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Jayce is a good puppy.
He knows this.
He knows this because Viktor has told him so. Because Viktor has made him feel it singing through his blood, through every cell in his body. Because Viktor has taken him into his arms and murmured it to him, even as Jayce writhes and whimpers and struggles to take everything Viktor gives him.
Jayce is a good puppy.
He can follow Viktor’s commands. He can wait in his crate for as long as it takes for him to finish his work. He can press his face into Viktor’s palm, lathe his tongue up against his fingers, against the hollow of his throat,
love
him more than Jayce thinks he’s ever loved anyone.
It’s just difficult sometimes.
His knees ache. It’s a silly thing to focus on, given the circumstances. Given the way his cock has been steadily drooling for the last what feels like several hours. Given the taste of Viktor in his mouth
and the growing wet heat against his chin. But they ache, and frankly, Jayce would still rather die than sit back.
He doesn’t know how Viktor keeps working through it. How he can be so calm, answering texts and paying bills and writing emails on the desk above Jayce’s head, while Jayce can feel himself vibrating with want from his position between Viktor’s knees. Jayce wants to surge forward, bury his tongue inside him, fuck him on it until Viktor is the one quaking. He wants Viktor to fist a hand in his hair until he can’t draw back even an inch. He wants Viktor to come on his face, on his throat, down to his collarbones, a deluge, a flood, and he wants to lick up every drop from his thighs when he’s finished.
He’s good. He’s
good
.
Jayce swallows around Viktor’s cock, lets out a soft breath through his nose. He can do this. He can keep him warm, just like he wants. He can ignore the slick velvet feel of Viktor’s folds against his bottom lip. The scent of his slowly mounting arousal. The
sound
that it makes when Viktor shifts even the tiniest bit, like splitting the perfect halves of a ripe peach with his thumbs.
Fuck.
The sound, when it finally forces its way free from Jayce’s throat, is piteous. Barely audible. The ghost of a whine, whisper-thin and reedy. A single, pained almost whistle.
Above him, he hears the sound of Viktor’s typing stop. Instinctively, Jayce’s hips sway; the tail end of the plug nestled within him gives a hopeful swish against the floor. A hand drops to stroke his hair between the soft, black ears that Viktor has taken to tenderly pinning into it before they play, and to which Jayce’s initial hesitation was - astoundingly - short-lived.
“Shhh, shhh,” Viktor hushes, and Jayce thinks he might pass out.
Good he’s good he’s good.
“Breathe,
moi shchenok
,” Viktor reminds him fondly.
Jayce measures a careful breath through his nose. He doesn’t want to- he
can’t
suck him. Not yet. Viktor hasn’t given him permission. Viktor has given him this task. Just this. Stay. Keep him warm.
“Good boy,” Viktor soothes, grazing Jayce’s cheekbone with a few knobbly knuckles.
Jayce could do this all night.
Testosterone has been good to Viktor. His cock fills out Jayce’s mouth more than it used to, especially like this. Jayce can feel the weight of it on his tongue. When Viktor sits on his face, now, there’s
friction
between Jayce’s lips, and it sends Jayce’s pulse rabbiting to let Vikor have him, let him fuck himself into his mouth with all of the reckless abandon he deserves to enjoy. He wonders if he’ll do it tonight, order Jayce onto his back and sink down over him until he’s running in rivulets down Jayce’s cheeks.
Choking back another whine, Jayce curls his fingers into fists. Between his own thighs, he can feel how full and heavy his cock has grown. The floor beneath him is a mess, droplets of precome mottling the boards. His knees have grown slick from shifting in it.
Viktor is typing. Jayce is halfway through considering if he’s ever hated another sound so much in his life when finally, he can feel it beginning.
Viktor knows him. Viktor can tell from the look on Jayce’s face when he walks in the door in the evening what he needs. Viktor can see when Jayce’s thoughts threaten to boil over, consume him, drown him in the rush of their violent current. When the world is too much, and words are poison. Viktor knows.
Jayce has been on his knees since after dinner, and it’s only now, when twilight has long since passed, that he feels himself start to shudder free. Viktor’s skin is warm and soft on either side of his face. Viktor’s ankle is against his wrist.
Viktor feels like Viktor, Viktor smells like Viktor, Viktor tastes like Viktor.
The edges of Jayce’s mind soften and blur. The line of his shoulders loosens against the edge of Viktor’s chair. His eyelids flutter and fall shut, and Jayce drifts.
Viktor’s body around his, holding him. Protecting him. Viktor’s words, Viktor’s orders bringing the world into focus, releasing him from why and where and when. Viktor’s effortless presence allowing Jayce’s own to contract, allowing Jayce to feel quiet, to feel small . Viktor, Viktor .
He’s not sure if he’s typing anymore. It doesn’t matter. Viktor is here. Viktor has him.
When he feels Viktor’s fingers wriggle down beneath his chin, it takes a long few moments for Jayce to force his eyes open to look up at him. His lips, swollen and dark, slip wetly from around Viktor’s cock as Viktor lifts his chin up on one knuckle.
“There you are,” Viktor exhales.
Jayce’s disused voice rumbles somewhere low in his throat and he smiles up at him. Viktor bends close to kiss his stung mouth, and Jayce groans. His lips part, and Viktor licks into him, into the evidence of his own want. Jayce feels him shiver and sigh against his skin.
“Look how good you’ve been for me,” Viktor’s voice is so quiet, so gentle. He lets the end of Jayce’s leash slip from where it’s hung around his wrist to take it properly in hand. Jayce’s back straightens as Viktor rises from his chair.
“Come along,” He hums, patting one thigh.
Jayce makes his way alongside his feet as Viktor crosses over to the bed, and then Viktor’s letting him into it, a short little ‘
Up
’. Jayce beams. He rests his forehead on Viktor’s shoulder as Viktor perches beside him, and Viktor’s fingers in his hair set his nerves glowing.
“On your back, sweet puppy,” Viktor orders, “Let me play with you.”
Jayce sinks back at once, sprawls out shamelessly across the pillows. Viktor coos at the sight of him, and Jayce lets his hips switch for him. Have me play with me love me Viktor Viktor Viktor -
Viktor’s hand curls around his cock, and Jayce heaves a quaking sigh of relief. Even the agonizing slow rhythm he sets is almost too much for Jayce’s neglected cock. His hips pitch up into Viktor’s grip in desperation.
“Have you been like this all night for me?” Viktor remarks, “Waiting for me like this?”
“Hh- nhh-” Jayce settles on a full-throated whine, jerks as much of a nod as he can manage.
“Oh, you magnificent little thing,” Viktor purrs. The pad of his thumb swipes across the leaking tip of Jayce’s cock. Jayce keens.
“How should I play with you, I wonder?” Viktor continues. His grip loosens minutely when Jayce’s breath begins to grow erratic, and Jayce slumps back down against the bed, “Should I fuck you? But you look so pretty with your tail, mm?”
Jayce can feel the way his body flutters, the way he clamps down inside at the mention of it. His eyes roll back. Feels so good, feel so good .
“Just this-” Viktor strokes him once more for emphasis, “Wouldn’t be fair, would it? Not when you’ve been such a good boy for me for so long,” He gives a pensive hum, “No, you deserve better, my sweet thing.”
Jayce whimpers in earnest when he releases him, but Viktor hushes him and takes his hand in his. Then, he’s guiding Jayce’s fingers down between his thighs to where he’s
soaked.
Jayce gives a ragged gasp.
“Did you feel that? What it does to me when you’re so good?” Viktor croons, “I’m sure you did. Is that what we should do, shchenok ?”
Jayce, fingers pressed up between Viktor’s drenched folds, barks.
“Ah, I thought so, too,” Viktor agrees, “Lay down and help me up.”
He lets Jayce brace his hips with his hands as he climbs up over him. Then, he simply regards him for a handful of seconds before speaking.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” He says, hushed, almost reverent, “Do you know that?”
Heat seeps into Jayce’s cheeks, out over his ears, his throat. He falls still to let Viktor take his time, observe him, run his hands along the curve of his chest. A bitten off whimper as he rolls one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“My good, beautiful puppy,” Viktor whispers, and then, he shifts his hips to let Jayce brush against his entrance.
Jayce’s breath leaves him all at once. Viktor’s folds part oh-so-slightly around him to allow the tip of his cock to come to rest against the slick heat of him. He wonders if he could come just from this, from the way his cockhead slides against Viktor’s molten center. Then, Viktor is drawing his leash taut, sinking down over him in one long, all-consuming glide and all Jayce can do is feel.
Hot tight soft good good,
and Viktor’s hand is on his shoulder to leverage himself into motion. Viktor’s cunt is stroking his cock, squeezing him on the outstroke, fluttering around him as Jayce finally opens him up. Viktor’s fingers are toying with one desperately sensitive nipple, making Jayce arch up up up into him, up into
more
, up into
Viktor Viktor.
He loves him, he loves him, he loves him so much it’s like a fist around his heart in his chest, it’s like a tsunami, it’s like electricity roiling through his veins. He loves him and he’s inside him, Viktor holding him, Viktor
devouring
him, and Jayce rises up beneath him with every thrust.
“Good boy,
so
good,
moi velikolepnyy shchenok
,” Viktor is moaning above him. One set of fingers locks into the ring of Jayce’s collar, “Filling me up so
beautifully
.”
Jayce nuzzles down into the back of his hand instantly. His tongue flicks out to lap at the sharp, perfect rise of his wrist. He reaches blindly for him with both hands, runs his palms along his ribs, sides, waist. Viktor is everything, he’s everything.
Jayce whines sharply into Viktor’s knuckles as he feels the heat in his stomach begin to boil. Viktor bites his lip, and Jayce can see him drop his free hand to his own straining cock. The sight of it, flushed and glistening between Viktor’s pale fingers as he works himself, is enough to set Jayce panting.
“Are you going to come, mm?” Viktor asks, “Is that what you need?”
Jayce nudges his nose against his wrist and groans his assent. Viktor’s smile is beatific.
“Inside?” He encourages, “Fill me up and lick your mess out of me afterwards like a good boy?”
He can feel Viktor tightening around him at the thought, clutching him, pulling him in deeper with each passing moment. The roll of Jayce’s hips grows feverish. He thinks of Viktor brimming with him, Viktor’s thighs
wet
with him, and then he’s flooding him, so hard and so fast that it overflows the bounds of Viktor’s narrow frame to dribble out at the seam between their bodies.
“
Fuck,
” Viktor bites out, and the way he spasms around him is enough to white out Jayce’s vision entirely. Viktor rides out the peaks of his climax atop him, throe after throe until, trembling, he collapses down onto Jayce’s chest.
“I love you,” His voice is ragged as he reaches to cup Jayce’s cheek, “I love you so much,
lyubimyy
.”
Jayce leans his cheek into his palm with a shuddering sigh. A few little licks to the heel of his hand and quiet laughter is bubbling up in Viktor’s chest.
“Ah. You want your treat, mm?” He muses. He slides carefully from Jayce’s chest to fall back into the sheets. Jayce watches as his slender thighs splay to reveal the torrent of Jayce’s come that now trickles from his flushed cunt.
“Go on,” Viktor urges.
Jayce
buries
himself in him. He can hear Viktor groan above him as he licks the taste of himself from within him until his jaw aches and there’s hardly a trace left to be found.
“
Such
a good puppy,” Viktor sighs out.
One hand finds Jayce’s collar, and he gives a gentle tug. Jayce clambors up alongside him at once. Viktor’s hand winds itself into his hair as he settles, and Jayce rests his forehead against his shoulder.
“Better,
solnyshka
?” Viktor breathes.
Jayce offers a single lick beneath his collarbone and snuggles closer.