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They’ve been home from their honeymoon for a month when Viktor finally gets the nerve to just come out and ask Jayce for what he wants. Jayce is honestly just surprised he held out for as long as he did.
The two of them are lying in bed on the wrong side of Saturday night, Jayce tracing lazy circles into the soft skin of Viktor’s waist, when Viktor turns to him. “I want—” he starts, then stops. Chews on his lip. “Iwanttotopyou,” he says in a rush, like he’s scared if he gives the words room to breathe, they’ll grow teeth and bite him.
Even though Jayce knew this was coming, it still feels like a punch to the gut to hear the words in Viktor’s sweet, rasping voice. Because he wants Viktor to fuck him so bad it makes his teeth hurt, doesn’t it?
“Right now?” Jayce jokes, recovering.
Viktor tsks and smacks his arm lightly. Then, he gets contemplative, his features stilling in thought. “Well…” his husband hedges. “If you are, eh, amenable to that…” God, Jayce loves how thick his accent gets when he’s nervous.
“Baby,” Jayce breathes. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
“You what?” Viktor asks, affronted.
Jayce can’t help but chuckle softly. “Dads know everything. Husbands, too.”
Viktor rolls his eyes in response, then quirks a brow, wordlessly prompting Jayce to continue.
“Sweetheart,” Jayce says, stern and serious. “I want you to fuck me so bad it’s been killing me waiting for you to ask. Hell yes, I am ‘amenable.’”
Viktor’s eyes go wide. “Oh,” he mutters under his breath. “Oh.”
“Yeah, kid,” Jayce laughs. “‘Oh.’”
“Well,” Viktor says, disentangling himself from Jayce’s grasp. “Get to it, old man.”
Jayce laughs but does as he’s told, clambering out of bed and to the bathroom with a wince and a groan. He’s not as young as he once was.
He cleans and prepares himself quickly, the act of prepping to bottom muscle memory at this point, something you never forget, like how to ride a bike. He forgoes putting his boxers back on and then returns to the bedroom, heart catching in his throat when he sees Viktor lying in the center of their bed and wearing a strap, the thick, black bands hugging his ass and hips. And the dildo attached, god—long and thick, much like Jayce’s own cock. He should have known Viktor wasn’t going to go easy on him.
He grabs the biggest, fullest bottle of lube they have from the drawer in the nightstand before climbing back onto the bed and lying next to Viktor, a pillow under his hips. “Want Daddy to talk you through it, baby?”
“God,” Viktor breathes, “you’re so fucking hot. I hate you.”
Jayce laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that comes from the center of his chest. “Then fuck me about it, kid,” he teases.
“Oh, I will, Daddy,” Viktor promises in return before placing a cold hand on Jayce’s ass, running his fingers through the hair there. Jayce mourns the loss when he removes his hand to reach for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and then rubbing them together in a vain attempt to warm it up.
He wastes no time circling Jayce’s tight, puckered hole with a slender fingertip, and Jayce hisses. “You can put it in,” he says, “just go slow.”
Viktor breeches Jayce, then, sliding his finger all the way in to the second knuckle, and he lets out a low, guttural moan at the feeling. “Just like that, kid,” Jayce encourages. “Fuck.”
“Does that feel good, Daddy?” Viktor asks, and Jayce just knows he’s batting his eyelashes, the little minx.
“Yeah, baby,” Jayce says gruffly. “It does.” He rests his head on Viktor’s chest, panting, and brings his own hand down to where Viktor is fingering him open slowly. He adds his own finger next to Viktor’s and gasps, already feeling full.
He moans when he curls Viktor’s finger against his prostate, biting down on Viktor’s worn sleep shirt as he groans. “Feel that? Yeah—right there, Vik—”
Viktor lets out a moan of his own as he lets Jayce guide his finger back and then forward again, brushing against Jayce’s prostate once more. Once he’s confident that Viktor knows exactly what he needs, he removes his own finger, and Viktor instantly replaces it with a second of his own.
“Fuck,” Jayce pants, “been so long since someone touched me there, Vik. You feel so good, so intense.”
And it isn’t his intention, but he can feel Viktor’s demeanor change. His touch becomes harder, more possessive and controlling. He should have known Viktor had this in him. God, he should have asked for it sooner.
“No one else ever gets to,” Viktor mutters, petulant. Angry, maybe, that he’s not the first. It makes Jayce groan, rocking his hips back into the sharp thrust of Viktor’s fingers.
“No one else, baby,” Jayce agrees. “Just you, only you.”
“Damn straight, Daddy,” Viktor says, punctuating his words with a hard thrust against Jayce’s prostate that makes Jayce choke on his own breath.
“Goddamn, V,” Jayce laughs breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me so bad. Can’t wait—”
“You will wait,” Viktor answers imperiously. “At least let me get a third finger in you, you impatient old man.”
Viktor pulls his fingers away to squeeze more lube onto them, and the loss is unbearable. Jayce squirms, feeling needy and wrung out and young.
Viktor, damn him, only laughs at him. “Fuck, Daddy,” he chuckles. “You want me that badly?”
Jayce can only be seeringly, painfully honest. “Of course, I do. Always.”
Viktor flushes the most delicious shade of pink as he carefully presses three fingers into Jayce’s ass. Jayce moans, clenching around Viktor’s fingers just to hear his boy gasp. “They slid in so easily…” he murmurs, reverent and thoughtful.
“See?” Jayce teases. “Told ya I was good at this.”
Viktor removes his fingers immediately. “Oh, now you’ve done it.” He slides away from Jayce and positions himself between Jayce’s open legs, and Jayce is powerless to do anything but cant his hips up and spread his legs wider for his husband, for his son.
It takes Viktor a moment to find a position that’s at least mildly comfortable on his leg, and Jayce waits with as much patience as he can muster. God, he’s finally about to get fucked for the first time in years by something other than his own fingers. He’s finally about to get fucked by Viktor.
By the time Viktor squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his silicone dick, using the tip to smear it around Jayce’s hole, Jayce is desperate and panting. He can’t get over it—he’s desperate for his own son’s cock. The thought alone is enough to bring him close to the edge, and he hasn’t even touched his dick yet.
“Ready?” Viktor asks at last, and his voice already sounds wrecked.
“Yes,” Jayce croaks, his own voice not faring much better. “Yes, baby, please.”
His husband is many things. Cruel is not one of them. He enters Jayce in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt, both of them moaning when he bottoms out. Viktor grips Jayce’s hips tight, nails digging into soft flesh. Jayce hopes he bruises.
When Viktor starts to move, it is a sacrament. He slowly, haltingly, shyly pulls out nearly all the way, before shoving back in and hitting Jayce’s prostate on the first go. Jayce has no choice but to close his eyes, throwing his head back into the pillows, a guttural moan torn from his throat. "
“You like that, Daddy?”
Jayce opens his eyes and groans at the sight before him: Viktor, his baby, fucking his dad open like it’s what he was born to do. “Yes,” he replies. “Yes, sweet boy. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”
Viktor turns red at the praise. It takes him a few minutes, but he works up a good rhythm, a punishing rhythm. “You’re mine, Daddy,” he all but growls. “Mine. Nobody else gets to have you like this. Nobody else gets to have you.” He punctuates his words with the little crescent moons of his nails, digging and digging and digging into Jayce’s skin.
“No one,” Jayce agrees, “just you, V. Only you, forever. You’re all I need, baby, oh, fuck—”
Viktor is fucking him harder now, sweat sheening on his brow with the effort, and Jayce can feel his orgasm looming. “All I need is you and your cock, Vik—”
“Kurva!” Viktor bites out under his breath, pupils blowing wide with lust. “Say it again,” he begs. “Oh, Daddy, please.”
“Love taking your cock, baby,” Jayce babbles, the words coming from somewhere deep within him. “You feel so fucking good, should have done this ages ago— I’m going to be insatiable now, I hope you know— Vik, fuck!”
When Viktor’s fingers wrap around his cock, he’s done for. He comes howling, shoulders wrenching off the bed from the force of it. Come splatters all over Viktor’s t-shirt and the lower half of his face, which is when Viktor’s eyes roll back in his head, and he moans, loud and low and long.
Viktor collapses against him a moment later, the drag of the dildo on Jayce’s abused hole the most exquisite torture. “Fuck,” he pants. “Baby… that was… that was perfect.”
“Yeah?” Viktor asks, poking his head up from where it was resting on Jayce’s chest, twin cherries of color painting his cheekbones.
“Yeah,” Jayce breathes. “And we are covered in come.”
“Yeah, we are.” Then, he snuggles back into Jayce. “But let’s just stay here a moment longer? Please?”
Jayce kisses the top of his head. “After you just fucked my brains out? For you, my love, the world.”
Viktor snorts. “You’d give me the world anyway.”
“Yeah,” Jayce agrees. “I would.”
They lie there for a few more moments before disentangling and shuffling to the bathroom. Jayce turns the water on full blast, as hot as it’ll go, just as Viktor likes it. He helps Viktor out of his ruined t-shirt and then into the shower, following close behind. The water feels fucking sinful on his sore muscles, and he groans.
“Careful,” Viktor murmurs, “or I’ll wanna go again.”
Lust like a lightning strike punches Jayce in the gut. “Do you promise?” he asks, honest and earnest.
Viktor gives him his most impish, most mischievous grin. “If you’re nice to me,” he teases.
“Oh, I’ll show you nice,” Jayce laughs, squeezing out and lathering some shampoo before taking Viktor’s soft locks into his hands. He takes his time washing Vik’s hair, scratching at his scalp with his nails. Viktor presses into the touch like a cat. When it’s time to rinse, he gently tips Viktor’s head back and does it for him. It feels less like a task and more like a devotion.
While Viktor is still leaning into the water, enjoying the warmth, Jayce lathers up a loofah and begins to gently wash his body. He takes extra care on Viktor’s back and leg, never wanting to hurt his brave, resilient boy.
Jayce doesn’t even realize he’s crying softly until Viktor says, “Daddy? What’s wrong?”
“What? Oh, baby, I’m just so happy. I love you so much. You are so precious to me.”
Viktor rolls his eyes, but not before Jayce sees them go watery. “I love you, too, you big sap. Now hurry up and finish washing me so you can ride my cock.”
Jayce brings his hand up in a mock salute, flinging soap bubbles. “Sir, yes, sir!”
Viktor cackles his hyena laugh, Jayce’s favorite sound in the whole wide world.
Once Jayce finishes washing his body, he quickly washes his own, telling Viktor that he’s too impatient to let him do it. They scramble out of the shower like a herd of stoners, giggling and stumbling as they race to see who can be the fastest to dry off and get back into their bed.
Viktor quickly puts the strap back on, pours a generous amount of lube over the cock, and then Jayce is lowering himself down, down, down. The new angle is fucking insane, the sharp pressure against his prostate taking his breath away and making his cock fatten. He starts a gentle, steady pace, mindful of his age and Viktor’s leg as he fucks himself on his baby’s dick.
He wasn’t kidding when he told Viktor he would be insatiable now, never able to get enough of this. It is the sweetest addiction he can imagine, speared open on Viktor’s cock while Viktor watches him with wide, Bambi eyes.
It doesn’t take him long to come again, not with Viktor urging him on with the sweetest little “Daddy”s.
As soon as Jayce comes down from his orgasm, he climbs off of Viktor and lies between his legs, shoving the strap out of the way to find him soaked and glistening. He moans when he finally gets his mouth on Viktor’s cunt, his spent cock jumping. God, Viktor tastes so good. Jayce will never get over it.
He eats Viktor out the way he knows his husband loves—fast and hard and messy, smearing spit and slick all over his face and their bed. He throws an arm over Viktor’s hips in a vain attempt to control his writhing, at once trying to move away from and toward Jayce’s tongue.
He licks Viktor’s cunt until he’s drowning in it, breathless and panting. “I’m—” Viktor moans. “I’m close, please, Daddy—!”
Jayce wraps his lips around Viktor’s clit and sucks. Viktor’s hips buck wildly as he comes, gushing all over Jayce’s face. He laps up every last drop of Viktor’s come before kissing his way up his body until finally, finally, he kisses him on the mouth.
Viktor melts into the kiss, boneless and sleepy.
“Hey,” Jayce murmurs as he pulls away. “Thank you.”
“Mmm,” Viktor hums, a contented little sound. “Anytime.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Talis,” Jayce warns.
Viktor looks him dead in the eye as he repeats, “Anytime.”
They go a third time that night, Jayce riding Viktor until dawn breaks and his whole body feels like it’s cramping. And he wouldn’t change a thing.