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It is odd, Jayce thinks, to experience the sensation of standing, but to actually be floating in a dark, star-studded abyss.
The Arcane, the Hexzone, whatever this place is, it is as other as it gets.
Jayce nudges the invisible floor with what could be one of his toes. Only his head and face are fully rendered so far - the rest of his form is still nebulous, more light than man, a glowing blank slate of a body.
In their waking reality, in some version of Runeterra where they both exist in physical bodies, he and Viktor share a cottage in the middle of nowhere. Some lost place where the Arcane spat them out, left to fend for themselves. Somehow, he and Viktor had survived. Time has passed. Enough time to rediscover each other, to find a new normal. They have two strong legs between them, scars on their bodies, and minds littered with minefields of pain and regret. Regardless, they take care of each other.
But this is not waking reality. It's a place where he and Viktor can go when they sleep. If they lay wrapped around each other, if they look each other in the eyes beforehand and agree to go to this other place.
In this reality, all physical tethers are gone. A pure void of magic, a scientific impossibility which still - somehow - exists. There is very little that either Jayce nor Viktor can control here, merely tiny ripples in a vast lake. The Arcane permits their presence, Jayce supposes. Here, he feels lighter, unburdened. It feels like a kindness, the sort with which Jayce might struggle to accept. Here at the end of everything, there began something else.
As the tops of his shoulders begin to gradually materialize, Jayce becomes aware that he is not alone. He smiles to himself.
There is another being beside him - a tall, metallic creature, a godling - once as large as a planet, and now about a head taller than Jayce. The being tilts their head as they look at him.
No. Viktor tilts his head, looking at him.
He's taken on the form of the Arcane Herald - a figure of power with long, spindled limbs and a blank metal face, like a mask, imposing and graceful. Remnants of the old face still linger around the edges of the mask. The eyes glow gold. Jayce perceives an expression in them, one of soft affection. Viktor hovers more than stands here in the Arcane, the golden details across his body catching starlight. His third arm - the Hexclaw - hovers in its usual place behind his head - quiet, alert, glowing runes muted and wavering.
Here in this vast liminal space, without the usual borders of a physical body, Jayce recognizes his own emotions like bursts of temperature. He interprets warmth as joy, coolness as calm. And there's a hotter feeling, pooling at the center of his awareness. He recognizes it; desire.
Maybe it's strange, maybe it's obscene, but something about Viktor in this form, in this space, makes him want.
"I'm really glad we're doing this," Jayce murmurs, looking up at Viktor's strange, remarkable face, "Ever since you told me that you can change forms, that you wanted to try, I..." Viktor stays still, watching him. "...I realized that I really hoped you'd let me see it when you do." He bites his lower lip, looking away into the star-strewn Arcane.
There is a curious mechanical humming sound, and Jayce looks over again to see that Viktor has come closer. If Jayce reaches out, his hand will touch the golden filigree on Viktor's chest. He waits, wanting to touch, but no - he wants to be patient.
After a moment, Viktor speaks in a strange, accented reverberation. "Perhaps you use the memory of our bond to be drawn to this form," he says, "The memory of the man that I was."
A chill - grief - snags at the edges of Jayce's psyche. He can't deny the truth; Viktor is right, as he often is. And yet...
"I know," Jayce sighs, soft and gentle, "but I can still feel you in there, Viktor. I can feel it; you're still you." He pauses, trying to find the right words. "I'm different, too. I don't think it's a bad thing," He pauses as the upper portion of his body registers a tingling warmth - like the heat of a blush. He realizes a second later that Viktor must have some perception of how he feels, because the tall figure stalks slowly forward until they are practically touching, and Jayce has to really tip his head back to see Viktor's Herald face. His mouth is dry, which makes little sense since much of his body remains nebulous. Somehow, physical response translates into this realm as well.
"Do I frighten you?" Viktor asks, almost bluntly, and Jayce holds his breath for a moment, apparently able to do so. Then he lets it out slowly, grounding himself.
"No, Viktor," he says, quietly, "No, you don't frighten me." He hopes that Viktor can sense his honesty, that his emotions are an open book. He has spent years subverting emotions from others, and he will do it no longer. "I... Viktor. It's you. You know that, right? How much I love you? No matter what form you take?"
Viktor falters, golden eyes glowing brighter for a second before he nods. "I do, Jayce. As much as I love you."
Those words still make Jayce's breath catch. "I never really stop wanting you, either," Jayce mutters, knowing that Viktor can still hear him, "In whatever form. Doesn't change how I feel."
"You... desire me? Like this?" Viktor's deep voice is so soft, almost nervous. Large metallic hands reach up, and Jayce can see them trembling. Vulnerable. The sight of it cuts him to the quick. Cool fingertips brush against his face, trailing along the lines of his jaw, hovering over the misty congruence that is his glowing astral form. "I worry that I might hurt you, unintentionally," Viktor whispers, and his glowing eyes slide closed, like he can't look at Jayce and touch him at the same time.
"I know that you won't," Jayce breathes, confident, "There are fewer limits here. And you will be good to me. Like you always are."
"You flatter me," Viktor rumbles, sounding fond, and then he cradles Jayce's face fully with his large smooth palms, tipping his head down until they can touch brows. "If I were capable, I think I would blush."
"Not trying to flatter you," Jayce protests, "Just... admiring you like this."
A new sensation slinks from Jayce's shoulders down to his belly; his glowing astral form is seemingly becoming more solid, taking on the appearance of his physical body outside of the Arcane. Even his arms feel more solid as he reaches out and slowly wraps them around Viktor's narrowest point. Viktor's body hums where they touch, large hands drawing Jayce closer as the stars drift around them. For a long moment, they float weightless in a safe dark sea of space and magic. Then they align together so that they are face-to-face. Large powerful arms, metallic and smooth, knotted with gold, slide around Jayce's body and pull him into an embrace. Small tremors and vibrations sweep through Viktor's form, inconsequential mechanizations of the Herald's body.
Jayce nuzzles against the left edge of the metal mask in the center of Viktor's new face. Even though Viktor is less warm then normal, and much larger than usual, there is something very familiar about the shape of his jaw, the peek of a closed, sealed human eyelid. Maybe, long ago, a younger version of Jayce would have been affected, even horrified, by this strange creation. But the Jayce that exists now feels no such thing. He just feels lucky, somehow. Lucky that he can be here at all. Lucky that Viktor trusts him enough to share this form with him.
Lucky that they are somehow, unbelievably, not dead. They're alive.
"How are you feeling?" Jayce asks, soft and gentle against Viktor's face.
"Good," his partner responds, "Strong. You feel small in my arms, Jayce."
Jayce huffs out a laugh, looping his arms around Viktor's solid neck. His mouth grazes the edge of Viktor's jaw, the part that still remains soft flesh in this form. "Yeah, I'm still getting used to you picking me up," he agrees. More of his astral form is becoming tangible, chest to thighs and down to his feet. He wraps his newly-corporeal legs around Viktor's long, narrow waist.
"Do you like it?" Viktor asks, smoothly, and Jayce buries his face against Viktor's throat, mouth open as it brushes over metallic tendons and skin.
"Yeah, Vik," he breathes, "You're stronger than me like this..." Of course he likes it, he really likes it. His astral form solidifies completely into something as close to physical as is possible in this place. Something naked and vulnerable and hungry. He hums softly against Viktor's throat, pressing kisses along any part he can reach. Viktor cradles him close, a low purr building in his chest with each passing moment.
"Wait."
Jayce goes still.
"Let me set you down. There is something I wish to show you."
That hunger remains, simmering, but is momentarily outshone by genuine curiosity. Jayce finds himself being set down on some unseen support, like smooth wood. Beneath his feet, he can see nothing.
"I have supervision over this form," Viktor begins, holding his long arms away from his sides. The third arm shifts along with his shoulders, its pincers in a tight clasp like a folded flower. "When I discovered that I could modify the basic components of this body, I... eh..." The machinations of his body hum as he shifts his weight, punctuating the silence. "... I found that I was able to take some liberties with this form's anatomy. Perhaps it was a vain notion, but... I admit, I am pleased with the result."
Jayce can't stop his wide smile. Viktor doing something for himself is a good sign.
"After so long without such agency, it seems fortunate that I would find some now."
Jayce nods. For a moment he looks away, the temperature of his emotions wavering and cooling with guilt. His chest aches, a brief flicker of memory making him wince - Viktor, cold, pale, unmoving - and he draws in a sharp breath.
"Jayce."
He can't help but want to look at Viktor again. His partner is a vision, a faint glow emanating from every crack and crevice on Viktor's surface.
"Focus on me, Jayce," Viktor murmurs, his tone so gentle it is almost a purr, "I know what is on your mind. I have thought about it. But when I discovered that I now have agency over this form, I... I felt... excited. I want you to see." He glows a little brighter, gold details glinting, and Jayce is able to breath in slowly, feels that knot of anxiety loosen in his chest.
"I want to," he says, "I want to see."
"It is quite... lewd."
Jayce's eyebrows raise. "Oh?"
"Very."
His partner's voice might be different right now, but Jayce immediately catches on to the playful intonation. "Well now I definitely want to see," Jayce chuckles, feeling himself flush warmly again, "Since you're so excited about it..."
Viktor makes a noise that sounds very much like a long-suffering sigh.
"Very well. Look here." With both hands, Viktor gestures towards his own groin.
Jayce's eyes immediately track the movement, permitting himself to look at the smooth, featureless panel there.
One slender, gilded hand slips down between Viktor's own long legs, cupping over the smooth mound. Fingertips gently feel around the area, pressing along the center.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, a thin glowing slit begins to appear - gradually widening, pulsing, opening. Jayce stares wide-eyed as Viktor makes one of those gravelly hums above him. The Herald's metal fingers explore the new opening, the pads of them gentle, almost coaxing. A glowing, purple slick seems to drip free, anointing the fingers that explore so carefully. Jayce stands frozen in awe, mind suddenly full of static, saliva pooling under his tongue. One of Viktor's fingers dips into the glowing slit, teasing through the amethyst wetness, making himself shudder from head to toe with a resounding vibration of sound.
"Is that...?" Jayce leans closer without a thought, eyes wide. "Is that a..." There is a new, strange sound, which he quickly realizes is Viktor laughing. Jayce covers his own mouth with one hand, amused and embarrassed in equal measure at his own stumbling words. Normally, he's a lot better at this. "Sorry, it's just... fascinating."
The Herald grumbles wordlessly. Then, "Do you find it... attractive? It is different than what I had before."
Jayce drags his eyes up from where they were locked on Viktor's groin. "Yeah, yes. I like it. Definitely."
Another rumble, maybe a laugh. "I suppose I should have expected no less."
There's no reason to deny his own sexual proclivities. "You know me," he breathes, already going over a mental checklist of ways he'd like to touch and explore and...
Maybe he should just ask for what he wants.
"May I touch you?"
Those glowing, golden eyes slowly blink down at him. Then, in a low, gravely tone, Viktor asks, "Do you think you have earned it, Jayce?"
Something about the way his partner asks that question makes Jayce's entire being flush with heat. He draws in a sharp breath, caught in that glowing gaze, his mouth hanging open rather stupidly until he remembers and snaps it shut. Once again he becomes aware of his own nakedness, of the prickle of wounded pride as well as arousal spreading over his skin in a heavy wave.
"I-I don't know if I've earned anything, but I can," Jayce insists. Inspiration takes him and he kneels at Viktor's feet, staring up, up, up, towards his lover's impassive face. "Tell me what you want me to do, Vik, and I'll do it."
"Hmm." The noncommittal response sounds pleased, almost smug. Viktor regards him quietly, one hand still between his legs, touching the glowing wet slit revealed there. Then, after a moment, "Do you recall what we talked about last night?"
"How could I forget?" Jayce feels a familiar glow of emotion, like slowly sinking into a comforting bath. "I said that I wished I could experiment more in my physical body, and you said that you did, too."
"And?" Viktor's deep, robotic voice sounds strained as he easily slips a couple of fingers into his opening. Jayce bites his lip hard in an effort to hold back a moan at the sight.
"And... th-then I told you that I was also curious about testing the limits of my astral body," he breathes in a rush, fists clenched tight at his sides.
Viktor's body quivers, a sound like a breath cut off by a deep reverberation.
"You may touch me here."
Jayce sighs with relief, drifting to Viktor's side at once. He reaches out with one hand to gently grasp one of the Herald's angular hips, pulling himself in even closer. His other hand smooths down, feeling the firm shape of abdominal muscles - muscles that twitch as he traces around the shallow navel. His fingertips trail lower, down over the pronounced pubic bone above that glowing slit. Viktor stays still as a statue, his large hand still hovering between his corded thighs. Jayce moves on instinct, not a single thought in his head, eyes going half-lidded as he leans in and places his tongue on the glowing, slick edge of Viktor's opening.
A few things happen at once.
Viktor's entire body shudders. The taste of iridescent slick washes over Jayce's tongue, and it's indescribably good. Then, powerful fingers slide into Jayce's hair and pull. He follows the pressure on his hair, a gasped apology on his lips, when suddenly Viktor doubles over with a deep resounding groan. Jayce blinks and finds himself staring at a very large, glowing, extremely attractive, purple-veined cock. It has, apparently, emerged unexpectedly from the glowing slit, the girth of it rising and twitching, trailing strands of iridescent slick from the tapered, leaking head. The entire shaft is easily as long and thick as one of Jayce’s own forearms, an impressive and proportional addition to Viktor's already imposing form.
"Janna... Forgive me," Viktor pants, slowly returning to his full height, "I did not realize how quickly your touch would make me, eh, evert."
"Oh my god, please don't be sorry," Jayce exclaims, "Is this what you wanted me to see? Oh wow..."
Viktor inclines his head. "It is a bit excessive, I suppose, but I admit... I enjoyed the process."
"It's perfect, don't worry," Jayce hums, "Just as pretty as the rest of you. Any version of you."
"What did I say about flattery?" Viktor hums, though he sounds pleased.
"Can I touch?" Jayce asks again, one hand hovering out in front until he has permission.
"Go on."
Jayce’s hands are steady as he reaches out, ghosting his fingertips along the massive, glowing cock jutting out between Viktor's legs. It's beautiful, he thinks, admiring the faint, glowing lines that decorate the shaft, the sculpting of the smooth head. He grasps the phallus with both hands, luminescent slick trickling from the little slit at the tip as Viktor makes a sharp, airy sound. Jayce glances upward toward his face, biting his lower lip as he uses his hands to slowly stroke the mid-shaft. Another shudder works its way through the Herald's body.
"That feel good?" Jayce asks, giving another tentative stroke with his hands, allowing the copious slick to ease the way.
"I can feel you touching me," Viktor rumbles, sounding almost breathless, "It feels intense, more than I'd expected considering my... my calculations..."
"Always the scientist," Jayce teases, setting up a slow, steady rhythm as he figures out what Viktor likes, "So what did these calculations entail, exactly?"
"I was... challenged somewhat by the unique biology of this form, but th-then I..." Viktor trails off with a mechanical hiss as Jayce leans in and slides his tongue over the leaking head of his erection.
The flavor is like metal and berries, hot, and smooth as jelly. Jayce imagines trying to get this massive length into his mouth, how obscene his mouth would look stretched over it. He shivers pleasantly, his eyes closing as his mouth continues its exploration.
Viktor recovers enough to continue, albeit with a slight glitch in his voice, "I wanted to approximate the nerve density of h-human genitals..." His voice cuts off with a thready, robotic whine as Jayce discovers that the base of Viktor’s new cock is incredibly sensitive.
"You are entirely too distracting," Viktor grumbles, sounding desperate rather than irritated, "There are several experiments which I must carry out, and I cannot focus if y-" The next sound he makes is suspiciously high pitched and breathless. Jayce smirks to himself.
"I dunno, you seem to be enjoying it," he mumbles, letting his breath ghost over smooth flesh. The area where the new cock has emerged, stretching the delicate tissue of Viktor's slit, is flushed pink and far softer than the rest of the Herald's hard skin. The scent is of metal, heavy and rich, not like human skin but still familiar. Something uniquely Viktor that sinks into Jayce's brain and drapes around him like a warm blanket. He could linger here for as long as Viktor likes, though a sense of impatience makes him kiss his way back up the slick shaft. Drop after drop of iridescent lubricant trickles down, betraying Viktor's excitement in spite of his calm exterior.
Jayce’s focus narrows further still, chest heaving slightly as he relaxes his jaw over Viktor’s cock. There's really no way he can take the whole thing in his mouth like this, but perhaps just the idea if it will be enough. Something heavy rests on the back of his head, and he registers a second later what it is when Viktor gently caresses the nape of his neck with cold fingertips. There's a choked impulse of sound, like Viktor is trying to give a warning, and then Jayce manages to take the entire glans into his mouth. The weight of it presses down on his tongue, making him sigh in appreciation, the taste of metallic berries suffusing his palate like a heady wine.
"So impatient," the Herald groans, his touch staying gentle as he holds Jayce's head, "Mm... So eager..."
"You're the one making a mess," Jayce teases fondly, when he pulls back to breathe, "Leaking all over the place..."
"That is entirely your fault," Viktor rumbles, his large fingers taking hold of Jayce's hair and making a fist. The tug he gives is careful, simply a signal for Jayce to pull off again. Jayce obeys the directive, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
"Good, Jayce, very good," Viktor breathes, pleased with Jayce's compliance, and Jayce shivers in spite of himself at the praise. "I have something else in mind I'd like to try first."
"How do you want me?" Jayce asks.
"Kneel."
The hand holding his hair releases him. Despite the fact that they're technically afloat in space, Jayce kneels easily at the Herald's feet.
"Open your mouth."
Viktor takes his own cock in hand, and while it looks proportional wrapped in his long metal fingers, the sight of it being held and manipulated sends more heat flooding through Jayce’s body. Jayce gets comfortable on his knees, mouth obediently open, tongue politely extended. Viktor strokes himself indulgently, taking his time, coaxing more of the glowing purple lubricant to leak from his cock as Jayce watches. Viktor's other hand cups Jayce's face, that broad thumb slipping into Jayce's open mouth and gently pressing down on the center of his tongue. Jayce moans, feeling floaty and hot all over just from that simple touch.
"What is it about this form that excites you?" Viktor's deep voice sounds thinned, almost breathless, as he increases the rhythm of the hand stroking himself. "Is it that I could, eh, manhandle you? Hold you down while I fuck you?"
Jayce hears himself make a rather pathetic sound, but he's too entranced by the sight in front of him to feel embarrassed. He can feel himself drooling, a steady trickle of saliva running down his chin and into the Arcane's void.
"As much as I would enjoy trying to get my length down your little throat," Viktor purrs, giving himself long slow strokes from root to tip, "I would much rather paint your pretty face, mark you as mine."
"Mhm," Jayce eagerly agrees, doing his best to keep still. Viktor releases a low, shaking resonance, the overtones so deep that Jayce thinks he feels rather than hears them.
"And then l could get you ready for me," Viktor groans, stroking faster, messier, "We could test the limits of your astral form... See if you c-can... take me... Oh!"
Jayce moans openly as ropes of creamy purple streak over his tongue, his chin, his cheeks. He closes his mouth and swallows, watching as Viktor's huge form trembles with rapture.
"Ah... Forgive me," the Herald groans, though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest. Jayce chuckles breathlessly, smiling as Viktor swipes his thumb through the mess on Jayce's chin.
Jayce whimpers in spite of himself, reopening his mouth immediately. Bit by bit, Viktor feeds the remainder of his release into Jayce's eager mouth, until his face is mostly clean.
"Fuck, Viktor," Jayce sighs in appreciation, his own arousal starting to make his mind hazy. His astral body is responding powerfully, aching with need, even his erection now fully rendered in this reality. "Oh my god... That was so hot."
There is a desperate sort of ache building within him. If he were in his physical body, he would probably be so hard that it would hurt. Viktor still seems to be aroused, his massive cock as thick and long as ever. Before he can second-guess himself, Jayce blurts out, "Would you do that? Would you fuck me? Please?"
"Eagerly, if you want me," Viktor hums, sounding pleased, "If you will be good and patient while I prepare you..."
Viktor is entirely focused on the task in front of him.
Jayce is reclined on an invisible platform, his strong arms stretch up over his head and pinned carefully in place by the Hexclaw. Little tremors race through Jayce's body, small hitches of breath, as the Herald keeps his legs spread open with one hand and fingers Jayce open with the other. He has two knotted metal fingers buried in Jayce's ass, their strength greatly tempered as they stretch open his rim. Jayce gasps as one of them rubs against his prostate, his eyes blown dark and hazy.
"You are doing well," Viktor croons, using his large body to cage Jayce in, "Opening up so nicely for me..." He's utilized his own copious slick to ease the way, iridescent fluid oozing around the digits buried inside of Jayce. His own leaking cock drags across Jayce's hip, smearing wetness over smooth warm skin.
"Viktor," Jayce groans. It's a beautiful sound, and Viktor leans down to catalogue it better, to take in every shiver and twitch.
Like this, his partner is small and disarmingly fragile, a beautiful human pet to play with and enjoy.
Or at least, that is how the part of him that is the Herald views things.
The part that is just plain, simple Viktor, pushes against that mindset. When one has been a demigod, whether by choice or not, the lines start to blur. At least he can be certain of one thing, no matter what shape his body takes, or how large his mind becomes: he loves his Jayce. And he loves to help him get into that nice, floaty headspace, to lift away the cares and pains of reality for a little while.
"You are beautiful like this," Viktor rumbles, slowly twisting and scissoring his fingers. Jayce trembles harder. The Herald dotes over him, petting his spread inner thighs, teasing a line up the underside of Jayce's poor neglected cock, hungrily watching as it jumps from the tease. Time passes strangely here - an hour could be a century, a decade a minute. He adds another finger, hums over Jayce as the man moans and shakes in his bonds. More slick is supplied, followed by a fourth finger. Jayce sounds completely fucked out, eyes half-lidded and filled with tears, mouth soft and open.
And Viktor knows that, even though he is not fully the Herald of the Arcane anymore, he is still a greedy, greedy man. Not a good one, surely, since he enjoys seeing his partner so thoroughly wrecked.
Not for the first time, Viktor feels regret that this form does not have a mouth; he cannot hope to kiss Jayce right now. Perhaps it is a challenge for another time.
"So good for me," he growls instead, and Jayce keens because he's so far gone.
"Please," Jayce gasps after a moment, "Please... Please can... c-can you touch my..."
"Soon, my love," the Herald promises sweetly, carefully working his fingers in and out, in and out. The dark purple skin which covers his form is tactile, sensitive to all sorts of textures and temperatures. Viktor inclines his head, processing the input from his hand, calculating a precise application of one fingertip against the prostate gland. If the ragged cry from Jayce's lips is anything to go by, his aim is true. He zeroes in, stimulating that same spot over and over as Jayce crumples in on himself with a whine.
"Oh, oh Vik-" Jayce writhes, trembling in Viktor's hold, his moans more like sobs as he comes untouched in hard, messy pulses all over his own stomach and chest.
Viktor goes still, crooning affectionately as Jayce continues to tremble. "Are you alright?" Gently, he eases his fingers free from the wet clutch of Jayce's body, keeping the Hexclaw in place but releasing the hold on Jayce's spread legs. The other man whimpers at the loss, strong legs jerking closed as he shudders through aftershocks.
"I'm okay, w-why'd you stop?" he gasps, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
"Shhh, I'll give you what you need," the Herald murmurs, taking his own heavy cock in one hand and hissing softly as he strokes it.
The last thing he wants to do is go too fast and accidentally harm Jayce.
It's true that the Arcane space in which they currently find themselves is different than the waking world - there is no hunger here, nor thirst, and pain registers very differently than in the physical realm. Viktor believes that his Jayce deserves to be treated tenderly, to be unmade and put back together again with the utmost care. Jayce's faith and trust in Viktor is something to be treasured. Despite all that Jayce has suffered, his heart remains true. Even when he'd been torn from reality, tormented, starved, maimed... he'd never stopped loving Viktor. Never gave up on him. Even at the cost of his own sanity, at the cost of great emotional suffering.
Such devotion is far more than Viktor deserves.
Even though he couldn't protect Jayce in the past - couldn't shield his body and mind from harm - he has the opportunity to cherish Jayce now.
Loving Jayce Talis has always been easy, for better or worse. Now is no different.
Viktor drifts down, his tall form curling forward over Jayce until their foreheads touch. "May I have you like this, Jayce?" he asks, and the energy in between them pulses and shivers, "Do you really want all of me?"
"Y-Yes, Vik, please..." Jayce grasps behind his own knees and spreads his legs as far as they can go.
Viktor's large hands cup muscled buttocks and spread Jayce open even wider, nudging his own hips forward until the slick head of his cock can kiss Jayce's fluttering hole. Viktor hums low in his chest, focus locked in once more, glowing eyes not missing anything as he gently ruts against Jayce. His metal body practically vibrates as he nudges against that wet heat.
Jayce's eyes are hazy with need, pupils blown wide as he gazes at Viktor with nothing short of reverence.
"Viktor," he moans again, "Please..."
Viktor continues to simply tease, shuddering as little sparks of pleasure zipped up his metal spine. "Please what?" he asks, simply because he can.
"I need you," Jayce begs, still holding himself spread open, "P-Please, I'll be good, please..."
"Breathe, Jayce," Viktor says, and then he starts to push in.
Inch by inch, Viktor eases himself deeper and deeper inside Jayce. The pressure is immense, testing his considerable patience as he cradles Jayce in his arms, supporting all of him in a tender embrace. Slick wet heat stretches to mold to the shape of him. Jayce is making desperate noises, his chest heaving as he tries his best to obey Viktor's order to breathe. Viktor finds himself hyperfocused as he presses Jayce open; it is vital that Jayce not come to harm. In the physical world, such an intrusion would be ruinous. Here, Jayce's astral body stretches and opens beautifully, giving them both exactly what they want.
"So good," he groans, shuddering as waves of sensory input coil up the Herald's form, "So good, Jayce..."
"I love you, Vik," Jayce slurs, eyes glazed and half-lidded, "I fucking love you..." He's flushed from his chest to his belly, his hole stretched obscenely wide around Viktor's cock, his own erection smearing pre on his stomach as they finally settle together.
Viktor's chest heaves despite no real need to breathe, the mechanical heart inside him throbbing. "My love, my Jayce," he croons, possessively wrapping his large body around the other man as much as he can, "You feel... incredible..." His ability to form intelligent sentences is rapidly shrinking. As is his patience - for no matter how much stamina his current form may have, he is still only a man. With a groan like static, he slowly rolls his hips once, simply rocking his cock in the wet clench of Jayce's body. Jayce gasps, legs drawing up and wrapping snuggly around the Herald's slender waist. Viktor shudders as the Hexclaw releases Jayce's wrists. He starts to rock them gently together, long groans shaking through his body. Jayce is panting, wide-eyed and trembling as he stares down to where they're joined. The sight is like a lightning bolt to Viktor's brain when he looks as well. Heat surges along his sinews in loosening waves, his cock jumping as lubricant drools where it's buried deep inside of Jayce.
"Viktor," Jayce moans, "Vik..." He's so beautiful, so small and perfect in the Herald's arms. He has surrendered himself fully in Viktor's embrace, his head falling back in bliss, ankles crossed at the small of Viktor's back. The trust radiating from him is like a bolt to Viktor's heart. He would tear the entire universe apart for this man, the entire Arcane.
The sounds between them grow wet and sloppy as Viktor picks up the pace, until he's practically bouncing Jayce on his massive cock. The sensation is indescribably good, lighting up his circuits with pleasure. Jayce cries out, his pleas for more like a siren call that Viktor must obey. For a while he loses himself in it, his arcane body shuddering and sparking with spirals of pleasure as he gives Jayce exactly what they both want.
Jayce has never felt so full. All he can really focus on is the way the Herald's thrusts batter him in waves, that gorgeous cock splitting him open in all the best ways until it's like he can feel it in his throat. So he clings to Viktor as best he can, letting himself be fucked into oblivion by the love of his life. He can hear the Herald's ragged moans, can hear the obscene wet sounds of their coupling, feel every tremor and shake of passion between them as they lose themselves together.
He's lost track of how many times he's come, unable to avoid the way Viktor can stimulate that sweet spot over and over. He cries out Viktor's name for what is probably the hundredth time, wailing brokenly as yet another climax sweeps through him. He's aware that he's weeping, right on the edge of it being too much, just as the Herald roars and pumps him full to the brim. It's a sweet, endless bliss, the sparkle of stars around them, swirling magic, to the deepest depths of pleasure and back again. Viktor and Jayce simply float together for a time, lost in the afterglow, lost in each other.
Everything sort of folds in on itself, warm and cottony.
Flickers.
Awakes.
Slowly, gradually, Jayce becomes aware that he is back in his physical body. First he feels warmth, soft breaths against his throat. Another person pressed against him. Strong, slender arms wrapped around his middle. The scent of old blankets, the sound of raindrops pattering on an unseen roof somewhere overhead. His body feels heavy, an ache deep in the bones of his left leg, a glowing sense of satisfaction in his gut.
"Jayce?"
Soft hands gently cup his face. Warm lips press along his bearded jaw, on the center of his brow, down the bridge of his nose.
"Are you alright? It's me, Jayce, it's just me," Viktor breathes, voice shaky.
Jayce realizes that his own face is wet and tacky with tears, his lips raw and tender where he's apparently bitten them repeatedly. A shift of his hips and he groans when his boxers cling messily to his skin, the fabric sticky and wet over his softened cock. He clears his throat, eyes struggling to open even though the room is very dim.
"Vik... I'm okay," he whispers, blinking until the worried face of his partner swims into view.
"It wasn't... too much?" Viktor breathes, and Jayce realizes that the smaller man is shaking.
"It was perfect," he promises, tilting Viktor's face towards his own, "You were amazing..." Their lips meet. Viktor still trembles in his arms, so achingly human, and Jayce wishes he could freeze time and keep this moment forever.
The tacky sensation in his underwear makes him grimace against Viktor's lips. "Ugh... Let me clean us up," he murmurs, smiling softly as Viktor huffs out a breath and leans in for another kiss.
"Fine, fine," Viktor mutters at length, sounding amused, "I won't decline such a generous offer."
Jayce laughs, taking a deep breath as he rolls over to the edge of the bed. Standing takes a moment, his jaw set against the flaring pain in his leg. Once he's certain of his balance, he limps into the next room to fetch a couple of clean cloths. There is a container of clean water in the corner which he uses to wet the cloths, wringing them out, and using one to carefully clean himself up. Leaving his messy undergarment in the laundry basket, he slowly makes his way back into the bedroom. Viktor has dragged off his own ruined underwear, his expression soft and vulnerable as he spreads his legs and allows Jayce to gently wipe between them. Jayce makes a note that his partner is still trembling, legs twitching from oversensitivity.
"Are you okay?" Jayce asks, folding the cloth and setting it aside. He settles himself back into bed, reaching out with both arms to draw Viktor close to his chest.
"It was... a unique experience," Viktor mumbles, nuzzling against Jayce's chest, "Even though the phallus is gone, the sensation was... truly remarkable." Jayce smiles against Viktor's hair, pressing a kiss there. "I... I loved it," Viktor breathes, a secret shared between them, "I enjoyed being able to feel you around me. It was... heh... a very affirming experience." He tilts his face up so that they can look each other in the eye.
"I'm really glad," Jayce replies. His heart is so full it aches. "I uh... really enjoyed being overwhelmed by you," he continues, "Feeling like all I could do was take the pleasure you kept giving me."
"That sounds rather frightening," Viktor mutters, "being completely at the Herald's mercy..."
"I've never felt safer," Jayce hums, smoothing his palms over the smooth skin of Viktor's back, "You made me feel so good, Vik. I'm happy it felt good for you, too."
"It did," Viktor agrees, "Now close your eyes, Jayce. Sleep a bit longer." Their mouths find each other again, soft breaths shared between them, sleep starting to creep in as they settle into a tender reverie.
Jayce is still smiling to himself as he drifts off. They'll talk about it more in the morning. Compare notes like they used to, as if they are one brain in two bodies.
But for now, they rest.