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7:30 AM

It had been a stupid bet to make. 

These days, Jayce’s computer did the heavy lifting, crunching millions of numbers a day for his research with just a few keystroke commands. He hadn’t worked out a list of integrals by hand in the two years since he finished his math credit requirements, but neither had Viktor, so he had thought that meant he stood a chance. 

Nope! That was before he had realized trig substitutions had vanished from his brain at the end of his coursework along with every other math trick needed to win – a Jayce problem only, apparently.  

Still, it wasn’t clear just how stupid the bet was until he saw the barely-contained, sadistic excitement in Viktor’s eye when he emerged from their bedroom on reckoning day and sat down at the table.

“Eat your breakfast before you go ruining my day, huh?” Jayce said, pushing a pre-jammed english muffin in Viktor’s direction. 

“You don’t even know what I have chosen yet.” When Viktor reached out for the plate, the stretched-out collar of Jayce’s t-shirt slipped to reveal a slice of his collarbone that almost made it hard to hate him. Before the food met his mouth, he paused with a smile that made it a little easier. “Perhaps you will like it.” Crunch. 

The prize was simple: next time the loser has to present at lab meeting, the winner picks what they wear for the day. Simple! Fun! Back when he’d had naive hope, Jayce had considered what getup he’d put Viktor in. Clown costume with a matching red nose. Maybe an 80’s prom dress. A sexy firefighter outfit (later, in the bedroom, just for Jayce). Things that would be fun — for him. 

Now he feared that whatever he’d thought of, Viktor had too, and then some. 

“Something tells me I won’t.” 

A stare down ensued, though winning it still wouldn’t make Jayce a winner today. 

“I’ve laid it out for you on the bed,” Viktor finally said. “You are free to wear anything you would like with it.” 

Jayce’s eyebrows shot up. 

“It’s not a full outfit?” 

Viktor shook his head once. “It is not a full outfit–” he grinned with his mug pressed between his palms, “unless you would like it to be.”  

7:38 AM

Jayce would not like it to be. 

Standing at the foot of the bed, his jaw was firmly on the floor if not burrowing into the Earth’s crust. He turned to look through the door and down the hallway as if he could see Viktor from here (he couldn’t) but instead caught his own face in the mirror over his dresser. Bug eyes and an alarming shade of red greeted him, and he struggled to force his gaze back to the only item on the bed. 

Jayce had never seen underwear so beautiful in person. So expensive looking. Cobalt blue, they were almost entirely sheer with shiny ribbon edges and small panels of a more ornate floral lace on each side at the front. Another ribbon ran up the very center, and at the top was a darling little bow. 

The fabric was delicate, catching against his rough fingers as he flipped them over to reveal what he suspected from afar: they were assless.

Jayce pulled his hand away, sheepish, like the panties were a frightened animal or a flight risk. One of them surely was. He bit at a hangnail and stared down at them for far more time than he had to waste. 

7:53 AM

Viktor was good at many things, but estimating Jayce’s size in women’s lingerie was maybe not one of them. Or maybe he was way too good at it. Either way, they barely fit. 

At this rate they weren’t going to make the train, but Jayce just couldn’t bring himself to put on the rest of his clothes. Instead, he shuffled back and forth in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, taking in the sight of himself.  

The scalloped ribbon edges cut deep into his skin at the sides of his hips and the seam of his groin. Bikini cut really wasn’t enough to contain him; his cock pointed upward and pressed tight against the front panel, lace straining to conceal a bulge far larger than intended by the designer (and only getting worse the more he stared at himself.)

When he turned around, well, that’s when things got really tight in the front. The open back was obscene. Daily workouts had given him a well-earned ass, here on display and pushed up to the max; simple ribbon supports ran down the outside of his cheeks and crossed beneath the swell to meet beneath his balls. When he dared to bend over and look over his shoulder, there was nothing blocking the view of his hole but a little hair and thick, tense air. 

Could he really wear this in public? It would be outrageous – shame-inducing in a way that already had his intestines weaving into a set of intricate knots. 

But also it felt… nice. Special and expensive. Sexy. Viktor had picked it out with him in mind, probably put a lot of thought into what would suit him best and then spent his hard earned money on it.

Plus, think of all the more outwardly embarrassing choices he could have made. 

Also, Jayce would never live it down if he backed out now. 

8:07 AM

No one really dressed up for weekly lab meeting. It wasn’t a big deal, but it was often the first time Heimerdinger got to really see (and criticize) the work they’d been doing since the last rotation of updates, and sometimes that took a little courage. Given that he’d strayed a little (a lot) from the agreed upon research plan and had to break the news, Jayce would’ve benefitted from a confidence booster today regardless, but now he also felt obligated to put on something befitting the layer beneath. 

He’d chosen a crisp button up, one of the few he owned that could accommodate the size of his broad chest and not-so-broad waist without any embarrassing pulling at the buttons, and a pair of charcoal slacks that he’d sprung for tailoring on. He usually only wore them to conferences but what the hell, big day. 

The door opened as Jayce was tucking the backside of his shirt into his waistband. He looked over his shoulder, found himself somehow hotter in the face at the sight of Viktor’s smirk, and quickly turned back around to work at the sides of his hips. 

“We are going to be late, you know,” Viktor said to the back of his head, though the tap of his cane wasn’t rushed as it circled around him like a shark. With no hesitation, his long fingers tugged at the fabric half tucked in behind Jayce’s fly. 

“We’ll be later, if you…” Jayce trailed off. 

They both stared down at the cute little bow so out of place, nestled against the dark hair of his happy trail. It was like seeing it for the first time again, goldfish memory making Jayce’s mouth run dry. Viktor traced it, too gentle, with his finger and sent a shiver down Jayce’s spine, then all at once pulled away. 

“I know,” he said, tossing a hand as he turned toward his closet. “Carry on.” 

9:05 AM

If you weren’t ten minutes early to seminar, you were late, which meant Click-Clack-Cane Viktor and Inexplicably-Walking-a-Little-Weird Magoo had to trek all the way to the front of the lecture room and sit in the front row after the talk had already started. 

The last seat on the over-crowded late train had gone to Viktor, so when Jayce sank down into the hard, plastic chair for the first time, he suddenly understood that he had a new problem: the leg holes of the panties dug hard into the skin at the top of his thighs, as did the ribbons stretched around the outsides of his asscheeks. 

On reflex, his body tried to plank and get away from it. The best he could do was lean out toward the aisle on his right, and stretch the opposite leg into Viktor’s space beside him – barely a relief at all. His chair made a horrific noise as it slid across the floor from the strength of his flailing. A snicker came from his left, all of it audible enough that the speaker’s pacing and lecture came to a halt in front of his toes. 

“Are you alright?” 

Jayce hadn’t had much time to notice yet, but Dr. Chapman was a severe looking woman – suit pristine, blonde hair in a bun so tight she wouldn’t need a facelift for decades. She looked like the kind of person who wouldn’t find Jayce’s predicament funny or interesting, concerned in the most judgemental way possible, and only when that registered with Jayce did he realize that his weirdness must have been projecting beyond his and Viktor’s bubble. 

A panicked look around the room found the majority of the department’s attention on him – him in his women’s panties, exposed and frozen. Viktor looked at nothing in particular, a quaint smile on his face and a halo over his head. 

“Yeah, yep, I'm good,” Jayce stammered. The blood supply to his legs took the L as he forced himself into the sitting position expected of a human adult. 

“Let me know if you’d like to give the lecture instead.”

With a lasting raised eyebrow, she stepped away and resumed her talk. On any other day, Jayce really would have been excited to learn about semiconductor quantum dots. 

10:30 AM 

“$175?!” Jayce shoved his phone bearing the Agent Provocateur website into Viktor‘s pleased face as if this would be news to him too. “That’s like…” His eyes went to the popcorn ceiling of their messy, shared office as he did the mental math, “8% of your monthly paycheck!” 

“Maybe so, but I personally think it was worth it.”

Jayce leaned back in his chair, put his hand over his forehead, and squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation. The urge to plank was still strong. The other grad students that shared the office had left for class, leaving the two of them (thankfully) alone.

“If you’re really worried about the money,” Viktor said, joke evident in his too-serious voice, “perhaps we could sell them on the Internet afterward – there’s always some old pervert willing to buy-” 

The door to the office flew open and Jayce nearly jumped out of his panties and skin alike. 

“Hello, boys!” 

“Hi!” Jayce yelped. 

“Hello,” Viktor said in his easy drawl, turning in his spinny chair to face the slight man that stood in the doorway. 

“Excellent talk this morning, don’t you think?” Heimerdinger beamed. The general grumble of agreement didn’t seem to faze him. “I hope you have some more questions ready because I have just learned that we are responsible for taking our dear speaker out for dinner tonight.” 

Today of all days. Jayce somehow became even more aware of the expensive lace laid over his cock, the distinct lack of it over his ass. The slow turn of Viktor’s face toward him brought with it the smug smile and high eyebrows that, while not unexpected, were unwelcome. 

“How very exciting,” he said, basking in it, “right, Jayce?” 

Jayce pressed his lips tight together and forced a breath from his nose before meeting Heimerdinger’s eye. “Very exciting.” 

“I thought so as well!” A quick glance at his watch had Heimerdinger in shock. Coffee sloshed out of his cup and onto the floor with a splat. “I’m late – gotta run!” 

As quick as he appeared, he was gone, leaving the door open in his stead. Viktor nearly tipped his chair over sideways, stretching out to push it closed with the very tips of his fingers.

“It makes no difference,” he said nonchalantly as he returned to his desk and turned his attention back to the pile of homeworks he had been grading. “I didn’t intend to let you take them off until long after dinner at home, either.” 

11:08 AM

The 9th floor bathroom was today’s hottest club, apparently. Any urinal choice would force Jayce to stand next to another man, his secret revealed. That horrifying thought carried him to the stall to piss in privacy. 

1:02 PM

“Your slides are ready?”

Lab meeting wasn’t for another three hours and Jayce was regretting being prepared enough to have nothing to do, nothing to take his mind off of what was in his pants. The texture and fit were bothering him a little less now, but each bit of vacated brain space was quickly flooded by less safe for work thoughts of the way he’d looked in the mirror this morning, why Viktor had chosen this specific pair, or what would happen when they finally made it home tonight. 

The result of it all was an anxiety riddled mess. 

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing to do but wait and I guess,” he capped the marker in his hand and tossed it into the trash to join six others, “test all these old dry erase markers.”  

Viktor gave it some thought – a suspiciously small amount. He looked suspiciously cute doing it. 

“Your knee would probably appreciate it if you didn’t skip another day at the gym.” 

Unfortunately, he was correct. Jayce groaned. 

With a glance down at his knee, he considered whether he deserved a pass for the day – the panties, the lab meeting, the lackluster library cafe sandwich he just ate for lunch. Whatever excuse he came up with, he would bet the miniscule amount of money in his bank account that it wouldn’t be enough to convince Viktor otherwise. Again, he was right. 

He eyed the duffel bag stowed under his desk with his gym clothes and knee brace. There was another pair of underwear in there – clean, if he remembered right – but it wasn’t in the spirit of the day to use them. He didn’t even ask before he left.

1:57 PM 

So many sweaty, grunting men at the gym and none of them knew how securely the pretty blue lace held Jayce’s balls tight against him while he got his reps in on the leg press machine. 

2:34 PM 

There were few things more out of place in the world than Viktor in a locker room, but there he was, waiting on the bench, when Jayce turned the corner – frighteningly suspect, like someone with a reason. With his leg crossed at the knee and his wrist dangling over his cane, he faced the entrance as if he already knew who the next person to walk through the door would be. A sly grin slid across his face at Jayce’s shock. 

“Vik- what-” 

A nervous need to wipe the sweat from his upper lip with the neck of his t-shirt must have revealed a quick peek of Jayce’s abs, maybe even cobalt blue; Viktor’s face flashed hot and hungry. Jayce was still trying to reconcile his presence in the sweaty, over-deodorized space when he silently stood, turned, and walked away. 

“Come with me,” he tossed out. 

Like a puppy, Jayce followed several steps behind, back through the lockers and down the hall to the school-spirited, eyesore of a blue and yellow bathroom. Stepping into the handicap stall at the very end, he found Viktor leaning his back into the wall beside the toilet, gaze lingering over Jayce’s post-workout self. He set his cane aside as if he planned to stay awhile. 

“Close the door, Jayce.” 

Locking the door felt akin to choosing to close yourself into the tiger’s cage at the zoo – not with the one that was agitated and pacing, the obvious threat, but the one that sat still at the opposite end, flicking its tail and pretending it was about to honor the space between you. 

Though it was a shock to find him at the gym, it was no surprise what the tiger wanted. 

“Let me see them.” 

There were a lot of people out there, their bags waiting in the locker room. There was also a distinct lack of doors between here and there, or much of anything to act as soundproofing. 

“Now?” Jayce said. Viktor nodded once. “Don’t you wanna wait until we’re somewhere less-” Jayce tried to say, but he trailed off as Viktor pushed off the wall and took a few unsteady steps to meet him at the other end of the stall. Head tilted back, Viktor brought their lips to nearly touch.

“I don’t want to wait,” he said calmly, staring Jayce in the eye. “I want to see them now.” 

Jayce swallowed hard, wavering, leaning onto the balls of his feet just far enough that their lips brushed together. He tried to chase it for a kiss, but there was already no one to receive it. Slowly backing up until he met tile, Viktor braced himself on the grab bar at his back and smiled too kindly. 

Nodding mostly to himself, Jayce slid his thumbs into the waistband of his joggers and pushed them to where they naturally hung, caught on his knee brace at the bottom half of his thigh. He dragged the bottom edge of his t-shirt up over his stomach before belatedly realizing it was only going to fall back down and tearing it off all together. It was dangling over the grab bar at his side before he dared to peer up at his audience, breath trapped in his lungs.  

All the confidence Jayce lacked seemed to have fled to Viktor instead. He took Jayce in, self-assured and focused in on his weakness as if nothing could tear him away. Like he loved it. 

Jayce looked down, too, at his cock pressed into the fabric, straining and growing in real time. The dark hair spilling out around the edges. From where he stood, Viktor likely couldn’t tell just how much his balls were spilling out the sides and back where the wearer’s cunt was supposed to be but they were. 

The acid in his stomach was a concoction of ego and shame, ratio unclear. 

“Turn around, please?” Viktor questioned lightly though they both knew it wasn’t a question at all. Sneakers scuffs echoed through the empty space as Jayce shuffled around in little staccato steps, followed by a short hum of approval. “And bend over.” 

Though it made his chest go tight, Jayce stooped over with no question, shifting his weight and planting his palms on the wall. The best view, for Viktor. 

Extended silence settled heavy in the stall, thickening the air in Jayce’s throat. The sound of a zipper interrupted the quiet, and a switch flipped in Jayce’s mind, the gauge shifting away from worry into arousal. Knees bent, his thighs shook; let's blame it on the recent workout. 

“Turn back.” 

It wasn’t hard to guess what he’d find, but Jayce nearly choked regardless; Viktor, pants hanging low on his hips, was silently sliding his fist over his cock. Already hard and dark with a shine at the tip, clearly he’d had a head start before Jayce even made it to the locker room. 

At the least, that meant he’d been thinking about Jayce in his absence, thinking about him sweating at the gym in women’s panties. Thinking about the power he held over Jayce to make it so. At most, it meant he’d been touching himself before he left their office. Either way, the need to be on him, for Jayce to drop to his knees and take care of him, swelled hard and fast in his core. 

“Vik- Jesus Christ-” he said, though before he could act on his own desire, Viktor cut him off.

“Stay there, please,” he drawled with a knowing smile. All the movement drained from Jayce’s body. 

So they stood in silence in the gym bathroom, Viktor with his head leaned back into the wall, looking down the perilous slope of his nose and jerking himself off without apology, and Jayce watching it happen. 

The possessive blanket of Viktor’s gaze spread over Jayce, physical and distracting in the best way. The longer they stood there, the more it began to suffocate Jayce’s concerns about where they were and what he was wearing and who he was, slowly starving his worries of oxygen until the only thing left was the kind of viscous arousal that loosened his joints and melted through the tension in his bones. 

The quiet, enclosed space made it easier for Jayce to find his focus. He settled into his oft reprised part, letting himself become the object of Viktor’s desire. His hands found each other behind his back, his thighs and abs flexed to show off the muscles he knew Viktor liked to run his eyes and hands over so much. He looked Viktor right in his gorgeous eyes and was rewarded.  

“I knew you’d look incredible,” Viktor said, a little heavy in his breathing, “but this is really something.”  

Praise was a proven path to Jayce’s submission and today was no different. His cheeks flushed and his panties were the tightest they’d been yet with the head of his cock trying its best to break free from the top scalloped waistband. He was grasping at words to reply with when a new set of footsteps entered the bathroom and closed the door a few stalls down. 

Jayce froze, too exposed and too aroused. His eyes opened so wide they could have fallen out of his skull. An alarm blared in whatever high altitude headspace he’d been able to find, and tension filled his still muscles with the screaming need to move. Viktor must have seen it because his free hand raised a single finger. 

Don’t move. 

So Jayce didn’t, and Viktor kept jerking off. 

Somehow, Viktor was still so calm, leaned against the wall and emanating the kind of cool-headed power that kept Jayce coming back to lay himself at his feet every time. In less extreme conditions, he always made it feel like they were the only two people on the planet, though that was a tall order today. 

No matter what he did, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the guy was standing right next to him, watching him. 

A few seconds of accidental audio blared from a few stalls down before the man muted whatever app he’d opened and Jayce jumped like he’d heard a gunshot. He was aware that he was fidgeting, though mostly by the tiny changes to Viktor’s demeanor: the little twist in the front of one brow, the narrowing of his eyes, the coincident quiet sigh and tilt of his head. It only made it harder to stand still. 

But as much as he worried, the lace and ribbon were tighter than ever. The potential for humiliation had doubled when he entered, but the thrill of potentially being caught quadrupled. Viktor felt it too, the danger; a matching wild spark kept their eyes locked together.  

When the toilet flushed and the lock slid open, Jayce couldn’t find the will to exhale. The water flowed at the sink and the repetitive rhythm of the paper towel dispenser rang out, though there was a pause before the tear, like the man was distracted by his face in the mirror or a text or maybe he had x-ray vision and had finally noticed the perverts in the corner and the jig was finally up-

Jayce fell victim to his own unconscious thought. He reached forward and palmed himself through his panties, and long awaited pleasure burst out from his center. 

“I can’t see when you do that.” Viktor’s voice was shocking, out of nowhere. “Don’t touch yourself.” 

A pathetic whimper-sigh fell from Jayce’s lips, and only when he registered the new look of smug satisfaction on Viktor’s face did he realize the mistake he’d made to cause it. 

The crinkle of paper towel in use had abruptly stopped at the sound of Viktor’s voice, putting Jayce’s unmistakeable moan on the bathroom’s center-stage. The muscles in Jayce’s jaw clamped so tight that it hurt. His feet were definitely visible beneath the door, standing oddly still in the empty end of the stall. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together, but maybe… 

“Get a fuckin’ room,” a disembodied voice said. 

Well, it was a nice thought. Doppler footsteps signalled the voice’s departure around the corner and out of the bathroom. 

“Vik,” Jayce pleaded at the lowest volume he could muster with his fists flexing uselessly at his sides.  

“Shhh.” Viktor pushed off the wall and met Jayce where he stood. He never stopped stroking himself. His eyes sparkled, looking up at Jayce through his eyelashes. “Keep your hands where they are, be good.”

Viktor’s free hand wandered forward to cradle Jayce’s balls and a hundred dollars worth of lace from beneath, then run the very tips of his fingers appreciatively up over the length of Jayce’s bulge to where the tip of his cock was held beside the little bow. It was so gentle that it was violent. Jayce strongly considered punching through the wall beside him but settled for digging half-moons into his palms. 

“It barely holds all of you in,” Viktor said plainly. A wave of weakness washed down Jayce’s spine. Licking his lips, he wobbled a nod. 

Viktor’s wrist was working harder now than it was at the start, as were Jayce’s lungs. Retracted, he wasn’t touching Jayce any longer. He’d put measly space between them, and nothing about the way he stared down at the lace said that he planned to change anything about that. 

The reality of what was happening began to set in.

“Wait, don’t make me wait- please touch me again.” 

“You will be fine,” Viktor said. As if in consolation, his fingers were ghosts over the ribbon at Jayce’s hip bone, but really, it was just for him. “We don’t have much time.” 

“We do-”

Their height difference was diminished with Jayce slumping in defeat, but Viktor still looked up at him with an easy smile. A war between bright-eyed amusement and heavy arousal played out over his eyelids. 

“You know it does not change my mind when you beg.” 

Jayce did know, but it never stopped him from trying, nor did it really mean he wanted Viktor to change course. Viktor always knew that better than he did. 

“Pull your panties down.” Viktor turned his attention back to the lace. He drooled a long line of spit down into his hand and started stroking himself twice as fast. An intoxicating sigh fell out of him.  

Releasing the tension that white knuckled his fists, Jayce fumbled his thumbs beneath the ribbon and worked his panties down until they rested open between his thighs over his pants. He could barely see them; his cock had burst out at the first taste of freedom, slapping down and into the way of Viktor’s hand at work, though Viktor didn’t seem to want to step back either. 

They both watched the way they knocked together, Viktor sliding fast from root to tip while Jayce was denied anything but the accidental lick of pleasure. Each brief contact, every few strokes, Jayce was closer to coming almost untouched. He wanted so badly to be a good boy. Panic began to swallow him whole. 

“Vik, I’m gonna- careful-” 

“Hold it out of my way.” 

Fumbling, Jayce lifted his cock toward his hip, lightning shooting up through his shaft where his fingers made the least contact they could. 

Viktor let out a deep groan, jaw dropping and brow furrowing. 

On his tiptoes, he pushed himself further into Jayce’s space, angling to shoot his load down into what it didn’t take eyes to see was the front panel of his panties. Jayce canted his hips forward to watch as best he could, hypnotized and out of his mind with the need to follow himself, but what little he could see was blocked when Viktor’s forehead head planted into his sweat-tacky chest in the final moments. Like a good boy, Jayce let it all happen. 

When Viktor pulled back, he surveyed his handiwork, clearly proud of what he found. 

“Stay,” he said, digging into the pocket of his sagging pants for his phone. Aiming the lens at the space between Jayce’s thighs, he tapped his thumb a couple times, then took a few more, zoomed out, before putting his phone away. 

Maybe it was recency bias, but Jayce had never needed to come more in his life. 

With a couple of rough tugs, Viktor pulled Jayce’s panties back up over his hips, crooked and incomplete. Jayce gritted his teeth and summoned the last of his will to keep it together as cum coated his hypersensitive skin. It glued him to the fabric and seeped out through the pattern in the lace when Jayce bent over to look. Every ounce of blood in his body had to be under there; he thought he was going to pass out. 

“Good boy.” Smiling, Viktor patted him on the chest. “Better go get changed, hm?” 

3:22 PM 

Every person in the room had to know his panties were full of Viktor’s cum – that there were any panties beneath his pristine slacks at all.

The lab’s members were scattered around the long conference room table and the lights were low, but each time Jayce stepped into the projector’s path to point to his slides, the light illuminated him from the thigh up. Again, everyone probably gained x-ray vision from some freak lab accident today, neglected boner and lace for all to see. 

They had to know. 

“So the, uh, benefit of the Markov Chain is that we’re able to estimate the parameters without knowing the true value. We just have to solve the equations, like, millions of times and let it search until we can be sure it’s found,” he pointed to the most dramatic dip in the squiggly, largely horizontal line graph on the screen, “this minimum energy solution.” 

Running his fingers through his hair, Viktor’s other hand raised slowly. Jayce gave him a half-hearted point.

“Can I get trapped in your little hole there?” 

Jayce sputtered. “My what?” 

“Your little hole,” Viktor repeated, pointing to the other dip in the line that didn’t fall nearly as far. “Not the energy minimum, but another low energy solution. Can it get stuck there during the search?” 

Heat rushed to Jayce’s face. On a regular day, he might’ve glared at Viktor, but all he could muster today was a blank stare and a gaping mouth, horny at the wheel. Viktor was the one who taught him how to do this method; the little shit knew what he was doing, though no one else seemed to. Heimerdinger, oblivious as ever, looked to him with excitement for the honest answer. 

“Yeah,” Jayce tried to literally shake it off, “that’s where parallel tempering comes in: two or more chains at the same time with varying temperatures so you don’t get stuck in any… little holes.” His weight shifted uncomfortably side-to side, trying to find relief from the ribbon cutting into the underside of his asscheeks as he spoke. “That or increase the number of iterations – theoretically, somewhere before solving it infinite times, you’ll always escape.”

Viktor hummed as if he was processing new information. The look on his face said he thought he could easily stay in Jayce’s little hole for longer than forever. 

5:57 PM

Soft jazz played in the relatively desolate hotel lobby. The elevator dinged beside them. Only Viktor seemed to notice. 

“You are not usually one to complain about a free meal.” 

“Yeah, well I’m not usually wearing lacy-”

The doors opened and Dr. Chapman nearly walked into her dinner escorts in wait. 

“It’s you,” she said, bringing her heels together with a click. Her owl eyes blinked up at Jayce’s face a good foot above her own. Seeming to remember that there had been two men at the scene of the crime against her, she scanned them both up and down in a matter of seconds before her gaze settled on Viktor. “You need to keep a tighter leash on him,” she said matter-of-factly, tossing her thumb at Jayce. 

In an attempt to take the joke in stride, Jayce tried to laugh, but the muscles in his mouth wouldn’t draw a smile, and a death throe of a chuckle stumbled out. He probably looked like he was having a stroke. Viktor’s genuine grin made up for it, though it was at Jayce’s expense. 

“You do not know the half of it.” 

7:51 PM 

It felt like 14 hours had passed since they’d ordered their food but the universe was really committed to the bit, making Jayce suffer through an hour and a half of beer and table bread with no entrees in sight. 

“You know, over in microbiology, they’re teaching a beer class for the senior students,” Heimerdinger said as the waitress set down the second round of drinks. “They even convinced their department chair to write off the brewing materials as educational expenses.”

“Is that so?” Dr. Chapman said. “Think my department would fall for that, too?”

One beer seemed to have chilled her out considerably, less uptight but still sharp as a tack; she noticed when Viktor flashed Jayce a look that they both easily read as, “they might like you better if they did.” 

“The relevance to physics would certainly take some additional convincing!” Heimerdinger said, but Dr. Chapman had already moved on. She eyed Viktor with suspicion. 

“These two seem like trouble.” 

Where Jayce’s baseline anxiety was too high to have someone forcing the table’s attention on him, Viktor simply ripped another piece from the crusty bread on his plate and tossed it into his mouth. 

“From time to time, yes.” Heimerdinger turned to Jayce. “Speaking of, why were you late today? You’re never late!” 

Jayce’s darting eyes probably didn’t help their case, but Viktor’s newly-interested caricature of a smile distracted everyone from how, suddenly, long fingers were sliding over the top of Jayce’s thigh beneath the table – everyone but Jayce. He jolted, flushed and wide-eyed, and while it did attract the attention of their guest, Viktor remained unbothered.

“We were unable to catch our typical train today,” Viktor said. Clutched at the wrist in Jayce’s grasp, the hand continued to climb, skimming up until it nearly ran into his cock crammed sideways in his panties. “It was a bit of a weird morning.” 

“I see,” Heimerdinger said, predictably unaware. “The delays can be horrible. You know, last week a friend of a friend told me that they were on the six o’clock train around the downtown area and there was an incredible confluence of events – truly cosmic levels of bad luck – that had the-” 

Jayce wasn’t listening anymore. His boss was talking to him in a restaurant and an important scholar in his field was watching and he was in women’s underwear with his sadist boyfriend’s fingers scratching his blunt fingernails over his cock. He was holding it there. 

The sound of his brain backfiring was deafening, and the gaze of the woman across the table made it seem like she could hear it too, even if she didn’t know why. Panic and shame clutched Jayce’s lungs. Arousal filled his gut. Pretty soon, his erection would be visible through his pants if it wasn’t already too late. 

Without any real thought, he stood up. 

“I have to use the restroom,” he announced over Heimerdinger’s still unfurling story. Trying and failing to be normal, he tripped over the leg of his chair as he walked away. 

The empty bathroom was cooler than the dining room. It chilled him out, palms leaned into the heat sink counter. He was so close to ending the day, he could almost taste it – it being whatever Viktor wanted him to have when they got home. Another hour or two of Viktor teasing him, of hiding it from other people. 

Another hour or two. 

If he was already in the bathroom, he should probably use it. Expecting his feet to take him to the stall, he found himself hesitating. The thought passed his mind: this was maybe the last chance to take the risk of being seen… if he wanted it. 

Maybe he was tired of the shame, worn down from worry, or maybe his shame was dying out all together in the final hour, revealing how he really felt. 

He wasn’t ready to think too hard about it. 

At the urinal closest to the door, a thrill he didn’t recognize shot through him as he opened his fly and allowed his pants to sag past where the ribbons ran down over his skin. They were undoubtedly the loudest item in the drab grey bathroom, the first thing a stranger’s eye would fly to if they ventured through the door. Embarrassment would be unavoidable.  

He gently pushed his panties aside and let his cock fall free. As he aimed, the remnants of Viktor’s cum along his shaft caught his eye. He tried not to disturb it, and spent his entire piss hoping to hear the sound of the swinging bathroom door, and chewing through the shame that desire dealt. 

Tucking his cock away was a much harder task than taking it out. 

A little lost in his own desire-heavy eyes at the sink, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A middle-aged man entered the room and headed for a stall. Jayce glanced up at him in the mirror as he unlocked his phone and read the message: 

Send a picture. 

Jayce’s stomach flipped, imagining Viktor sat at the table where he’d left him, pretending to pay attention while making his demand. Dr. Chapman had to have noticed the glint in his eye, the many minutes Jayce had already been gone. The man in the stall sat down with a sigh, like it’d be a while before he got up. 

The logical thing – the intelligent thing – for Jayce to do was to step into his own stall and take a picture. Risk management. He’d already pushed his luck so far today. 

The degenerate in his reflection didn’t seem to care; he set his phone on the counter and reached for his fly. 

Mirror selfies had never been Jayce’s specialty – selfies of any kind, really – but Viktor claimed his skills were, “more than sufficient for his enjoyment.” He tugged his waistband down on one side to the point where his bulge was nestled in the open fly and the top of his tan thigh was visible beneath the cobalt ribbon. Shirt clutched in one hand, he snapped a picture with the other, then turned sideways to take another where the curve of his ass was visible and the projection of his cock was easier to see. 

Still half dressed, he quickly reviewed the photos, embarrassed by how much he liked what he saw. His face, while awkwardly focused on aiming his thumb on the screen, looked every bit as turned on as he was. Beneath his well-tailored business wear, his body was sculpted and his cock had never looked so… pretty as it did wrapped in lace. Without allowing himself any further thought, he sent both out into the dining room with: 

“coming now”

and then a rushed follow-up: 

“****coming back now” 

when the sound of the toilet paper holder scared him into remembering where he was. 

The food still hadn’t arrived by the time he returned. As he sat down, Viktor followed his every move, undisguised hunger behind his eyes and phone still in his hand beneath the table. His bottom lip was caught, tortured by his sharp canine. 

Ever perceptive, Dr. Chapman eyed them across the table as if Jayce’s lewds were projected across his face. 

9:35 PM 

“Jayce, if I walk this speed the whole way home, I will be laid out in such agony that nothing you are rushing home for will be happening.”

Jayce slowed to a more leisurely pace. 

9:56 PM 

Viktor closed the door behind them and Jayce’s nerves transformed him into a stranger in his own apartment. While Viktor shed his shoes, he hovered awkwardly between the living room and kitchen, really at the start of the hallway to their bedroom. It ultimately wasn’t up to him. 

With a long-day sigh, Viktor rose from the bench beside the door, unable to keep the crinkle from the corner of his eye that finally acknowledged Jayce’s obvious dilemma. 

“Go ahead,” he said, tossing his chin down the hall. The soft pad of his feet followed Jayce’s hurried stride.

“How did it feel?” Viktor asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He seemed so comfortable, relaxed, whereas Jayce stood tall and antsy a few paces away, though he immediately zeroed in on Jayce’s fingers inching toward the button of his pants with disapproval; Jayce flinched away like he’d been burnt. 

Right, Viktor was looking at him expectantly. He hadn’t anticipated a Q&A portion of the sex. When he tried to access his feelings, Jayce’s mind went momentarily blank. Force reboot. 

“It felt like… wearing women’s underwear to work.” 

“Understandable,” Viktor nodded, then leaned back into his palms and tilted his head. “But did you like it?” 

Jayce balked, blinking. He didn’t mean to be purposefully obtuse. It was just that a lot of feelings – too many, and strong – had dumped into him over the course of the day. They’d mulled and stewed into something toxic, something that couldn’t decide what it was, bubbling hot in his stomach. It was dangerous to ask what poisons had been poured into the basement party jungle juice when you’d already taken a drink, but for Viktor, he would. 

“I think I liked parts of it.” 

Satisfaction poured onto Viktor’s face.

“Tell me while you take everything else off for me.” 

The urge for Jayce to rip through his clothes was almost as strong as the urge to pretend he’d forgotten how to speak. He was nearly through the buttons on his shirt before he could produce the easiest thought. 

“They’re pretty.” He exposed his chest and liberated the tails of his shirt from the waist of his pants. Then much quieter, he said, “I don’t usually get to feel pretty.” 

A flash of reaction played across Viktor’s careful listening face, like it was a surprise that didn’t sit right. His lips pressed together to hold something back until he leveled back to impartiality. Jayce couldn’t help but flick his gaze away from it, peeling off his shirt and laying it aside as an excuse. Paused with his fingers at the button of his pants, he let their eyes meet again. 

“It felt like I had a secret – we had a secret, just for us.” 

Viktor’s neutrality cracked again, this time to offer a smile and hum of approval while his eyes followed the zipper of Jayce’s pants as he drew it down. 

“We did.” 

“Yeah, I liked that.” 

Avoiding the ribbon, Jayce pushed his pants down his thighs and stooped to pull them off. Maybe it did feel good to vocalize the thoughts he’d been dwelling on all day. 

“I like how it made you go nuts too…” He did a little hop to keep his balance. “Like, knowing you were thinking about me, how bad you wanted to see me… trapping me in the bathroom- you’ve never done that before.” 

Suddenly aware that he’d tossed his pants aside, Jayce felt more naked in his panties than if he were truly naked, on display in his barest form. 

“Can you blame me?” Viktor raised an eyebrow. 

Looking down at the only expensive scrap of lace that clothed him, Jayce imagined the tables turned – Viktor walking through the hallowed halls of their university for a day with a lewd secret beneath his clothes. He, too, would have a hard time not doing anything incredibly stupid. Luckily, Viktor didn’t require a verbal answer to that particular question. 

“Nothing else?” he asked. When Jayce nodded no, he lifted the foot of his braced leg from the ground and held it out in offering. “Now tell me what you didn’t like about it.” 

Without a second thought, Jayce fell to his knees. This part would be much easier.

“They’re not the most comfortable,” he said, pulling the velcro on the bottom strap of Viktor’s brace. Viktor hummed. “And it feels… shameful, walking around like that. It was like everyone I talked to was judging me.” 

A hand at Jayce’s scalp pulled just hard enough to drag his attention upward. 

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t like a little shame?” Viktor said, eyes glittering. “That you don’t get off on it?” 

A deer in the headlights, Jayce stared up at him. Embarrassment churned in his stomach – meta-shame for his shame. Cool and loving, Viktor’s hand slid down to cup Jayce’s cheek. 

“You like being naughty,” Viktor supplied, tone not unlike how one would admonish a child. “We did not learn that today.” 

“I know,” Jayce said, brain buzzing from the tug at his hair and the arousing horror of being known. 

“It’s something I love about you.” Genuine adoration radiated down. 

All day, Jayce had been sure that by this time of night, he’d be slammed face down into the mattress, getting destroyed, but here he was, blushing like a schoolgirl and rock hard from a little emotional vulnerability and a touch on the cheek. Pathetic – no, that only made it worse. 

Face warm, he turned his attention back to the last of the straps. Viktor watched him closer than he would if he were clothed. It made his bones feel heavier and his brain turn to desire soup. When he lifted Viktor’s leg free of the orthotic, Viktor sighed in relief, as expected, but it surprised him when he then stood up and pulled Jayce off the floor with him. 

Jayce’s dresser was fairly low, and the mirror above it gave him a view of himself from his head to the midpoint of his thigh. Herded over to it, Jayce was met with his mostly naked reflection for the first time since this morning, and honestly couldn’t figure out where to look. Even a full day of sitting with the idea of seeing it again hadn’t prepared him enough. 

When Viktor’s face popped out beside his shoulder in the reflection, it demanded Jayce’s attention. He pressed against Jayce, hands skimming lightly up his thighs. 

“You are so pretty,” he said. “Look at you.” 

It took some effort, but once Jayce really looked at himself, he found it hard to stop. It was much easier with Viktor behind him. The color was perfect for him, vivid against the warmth of his skin. The cut was perfectly feminine, curvy, even over his angular build and dark hair. Trimmed in lace, even his full erection compressed tight and screaming obscenity against him looked delicate. 

Doe eyes and a blush high on his cheeks confirmed that he knew it was true: he was pretty.

He absentmindedly adjusted the ribbons on his hips, pulling them a little further toward his waist until the ribbons hoisted his cheeks higher and the lace drew his balls up tighter. 

Shifting further around him, Viktor, fully dressed and fully in control, laid the gentlest kiss on the arc of his tricep, eyes slanted up to his reflection to watch himself do it. 

“Should I tell you more often?” His cheek pressed against Jayce’s arm, 100 degrees cooler than the overheated skin. His voice and hair were pillow soft. His gaze was deafening. “How pretty you are?” 

Hearing it one more time made the last bit of whatever shame was forcing Jayce to think too hard dissipate into thin air.

“Yes.” 

Satisfaction made Viktor beautiful, too. 

“You are pretty all the time,” Viktor said. A smile pulled at his mouth as he leaned away to run his fingers up through the hair at the back of Jayce’s head – a soothing reward for honesty. “You don’t need to lose any bets or even win any bets for me to tell you that.” 

Disappearing behind Jayce’s form, Viktor’s hands reappeared, snaking beneath Jayce’s arms to take two large handfuls of his pecs. Unruly hair, brows, and eyes peeked out again. 

“Perhaps I should have bought you the matching bra. You have enough here to fill it appropriately.” He lifted from beneath, forcing the tops of Jayce’s tits to swell and round in a way that made him want to bite and lick them himself. “You’d be a very pretty girl.” 

“Oh…” 

That was new. The word girl hit Jayce like a pipe to the knee caps. His core fluttered and his neck felt too weak to hold up his head – his pretty girl head. 

It was a calculated risk judging by the look in Viktor’s eye. The way he studied Jayce in the mirror was identical to the way he awaited the result of any experiment, and Jayce knew the way it shifted when he deemed the test a success. 

Ah, there it was. 

Jayce saw the disappointment in his own face when Viktor let go – both of them did. A firm hand at his back bent him over, and he put out his palms to catch himself amongst his deodorant and knick-knacks. He settled his weight more comfortably on his good knee while Viktor slid a hand down his spine to the little bow over his presented ass. 

“Can you still see your panties?” Viktor asked, distracted by his new-and-improved view. 

Hearing the word panties in Viktor’s drawling accent made him bend a little further. They’d dipped to the very bottom of the mirror, but he could see them and his needy erection as clear as day. 

“Yeah.” 

“Good. Wait here.” 

Viktor walked away – meandered, really – to the bedside table, stripping his shirt on the way. In the mirror, Jayce watched him root around, tucking his spoils against his stomach to close the drawer. A bottle of lube and a familiar devil of a toy were placed on the dresser upon his return.

Again, not what Jayce expected, though maybe he should’ve. Viktor loved to milk him dry before he ever touched his cock, and this curved steel dildo was his weapon of choice. He once reverently called it an “elegant analog solution” twenty minutes into petting Jayce’s prostate with it before continuing for forty more. He wasn’t going to last anywhere near an hour tonight. 

Jayce didn’t dare move from where he’d been posed, but he couldn’t keep himself from offering. 

“We don’t have to do it here- your back-” 

Viktor held up a single finger. “Wait, please.” He crossed back to his desk, stooped to loop his finger beneath the seat of his saddle stool, and dragged it with little-but-enough coordination to rest next to Jayce.

“My initial plan was to drag you straight into bed but I think you can wait.” He sat down with a sigh, turning to face Jayce in the mirror instead. “I think you’d like to watch yourself.” 

He didn’t seem to be looking for confirmation or comment, instead focusing on Jayce’s ass now much closer than before. His hand slipped down between Jayce’s legs, cupping his half-covered balls from beneath, rubbing forward and back, then pulling away to caress the less sensitive skin of Jayce’s thighs and cheeks when his hips kicked with a mind of their own. 

“You’re so worked up.” 

“Some of us have been waiting all day,” Jayce mumbled, airy, with no bite. 

“That is true,” Viktor said through a chuckle. “I will get on with it.”

Pumping lube into the fingers of one hand, he took the dildo in the other, checking in the mirror to ensure that Jayce was, indeed, hanging on his every move. Each end had a ball of a different size, and he chose the smaller – a small act of mercy Jayce couldn’t always expect to receive. He pressed it into the lube, spinning it around until every bit of the first few inches was wet and shiny, then nonchalantly reached to swipe the remainder of the lube on his fingers against Jayce’s hole. 

“Oh my god-” 

“Waste not, want not,” Viktor said, continuing to massage around the now clenched, moving target of a muscle. He circled in, gentle and slow, prodding and testing but not really trying to enter. It lulled Jayce back into a lower energy state, so the surprise was bearable when the cold, steel ball was finally pressed against his entrance. 

Slowly, Viktor forced himself in, alternating a relaxing massage around the edges with a firm press against his hole, kneading deeper into the muscle than he had with his fingertips. 

“There you go,” he said. Jayce let out a groan of satisfaction as the widest point of the ball passed through and his rim tightened back around the narrow shaft. When Viktor gave it another push, it didn't seem to want to move. “Relax.” 

Easier said than done. Viktor worked it back and forth in small strokes growing larger, then pulled it out entirely with a wet squelch. The next time he pushed it in, it slid much further, past the previous progress and to the point where Jayce's body was begging to pull it in itself. When it was sucked far enough, Viktor’s practiced aim collided directly with Jayce’s prostate. 

The dresser took a lot more of Jayce’s weight. He leaned into it, knees buckled, fingers curled into the hardwood. His cock bounced against the lace that clothed it.

“Did I find it?” Viktor asked him in the mirror, mercifully pulling back. Of course he did, first try. He almost never failed to, somehow knowing Jayce’s body better than he did. 

“Fuck, yeah, how do you do that?” Jayce breathed out, hanging his head before raising it up to look himself in the eye as Viktor intended. He looked hazy, like he’d been there for hours, not minutes. “It was just a lot at once, I’m okay.” 

“Good.” 

Viktor started pushing again, working up to a slow rock that never moved too far from where the arc of the dildo hit an end. After the first few presses, the direct stimulation started to feel less severe. They both settled into the rhythm.  

Minutes passed. The pleasure came in waves, intense but sustained, that radiated out from his core to the very tips of his fingers and toes. As much as he wanted to come, he didn’t need to be told that he wasn’t supposed to. Each time he got too close to the edge, Viktor pulled back, raising the baseline another unimaginable level when he started up again.  

As usual, Jayce’s erection flagged to nearly nothing, surely the smallest it’d been since this morning. Without the oversized bulge he’d had all day, the panties fit better, fabric laying closer to his skin the way it would for a- 

“Pretty girl,” Viktor said, not out of nowhere, though Jayce hadn’t caught the last three things said. He snapped to attention, but his arms wobbled beneath him and the same rhythmic petting inside him seemed to hit ten times harder. The result was the threat of a total body crumbling.

“No no.” The thrusting stopped, the toy left hanging in place for Jayce to clench around. A hand reached around to prop him back up at the stomach, his arms straight, face-to-face with the declining state of himself. “Stay up. I want you to watch.” Viktor pointed at Jayce’s panties at the bottom of the mirror. “Look, you get wet like a pretty girl too.” 

It was true. His cock, cuter than ever, had really started to drool now, darkening a large patch of the blue. Milky fluid seeped through from where the tip laid flaccid beneath it. 

“Oh, shit,” he murmured in awe. 

Once the floodgates opened, they usually didn’t close. After a day of edging, there would be a lot stored up, just waiting to be milked, but at the rate it leaked from the tip now, it seemed like he would be dry in a matter of minutes. 

Viktor grasped the dildo again, pressed it into his prostate and dragged against it. Another perfect, cloudy stream of fluid was wrung out from deep inside him. It flooded through the lace and dripped down the line of his shaft, dirtying the panties, god, they were going to be filthy – ruined – by the end of this. 

He wanted to come so bad. 

“Viktor…” 

“Yes?” Viktor said coolly, looking up at him in the mirror. The dildo never stopped moving. The gleam in his eyes said he was having the time of his life. 

“I don’t think…” 

I don’t think I can hold it in, I don’t think I can stand up any longer, I don’t think I can be any more turned on than I already am, I don’t think I’m alive and breathing anymore, he wanted to say. 

“I think you can wait,” Viktor said, adjusting the ribbon on Jayce’s hip with his free hand. “Just a little longer, look.” 

Peeking around Jayce’s front, he pointed toward the bottom of the mirror to where another line of cum streamed down over the lace. It had reached a volume where the coalesced drops threatened to drip. 

Even begging was too difficult now. Words came out as a few slurred syllables; he stood no chance in a debate. Misbehavior wasn’t an option either, by his own waning will. He readjusted his palms, arched his back a little further, and continued to let it all happen. 

Many more minutes went by with Jayce leaning, sinking, trying to remember to fill his lungs between drawn out groans. His body felt like syrup, gooey and numb, but strangely tight at the core. He had no clue what was keeping him upright. 

Viktor wanted him to watch himself take as much as he was given — no more, no less – so he stared into the mirror, drinking in the look of weary bliss on his face, the way his muscles clenched as he struggled to keep still, and, of course, the panties. 

His body was a live wire, exposed and charged. Buzzing at the edges. He gave everything he had to keep it that way, but soon, he reached a breaking point. 

“I’m-” was all the warning he managed, locking eyes with Viktor’s newly expectant gaze in the mirror beside him. 

“Go ahead, pretty girl.” 

No matter how long he held out, this kind of orgasm was always an implosion, every bit of his blood singing, every cell numb with pleasure, all of it trying to break free of his skin. Somehow, though, it managed to be brand new every time, like it was impossible for to remember such full-bodied pleasure. 

There was nothing like it. 

Lids fluttering, his eyes fell to Viktor leaned sideways into the dresser, slack-jawed and moaning under his breath in the mirror, then to where he was focused between Jayce’s legs. His cock, still flaccid, tried to push the last of a single, weak dribble through the lace. It joined the rest, hanging in viscous strings from his ruined panties down to the floor. 

His muscles turned viscous, too, wobbling and flexing without coordination or will, so that no matter how much he wanted to continue staring into the mirror, he eventually had to drop to his elbows, hang his head, and let the waves carry him away. 

The intensity subsided, and Viktor pulled the dildo out with care. He dipped to kiss Jayce on the hip just below the ribbons and lace, reverent and sweet, then rose from his throne to bend over the dresser and kiss him on the corner of his slack mouth. 

“Good job, Jayce.” 

Praise pulled Jayce back from whatever shadow prostate orgasm realm he’d been sent to, livened him up just enough, though it returned none of his coordination. He used the scraps of energy that remained to drag himself up, throw his graceless arms around Viktor, and yank him close enough to collide at the lips. Pinning him against the dresser, he couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t bear to give him a second to breathe. 

“Jayce,” Viktor chided him as he was manhandled up onto the crowded dresser top. Items rained down around Jayce’s feet as he mouthed at Viktor’s jaw, still only half alive. “Jayce.” 

Sure, he heard it but he didn’t really hear it. Head full of fuzz, he pressed closer to recapture Viktor’s mouth, absentmindedly grinding forward into him until his cock made accidental contact and a lightning bolt of overstimulation shot through him. He gasped. Mistake, big mistake.

Quick space between their hips and mouths made enough of an opening for Viktor to escape Jayce’s black hole love orbit. He slouched back into the mirror, and with a tight grip at Jayce’s wrist, guided his hand down to the bulge in his pants that brought Jayce even further into reality. 

“Take me to bed,” he said.  

He swiped the bottle of lube from beside him just in time as Jayce pulled him into his arms. Their old bed dipped beneath their combined weight, creaking over Viktor’s laugh as he dropped them down. Thanks to his less-than-perfect coordination, Jayce landed over him like a weighted blanket. 

“You are going to squash me like a bug doing that one day.” It sounded like he already had. 

Blushing, Jayce climbed off, letting Viktor slide himself further up onto the pillows before he commenced tugging his pants and underwear off in one go. His cock broke free with a slap, hard and wagging while Jayce finished the job. 

Earlier in the bathroom, Jayce had wanted to fall to his knees and suck it more than anything, and that need in the pit of his stomach hadn’t gone away. Tossing everything aside, he bowed on his knees, extending forward to grasp Viktor’s cock and lick a stripe up the underside from balls to tip. 

Viktor’s eyes fell closed, lips parting before they, too, opened again, hazier. He watched Jayce guide him to his mouth, slide his lips soft around the head and bob up and down the shaft. Tilting his head, he smirked.  

“Pretty lips.” 

Jayce bowed his spine harder in satisfaction. The lace pulled too tight at his overworked balls, pressed his cock too hard, but he focused on Viktor instead. As his tongue swirled, Viktor’s attention wandered to his ass up over his head, staring as it swayed, then back to his face before leaning forward to urge him off. 

“It feels very nice, but this is not what I had in mind.” 

Pulling the cast-off lube from the sheets, he squeezed a pump onto his cock, working it on with one hand and spinning a finger on the other to signal Jayce to turn around. 

Jayce tensed up. Even the idea of Viktor’s cock inside him made a nervous pang of overstimulation hit him. It must’ve been written all over his face, too. 

“It will be okay. You will have control.” 

That didn’t seem factual, if Jayce had to guess, but he wouldn’t have enough brain power to really make that assessment until it was too late. Face value, it is. 

Sinking down onto Viktor felt like being punched in the groin in the most positive way possible. Though he sat stock still, each minor shift Viktor made inside him felt like being at the epicenter of an earthquake. His own cock didn’t even try to react, laying unchangingly flaccid inside the drying mess of his panties. 

When Viktor sat up and put his arms around his core, it sent a nauseating wave of pleasure-pain through him.

“I’d like to make another bet,” Viktor said after a thoughtful pause, punctuated by a bite and kiss to the meat of his shoulder blade.  

Bet didn’t seem like the right word. Bet implied choice, Jayce seemed to remember, distantly. 

“I will bet,” Viktor continued, “that you can come again by the time I count down to zero.” 

Jayce zoned out on the space between Viktor’s feet. His fucked out brain was slow to grasp the terms — Viktor wasn’t betting against him, but for him to come. It felt oddly backwards until he remembered it was the more torturous option.   

“Vik- I- I don’t know if I can for a while, I-” 

“Choose your prize, please.” 

Jayce could barely think. Every nervous fidget made it worse. Viktor wanted him to make a choice. What did he want? Given space, his mind floated back to his earlier imaginings of Viktor, his slight form draped in expensive fabric, the way it’d look to fuck Jayce in his own pair of panties, lace catching lace, collecting both of their-

“I want to put you in panties too. At least for sex.” 

He wished he could see Viktor’s face, though he could feel the smile against his back that told him he hadn't messed up too hard. It felt like it looked pretty cute. 

“Sure,” Viktor said simply. “And would like to upgrade you to the whole matching set.”

“Oh,” Jayce stammered, remembering that the Rozlyn design came with the option for a bra and suspenders. Could he… really lose? “Yeah, ok.” 

Pressing closer, Viktor raised his chin against him, angling as much as he could up toward Jayce’s ear. 

“Ten.”

The presence at Jayce’s back disappeared. Viktor laid back with a soft plop, his hands sliding down Jayce’s sides to grasp at the sides of his hips. He squeezed, like trying to get a horse to set off, and gave a couple of minute shifts against Jayce’s dead weight, and it worked on him; despite the aching buzz in his core, Jayce began a short rise and fall. 

Everything about it was too much. 

When more than a couple seconds went by, then maybe thirty more, the unclear timing of the countdown really set in. Viktor wasn’t cruel enough to count in actual seconds, but if anything, it was equally cruel that he wasn’t; he loved trouble enough to make it unpredictable, vary the lengths between numbers as he saw fit – even Jayce’s brain running on fumes could see where this was going. 

But Viktor wanted him to come. 

He needed to focus. 

“Nine.” 

Jayce’s hips stuttered. Focus lost. He sighed in exasperation, grumbled under his breath. Planting his hands in front of him, he leaned forward, hoping for and barely finding less direct stimulation to his abused prostate. The microscopic movement of the lace against him where their balls met felt like someone was taking a rake to his skin, but there was a spark of pure pleasure that hadn’t been there before. 

He chased it through, “eight,” then, “seven… six…” Though he couldn’t see him, Viktor seemed to be appreciating the view, grabbing and squeezing the swell, playing with the ribbon, snapping it against his skin. Jayce moaned and begged his cock to swell, but it was still resistant, only showing weak signs of life. 

“Five- Jayce, turn around,” Viktor urged him. 

Jayce slowed to a clumsy halt and crawled around, greeted by Viktor’s face finally showing the effects of their activity. The light was dim but his cheeks were rosy, his jaw slack. He looked at Jayce like he was everything. Wordlessly, he held his slick-shined cock up, and Jayce climbed on without question. 

A heavy sigh left him, the flame inside him springing back to life.

“Better?” Viktor’s voice crackled. It was. The angle was more bearable, stimulation less direct and intense. He nodded after the first few rises and falls. 

“Good, four.” 

At the top of his arc, Jayce fell in surprise, slamming down hard against Viktor with a slap and grunt. That was barely any time. Panic mounted when Jayce realized he was still only half hard. 

“That was-” 

Viktor smiled. 

Resituating his knees beneath him, Jayce worked his thighs, moving faster and punching harder. Where the prostate massage had been fairly shallow, Viktor’s cock ran deeper, pressed against more of his insides and stretched him wider. He focused on that, the feeling of being full of Viktor, spearing himself with it over and over. 

“Three.” 

He was definitely speeding up now. 

“Wait, Vik-” Jayce huffed. “I need more- I’m not-” 

“Here, I will help,” Viktor said with the inflection of someone who would not.  

Pulling the soiled lace away, Viktor’s long fingers fished Jayce’s cock out from the side of his panties. It fell, growing instantly harder at his touch, to bounce limp but in time with Jayce’s rise and fall. 

“Oh, fuck.” Jayce planted a hand hard in Viktor’s chest, squeezing his eyes shut. It may have helped, but at a price. Fingerprints burned red-hot after Viktor was gone, and Viktor looked down on it with pleasure like he could actually see the marks.

“Two.”

“I can’t- I-” 

“Don’t you want to win?” His cool demeanor took on an unhinged edge. “For me to fuck you in something pretty? Pull my own panties to the side like this and fuck you senseless? Hm? You wouldn’t have asked for it otherwise, is that what you want?” 

“I do,” Jayce breathed out, labored and huffing.  

“Then earn it, pretty girl. One.” 

A final pipe to the kneecaps was just enough. 

Where the first had been full-body, this orgasm was a totally different experience, all concentrated in his cock and core. Still empty, he came nearly dry, balls wringing themselves tight to squeeze out the last bit of cum he could give to Viktor's abs. He clenched hard around him and watched his composure crumble along with him until he was pushing at Jayce hunching over him. 

“Off, off!” 

Curling forward, he grabbed Jayce’s hip to keep him close and gave a few final tugs to his angry, red cock, streaking the last milky white stripes of the night over messy cobalt blue with a moan. 

The panties were ruined. Jayce stared down at them in awe. No idea what Viktor was doing. The urge to strip his panties off and put them in his mouth was eating him alive, but the energy to do so was severely lacking. Viktor would love it, too. Next time. Man, he loved Viktor.

He collapsed forward, knocking Viktor onto his back and settling his forehead into the pillow over his shoulder. Now that he’d stopped moving, he was dog tired – half-asleep or half-dead, it was up for debate. Sweat and fluids gathered between them every passing second, but Viktor gave him a good amount of time before he spoke up. 

“You won.” A gentle hand continued to pet over his back until Jayce hefted his head back off the bed to look down at Viktor’s handsomely disheveled face. He didn’t want to know what he looked like. He’d had enough of that today. 

“Yeah, well, I, uh, needed a good deal of help, so, maybe… we just say we both won.” 

Viktor did a poor job at acting suspicious. Or upset. Or surprised. 

“Yes? Alright, well. I suppose if you insist.” 

Jayce dropped his head back down, muffling his voice against Viktor’s shoulder. 

“Tomorrow we’ll go shopping- in the sale section.” 

6 days later

The lab felt so empty on days without Viktor, but his knee had been acting up since yesterday and Jayce missing him sadly wasn’t a good enough reason to still come in. 

There were several people crowded around the desk next to him, looking at someone’s group project. At his own desk, Jayce was considering what to cook for dinner when his phone buzzed. He picked it up, opened it without thinking, and immediately slammed it facedown on his desk. 

“You good, man?” Ekko said, clearly concerned. 

“Yeah!” Jayce cleared his throat. “Yeah.” 

When he was sure his phone was asleep and his cock had calmed down enough to stand, he picked it up and slid out to the bathroom. 

Sat in a stall, his phone unlocked to a photo of Viktor, nipples to knees, bare except for the Avalee ouvert Jayce had chosen. Flesh-colored tulle lined in red ribbon. Little ruffles at the thighs and cherries embroidered over the gusset. Three holes along the front, large enough, he hoped, for Viktor’s cock to fit through, and one large slit in the back that Jayce couldn’t see, but knew was there. 

Belatedly, Jayce realized there was text sent along with it: “Package arrived. Come home and get your prize.”