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A depraved idea had plagued Jayce for weeks now, but with the council on their backs, he and Viktor had no time for personal projects, let alone a night of satisfying rest. He’d barely had time to draw out plans for this selfish endeavour, but after a couple of late nights he finally felt satisfied with the design.
Jayce tapped his pencil against the table, scrutinising the drawing. There was nothing left to improve but to prototype it. A trickle of excitement scratched at the back of his neck with heated anticipation. It was well beyond midnight and Jayce assured himself no one could interrupt him while he manufactured the device.
Now and then Jayce had found himself totally alone in the lab, tired, addled and a little pent up. He kept a locked draw of his toolkit stocked for such occasions, an ample supply of lube, a cockring, a rod and a clear silicone tubing he could fuck himself with. It was depraved . He hardly indulged while in the lab, it felt disrespectful, but that made it all the more scandalous. He’d already used the tube and rod in tandem, reaching an incredible ecstasy, but his hands did sloppy work, and the excess of lube had him struggling to hold everything together. Until tonight.
He spread out the blueprints of this new device and got to work. It was easy enough to piece together from the discarded materials within the lab, he’d kept such materials in mind for this precise reason. The tripod was an easy assembly, sturdy enough to take his full weight without crumbling. Jayce fetched the soldering equipment next and started to fashion a copper rod, material he knew conducted the arcane well. He etched runes into the rod itself and the housing for the arcane battery, turning it on to test the theory before putting it to practical use. The rod vibrated with a low hum of potential, blue light glowed from the housing and Jayce notched the dial up a degree. Blue energy shot down the rod as he dropped it reactively, frightened momentarily by the surge. He picked it up again and ran the copper rod along the inside of his arm and against his wrist, testing the sensitivity. It pulsated against the skin, like he was holding the charge against the vein and felt it pulse through his entire body. The theory was correct, and he was prepared to put the device to a practical test.
Jayce disinfected the rod, and propped up the tripod for the live test. He unlocked his toolbox and grabbed the silicone tube, clamping it into place on the tripod. He adjusted the footing, checking that the angle was correct and he wouldn’t struggle to reach it. Next he attached the rod, positioning it on a hinge beside the tube, testing out the movement in case he needed an emergency release.
It was now or never…
Jayce unbuckled his trousers, buzzing with his own sexual charge to try the apparatus. He squirted a good helping of lube over his hand, working himself into a full erection. It was hardly a task, he’d been feeling the pressure against his briefs since the first touch of the arcane rod. Jayce lubed up the rod and the inner ring of the silicone hole. His hands were shaking, was he nervous? Aroused? He settled for both, ignoring the slight amount of fear rising on the back of his neck as he lined his cock up with the empty hole.
The vision of Viktor bent over the table entered his mind. Would he ask Jayce to be gentle, would he be nervous? No, Jayce decided he would not. He’d be asking what was taking so long and push himself back onto Jayce already. He pushed into the silicone hole and stuttered out a sigh. “ Viktor… ” he exhaled.
Jayce had made handles for the tripod, horizontal to the insertion point so he might stand tall and fuck into it. He was already breathless and sullied from fucking the hole, the rod was yet to be introduced to the experiment. He made a mental note to improve the silicone tube already, a means to compress it, wrap it tighter around his cock. Later Jayce, concentrate.
He reached for the arcane rod with a shaky hand, it took him a moment to press it into him, adding more lube and slowly pushing it all the way down his urethra. His whole body shook from the sensation, and Viktor’s voice intruded his thoughts. “ Time to crank it… ”
Jayce flipped the arcane rod on and held fast to the handlebars. Tears sprung to his eyes immediately as the pulse of energy ripped through his body, the initial shock was more than the lasting energy. It settled as a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach and Jayce bucked into it, sliding his cock through the hole and fucking the length of the rod down his own hole. This was sick, depraved. It was all that and more. Jayce notched the dial up, another wave of pleasure. He thrust harder into the apparatus and rocked forward, gripping the edge of the table in front of him as he bent over, thinking only of Viktor.
“Jayce?”
Viktor’s voice cut through the air like a hot knife. Jayce came in a rush, unexpected and messy. “Fuck.” His knuckles turned white from the heavy grip against the desk.
The dull clack of Viktor’s crutch followed his footsteps as he entered the room. “What exactly are you doing this late in the–” His words cut off abruptly.
Jayce stared down at the table scattered with the blueprints of his fuck toy, cock still half in, half out of the thing. He tried to rationalise whether Viktor was really there or not, but he couldn’t let himself just turn around and check, because then he’d be face to face with his lab partner he’d been mentally fucking. “Viktor. I can explain.” His words were short, accentuated with heavy breaths.
“I’m all ears, Jayce.” Viktor, in all his audacity, pulled up a chair and sat down across the room from Jayce.
“Do you mind?” Jayce seethed through his teeth. This was worse than any single nightmare he’d experienced.
“Not at all.” Viktor turned in his chair so he was facing away from Jayce.
So he wouldn’t leave? Great. Jayce tucked himself back into his briefs, concerned about cleaning himself up less than he was wiping the cum off of his blueprints. “What are you doing coming in this late at night?” Jayce bit back at Viktor.
“I couldn’t sleep. Neither could you, by the looks of it.”
Jayce was going to throttle Viktor the next time he had the chance. He wiped up most of the mess, switching off the arcane rod and standing in front of the tripod when he turned to face Viktor. “I suppose you’re going to hold this over me for the rest of my life.”
Viktor turned back to Jayce with a devilish smirk. “You’re not the only one with something to hide, Jayce.” He pulled himself from the chair and walked over to a prototype of a mechanical arm they had previously shown Heimerdinger. “Don’t just stand and stare, get over here.”
Jayce approached the work desk, watching Viktor pull on the glove that controlled the arm. He almost spoke before the thing came to life and Viktor pinched his fingers together. “Watch,” he directed. Jayce watched as the three fingers of the hand married together making a seamless seal, forming a soft object that looked uncannily like a dildo.
“No…”
Viktor chuckled. “My reach has become… unsatisfactory. I tire too fast, my shoulder aches, I could go on. We are inventors after all, Jayce.”
“You modified this?” Jayce asked in disbelief.
“It was going unused,” Viktor shrugged.
Jayce’s mind raced. When had Viktor made this? Had he done exactly what Jayce had for many nights on his own? How had either of them found the time for this? He staggered back and massaged his temples. “And you’ve tested it?”
“Many times.” Viktor was unfairly calm in the wake of this realisation. His head tilted to one side as he took a step closer to Jayce, the click of his crutch echoing through the room. “Do you think of me, Jayce?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
Jayce hesitated to answer, but what was the point in hiding it? “Yes…”
“I think of you.”
The hairs on the back of Jayce’s neck rose. It shouldn’t have surprised him, but he still struggled to believe Viktor.
“What do you imagine?” Jayce asked, feeling Viktor intrude on his space. Standing impossibly close without touching.
His partner’s breath washed over him as he spoke. “Kneeling. Your mouth on me. Other times you’re fucking me over the desk. But I think you’ve imagined that for yourself already.”
Jayce couldn’t breathe. Everything ceased to exist. Time stopped. Viktor, slouched and craning to look up at him, wanted the exact same things he did. Possessed by the lust that previously overpowered him, Jayce grasped Viktor in his hands and kissed him. It was heavy, the air between them thick with arousal. Viktor’s crutch clattered to the ground loudly, but neither took notice. Jayce cradled Viktor’s hips, holding him steady.
“Where do you want me?” Jayce huffed between desperate kisses.
“The chair– Let me sit.” Viktor grasped out behind him for an object that didn’t exist. Jayce guided him backwards towards the table, lifting him slightly to sit him down. Jayce unbuttoned Viktor’s vest and dress shirt quickly, while Viktor made quick work of Jayce’s briefs, already a mess and half undone. His trousers fell to the floor and Jayce whipped off the rest of his clothes quickly. He helped Viktor out of his own pants and settled him back down against the table, kissing over his shoulders and across his collar bones lovingly.
Jayce remembered what Viktor had said about his mouth and dropped to his knees, looking up in reverence to his partner. There was a look of absolute awe exuding from Viktor. His hand ran through Jayce’s hair, tilting his head back and scratching the base of his scalp. Jayce leant his head on Viktor’s good leg, stroking a hand over the thigh of his right leg gently, revering his body. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
Viktor’s pupils dilated and his hand twitched in Jayce’s hair. He had no idea what a vision he was to Jayce, he sought to change that. Jayce started by kissing his inner thigh, sliding his eyes closed and stroking a hand over Viktor’s exposed cock. He kissed against the base of Viktor, burying his nose in against him and feeling the drag of his stubble across the smooth skin there. Jayce glanced back up to Viktor, watching his lips part slightly, his eyes widening, and the hand still in his hair lovingly thumbing over the shaved sides of his head. He burnt the image into his inner eye as he pressed his tongue against the underside of Viktor’s cock, licking from bottom to tip. Holding his lips pursed on the head of his dick, Jayce lapped up the precum and tongued over his hole.
He hadn’t even put his whole mouth over Viktor but his partner was writhing, muttering sweet nothings in Jayce’s direction. He paused for a painfully long moment, smacking his lips and smirking back at Viktor. “Was this what you’d imagined?”
“Don’t you dare stop, Jayce,” he whined. Viktor sounded unlike anything Jayce had heard from him before, he was totally undone and at his behest. It nearly felt too powerful for him to have this hold over his partner.
He lowered himself over Viktor again, holding his full length in one hand and sealing the gap with his lips. The hand in his hair tightened but never forced him further. Jayce bobbed his head down onto Viktor, aiding himself with his own hand for fear his gag reflex would kick in. They both knew he was weak in the stomach, but a certain determination to please Viktor overtook him and the concerns faded to the back of his mind instead.
The sudden realisation that his lube was on the other side of the room caused Jayce to pull away unceremoniously to grab it and pop the lid. Before Viktor could verbally complain, judging with his face alone, Jayce had scrambled back to nestle between his legs with a helping of lube coating his fingers. He hoisted Viktor’s knees onto his shoulders and pressed his lips to the base of Viktor’s cock again, nudging a finger against his hole with a cool stroke of lube. Viktor jolted at the sudden return, catching himself on his elbows when Jayce tilted his body for better access.
“Is this good?” Jayce asked, feeling a hint of nerves creep into him that maybe he’d gone too far too fast.
Viktor nodded with a light hum. “Mhmm. S’good, Jayce. Really good . Like you’ve done this before…” The implied question hung over them.
Jayce had been with a variety of people and been lucky enough for them to show him something new on occasion. The sounding rod was a particularly interesting find from a past fling within the academy. Viktor was different however, he’d never felt so sure in his life this is who he wanted to be bedding, maybe even loving. They fit in every intricate way, giving life and purpose to one another. Jayce had never been intimate with Viktor before, so how was he to know what he truly liked, what he wanted from Jayce if he didn’t ask first.
He decided to slow things down, holding his palm against Viktor’s taint and leaning back to settle on his haunches. “Where do you want me?” he asked breathlessly.
“I’ll be honest Jayce, this table is starting to get uncomfortable.” Viktor didn’t mean anything by it, he was merely pointing out that there was likely a better position for them to work with. But Jayce took it to heart and glanced around the lab quickly for comfort. There was none of course, they slept in their chairs at the desks for crying out loud, there wasn’t even a pillow to be seen. Jayce didn’t want to leave Viktor again, instead opting to pick him up. With his legs already over his shoulders and weaved behind him, Jayce lifted his partner by the small of his back and carried him over to another table where he could then reach a blanket of midnight blue.
Often when Jayce found Viktor sleeping in the lab, he’d pull the blanket over his partner for warmth, it was soft and the closest resemblance to comfort in the whole room. He figured they’d wash it after tonight anyhow.
Viktor had been blushing bright red when Jayce laid him over the folded fabric, trying to support Viktor’s back and leg to the best of his efforts. “I wasn’t expecting… You make that look too easy, Jayce.”
“You’re lighter than I thought.” He smiled at Viktor and kissed his belly, settling back in to praise his partner’s body.
“Jayce…” Viktor’s hand caught his chin and stopped him travelling further down to finish the job. “Would you show me what you made?”
It was Jayce's turn to blush now. He felt the flush of red run all the way down his chest and blinked back in surprise. He glanced across the table, where they'd moved to was right where he'd been working, so the arcane rod was within reach. "Have you ever… Do you know what sounding is?" Jayce asked, feeling as if his mouth was drying out just imagining Viktor with the rod.
"Is that what you like? Is it not enough to imagine yourself inside me without something else inside you, hmm?"
Jayce didn't know what to say to that. It was enough… surely? It was different most of all, nothing felt anything like it.
Viktor saved him from himself by reaching for the rod, holding it up to the light and reading the runes Jayce had carved along the copper. "Very nice," he complimented under his breath. Jayce watched him admire the creation. "Would you mind if I…?" Viktor wasn't really asking, he was already reaching for the lube and saturating the rod with it.
Jayce's jaw dropped to the floor. He was too stunned to continue ravishing Viktor when he was holding onto the arcane rod, lathering his own dick and lining the copper up against his hole before Jayce could really answer.
Still trapped between Viktor's legs, Jayce watched in complete awe as Viktor worked himself open, barely getting the rod a few millimetres in. He was tentative, and uncertain. So Jayce took it upon himself to help, his hands on Viktor's wrists, asking to guide him. He nodded and Jayce helped Viktor explore this new technique. He squirted more lube over his cock and managed to push the rod a little deeper, gradual with the movement.
Viktor reeled with the penetration and bent over from the feeling. He swore in what could only be a specific Zaun phrase unknown to Jayce. “You think of me when you do this?" His breathing staggered as he worked the rod in and out.
A smile played over Jayce’s face. “This is just the rod…” He reached for the dial to turn on the charge. “Just wait till you crank it.” Viktor’s eyes were impossibly wide, anticipating the acceleration of the runes.
Jayce took over, holding the device in his hands while Viktor leaned into it, bracing himself against the table. Jayce nudged his nose under Viktor's bulge and lapped out toward his hole, clicking the arcane rod on and felt, with Viktor, the jolt of arcane energy pulse through his body and into him simultaneously. Jayce was already spent but his cock twitched, untouched, between his legs. Viktor cried out with the vibration through the rod. Jayce quickly removed it to allow him to cum in hot streaks across his own chest. He killed the switch and drank up Viktor's cum, kissing over the divot of his pelvis.
"Slow down... Gimme a– Just a moment." Viktor brushed a hand through Jayce's hair with all the tender care in the world, assuring him that he had done more than was expected of him. They came down from the exquisite high, both panting and sweaty from the effort. Viktor tapped Jayce's shoulder, asking for some space as he sat up, pushing his hair back to try and bring some semblance of tidiness to the overall visage. It only had him looking more ragged and spent in the end. "Jayce, my crutch, please." Jayce leapt into action at the request, scrambling to get the thing and holding it out for Viktor to lean on. He rose from the table and stretched his tense muscles pulling the blanket with him, hugging it over his shoulders. It didn't escape Jayce that he took the comfort with him, an item of Jayce's that Viktor took great pride in having. As his eyes softened over Jayce still knelt beneath him his brow pinched with a pout perched on his lips. "Jayce, you didn't even come." His free hand cupped his cheek and Jayce's eyes slid closed momentarily from the affection.
"I already– Before– It's fine." Jayce tried to brush off his own pleasure, despite the weeping from his cock, begging to be touched.
Viktor's eyes dragged away from Jayce to look at something behind him. He turned with the horror that someone else may have entered, but the room remained empty. He followed Viktor's gaze over to the modified arm. He could guess where Viktor's mind had wandered to.
"With me, Jayce." Viktor pulled away from him toward it, grabbing the back of a chair to wheel over with him. The blanket billowed behind him in a magnificent wave, following him as he turned back to offer a sweeping arm to the seat for Jayce. "Sit."
Whatever power Jayce thought he had over Viktor before diminished in a single glance. He was at his partner's behest, because whatever they were about to do they'd do it together, as a unit, with care and tenderness at the depths of their hearts. Jayce swallowed heavily and sat down, eyeing the arm to his left periphery. "I might have left out a fantasy or two, Jayce..." Viktor's palm pressed against his throat, gentle, just holding. "How is this?" Jayce wanted more immediately, he leant forward to push against Viktor's hand. The smallest twitch in Viktor's eye revealed the satisfaction he craved. Viktor closed his hand around him while standing over Jayce, leaning with his crutch under his arm for support. Jayce wanted to hold him, invite him on his lap at the very least. He must have reached out instinctively because Viktor slapped the hand away and practically snarled at him. "Be patient." His hands snapped to his sides and obliged. Not until Viktor said so, got it .
His partner pulled on the glove and activated the arm. The three digits clasped around his cock in unison with Viktor's hand guiding the movement. Jayce's chest heaved with heavy breaths, it wouldn't take much to have him coming after all that they did before. Viktor pressed his thumb over Jayce's throat, closing his airway, then releasing, testing him out, allowing him to adjust to the feeling. Jayce gave himself over to Viktor, completely open for him to do as he wished, use him as he liked. While wrapped up in the ecstasy of it all he startled at the press of Viktor's lips to his, moving slowly and lovingly against him. He opened his mouth to accept more of him, only to have his breath cut off again, a tight squeeze at his neck. On the release he still couldn't breathe because Viktor took the opportunity to smother him with his tongue, licking into Jayce's mouth and consuming him. He came with a whimpered groan against Viktor's mouth, his cum trickling down the fingers of the arcane arm with a pathetic dribble, having spent most of his load previously. Viktor held him through the orgasm, holding out for as long as he could before collapsing against Jayce, the strain of his posture giving way.
"We are so doing this again," Jayce panted out against Viktor's hair, his head now nestled into his chest from his collapse. The blanket fell around them, Jayce holding onto it as he hugged around Viktor's shoulders, shielding them from the cold of the lab as their combined heat started to decrease with the comedown. They were slick with sweat and the aromatic musk of sex surrounding them. It was perfect.
Viktor curled into him, still trying to catch his breath. "We certainly will not . We will be doing this on a bed if I have any say on the matter."
Jayce kissed the crown of Viktor's head and rubbed over his back, trying to soothe the potential discomfort of his partner. "We ought to find a bed soon, it's getting early…"
"A minute longer. Then we sleep."
A minute stretched to an hour, and eventually sunrise touched their cheeks and the spell was broken.
Next time , Jayce thought dreamily. He liked the sounds of that.