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Everyone at the Academy knew about the rumors surrounding Jayce Talis. Viktor was no exception.
Jayce Talis is a genius, did you know? Youngest Academy student to ever receive high honors from Professor Heimerdinger himself.
Jayce Talis is the Academy’s most eligible bachelor, he’s the perfect gentleman, really knows how to treat someone right.
Jayce Talis is a sex god, has someone new in his bed every night.
It wasn’t until Viktor had Jayce in his own bed that he realized one couldn’t always rely on rumors.
If only the rest of the Academy knew.
Jayce Talis, notorious monster in bed, was a virgin.
“You do realize half the Academy has been talking about your sexual exploits,” Viktor said dryly. “You cannot be serious.”
Jayce put his face in his hands, a gesture that Viktor found unbearably endearing for reasons he decided against exploring. “I just—I was just never the sleeping around type,” he protested.
He looked up at Viktor, “I kind of want it to be special.”
Jayce blushed as he said it, like the world’s most innocent puppy who just happened to also look like the spitting image of sinful perfection. Viktor bit down hard on his lip, almost drawing blood.
“And this is special?”
He gestured to his disaster of a living room, the coffee table still covered with blueprints and schematics, every available writing surface filled with Jayce’s blocky print and his own thin scrawl. He felt a strange sense of guilt, that this would be Jayce’s first time. That Viktor would be. Jayce didn’t even turn to look at the room, his eyes still watching Viktor. He swallowed, wet his lips and said, “Well, you’ve been my partner for a while. And I—”
“I really like you.”
It was a line so devastatingly saccharine that it shouldn’t have worked. It should not have worked at all. In fact, if it had been any other person in the entire world, Viktor would have rolled his eyes and kicked them off the couch. But looking down at the earnestness in Jayce’s expression, Viktor felt a hot rush of desire crawling up his spine instead. His excuses fell apart so fast he might have been embarrassed if he was in a more logical state of mind.
But if Jayce Talis was practically climbing into his lap, who was he to refuse? Viktor was many things but he wasn't a fool. Nor a saint. He blew out a breath, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears.
“Come here, Jayce,” he murmured, letting his voice slip down into a low drawl. He watched the way Jayce shivered at the rumble of it, the way he pitched forward all at once, drawn in like a gravitational pull. He paused, hands hovering over Viktor’s torso uncertainly. They were trembling, Viktor noticed, a dark thrill shooting through him. “Take off your shirt,” he said, reaching to pull his own over his head.
A moment later, and he was running his hands over Jayce’s chest, murmuring in appreciation. Oh, the rumors weren’t wrong about this part.
He took his time with it—sliding his hands down to press flat against the lines of Jayce’s abs, wrapping his fingers around his biceps, slipping over the swell of his shoulder to squeeze at the muscle. He didn’t miss the way that Jayce’s breathing changed, catching and quickening.
“V,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Can I—”
“Shh, stay still for a moment,” Viktor replied, hands still moving over Jayce’s chest. He brushed over a nipple and pinched it experimentally, watching carefully. Jayce inhaled sharply, then exhaled, long and shaky.
“Sensitive?”
“I don’t—I don’t know,” Jayce said, his voice already sounding halfway wrecked. Viktor rubbed at the little nub, watching it stiffen and darken as the blood rushed to it. Then he dipped his head, swiping his tongue over it, sucking gently. The effect was instantaneous.
“Oh—” Jayce gasped out. “That’s—fuck.”
Jayce’s hands were fisted into his trousers. Viktor smiled, trailing his lips over his chest to reach his neck. “You are going to ruin those trousers if you keep doing that,” he murmured against the soft skin beneath Jayce’s ear.
Jayce made a noise, a soft huff of breath, almost a moan, “Y—You told me to stay still.”
Viktor slid his hand into Jayce’s hair, letting the soft strands tangle between his fingers so that he could pull it firmly, exposing more of Jayce’s neck. “I didn’t think you’d be so obedient, Jayce.”
Jayce groaned, his entire body pulled tight like a bowstring, his knuckles white where they stayed clenched into the fabric of his pants. Viktor chuckled lowly, pulling back so that he could look at Jayce fully, at the way he already looked thoroughly debauched, despite barely being touched. His lips were red and shiny with spit from where he’d been biting them. His chest heaved with every breath. There were marks ringing his neck where Viktor’s mouth had been. He looked…glorious.
Viktor slipped a hand against Jayce’s cheek, and watched as he practically melted against it. “Do you like it when I tell you that you’re good, Jayce?”
“Yes,” Jayce said, his voice all breath. He turned his head to press a shaking kiss onto Viktor’s wrist. “I—I want to be good. Tell me how I can be good, V.”
“Turn around,” Viktor said. “And come here.”
He rearranged them until Jayce was sitting in his lap, back pressed up against his chest. Viktor liked it like this, liked the solid weight of Jayce against him, the broadness of Jayce’s back covering him completely. He liked how the position left Jayce at his mercy, with no way to get the friction and pressure he wanted. All he could do was arch helplessly back into Viktor, his hips stuttering uselessly upwards. It was intoxicating. Viktor could get drunk on this, on just the feeling of Jayce’s body and the desperate, breathy sounds he didn't even try to hide.
Jayce was, well, he was so reactive. His breath hitched at every touch, leaning into Viktor automatically, always searching for more. Viktor wrapped his arms around him, feeling the width of Jayce’s torso. He kissed the nape of his neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin under his ear. Jayce was moaning shamelessly, starting to slide off the couch, his body going liquid and boneless.
Viktor wrapped a hand gently around his throat, pulling his head back so that their eyes met. Jayce’s pupils were so blown the iris was barely visible, just a faint halo of hazel in the dim light. His mouth was open, and Viktor could see the pink of his tongue. He stroked absent-mindedly over Jayce’s bottom lip with his thumb, feeling the plump swell of it. Jayce’s breath was hot against his skin as he exhaled shakily. Viktor wanted to see those lips wrapped around something, wanted those eyes to go glassy with it. He slipped his index finger into Jayce’s mouth, petting at the softness of his tongue. Jayce gasped out a moan around his finger, drooling just a little. Viktor added another finger, slowly fucking them in and out of Jayce’s mouth. Jayce began to suck on them, his eyes wide and pleading, never leaving Viktor’s.
“You should see yourself, Jayce,” Viktor murmured. “You look so good like that, with my fingers in your mouth. Makes me wonder what you would look like if they were inside you instead.”
Jayce whined, his eyes fluttering shut briefly. Viktor squeezed the hand around Jayce’s neck. “I bet you would take it like such a good boy.”
Jayce’s hips bucked against the empty air as he panted around Viktor’s fingers. He made a desperate little noise, drool slipping out of his mouth as he moaned. Viktor moved the hand from his throat downwards, cupping it around Jayce. There was a wet patch on his trousers already. Viktor smirked, so much for not ruining the pants. He slid his hand inside, wrapping it around his cock, and gave him a long, firm stroke. Jayce practically thrashed in his arms, crying out as he frantically chased the friction. Viktor let his grip go slack and smiled at Jayce’s strangled gasp of disappointment.
“Didn’t you say you’d be good?” he chided gently.
Jayce was busy making choked little gasps that sent heat spiking right down to Viktor’s cock.
“Nod if you promise to be good,” he said.
Jayce nodded vigorously.
Viktor resumed his strokes, making sure to set a slow enough rhythm for it to be frustrating. Sure enough, soon Jayce had completely forgotten about Viktor’s fingers, mouth going slack, as he moaned at the feeling of Viktor’s hand around him. Viktor stopped again, pulling his fingers from Jayce’s mouth. “You’re getting so distracted, Jayce. What happened to that promise?”
“No, No, I’m good, I’ll be good—” Jayce swore, high and broken. His hips bucked up again, desperate and jerky. “Just please—oh God, please don’t stop—”
Viktor dragged Jayce up to press his chest along the line of Jayce’s back. “You’re lucky that you're so pretty,” he whispered against the shell of Jayce’s ear. “What do you want, Jayce? Do you want me inside you? Getting you all wet and messy until you’re drooling even more than you are now? All over that pretty face.”
The sound that left Jayce’s throat could only be described as a whimper. His hand reached blindly backwards to tug at a handful of Viktor’s hair. “Yes, yes, please—oh fuck, V, please—” Jayce was babbling, his words all falling on top of each other between his breathless gasps.
Viktor stood, pushing Jayce forward to sprawl onto the coffee table. He shoved the papers off the edge, hoping that there wasn't anything too important. “Don’t move, I will be right back,” he said, his voice shaky with something dark and desperate. He found the lubricant as quickly as he could, heading back to the living room to settle behind Jayce.
Jayce had fallen forward onto his forearms, and his entire body trembled with every breath. Dimly, Viktor began to realize that perhaps they had long blown past whatever people called casual. The thrum of his pulse beat rapidly in his throat. He pulled Jayce’s trousers down to his knees roughly, slicking up his fingers and sliding the first one into Jayce’s tight heat. He moved it slowly, listening to the delicious noises Jayce made. Adding another finger, he scissored the two gently, crooking them together until he found the right spot. Jayce cried out, almost a sob, dropping his head into his arms. Viktor added a third finger, circling them over that spot until Jayce was squirming, unable to decide whether he wanted to pull away or push back onto his fingers. “Fuck, V, I’m not—I’m not gonna last. Please.”
Viktor removed his fingers and slicked himself up, gripping Jayce’s hips for support. He took a second to line his cock up against Jayce, then pushed in with one firm thrust. The strangled moan Jayce let out almost had him losing it immediately and he had to grit his teeth and take several deep breaths to avoid coming prematurely like a teenager.
Jayce was searingly hot inside, seemingly unable to help the way he quivered around Viktor. His moans sounded like they were being punched out of him with every thrust. Viktor wrapped an arm around his chest to drag him closer as he pounded into him. “Fuck, V,” Jayce sobbed, voiced utterly wrecked. “Tell me I’m good, please, please, I need—”
“You’re so good, Jayce,” Viktor groaned against his skin, dropping messy kisses to his sweaty hair, his neck, anywhere he could reach. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you? You’re taking me so well.”
Jayce moaned, high and needy. Viktor kept talking, unable to stop babbling, one hand wrapped tight against Jayce’s chest, the other braced against his hip. “Look at you, so pretty, so beautiful, all for me. All mine, mine, mine.”
“Yours,” Jayce choked out. “Yours, yours, always yours.”
Belatedly, Viktor remembered that he needed to touch Jayce, but his hand had barely closed over Jayce’s cock before it twitched in his grasp. Jayce clenched down on Viktor with a strangled gasp and then they were both tumbling over the cliff, white-hot and blinding. It was so achingly good that for a moment Viktor swore he saw stars. He fell forward onto Jayce’s back, his bad leg finally giving up on him, and pressed his face into the sweaty skin, chest heaving with exertion. They lay there for a long moment, both trying to catch their breath. Viktor dropped a light kiss to Jayce’s shoulder. “Jayce?” he asked.
Jayce’s voice came muffled from where he had buried his face in his forearms. “Fuck, is it always like that?” His voice was hoarse.
Viktor smiled, wrapping his arms around Jayce’s waist. “No,” he murmured, kissing his cheek softly. “Just with you.”
Jayce let out a little huff of disbelief. “Just with me, huh? Glad I didn't disappoint.”
“No,” Viktor said, a little dreamily. “You were perfect.” He tugged Jayce backwards onto the couch, wrapping himself fully around him, tucking his face into his neck. Jayce made a noise of protest, “Vik, you'll get the couch dirty!”
“Don't care,” Viktor mumbled. “The covers are washable.”
Jayce sighed, pressing himself back against Viktor. He put his hands on Viktor's where they rested on his chest, stroking his thumbs over the backs of them. Viktor hummed happily, burrowing closer.
Distantly, Viktor mused about whether Jayce being in his bed would make the rounds soon. He hoped that the whole Academy knew. With some amusement, he wondered how he could have ever told himself that it could be casual between them. But then, with Jayce curled up warm against him, he found that he didn't much care.