jayce to use his mouth, making the most obscene sounds in the process. Jayce threw his head back when a hand that had been on his balls moved lower, teasing his asshole with barely a brush of a fingertip before retracting, and then again, and the thought of getting thoroughly fucked by Viktor tonight was the final straw that sent a bolt of lighting down Jayce’s spine, just a bit more, just like that, and-
And...
In a random flash of coherence Jayce remembered that he couldn’t come; he could either ask (beg) to come or warn Viktor, so obviously...
“Vik I’m gonna-“
Viktor’s lips immediately disappeared and Jayce couldn’t help a tiny whine that escaped his throat at the loss of that sweet heat and pressure on his cock. Through heavy eyelids Jayce saw Viktor sit up, wipe his mouth and then run his hands over Jayce’s shins as he looked down at the mess he’d made of him.
“Good job,” Viktor praised him and it actually made Jayce feel a little bit better. “How are you feeling?”
Jayce swallowed thickly and tried to tear through the haze of pleasure enough to give a proper answer and not ask Viktor to finish what he started.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
“Take some time to cool off and then we’ll start again.”
Jayce just nodded. Viktor squeezed his legs tightly.
“Understood?” he asked in a much lower and colder tone and oh, yes, it was the tone with which he could boss Jayce around anytime. (And he knew it.)
“Yes. Understood,” Jayce replied hoarsely.
He rubbed his face and tried to breathe, realising that this whole thing wouldn’t be a walk in the park like he originally thought. He was halfway to begging already. The thing that made him push through was the fact that he saw that Viktor, composed as he might have pretended to be, was also already hard, and his hands trembled slightly when he was running them over Jayce’s body.
Well, Jayce wasn’t yet sure if he was into this whole thing or not, but one thing was for certain: he wasn’t going to give Viktor the satisfaction of hearing him whine out any pleas.
He only hoped that his dick wouldn’t fall off by the end of the night.
Jayce focused on Viktor to try and ignore his raging erection. He watched as his partner moved away to pull out lubricant and a condom from the bedside table drawer. Jayce shivered in anticipation; the view definitely didn’t make him any less hard, especially after Viktor decided to tease him by putting on a show with covering his erection in lube and slowly stroking himself.
“Do you think you can take my cock now without coming immediately?” Viktor rasped out with a mockingly raised eyebrow.
“Try me,” Jayce challenged and brought his arms behind his head, watching with satisfaction as Viktor’s eyes gleamed hungrily at the sight of his muscles flexing.
“Turn around.”
Jayce complied eagerly, and just when he was about to give into the sweet relief that grinding against the mattress could’ve brought him-
“None of that,” Viktor ordered, grabbed his hips and pulled them upwards.
Jayce huffed in frustration as he now laid with his face in the pillow and ass in the air, but when he tried to push himself upwards on his arms a hand on his neck stopped him.
“Stay,” Viktor all but purred. “I want you like this.”
And, well, who was Jayce to deny him?
The position he was in felt a bit weird, and from now on he had to rely mostly on the sounds that came from behind him to assess what did Viktor have in store for him. He heard the bottle of lubricant being opened and squeezed, and he gripped the sheets in anticipation of finally being filled and thoroughly fucked...
But it looked like Viktor wasn’t done teasing him just yet, because instead of the tip of Viktor’s erection, he felt fingers pushing into him.
“Oh come on,” Jayce whined, disgruntled.
“Oh, is that not what you wanted?” Viktor asked with a tone too innocent for someone who was two fingers deep in his partner’s ass. “Remember, all it takes for you to get what you want is to ask nicely.”
In your dreams, Jayce thought and just pushed his hips against Viktor’s hand, hoping that the sooner he got stretched to Viktor’s satisfaction the sooner they could get to the main event of the night. He was still hard, but for now he felt like he was out of the woods in terms of an orgasm.
Or so he thought, because an obstacle that he hadn’t considered was Viktor finding his damn prostate.
The first time a bolt of lightning shot up his spine, Jayce gasped. He hoped that it was an accident... But no, of course Viktor did it on purpose. Because he repeated it over and over again, leaving Jayce helplessly gripping the sheets and leaking ejaculate from his untouched erection (which was becoming a bit painful at this point). It was the weirdest combination of sensations Jayce had encountered in his life; he wanted to come, badly, but he also didn’t want Viktor to stop what he was doing. It was frustrating in the best way possible.
But there was also a bigger prize in the back of his mind.
Jayce tried to focus on picturing Viktor in full make up, dressed to the nines in a fitting suit, hair all over the place, kneeling before him, staining his cock with lipstick-
And the image was almost enough to make him come right there and then. Jayce bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough to taste blood, to bring himself somewhat off of the edge.
Which was all for naught anyway as he let out an actual whimper when Viktor purred into his ear, “Well that looks quite uncomfortable. May I be of assistance?”
And that absolute asshole started stroking Jayce, at the same time driving his fingers in and out of him just so that sparks exploded in his groin and ignited all of his nerves, making him writhe on the bed and gasp for air. Now that wasn’t playing fair, but...
Wait a minute, Jayce thought, enlightened. Two can play at that game.
He blamed the frustration of being denied an orgasm for his incredibly slow thinking, because it was so obvious now how he could win. The deal was that Jayce wouldn’t get to come unless he begged... which he definitely would not do, but if he held on until Viktor came, he would at least get to absolutely ruin his partner after the hexgates opening party. So, the obvious strategy was to make Viktor come. (Preferably as quickly as possible, before Jayce’s balls imploded.)
Just then Viktor pulled his fingers out of Jayce so he took that as an opening to execute his newly formed plan. He grasped the hand that was stroking him, intertwined their fingers and pulled, hard, to pin their joined hands to the bedframe over his head. Viktor lost balance and had no choice but to glue his body to Jayce’s back, which gave Jayce a perfect opportunity to grind against him. Through the thrum of blood in his ears and the thumping of his heart he heard Viktor’s surprised gasp and Jayce couldn’t help but smirk in satisfaction. Viktor grabbed his hip with the other hand, hard, and just when Jayce hoped he’d start humping him, or finally fucking him-
A loud slap resounded and Jayce yelped in surprise at the sudden stinging feeling on his asscheek.
*
“Did I allow you to touch me?” Viktor growled in low voice, pulling his hand away from Jayce’s grasp, and felt his partner shiver under him. He rubbed the spot on Jayce’s ass where redness was spreading at a rapid speed.
Jayce didn’t respond save for a grunt, and although Viktor was tempted to make him respond, in a polite and appropriate manner too, he decided that a slap was enough to punish Jayce’s bravado... this time.
Viktor saw how Jayce’s hands quite literally shook as they gripped the mattress with how much effort it took for him not to stroke himself, flip their positions, do something. Which meant that he would probably try to act out again... unless Viktor implemented preventative measures.
“Hands behind your back,” he commanded. When Jayce complied he grabbed his hands and pinned them to his back crossed at the wrists (not having any delusions that he could actually physically overpower his partner of course). “And stay still, or I will have to tie you up.”
That threat just slipped out on its own and Viktor didn’t think too much of it since he wouldn’t have followed up with it anyway...
Until he heard Jayce gasp, “God yes.”
Viktor had to pause for a second to actually process that. It took him a moment to compose himself and debate whether or not he really should tie Jayce up; the image in his head was a very tempting one, but they’d never actually done any restraining before save for occasional hand-pinning...
But Jayce grunted again, and then bucked his hips, trying to wiggle his arms out of Viktor’s grasp, and... Yes, he was grinning into the pillow even wrung out, sweaty and breathless as he was.
Well, alright then. It’s not like I didn’t warn him.
Viktor hadn’t prepared for bondage tonight, but he was nothing if not creative.
He grabbed Jayce’s hair to tilt his head back and ordered, “Wait here and don’t move.”
With that he got off of Jayce (who huffed impatiently but obediently remained in place), located the nearest pair of pants carelessly thrown on the floor and took the belt out. A few loops around Jayce’s wrists later he had his partner well and truly at his mercy.
“How does it feel?” Viktor asked, trying to assess the strength of the restraints. Fabric would’ve been a better choice than leather, but as long as Jayce didn’t pull on the belt too much he would be fine.
“Good,” Jayce breathed out.
“Not too tight?”
“No,” came a grunted out, muffled reply.
Viktor had a hard time dividing his attention between putting on a condom and admiring the view before him because no art that he’d ever seen came even close to the picture Jayce was painting right now; kneeling on the bed with his face in the pillow and ass up, panting heavily yet remaining with his hands behind his back and stubbornly refusing to beg, even as there was a small pool of ejaculate forming under him.
Yet for all of that gorgeous view Viktor impulsively felt compelled to say, “We can stop if you want.”
“Who said anything about stopping?” Jayce replied and spread his legs even wider.
Whore.
“I meant it when-“
“God damn it just fuck me already! And that wasn’t begging by the way.”
Viktor couldn’t help but chuckle at Jayce’s stubbornness, present even now as his hips undulated seemingly on their own accord even though Jayce had nothing to grind into.
Viktor’s cock was throbbing almost painfully at this point and as much as he wanted to tease Jayce some more, he was only human and wanted (needed) his partner badly, too. Without further ado he got between Jayce’s spread legs, finally sinking into him and getting some sweet relief for himself. They both let out a moan at the feeling, and only years of practice allowed Viktor to stall his impending orgasm. Viktor kept Jayce’s hips up so that he couldn’t get any friction still as he set up a fast pace from the get-go, sinking deeper and deeper into his partner each time he slammed his cock into him. If he weren’t so desperate not to come yet and so focused on sweetly torturing Jayce, he would’ve laughed.
Even if he didn’t make his partner plead tonight, this was honestly more fun than most scenes he’d ever participated in.
*
A disrupted blowjob, Jayce could handle.
The prostate play felt a bit like cheating on Viktor’s part but he was quite proud of himself as he handled that well, too.
Being thoroughly fucked while restrained he could not handle.
Jayce honestly wasn’t sure what it was that made him push Viktor to tie him up, but it was an instinctive reaction to his threat. He actually wasn’t one hundred percent sure whether or not Viktor would really tie him up right until the belt was wrapped around his wrists... and yet, he didn’t want to break free; for some twisted reason it felt satisfying, in a way. He enjoyed the additional challenge in a form of a restraint, and having something actually keeping him tied was definitely better (and worse at the same time for the sake of his painfully abandoned dick) because Viktor’s hands weren’t busy keeping him in place so he also got caressed all over, adding to the stack of beautiful torture an occasional scratching of nails or a slap on the ass... Which, for some reason, made him simultaneously two times less and three times more turned on. His body was giving him mixed signals all over the place, yet Viktor knew just how to balance the pleasure and pain to make Jayce want more.
He knew that Viktor would release him if he asked, or that they could stop at any time... but he didn’t want to. Maybe he was a masochist after all, but that paradigm shift could wait until later. Jayce’s top priority right now was both not to come and not to beg to be touched, which combined just resulted in him trying to not to start fucking crying.
Which of course was becoming harder and harder with each brutal slam of their hips. Jayce couldn’t remember the last time he got fucked this hard, to the point where he was sure he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. One of Viktor’s hands was holding the belt, using it as a leverage to push his cock even deeper into him, while the other roamed all over his body, pulling his hair, scratching his shoulders, yet avoiding all the areas where Jayce needed him most. (But they both knew very well by now that he could make Jayce come on his cock alone.)
Viktor tilted his hips just so and now targeted Jayce’s prostate, quite literally fucking the breath out of him. Instinctively Jayce pulled against his restraints to grip his painful erection- cover his mouth to stop the sobs coming out- turn around to push Viktor against the mattress and ride him senseless... but the belt held on mercilessly. The only thing he could do was spread his legs further, which made Viktor groan out loud and pick up an even faster pace...
But Jayce knew his partner. And he could tell that Viktor would be able to go at it for a long while still.
Jayce pushed his forehead against the pillow, wet with his sweat (and, perhaps, a few squeezed out tears), with only one thought ringing in his head. He didn’t give a shit about promises of a future reward; his sole fantasy in this moment was to fucking come.
“Oh god Vik I’m...” he cried out into the pillow.
Viktor tangled his fingers in his hair and turned his head to the side.
“What was that?” he asked in a low tone, minisculely slowing down the pace but not stopping ramming his hips into Jayce, probably knowing that his partner was at a breaking point.
“Please.” After that one word it was like a dam broke in Jayce’s mind and the words just flooded out of him. “Please Vik please, god I can’t anymore, I’m sorry, please let me come, I need to- I’m begging you- Please-”
“Shh, you’ve got nothing to apologise for. You’re doing fantastic,” Viktor reassured him with a squeeze to his wrists, caressing his scalp and and neck and back and... Jayce nearly sobbed when he felt one of Viktor’s hands sneak underneath him to touch his cock, timing the strokes with sharp juts of his hips. “Now all I want you to do is come for me.”
Jayce didn’t know whether Viktor used spit or lubricant or just the insane amount of ejaculate he was leaking and frankly, he didn’t give half a fuck; all that he knew was that at last there was precious heat and friction and wetness around his cock and he heaved out a dry sob at the feeling. He was half aware of sweet praises and encouragements Viktor kept on whispering in his ear, but they quickly faded away as Jayce’s sole point of focus became the almost painful pulsating tide wave in his groin.
For a split second Jayce felt like he might come, then like he might die, but then finally the pain and pleasure spilled over and with a broken cry he felt an orgasm overtake his entire body and all of his senses. All he could feel was the sweet relief of his balls tightening and his cock spilling seemingly endless amounts of cum, adding to the puddle underneath him that by now had probably soaked the mattress through. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience, because for a second or an eternity he had no flesh, just electric current for blood and molten lava for insides, as every cell in his body exploded like a supernova. It took him a while to regain his consciousness of having bodily functions like breathing (panting), salivating into the already soaked pillow, having a heartbeat that pounded in his chest. He was so out of it he didn’t even know when had Viktor come, just that his cock was still and twitching inside him, and that Viktor was breathlessly cursing in Zaunite.
Which was a testimony to how spent Jayce was because that was usually enough on its own to make him hard, and yet all that he felt now was a small sense of satisfaction that he’d managed to reduce Viktor to his mother tongue, like he rarely did.
Viktor’s scalding hot body slumped against him and he thumped his forehead against Jayce’s back, raising goosebumps along his skin with each rapid exhale of breath. The aches and pains finally started registering in Jayce’s mind: the uncomfortable position he was in, the cock in his ass, the rawness of skin on his wrists from the belt... But he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t move, it was fine. He wanted to stay like this just a little bit longer.
The feeling was reinforced by a kiss that Viktor laid on his shoulder.
“How are you feeling?” he murmured.
“Dead,” Jayce panted. His partner huffed out a laugh.
“Fair enough.” A hand caressed Jayce’s hip, and he felt another kiss being laid on his back. “You did impressively well for your first time.”
“Really?” Jayce asked, sceptical yet hopeful at the same time.
“Mhm.” Viktor hummed into his hair, nuzzling his neck. “So well in fact that you might get your promised reward after all.”
Jayce’s heart leaped in his chest even as he muttered, “You’re shit at discipline you know.”
“I’ve made no promises yet.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Jayce heard Viktor chuckle somewhere above him and smiled tiredly. He was spent and absolutely exhausted, both physically and mentally, but in the best way possible. After a moment Viktor pulled out of him with a sigh and Jayce sagged into the mattress. (Judging by how many joints and muscles protested at the movement, he had a suspicion that he wouldn’t be able to move the next day. Jayce might have just discovered his new favourite workout.) Just when he began to mourn the loss of Viktor’s heat he felt some movement at his lower back, and a second later his hands were free. Jayce just let them fall next to him, not yet having enough presence of mind to actually make his limbs cooperate.
...was that just blood rushing in his ears or was Viktor saying something?
“Huh?” was all that Jayce managed to communicate, the sound coming out muffled by the pillow. At the moment he honestly didn’t even care about suffocating.
“Lie down on your side,” Viktor repeated and gently nudged him to turn. Jayce complied, falling on his side with a huff, not opening his eyes.
In a flash of coherence from one braincell that hadn’t been fried by his mind-blowing orgasm he realised that he should get up. He should take a shower. He should help Viktor with the cleanup. But...
A hand caressing his face, then a kiss on his cheek and a whispered, “Pleasant dreams.”
Yeah, a nap sounded incredible right now.
They’ll get even on Saturday.