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Jayce discovers Viktor’s kink by accident one night.
They’d been snuggling on the couch watching pointless video essays, only paying attention while Jayce scrolled on his phone. Like every night, Viktor had fallen asleep next to him, leaning against his shoulder and snoring softly. His cheek is smushed up against Jayce’s t-shirt, and it’s so unbearably cute that Jayce hasn’t bothered to wake him up to go to bed yet.
Jayce’s chest goes warm and fuzzy—the way it always does when he’s thinking about Viktor. They’d been dating for just a few short months now, after a very awkward confession one night in their shared lab at work. They had known each other for years at that point–they worked together so in sync that coworkers had started addressing both of them in separate emails. When they got together, no one even batted an eye. It was embarrassing, honestly.
Then they went on a couple of “dates” before Jayce declared he wanted to see Viktor seriously. And Viktor, after much convincing, finally agreed. It was so easy after that.
Jayce knows he’s in love with Viktor. It comes as easy to him as breathing. He spends every day thinking about him–his sharp cheeks and sharper wit, the way he lights up when he makes progress on their robotic arm design. How he absentmindedly twirls his hair when he’s thinking, leaving looking windswept and wild. How he stops to pick up trash on the ground when no one’s looking. Jayce swallows all these feelings back because he doesn’t want to scare Viktor off. It’s too soon to be in love, and Viktor wants to take it “slow”, so Jayce doesn’t dare disrupt what they have.
So he watches videos with him, cooks him dinner, and has mind numbingly hot, sweet sex with him. Nothing too intense, mostly missionary, mostly Jayce topping because it’s easier. Don’t rock the bed. Keep everything the way it is.
Until now at least.
Jayce’s mind is preoccupied with the relentless buzzing that’s coming from Viktor’s phone.
He frowns. It’s nearly midnight. Who the hell is blowing up Viktor’s phone at this hour? He tries to ignore it, not wanting to be the type of partner that goes through the other’s phone, but after 20 minutes, Jayce gives up, huffs, and grabs the damn thing.
He types in the passcode and sees notifications from Reddit flooding his phone. His heart skips a beat–it’s easily in the dozens.
He knows Viktor likes to lurk on Reddit based on the numerous memes Viktor shows him from it, but he’s never mentioned posting there before. From what Jayce understood about Reddit, it tended to be a little…antisocial. People didn’t post like Instagram or Tiktok. He had gotten the vibe that losers mostly posted on there, at least from what Viktor told him. So why were his notifications going crazy?
Jayce swallows thickly as the phone continues to vibrate. He glances over at Viktor, who hasn’t stirred in the slightest.
Jayce would’ve liked to say that there was some hesitation towards going through Viktor’s phone, a moral dilemma. He didn’t dare jeopardize their newly bloomed relationship. But he’d be lying. Instead he taps on the notifications, and immediately finds himself deep into a post.
r/EdgingTalk
NSFW
Gooning to my Partner.
This is my first time with a long term partner, and it has only made gooning better. I touch myself to him all the time. He is quite stunning–a wall of muscle and equally proportional. We are primarily vanilla in the bedroom and he does not know about this particular habit. I spent the last evening stroking myself thinking about emptying myself into him. He would look so pretty stretched around my cock. I can think about him for hours. I have not watched porn for months now. All I can think about is feeling him around me, begging for more. After hours of stroking myself, the high is fantastic. I save myself for him only now. I fear I will find myself completely addicted to him. He doesn’t know, and it somehow makes it even hotter.
Jayce can’t breathe. Cannot think clearly. He reads it again, trying to parse what it even means. Gooning? What the hell is that? Why is Viktor doing it? And why is Jayce suddenly so hard that he feels lightheaded?
Before he can go into the comments, which are nearly at 100 at this point, Viktor shifts next to him.
Jayce quickly exits the app and locks the phone, placing it back where he found it. He steels his face into the most neutral expression he can muster as Viktor stirs.
A golden eye blinks open at him. Viktor frowns, nuzzling deeper into Jayce. “Time is it?”
“Late,” Jayce answers, hoping to god that Viktor can’t hear his racing heartbeat. “Bed?”
Viktor nods slowly, and Jayce carefully untangles himself from Viktor. He hands him his cane and steps back, knowing offering any other help is unwanted unless asked for. Viktor stands, grabbing his phone and slipping it into the front pocket. He’s wearing Jayce’s sweatshirt, and the size swallows him up. A pang of possessiveness flies through him, but it doesn’t quiet the roaring anxiety in his stomach.
They get into bed, but the pit in Jayce’s stomach doesn’t settle. Viktor is posting about him, online, to a porn community. He should probably be upset about it. There’s so much wrong with that on so many levels. He should feel gross and defiled.
Instead, he wants Viktor to take him exactly the way he described.
His cock hasn’t gotten the memo it’s time for bed yet, and Viktor is already fast asleep again. He bites his lip. They had already fucked earlier. He doesn’t want to wake Viktor up over this.
Jayce pulls out his dick, thick and heavy, breath hitching when he finally frees it. He freezes.
Viktor’s breath is steady.
Satisfied, Jayce gives himself a stroke. He imagines Viktor doing the same, thinking of him, of filling him up. I fear I will find myself completely addicted to him.
Jayce hisses at the thought. He comes ridiculously fast, so fast that he nearly makes a mess. He diverts most of it to his stomach at the last second, biting his lip so hard he draws blood so he doesn’t make a sound.
He gets up and washes himself in the restroom. Guilt and shame floods through him. He should be more upset about Viktor’s post, but instead he only feels himself wanting more.
He goes to bed and tosses and turns for most of the night.
…
The next day Jayce finds himself on Reddit.
He’s at work, which in hindsight is really fucking stupid, but he can’t stop thinking about that damn post.
It’s a good day to snoop. Viktor has been working closely with his intern, a hotheaded student who calls herself Jinx. Twice, they had to use the chemical showers after several lithium ion batteries exploded on her watch. Viktor assured Jayce it wouldn’t happen again, and he was clearly enjoying working with her. Plus Jayce’s intern Ekko also accidentally threw away a thousand dollar probe last week, so he lets it slide.
Viktor is preoccupied, to say the least. He waves Jayce’s suggestion of lunch away, opting to supervise another battery test. So Jayce spends his lunch break in the bathroom, triple checking that the door is locked before starting a VPN on his phone. Then he creates a Reddit account and dives in.
It takes a few minutes to remember what community Viktor posted in, but he finds the post again and rereads it. At this point he’s responded to a few comments.
This is actually really sweet. You still gonna keep gooning?
Yes, for now. I find that it makes sex extra pleasurable.
This is so hottt. Omg are you going to ever tell him?
Maybe some day. I’m still struggling to come up with the words.
Jayce’s heart aches. He clicks on Viktor’s profile.
Viktor has made a dozen or so posts in this community as far back as two years. Jayce reads the earlier ones. They’re mostly descriptions of what Viktor does–hours of edging, touching himself on days off. Sometimes he’s adventurous and does it in the bathroom at work.
Jayce’s dick throbs and he stifles a moan. Did he jack off here? In this very bathroom? The thought is dizzying. He reads one of the older posts.
I went 6 hours today, just sitting in front of the computer. I can’t stop once I start. I’m considering a nicer chair so I can go longer. My back pain unfortunately stopped me, but I know I could’ve gone for a few more hours. I made such a mess. It’s a shame. I will have to deep clean my rug.
Jayce is suddenly so hard that it hurts. He palms himself through his slacks, groaning. He imagines Viktor in his office, good leg on the floor, bad leg propped up on his desk. His dick purple and leaking, a wet spot forming on the rung underneath him.
Jayce’s dick is out now. He swirls his own precum along his tip, gently stroking it over himself, and wastes no time jacking off. Viktor would be flushed from heat to toe. Viktor’s pupils would be blown, unfocused, mouth open and drooling. He’d stroke himself lazily, a throaty moan escaping his lips with every movement. At the edge with every tug, pausing just before he reaches the precipice.
Jayce feels his gut draw taught, and he comes in his hand, heat light and fluttery, riding the wave of pleasure until it hurts to touch himself. He shakily cleans himself with the thin toilet paper and washes his hands.
He gets a glance of himself in the mirror–face flushed, mouth open and panting, hair a little out of place. He splashes his face and smoothes himself out. And the realization of what he’d done crashes into him like a freight train.
He just jacked off at work. To his post of his “gooning” partner.
“Fuck,” he curses. This has gone too far. At this rate he’ll drive himself to insanity. Not to mention the horrific guilt of going behind his partner’s back and cyber stalking him. He knows he needs to bring this up, before it gets out of hand. He should also get Viktor a new chair.
Tomorrow, he decides. He’ll talk to Viktor about it tomorrow.
…
It actually takes Jayce four more days to come up with the courage to talk to Viktor.
It’s not his fault entirely–last week’s sprint ended yesterday, and the two had been up to their ears in debugging. Then, Jinx accidentally merged all their code at once, which bricked the entire mechanical arm for six hours. It has been a grueling, tedious process, but they finally got the arm to successfully pick up a pencil. At .25 speed, but whatever.
Exhausted, the two had opted to return to their own places, which made Jayce’s heart ache (he wants to move in with Viktor so badly, but that’s a whole other conversation). So there had been little time to even consider how he was going to bring up the whole Reddit thing to Viktor.
There had been time to jack off to it though. Several times.
The shame and embarrassment that consumes him after makes him nauseous. What’s wrong with him? He’s been horny before, but this is different. It’s all-consuming, like he opened the floodgates of his fantasies and can’t stop. Twice, he accidently opens Reddit at work, and his face turns red so fast he wonders if he’ll ever be able to go on Reddit normally again. His nails are bitten so short that he’s resolved to picking at his skin, which he hasn’t done since high school.
So Jayce brings it up casually the next night while they’re cuddling on Jayce’s large sofa. Jayce’s head is carefully tucked into Viktor’s lap, while Viktor’s legs spread out over the chaise, his bad leg propped up after a day of strenuous standing.
“Can I ask you a stupid question?”
Viktor looks down from his book, raising an eyebrow at him through his glasses. “I’ve never stopped you before.”
“Ha ha.” Jayce rolls his eyes. His heart skips a beat. “What’s gooning?”
Viktor stiffens around him. He looks up and meets Viktor’s eyes. He watches as Viktor studies him. Then, slowly, his eyes widen. His mouth parts just a fraction and his eyebrows go up. It’s the exact same look he gets when he solves an equation.
Jayce knows he is caught.
Viktor puts his book down. “Why?”
Jayce looks away. “Saw it online,” he lies. “I can just google it–”
“No. No no.” Viktor straightens up, and Jayce moves himself so he can face Viktor. “You really want to know?”
Jayce nods slowly.
Viktor blinks. “It’s a fetish. It's the act of edging yourself to pornography for hours to reach a trance-like state.” Viktor says this without a waver in his voice, like it's the most natural thing in the world. “You found my reddit, didn’t you?”
Jayce feels his face flush. He can’t lie anymore. “I wasn’t snooping, I swear!” he says immediately. “Your phone was buzzing, and I tried to silence it, and–” and now he’s suddenly worried that Viktor will never trust him again.
But, much to his relief, Viktor only sighs. “Hush, Jayce. I'm not upset.” Viktor rubs a hand on his arm, and it quiets Jayce's mind immediately. He has to blink back a couple tears–he loves Viktor so much.
“Sorry. Just. Thanks.” Jayce waits for another beat. “So you do this? Gooning?”
Viktor purses his lips and nods. “Does that bother you?”
Does it bother him? Considering he’s gotten off it six times, he would say it hasn’t. Jayce’s face flushes. “No! I uh, don’t think so.” He swallows the saliva forming in his mouth. “What do you…watch…when you…do it?” He winces at his nervous tone.
Viktor pauses for a moment. “Mostly gay stuff. BDSM. Restraints and orgasm denial.” He says it without skipping a beat.
“Viktor, jesus,” Jayce groans.
“But lately…” Viktor's face suddenly reddens. It’s a beautiful blush, and Jayce wants to see him like that more. “I've found other ways to get myself off.”
Jayce sits up. Viktor won't meet his eyes. “What other ways?”
Viktor takes a breath. “You're not going to bolt on me, are you?”
“Have I ever made fun of your kinks before?”
“Quite the contrary, you are rather indulgent in them,” Viktor sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright. I have a…stash of your underwear.”
Jayce's head spins. “What?”
“I keep them and I…sniff them while I look at pictures of you.”
Jayce blinks. “Dirty underwear.”
“Yes, dirty underwear.” Viktor curses in his native language. His eyes are shut, hand still on his nose like he’s trying to hide behind it.
Jayce’s mouth opens and closes, opens again. He imagines Viktor, laying flat on the bed, one hand around the base of his cock while the other huffs at his boxer briefs. The tip of his cock flushed and red as Viktor groans into the musty fabric.
Jayce’s cock throbs in his sweats.
Viktor finally opens one eye and sighs. “I’ve said too much…”
“No!” Jayce winces at the already ruined state of his voice. “I mean. No. That’s so hot, V. Holy shit.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You touching yourself thinking of me?” Jayce bites his lips. “I have a confession. I’ve been…jerking off to your posts.”
Viktor’s jaw drops.
It’s deathly quiet for about thirty seconds. Jayce squirms. “I’m sorry!” He blurts. “I know I should have mentioned it sooner, but we’ve been so busy, and I didn’t want to freak you out.”
Viktor scoffs and shakes his head. “You didn’t…want me to freak out.”
“Yeah.” Jayce responds immediately.
Viktor looks up at him, then travels back down, racking his eyes over him. Jayce suddenly feels very exposed.
Then Viktor reaches under his waistband and pulls out his dick.
Jayce’s mouth opens. Viktor’s cock is hard and heavy. A small drop of precome drips from the top.
“Does this look like I’m freaking out, Jayce?” Viktor asks softly, stroking himself.
Jayce is dizzy with want. The air in the room is suddenly heavy.
Viktor moves, pulling himself onto Jayce’s lap, straddling him. He puts a hand down Jayce’s sweats and pulls out Jayce’s cock, nearly as hard as Viktor by now. The slight touch summons a filthy moan from Jayce’s mouth, the pleasure spiking through him.
Viktor makes a low noise. “I had no idea…” He presses their cocks together, and another jolt of heat goes through him at the sight. Viktor’s dick has always been thicker and longer than Jayce’s, and seeing them together makes his brain short circuit. A sudden urge to take Viktor’s cock down his throat hits him so quickly that his dick throbs. Viktor gasps in response. He takes them both in his hand and begins to stroke.
Jayce keens. “You…think about me?” he probes, begging Viktor to keep talking.
“I can’t stop,” Viktor hisses, nuzzling into Jayce’s neck, tilting his head back to get more purchase. “You are built like a Greco-Roman statue. So beautiful. I’d touch myself constantly if I could. All I would think about is how you’d feel taking me.”
The words envelop him, warm and hot, and Jayce’s hands reach for something, anything to grasp. He finds Viktor’s waist and squeezes. “Viktor…”
“Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck you?”
Jayce flushes and nods. He’s close already, his noises growing high and whiny. “Please Viktor.”
Viktor moves his hand away, and Jayce actually cries out from the loss. Viktor tucks his dick back into his pants, and his the same.
He moves off Jayce and nestles back into the couch. “If that is the case, then I have a proposition for you.”
Jayce’s mind feels like goo right now. His dick throbs painfully, utterly denied, and yet he doesn’t dare touch it, too curious for his own good. He swallows down a thick layer of saliva and tries not to look like he wants to be fucked out of his mind right now. “...What?”
“I would like for you to watch.”
“Watch?” It’s taking a while longer than it should for his brain to restart.
Viktor chuckles. “For a little while, yes. I imagine you won’t last through the entire ordeal. The process usually takes hours for me.”
Jayce’s cock throbs in his pajama pants and he groans, horrifically curious now. “Hours?”
“Yes.”
Viktor nods. “Tomorrow.” He relaxes back into the couch.
Jayce wants to sob. He’s so hard, so ready for release. “Tomorrow?”
“You can do that, right? Can you wait for me?” Viktor looks at him with big pupils that swallow him whole. “Unless you’d prefer to get off now. I’m afraid that I will not fuck you tomorrow, then.”
Jayce wants to die. Viktor’s got a small smirk on his face, daring Jayce to challenge him, and it’s so hot that Jayce feels like he could spontaneously combust. They’ve never done anything like this before. He hears himself say yes more than he registers it, nods and promises to wait.
Viktor smiles sweetly at him. “I will make sure you don’t regret it.” And then he turns back to his book.
It takes Jayce nearly an hour to calm down next to him, and when he finally does, he wonders just what the hell he got himself into.
…
Viktor calls in sick the next day.
Normally, Jayce would be annoyed–he couldn’t get Viktor to stay home for a light cold–but the feelings fly away when he remembers the reason why.
Jayce nerves alight with excitement. A low rumble of arousal threatens its way up, but he quickly stiffles it, eager to get through the day to see what Viktor has in store for him. He sits in their shared lab, wiggling his pencil around as he struggles to focus. What’s Viktor doing right now? Is he still asleep? Has he started already, sat up in the bed, lazily stroking himself as he stretches his legs?
He gets his answer before he knows it. His phone chirps and Jayce nearly falls out of his chair getting it out of his pocket.
V: Starting now. Thank you for the gift.
Jayce’s face blushes like a schoolgirl. The gift Viktor was referring to was the underwear he wore the night before, carefully folded and placed next to Viktor on the bed like a present.
Jayce swallows an obscene amount of saliva before replying.
J: Of course. Anything else you need from me?
The three dots pop up on the text line immediately.
V: Some more material would be helpful. Can you send me a photo of your wonderful face?
Jayce huffs a noise of surprise. His assistant from across the room looks up.
J: That’s it? Just a selfie?
V: Yes. For now.
Jayce does what he’s told. It's a pitiful angle, looking at him up from his hands so he can hide the picture. He smiles softly. Then he hits send.
V: That’s a good boy, and such a nice angle. I can pretend I’m there now between your legs.
“Fuck,” Jayce mutters, involuntarily squeezing his thighs together.
“All good over there?” his lab assistant Ekko, speaks up.
Jayce sputters. He quickly locks his phone. “Yes. All good.”
Ekko gives him a funny look before turning back to his computer. Jayce sighs, running a hand through his hair. This is going to be quite a long day.
…
The next eight hours of work are like torture.
Occasionally Jayce will receive a text from Viktor, asking various questions of him.
V: What are you working on right now?
V: What are you eating for lunch?
V: Do you have any meetings today?
They’re simple, innocent questions, and Jayce for the life of him can’t figure out how Viktor is getting off to them, but he answers plainly and honestly.
J: I’m trying to merge the final branch of the code for the hexclaw’s idle position, but Ekko’s last merge bricked it. Not his fault, but it SUCKS
J: Uh, haven’t thought of it? I’ll go raid the conference room. Think there was a board meeting today
J: I have a touch base with Mel this afternoon
He receives no replies from Viktor.
He’s about two hours away from clocking out when he receives his next request from Viktor.
V: Can you send me another photo?
Jayce quirks an eyebrow.
J: Sure, of what?
V: Just of you. Preferably from that full length mirror in the bathroom.
Jayce quickly heads to the restroom. He looks a little disheveled, the heat from working hard all day and the strange energy Viktor has carved around him making him sweat more than usual. He smooths down his hair and collar before snapping a pic. He sends it.
A minute later, Viktor responds.
V: You are beautiful
Jayce’s heart skips a beat, the praise making pooling warm in his stomach.
V: One more for me, please? Lift you arm up
Jayce makes a face.
J: Why? I’m all gross and sweaty.
V: Exactly
Jayce’s dick throbs hard.
Jayce takes a deep breath, willing his wave of arousal to subside. He lifts his arm, wincing slightly at the small stain there. He snaps the photo and sends it.
V: God, Jayce. Thank you.
Jayce chuckles softly, wondering what exactly was Viktor awakening in him.
J: Any time.
…
At 5:00 on the dot, Jayce shuts his laptop. “I’ve gotta go.”
Ekko raises an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think I've ever seen you leave on time.”
Jayce laughs shyly. “Well, don’t get used to it.” He packs his things and leaves without another word.
Twenty minutes of semi-reckless driving later, Jayce is back at Viktor’s apartment.
Jayce nearly breaks down the door getting in. He swallows. The living area is dark and quiet, and he flips on a switch. He peels off his shoes and drops his bag on the floor.
Viktor's bedroom door is open. Jayce steps in.
Immediately Jayce recoils, head dizzy, because the room smells like Viktor–hot and heedy, filled with the smell of sex and sweat, and something sweeter, a scent that is entirely Viktor.
And then Jayce's eyes land on the bed and his mind goes blank.
Viktor sits up in the middle of it, completely naked save for his leg brace. His good leg bends up to support him. And in his hand, red and glistening, is on Viktor's thick, heavy cock.
Jayce's mouth drops open, already heavy with saliva, a pavlovian response just from seeing his partner’s cock. Viktor's eyes drag up to meet his, dark and unfocused. His own mouth hangs open, a little line of drool dripping down the corner. Viktor doesn't bother to wipe it away. He only gives himself a squeeze and moans slightly.
All of Jayce's blood rushes south, and he shifts as his pants suddenly feel very comfortable. “Fuck, Viktor…”
Viktor hisses. His hand stills. “My Jayce. I've been waiting for you.” His voice sounds absolutely wrecked, low and thick with his accent. Jayce nearly whimpers.
“How long have you been at it?” Jayce asks, taking a step forward.
Viktor swallows visibly. “Just under…six hours.” At the last word he gives himself a particularly rough stroke, and his cockhead weeps with precum. Viktor moans, loud and lost.
Jayce nearly falls over. His mind swirls with visions of Viktor stroking himself lazily all day, just stopping to eat and stretch, unable to keep his hand off his cock. “Oh my god. That’s insane.”
Viktor chuckles. “I'm not done yet.”
How Viktor could possibly want to wait any longer is a feat of self restraint that Jayce can't even fathom. After staring at Viktor for just five minutes he can feel a wet spot forming in his underwear. He steps forward, suddenly eager. “What do you need?”
Viktor gives him a look like he's about to eat him whole, and Jayce shivers. “Go clean yourself and strip.”
Nearly giddy, Jayce steps into the bathroom. He cleans himself dutifully, the way Viktor had told him the night before, wincing at the discomfort for only a moment. Once he’s satisfied, he grabs a bottle of lube and returns.
Jayce strips, jumping out of his pants so fast he trips onto the bed.
Viktor cracks a smile. “You can start with touching yourself.”
Nodding, Jayce throws off his shirt, suddenly way too hot. He quickly kicks off his pants, hissing as his cock hits the cool air. He gives himself a stroke. “You’re such a mess, V,” he moans, pressing his thumb against his glans in a way that shoots a spark of want through him. He continues the slow pace. “I can’t believe you can do this all day. It’s so…”
Viktor suddenly stops his movement, squeezing the base of his dick tightly. He curses in another language. His eyes flutter, and his hips jerk up.
Jayce watches, transfixed. He wonders how many times Viktor got close, dragging himself back down before tipping over the edge, whimpering and cock glistening. “Say it, Jayce,” Viktor begs.
Jayce swallows. “It’s a little mean,” he admits.
“I like mean,” Viktor growls, and Jayce suddenly realizes that maybe Viktors wants to be insulted. The idea might as well go straight to his dick.
“It’s so slutty. You’re a fucking degenerate.”
Viktor groans. Again, he pauses his movement, like he was close to the edge.
Jayce dives in further. “Do you like it when I do that? Call you sick for jerking off all day?”
Viktor nods slowly, like he can’t string together any words.
Jayce’s mind is so far gone now he’d do anything. All the fight drains out of him. He whimpers, stroking himself again. “Can I finger myself?” The question comes out small and whiny and Jayce flushes further.
Viktor stares at him in a way that makes his thighs quake. “Jayce. Please.”
Jayce nods. It takes him a moment to decide how to do it, to give Viktor the best view. He opts for his hands and knees, ass up in the air. He coats his fingers generously before reaching behind him and pushing it.
The stretch is uncomfortable, and he grits his teeth, carefully opening himself up, prostrating himself while Viktor breathes heavily behind him. He manages a third finger in record time, so tired of waiting. It burns slightly, and he winces.
A few more minutes and he’s leaking steadily on the sheets. “V-viktor…” He presses his fingers in, but it’s not deep enough, not quite satisfying. “Can…I please…”
“Jayce,” Viktor moans, accent heavy, voice wrecked, and that alone sends a new wave of want through Jayce. “Come sit on my cock. I can’t take it anymore.”
Jayce doesn’t bother waiting another second. He pulls out with a wet noise and moves to straddle Viktor. His dick is nearly purple now, and Jayce wants it so bad. He lines it up and sinks down slowly.
Gasping, Jayce quakes. Viktor is huge, thicker than his fingers, and he can’t breathe, can’t think, as he slowly takes him inch by inch.
“Fuck,” Viktor curses underneath him, and Jayce feels hands running along his stomach, his thighs. “Slow. I’m–”
Jayce freezes, and he gasps for air. His skin prickles with heat, and he feels lightheaded as he’s speared apart. It’s never felt so good before, and his legs give just a little, finally sinking down fully.
He presses himself flush against Viktor, so full, so drunk on it. His hips shift and Viktor brushes against his prostate.
Jayce’s moan punches out of him, and he can’t help but clench around him.
“Jayce!” Viktor hisses, his hand squeezing Jayce’s thigh.
“Sorry! Feels so good…” the words slur out of him. “It’s so big.”
They sit like that for a moment, Jayce relishing in feeling full, like he was made to hold Viktor's dick, made to take him. His own cock ruts against Viktor's chest, and he whines again. “Please.”
Viktor nods, purring into his ear. “You can move.”
Jayce plants his knees down before rolling his hips. The angle makes him see stars–every press rocks Viktor against him perfectly, every holy sending waves of pressure through his body. He rides Viktor like he's wringing him out, desperate, clinging, arms bracketing either side of him while Viktor's hands wander all over him, his chest, his waist, his thighs.
After a beat, Jayce whines, not quite satisfied, still needing more. Viktor grips his thigh sharply again. “On your knees. You’re doing so well.”
Jayce practically keens. He does what he's told, missing the feeling of being full almost instantly as Viktor slips out. He shifts to his hands and knees.
Viktor moves off the bed, standing, before guiding Jayce to the edge. He lightly smacks Jayce's ass. “You're so beautiful,” he groans. “So pretty for me.” He traces a thumb around Jayce's hole, and Jayce is utterly ruined at the touch, hips quaking. “Viktor, please, please, please put it in.”
Then Viktor's cock brushes against his entrance and slides all the way in.
Jayce's vision blanches as Viktor fucks into to him, hard and deep, splitting open. He collapses into his arms immediately, the angle so overwhelmingly deep he can't even move. He can't do anything but take it, with long, punched out moans escaping his mouth with every thrust.
Viktor's rhythm falters for a moment. “I'm close–”
“Inside, please,” Jayce begs, and then Viktor is coming, filling him up, and he can't take it any more. He reaches and wraps a hand around his own cock. He's so overwhelmed that it only takes a few tugs before his vision stutters.
He comes harder than he ever had, ruining the sheets, head warm and fuzzy as Viktor's aborted thrusts fuck every last sense out of him. Waves of bliss flow through him, and he lets his body go slack, suddenly numb and hazy.
He doesn't realize he's nearly passed out until Viktor pulls out of him, collapsing next to him with a heavy sigh.
They lay there together as Jayce slowly returns to earth. “Holy fuck,” he says eloquently.
Viktor chuckles. “Did you like it?”
Jayce turns around, wincing at the sticky mess. “Mm. Yeah. Yeah. That was…wow.” His mouth refuses to catch up with him. “You felt. Bigger. Maybe I was just imagining it but...”
Viktor meets his eyes, a beautiful golden sparkle that Jayce can't quite place. “Interesting.” He wipes his brow. “I wanted to last longer, but you made it quite difficult.”
Jayce smiles softly. He winces at the bed. “Let's clean up.”
Jayce helps Viktor up, hands him his cane and starts the shower. Viktor sits on the bench while Jayce kisses him softly, unable to let go of him for even a moment. Viktor laughs quietly, pointing out all the marks he left on Jayce that leaves him feeling oddly satisfied.
Jayce strips the bed and changes the sheets while Viktor towels off, and they collapse back into the fresh bed with a boneless exhaustion that Jayce only feels after an excess workout.
Viktor nuzzles into his neck, wrapping an arm around him. “Thank you, Jayce,” he murmurs.
Jayce hums. “For what?”
“For. Indulging me.” Viktor's voice is so quiet that Jayce doesn't breathe just to make sure he hears it. “I admit I was afraid that I would scare you off.”
Jayce turns to him. Viktor's eyes are wide and soft, vulnerable. Jayce quickly reaches for his hand. He brings it up to his face and kisses each finger.
“Never, V,” he answers honestly. “I'm obsessed with you. I don't care what you're into. I love you.”
It leaves his mouth before he even registers it, and he back pedals. Viktor’s face flushes pink. “Sorry, you don’t have to say it back. I know it’s too soon—”
“I love you too,” Viktor interrupts. He blinks at him, like he’s startled with his own words. “I love you, Jayce.”
Jayce’s heart soars. He pulls Viktor close and presses their lips together.
The kiss is soft, lingering, and Jayce feels it deep in his bones. When Viktor pulls away, he feels like he’s staring at the moon itself plucked from the sky.
“What?” Viktor asks softly. His hair cascades on the pillow, circling him like a crown.
“Just. You.” Jayce smiles. “I mean it. I’ll do anything for you.”
Viktor blushes again, and Jayce laughs.
“Even if I want to, say, taste your sweat after a run?” Viktor says it teasingly, but Jayce bites back a small noise.
Viktor raises an eyebrow. “Jayce, are you serious–”
“Dead serious,” Jayce grumbles, dick stirring, face growing hot. “Please stop talking.”
Viktor laughs so hard he snorts, and it’s the best noise Jayce has ever heard.