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Viktor gives himself a final once-over in the mirror before cinching the bathrobe tightly around his waist with determination. If this final strategy of his still doesn't work by the end of the day, he swears he's dumping Jayce Talis and getting on the first flight back to Zaun. Viktor refuses to spend the rest of his summer break in a gilded cage — a high-end resort in Bilgewater — neglected by his lover.
He steps out of the hotel room with a bottle of olive oil and makes his way to the private resort's poolside where he knows Jayce is convening with some of his associates to talk business. He passes by an old man wearing a white shawl over his shoulders; he distinctly has a cane, a shopping bag, and a greying beard. Practically glued to his side is this tall, buff, and talkative man with golden skin who's probably around Viktor's age. It must be the old man's grandchild—
"Mr. Cane, lemme help with that—" He tries to swipe the shopping bag from the old man but fails.
"It's quite alright, Alejandro. I can manage on my own," the old man says in a soft voice. Viktor's brow raises when the younger man wraps a possessive hand around the other man's waist.
Or not.
The sight of the two irks Viktor somehow as his thoughts return to Jayce.
Viktor can't help but wonder exactly how long his conversations must take and if they can be conducted online instead. Why is it that Viktor has spent half of the summer by himself as he watched Jayce shake hands with investors from a distance?
They were supposed to be swimming together, with Viktor on Jayce's lap as they shared a piña colada. They were supposed to be getting massages and planning where they'll go during the winter holidays. Viktor was supposed to be fucked within an inch of his life, barely able to leave the bed to even consider going outside.
Viktor knows Jayce is rolling in money — so why can't he just send someone else to do all the talking for him? Is it actually because he has to do it himself... or is it because he actually hates Viktor?
Just the thought of it alone is enough to put urgency in each step he takes. When he reaches the exit leading to the poolside, the bright afternoon sun is practically blinding. He should've brought his sunglasses — but then how will he bat his lashes at Jayce and plead him with his eyes?
Viktor spots Jayce off to the side, deep in a conversation with two men under a massive umbrella. One of them is only wearing a tight pair of swimming trunks, his dark hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses. Meanwhile, the other one with a large pair of dark sunglasses is in a tight full bodysuit that conceals almost every inch of his skin below his jawline.
But Viktor's focus catches on Jayce, the way brambles of white hair peek out of his barely buttoned up shirt with patterns of various cartoon fruits, cargo shorts embracing his thick tan thighs. Viktor almost walks straight into the pool from how much he's staring. The sight is enough to make his pussy weep.
When Viktor arrives at his destination, he ignores how the conversation comes to a pause as three pairs of eyes stare at him when he nestles comfortably on Jayce's lap. He doesn't want to prolong this any longer than he should — he already felt his outfit riding up uncomfortably in between his legs on his way here, the cloth chafing his chest. He's not used to wearing something like this at all, but desperate times call for desperate measures — and Viktor is desperate to have his lover's dick inside him one way or another.
Besides, others have taken much of Jayce's time already. Viktor can afford to be selfish.
"Daddy..." Viktor whines as he bats his lashes at the older man. Jayce's hand settles itself on top of Viktor's metal leg out of habit, and Viktor reaches forward to thumb at the corner of Jayce's eyepatch. "I want to get a tan," he says as he presents the older man with the bottle of olive oil.
Viktor can only hope he doesn't notice because it's all complete bullshit — Viktor does not want to get a tan at all. In fact, the chances of him looking like a cooked shrimp is more likely if he attempts it like he did a couple of years ago, and he doesn't want to spend the start of his last year in college with his skin painfully peeling off.
Jayce's other hand squeezes Viktor's hip before kissing him on the cheek. "Later, baby. I'm working right now—"
Viktor's brows furrow as he pouts. He refuses to be denied again when he's been denied more times than he can count in one hand.
"No."
Jayce raises a brow at him. "No?"
Viktor peels himself away from Jayce with a brief look of irritation before standing on his feet. He's even wearing those stupidly fancy red flip-flops Jayce bought him just for their vacation.
"I want to get a tan now." Viktor is practically stomping his foot on the ground. Jayce looks slightly taken aback by this, considering Viktor has been very obedient so far and has left him alone when told.
"Should we come back at a more convenient time to resume our conversation, Mr. Talis?" the man with the huge sunglasses asks as he folds his arms, mouth set in a perpetual flat line. Viktor glares at the man, wondering why he and his other associate are still there after the stunt he just pulled. Normally, it's enough to unsettle Jayce's prospect investors that they leave him alone for a while.
Of course, Viktor would be rightfully punished for making a fool out of his daddy — but he also knows that Jayce can easily win them back after one conversation. He isn't a seasoned CEO for nothing. Besides, Viktor is of the express belief that someone who can't even look past his relationship with Jayce isn't worth doing business with.
"There's no need, Mr. Herald," Jayce says before turning to Viktor. "I'll handle this."
Yes. Viktor would like to be handled right now — preferably, on his back so he can watch the face his daddy makes as he comes. Jayce shoots Viktor a mildly disgruntled look before rising to his feet, a groan leaving his lips when he stretches his knees and back. If things were different, Jayce would be aching from the exertion of partaking in Viktor's body.
But he obviously hates Viktor, so.
That doesn't stop the trickle of slick that escapes him, soaking his... outfit. Viktor ends up pressing his legs together, somehow feeling a little self-conscious. He catches the eye of the other stranger with unsettling blue eyes and tight swimming trunks. Wait, how did he manage to fit his entire dick in there with a bulge that big?
Jayce regains Viktor's attention by holding him by the shoulders, his lips pressed together in a firm line. "Viktor." There's a command in his voice as he tightens his grip. "I want you to be patient for another hour while I wrap this up. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Viktor returns Jayce's gaze with a defiant glint in his eyes. He ponders his daddy's order before smiling.
"Yes, daddy," Viktor replies with deceptive sweetness. He tilts his head slightly. Jayce is right to give him a look of suspicion. "Can I sit here and wait for you to finish? I promise I'll behave."
Jayce smiles at Viktor — the crow's feet at each corner of his hazel eyes deepening — and rubs his chin. Pleasure tingles down Viktor's spine as he feels more slick escape him. It's unfair how good Jayce's wordless approval makes him feel.
Jayce returns to his lounge seat and expects Viktor to take his side. What he didn't foresee, however, is Viktor taking the empty space right by the blue-eyed stranger.
Mr. Herald briefly balks at Viktor's presence — or audacity? Viktor really can't tell with guys like him — before returning his attention to Jayce.
"As I was saying, Mr. Talis. My employer would greatly appreciate your sponsorship for our latest project," Mr. Herald says. Viktor watches the two exchange words for a total of 3 minutes before he gets bored. He turns to the man sitting beside him and raises a brow.
The stranger is taking a sip from what looks to be a glass of piña colada, and Viktor has never been more envious. Viktor has yet to know the man's name, but he hasn't spoken the entire time and keeps staring at Mr. Herald's face like he wants to devour him.
Gross.
Maybe he and Viktor share the desire to end this business meeting as soon as possible. Viktor tries not to pout as he lets out a soft sigh. He glances down at the bottle of oil in his hand before he gets a brilliant idea — he could always force Jayce's hand…
Viktor taps the blue-eyed stranger on the shoulder. "Mister, can you help me put some tanning oil on my back?"
The stranger turns to Viktor, assessing his intentions for a quick second, before smirking. "You gotta take off your robe first, sweetheart," he says with a grin before taking the bottle from Viktor. "Let me see what I need to work with here."
Viktor catches Jayce's intense and watchful gaze and can't help but feel his skin heat up. Despite Mr. Herald laying out detailed proposals for their collaborative project with fervor, Jayce's attention still returns to Viktor. It's enough to make Viktor brave enough to stand up and take off his bathrobe, letting it slide down his shoulders to pool around his feet.
The blue-eyed stranger lets out a low whistle when he sees what Viktor's wearing underneath.
If Jayce paid attention to his credit card statement this past week, it wouldn't come as such a shock to him to see Viktor in nothing but a two-piece micro bikini so scandalous that it even made him blush the first time he tried it on. If Viktor had a choice, he wouldn't have bought this for himself. However, he had peeked inside Jayce's online shopping cart in his boredom being left to his own devices one early morning and found the item sitting at the bottom — something added early on and forgotten along the way.
Perverted old man. Did he imagine Viktor flaunting himself in something so scanty? He bets Jayce must've jerked off to the thought of getting to strip Viktor of what little clothing there is on his body. But it's fine — to Viktor, that's what makes his daddy so appealing.
Viktor's only mistake was buying the size that Jayce had chosen without a second thought — which ended up being a bit too small for him. The bra feels a little tight around his chest, his puffy nipples visibly denting the red material. Each movement causes his skin to chafe against it — and if that isn't concerning enough, Viktor feels like if he moves a certain way, his nipples would easily slip out.
Worst of all is probably the non-existent strip of cloth that passes as underwear: only held up by gold strings, the small patch supposed to protect Viktor's dignity is practically swallowed by the crack of his humble but perky ass and the fat swell of his labia. Viktor has to tug at the small gusset and even it out to at least give himself some sense of modesty. It's utterly shameful, and Jayce would probably punish him for wearing something that makes him uncomfortable just to make his daddy happy.
But Viktor's left with no other choice here! Jayce won't pay attention to him and Viktor's been left to starve for the older man's attention. Viktor reminds himself of the most hurtful thing Jayce could've ever done to him to strengthen his resolve.
Because what kind of man would remain soft and fall asleep with someone sucking their cock? Who? Viktor had never felt so insulted when he put so much effort into dressing up in something scanty and sheer, especially when Jayce had constantly compared him as something better than Viagra.
It was that night that he learned that all men like Jayce do is lie. In Jayce's defense, he did say he was sorry for being dead tired — but he didn't have to be if he didn't focus on work so much during their summer vacation.
"Damn. You've been hiding this all along?" the stranger asked, clearly amused.
Viktor sits back down, feeling heat creep up his neck, and bares his back against the stranger. "Wh-Whatever. Just put the oil on my back," he murmurs, his voice dwindling. Viktor turns to look at Jayce and finds him with an incensed look on his face, fists already balled on his thighs — which means his plan is working.
Viktor hasn't been punished in a very long time, so the sight of Jayce practically about to burst a vein is getting him all riled up.
"So bossy. Did nobody teach you proper manners, kid?" the stranger teases as he squirts some oil on Viktor's back. Did he notice that it was olive oil after all? Oh well, at least he's cooperating.
Viktor flinches when he feels an unfamiliar pair of big, cool hands on his skin before rolling his eyes. Ugh, who the hell does this guy think he is anyway to talk to him like this? Viktor looks over his shoulder to glare at the man for daring to even speak to him. "What, did you want me to say 'please,' sir?" he shoots back sardonically before scoffing.
The man chuckles, fingers grazing the edge of Viktor's bra to evenly spread the oil on his skin. Viktor bites his lower lip, his cheeks turning pink at being touched this way by somebody else but Jayce. It doesn't help that Jayce's unblinking and intense gaze is practically scorching him. His jaw looks utterly tense, and Viktor just wants to crawl on his lap and kiss the tension away.
"You know, I've got a kitten that's just like you. Spoiled. Mean. Bites back." Viktor rolls his eyes again. Why can't this guy get a hint and just shut up? "Bet you're a real handful to deal with too, aren't you?"
Before Viktor can even deliver a scathing remark, he feels the stranger's hands squeezing his chest, causing him to let out a surprised moan as he arches his back. His entire face goes red when he slaps a hand over his mouth.
Everything that happens next is a blur.
Viktor barely catches Jayce rising from his seat and stomping toward him. He's unceremoniously lifted by the waist before being slung over Jayce's broad shoulder.
"Daddy!" Viktor exclaims in embarrassment, his entire face on fire. He feels his panties riding up, his bra shifting as he feels cool air against one of his chafed nipples.
But Jayce's attention isn't on Viktor.
"Mr. Giopara, I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off of what's mine from this point forward." There's a hint of a growl in Jayce's voice that makes Viktor gush out slick, soaking his underwear. "I don't like doing business with someone who doesn't respect boundaries, and I'm sure you feel the same way."
Viktor swears he catches Jayce glancing at Mr. Herald for a brief second.
"This one's off limits. Are we clear?"
Mr. Giopara raises both hands in surrender, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Crystal."
Jayce lets out a huff of acknowledgement before taking Viktor away to who knows where.
"Let me down!" Viktor complains as he hits Jayce's back with balled up fists while kicking the air. He almost completely chucks off the flip-flop on his metal leg. "I can walk! You're embarrassing me!"
"Behave," Jayce commands. A single firm slap on his ass is enough to make Viktor obey, and he immediately stops squirming while accepting his fate. He lets Jayce carry him off to who knows where — not before he sticks his tongue out and flashes Mr. Giopara his middle finger.
With the interlopers gone, Mr. Giopara quickly pulls Mr. Herald right onto his lap before trying to lean forward and capture his lips. However, his action is promptly halted when Mr. Herald grabs his face and squeezes it like a ball.
"You planned this." There's a tone of accusation in his deep voice. Mr. Giopara won't deny it and showers kisses against the other man's palm.
"No, it just so happened that me and the kid shared a mutual goal," he says before winking. Mr. Giopara could care less about the kid right now when he's got the sexiest guy on the planet right on top of his erection. He takes Mr. Herald by the wrist and pulls him closer. "Even used olive oil to fool the old man. Can you believe it? Anyway, who cares about that? Let's finish where we left off— Oof."
Mr. Giopara is pinned to the lounge seat, a very annoyed Mr. Herald grinding down against his length. When he lets out a groan, Mr. Herald slaps him before wrapping one hand around his neck. It's all for show because Mr. Giopara doesn't feel pressure around his windpipe — and they're more than aware that Mr. Herald can crush his throat if he wants to.
"Shut up," he demands through gritted teeth. Mr. Giopara thrusts up instead, and it's hard to deny the growing problem inside his tight swimming trunks. When he feels Mr. Giopara's growing erection poking him, Mr. Herald's frown deepens. "Unbelievable. I cannot believe you are getting off on this, you pervert."
Mr. Giopara manages a laugh before reaching forward to unzip Mr. Herald's swimwear. As more expanse of pale skin is revealed in broad daylight, it becomes very evident why the man opted to wear a fully-covered attire.
Bruises and bite marks of every color in the shape of fingerprints and teeth litter every expanse of his skin. There are traces of what seems to be rope marks fading around his chest, just right above his surgical scars.
Mr. Giopara presses his thumb against a fresh bruise right above Mr. Herald's nipple, causing the man to hiss as his knees buckle slightly.
"S-Stop...." Mr. Herald's voice wobbles, causing him to loosen his grip around the other man's throat. Mr. Giopara takes this opportunity to take off the man's glasses. Because of the darkness of his scleras, Mr. Herald has become sensitive to light. He hisses and buries his face in the crook of Mr. Giopara's neck to shield himself from the brightness burning his eyes. He can already feel a headache coming on.
"I hate you," Mr. Herald whispers as he bites the tip of Mr. Giopara's ear. "Take me back to your hotel room."
Mr. Giopara lets out a laugh, feeling like he just won the lottery. He presses a kiss against Mr. Herald's temple. "Your wish is my command, baby."
Viktor recognizes the public bathroom for anyone using the poolside — it's quite difficult not to when the golden plaque is practically screaming it in his face. He sees Jayce grab a yellow caution sign on the floor before placing it by the bathroom they're entering. Jayce locks the door behind them and marches to the sink. He might as well have tossed Viktor on the marble counter beside it from how harshly the older man sets him down. Viktor lets out a yelp, holding onto the counter for support as he helps himself up.
Viktor turns around, feeling particularly heated and like he wants to start a fight. However, his words die in his throat when he sees Jayce's darkened features.
"I told you to be patient." Jayce undoes his cargo shorts and pulls out his partially erect cock to jerk it off. "Didn't I tell you to trust me to know what's best for you?"
Viktor lets out a scoff. "I don't think you know what's best for you, Jayce," he retorts, his frustration from all those weeks he was left unattended, untouched, and unfucked finally coming to a head. "This was supposed to be our summer vacation, but you're still working! If that's all you wanted, you could've just left me in Piltover. Maybe— Maybe then I-I could've—"
Jayce's eyes narrow as he inches closer, his frame casting a shadow against Viktor's figure. "Could've what, Viktor?" He grabs Viktor up by the neck and pulls him closer until the younger man's toes are struggling to touch the ground. "C'mon, why don't you tell me, huh?"
Viktor squeezes Jayce's wrist and digs his fingernails into his skin. He refuses to be cowed into submission when he knows he's in the right. "Could've... found... another... daddy."
It's a lie and they both know it — well, Jayce should know it by now. Viktor would die without his lover. Literally. Who would sponsor his college education? Who would pay for his high-rise apartment's rent? Who would give him a daily allowance for his sports car's gas? Who would take him out shopping every week so he never has to repeat the same outfit in school? Who would make sure he gets fed three whole meals a day — including midnight snacks? Who would pay for his hospital bills, medication, and t-shots? Who would fuck him so good he'll never want to find another?
But more importantly, who would love Viktor and cherish him like he's the only person in the galaxy that matters?
Jayce releases him and Viktor gasps for air. He wants his daddy's attention — even if it means his ire. It's all Jayce's fault that Viktor has turned into such a spoiled and selfish person. He wasn't this greedy before him.
"That's all it takes for you to discard me, is it?" Disappointment laces Jayce's tone as he flips Viktor on his front. "Fine. You want to act like a whore, Viktor? I'll fuck you like one."
Pleasure zaps down Viktor's spine at Jayce's words, causing him to spread his thighs open.
Jayce is completely rough with him. He doesn't even appreciate the bikini Viktor wore for him or the fact that he completely waxed himself raw. Jayce hooks his finger around the poor excuse of cloth covering his dripping slit and pulls it to the side.
Viktor flinches and lets out a gasp when Jayce pushes a single digit inside him all the way to the knuckle. "Already dripping and I barely even touched you." He clicks his tongue. "If I knew being touched by another man turned you on so much, I would've let my business associates take turns with you."
The thought of being fucked by other men who aren't Jayce is utterly disgusting. He can't imagine being speared open by someone less than the best. While sleeping with different men doesn't appeal to Viktor the way it used to before Jayce, the idea of being fucked by several versions of his daddy is... nothing short of a fantasy. He feels his pussy quiver at the thought — but he shakes his head and denies Jayce's words.
"I don't want anyone else but you..." Tears spring up to Viktor's eyes, clinging to his waterline.
"Then why is your cunt squeezing around my finger, you little slut?" Viktor lets out a yelp when Jayce's heavy hand lands on one of his asscheeks. He pulls his finger out before squeezing Viktor's labia together. The slap that lands against his cunt causes him to bury a loud moan into his arm as his thighs begin to tremble.
"Fuck, you're soaked," Jayce remarks as he slaps Viktor's swollen cock. Viktor's breath hitches as his knees begin to buckle, slick beginning to coat the insides of his thighs. His quivering hole clenches around nothing. "Did you just come?"
Viktor glares weakly over his shoulder as a single tear slides down his cheek. Prematurely ejaculating is another level of shame he can't believe he's experiencing. "S'your fault for not fucking me," he sniffs.
"I was busy."
Viktor pouts at him before burying his face in his crossed arms on the counter supporting his weight. "You just hate me."
Jayce sighs before kissing the beginning of the long scar running down Viktor's back from his spinal surgery years ago. He blankets his younger lover's oily back and wraps an arm around his waist, the other rubbing the weeping head of his cock against the fat and slick lips of Viktor's pussy.
"How can I hate you, baby?" Jayce purrs as he slots the head of his cock inside Viktor and pops it out. "Can't you feel how much I want you?"
Viktor begins to whimper, his body relaxing in Jayce's hold as he thrusts his hips back in search of the older man's dick. "But..." he whines. "You're not angry because someone else touched me, are you?"
Jayce's grip around Viktor's waist tightens at the reminder, fingernails digging into his slippery flesh. When Viktor doesn't hear a response, he naturally worries.
"Daddy?"
Viktor feels his head being snapped back as Jayce pulls him by the roots of his hair and drags him in front of the mirror by the sink. Viktor plants both hands on the corner of the counter to keep himself upright.
The sight that greets him makes him want to look away, but Jayce's grip forces him to confront his own debauchery.
Viktor's body is shining with olive oil, his parted lips slick and swollen as drool seeps from the corners. His bra has completely been displaced to reveal both of his stiff nipples. What's most incriminating of all has to be the red in his cheeks, the tears clinging to his lashes, and his blown pupils.
"Look at yourself. What a fucking mess. Just a taste of my dick and you're acting like a cock-starved bitch," Jayce spits as he tightens his grip, probably tearing out a few strands of Viktor's hair. The burning sensation in his skull is an utterly new experience, causing him to let out a soundless moan. "You think I'll let another man see you like this, Viktor? Think again. You're mine."
Oh... How could Viktor forget? He will always belong to Jayce Talis.
Jayce tugs his head back, making Viktor's back arch as he's forced to look up at his daddy. "Who owns you, Viktor?"
"You, daddy."
Jayce slaps him on the cheek, unsatisfied. "Louder, baby. I can't hear you."
"You, Jayce. Only you!" Viktor practically shouts. "I'm your bitch, daddy. You own me. Everything I am is yours..."
"There's my good boy."
Viktor cries when Jayce rewards him by slotting his cock inside and pushing all the way to the hilt. Viktor feels full, slick running down his legs from how soaked he is. He thinks he came again just from penetration alone.
"Obedience looks good on you, baby."
Viktor begins to pant as he meets each of Jayce's slow and intentional thrusts with his hips.
"Never let anybody else touch you like that again. Do you understand?"
Viktor nods. "Yessir," he slurs.
Jayce finally lets go of his hair to plant both of his hands on the younger man's hips. He begins to speed up, jackrabbiting into Viktor's sloppy hole to chase his own orgasm. The wet sound is obscene in the bathroom — it's proof of Viktor's own desires.
"Hear that? That's the sound of your pussy getting fucked, baby. Isn't this what you wanted?"
Viktor dissolves into a string of loud, firm 'yes'-es.
Suddenly, somebody knocks on the door.
"Eh, excuse me? Can you please open the door? I urgently need to—"
"Sign says 'Out of Order'! Can't you read?" Jayce barks in frustration as his hips begin to stutter, so close to his orgasm. "Use the ladies room!"
When Jayce thumbs the tight furl of Viktor's asshole, he suddenly tightens deliciously around Jayce's cock. His climax hits him hard, and he empties his load deep into Viktor's womb.
Viktor follows soon after with a yell muffled by Jayce's hand around his mouth.
Mr. Cane startles at the loud voice on the other side of the bathroom, causing him to stumble back into Alejandro's big arms. He glances down at the yellow sign by the doorway and can't help but be confused. He's certain he's reading the words right — maybe the man inside the bathroom was mistaken?
He almost wants to argue but decides not to. Based on the sounds the man and his companion are making, maybe the sign has some merit to it — and Mr. Cane would very much prefer not to walk in on a couple in the middle of... things.
"Mr. Cane! Are you okay?" Alejandro exclaims as he turns him around with ease, giving him a thorough once-over to check if he didn't get hurt — an exaggeration, if Mr. Cane thinks about it, because he only stumbled.
Mr. Cane places a hand on Alejandro's firm chest to steady himself before creating a respectable distance between them. "I'm fine, my dear. No need to fuss."
Alejandro turns to the locked door with a frown before mumbling 'asshole' under his breath.
Meanwhile, Mr. Cane is squirming, rubbing his thighs together as he worries his lower lip. He's been holding it in for a good while now, and he doesn't want to take a dip in the pool without emptying his bladder first.
"Should I just, eh... Use the ladies bathroom like he said?" It's for the sake of preservation anyway, and it's not like Alejandro would care. Mr. Cane knows that he's a man, and he doesn't doubt that Alejandro knows that too.
It doesn't ease the discomfort though, but he already feels a small droplet trickle out of him, dotting the underside of his swim shorts. Shame colors the high points of his cheeks as he stands there, unsure of what to do. He can't just do it in the pool — that would be disgusting.
"Not if it makes you uncomfortable," Alejandro replies, cupping Mr. Cane's face with both hands. "Are you uncomfortable?"
Mr. Cane nods. "A little, but-but it's out of necessity—"
Alejandro leans forward and captures Mr. Cane's lips with his own. "Then we don't have to," he says, running his thumb down the older man's bottom lip. "I know a way to delay the urge. Maybe we can wait it out, what do you think?"
Mr. Cane's gray eyes go hazy with need. His pleasure presses against his bladder, making his knees weak. He leans against Alejandro for support, completely forgetting the fact that he could just use his cane for this endeavor. This is, of course, completely unintentional. "Umm... Where do you suggest we wait?" he murmurs, running a finger down the younger man's tan and sizable chest.
Alejandro hums, his hardness brushing against Mr. Cane's upper thigh as he pulls him closer. "Well, I saw this empty janitor's closet on our way here..."
"On your knees, baby."
Somehow, Jayce and Viktor have migrated to one of the bathroom stalls, with Jayce sitting on top of a closed toilet lid. He had taken off Viktor's soaked panties and had it in one fist, his own shirt and pants tossed by the sink.
Viktor kneels, flesh and metal meeting the cold tiles. He lets out a groan of discomfort as he rests his head against the inside of his daddy's thigh. Viktor noses Jayce's flaccid length, giving the thick base kittenish licks in hopes of getting him hard again.
It isn't a very tedious job when Jayce's dick is already twitching to life. Jayce makes a corrective click of his tongue when Viktor's hands wrap around his cock, slotting the tip inside his warm and wet mouth.
"No hands, Viktor. Get me off with just your mouth." Jayce pulls Viktor off by the back of his skull before a mischievous grin spreads on his lips. "How about you touch yourself instead, hm? I want to see you come just by playing with your tits. Go on."
Viktor glances down at his chest, nipples stiff and swollen from the air and being chafed by the cloth of his small, tight, and displaced bra. Viktor adjusts it to cover his chest, much to Jayce's disapproval.
"But they hurt, daddy," Viktor mumbles under his breath, a familiar pout forming on his lips.
Jayce tugs down at the string connecting the two tiny red patches covering Viktor's nipples to free them. "Are you disobeying me?"
"No!" Viktor exclaims. He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck as Jayce pulls at one swollen nub. He can feel his own pussy dripping slick and Jayce's cum on the tiles as he lets out a breathy sigh. "It's just... Will daddy kiss them better after?"
"Of course, baby." Jayce pats Viktor's cheek before leaning back. "But only if you're good."
Viktor can be so good. He thumbs and tugs at each stiff peak while whining around Jayce's cock. His chest aches in a way that makes his cock stiffen and twitch. His hips hump the air, seeking friction as his own wetness drips down his legs and the floor. Meanwhile, Jayce has one hand guiding the back of his head, the other too busy stuffing his face with Viktor's panties.
Jayce groans and begins sucking the wetness staining the gusset of the underwear, huffing and moaning like an addict at the scent and taste of Viktor's slick.
Jayce ruts into Viktor's mouth and orders him to open wide. At some point, Jayce just begins fucking his throat — all that work Viktor put into cockwarming his daddy under his desk in the office has finally paid off. Viktor barely gags when Jayce uses him like a toy, saliva and precum dripping down his chin.
Viktor's eyes roll to the back of his skull with a whimper. If only his daddy would let him touch himself, Viktor can finally come instead of being stuck on the precipice. He presses his thighs together and squeezes his chest, hoping that the friction is enough to set him off.
Jayce notices.
"Poor baby," he coos before tugging Viktor off. Viktor's red in the face, tongue poking out of his mouth as tears and snot roll down his pretty face. "Want daddy to help you get off?"
Viktor mewls and nods, nuzzling the tip of his daddy's cock. Jayce lets out an amused chuckle before graciously sliding his foot under Viktor's thighs. The younger man immediately jumps on the opportunity to hump the surface of his daddy's leg. His little cock catches on the curve of Jayce's leg and foot, making him shudder as he swallows the older man's cock all the way to the hilt. The wiry hair on the base of his daddy's dick tickles Viktor's nose, and he badly wants to laugh, feeling utterly delirious from the spike of pleasure spreading all over his body.
"Daddy..." Viktor trails off in desperation after he pulls up, his brain enveloped in a soft cloud. He feels sticky and wet — probably smelling like skin and sex — his body shining with oil and sweat. "May I come? Pleasepleaseplease—"
Jayce toes his cock in interest, making Viktor shudder. He's seconds away from exploding, but he holds it in with a sob because he's his daddy's good boy.
"Do you think you deserve to come, baby?" Jayce teases, his toe catching against the slit of Viktor's sopping wet cunt. There's a small pool of slick beneath him, and the sight is enough to make Jayce's cock jump.
Viktor nods vigorously. "Yes, daddy. I've been so, so, so good..." he babbles with a sniffle. "Please let me come, sir. I can't hold it in any— Ahh!"
Viktor's orgasm is sudden and brutal, his slick gushing down his legs and dripping in obscene strings on the floor. The younger man folds over with a silent scream, face buried in the humble swell of Jayce's hairy lower belly.
Jayce had only kicked his cock a little to tease him — and maybe his toe found its way inside Viktor's entrance along the way — but he didn't expect the younger man to actually come. Just to bully his baby further, his other foot pushes against Viktor's lower belly.
The outcome is... a pleasant surprise.
Viktor's body begins to shake uncontrollably, and Jayce hears a soft tinkling sound against the tiles. When he pulls Viktor away by the back of his head to see if he squirted, Jayce is taken aback to see his little slut still playing with his tits while he pisses himself in between his orgasm.
It's a sight that has Jayce jerking off his cock using Viktor's underwear. It doesn't take long for him to come with a loud groan, his cum splattering on Viktor's debauched face. Pearly white streaks glisten across the younger man's face and his collarbones, and Jayce empties the rest in Viktor's mouth.
Viktor is a wonderfully pliant thing, lips wrapping around Jayce's tip in a daze. When Jayce pulls out, Viktor is panting for more — so he spits in his mouth and tells him to swallow.
"Good boy," Jayce praises as he plants a sloppy kiss against Viktor's swollen lips.
"M'showry daddy..." Viktor blubbers as he breaks out into an ugly sob. Jayce helps his lover up and lets him settle on his lap, cooing at him and wiping away his tears.
Jayce thinks he must be fucked in the head — because the sight of Viktor sobbing on his lap, worried and vulnerable, has his cock stirring again. In his defense, he rarely sees Viktor like this. Usually, he puts on unnecessary airs and a mask to shield his true feelings. That's not the case now — Viktor is completely out of it, sunk deep in a mindset of total trust toward his daddy.
"Why are you sorry, baby?" Jayce gently tucks strands of hair sticking to Viktor's face behind his ears. He wishes he can take a photo of Viktor looking like this and make it his phone's lock screen.
"I came wi-without daddy's permission," Viktor answers as more tears stream down his cheeks.
Jayce shushes him, kissing his temple and each flushed cheek. "That's right, my love. I ought to punish you." It's disarming how gentle his voice is, and Viktor looks at him in confusion as the words slowly process in his empty head.
Jayce balls the underwear in his hand and stuffs it inside Viktor's mouth. The younger man only blinks at him, still in a daze.
"I don't recall raising such an unruly harlot. Do you?" Jayce swipes some of Viktor's slick with two fingers before circling the rim of his ass. Viktor whimpers against the ball of cloth in his mouth as he shakes his head. "Perhaps I should fuck some manners into you, baby. Right here..." Jayce forces a single finger inside the tightness of Viktor's ass. The younger man lets out a long moan as he throws his head back, baring the long, pale column of his neck.
Viktor lets out a muffled complaint when the older man tries to fit a second finger inside. Jayce only chuckles in return before pulling out. He lines his cock against Viktor's ass, and Viktor starts sobbing again.
"Relax, baby," Jayce purrs as he rubs the head of his dripping cock against Viktor's tight asshole. Viktor adamantly shakes his head, words of protest blocked by his own panties in his mouth.
Viktor squeezes his eyes together, expecting a sharp stab of pain at being forced open by his daddy's cock. He knows he should use his safeword, but he trusts Jayce not to do something that would hurt him in an unpleasant way. He—
Viktor lets out a soft moan when Jayce's cock pushes all the way inside his soft, warm cunt instead. He's full in seconds.
Jayce laughs when he sees Viktor slump forward, almost in relief.
"You didn't think I'd fuck your cute ass without preparation, did you?"
Viktor huffs through his nostrils. It's short-lived because Jayce slaps his ass and begins to fuck up into his heat. Sweat drips down the older man's temple as his hands find their way to Viktor's hips, holding him down to meet each desperate thrust.
"God, you drive me fucking crazy, baby. Your little show in this little getup just for me… You're so sexy, Viktor. Can't believe you're all mine," he growls, nosing the crook of Viktor's neck before inhaling deep. "And you smell so good when you smell like me."
Viktor nods, wrapping his arms around Jayce's neck as he lets the older man leave his mark on his neck. His pussy squeezes around Jayce as he laves each bruise with his tongue. He inches down and finds his way to Viktor's chest.
As promised, Jayce sucks each peak to stiffness with reverence, licking each one thoroughly. Viktor's cunt pulses whenever Jayce nibbles against each sensitive nub, especially when the older man kisses them lovingly.
Viktor feels his consciousness fading as he nears his climax. Jayce whispers filthy promises in his ear, calling him a good boy for taking his punishment well. That's all Viktor ever wants to be for his daddy. He can spend an entire lifetime living on his daddy's lap, kissing him and housing his thick, hot cock for eternity.
Viktor's final orgasm is sudden but gentle. It's waves crashing against the shore, lapping at his feet. Jayce holds him tightly through it before painting Viktor's insides with his sperm. He swears he hears Jayce asking to marry him before passing out.
Then again, that might've just been wishful thinking — Jayce would never say that to him.
Jayce wants to kick himself. He can't believe he just asked for Viktor's hand in marriage in a public bathroom while he's deep in subspace.
To his relief, Viktor didn't seem to register his words before completely going limp in his arms. Out of guilt — or maybe shame — he removes the underwear inside his younger lover's mouth, strips him, and cleans him up. There's a couple of towels by the sink that help, and he lays Viktor on the cool marble counter before admiring him for a full minute.
Viktor has always been so easy to bruise, and Jayce can already see his marks blooming beautifully against the other man's pale skin. At least those pesky bugs trying to gun for his boy will finally leave him alone.
It wasn't like he meant to work during their summer vacation. Jayce just figured that getting his work done soon would mean more time for them to spend together uninterrupted when he does propose to Viktor properly by the end of their vacation. He already knows Viktor's going to want to spend every single waking moment together — and Jayce will too.
They're going to have to plan their wedding, choose the venue, pick their clothes... And fine, maybe he's jumping the gun like his friends have been telling him — but Viktor's graduating college soon, and Jayce can't imagine spending the rest of his life without the other half of his soul.
Viktor will understand.
"I love you so much, Viktor," Jayce whispers in his other half's ear before putting him in a bath robe that he finds in one of the cabinets. He takes one for himself and puts it on after cleaning himself up as well, draping the rest of their discarded clothes on his arm. "I'm sorry I've been neglecting you, my love. I promise it'll all be worth it in the end."
Then, Jayce places a long, fond kiss at the corner of Viktor's lips. The younger man stirs and smiles in his nap, and Jayce finds himself lifting his darling boy in his arms.
Screw the pain his back and leg will definitely be in later — they can always get a massage together at night.
Viktor buries his face in Jayce's chest, the wiry hair tickling his nose a familiar comfort.
"Love you too, daddy..."
Jayce glances down. "What was that, baby?"
Viktor responds with a soft snore. Maybe Jayce is just hearing things.
When he comes out of the bathroom with Viktor in his arms, he notices the yellow sign by the door and chuffs before shaking his head and heading back to their hotel room.
CAUTION
SLIPPERY WHEN WET