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Viktor believes in Jayce. From the moment he got his hands on Jayce's notes, he was pulled into the man's orbit by the sheer force of his determination. He doesn't want to think about a life where he was a minute later walking in on him at the edge of everything. He believed in science, magic, himself, and Jayce. One day he hoped he would need both hands to count his beliefs.
Only once did Jayce tell him something truly unbelievable.
Jayce Talis, the Man of Progress, soon to be the face of Piltover, already their Golden Boy, had never had sex in his life. This was unbelievable to Viktor for two reasons.
The first is that Jayce is objectively, absurdly attractive. He's a tall, dark, and handsome genius, the kind of romance novel protagonist that Viktor thought only existed in dreams and fiction. Though to be fair, those weren't Viktor's first or even tenth choice of genre when it came to literature. Biologically, Jayce's symmetrical features and musculature worked the way bright colors and dances did on females during mating season. Or at least, so Viktor thought. It certainly worked on him.
The second is that Jayce is more passionate than any man Viktor has ever met. He speaks on his ideals like they have been with him since birth (and, to be fair, he has been dreaming of making hextech a reality since he was a child), and that passion was what kept Mel from having them arrested for breaking and entering a couple of years ago. Viktor never imagined meeting someone who was not only his intellectual equal, but shared his dream of improving everyone's lives with science at his level.
He thinks about that night often. The way Jayce’s eyes sparkled in the crystal’s cyan glow, and the shadows cast by the strong features of his face, are imprinted in his memory. He still sees them, but even more, spending every day in the lab with Jayce, the place where his passion is on full display. It’s why he is rarely shy around Viktor, especially with initiating touch. Viktor still finds himself staring at Jayce’s large hands when they land on his shoulder. Their warmth seeps past his clothes, into his skin, circulating to his heart, and all he does is stare and smile in return. Viktor stole longing glances often enough that he was sure he must’ve been caught before. But Jayce was a bit oblivious when it came to matters of the heart, which was probably why he was still a virgin despite being the undisputed most eligible bachelor in Piltover.
They had been friends long enough that they talked about everything, but this development was fairly recent.
Jayce was, typically, and to Viktor's horror, a morning person. Viktor was always first to the lab, but by the time Jayce strolled in he had already been up for a few hours to eat breakfast, stretch, run, and sometimes even stop to get them both the expensive café drinks instead of leaving Viktor to suffer the burnt aftertaste of their shitty lab coffeemaker.
"Late night?" Viktor asked as the doors to the lab slid open and an unusual but familiar creature shuffled in. Jayce, unrested and unshaven, plopped down into his desk chair with a groan. Viktor slid his stool over to Jayce's desk with his usual: black coffee, two sugars. He had his own unique tastes, but the idea of coffee without cream made Viktor's whole body shiver.
"Don't ask," Jayce groaned, picking his head up and sliding the hot mug towards himself. "Thank you, sorry. I'm not normally like this."
"I'm aware," Viktor chuckled and rubbed a circle around Jayce's back with an open hand. Physical affection was something he still struggled with, but Jayce made it easier, both by being very open to it and very tempting to touch. "I know you said don't ask but I'm going to ask."
"Funding gala. Mel. Kept me up way too late." He dragged a hand down his face. Viktor froze up momentarily, then continued his ministrations.
"I see, she finally made a move, eh? Good for you. Both of you. I hope you had fun." Viktor was going to leave it at that when Jayce's head popped up in alert. Color had returned to his face a little too quickly.
"I-Viktor, no, not like that."
"Ah, you do not kiss and tell. I respect that. Your secret is safe with me."
"No it's not that, it's..." Jayce sighed and stared deep into his coffee. "I usually know my limits and I drank way too much last night. But I remember everything. Unfortunately."
"Even more than when we went shot for shot?"
Jayce shuddered.
"No, absolutely not. Never again."
Viktor had been in a similar position, rubbing Jayce's back in circles, as he knelt over his apartment's toilet for almost an hour and spent the rest of the night on the tile floor.
"Just enough to make an ass out of myself and not get home until... I don't remember. I didn't even have time to stretch this morning."
"The horror." Viktor said flatly. Jayce shoved his shoulder and took his first sip of coffee with a pleased hum. Viktor wished he could make Jayce do that again but with his mouth. "So it was more of a some thing than a some one ." Jayce nodded.
"I think the last time some one kept me up that late we were committing crimes in the name of science," Jayce looked at Viktor fondly with his chin resting on one hand. "And then spending, what, an hour? Figuring out how to get down from the ceiling."
"Ah, so it's been a while since you..."
Jayce raised an eyebrow. Viktor bobbed his head from side to side and moved his hands vaguely. He was unsure how to wordlessly communicate the act he was envisioning without looking like a perverted preteen.
"Since I...?"
"You know."
"I don't, Viktor. And you know I don't appreciate you expecting me to read your mind."
"Sex, Jayce."
Jayce choked on the mouthful of coffee he'd just taken. Viktor transitioned his rubbing circles into hearty smacks on the back until Jayce was done coughing. He was even more red than before, though that also could have been from the momentary lack of oxygen.
"No, Viktor," he shook his head as if to emphasize his answer. "I don't-I haven't-" Jayce tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Is it hot in here? It feels hot."
"It's February. Jayce, if it's been a while, that's fine. It's honestly been a few years for m-"
"I haven't."
Jayce stared into his coffee, shoulders up to his ears, brows stitched together, while Viktor pondered his answer. The math was not adding up, and Viktor scrunched his face in frustration like he was facing an equation that stumped him.
"Ever?"
Jayce shook his head, holding the sides of his neck and hiding behind his forearms.
"You're pulling my leg."
"Viktor, if you're going to make a big deal out of this-"
"No, no!" Viktor pulled away from him. Heat radiated off of Jayce's entire body even more than usual. "I am sorry for pushing. It was inappropriate." Jayce took a measured breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth.
"It's okay, V," his shoulders finally fell back to their natural resting place, and he tapped a pen against the rim of his mug in thought. "Let's just get to work. My head is killing me."
Despite what Jayce said, Viktor found himself drowning in his own guilt all day. Had he pushed too far? Jayce would have said something, he has been open about expressing his discomfort before. And these moments, rare as they were, never stretched any further than a few hours into the day. But Viktor still lingered on it, holding his breath every time he heard Jayce get out of his seat, his heart pounding even more than usual every time he called Viktor’s name. He didn't even need his usual fifth cup of coffee because his mind would not stop racing.
"Why were you so surprised?" Jayce lingered by Viktor's side of the lab several hours later, as he was about to leave for the day. "About the..." he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Sex thing."
What was Viktor supposed to say? You're the most beautiful and passionate man I've ever met? I can't imagine people not throwing themselves at you all day? I've thought about fucking you since I first came to inspect your blown-up apartment?
Viktor sighed.
"It is my fault for assuming that everyone our age has engaged in that sort of activity." He spun around in his stool and leaned back against his desk. "Believe it or not, the Academy has plenty of virgins, some even older than myself."
Jayce nodded, seeming to believe him, but still fiddling with a buckle on his messenger bag.
"Is there anything else?"
"I just never had time, y'know?" Jayce said, and Viktor hummed affirmatively. "I spent every second of my days in the Academy studying school work o-or hextech... even though I was in the theorizing stages for most of that time. Now that you're helping, I have a lot more free time but I just didn't think about spending it on...that." Jayce trailed off, likely unaware of the white-knuckle grip he had on his bag strap.
Viktor waited. Jayce was squirming under his gaze, waiting for Viktor to ask. But teasing him like this was far more fun.
"Not that I never thought about it," Jayce wrung the strap in his hands like he could squeeze blood from it. "No one's ever really asked me either. At least, I don't think so. Had to wait for that second puberty to kick in, y'know?"
"Jayce, you know I don't."
"Right." He cleared his throat and turned his body ever so slightly back towards the exit. "It's just that I never felt comfortable enough with anyone either, like I would need to trust someone entirely to even talk about stuff like that."
“Yes, and to participate in the act itself would also require a tremendous amount of trust, especially the first time, no?”
“Exactly.”
Viktor nodded. Jayce’s appearance said it all: the fidgeting, the redness creeping at the nape of his neck and the tips of his ears, the dilation of his pupils, even the way he kept leaning closer as he spoke, despite seeming to be on his way out of the lab for the day.
“I wish I could just get it over with.”
“Jayce-”
“I know it’s not a big deal but everyone makes it a big deal and-”
" Jayce ," Viktor said firmly. The tone brought Jayce to attention, and Viktor crossed his arms, suppressing a grin he could feel threatening the corners of his mouth. "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Yes.” Jayce answers quickly, “I mean, if you want to. I just really want to get this whole virginity thing off my back. With someone I trust and I know you're not-"
Viktor stood, cane in hand, and stepped up to Jayce. He grabbed a handful of his partner's dark red cravat and pulled so their faces were just inches apart.
"You are sure?"
And Jayce whimpered . Then nodded. Viktor felt him swallow hard with the hand holding his cravat. He pulled Jayce even closer to whisper into the shell of his ear.
"Go close all the blinds."
"...here? Now?"
"Did you have another time or place in mind? I thought you wanted to get this over with."
Jayce immediately straightened up and got to work at his task while Viktor made his way to the lab doors to lock them. In reality, Viktor wanted to get this over with. He wanted to get started before either of them could lose their nerve. Before he said or did something stupid from overthinking.
"On the desk," Viktor commanded with a wave of his arm, and Jayce eagerly hopped onto the surface. He parted Jayce's legs and stood between them. "First things first."
Viktor held Jayce's chin between his thumb and forefinger gently.
"I'm going to kiss you," he breathed out just centimeters from Jayce's lips. "Is that okay?"
"God, yes," Jayce whispered. "Viktor, please ."
So he obliged. He pulled Jayce forward by the jaw and pressed their lips together. He felt Jayce's arms wrap around him and deepen the kiss as naturally as breathing. Viktor moved with him and gently pressed his tongue against the seam of Jayce's lips, which parted for him immediately. As Viktor delicately worked his tongue into Jayce's mouth, Jayce eagerly licked the inside of his, almost frantic. What started as an experimental first kiss had turned into a desperate, wet, and messy exploration of each other's mouths.
When Viktor finally pulled away with a gasp, Jayce's face was peach pink and hot, with his hair sticking up at odd angles where Viktor had run his hands through it.
"Okay so," Viktor laughed lightly. "You have done that."
Jayce's blush deepened.
"Why don't you tell me what you have done and what you know you like?" Viktor looked away from Jayce and focused his attention on unbuttoning the man's vest. "And if you need me to slow down or stop, please say so. I will not be angry or offended. I promise." Once he felt Jayce nod, he continued.
"Well, I like you," he started, sheepishly. Viktor was immediately grateful to have his head down and focused on undressing Jayce. Letting him see the effect those words had on him would be mortifying. "And yeah I've kissed before and- hah -" Viktor had pulled aside Jayce's vest, loosened his cravat, and gingerly brushed his lips along his neck. "Viktor-"
"Do not let me interrupt you. Go on. I am still listening."
He heard Jayce swallow a lump in his throat and got back to work on his partner's shirt buttons.
"I-It was a really good kiss though. Just now. Probably the best kiss ever." Viktor pulled the bottoms of Jayce's shirt out of his waistband, Jayce's breath hitching for the microsecond Viktor's fingers grazed the spot under his belt. "So, yeah, that. And touching over the clothes and stuff." Viktor pulled back to get a good look at his now shirtless partner. His skin was glowing, pulled tight over well-worked muscle. Two light scars that mirrored each other framed his pecs, and a neat trail of dark hair disappeared below his waistband.
"What's wrong?" Jayce asked, frowning just slightly.
Viktor took a deep breath.
"Absolutely nothing. You're perfect, Jayce."
He beamed at the praise and leaned forward to capture Viktor's mouth in another short kiss. His hands cupped Viktor's head and kissed just above his lip, then right under his eye, then his forehead, and his lips again. Viktor fought back tears brought on by the absolute tenderness of it all.
He moved on to Jayce's belt buckle and fly with his head down again. Jayce still had his hands on Viktor's head, and was rubbing soothing circles into his scalp with his thumbs.
"You're really taking your time, V." Jayce spoke with his lips against Viktor's scalp, nose nestled in soft, brown hair.
"Would you like me to pick up the pace?" Viktor looked back up at him. Jayce pulled his bottom lip into his mouth.
"N-no, it's okay," Jayce glanced away from Viktor, embarrassed. "I like it."
"Good," he splayed his hand against Jayce's chest to get him to lean on his elbows and pulled on his waistband. Jayce lifted his hips to assist in removing his pants, until he was just left in his dark red boxer briefs. To Viktor's delight, there was the smallest wet patch on the fabric between Jayce's legs. "So good for me, Jayce." He pulled up his stool and sat at eye level to Jayce's clothed cunt. He gently blew onto the wet patch, and Jayce gasped.
"When was the last time you touched yourself?" Viktor asked.
"I-Probably a couple days ago," he felt Jayce's thighs heat up near his head, and he turned to start kissing the muscular expanse of them. Jayce let out another gasp. "Fuck, Viktor."
"Tell me about it," Viktor's lips travelled closer and closer to the hem of Jayce's underwear until he'd passed it and was kissing the fabric. "What do you think about?"
"Sometimes I just- hah - think about the feeling," Viktor dragged his teeth and tongue along Jayce's skin, going back towards his knees. Jayce was panting. "I touch myself and I imagine it's someone else." Viktor blew against the line of saliva he'd left and Jayce yelped. He glanced up, and Jayce was looking down at him with a hand up to his mouth. He kissed and licked at a soft spot on Jayce's thigh and watched a muffled whimper escape him. Viktor reached up to remove Jayce's hand from his mouth.
"None of that, zlatíčko , I want to hear everything," Viktor looked at him seriously, and Jayce threw his head back with a sigh. "Keep going, you're doing great." He kneaded circles into the muscle of Jayce's thighs with his thumbs.
"I- mmf !" Without warning, Viktor had nuzzled his nose into the crook of Jayce's thigh and was inhaling his scent. It was musky, clean, but still so distinctly Jayce . More Jayce than Viktor had ever smelled, even when he came back drenched in sweat and soot from the forge. He pressed kisses around where his partner’s cunt was begging for him to touch. Jayce took a deep breath again. "I think about you sometimes."
Viktor's eyes widened and shot up to Jayce's, who was looking down at him with embarrassment. Before it could turn to regret, Viktor kissed the inside of his thigh once more, tenderly this time.
"What do you think about me doing to you?" Viktor's voice shook, betraying the desire inside him that had been reaching a boiling point since their first kiss. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of Jayce's boxer briefs and pulled, watching as his partner's eyes locked onto the motion. The sun had started to set, and the light coming in from the windows cast beautiful golden lines through the blinds onto Jayce's bronze skin that sparkled with sweat. Jayce's cunt was glistening, thick and swollen, his cock bright red and at full attention. "Is it anything like this?"
"Yes," Jayce admitted sheepishly. He groaned to the ceiling as Viktor kissed along his slit. "This is way better, though."
Viktor hummed against the wet, tacky skin of Jayce's cunt. After a final kiss to the nest of hair just above, Viktor dove into the heat with his tongue flat against Jayce's folds.
"Oh fuck," Jayce was already trembling as Viktor continued, tasting every spot he could possibly reach with his tongue, pushing his face harder to get deeper. Jayce whined beneath him. "So fucking good, holy shit."
Viktor rested Jayce's thighs on his shoulders and pulled away. He felt the air of the lab cool the wetness covering his mouth and chin. Jayce's slick. It almost felt like a sin to stop devouring him, even for a second.
"Tell me more, Jayce," Viktor was panting now, any ability to hide his fiery want finally dissolving. " Please ."
"I imagine this," Jayce was desperately trying to keep it together as Viktor unraveled him with his tongue. "I-I've thought about you laying between my legs, on my bed, doing this for hours." Viktor raised his eyebrows and looked up at Jayce before pulling his engorged clit into his mouth. Jayce let out a high-pitched whine, then took a few deep breaths before continuing.
"Just the two of us, touching each other in my bed for a full afternoon, but your mouth is so much better than I could imagine," Jayce groaned. "And you wouldn't stop until you made me come over and over."
Viktor sucked and bobbed his head on Jayce's cock, working him through every expletive and moan and deep breath. He experimentally pressed his thumb to Jayce's entrance, and it twitched into the sudden touch. Viktor glanced up at his partner for permission, and Jayce's gapped teeth were holding onto his bottom lip like it might fall off. Even flushed and sweating and dripping with lust, Jayce remained so impossibly charming, maybe even adorable. Once he connected the dots with Viktor's stare, he nodded eagerly and looked down to watch as Viktor slipped a slender, pale digit into Jayce's waiting heat with no friction. Just as Jayce's jaw dropped, Viktor started to move slowly in and out.
"Do you do this to yourself, Jayce? Fuck your fingers like this?"
"Fuck, Viktor, yeah, I do. But yours are so- fuck -" Viktor barely curled his finger inside, pressing lightly against Jayce's walls. "So fucking good, V."
"Do you want another?" Jayce's slick was already dripping down to Viktor's wrist. He was immensely grateful that his partner had cleaned off the desk space before they started. Jayce nodded emphatically, and he slipped in his middle finger with ease, feeling the entrance tighten around his knuckles.
"Viktor," Jayce whined, and Viktor watched his cunt clench around him. "Please, don't stop." He didn't say anything more, opting to instead circle his tongue around Jayce's needy cock. He added a third finger and curled them until he felt Jayce tighten and heard him wail. " There , oh fuck, right there. I'm so close."
Viktor's jaws and wrist were sore, but all of his bodily pains faded behind the sounds he was pulling from Jayce. He'd catalogued each one, which touches made which noises, how speed or pressure changed the pitch. He wrapped his hand around to Jayce's lower abdomen and pushed.
"Ah, fuck, Viktor," Jayce was shouting now, completely lost in the moment, each word punctuated with a breathy moan. "Shit, wait-"
Before Viktor could pull away, Jayce came. It splashed Viktor's face and filled his mouth deliciously. His shirt collar and cravat were soaked. But when he finally looked up, Jayce was hiding his face behind his hands. Against his better judgement, he leaned forward to pull his partner's hands open. His eyes were watering, his bottom lip quivering, and he couldn't make eye contact.
"Fuck, I- I'm sorry Viktor, that's so embarrassing," he voice warbled. "If you don't wanna do this anymore I-" Viktor stood to pull him into his arms and held him there, shushing him and rubbing his back. He pulled Jayce's face up to look at him and kissed his forehead.
"Jayce, that was extremely hot," Viktor admitted. Jayce blinked up at him. "But we can take a break if you need to. Or stop here. Whatever you want."
"Do you want to keep going?" Jayce wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Viktor raised an eyebrow and stepped back. Jayce's eyes travelled to Viktor's cock that was standing firmly at attention, trapped in his slacks, then snapped back up to his face.
“Look at what you do to me, Jayce.”
He gasped, eyebrows raised, and Viktor pulled him in for a slow, sweet kiss. Their foreheads touched, but then Viktor was struck with a realization that made him grimace.
"I don't suppose you have a condom?" Viktor asked sheepishly.
Jayce mumbled something in response, so low Viktor couldn't hear.
"Speak up, Jayce."
"I don't need one if you don't," Jayce's voice cracked, his volume now too high. His face burned close to Viktor's, getting impossibly redder, his pupils swallowing his hazel irises almost entirely. "Wanna be close."
"Only if you are sure." Viktor said seriously.
Jayce just nodded and leaned back, spreading his legs like he was on display. Viktor licked his lips, and his partner looked more confident than he had all night. Like he finally understood how much Viktor wanted him. The inside of his thighs were shining in the moonlight that streamed through the windows, his cunt pillowy and sparkling from the cascade of slick that had poured from him just minutes ago.
Viktor leaned over to kiss him, and felt Jayce tug at his vest buttons. His fingers deftly unbuttoned them, determined despite trembling with desire, quickly shedding his layers until he was just as naked as Jayce. And Jayce looked at him like he'd hung the moon and every star.
"I-" Jayce ran his hands down Viktor's pale torso, his tan skin even warmer in comparison to the pale, almost translucent planes of his partner’s body. He thumbed at his nipples, and each mole and beauty mark, making his way to Viktor's hips. "You're so beautiful, V."
And Viktor knew his flush would bloom from his chest to his neck and beyond, but for once he didn't care because of the way Jayce looked at him. Like he meant what he said. Like he was beautiful.
He pulled the stool over with his foot and pushed it as low as possible in case he needed to rest his leg, and finally let his length rest in Jayce's slick folds. The two groaned in unison, in relief, in pleasure. Viktor's precome dribbled onto Jayce's swollen clit.
"I'm going in, Jayce, okay?" Jayce nodded eagerly as Viktor lined himself up and slowly pressed the head of his cock into his partner's impossibly hot and tight cunt. He knew he'd prepped Jayce well, and he wasn't much larger than average, but it was still an intense squeeze around the tip. Jayce's face was contorted in a familiar expression of pleasure and pain, but Viktor still reached out to find his hand.
"Doing okay?" Viktor asked in a whisper. Jayce nodded again, eyes still closed but the wrinkle in his brow slowly smoothing out. Viktor stroked the top of his hand with his thumb. "You're so good for me, Jayce. So perfect."
Viktor watched his cock disappear into Jayce inch by inch, squeezing his hand the entire time, and let out a deep breath as his bony hips met the plushness of Jayce's thighs. Jayce looked beautiful, lying flat across the desk, moonlight casting lines along his sculpted body. They highlighted every deep breath that Jayce took as he adjusted. Viktor leaned down to kiss his cheek and lingered by his ear.
"You take me so well, Jayce. Such a good boy. Such a good, sweet boy, my kočičko ."
Viktor didn't even notice the momentary possessiveness in his voice, too busy taking in the glimmering body and pleasured sighs of Jayce Talis.
"Let me know when you want me to move."
Jayce turned his face to Viktor's and just stared, mapping out his features, analyzing each line and mole and wrinkle. He might have felt uncomfortable with anyone else doing such a thing, but Jayce looked at him with such pure and unblemished adoration that it was impossible to feel anything but the same.
"Will you kiss me again, V?"
It was the easiest question anyone had ever asked him.
"Of course," Viktor dipped down and gently kissed him. He set the pace, taking his time to enjoy the soft plushness of his partner's lips. For a moment, he opened his eyes, and Jayce's were closed in a state of total bliss. Then, his long lashes fluttered as they opened to meet Viktor's gaze, and they both smiled into the kiss. Viktor pulled back to look at him, still grinning. "Hello there."
"Hey," Jayce giggled, his tooth gap peeking through his lips and that same look of absolute reverence on his face. "Viktor I- I wanted this for a while actually." Viktor's brows shot up. "I didn't just want to get it over with. I'm so happy it's you." Jayce pulled Viktor's hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle lovingly.
"Jayce, you can have me any way you wish," Viktor punctuated each word with a kiss to Jayce's jaw, slowly moving down his neck. "Anytime. Anywhere. I'm all yours." He brought his lips back up and planted them on Jayce's one more time.
"I think you can move now," Jayce whispered, a nervous excitement in his voice.
Viktor pulled his hips back slowly and started slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to get Jayce used to the movement. He whined and squirmed and squeezed Viktor's hands where they rested, fingers interlocked, above his head. The feeling of sliding along Jayce's broad, heaving, beautiful body with his cock wrapped tightly in the pure hot, wet soak of his partner's pussy made him shiver.
"Jayce, you feel incredible," Viktor spoke into his neck, and Jayce sighed approvingly. "Do you want more?" Before he'd even gotten the words out, Jayce's head was nodding next to his. Viktor pulled out almost all the way, his tip almost slipping out, then quickly drove back in.
"Oh fuck that's- You feel so fucking good, V."
"Taking me so well Jayce, so perfect. Such a good boy." The words felt punched out of Viktor as he kept speeding up. But Jayce did not seem to mind, and soon he felt his partner's cunt pulsing around him again. He lifted his leg onto his stool, the new angle allowing him to drive deeper into Jayce's pussy.
"I'm close, Viktor I-" Jayce groaned and his hands squeezed Viktor's impossibly tight. "Gonna come on your cock, V." He whined.
Viktor leaned forward and released one of his hands to slide between their burning hot skin. He thumbed urgently, if a bit clumsily, at Jayce's cock.
"Viktor, kiss me, please ."
Warm, muscular arms wrapped around Viktor, pinning him to his partner's chest and almost lifting him off the floor. He barely captured Jayce's lips before he was clenching hard around his cock, pulling Viktor closer to his own peak as he fucked Jayce through his orgasm.
It seemed to be coming in waves, or he was coming again, because the moment Viktor thought the pattern of squeezing had slowed, it gripped him harder than ever. At the exact same time, Jayce sunk his teeth into his partner's shoulder. The sudden tight grip of his mouth and his pussy pulled Viktor over the edge, and he came inside Jayce, shuddering and moaning and dripping sweat.
They stayed like that for a while. When Viktor's cock had softened, he let Jayce fully pull him onto the desk and flopped, boneless, to his side. In his heart, he could have stayed there forever. But, as usual, his body betrayed him, and any part that wasn't touching Jayce was now freezing from where the lab's cold air met his wet skin.
The moment he shivered, Jayce sat up and crossed the room to their lab's couch. Viktor pretended not to notice the slight change in Jayce's gait or take pride in it. He sat up on the desk and his joints protested vigorously.
Jayce returned with the large blue throw blanket from their couch and, as he went to wrap Viktor, winced at the blossoming bruise on his shoulder.
"I love it, Jayce. It is like a souvenir."
He grinned and planted a kiss onto the bite mark before wrapping Viktor into a perfect bundle of warmth.
"I wonder," he said as Jayce sat back on the desk beside him. "If this is how that bug felt."
"What bug?" Jayce asked, leaning back on his elbows.
"The snug one."
Jayce huffed out a laugh and shook his head.
"Well, he was in a rug, so-"
"'He?' That's awfully presumptuous, Jayce."
Jayce shoved him playfully and Viktor pretended to almost topple over so he could be caught, a normal routine when Viktor told a particularly awful joke. But this time Jayce continued to hold him, warming him, smelling him.
"Did you mean it?" Viktor asked and looked up at him.
"I meant everything I said," Jayce promised, and pressed a kiss to Viktor's temple. "But what specifically are you asking about?"
"That you've thought about spending the afternoon in your bed, tangled up with me, making each other come over and over for hours?"
Jayce's cheeks visibly warmed again and he scratched at his cheek, looking down and away from Viktor.
"Yeah, yeah I did mean that."
"Well," Viktor rested his head against Jayce's shoulder. "It has been a while since we took a day off."
"Now who's being presumptuous?"
"Fine," Viktor said with fake indignation. "I will come to the lab tomorrow and screw other things all day, then." Jayce chuckled and pulled Viktor closer to him.
"I give up. Your unstoppable charisma has persuaded me to let you stay in my bed and pleasure me all day."
"What can I say? I am very charming." Viktor grinned at him, and Jayce leaned in for a kiss. His partner helped him down from the table, and they started to redress, wordlessly handing over articles of clothing that had strayed from their original landing spots.
Before long they were curled up in Jayce's warm bed, kissing lazily as they fought their encroaching slumber off for as long as they could, if only to spend another brief moment together in the waking world.
"It was perfect, Viktor," Jayce held his partner's face in one hand, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb, and watching as Viktor's eyes took longer to reopen with each blink. "Thank you for giving me this."
Viktor's instinct was to respond with snark. But he was either too tired or too smitten to be so snide with Jayce.
"I will give you anything you want, my sweet." Finally, his eyes were too heavy to keep open, and they both fell asleep.
And, for once, Jayce didn't mind the thought of sleeping in.