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Viktor’s thrusting is calm, almost lazy, like a tidal wave. Jayce moans anyway. Always a screamer, his Jayce. It is, in a way, endearing; the novelty of it is - what a thrill, to have a partner so responsive.
Jayce takes beautifully and gives beautifully. He meets every touch with readiness, he is never not ready to grant another touch. He knows when to talk and when to shut up. He is a little shy to try new things, but he doesn’t really shy away from trying them.
And - the most precious of all his traits, of course - he is vocal. Before Jayce, Viktor preferred his lovers silent.
Before Jayce, his affairs didn’t mean anything.
But Jayce, wonderful, open Jayce, who can’t keep his voice down even when he is tired, even when they are both tired, when they didn’t leave the lab for days, too agitated to sleep anyway - Viktor could listen to him for eternity, carefully catching every gasp, every wheeze, every whisper.
Listen to, but also watch. Watch every day as Jayce wakes up and goes to bed, and watch now, as Jayce’s knuckles whiten, grip’s too tight on the desk’s edge, as his whole body exquisitely reddens, as Jayce’s broad shoulders shake, as muscles of his back are pulled, giving away the tension of past weeks.
And then - taste, pressing chest to Jayce’s soaking skin first; leave a broad, wet stripe on his spine, losing his head from the salt Viktor tastes under his tongue, moving up, up - until Viktor finds this especially prominent round bone just below the nape of Jayce’s neck.
In the space of their bed’s cool sheets, Viktor can torture Jayce for hours. But it has to be quick today. Yet, he doesn’t deny himself a small pleasure of being slow, being thorough, of placing his hand on Jayce’s belly, spreading his fingers so the middle one almost touches the base of Jayce’s cock - of not really giving Jayce what he wants.
Who knows for how long they are going to continue working. Why not savor it?
Jayce whines; a high-pitched sound mixes with marvelously obscene, wet noises Viktor cock makes when it moves inside Jayce.
“Harder,” Jayce croaks. “And touch me.”
Viktor laughs into Jayce’s back breathily. Jayce shivers - and if there is one thing Viktor regrets is that he can’t crawl under Jayce’s skin literally, to feel this delicious tremor with every fiber of his own body.
“So many instructions.”
Viktor’s other hand presses on Jayce’s lips, nudging them to part. Jayce accepts two digits almost greadily, sucking them in. It’s not an attempt to shut him up - Viktor just loves Jayce’s mouth in more ways than one.
He pressures on the root of Jayce’s tongue with his pads - carefully, gently - and Jayce moans again, sending sweet vibration to Viktor’s fingers.
And this - this almost makes Viktor to speed up; not yet. Even if Viktor is risking to become the hostage of his own stupid rules here - not yet.
But he is merciful, sliding his hand down Jayce’s body, finally ready to touch.
It’s only that Jayce under him goes uncharacteristically rigid, constricting almost painfully from both sides. Viktor, attentive to his every reaction, halts, hissing.
Jayce clutches to his wrist, withdrawing the hand from his mouth. He looks at Viktor over his shoulder, the thick brow raised and the eye widened.
“Did you hear that?” Jayce whispers before Viktor has a chance to ask him what’s wrong.
Whatever it was, Viktor didn’t, fully focused on Jayce alone. It’s a disturbing tendency - when he is around Jayce, the world ceases to exist.
And then, Viktor hears. A single knock on the door.
“Jayce? Viktor? Are you there?” The voice – Viktor recognizes it instantly - inquiries from the other side of the door.
Heimerdinger sure chose the best time to pay a visit.
“Is the door locked?”
Viktor doesn’t remember locking it. Jayce doesn’t either - he wouldn’t ask if he did. It might be locked - doors, they are always like this; it’s easy to forget what you do with them.
(Except that time when Viktor fucked Jayce against one. That time Viktor won’t forget as easily.)
“We should stop,” Jayce says quietly.
That would be a very sensible thing to do. That is what a very sensible person would do. Unluckily for them, none is presented in the room at the moment.
An uninvited intruder doesn’t wash out Viktor’s arousal. On the contrary, the frisson from a mere possibility of being caught adds to it, making Viktor’s body delightfully light.
How much will it cost them if Heimerdinger decides to push the door open and come in, Viktor doesn’t know. He, personally, doesn’t care much - but Jayce values his reputation.
But.
Viktor pulls in and out experimentally, watching as Jayce’s expression changes from confused to completely lost.
“What are you doing?” Jayce murmurs.
This exact question is going to haunt Viktor forever. Later, when he comes to his senses. Now, however…
“Tell him we are here.”
An absolutely deranged idea. But it’s them, finally being in each other’s arms - and Viktor is not going to waste this opportunity on Heimerdinger, of all people.
But, because it’s also Jayce, Viktor continues softly, playing with his wet hair, “Or tell me to stop.”
Jayce sighs, turning away from Viktor.
“We are here,” he says.
Barely audible. Jayce can do better.
“Be good, Jayce. And be louder,” Viktor breathes out into his neck.
“We are…”
Viktor thrusts in - forcefully this time - digging his nails into the flesh of Jayce’s chest.
“Viktor,” Jayce whimpers.
“That’s not what he wants to hear. Again.”
It’s so unfair to Jayce - to pick up the pace when he is so desperate in his attempts. But Viktor would lie if he said that it doesn’t excite him even more.
“I can’t if you keep doing that.”
“You can. I believe in you.”
And, because Viktor truly believes Jayce can – even like that – Viktor’s hand touches Jayce’s cock, stroking it lightly. It’s not a reward - it’s a challenge.
Viktor envies Jayce; he wants to be in Jayce’s place, deriving even more shameless pleasure than Jayce probably does from the very thing Jayce likely finds dangerous. Though he is still hard under Viktor’s fingers, something tells Viktor it’s not at all easy for him.
One day, Viktor will persuade Jayce to fuck him at one of those fancy parties. He would even accept an invitation for such an occasion. And Viktor is usually quiet, but he is going to make an exception.
Jayce takes a deep breath; his back widens, letting the oxygen in.
“We are here, professor!” Jayce yells; the last sound drowns in a sob, because Viktor fucks the rest of the air out of his Jayce’s lungs, because Viktor squeezes his cock exactly the way Jayce likes it.
“Are you alright, my boy?”
“My boy,” Viktor croons, withdrawing, only to push in with the new level of intensity the next second. “Are you alright?” He asks, mocking Heimerdinger’s tone.
Jayce chuckles, hiding his face into the glistening bend of his elbow. But he doesn’t answer; Viktor can’t have that. He briefly kneads the firm meat of Jayce’s buttock and smacks, making his own hand sting.
“Ow!” Vehemently. Yes, Viktor thinks, let him hear you. “What was that for?”
“Don’t make him wait, Jayce.” Viktor’s thighs slam into Jayce’s; heated, wet skin against heated wet skin. “You know how persistent he can be.”
Jayce huffs; a drop of sweat runs down his neck and Viktor kisses it away.
“I’m fine! Working.”
Working. Viktor laughs lightly. If he was Heimerdinger, he wouldn’t believe Jayce’s shaking voice.
“I have something to discuss with you. Can I come in?”
“Viktor,” Jayce whispers helplessly, becoming even tighter . Poor thing, it’s so real, for him - the real fear, not a playful imitation, not an impaired game of make-believe. Yet, he doesn’t tell Viktor to stop. Fascinating. “What should I do?”
“Tell him,” Viktor rasps, “tell him how the Piltover’s golden boy likes to be fucked. Tell him how much you want to scream. How much you want to come. Tell him to open the door. Invite him to see for himself.” Viktor’s voice is a racing line of an unrestrained unconscious and he punctuates the end of every sentence with a particularly vicious, deep thrust.
He strokes Jayce’s cock, bites on Jayce’s shoulder - and Jayce comes, spilling into Viktor’s hand, actually screaming. Heimerdinger definitely hears it, but it’s the last thing Viktor cares about as he comes, too, buried deep inside Jayce.
Viktor breathes heavily into Jayce’s back. How wonderfully Jayce smells now – of sweat, of sweet adrenaline. Jayce trembles under him, his heart beats wildly under Viktor.
“Jayce will see you in your office in fifteen minutes, professor!” Viktor yells.
It’s a small courtesy; Jayce deserved it, after all. It would be most amusing to force the words out of Jayce in his current state, when his world is shattered, when his thoughts are beautifully scattered, but.
Viktor is not mean. He wants only the best for Jayce. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.
“See you soon, then!”
Viktor doesn’t hear the receding footsteps, but he sincerely hopes the man leaves. Him standing there was fun in the heat of the moment, but it seems so reckless now.
“Never again.” Jayce’s back vibrates against Viktor’s chest as he husks wearily. “We are never having sex in the lab again.”
But, oh, that can't be farther from the truth. Viktor already anticipates the next time. Jayce’s memory will still be fresh, he will still be terrified of doing something that almost got them caught, he will be cautious. At first. And then, when Jayce yields, he will bite on the backside of his palm, trying to muffle the noises. Viktor won’t let him.
“Of course not,” Viktor only says, trying to cover his absolute blithe with seriousness.