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Viktor strode through the door, his steps sharp and purposeful. The cool night air greeted him like an old friend, a balm to his flushed skin and racing thoughts. He paused for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm the tempest within.
As soon as Jayce joined him outside, he spun to face his partner, his expression a portrait of barely restrained agitation.
"A Councillor?!" Viktor gasped, turning around sharply, "Jayce, you can’t possibly be considering this… Ridiculous notion!"
"Viktor", Jayce stopped in his tracks, surprised by such a brazen reaction from his partner, "What's... The matter?" he asked, his brows furrowing and eyes glistening with concern. The man reached out a hand towards Viktor’s shoulder, but the latter slapped it away with his cane, staring at Jayce. The torchlight flickered across his angular features, highlighting the man's annoyance.
"Don't play coy, Jayce", he said, his voice rougher than he intended. "I saw how she looked at you... Like you were a piece of meat up for grabs." A bitter, humorless laugh scraped from his throat. "As if you'd abandon our work, our partnership... for a political appointment designed to keep you away from me."
Just a few minutes ago, Mel proposed Jayce’s candidacy as a member of the council. To better guard the Hexgates, she said. Like hell it was - Viktor saw how she looked at his partner. An uncomfortable, tense silence settled between them as Jayce tried to decipher Viktor’s emotions, and then…
"Vik, are you... Jealous?" Jayce murmured, a little surprised by the revelation.
But then again, he wasn't the one to pick up when anyone had a crush on him - hell, it took him nearly two years to figure out that Viktor saw him as more than just a science partner. Turns out, he wasn’t that genius in every aspect of life. Viktor's grip on his cane tightened, amber eyes flashing in the flickering torchlight as he stared at Jayce intently.
"Jealous? Me?" he retorted, a hint of defensive prickle in his tone. "It’s you who’s practically throwing yourself into the lioness's den-" he started, but quickly shut himself up. Last thing he wanted was to show his vulnerability and his own insecurities - about his body, his disability or how he always seemed to remain in someone’s shadow.
Jayce stared at his partner, his brows furrowed in confusion and his warm eyes glimmering with worry. He reached out to gently grip Viktor's shoulder, trying to make him face him fully.
"V, you know I'm yours," he said earnestly, his deep voice filled with conviction. "That I love you."
He brushed a lock of hair from Viktor's forehead, taking in the agitated set of his face. "Her suggestion caught me off guard, but I would never abandon our work, our partnership. How about... How about we go home? Let us not make a scene out here." He attempted a smile, and, judging by how flustered Viktor suddenly looked, turning his head to check if anyone has overheard them, he snapped out of his anger.
As soon as the door to their shared quarters clicked shut behind them, Jayce gently swept Viktor up into his strong arms, mindful of his lover's delicate leg. He cradled him close, one hand supporting his back while the other arm draped beneath his knees.
Leaning in, he buried his face against the slim column of Viktor's throat, breathing in the now achingly familiar scent of his skin. His lips found purchase in the juncture of neck and shoulder, and he began to place open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh.
Viktor shifted in Jayce's arms, nipping sharply at his lover's throat before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"I should punish you for even considering abandoning me," he growled playfully as he brushed tender kisses along his lover's jawline. "Galvanize some restraint straps and tether you to our bed until you can’t do as much as think, let alone of anyone else."
"Oh, fuck", Jayce cursed, tightening his grip on Viktor's bottom and carrying him towards their bed on what seemed like pure muscle memory - he was too busy kissing Viktor’s throat sloppily to look where he was going. Viktor’s blunt nails scraped against Jayce’s scalp, pressing him into his neck as the man groaned, arching into the familiar touch. Jayce groaned, settling Viktor down on the bed - carefully, almost too much so, and towering above him. He clearly intended to take his time, worship his lover and, undoubtably, make sure that Viktor wasn’t’ hurt.
Viktor squirmed beneath Jayce's careful, almost worshipful touches. His lover's gentle kisses and caresses were driving him to the brink of madness with their slowness, their reverence almost making him go mad.
"Damn you, Jayce," he hissed out between clenched teeth, slender fingers fisting in the sheets beneath him. "Must you be so bloody considerate?"
Panting harshly, he rose up on his elbows to glare at his partner, amber eyes flashing. "I want to be ravished, not exalted like some damned saint! Now cease your infernal gentleness and fuck me properly."
Swallowing down the tender reassurances, Jayce simply nodded once, firmly. Then he surged forward, covering Viktor's body with his own larger frame. His larger hands gripped his lover's slender waist, pulling him down against his clothed cock to grind his ass against it as he claimed his mouth in a searing, demanding kiss.
Jayce always did as he was told, after all.
The kiss turned messy, desperate, as Viktor surrendered to the onslaught of sensation and emotion. He hooked one leg around Jayce's hip, using the leverage to pull him impossibly closer. The other hand fisted in his lover's hair, tugging sharply to emphasize his need.
He broke away from the kiss with a sharp gasp, panting harshly. "Yes... Fuck, yes... More," he demanded raggedly, fingers scrabbling at the fastenings of Jayce's pants. "I need you inside me now."
Jayce, ever the obedient dog he was, succumbed, tearing his own clothes off as he revealed his muscular frame to Viktor, hastily getting rid of both their pants and slacks. "I love those sock halters of yours", he murmured hastily, kissing Viktor's foot and trailing those kisses down, down, down.
Viktor shuddered and moaned loudly as firm hands gripped his hips tightly, thumbs digging into the flesh of his rear as they kneaded and squeezed the taut globes. He writhed beneath the sensual assault, the callous skin of rough thumbs stroking along the sensitive, nerve-rich skin between his ass cheeks.
"Jayce!" He cried out sharply, fingers scrabbling at the sweat-slicked skin of his lover's shoulders as he arched his own hips up into that strong grip. His aching cock jutted out from his body, flushed and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.
Panting harshly, heart pounding wildly in his slender chest, he gazed up at his lover with fevered, lust-drunk eyes. "No more teasing," he gasped out, amber irises molten gold in the candlelight. "Fuck me now, damn you!"
Jayce gazed down at his lover's flushed and desperate face, amber eyes softening with concern even as they burned with lust. He reached for the lube on the bedside table, coating his fingers thoroughly before bringing them to rest against Viktor's quivering entrance.
"V," he murmured, voice low and rough with want, "Can I at least stretch you first? I don't want to hurt you."
He circled his slick fingers around the tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure but not yet pushing inside. His other hand stroked soothingly over the small of Viktor's back, rubbing the delicate arch in slow, calming circles.
Viktor huffed impatiently, not exactly happy with the outcome but, knowing that logically, having a teared butt would be worse, just grumbled, "Make it quick."
Jayce frowned slightly at Viktor's impatient grumbling, knowing his lover was riding a razor's edge of desperation. Still, he was determined to take care, to not let passion override caution. He would not risk hurting Viktor, not now, not ever.
Slick fingers circled Viktor's entrance, applying gentle but firm pressure. He felt the tight ring of muscle flutter beneath his touch, resisting at first before slowly yielding. Jayce worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, massaging and stretching the vulnerable flesh with practiced ease.
"There," he murmured softly, voice low and soothing, "Just like that, love. Let me in, let me prepare you properly."
He eased a finger inside, sinking to the first knuckle, and then pausing to allow Viktor to adjust. His other hand continued its ministrations, stroking and caressing the dip of his lover's lower back, the curve of his buttock. He leaned down to press a tender kiss between Viktor's shoulder blades.
Slowly, carefully, he worked a second finger in alongside the first, scissoring and twisting, stretching Viktor open. All the while, he kept his touch gentle but firm, focused solely on his lover's pleasure and comfort. He would not rush this, not with Viktor's wellbeing at stake.
Viktor panted harshly, trying to relax into the intimate invasion of Jayce's fingers. He ground his teeth, fighting the urge to snap at his lover to hurry. Logically, he knew the prep was necessary, that haste would only lead to pain. And yet, the ache inside him was growing, demanding to be filled.
He squirmed impatiently on the sheets, the slick glide of Jayce's fingers inside him both an exquisite torment and a poor substitute for what he truly craved.
"For Christ's sake, Jayce! I'm not made of porcelain!"
Viktor gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to snap at his lover's maddening slowness. He arched his back, rocking his hips down onto the invading fingers, craving more. His body ached to be stretched wide around the thick heat he needed so desperately.
Jayce's breath caught as Viktor's impatient curse reached his ears, the raw desperation in his lover's voice piercing through the haze of concentration. Fuck. He was being too cautious, too slow. His hand tightened around his aching cock, giving it a few firm strokes to ease the gnawing tension.
With a guttural groan, he withdrew his fingers from the slick heat of Viktor's body. Positioning himself between quivering thighs, he gripped their hips tightly, the muscles of his forearms flexing as he held on. The breathless agreement passed his lips. "Fuck... alright, damn it."
Viktor gasped sharply as he felt the thick head of Jayce's cock press insistently against his slick, prepared entrance. He clenched momentarily, body instinctively resisting the impending intrusion, before forcing himself to relax as the tip slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
Pleasure, sharp and intense, exploded through him as inch after hard inch of Jayce's substantial length began to fill him, stretching him open around the invading plug of flesh. Twin sensations of discomfort and bliss warred within him as he was split open on his lover's cock, the delicious burn of the initial penetration giving way to the first sparks of deep, prosecuting pleasure.
He shuddered violently, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath him as he struggled to adjust to the sudden, deep penetration. "Fuck," he choked out, clenching hard around the thick intrusion, "You're so fucking big..."
"Ugh, fuck", Jayce gritted out, feeling Viktor's scorching heat envelop his throbbing cock like a velvet vice.
His large hands gripped Viktor's slim waist possessively, calloused fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held his lover in place. He knew damn well that Viktor secretly loved how his hands were big enough to encircle Viktor’s waist completely, even though he’d never admit it out loud.
Viktor arched sharply, a high keen tearing from his throat as he felt every thick inch of Jayce plunge deep into him. His body yielded to the relentless pressure, nerve endings sparking with sensation as he was stretched wide and filled utterly.
"Ah fuck, Jayce!" he gasped out, back arching like a bow. Fingers scrabbled desperately at the sheets, knuckles white with tension.
"Are you okay? Am I hurting you? Is your leg-" Jayce started, his expression shifting to that puppy-like one as it always did when he worried about Viktor.
Viktor rolled his eyes, irritated by the sudden coddling concern in his lover's eyes. He was past the point of being hurt by Jayce's gentleness, past the point of needing it. He needed to be dominated, claimed, fucked into oblivion.
Viktor gripped Jayce's face in his hands, pulling him down into a rough, biting kiss. "I'm not made of glass, damn it," he growled against his lover's mouth. "Fuck me like you mean it, not like I'm breakable."
His legs wrapped around Jayce's waist, ankles locking at the small of his back. He rolled his hips up to grind his hard cock against his lover's pelvis, hissing at the exquisite sensation.
"I need you to fuck me now," he demanded hoarsely, "Hard and fast, until all I can do is scream your name. Got it?" He groaned in annoyance.
"Okay, yeah", Jayce breathed out, rocking his hips sharply, "Yes, Viktor", he moaned, picking his pace up again.
Viktor cried out as Jayce began to move, hips snapping sharply forward as he sheathed himself fully inside him. Pleasure crashed through him like a tidal wave, back arching off the bed as he was split open on his lover's thick cock.
"Yes, fuck!" he snarled, nails raking down Jayce's back as he matched the ruthless pace. He wrapped his legs tighter, ankles locking behind Jayce's back as he urged him on.
The bed frame creaked and shuddered as Jayce pistoned into him, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. Viktor reveled in the brutal pace, the sheer force of his lover's passion driving him closer to the edge with every thrust.
He could feel the heat building low in his belly, the coil of impending release winding tighter and tighter. His own neglected cock bobbed between their sweat-slicked bodies, weeping and aching for touch.
"V, Fuck, Vik- Shit", Jayce cursed, panting heavily as he slammed into Viktor, his hips snapping sharply with each brutal thrust. He could see how much Viktor was enjoying this, how his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, and by God did he loved the sounds his partner was making.
His hand came down to touch Viktor's dick, laying flat against his taut stomach, stroking it in time with each thrust. "Good?" he breathed out, not sure if he was looking for sheer confirmation or praise. Both, probably.
Viktor's back bowed off the bed as Jayce's calloused hand wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it firmly in time with every powerful thrust. Electric pleasure jolted through him, whipping his mind into a frenzy of sensation.
"Yes, fuck!" he roared, voice ragged and raw. "Don't stop, fucking hell, Jayce!"
He slammed his hips up to meet his lover's forceful strokes, yanking him down harder, deeper. The pressure inside him coiled tighter and tighter, building to an almost unbearable peak.
His cries turned to strangled moans, then to screams as Jayce pistoned into him ruthlessly. Every drag of his lover's thick cock against his prostate sent lightning shooting up his spine, stoking the inferno building in his core.
"More," he gasped out, voice breaking. "Nngh, yes...don't stop, fuck, I'm so close!"
Jayce wouldn’t dare to stop, of course, watching with equal parts pleasure and relief - that he could bring his beloved Viktor such pleasure, as his partner's brows knit together and his mouth fell into that pretty 'O' shape it always did.
He kissed him all over his jawline and neck, murmuring sweet filthy nothings as he felt Viktor clench around him. Viktor's body seized as the pleasure became too much, back arched sharply, a silent scream tearing from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him in waves. His cock jerked and pulsed in Jayce's stroking hand as it painted his lover's palm and stomach with his release.
Throbbing heat flooded his veins, every nerve ending screaming with overwhelming ecstasy. He shuddered and quaked through the aftershocks, clinging to Jayce desperately as the last tremors of bliss faded away.
Panting harshly, he slumped back onto the sweat-damp sheets, sated and boneless. Golden, slightly dazed eyes fluttered open to gaze up at Jayce through a disheveled curtain of dark lashes. A slow, secret smile curved his kiss-bruised lips.
Viktor came first, of course. And Jayce wouldn't have it any other way.
Allowing his partner to go through the orgasm, he stilled his hips, ignoring his own impending orgasm.
"V- Can I? Please?" he whimpered, kissing along Viktor's jawline and looking at him with those pleading puppy eyes, "Oh god, oh please, I wanna- Vik-" Jayce moaned brokenly, fucking his surely overstimulated partner like a dog in a rut, "V, please, ah-" he begged, "Please, please-"
Viktor knew exactly what Jayce needed to hear, could see it in the desperate, pleading look in his lover's eyes. He leaned in close, gripping Jayce’s hair tightly, and whispered in a low, commanding tone, "Come on, Jayce. Come for me like a good boy you are."
"Oh, fuck- Yes!"
Jayce clung to his lover desperately as his own peak hit him with the force of a thunderbolt. With a hoarse shout of Viktor's name, he spilled himself deep inside that molten heat, his cock jerking and pulsing as it pumped out thick ropes of seed.
He continued to rock into Viktor through the aftershocks, drawn out and intense, before finally stilling with a shudder. Panting harshly, he collapsed forward to rest heavily next to his lover, careful not to crush him.
Hazy amber eyes fluttered open to gaze down at the blissed-out man beneath him. A slow, sated smile curved his kiss-swollen lips. "I love you," Jayce murmured, voice rough and low.
"I love you too," he murmured back, voice low and full of feeling, "More than anything."