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When Viktor stops Jayce from throwing himself over the ledge of his destroyed apartment, the first thing he feels is relief. What a waste of a brilliant mind it would’ve been if he’d found him bleeding out against the cobblestone, eyes blank and unseeing.
The second thing he notices is how young Jayce is, eyes wide as he gazes at Viktor with something like hero worship, cheeks still soft with some childhood fat. His fingers tremble slightly when Viktor hands him the leather wristband with the rune embedded into it, and Viktor notes with interest that the tip of Jayce’s ears are red as he ties the bracelet back on.
As Viktor is swept up in Jayce’s brilliant mind, the rest is put aside. Jayce follows Viktor’s lead as they make their way to Heimerdinger’s lab, his leg jittering anxiously as he shines a flashlight on the locked door that Viktor is jimmying open. Right now, anxiety making him shake, he looks all of his 24 years, and Viktor feels every inch of his entire decade older.
“Viktor,” he hisses, and Viktor can hear the footsteps now, makes a split decision and turns, pressing Jayce against the wall and kissing him. Jayce stiffens for a moment against him, and Viktor slides his hand up, pressing his thumb to the hinge of his jaw, and marvels when Jayce goes pliant, mouth opening under him with a soft moan. Viktor licks into his hot mouth, tipping his chin up with the grip he has on his jaw and Jayce just lets him, a soft whimper falling from his mouth that Viktor swallows down.
Jayce is so warm against him, almost feverishly hot, and Viktor is thoroughly distracted as he presses their bodies together and deepens the kiss, fucking his tongue into Jayce’s mouth in a simulation of what he’s now desperate to do to him, feeling the hard line of Jayce’s cock against his hip, the trembling clench of his fingers against Viktor’s waist.
A light shines on them and Viktor breaks away, a line of spit connecting their mouths. He doesn’t look from Jayce’s flushed face, his dark, wide eyes. “This isn’t my bedroom,” he murmurs, shocked at how deep and rough his voice is, Jayce’s body shuddering against him at the tone.
“Not quite,” Mel Medarda says, focusing the light to his face. Viktor finally looks at her, squinting a bit.
“Well, can you blame me for being…distracted?” he says, running his thumb down the line of Jayce’s throat, Jayce baring it easily with a hitched breath. Medarda’s light shifts to Jayce, taking in the way the flush on his face trails down and disappears into his shirt collar, his wide, dazed eyes, all pupil, his swollen red mouth. Already halfway to ruined and all Viktor did was kiss him.
“Mm,” is all she says, but Viktor can see the way her eyes linger on the jut of Jayce’s collarbones, the hollow of his throat. She has always had an eye for beauty. “Fair enough. Have a good night gentlemen.”
Viktor doesn’t move away until the click of her heels has long since faded, enjoying the ragged way Jayce is breathing against him. Most interestingly, he had felt the way Jayce’s cock fattened up against his hip at both Medarda’s attention and the way Viktor was showing him off as if he owned him. Viktor wants to eat him alive.
He gives Jayce a gentle squeeze to the side of his neck before he finally lets go and steps back. Jayce slumps against the wall, breathing hard, and Viktor finally gets the door to Heimerdinger’s lab open.
“Inside,” Viktor says. “Hurry, before she comes back.”
Jayce stumbles in on shaky legs and Viktor hides a smirk at the way he adjusts himself, can see Jayce looking at him, mouth opening and closing like he doesn’t quite know what to say.
“Let’s get to work,” is all Viktor says and he’s pleased to see the way Jayce immediately refocuses, his mind back to the task at hand. So good at following orders, so ready for someone to give them to him. Viktor can’t wait to get him back to his quarters after tonight, if everything works out as it should.
Later, as the enforcers try to open the door, as Viktor slides his cane through the handles, Jayce’s breathing shaky and ragged, he glances over at him. “Steady, Jayce,” Viktor says, when Jayce looks over at Viktor for direction. “You can do this. Crank it!”
Then they’re floating, and Jayce is giggling, looking every bit the young student he is, and Viktor can feel his own mouth stretch into a wide grin, strange and unfamiliar on his face, Jayce’s joy infectious, and Viktor feels younger than he has in years, perhaps even younger than he felt back when he was the same age as Jayce. His cane breaks as the enforcers storm in and there is chaos and confusion and then Mel Medarda again, amused and knowing.
The time for magic has come, indeed.
It’s quiet after everyone leaves, the two of them on steady ground again, Heimerdinger telling them they’ll be addressing the Council tomorrow for what to do next. Viktor leans against a table, his weight on his good leg, and Jayce makes his way over.
“Viktor, this was—I just…I don’t know how to thank you for what you’ve done for me.”
Viktor glances up at him, Jayce’s eyes shining in the blue of the glimmering crystals.
“Well, you could help me home, for starters, since you’re the reason my cane broke,” he says and Jayce blanches, looking over at the broken pieces of it on the floor by the door.
“Oh, I’m so sorry—I—of course!”
Viktor chuckles softly and taps his chest. “What did I say about never asking for permission? Don’t apologize. Hold out your arm for me.”
Jayce holds it out immediately, cheeks pinking when Viktor slides his own through it and leans against him heavily—more heavily than he really needs to, but he’s enjoying the accommodating strength of Jayce’s body, still coltish and gangly but in a way that belies the sturdy frame he’s still growing into.
“Escort me home, Mr. Talis,” he says and he can see Jayce’s ears go red.
The walk back is nice, punctuated by Viktor’s quiet directions and Jayce’s rambling, which Viktor is surprised to find endearing rather than annoying. Everything about Jayce is surprising to him. He wonders what would’ve happened if they’d met in one of the classes Viktor taught rather than like this. Would Jayce have caught his eye then? He thinks so—something about his enthusiasm paired with his intelligence and obsessive desire to solve problems would draw Viktor in.
Would he ask Jayce to come in during office hours to get to know him better? Would he draw Jayce towards him, press him against his desk until Jayce sat on top of it, until his breathing started to go ragged while Viktor told him how brilliant he found his work, his mind, the way he’d try to hide the way his cock would be tenting his pants, but Viktor wouldn’t let him, would press in closer, murmur in his ear that he could keep going if Jayce wanted, that Jayce could touch himself if he wanted to.
So caught up as he is in that fantasy, he’s surprised when they’re suddenly in front of his door, and he gets his keys out, letting them both in.
“Would you like a drink, Jayce?” Viktor asks. “To celebrate our new venture.”
Jayce is looking around the place, clearly curious, but he glances over at Viktor.
“Oh,” he says, cheeks pinking again. He blushes so easily, Viktor thinks, almost hungry as he watches it spread over his face.
“Um, sure? I don’t really drink much.”
“No?” he asks, pulling the vodka out of the freezer. “A young, handsome man like you doesn’t go to student parties every weekend?”
Interestingly, Jayce goes even more red, coughing a little. “N-no, I’m honestly usually working. I don’t really…have many friends.”
Viktor adds ice to Jayce’s drink, and a squeeze of lime and tonic water to soften it. He doesn’t think Jayce will be able to drink it straight. “That surprises me,” he says, slowly making his way over to Jayce, settling next to him on the couch as he hands him his drink.
“Why?” Jayce asks, almost shy, looking at him through his lashes. Oh, sweet, sweet boy, desperate for praise.
“You’re very charming,” he says, watching him blush harder. He holds his glass up.
“Na zdraví,” he says and clinks their glasses together, taking his vodka back like a shot. Jayce mouths the word before he has a sip of his drink, coughing a little at the strength.
“It means cheers,” Viktor says, amused. “Too strong?”
“No, it’s good,” Jayce says hurriedly, having another sip. Viktor pours himself another, nursing this one and watching as Jayce drinks.
He seems to be steeling himself to ask something, and Viktor thinks he knows what it is. He waits, wanting to see what Jayce will say.
“Um. Earlier, when we were breaking in…”
Viktor swirls the vodka around in his mouth.
“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrows.
Jayce’s throat bobs as he swallows hard, having another fortifying sip of the drink.
“You—I—“ He stutters to a stop, swallowing again, and Viktor leans forward.
“Use your words, Mr. Talis,” he says, voice low, and Jayce takes a shaky breath.
“Why did you do that?” he blurts out. “Kiss me, like that.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” Viktor says, raising an eyebrow.
“But you didn’t have to do it…like that.” Jayce hides his face behind the glass as he drinks deeply from it.
Viktor reaches out to pluck the glass from his hand and put it on the coffee table.
“No, I didn’t,” he says, resting a hand on Jayce’s bouncing knee. It stills under his touch. “And I wasn’t going to, until you asked me for it.”
Jayce’s eyes dart up to him, wide. “I didn’t—!”
“Didn’t you?” he says, remembering the way Jayce had gone sweet and pliant against him, the way his mouth had dropped open, beckoning, welcoming. He squeezes Jayce’s knee and Jayce shivers.
He keeps a careful, assessing eye on Jayce’s face. “Do you want me to do it again?”
Jayce ducks his head immediately but Viktor can be patient. He recognizes inexperience when he sees it, and while he usually isn’t interested in that, there’s something about Jayce that makes him want to teach him how good it can be. Something about his stuttering hands and self-conscious movements of his body, like he didn’t grow up handsome and has no idea what to do with it now that he is.
Viktor slides his hand from his knee up to his thigh, resting his fingers on the inside of it. Jayce’s legs shift open easily, automatically, body eager for something his brain hasn’t quite caught up with. Jayce makes a strangled noise and Viktor meets his gaze, smirking when he sees that Jayce is looking at his mouth. He leans forward, closer, and Jayce’s breath hitches.
“Yes or no, Jayce,” he murmurs and Jayce’s breath stutters in his throat.
“Please,” he whispers and Viktor finally seals their mouths together again, cupping his face with his other hand. Jayce surges up against him, eager and messy, and Viktor squeezes the side of his neck, easing him into something slower, licking into his mouth with an easy hum. Jayce is just as hot as he was before, except now Viktor can fully appreciate the way Jayce makes little noises in the back of his throat, soft and bitten off like he can’t help it. Already overwhelmed.
Viktor slides his hand over and up, cupping the impressive bulge over his trousers and Jayce moans loudly into his mouth, hips bucking up at the touch. Viktor breaks the kiss with a grin.
“Let us make our way to a bed,” he says and Jayce breathes shakily, pulling Viktor up with him when he gets up. Usually he wouldn’t let anyone manhandle him like this, but he’s finding Jayce’s clumsy eagerness endearing, and he can’t deny that Jayce gets them to the bedroom faster than Viktor could, especially with Viktor directing.
Viktor shifts out of his grip to shove him onto the bed, and Jayce sits on it easily, gazing up at him. Viktor stands between his spread legs, enjoying looking down at him, and he cups his face with both hands and kisses him again, rapidly becoming addicted to the way Jayce kisses back, his soft lips and sweet little noises. He runs his fingers along the shaved sides of his head, dragging his nails down the nape of his neck and noting the way Jayce shudders hard at that, gasping into Viktor’s mouth.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs and Jayce, already pink from the kissing and touching, goes even more red. Viktor gives him a final deep kiss, amused at the way Jayce tries to chase his mouth when he steps back. “Strip,” he orders, getting to work on his own clothes.
Jayce looks dazed for a moment before he snaps to do what Viktor says, stepping out of his Academy uniform with envious speed. Viktor doesn’t undress fully, just untucking his shirt and leaving it so, and sliding the belt out of his pants. Naked Jayce is a thing of beauty, and his blush does go all the way down his body, stomach still a little soft with childhood fat. He’s slim, all long, coltish limbs—strong arms but a trim waist and narrow hips. His cock is thick and long, and thickening even more under Viktor’s gaze.
Jayce swallows hard and looks away, shy.
“Beautiful,” Viktor tells him, and Jayce’s face reddens but his cock fills out even more. He presses Jayce back down onto the bed, settling between his legs. He strokes those thighs, feeling the muscle twitching under his touch.
“What have you done, Jayce?” he murmurs and Jayce looks up at him, breath shaky. “Have you ever slept with anyone? Woman? Man?”
“Y-yes,” he says, squeaking a little when Viktor drags his nails up his thighs, leaving little red lines. “B-both.”
Viktor hums, moving one hand closer, tracing the trail of hair slowly down. Jayce squirms, shuddering hard.
“And,” he says, loosely circling Jayce’s cock with his fingers. Jayce drops his head back with a moan, hips jerking wildly.
“Have you ever been fucked?” He twists his wrist and Jayce gasps, squirming under him. Viktor strokes him, not tight enough to give him any relief but enough to drive Jayce mad with want. Jayce shudders and moans, trying to keep his body still when Viktor presses his other hand down on his hips after a particularly wild jerk. So trainable, Viktor notes with possessive pleasure.
Viktor lets go of him suddenly and Jayce whines, already desperate.
“Answer my question,” Viktor says.
“I—yes. Yeah. Once,” Jayce says breathily, eyes on Viktor’s hands. Viktor doesn’t touch him again yet.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Jayce finally meets his gaze at that, a renewed blush on his face. He nods slowly.
“Words, Jayce.” He squeezes his hip.
“Yes,” he says, panting. “Y-yes, I. I really liked it.”
Viktor smirks, and he reaches down to curl his fingers around his cock, holding it loosely.
“Tell me about it.”
Jayce gives him a pleading look and Viktor just stares back, unmoved, and Jayce whines a little.
“It was—It was at a party. I. A guy took me home and-and.” He whimpers when Viktor slides a thumb under the foreskin, playing with it.
“Go on.”
“He had me on his bed and it felt so good I didn’t even last,” he gasps, squirming under Viktor. “And he hadn’t come so he kept going and I—“ he whines, embarrassed.
“Oh,” Viktor breathes, so pleased, a bolt of heat running through his body. “Oh, did he fuck you until you came again? Desperate little thing.” Jayce moans, cock twitching in Viktor’s hand.
“How many times can you come in one night, I wonder,” Viktor says, almost clinically, like Jayce is a new experiment to work through. “You’re young still, your recovery time must be quick.”
“Please, Viktor,” Jayce pants. “Please.”
Viktor squeezes his cock. “I haven’t even done anything to you and you’re already begging. I wonder just how far I can push you.”
Jayce whines, shifting his thighs wider and looking up at him through his lashes, almost coy. Viktor’s breath hitches at the sight of him like this, his tanned skin mottled pink, the sparse dark hair covering his body. His lips, bitten pink and swollen by Viktor’s mouth and his own teeth, the golden hazel of his eyes nearly drowned by black pupil.
He lets go of his cock, ignoring Jayce’s bereft whimper, and shifts forward, reaching up to pinch one of his nipples. Jayce makes a strangled noise, his fingers curling in the sheets.
“Oh!” Jayce pants, eyes wide.
Viktor does it again, rubbing one nipple and then the other until Jayce is a shivering, desperate mess under him, his cock beginning to drip precome on his stomach.
“You are so sensitive,” Viktor marvels and Jayce claws at the sheets, eyes huge and dark and pleading. “Has nobody touched you like this?”
Jayce shakes his head and Viktor tsks, unable to believe that nobody could look at Jayce and not see what he can see—a boy so desperately in need of a forceful touch, someone to guide him, to direct him, to drive him out of his mind.
Viktor starts to smirk and Jayce whimpers when he sees the look in Viktor’s eyes, a whimper that turns into a soft cry when Viktor leans down to bite at his chest, nipping meanly at one of his already abused nipples, his fingers twisting the other.
“Viktor, please,” he gasps. “Please!”
Something ugly and possessive is making a home in Viktor, is greedily taking in Jayce’s desperation and is wondering just how much he can push him. Just how much he can ruin Jayce for other people, so that not only will Jayce be tied to him through Hextech but through this as well. As Jayce grows into his gangly body, others will want him, will try for him, but he will have put his mark on Jayce through this, permanent, damning, his.
Jayce keens softly when Viktor finally pulls back, looking down at his handiwork. A steady stream of precome has dried along Jayce’s heaving belly, his nipples red and puffy from Viktor’s mouth. There’s a mark on his shoulder in the shape of Viktor’s teeth, and Jayce looks halfway gone already.
“Jayce,” Viktor murmurs and Jayce’s eyes snap to his, wide and dark. “You are closer—can you reach into my bedside table drawer and get the lube?”
He thrills at how obediently Jayce moves to do what he says, twisting his body to reach into the drawer and draw it out. He looks at Viktor and the visible bulge tenting his pants, and bites his lip, handing it to him.
“No need to be nervous,” Viktor says, running a gentle hand along one trembling thigh. “This is only fun for me if you feel good.”
Jayce lets out a shaky breath. “Are you going to undress too?”
Viktor digs his nails into Jayce’s thigh and Jayce’s breath hitches.
“No, I don’t think so.” His eyes gleam. “I think this does it for you, does it not? You like that I am older than you, more knowledgeable about these things. You like the way this makes me seem more powerful than you.” He leans down, running a thumb along the curve of his neck, watching as Jayce tips his chin up with a shaky sigh.
“Imagine if everyone who saw us in that lab knew what you were letting the dean’s assistant do to you,” he purrs. “The young genius, sleeping his way to the top. I think Councilor Medarda might have some idea.”
Jayce closes his eyes tightly but Viktor can feel the way his cock jerks against his belly, the way his breath goes ragged. “Such ego,” he says, pressing the point of his thumbnail into the skin against the hinge of his jaw. “I felt how hard you were against me when I showed you off to her when she caught us. How she saw you half undone by a simple kiss.”
Jayce’s whine is swallowed by Viktor’s mouth as he kisses him hard, pressing their bodies together, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against Jayce’s naked, sensitive cock. Jayce groans against his mouth, the noise so deep and guttural like it’s been dragged out of him by force, his body jerking under him as his chest rubs against his shirt. Viktor deepens the kiss, purposefully rubbing his clothed body against Jayce’s sensitive, flushed skin, swallowing his keening moans. The kiss is sloppy, Jayce panting wetly against him as he tries to kiss back, uncoordinated but eager, and Viktor biting down on his lower lip to swell it between his teeth. He finally pulls back, just to press biting kisses along his jaw, then down his neck, sinking his teeth into the hollow of his throat to suck a bruising mark.
Viktor might be in his thirties, but he is not immune to the desire to mark a pretty boy up, to make sure everyone knows who he’s been with, and Jayce cries out at the feeling, hips thrusting up, cock rubbing against the zipper of Viktor’s pants.
“C-close,” he gasps and Viktor sits back with a pleased sigh.
“And I haven’t even gotten my fingers in you yet,” he says, giving Jayce’s nipples one final flick that has Jayce keening, eyes unseeing as he tosses his head back. Viktor shifts back and carefully props a pillow under his bad leg, getting himself comfortable. Jayce’s cock is red and his chest heaves, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath, but Viktor barely lets him have that before he’s slowly sliding a slick finger into him, making a pleased noise at the tight clutch of his body.
“O-oh,” Jayce pants, tensing for a moment before he forces his body to relax, his thighs trembling with the effort.
“Good boy,” Viktor says and Jayce’s cock jerks at that, his hips rocking down into Viktor’s finger, trying to get him deeper. “So sweet, so eager,” he purrs and Jayce moans, flushing hotly at the praise.
“You’re so close now, I think you can come from just my fingers,” Viktor breathes, adding a second one alongside the first and pressing them into Jayce’s body. He curls his fingers, pressing them into that bundle of nerves that makes Jayce moan, nearly drooling, his cock leaking heavily against his belly. “You’re so wet it’s incredible you haven’t come yet, with the amount already on your stomach,” Viktor says, twisting his fingers cruelly inside him, unrelenting as he listens to Jayce’s breathy little ah, ah noises. “Almost like a woman,” he muses, mostly to himself, and he is actually surprised when Jayce’s body jerks at that, his body clenching around his fingers and his hands grasping at the sheets in an effort to hold himself together. Interesting.
“Oh,” he says, shocked at the low tenor of his voice, how rough and deep it’s gone. “Oh, you liked that, did you? Pretty boy like you likes being told how wet he gets? How I could just slide right into you if you were a pretty girl, hmm? So wet and desperate for me.” He adds a third finger as Jayce writhes, his cheeks flushed hot with what he’s sure is a mix of arousal and embarrassment. As if Viktor isn’t blindingly aroused by the state Jayce is in. He presses his fingers to Jayce’s prostate and says, “Such a pretty little thing you are. You’d look so sweet in a skirt, so easy for me to access when we start working together in our own lab.”
Jayce makes a choked noise at that and comes suddenly, his hips jerking and his body clenching around Viktor’s fingers. Viktor watches in awe as he spills all over his stomach and even up to his chin. Viktor hisses out a breath, his own arousal catching up to him with a vengeance and he doesn’t let Jayce rest, working him open as he’s coming down from the orgasm, his body shuddering and oversensitive but still so, so eager. Viktor can’t even believe this boy.
“Hands on the headboard,” Viktor commands and Jayce complies immediately, another head rush, as Viktor slides his fingers out and slicks himself up, then pushes into Jayce’s orgasm-relaxed body. Jayce lets out a warbling cry, high-pitched and needy, and he can see tears forming at the corner of his eyes, his mouth open and wet.
“Doing so well,” Viktor rasps, barely in control of himself at this point. “Taking me so perfectly.” Jayce keens as Viktor bottoms out, his toes curling and soft cock twitching valiantly, and Viktor groans, planting his hands on either side of Jayce’s body to prop himself up, Jayce so tight and hot around him that he needs a moment to pull himself together.
“V-Vik—“ Jayce hiccups and Viktor looks down at him, at the way his cock is buried into Jayce’s body, the way Jayce is clenching and unclenching around him, like he’s trying to draw Viktor in deeper. Viktor hears himself snarl at that, animalistic and possessive, and he starts to fuck him in earnest, rocking in and out of Jayce’s body like he owns it. Jayce arches his back with a soft cry, his cock starting to harden.
“Ah,” he pants, dazed. “So f-full.”
Viktor groans at that, thrusting harder into him, and Jayce keens, tossing his head to bare his throat, tanned skin gleaming with sweat, the bite mark already darkening against his skin. Viktor leans down to kiss him again, though it’s mostly just the two of them panting in each other’s mouths, Jayce making soft, almost hurt noises as tears begin to run down his cheeks.
Viktor makes a frustrated noise when he feels his hip begin to hurt beyond a faint ache and he shifts back, an idea forming in his mind.
“Jayce,” he says and Jayce looks at him, his gaze soft and unfocused and fuck, Viktor thinks, he’s so beautiful. “My hip is, eh,” Viktor gestures to the damaged muscle along his thigh. Jayce whines a little as Viktor pulls out but Viktor nudges at his hip.
“Turn around, on all fours.” He watches as Jayce scrambles to coordinate his trembling limbs but he gets there eventually, on his forearms and knees with his legs spread, cock hanging wet and dripping between them, balls heavy and full. Viktor breathes hard at the sight and Jayce peeks back at him, eyes wide and wet as he tries to press back.
“Easy,” Viktor says, squeezing his hip. As he pushes inside, Jayce groans loudly, and like this Viktor can rest against Jayce’s body, use him to help ease the weight on his damaged hip. Jayce easily takes his weight, trembling under him, and Viktor smothers a groan against the notches of Jayce’s spine, this angle getting him even deeper inside of Jayce’s body. They both moan in unison, Jayce grasping at a pillow as Viktor starts to move again, biting down hard to muffle his loud cries. The wet sound of their skin slapping together seems to rile Jayce up even more, and like this Viktor can see the dimples above the curve of his ass, the way his dark hair sticks to the back of his neck, damp with sweat.
He wants to sink his teeth there, shake him by the scruff like he’s a wolf pup who wandered too far from home. He wants to taste the salt there, to hold him down into the mattress with his hand there, and he realizes he can, plasters himself against Jayce’s body and curls his hand around the nape of his neck and keeps him there, listening to his increasingly desperate cries as Viktor chases his own pleasure. With his other hand, he reaches down and grasps Jayce’s cock, so wet it’s almost too slippery to hold, and he feels the way Jayce almost collapses at the direct stimulation.
“You’re so wet,” Viktor says again, all mindless arousal, barely able to make a coherent sentence as Jayce wails, clenching so hard around him that Viktor suddenly comes, spilling inside him with a grunt.
He breathes hard, the full weight of his body leaning on Jayce, against his thighs and back, and he can feel Jayce shaking under him, soft hurt whines falling from his mouth as he leaks all over Viktor’s fingers and down to the sheets.
“Making a mess,” Viktor says hoarsely, finally stroking him in earnest, and it isn’t long before Jayce comes with a shivery sigh, this orgasm slower and quieter than the last. “Next time,” Viktor says, working him through it. “I’ll make you come on my mouth, eat you out until you cry like the pretty little thing you are,” and Jayce gasps at that, his body shuddering almost as if another orgasm, right on the heels of the last one, works through him, triggered by Viktor’s words.
Viktor smears his mouth against his shoulder before he carefully pulls out of him, and Jayce collapses to his side, breathing hard. Viktor settles next to him but uses his clean hand to run a thumb along his lower lip, and when Jayce so easily opens his mouth at that, Viktor presses his other fingers to Jayce’s mouth.
“Clean up your mess,” he commands and Jayce shivers, obediently licking Viktor’s hand clean of Jayce’s own come.
When he’s done, Viktor slides his hand into Jayce’s dark, sweat-damp hair, and Jayce’s eyes flutter open, the gold-hazel of them glimmering and bright. Viktor gazes at him, curling his fingers along Jayce’s scalp and watching the way Jayce’s eyelashes flutter but never close, the way Jayce can’t stop looking at him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, using the grip on his hair to tip his head back, showing off the bite marks along his neck and collarbone. Jayce makes a soft noise, trembling a little, and Viktor moves his hand down to cup his cheek. Jayce looks so young like this, turning his head into Viktor’s hand trustingly, stripped of all his ego and pretense, a boy on the brink of adulthood, and Viktor, drawn to the brilliance of his mind, the naivety of his optimism, the boldness of his claims.
“Rest,” Viktor murmurs and Jayce lets out a shuddering sigh, his entire body boneless.
“Did—“ Jayce clears his throat, voice cracking and ruined, and Viktor feels heat diffuse through his body at it. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Viktor asks, stroking a thumb along the curve of his cheekbone, the soft stubble there.
“About…the lab. And the…” His cheeks flush sweetly, and Viktor marvels at how he can still be embarrassed when he’s naked and fucked out in Viktor’s bed. He takes a deep breath. “And the skirt.”
Surprise and heat run through him simultaneously and he laughs, feeling it deep in his chest. Jayce, already surprising him.
“I suppose you’ll see, Jayce,” he says, tracing the flush on his cheek with his thumb. “Rest for now. We can discuss more tomorrow.” Jayce huffs softly but his eyes droop closed, and he nuzzles Viktor’s palm.
Viktor might ruin him, if he’s not careful. And for some reason, this boy, this young man who wants to make magic out of science, who wants desperately to do good in the world with it—this boy makes him want to be careful.