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Unyielding fingers wrap around Jayce’s throat, sending shivers down his spine. However, he doesn’t get an opportunity to truly focus on the sensation, even as they squeeze tight, because Viktor keeps him bouncing on his cock, his thrusts fast and deep, so deep, plowing his pussy so good it quivers and spasms around him. And Jayce can only whimper and whine as he is made to docilely submit.
“Not so high and mighty are you now, Mister Man of Progress?” Viktor breathes against his ear.
He can’t possibly deny it. Not when his lover is seated in his old councilor seat, dressed in the finest of Piltovian clothes, while Jayce himself has long since stripped naked for him and impaled himself open on his cock, as commanded by his partner.
His back is pressed against Viktor’s chest, leaving all of Jayce exposed as his partner thoroughly claims his cunt. Each time their hips meet, Jayce’s thighs tremble helplessly, but he keeps them spread wide open regardless, following Viktor’s previous orders to the letter.
He must be quite the view, with his whole body flushed and covered in sweat. The muscles in his stomach tense taut every time Viktor bottoms out inside him, much like his back arches back and relaxes to the rhythm of their intense lovemaking. His broad chest rises and falls rapidly as he struggles to breathe due to the pressure on his throat.
And, to make matters even more exciting, he is facing the door.
Anyone could walk in and see him like this, subdued and defiled. Anyone could come and observe how his slutty pussy eagerly welcomes Viktor in, how it swallows up all of his cock, eagerly drawing him in until his partner is pressed balls deep inside him. This, the possibility that they might be discovered, that there might be a witness to his debauchery, only fuels the pool of liquid fire in his belly.
(It won’t happen, of course. This isn’t really Piltover’s council room. Just a construct Viktor and him have integrated into the astral plane for the sake of their sexual fantasies. That doesn’t make the prospect any less arousing, though.)
“Poor thing.” Viktor coos “Forced to engage in politics, to worry your pretty little head over games of influence, when truly you were meant to warm my cock all along. Doesn’t it feel good, to finally be used for your real purpose?”
He slightly loosens his grip on Jayce’s throat, just enough to let him answer. The delicious, relentless assault on his pussy doesn’t stop.
“Yes, yes… Ah… feels good, feels so good, Vi… Viktor!”
“So responsive,” His partner praises him. “So perfect for me. Let’s see if I can make you sing some more.”
Jayce shudders as Viktor’s free hand roams over his abs, dips downward, nearly brushes against his clit, then, unexpectedly, slides up, up, to teasingly rub and pinch a nipple instead.
Jayce throws his head back and moans, loud and unabashed, instinctively pressing his broad chest further against his partner’s skilled fingers. He needs this, needs everything Viktor will give him, needs to be taken apart and pulled back together.
And when his partner squeezes his throat so hard it steals his breath away, so hard it hurts, Jayce is given just that.
(Not that Jayce could truly be hurt, in his new ethereal form, or that he actually needs to breathe, but the illusion alone is enough to leave his cunt drenched. It’s not so much the danger he seeks as the blissful pressure his partner applies on his neck and the feeling of utter vulnerability that comes with it. Besides, not having to hold back or worry about accidental injuries is definitely a plus. Viktor never could have gotten this delightfully rough, had they still been mere humans.)
Jayce seizes hard around Viktor’s cock, pussy gushing slick all over his lap as his eyes roll back under the intensity of his orgasm. Even so, the vigorous pounding doesn’t stop, stringing him higher and higher, leaving every single one of his nerves raw and abused.
He loves it.
“Already? And I didn’t even have to touch you there…” Viktor idly comments, wrenching a cry from Jayce as he finally deigns play with his oversensitive clit. “Perhaps it is true, what people whisper on the streets. That someone with a hot body and pretty face like yours has to be somewhat of a whore, desperate to be fucked and filled.”
The tight hold on his throat muffles Jayce’s earnest response.
“Oh, what was that?”
Mercifully, Viktor untightens his fingers so Jayce can speak, although they linger on his bronze skin to caress the red marks they have left behind.
“Only… Only for you,” He rasps.
His head falls back on Viktor’s shoulder, who takes advantage of the position to place a tender kiss into his messy hair.
“That’s right,” His partner softly murmurs. “All of Piltover wishes to have their precious Man of Progress whining and writhing in their bed, but only I get to pleasure you like this. Only I get to hear the sweet little noises you make when you’re too drunk on pleasure to even think.”
A stage Jayce is quickly reaching. The fast flickers on his clit accelerate steadily, feeding his body with burning bliss. Pain mixes with pleasure, but Jayce doesn’t shy from it. On the contrary, he rocks his hips enthusiastically, unsure whether he wants to spear himself further onto Viktor’s cock or to press his mound flush against his palm.
Thankfully, his partner offers him a much-needed distraction by sliding a thumb over his lips, then he presses the digit inside until it rests flat on his tongue. Obediently, Jayce closes his eyes and starts to suck. Small moans fall from his lips as the salty taste of skin fills his mouth. A deep sense of peace seeps into his mind. He doesn’t have to worry about a thing. All he has to do is keep his legs spread, and let Viktor take care of him.
“You… You love having my fingers in your mouth, don’t you?” Viktor stutters, his accent thick and his movements gradually growing more erratic. “Should… should make you choke on my cock, next time. Fuck… I’m sure you would like that.”
Oh, Jayce sure would. And to prove it, he showers Viktor with eager attentions, licking and tonguing at his thumb while trying his hardest to meet him on every thrust.
“Fuck, Jayce, you’re so good to me… So, so good… What a perfect slut you make, letting all of Piltover see what I’m doing to you…” His partner groans, lost to his own pleasure and delusions. “Gonna… Gonna cum in you…”
Jayce can’t help but whimper at such an enticing promise. With purposeful intent, he rides Viktor hard into the council’s seat, until his partner’s thrusts falter and he pulls Jayce flush against him to bury himself deep inside his pussy. The ex-councilor sighs contentedly as warm seed fills him, the uninterrupted caresses on his clit sending him into a second, mellower orgasm.
He slumps against Viktor’s chest as his pussy spasms in delight, too cock-drunk to concentrate on anything but the delicious fullness inside him. He barely registers it when Viktor removes his thumb from within his mouth to tenderly stroke his beard instead, the gesture full of care and love. In truth, his consciousness still feels as if it is drifting away when Viktor slips out of his dripping cunt and helps him turn around so he can curl up against his chest.
Jayce shivers as thick globs of cum trickle onto his folds. As astral beings, either of them could easily make the mess disappear in a snap, but Viktor knows Jayce likes the sight and feeling of it, so for now, it stays.
He peppers kisses all over his lover’s bruised throat, until, finally, light returns to his partner’s glassy eyes.
“Back with me, Jayce?”
The other man gives a small nod and nuzzles even further against him. He tucks his legs underneath his body so all of him can lay atop Viktor’s. A soft, happy hum escapes him when gentle fingers run through his hair.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” He mumbles. “Really, really good. You were amazing, Vik.”
“I didn’t push you too hard, did I? Everything went according to your expectations?” His partner inquires further, and gods, if that isn’t incredibly endearing.
“Would it feed your ego too much if I said it was even better?”
The question earns him an amused chuckle.
“Perhaps.”
Then Viktor leans down to kiss his forehead, and Jayce all but melts into his embrace.
It definitely is the first time he feels this relaxed while occupying his councilor seat.
“That time, in the council room… When you sought me out… We should have done this instead of fighting. Would have spared us a lot of trouble.” Jayce slurs.
“I doubt your body would have been able to endure this much back then. If I remember correctly, you could hardly swing your hammer right. Plus, I’d rather do this to you in person than through a machine.” Viktor marks a pause. “Though, if you’d be inclined, next time we could reenact this moment; pretend I am attempting to get you on my side through more… persuasive means.”
Viktor’s low, seductive tone sends chills up Jayce’s spine.
“In addition to making me choke on your cock, you mean? Hmm, might be an idea.”
“We can quite easily combine the two.” Viktor concurs.
“Mmh, I can’t wait. Later, though? I’d like to cuddle with you for a while first. Can I?”
A fond, enamored smile meets his sweet demand. The next second, the blue blanket Viktor favors so much wraps around his shoulders, keeping him warm. And even though Jayce could have easily willed the cold away with just a thought, this feels… more. More intimate, more comfortable, more human.
And so do Viktor’s arms when they delicately encircle his large frame and pull him even closer to his partner’s chest.
“We have all of eternity. Of course, you can.”
Soothed by the answer, Jayce closes his eyes, and slowly drifts off into a peaceful sleep.