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It wasn’t that Jayce distrusted Viktor.
His partner was the epitome of intelligence, pedantic planning, and a man of impeccable standards—usually, anyways. And with these facets in mind, there was absolutely no reason why any sane individual would have memorized his best friend’s weekend plans to simply invite himself unannounced and observe undetected from a distance.
(And intervene, if the situation required it.)
And it wasn’t stalking–
It was future planning.
And it started, as with all things concerning Viktor, with secrets.
Jayce knew that whenever Viktor kept secrets from him, disaster was bound to brew over the horizon. Back and leg pain worsening? Viktor grew quiet, reserved, all strained smiles and easy dismissals. Financial troubles? Viktor skipped meals and took the shitty public transport to save on gas before he said a word.
Like a bad moon rising, the moment his best friend suddenly retreated and withdrew from him, a change in the winds was on the horizon—a shift in their natural order—and no matter how much Jayce ached for Viktor to bare his vulnerabilities and see what Jayce was offering to him,
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Viktor resorted to the same self-isolating, self-destructive behaviors. So yes, Jayce was worried, and he had ample reason for taking these measures:
After all, the last time Viktor withdrew from him, weeks later, he arrived with a man on his arm and a nervous smile, introducing Jayce to his boyfriend.
Something wicked this way comes.
At the time, Jayce kicked himself for not recognizing the same telltale signs:
The distance.
The silence.
The secrets.
The wall Viktor created, meant to hide him away from Jayce’s scrutiny, from Jayce’s care.
This time, the wall came in the form of some loudmouth with arrogance in spades and intellect in spares.
(And it wasn’t even that Jayce disliked Dmitri.)
“Are you all right, love?” Dmitri murmured, taking a leisurely stride beside Viktor as the couple strolled through the park, matching Viktor’s slow and staggered pace, and yet doing absolutely nothing to ease Viktor’s noticeable discomfort.
(Jayce just really, really, really hated him.)
Jayce glared at the scene before him, but he was a man of control. Of patience. If he weren’t, he’d have punched Dmitri’s lights out and taken his best friend home by now. The same best friend who was currently walking around in that ridiculous, oversized trench coat wrapped tightly around him,
Wearing absolutely nothing else underneath.
Nothing, save for the little bullet vibe that brute of a boyfriend had mercilessly shoved inside Viktor before their walk. The very same one intermittently going off every forty-five seconds—if Jayce’s observations of Viktor’s telltale gasps and trembles were accurate.
Jayce was well aware of what they were trying to accomplish. Of the addicting concoction of humiliation, fear, exhilaration, and arousal coursing through Viktor with every step, with every confused stare sent in his direction, with every concerned passerby that Viktor waved off with a strained smile, clutching the buttoned opening of his coat for dear life.
A woman jogged past them, just as Viktor nearly doubled over in a wanton little whimper. She hadn’t even turned around, oblivious as Viktor bit back a whine, knees knocking together, the red tips of his ears painting a pretty picture of desperation.
All the while, Dmitri hadn’t even looked back once,
As if parading your exhibitionist boyfriend around really was just a walk in the park.
“Sorry love, did you say something?”
Viktor’s ragged breathing was barely above a whisper as he pressed his thighs together. Dmitri shortened the intervals then. Probably notched the vibration settings too high, too suddenly. “N-No…” Even then, it was evident that Viktor was nearing his limits, desperate for relief,
Desperate to cum.
Jayce’s jaw tightened. Despite the outrage thundering with every pulse of his beating heart, he said nothing. Did nothing.
(Not yet, anyways.)
This wasn’t Viktor’s first foray into perversion. It wasn’t even his first attempt with Dmitri to feed a darker desire within him. Jayce didn’t have solid evidence of exactly when these desires took root, but Jayce was certain it started when Viktor began keeping secrets. And secrets were a terrible thing to keep in any friendship, as far as Jayce was concerned. The moment Viktor started drawing away from Jayce, doubts clouding his head over their shared goals and ideals and the matter of where they stood in each other’s lives,
Viktor tended to spiral into making rash and irrational decisions.
Getting drunk and hooking up with a stranger that was far more interested in being more than just a one-night stand, as a prime example.
And with the secrets came prices and the lies Viktor paid to keep them. Apparently, Viiktor and Dmitri did not meet at that Academy alumni dinner like they’d claimed, but that was for Jayce to know and for Viktor to—
Well, Jayce just hoped that Viktor continued to remain ignorant of the little spyware app he downloaded on Viktor’s phone when Jayce “borrowed it.”
Was it a breach of privacy? Of course. Was it a breach of trust? Naturally.
(Was it highly illegal? Viktor wouldn’t sue, and if there were no charges, was there really a crime?)
Was it necessary? Absolutely.
Future planning, he called it.
Jayce had to know what his best friend was hiding from him. Viktor had a hard time understanding that Jayce just wanted to help. It was for his own safety, Jayce reasoned. For his own good. After all, Viktor had a hard time knowing what was good for him.
Especially since saddling up with a pathetic bastard who couldn’t even make him cum.
Hence this little…slope into perversion. This little walk of shame, this tiny taste and thrill of exhibition to get Viktor all worked up, wet and sensitive after weeks of apparent dissatisfaction and mounting frustration.
And hence Jayce’s presence here, keeping several paces back in a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie with sunglasses obscuring his face on this fine winter morning. Surely, he was just a man getting some exercise in, taking in the quaint sights of the sparsely populated park, and feel the brisk, cold air entering his lungs with every invigorating breath,
And definitely not trying to listen in on Viktor’s muffled moans and cries. Definitely not narrowing his eyes as Dmitri tapped away on his phone only for Viktor to nearly bowl over, leaning on his crutch for dear life while the bumbling fool fumbled with the vibe’s settings as Viktor nearly sobbed out in the open path in front of various onlookers—
(Jayce was sure Viktor would get off to it, however. Red-faced and humiliated, soaked between his legs as he trembled and sobbed, cumming in front of a crowd, watching their faces round in horror, in disgust, in shock while some leered at his trembling body in arousal, lecherous perverts even demanding a peek at the free show Viktor was willing to provide—)
“Ah—erm, my dear…is it your leg? Would you like to have a sit? There’s a lovely spot, you know, over there by the trees where we can rest!”
The suggestion seemed to assuage the concern and curiosity from bystanders as Viktor gave a feverish nod, allowing himself to be steadied and herded off the path and between the trees towards a more secluded area.
Jayce grit his teeth and kept heading down the paved path in front of him, trying to avoid detection, suspicion, trying to appear disinterested in the flustered pair ducking conspicuously off the trail and beyond the brush. It would be too obvious to follow behind them, to trace their footsteps.
Instead, Jayce fished out his phone from his pocket. He accessed the same little spyware app serving as eyes and ears to everything his best friend kept from him. After a few seconds, Viktor’s location flashed across the screen, his initial permissions and settings changed, now shared to Jayce’s phone for convenience. For safety.
For Viktor’s own good.
Knowledge of Viktor’s new sexual explorations were a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it was enthralling to learn that even Viktor had his curiosities, had his desires, had a lust in him that was desperate to be slaked by the taboo.
On the other hand, Jayce had to pair that knowledge with the begrudging acknowledgement that he was exploring these topics with Dmitri.
Viktor had yet to explore these curiosities with anyone else—as far as their messages informed Jayce. That stung even worse, somehow. Jayce had been enraged in the beginning, almost enough to confront them both and put a stop to it immediately when he first read the graphic, shameless exchange—
But such a confrontation would come at a cost.
It didn’t take much insight to understand that Jayce’s actions would irrevocably break Viktor’s trust in him when Jayce had nothing to offer but his fury, his disgust, his disappointment—
His betrayal.
It would push Viktor away. Away from Jayce and towards Dmitri, grandstanding and indignant to small, inconvenient details like privacy, and autonomy, and consent—
And for all the ire he held in his heart, Jayce did not want to lose Viktor to the likes of Dmitri. To the likes of a man who couldn’t even give Viktor what he truly desired.
Even now, even with Viktor’s face twisted in pleasure as the bullet vibe was cranked to the highest settings—
Thighs trembling, legs spread wide, soaking the trench coat and the grass beneath as he laid on his back, Viktor’s gorgeous pussy drooling, fluttering as Dmitri did fuck all but gawp and stare instead of feasting on that lovely little cunt like it deserved—
Viktor let out a cry. Let out a frustrated little whine. He lifted his hips, voice barely catching on the edge of Dmitri’s name as he offered himself, begged, and pleaded—
And what does this selfish fuck do?
“Oh, look at you, darling…so good for me…” Dmitri let out a groan, hastily removing the vibe despite Viktor’s thrashing protests, tearing off the condom packaging and hastily wrapping his pathetic cock as Viktor withered away in neglect. Jayce couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t understand how he could leave Viktor dripping and untouched after such a gorgeous display. Could leave his cunt uneaten, the wasted slick unsavored on his tongue when Viktor had been so good, so desperate.
He’d only chased after his own pleasure, his own grand finale after all of Viktor’s unappreciated work. The moment Dmitri sank his cock inside, the bastard proceeded as leisurely as the stroll he’d been on, squandering what must be the tightest, wettest heat of the lovely thing beneath him by fucking Jayce’s partner soft and slow.
It was painful to watch. There Viktor was, perfect and needy, and there this oaf was, drawing out his measured thrusts while Viktor whined, wailed, and begged for more, faster, harder—
Inside—
Inside—!
“All right, all right, darling I hear you,” Dmitri cooed, giving a teasing kiss to Viktor’s lips (far too careful, far too restrained for what Viktor needed right now). I’ll give it to you just how you like it.” And even when the fool did finally pick things up,
It was never enough.
Jayce knew. Knew from the look on Viktor’s face. His pretty features flushed red and angry with irritation, with frustration. Even with the sloppy rhythm, the way Dmitri’s bent Viktor’s poor spine and hooked his legs to wrap around his waist (that couldn’t be comfortable for him), even with the audible wet slaps of their skin and all that wasted slick drooling down Viktor’s thighs—
Viktor let out a cry. An exaggerated little warble. A full-body shudder that didn’t reflect the agony in his voice, but enough to please a man who could do little more than stutter the nonsensical rhythm of his hips before cumming selfishly before his partner.
—Dmitri failed to give him what he needed.
What kindness, Jayce thought. Faking an orgasm for a man who dragged you out naked into the woods only to fuck you like he’s driving Miss Daisy.
An utter waste, Jayce thought, watching Dmitri’s pathetic cock slip out of his best friend’s used cunt. Even watching from a distance behind the trees and brush, Jayce could see the little gape—the weak clenching and flutter of a pussy unsatisfied, aching to be filled and left dripping with gratification.
Control and patience could only grant him so much.
Jayce stroked his cock to the sight of it, the flared head dripping as he imagined his cum overflowing out of Viktor’s pretty cunt. The thought of Viktor writhing beneath him as he lifted his hips and made sure there was no escape for him, leaving fingertip bruises on the fair skin of his hips as he fed Viktor’s desperation with every thick, veiny inch of him until he broke his best friend on his cock—
“F-Fuck,” Jayce muttered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as Viktor fingered himself open, wordlessly trying to communicate just how much he needed to be ruined, to be filled.
Jayce came in thick spurts, a fantasy splayed out in the back of his eyelids of filling up Viktor’s greedy pussy, knowing how good he’d milk Jayce dry, knowing Viktor wouldn’t dare waste a single drop when he’d be crying for it so sweetly, how perfect Viktor would be under him, whining and begging him not to pull out, wrapping his arms around Jayce’s shoulders and begging him to let his used cunt to warm his cock—
“You all right there, darling?”
As always, the fantasy was ruined by the bastard himself, incapable and perhaps a bit uncaring to take care of Viktor’s needs.
“We should, ah, probably get a move on soon.” Dmitri gave a little peck to Viktor’s panting mouth. “Wouldn’t want to risk us getting caught…and getting a fine.”
Viktor closed his eyes, likely gathering his patience, withdrew his fingers from his achingly empty cunt, before nodding briskly. “Right, right…” Viktor murmured, sitting up with a wince. Dmitri at least had the decency to assist Viktor with his brace and getting him back upright.
“Woah, steady there, sweetheart!”
“Dmitri, I thought you wanted to keep it down…”
Jayce shook his head.
Viktor buttoned up his coat and Jayce figured the little performance was over. No encore. No standing ovation. As always, it was a promising start with Viktor’s earnest pleas and efforts, but falling short once Dmitri came into the scene
(and came into that condom).
Such a shame, really. Viktor was such a brilliant thing—the smartest man Jayce had ever known (apart from himself). He thought his best friend held higher standards than this. He had no idea why Viktor was even putting up with such mediocrity.
Especially when he could do so much better for his best friend.
Especially when Jayce could prove he could help Viktor with exactly what he needed.
It was protective instinct, when it came down to it.
It was hardly an accident to sift through Viktor’s texts on the daily to ensure that pervert boyfriend of his didn’t do anything untoward. These were determined choices that Jayce would take again and again if it meant that Jayce was present to—
Oversee Viktor’s needs and safety.
(Mostly his needs)
(The very needs that his idiot boyfriend was failing to meet at every turn.)
Viktor might have kept secrets from him, but Jayce knew him better than anyone. Knew what was best for him better than anyone. And because Jayce knew better than anyone, knew his partner inside and out (regardless of the methods he used to obtain such knowledge), he found that Viktor’s very particular set of needs perfectly aligned with exactly what Jayce wanted to provide.
(Funny that.)
So Jayce waited. Not just because he didn’t want to interrupt and completely ruin the friendship he was so keen on protecting with his best friend, but also provide ample evidence to both parties that Dmitri and Viktor were simply incompatible.
Emotionally,
Intellectually,
Sexually.
Jayce and Viktor, however?
Entirely compatible.
Scarily compatible.
(Jayce was sure of it. There was no doubt in his mind.)
Which was why Jayce chose his opportunity carefully. Not during the aborted rapeplay attempt the pair enacted last week after Dmitri actually broke Viktor’s door, nor during the pair’s brief jaunt into petplay—
(though Jayce will have to remember the cat ears for Viktor. And the cat tail anal beads he seemed so fond of)
—but after weeks, the ideal opportunity presented itself at last.
<It looks like a discreet establishment.>
<I believe it’s suited to our needs.>
<Mmm…the bed to your liking, I take it?>
<Perfectly.>
A hotel.
Just an ordinary hotel.
An ordinary hotel that Viktor had checked into, a room for two. King sized bed. Another setting for their kink play, and by the sounds of it,
Sturdy enough for the type of fucking that Viktor craved, but wouldn’t be getting from that useless boyfriend of his.
The stars aligned for Jayce as the texts came pouring in. Details: location, times, calendar dates added after the reservation was made. They’d arrive together first in the afternoon. To “set up.” Dmitri would then leave and come in a little while later, rushing to finish up the rest of his workday, to give Viktor the time he needed to finish up the preparations, to get himself “ready” for when the real show began.
It was a narrow window of opportunity. But one that Jayce would be a fool to let slip by.
Jayce wondered if they were going to attempt roleplay again. Maybe a cheating scenario.
His lips twisted to a wry smile.
He could imagine it now. Viktor, dressed modestly, a cagey little thing, fake ring on his finger, guilt eating at him as he took a bite of temptation like forbidden fruit. Probably wearing some lacy lingerie beneath for Dmitri to admire, to rove his eyes over in curiosity, in lust, while Viktor timidly stripped off the last vestiges of his mortification, his morals—
Jayce wondered how Viktor would react when presented with the real opportunity.
Finding Jayce in Dmitri’s stead. The best friend he cast aside once another man’s romantic attentions were on the table. Jayce, the pathetic, one-sided crush Viktor harbored while Sky harped to him to move on. The very man that would have taken him apart and made him his if Viktor only said a word.
He wondered if Viktor would take the chance. If Viktor would ask, demand, what Jayce was doing there, and once Jayce answered,
If Viktor would hold on to his principles, his lackluster sex life, and disappointing boyfriend,
Or if he’d hold on to Jayce—his pathetic, one-sided crush that he finally moved on from—and realize that Jayce was everything Viktor had been craving all this time. That Viktor finally needed to stop hiding from him,
And accept what Jayce had to offer.
This was the perfect opportunity then, Jayce decided.
And then Jayce idly wondered if Dmitri was the type of pathetic pervert to get off to cucking.
Having all of Viktor’s details at his fingertips, it hardly proved a challenge for Jayce to check himself into his own room at the same hotel. It was a surprisingly nice place—downtown surrounding a plethora of shops and sights, sporting a fantastic rooftop bar and restaurant, and possessing a stunning view overlooking the city. Jayce booked the penthouse suite with a confident smile.
The attendant offered to take his singular briefcase up to the floor for him and Jayce politely declined.
With his room key in hand, Jayce ascended the elevator, a collected calm washing over him despite the pounding in his chest as he pressed the button to Viktor’s floor instead.
The anticipation was already making him half-hard. He wondered how Viktor would react, seeing it ready for him. Dripping for him. Ready to ruin him for his boyfriend (and any man daring to even try).
Ready to give him the long, hard fuck he deserved.
Thankfully, Jayce ensured the minor interruptions such as Dmitri were taken care of. Some mild car troubles that the son of a mechanic could easily inflict with the right collapsible pocket-wrench in hand without too much notice.
Sure, Dmitri would naturally blow up Viktor’s phone with apologies and calls to reschedule their little rendezvous,
But by then, Jayce hoped Viktor would be too busy to notice.
The elevator gave a soft Ding! to signal Jayce’s arrival to Viktor’s floor. He took a turn down the corner and arrived just where Viktor was waiting. Jayce raised his hand and knocked thrice. He waited a moment, giving Viktor a chance to open the door, probably confused, expecting his boyfriend who was set to arrive a little while later. Jayce was a man of control. Of patience. When he needed to be. He knew Viktor needed time to prepare himself, to present himself properly, before Jayce burned through that generous patience and moved on to…more intrusive methods.
A moment. Then two.
He knocked again.
No answer.
Very well. Jayce unpacked the length of looped wire from his case, thin enough to slot through the gap at the top of the door, sturdy enough for the loop to catch on the door handle and grant him access inside with just a little trial and error.
Jayce waited and scanned the hall. Not a sound. Not an inkling of panic. Maybe Viktor anticipated this.
Maybe this was part of their game.
The handle caught. A tug and the mechanism clicked open. Jayce readied himself to greet Viktor by name the moment he stepped through the door, surprising him, catching him in the act—
And hopefully convince Viktor that if his boyfriend couldn’t make him cum,
Jayce definitely could.
But instead of flustered cries, cautious confusion, and a slew of predictable questions Jayce had prepared ready answers for,
Jayce stepped into the room and found nothing short of a grand meal all laid out in front of him.
Jayce felt his pulse thunder with desire as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of his best friend, memorizing every detail as a vicious desire stormed through his body. His mouth yearned for a taste, his teeth for a bite, his hands to touch, grope, bruise, and hold. Even then, Jayce could do little more than let out an appreciative growl. “Oh, Viktor…”
Viktor always looked breathtaking in red. All beautiful, elegant lines of his body held together in a dreamy display, digging into his skin and making it impossible to move, impossible to escape—
It should have been no surprise to Jayce that Viktor experimented with Shibari. Decorative, beautiful, pulling Viktor taut in a display, no matter how unwilling his fragile self-esteem made him want to curl up and cover himself. Even then, Viktor’s masochistic tendencies played off the humiliation, the curdling nausea of being inspected, of being judged, of being seen at his barest, his most vulnerable,
Unable to cover,
Unable to hide.
And here Jayce was to reap all the benefits as he sauntered to the little prize for all his patience: all trussed up in elegant red rope in crossing patterns and delicate knots, a tantalizing stripe of scarlet going down the line of Viktor’s back. Viktor laid on his belly, pillows propping his hips and a bar spreading his ankles as he was bent over the edge of the raised bed.
Perfectly suited to his needs, indeed.
All of Viktor was gorgeous, and in that moment, Jayce thought him even more so. He couldn’t be more perfect for Jayce if he’d been tied with a bow.
But Jayce was a man of greed and hunger and frightening amounts of impatience after he’d staved off all this time. So, of course he had to stop and pay extra admiration to seeing Viktor nice and prepped for him, arms tied behind his back, ass up, puffy pussy, pink and flushed with anticipation, already dripping his juices down the side of his pale thighs. Jayce felt himself harden immediately.
“All tied up for me, sweetheart?” Jayce walked over, lust surging through his veins in a slow, heady burn as Viktor continued to let out little heavy pants that filled the silence. Jayce’s eyes drifted to from the gorgeous feast before him and noticed it then:
The reason why Viktor hadn’t started yelling, demanding questions, begging Jayce so sweetly through red-cheeked tears to look away, to leave the room, to threaten that Dmitri was on his way—
The headphones. The blindfold.
Sensory deprivation.
Perfect.
A violent shiver crashed through him and an intense hunger burned at the end of every raw nerve. His Viktor was perfect.
And he’d been waiting for Dmitri? Being wasted on Dmitri?
Viktor let out a gasp, muffled words forming an echo of that bastard’s name. Not even irritation could sully the moment. Not of Dmitri. Not of Viktor daring to offer himself like this to some unworthy piece of trash. “No, no, it’s not your little boyfriend, baby…” Jayce’s lips twisted to a smirk, watching as Viktor trembled as Jayce carded his fingers through his hair, leaning into his touch the same way Viktor always sought his warmth. “Unlike him, I can actually give you what you want.”
His fingers trailed lower, mapping out the constellation of moles and freckles on his skin, the red providing such a tantalizing contrast to his skin. A flicker of a fantasy of Viktor covered in bites, in bruises, brushed through Jayce’s thoughts, sending a shudder running down his spine.
Later.
They’ll have so much more time to explore this later.
After all, once Viktor’s had a taste of real pleasure,
Jayce will make sure he’ll never lose his addiction to it.
Viktor squirmed beneath him, and not for the first time, Jayce realized how sensitive Viktor was to touch, always leaning to friendly pats on his shoulder, and waiting for Jayce’s hand to land on his spot on the small of his back. Well, maybe not just anyone’s touch.
Maybe just Jayce’s.
Jayce wondered how long he’d been aching for it. How long he’d been starved for it. How long he’d been hoping for Jayce’s hand to trail lower, grip tighter, to show Viktor just what Jayce meant when he said Viktor was his partner,
And he wondered if Viktor had memorized the crumbs of affection, of possession Jayce had unknowingly fed him over the years, enough to discern his hand from his boyfriend’s.
Jayce let his touch linger there. On the small of his back, right beneath where Viktor’s hands were tied; watched as Viktor’s hands trembled, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously. His shoulders stiffened after a sharp intake of breath.
The gears were turning. Doubt was starting to seep into his mind. Was this Dmitri becoming bolder in their play? Was Dmitri purposefully mimicking the affection that Viktor held for another man?
Was this even Dmitri at all?
“Oh, V…” Jayce murmured, his smile stretching wide across his face, affection and something covered in thorns spreading across his chest. If anything, the reaction was encouraging—curious and quite willing to explore. It was enough to make Jayce curse under his breath, undoing his belt and tugging down his pants to reach for his own dripping cock.
Viktor jolted at the first touch to his thigh. It wasn’t unwanted. Jayce trailed his finger up and up until they reached the puffy lips of the very pussy that’d been driving Jayce mad for weeks. Jayce spread him wide open, moaning at the sight of him: all pretty, pink, and utterly begging for a hard fuck. Begrudgingly, Jayce could understand Dmitri’s desire to savor, to explore, to take it nice and slow, especially to relish such a fine delicacy.
But Jayce was a better man than that. And Jayce knew when Viktor needed to lose himself to keep his pretty little head from overthinking things.
Overthinking things like:
Just who was spreading his cunt and breathing in his scent; whose tongue was catching the sweetness of his dripping juices; whose mouth was drinking him right from the source. Whose calloused hands were playing, teasing, and massaging the neglected clit his bastard boyfriend couldn’t locate if he had a map.
A sweet little gasp of shock left Viktor’s lips.
Really, that should have been Viktor’s biggest clue. Alongside the way his phone was frantically buzzing with Dmitri’s messages. That Dmitri was late. That Dmitri’s car was having trouble. That he needed to take it to the shop urgently. That he’d be there as soon as possible to get him free.
But by then, Viktor was already crying out, his moans painting the walls of the room as Jayce feasted, working Viktor’s hot, tight cunt open with his fingers, his tongue, reveling and memorizing his taste and feeling Viktor clench and flutter against him.
Viktor’s entire body trembled as his whines and cries grew louder, more desperate. Unused to the onslaught. Unused to the intensity.
Unused to being pleasured just how he wanted it.
Jayce gripped his hips firmly, fingertips digging into his skin and keeping him helpless as Jayce had his fill, eating him out vigorously, viciously, his wet cunt feeding a dark desire that had been blooming behind Jayce’s ribs all this time.
As usual, Viktor shied away from it. From Jayce’s attentions. His care and adoration, mistaking fevered and fervent obsession for simple affection. Viktor craved this intensity and once it was given in the full intensity that he desired,
It was immediately overwhelming.
So Viktor hid, withdrew. Curled into himself and kept quiet and formed a shell of excuses and distance and half-baked reassurances, as if he hadn’t learned that Jayce would drag him out and break that shell open with his bare hands until he laid naked, vulnerable, and ready to finally accept what was best for him.
(Jayce himself, of course.)
Jayce knew this as Viktor’s voice climbed in volume, in octave, begging, sobbing, cries gurgled with choked gasps and spit leaking onto the bedding, just as his slick and juices dribbled down Jayce’s chin, down his chest, even dripping onto his hard cock below.
The spreader bar was certainly doing its job: no matter how much Viktor trembled so badly his leg brace started digging painfully into his skin, no matter how Viktor tried to uselessly thrash, trying to instinctively close his legs to conceal his quivering, fluttering little cunt away from Jayce’s mouth, it kept him nice and open and helpless to the onslaught. Jayce soothed him, pivoted, and tortured him a bit, going slower, going deeper, one hand leaving Viktor’s bruising hip to his pretty cunt instead, stretching him open, rubbing, stroking, taking in one finger easily, then two, then three—
“Hhnghh—please, oh god, please—!”
“Remembered how to use your words, baby?” Jayce murmured, licking away the delectable taste of Viktor from the corner of his lips. His fingers were soaked. The wet sound they made as Jayce mercilessly stretched and thrusted inside was quite possibly the lewdest thing he’d ever heard. Not that Viktor could hear it. Such a shame, really, but Jayce could appreciate wanting to focus entirely on the pleasure, savoring every sensation, and (likely) trying to ignore the little warning in his head that these thick, calloused fingers might not belong to the man he’d been expecting. “It’s all right, I already know what you want…”
And Viktor’s worked so very hard for this, hadn’t he?
Had been so very frustrated and had been so eager to fix something that he thought he’d been to blame for, when all along,
He and his boyfriend just weren’t compatible.
Not in the way he and Jayce were compatible.
Jayce withdrew his fingers, licked them clean as Viktor sobbed and whined and wriggled his body closer towards wherever Jayce had gone. But Jayce wasn’t about to let Viktor cum for the first time in months from his fingers.
No, Jayce wanted Viktor to remember this.
Wanted Viktor to remember whose cock ruined him.
Viktor sobbed as Jayce finally lined up his cock to his pretty cunt, cries of Yes, yes yes joining the sound of Jayce’s ragged breathing. He ran the length of his cock across Viktor’s wet lips, letting him feel the size of him, giving him a clue as to what to expect next. Instead, Jayce was greeted by Viktor’s impossible greed, sobbing, pushing his hips back, desperate to feel more of Jayce against him, to push his cock inside. Letting out a curse, Jayce steadied him, holding Viktor with a bruising grip as his bare cock sank deep inside his best friend, and watched as those puffy pussylips stretched around him.
Jayce barely registered the strangled cry that left Viktor’s throat. Not when every thought he possessed had been burned to incoherence the moment Viktor’s tight, wet, addictive heat wrapped around his cock. At that moment, protective instinct was simply a thin veneer of obsessive, selfish lust surging through him, Jayce reveling in nothing else but the wet slide into his best friend’s hot little cunt and the gratification that he finally could finally give Viktor everything he needed.
Viktor froze at the first burning stretch of the breach. The proof was undeniable now. Panic rushed through him, making him tighten to an almost unbearable degree—
This wasn’t his boyfriend’s cock inside him.
This wasn’t his boyfriend fucking him raw in a hotel room while he laid tied up and helpless.
Someone was having their way with him, putting their filthy raw cock into his bare pussy while he moaned and cried and begged for it this whole time like a whore—
And cumming finally, violently, as Jayce ripped the headphones off his head and growled, “Viktor—” in his ear.
The bedding was soaked in Viktor’s juices, his precious pussy squirting the moment he realized just who put his cock in him.
Like Jayce always knew, Viktor was perfect.
Jayce bottomed out, thrusting fully into Viktor’s heat, every inch of him gripping his cock as Viktor remained breathless, mouth open in a silent cry.
Jayce saw Viktor’s mouth moving, desperately attempting to form words—
Until Jayce easily lifted his hips and set a brutal, punishing pace, and Viktor lost his coherency altogether. Jayce felt his surrender at that moment: the way his body slacked beneath Jayce’s warm, heavy weight, the way his neck bared itself to the way Jayce found his throat and marked him for his own. Jayce’s hands tightened on his waist, holding him down, making sure Viktor could do little more than lay beneath him and take his cock, a warning, a reminder that this was exactly what Viktor had asked for:
To be fucked so hard he could finally cum.
Viktor’s cunt fluttered sweetly all around him, hot, wet, so exquisitely tight, and everything Jayce had dreamed of for months. (Years, if he had an honest moment to himself.) Viktor was sensitive, pussy still raw from the last time he’d just squirt all over the bed, but Jayce didn’t hear a single protest leave his lips the moment he started cruelly searching for his own pleasure, angling his thrusts to make Viktor jolt and whine, heat building in his belly as Viktor whimpered and mewled out something that sounded an awful lot like Jayce—! at every careless slide of his cock into Viktor’s twitching, clenching cunt.
Instead, Viktor wailed beneath him, growing addicted to the stretch of his cock, of Jayce meeting his demands, of Jayce finally feeding the flame that had smothered to flickering embers after every disappointing performance from his boyfriend. Instead, Viktor was feverishly attempting to meet every brutalizing thrust, sloppily trying to rock his hips back in time with Jayce’s punishing pace, all the while shuddering in dizzied, humiliating pleasure.
The knots were digging into his skin and the rope was leaving marks of red all over. Jayce imagined him black and blue and nearly collapsed on top of Viktor to mindlessly rut into his cunt to that image in his head. Gorgeous thing. Too pretty to waste on a piece of shit who couldn’t make him cum the way Jayce did the moment his cock sank into him and his words fanned against the shell of Viktor’s ear. Much too precious to ever consider letting go.
He looked so good in red already. Liked to be tied up and taken and played with to his partner’s content as long as Viktor got a taste of a merciless fucking in the end. Jayce could do that. Could collar him in reds and golds and parade him out in town just how Viktor liked, grope him in public and fondle his wet pussy beneath tables at expensive restaurants while Jayce fed him dessert,
Tie him to Jayce’s bedposts where Viktor could be properly adored, properly worshipped, and properly defiled.
There were so many possibilities! Jayce wanted to laugh. To scream. All in joy. All in love. This was just the beginning,
Jayce would make sure of it.
There was another app that Jayce had been mindful of in Viktor’s phone. A little calendar that signaled reminders every so often throughout the month.
Ovulation Day – Risk of Pregnancy:
HIGH
Future planning, he called it.
Jayce bit down, the points of his teeth finding Viktor’s pulse as he came inside, hot, thick cum filling up his best friend, his partner, as Viktor wailed—a cry torn from his throat as his entire body shuddered, soaking the stained bedding in their debauchery.
Just as Jayce predicted,
Viktor didn’t dare waste a single drop as his sensitive, twitching cunt milked him for every drop.
Jayce removed the blindfold, dragging it off his face until Jayce met Viktor’s gaze, the brilliance of the gold in his eyes hazy with pleasure, with confusion—
With hesitation.
“Jayce…”
It wasn’t a question. He knew. A part of him always knew.
(Jayce was sure of it.)
Jayce leaned down, mouth finding Viktor’s in a biting, claiming kiss. It wouldn’t answer everything, but Jayce hoped it got what was important across.
You’re mine.
Only I can give you this.
You were meant for me.
No one else could ever compare.
And from the way Viktor chased his lips, had protested when Jayce started to pull out of his warmth, Jayce knew that Viktor finally understood exactly what Jayce was offering.
By the time Dmitri had arrived at the hotel room, it was empty, save for the hotel staff member tidying the bed. The housekeeping staff had given him a miffed look before stepping out.
Dmitri looked around, scratching his head and trying once more to call Viktor’s phone.
The screen flickered several stories up, left forgotten on the nightstand of the penthouse suite. The incessant buzzing had been silenced as the occupants busied themselves (on the bed, on the chaise lounge, on the balcony, in the hot tub, the shower—) for the remainder of the evening.
Maybe for the rest of tomorrow as well.