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It was Viktor’s fault for offering to pick up lunch.
Jayce had been deep “in the zone,” as he called it, so Viktor, kind and doting partner that he was, said he would make the trek that day. It wasn’t terribly far, and his leg was feeling more or less cooperative.
But now that he’d been waiting for his order for what felt like forever, he sorely regretted offering. Arlo’s was slammed with the lunch rush, and Viktor had barely found space on the wall to lean against as he waited. Every so often, another customer would accidentally jostle him, screwing up his notes.
Jayce had better be grateful when he returned.
“Holy shit, Viktor! How are you, man?”
Viktor glanced up at the sound of his name and found himself face to face with the individual who was, for all intents and purposes, his ex. (Though whether ex-boyfriend or ex-friend with benefits was more apt, Viktor wasn’t so sure.)
“Leon,” he said, sliding his notebook into his pocket. “It’s good to see you.”
He meant it genuinely, even though he was rather surprised. Leon had never been anything other than respectful and attentive, the two essential qualities in any man that Viktor invited into his bed.
They’d stopped sleeping together after Jayce had awkwardly encountered Leon one morning while looking for Viktor at his apartment. To say that Viktor was mortified to emerge from the shower and learn that his lab partner had met what was for all intents and purposes his fuck-buddy—and while said fuck-buddy was shirtless and covered in hickeys, no less—was an understatement.
Leon had found the whole situation amusing, but hadn’t held Viktor’s desire to stop seeing each other afterwards against him.
“You look well,” Viktor said.
Leon had a rugged handsomeness to him, the sort of raw look that Viktor had thought was his type before realizing that he in fact preferred a certain perfectly groomed, godlike specimen instead.
“You too,” Leon said, giving Viktor an appreciative nod. “Still at the Academy, I take it?”
“Yes. And you? Last we spoke, I believe you mentioned some…distaste for academia.”
Leon chuckled. “Yeah. My partner finally convinced me to get out, and I can’t say I hate it.”
“I’m glad,” Viktor said. “What are you doing now, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Leon glanced around as though to make sure no one was listening. Now Viktor’s interest was certainly piqued.
“My partner owns the Morning Glory.”
“The gentleman’s club?”
“I wouldn’t say there’s one particular clientele, but…”
This was quite possibly the most fascinating thing Viktor had heard all day. “Do you, eh…perform, then?”
Leon flushed slightly but nodded. “Fridays and Saturdays. The rest of the time I help them run the bar. You should come see me sometime. You know, for old time’s sake.”
Viktor wondered what Jayce would think of visiting such an establishment. Viktor could probably get away with it—his background already made others think the worst of him—but Piltover’s golden boy…
“I’ll consider it.”
Arlo called his name loudly from behind the counter, and Viktor pushed himself off the wall. “It was good to see you, Leon.”
Leon nodded. “You too.” Then he smirked. “Say hi to Talis for me.”
Viktor blushed and didn’t respond. He hadn’t even mentioned Jayce, though clearly Leon still remembered their very awkward encounter. It still boggled Viktor’s mind, sometimes, how absurd his partner could be. What had he thought would happen when he showed up at Viktor’s apartment unannounced?
Viktor hadn’t teased him about it in some time—far too long, really—so he of course brought it up immediately upon reuniting with Jayce at the lab.
“You will never guess who I saw at Arlo’s.”
Jayce, mannered Piltie to the core, swallowed the large bite of noodles in his mouth before responding. “Who?”
“Leon.”
Jayce’s expression immediately darkened. “What did he want?”
“Just to catch up. Apparently he has cut ties with the Academy.”
“Good riddance,” Jayce huffed.
Viktor frowned. “What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing,” Jayce said. “I just don’t like the guy.”
“You met once,” Viktor pointed out. “That was enough to hate him?”
“You judge people all the time!”
Viktor hummed as he took another bite of his food. There was no use denying it.
“I got a bad vibe from him,” Jayce continued. “I mean, who the hell answers someone else’s door in their underwear?”
Viktor hid a smirk in his bowl. “Someone who has just finished having sex, I imagine.”
Perhaps it was cruel of him to tease Jayce in such a way, and in their lab to boot. He was just so easy to rile up.
“How’d you do it?”
“What?”
“How did you, you know…have sex?”
Viktor tilted his head slightly. He knew Jayce wasn’t asking about how he was physically able to do the deed—they’d certainly fucked enough times themselves. (And even if they hadn’t, Jayce would never have been so rude as to say such a thing.)
“What are you asking, Jayce? Speak plainly.”
“I don’t—” Jayce sighed and shook his head. “Never mind.”
“No,” Viktor said. “Tell me.”
Jayce’s face was turning a rather brilliant shade of red. “I just meant, what sort of, uh…configuration did you have going on?”
Viktor could only blink for a moment. “Is this your roundabout way of asking if I have ever had his cock inside me?”
Jayce grimaced but didn’t say no.
“Unbelievable,” Viktor muttered. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, I have. Are you happy now?”
They’d talked about previous partners before, in the general health sense, and Viktor knew for a fact that Jayce had been with individuals in possession of all genitalia. More specifically, he’d had at least one other person’s dick inside of him. So why was it suddenly an issue for Viktor to have been fucked by someone else in the past?
Jayce silently turned back to his food, seeming sufficiently shamed. Viktor stared at him for a moment before following suit.
He’d thought that would be the end of it. But then that night, when they made their way to Jayce’s apartment—for not living together, they certainly spent a lot of time at one another’s places—his partner mentioned it again.
“Sorry if I made things awkward before. I’m just, well…I’m not very good at sitting with curiosity.”
“I’m aware,” Viktor replied. “I just don’t see why that was your burning question.”
Jayce shrugged helplessly.
Viktor barely resisted the urge to sigh. People with dicks were always so possessive over where they got to put them.
Their evening, as was often custom, eventually led to them naked in the sheets.
There was a marked difference, though—and not one Viktor was complaining about.
It was not a secret that he liked to be in charge. He enjoyed holding the reins on his partner’s pleasure, the sense of power that it imbued. It was especially addicting when his partner was someone like Jayce who, outside of these walls, was nothing short of strength and power incarnate.
But sometimes, Viktor, too just wanted to be fucked out of his mind. He was only a man, okay? A man with a very strong, very sexy partner who could lift him like he weighed nothing.
He hadn’t yet found the courage to voice the words, and Jayce only ever toed the line. He still seemed to have an innate fear of hurting Viktor, as though Jayce wasn’t the world’s most considerate lover.
Tonight, though…tonight, Jayce was being rough and demanding in all the ways that Viktor secretly craved. It wasn’t often he sought this sort of position —this almost submission—out, but when he did, he took to it fully.
Jayce was almost animalistic in the way he fucked him, sucking marks into every inch of his skin and pounding so deep that Viktor swore he felt him hit his cervix.
Afterwards, achy and bruised and deliciously fucked out, Viktor’s half-functioning brain did what it did best: it came up with a theory.
Hypothesis: Jayce had fucked him out of his mind because he was jealous.
And, well…what sort of scientist would Viktor be if he didn’t test it?
Jayce had heard of the Morning Glory in passing. Part strip club, part dance floor, and entirely debauched, the place had grown significantly in popularity in recent years. It was—as the name suggested—open practically until breakfast time. As the name also suggested, it had an express goal of turning people on.
It was the sort of place a younger Jayce, still bumbling through an exploration of his sexuality, would’ve nervously planned to check out and then probably backed out of going to at the last minute.
Now, twenty-six and in a very comfortable, very committed relationship with possibly the most attractive man on the planet, Jayce didn’t feel the pull to visit. But Viktor of all people had suggested it, and Jayce was exceptionally pathetic when it came to doing whatever made his partner happy.
So there he was, dressed in his most unassuming, non-Talis-branded clothes, standing outside of the club on Saturday night. Viktor had asked to meet inside—something about having to run errands earlier—and Jayce’s imagination was already cooking up all sorts of ideas about what his partner might be wearing.
A neon sign in the shape of a purple flower was all that marked the building, and Jayce watched a few others go in first to make sure he didn’t bumble into the wrong place. He was sure he looked like a creep, lurking in the shadows there. He and Viktor were both fairly confident that the club’s patrons—namely, queer people—wouldn’t make Jayce’s appearance there public, but he was admittedly still nervous.
He eventually mustered the courage to follow two giggling women inside. They seemed like they knew what they were doing, at least.
It took a moment for Jayce’s eyes to adjust to the low lighting, and he nearly dropped the cogs he tried to deposit into a bouncer’s open palm. The man nodded, eyes lingering only briefly on Jayce’s face, and waved him forward.
The club was lit by neon lights of all colors, painting the space in rainbow hues. Loud, bass-heavy music thumped throughout, and Jayce wondered briefly how they’d managed to wire the phonographs in such a way.
He pushed through a crowd of sweaty bodies towards the large bar where Viktor said to meet him. Sure enough, there was his partner, effortlessly beautiful as always.
The pink light overhead made his skin look flushed, and it brought out what was either a black or navy shirt. The color really didn’t matter with the way it clung to Viktor’s frame, though. Especially not with the top few buttons undone.
“Jayce,” Viktor greeted. “How good of you to join me.”
He watched as Viktor gave him a not at all subtle once-over, gaze lingering on the fabric clinging to his biceps. Jayce couldn’t stop himself from flexing a little.
Viktor rolled his eyes and signaled to the bartender. “Two of your house specials, please. And two shots of vodka.”
Jayce slid into the empty seat beside Viktor and arched his brow. “I didn’t realize we were going all out.”
“What makes you think any of these are for you?” Viktor teased.
To Viktor’s credit, he’d probably still be on his feet after that many drinks. He held his liquor in a way that frankly defied logic.
They did the shots together first, a clink-slam-gulp that left Jayce’s throat burning and his head a bit tingly. How did he knock these back so easily when he was younger?
The “house special” turned out to be some combination of blue alcohol, lemonade, and grenadine garnished with one of the club’s namesake flowers. It was surprisingly classy, considering the half-naked people grinding on one another less than ten feet away.
He told Viktor about the gossip he heard in the forge that morning, and Viktor regaled him with a play-by-play of an encounter with his elderly neighbor who unwittingly used far too many sexual innuendos.
Jayce loved watching Viktor talk. He always got so animated, even when he was just telling a silly anecdote. Jayce would probably even be content to sit through one of his lectures on proper soldering technique, so long as it meant he could keep looking at him.
“Last call before the show starts!”
Jayce had a moment of confusion before remembering that he was, in fact, in a strip club, and not just chatting with Viktor at a bar or in the lab.
Viktor made a pleased face at the bartender’s announcement. He looked like he knew something Jayce didn’t, and it admittedly made Jayce nervous and just a tinge insecure. It also, because Jayce was, well, Jayce, made him infectiously curious, and maybe a tad aroused.
This definitely felt like something he’d need another drink for, though. He was firmly in the realm of buzzed by now, but one more wouldn’t be enough to push him too far over the edge. If nothing else, it would give him something to do with his hands.
He let Viktor order for both of them, and only put up a token protest when Viktor nudged him to pay their tab. Then, purple drinks in hand, they followed a large crowd into an adjoining room.
Jayce had snuck into a strip club with a few friends in high school, primarily for the bragging rights. It had been a small, run-down place near the boundary with Zaun, and no one had looked too closely at the group of very obviously teenage boys. The whole experience made him feel a confusing jumble of coolness and guilt, and he hadn’t really felt a desire to return to such an establishment since then.
The Morning Glory was worlds away from the club of Jayce’s memory. The stage was massive and polished, featuring a few poles and steps leading down to the floor at regular intervals. It was situated in the middle of the room surrounded by rows of padded leather chairs that fanned out like the spokes of a wheel. Most notably, said chairs weren’t only filled with men.
Viktor boldly selected seats in the front row, and Jayce tried not to feel incredibly self-conscious about it. He felt immediately better when Viktor took his hand and squeezed it.
“We don’t have to stay, you know. Not if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do,” Jayce said. “It’s just different.”
Viktor’s lips quirked up. “I seem to recall you enjoying ‘different.’”
Jayce took a long sip of his drink and hoped the alcohol would excuse the fierce heat he felt in his cheeks.
The nondescript music pumping through the speakers died down after another few minutes, replaced by the tinny voice of someone speaking into a microphone. They gave a few safety instructions—“as we like to say, just the tip”—and then, without further ado, told the crowd to enjoy the show.
The lights flickered, and then ten people of all shapes and sizes made their way onto the stage.
Some wore sparkling bralettes and corsets; others let their bare pecs and breasts hang out.
The pieces of clothing they did wear—which, for a few, consisted solely of a thong—were a shimmery blue color that matched the bold makeup on their eyes. The sheen of glitter on their skin shined under the multicolored lights.
As soon as Jayce got over the shock that came with the whole nudity territory, he was transfixed. There was something mesmerizing about the sparkles and the unison in which the dancers moved with the music. They started together in an almost cluster in the center of the stage, and then fanned out towards the edges.
A dancer in tight shorts ended up in front of him and Viktor, his shoulder-length hair swaying as he moved.
Jayce recognized that bare, tattooed chest. Those toned legs and satisfied smirk (which he certainly wasn’t playing up in his head.)
“Leon works here?”
“Yes,” Viktor said, not looking away from the stage. “I thought I told you.”
“Uh, no,” Jayce replied. “You didn’t.”
If he had, there was no way Jayce would have agreed to this endeavor—at least, not without a mental freakout or two.
He knew it was weird and possessive, but ever since the other day, he couldn’t stop thinking about Viktor being fucked by someone else. By Leon, specifically, if he was being honest.
Leon had gone back to the center of the stage and taken up a spot on one of the poles. He hoisted himself up onto it, spinning around and, Jayce thought, flexing rather gratuitously.
“You know, when you said he left the Academy, I didn’t think you meant he was doing this.”
“Do you have a problem with stripping?” Viktor asked. “It takes quite a lot of core strength.”
Jayce glowered down at his drink. Did Viktor not think he was strong? There was absolutely no way Leon of all people had more muscles than him, even if he did have a very nicely sculpted chest.
What if Viktor knew of Leon’s strength in a different context? Had he been manhandled by him in bed? Held down and fucked until he cried?
Jayce clenched the hand not holding his drink around the side of his seat. Where were these thoughts even coming from? He tried to beat back the weird possessiveness curling in his chest, and had mostly managed to wrangle it down when about half of the dancers climbed down from the stage. They circled the front aisle, pausing every so often to do a variety of increasingly sexually explicit dance moves.
They eventually came to a stop, evenly spaced out. And once again, fucking Leon was in front of them. He stepped away from the stage, hips swaying as he approached them.
Or, rather, approached Viktor.
He cupped a hand around Viktor’s ear, whispering something that Jayce couldn’t make out. Viktor nodded at whatever it was, and then—
And then Leon sat on his lap.
His ass wasn’t actually touching Viktor’s body, but it was a damn near thing. His hips undulated over Viktor’s as he swayed in time with the music.
At a certain point in the song, Leon turned around and gripped the back of the chair, his wrists brushing slightly against Viktor’s shoulders. He leaned forward and stuck his ass out, thrusting forward and back in time with the music. His lips were barely inches from Viktor’s, and Jayce was half convinced he was going to kiss him.
Instead, Leon bent his knees and continued his lap dance. He moved up and down provocatively, almost like he was riding Viktor.
This, of course, brought up an incredibly concerning question: had Viktor strapped Leon before? Had he let Leon bounce in his lap like Jayce had?
(Did Viktor tell him he looked good on his cock, too? That he took it so well it was like he was made for it?)
Jayce was clenching his drink so tightly he was shocked the glass didn’t shatter. He should be the one on top of Viktor, not Leon or anyone else. (But really, more pressingly, Leon.)
He wouldn’t stop with just hovering over Viktor, either. He’d give him a real show, touch him and kiss him and bite his neck. He’d grind on Viktor’s lap until they were both hard and aching, and then he’d tease Viktor until he was begging Jayce to fuck him.
He’d hardly noticed that Leon had moved on from dancing on Viktor—on Jayce’s partner—through the anger clouding his thoughts. Viktor was looking at him, something playful behind his eyes, and tilted his head back to expose his throat as he took a long sip of his drink.
Did Viktor think this was a game? Did he not see what this was doing to Jayce?
Clearly, Viktor had agreed to the lap dance. He could’ve told Leon no, or pushed him away at any time. Instead, he’d let Leon basically grind on him. Look at him with what Jayce imagined were fuck-me eyes hidden behind Leon’s long hair.
Was Viktor still interested in his ex? Did he think Leon had something Jayce didn’t?
He stewed in these thoughts as the dancers finished their show, trying not to scowl when Viktor approached the stage to tip them. It was only when he strayed towards Leon that Jayce actually intervened.
“Hey,” he said. “We should go.”
Viktor frowned. “Alright. I would like to say goodbye to Leon first, though. He had quite the performance.”
He seemed wholly unfazed by Jayce’s tone or the probably very obvious tension in his body.
“Fine.”
Viktor had the audacity to squeeze Leon’s exposed, glittery arm as he presumably showered him in compliments. Jayce couldn’t hear over the combination of loud music and angry blood rushing in his ears.
He hardly noticed the chill of the night air as they stepped outside. Someone was standing just past the doors with a stack of pamphlets and condoms, and Jayce took one to shut them up. He just wanted to be home already.
“Yours or mine?” Viktor asked as they hailed a carriage.
“Mine.”
That’s what this was all about, wasn’t it? Jayce’s need for everything to be his. His house, his partner—it was a selfishness that, were he not still tipsy, he would probably be slightly concerned by.
Viktor, similarly intoxicated, allowed Jayce to help him into the carriage. If he noticed the way Jayce’s touch lingered, he didn’t mention it.
They hardly made it through the door to the apartment before Jayce was on Viktor. He crowded him against the wall, stifling a groan of surprise with his lips. Viktor was quick to return the gesture, leaning his weight against the wall and letting his cane fall so that he could curl his fingers in Jayce’s hair.
Jayce wanted to consume him. He wanted to take and claim and make it clear to anyone who even glanced in Viktor’s direction that Viktor was his.
He shoved his knee between Viktor’s legs, pushing against Viktor with his thigh and making him gasp. He trailed his teeth down Viktor’s neck at the same time, open-mouthed kisses quickly turning to bruising bites.
Viktor’s pulse thrummed under his tongue as he laved over each mark, his hips bucking slightly against Jayce’s leg.
He undid Viktor’s shirt with a hot impatience, needing to touch more of Viktor’s skin.
“Lean on me,” he said, waiting for Viktor to oblige before helping him shrug the unbuttoned garment off.
Then his teeth were latching on to Viktor’s collarbone. His pecs. He pulled Viktor closer to him, grinding his clothed cunt against his thigh. Viktor frowned when Jayce then guided his hips back and away from the stimulation.
Still, he didn’t argue as Jayce moved his hands to rest on his shoulders for support as he knelt down. He sucked one of Viktor’s nipples into his mouth, biting lightly and teasing at the other with his fingers.
“Jayce,” Viktor sighed, the pressure on Jayce’s shoulders increasing slightly.
Good. He wanted Viktor to fall apart. To know nothing except for Jayce and how good he made him feel.
He gave some attention to the scars under Viktor’s pecs, trailing his tongue over them in a way that always made Viktor moan.
Then it was back to marking him up. Bruises on his stomach. His hips.
Viktor was panting now, eyes blown wide. He probably expected Jayce to take his pants off now. To put his mouth on him.
Instead, Jayce stood up, holding Viktor slightly until he readjusted his weight.
“Why did you stop?”
If this was one of Jayce’s smut books that he vehemently denied owning, he’d probably say something along the lines of “you’re only coming on my cock tonight.” He wasn’t nearly ballsy enough, though, and he knew for a fact that Viktor would tease him mercilessly about it.
Instead, he said, because he was nothing if not a gentleman at the end of the day, “Can I bend you over the counter?”
Viktor’s mouth parted slightly. “Yes.”
He helped Viktor walk the short distance to the kitchen, heady with satisfaction at the bruises darkening across Viktor’s chest.
He paused to let Viktor try out a few angles and stances against the counter after he cleared it off. It was about waist height, and Viktor seemed pleased with the way he was able to keep his leg straight and put his weight on the counter.
He looked so fucking good like that, glancing over his shoulder at Jayce with his ass out. Jayce was on him in an instant, clutching at Viktor’s hips and grinding his erection against him. Viktor inhaled sharply and tried to push back, even as Jayce tightened his grip to hold him still.
He trailed his hands down to fumble with the buckle of Viktor’s belt, eventually managing to undo it and his pants enough to shove them down with his briefs under the slight swell of his ass.
Viktor shivered as Jayce squeezed at his bare skin, one hand dipping down between his legs. Viktor was hard, and Jayce gave him a few teasing strokes before trailing down lower.
He circled two fingers around Viktor’s entrance before pushing them both in, making Viktor gasp. He was probably expecting Jayce to go slowly. Carefully.
But Jayce had no patience for that tonight.
(Not that he wouldn’t have stopped immediately if Viktor seemed in pain or uncomfortable. Just that if Viktor didn’t say anything, Jayce was thoroughly planning to ruin him.)
Viktor was ridiculously wet, and the sound of Jayce’s fingers fucking in and out of him was particularly obscene.
Had any of Viktor’s past partners ever turned him on this much? Had they made him soak through his underwear like Jayce did?
He slipped a third finger in, spreading them every so often. He undid his own pants with his other hand, tugging them down enough to get his cock out. He was hard and leaking, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the cleft of Viktor’s ass.
“Jayce,” Viktor said as he pushed back against him. “We don’t have- ah!- protection.”
The primal, jealous part of Jayce wanted to say fuck it and have Viktor raw. Mark Viktor up with his spend on his back or—his mouth went dry—inside him.
The rest of him—the sane part that very much feared pregnancy and, more importantly, respected Viktor’s boundaries—smartly remembered the condom he’d been gifted.
“We do.”
He slid it out of his pocket, and then pulled his fingers out of Viktor to tear the condom open and roll it on.
“Were you carrying that all night?” Viktor asked. “A bit presumptuous, no?”
“What? No, it’s from that dude outside of the club!”
Viktor hummed. “And did you make sure it was not expired?”
Jayce looked mournfully at the wrapper that he’d dropped on the ground. “…No.”
He tried not to trip over his pants as he knelt down to pick it up. He couldn’t see Viktor’s face, but he was sure he was being smirked at.
“Okay,” he said after reading the tiny numbers. “We’re good.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Viktor sighed as Jayce plastered himself against his back, spreading his legs wider so that Jayce could slot himself between his thighs. He rubbed his cock through the wetness there, brushing against Viktor’s dick on each slow thrust forward.
Then, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed in. Viktor gasped as he was filled, the tight heat of him intoxicating. Jayce groaned when his hips were flush with Viktor’s ass, overwhelmed by the feeling of him. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of fucking Viktor. He was just so- so- perfect.
But Jayce wasn’t the only one who’d had him like this.
The thought plagued him as he began to move, his forearms braced on the counter outside of Viktor’s. His partner let out little gasps with each thrust, and Jayce wondered if he’d sounded like that with a different dick inside of him.
As always, it came back to Leon.
In his mind, he saw the imaginary cock his brain designed for the man—smaller than Jayce’s, naturally—pounding into Viktor. He heard Viktor moaning for him, voice cracking around the syllables of his name.
Jayce fucked into Viktor harder. He moved one hand from the counter to press against Viktor’s stomach, some part of him convinced he could feel himself there.
Viktor groaned out his name, trying to find the leverage to press back into Jayce’s thrusts. Was he trying to seek his own pleasure? Did he not think Jayce could provide that for him?
Jayce straightened slightly and wrapped his hands around Viktor’s hips. The sight of how far his fingers spread, the ease with which he could hold Viktor exactly where he wanted him…
Viktor wanted muscles? He’d show him muscles.
He pulled Viktor’s hips back slightly from the counter, lifting them up and giving himself the leverage to really fuck into him. He squeezed tighter when Viktor squirmed, his partner’s hands scrabbling for purchase on the counter as he was forced onto his toes.
He’d started to let out a continuous whining sound in time with the rough snap of Jayce’s hips.
Did he fuck you like this? Did he make you feel this good?
No, there was no way. His and Viktor’s bodies were basically built for each other, perfectly melding together in every possible configuration.
He wanted to fuck Viktor until his existence narrowed down to nothing but Jayce. Until the thought of deriving an iota of pleasure from someone else was inconceivable.
“Jayce,” Viktor said, his entire body trembling. “I’m close.”
Jayce knew what he was asking for, seeing as how Viktor couldn’t exactly move his arms off the counter to touch himself.
Still, he shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Viktor tried to glance at him over his shoulder. His face was flushed, his lips parted slightly. He kept trying to wrap his hands around something, but the counter was empty. Jayce was his only anchor, and he relished in that fact.
Viktor was getting impossibly tight around him, like he wanted to squeeze Jayce’s life out of him through his dick. Jayce removed one hand from Viktor’s hip, lowering him slightly but still holding him steady. He trailed the hand up Viktor’s spine, tracing the notches of it until he reached Viktor’s head.
He cupped Viktor’s cheek for a moment, and Viktor leaned into the touch. Then he moved that hand to Viktor’s hair and tugged slightly. “Can I?”
Viktor nodded as best he could. “Yes. Fuck, Jayce, please.”
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
Viktor cried out when Jayce threaded his fingers more firmly and pulled, yanking Viktor’s head back. His grip on Viktor’s hair and hip was unrelenting, hauling him back slightly and giving him no choice but to take everything Jayce was giving him.
“Harder,” Viktor panted. “I can take it.”
Jayce groaned and obliged, muscles burning pleasantly. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the way each thrust punched the breath out of Viktor’s lungs…it was addictive.
He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, his balls tightening. He wanted Viktor to come with Jayce inside him, and he knew he could only hold off for so long.
He buried his face in Viktor’s shoulder, smelling salty sweat on his skin. He wanted to be deeper. Be everywhere. He scraped his teeth along Viktor’s flesh, never stilling the movement of his hips.
“Jayce,” Viktor said suddenly. “Jayce, don’t- right there! Yes, don’t stop!”
He sounded torn between pleasure and almost confusion, and what was Jayce to do except follow instructions? He kept fucking Viktor at that same angle, his partner clenching maddeningly around him.
“I think- oh, yes, there! Jayce, I, I’m—”
And then he was trembling and whining and clawing at the counter, shaking apart around Jayce. He was- holy shit. He was coming just from Jayce fucking him.
Jayce groaned and sunk his teeth into Viktor’s shoulder—not enough to break the skin, but enough to claim—and toppled over the edge.
His hips jerked as he filled the condom, groaning out Viktor’s name as he rode out his orgasm. He breathed heavily against Viktor’s back, holding him close until he was too soft to stay inside anymore.
Viktor had gone boneless, and Jayce made sure he was steady enough to support himself while he pulled out and tied off the condom.
Viktor managed to turn around once Jayce was off of him, though he still leaned heavily against the counter. He seemed slightly dazed, his hair mussed up and body covered in hickeys.
He pulled his pants up over his waist—ruining what was frankly a spectacular view—and held a shaky arm out. “Help me to the bathroom?”
Jayce nodded, offering Viktor his own arm and then leaving him to his business. He brought Viktor’s cane over too, in case he preferred it.
Viktor smiled and thanked him when he emerged from the bathroom, taking the cane and heading into the bedroom. He looked so right, lying in Jayce’s sheets. Jayce couldn’t help crawling in next to him and slotting their lips together.
He could admit, now that the heat of the moment had passed, that he’d maybe gone a little overboard with marking Viktor up. He tried to make up for it by gently undoing Viktor’s leg brace, massaging the muscles around it as he went.
Viktor sighed, relaxing into the pillows. He shoved his already unbuttoned pants down past his thighs, and Jayce tugged them the rest of the way off. He could see fingerprint-shaped bruises peeking out from the waist of Viktor’s briefs, and it made something not entirely unpleasant twinge in Jayce’s chest.
He quickly stripped down to his own underwear and wrapped himself around Viktor, craving the closeness. Viktor ran his fingers through Jayce’s hair, and he nestled closer to Viktor’s chest.
He liked that they could have this sort of intimacy, too. It felt special. Inevitable.
“Do you still like him?” The words were out before Jayce could stop them.
“Who?”
“Leon.”
Viktor snorted, the movement of his fingers not stopping. “Of course not.”
“Then why did you let him give you a lap dance?”
“It was not so much me letting him as asking him to.”
“Excuse me?”
Jayce leaned up to look at his partner, dislodging the hand on his head. Viktor was looking at him with amusement.
“Jayce, I love you, but you can get rather possessive. And when you do, well…” He gestured to the general state of his bruised, fucked-out body.
Jayce’s mind ran through the calculations. “You wanted to make me jealous on purpose?”
Viktor nodded. “It was never my intention to make you insecure, though. If it makes you feel better, you are the first person to ever make me come like that. I did not think my body was capable of it.”
“What did it feel like?”
“Surprising, mostly,” Viktor said. “It felt…deeper, if that makes sense. It was quite enjoyable.”
Jayce grinned. “You definitely seemed like you were having fun.”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Viktor said. “It was my experiment that got us here in the first place.”
“Experiment, huh? What was your hypothesis?”
“That you would be rough with me if I made you jealous, obviously. And it seems I was correct.”
He seemed utterly pleased with himself. Jayce wasn’t mad about it.
“I have another hypothesis we can test,” he said.
Viktor raised his brows. “Oh? Do tell.”
“I want to see how many times I can make you come without touching your dick.”
“That is not a hypothesis,” Viktor pointed out. “I thought you were a scientist.”
The jab was undercut by the very obvious hitch in Viktor’s voice.
“Fine. I hypothesize that I can make you come twice in a row just from fucking you.”
“Hmm. Ambitious. Do you really think you would last that long?”
“Yes!” Jayce defended. “And if not, I have fingers!”
“That you do.” Viktor sighed and leaned towards Jayce so that their foreheads were touching. “We should probably sleep now. And then, tomorrow…” He smiled and pressed a kiss to Jayce’s lips. “We will run this experiment of yours.”