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Viktor gave Jayce's cock one last, indulgent stroke, all the way from the base up to the soaked tip, before letting go and pushing himself up onto an elbow. There he paused for a moment, watching as Jayce rolled onto his back, wiggled down the bed a little and fluffed the pillow with an expression of utter satisfaction. Then he fell still, looking up at Viktor.
"Ready when you are."
With anyone else Viktor might have felt self-conscious, the very idea of getting up in someone's face in such an intimate fashion as exciting as it was unspeakable. Though with Jayce he had no such concerns. Not with how vocal Jayce was about wanting this, wanting Viktor, telling and showing him again and again how much he enjoyed his body, his presence. Not after the way he had moaned into Viktor's pussy while eating him out, licking up every drop of excitement he could catch on his tongue. No, Jayce would love this. Eager for it like a little boy about to unwrap his birthday presents. Though certainly well-behaved enough to be polite and patient about it.
So Viktor had no qualms getting into position. Calloused hands came up to support and guide him as he turned around and swung one leg across Jayce's body, shifting awkwardly until he found a good placement for his knees. The low, keening noise that escaped Jayce's throat reaffirmed his conviction further and she shifted his weight, braced both hands against the hard planes of Jayce's abdomen, and slowly lowered his hips.
Not all the way, not yet, but enough to feel hot breath wash over his exposed cunt, wet and glistening with need. It was an exciting feeling, the promise of more while being fully in control of when he wanted to take it. Not yet, Viktor decided, taking his sweet time to get into a comfortable position right above Jayce's face.
Without question or hesitation a broad hand came up to support his right thigh, cradling it and lifting just enough to keep a good amount of weight off Viktor's knee.
Viktor showed his appreciation by reaching out and wrapping his hand back around Jayce's cock. He had an even better view of it like this, could watch it jump and throb between his fingers. Could see it weep another thick drop of precome at Viktor's upward stroke. No matter how calm and collected Jayce acted this sure was getting to him. His throbbing, dripping cock betrayed him.
With a twinge of something almost like pity in his chest, a hot, gleeful kind of pity, Viktor shifted his weight again to lean forward, braced his hand against Jayce's hip, and swirled his tongue across that flushed and weeping tip.
The taste was divine, salty-sweet and heady, leaving a thick smear across his tongue that Viktor savoured just as much as Jayce's reaction. The aborted twitch of his hips, the low gasp accompanied by hot breath washing against Viktor's folds, the gentle tightening of supporting fingers before that grip loosened again. All of it was addictive and Viktor soon found himself leaning in again for more.
This time he let his lips glide down across that length, taking as much as he could, getting used to the stretch, the way his mouth was filled so thoroughly by Jayce's cock. Bobbing his head a few times he finally made it down to where his fingers were wrapped around the base, steadying the pulsing length. There he remained for a moment or two, rubbing his tongue up against silky smooth skin and swallowing helplessly around it. He was not entirely successful, drops of his own saliva mixed with Jayce's precome seeping out from between his lips and dripping over his knuckles.
Below him Jayce trembled, a chocked off noise of pleasure at the back of his throat each time Viktor's tongue rolled up against his cock. Through it all his hips remained inhumanly still, so very careful not to interfere with Viktor's work.
Finally Viktor pulled off with a filthy wet sound, breathed deep and hummed gently as he began pumping that cock with his slick fist. Watching it drip and strain with fascination.
"Enjoying yourself?", Jayce teased from underneath him, voice the barest bit of breathless.
Viktor did not answer. Instead he wrapped his lips around Jayce's cock again, bobbing up and down as he pleased, savouring the taste and weight and texture. Fascinatingly enough it was ... easy, like this. Not that Viktor usually struggled when sucking cock, he quite enjoyed it, for the most part. Though his experience was limited to him being on his knees or seated next to someone on a couch, awkwardly bending down. With the way Jayce's cock was curved towards him in this position it was almost effortless, the perfect shape to slip up into his mouth, along his tongue and towards the back of his throat. Viktor wondered...
He took a moment to let more spit pool in his mouth, intent on making the slide wet and easy when he next bobbed his head down. The slide along his tongue was luxurious, smooth and perfect all the way to the back of Viktor's throat. He paused there, Jayce's soft tip nudging against the sensitive muscles just slightly. Unassuming yet promising.
Viktor had tried this before, once or twice. The first time had not worked at all but the second guy a few weeks later had given him a helpful hint that had made relaxing easier for what had come after. Remembering the advice Viktor steadied himself, then yawned. The back of his throat relaxed and opened up, making it almost easy to slide Jayce's cock even deeper.
A muffled curse, hot lips and nibbling teeth finding the inside of his thigh, fingers digging into his skin. Grounding and exciting him at the same time. Jayce had yet to try and put his mouth on Viktor again, his pussy still hovering just out of reach. But even though the other man could have he made no move to pull Viktor down, to force him onto his face to have his way with him. No, he was patient. Fully accepting Viktor's control in this moment.
Good. For what he wanted to do next Viktor could not use any distractions.
With one last, deep breath Viktor slid lower, slowly working his way down, slipping his fingers away so his lips could find the very base of Jayce's cock.
It was a tight fit, the girth of Jayce's cock spreading the fluttering muscles of his throat. But Viktor could handle it, the shape and angle almost comfortable, comforting in how easy this had been. He savoured the moment, the feeling of being filled like this, the heat and weight of Jayce's cock all the way down his throat. The twitching and throbbing of it.
It was only when his lungs began to ache that he pulled off, his own spit thick on his tongue as he sucked in wet breaths, fingers digging deep into Jayce's thighs, leaving angry red crescents in his skin. Not that Jayce was complaining.
On the contrary, his breath was washing quick and shallow against the inside of Viktor's thigh, cheek fever how where it was pressed into his skin, hands holding onto him, not demanding anything.
"Oh fuck", he breathed, followed up by a kiss and gentle bite into Viktor's thigh. "I forg- ...had no idea you knew how to do that..." There was a word, swallowed in the middle of that sentence, that made Viktor perk up for a moment. But he was soon distracted by hands squeezing his thighs and teeth gliding across his sensitive skin and a rough voice spinning more filth.
"Now, not that I don't enjoy looking at you ... but won't you give me another taste, Vik?" Even with the need in his voice his hands did not act on it, did not yank Viktor down onto his waiting mouth. No, this was a request, a wish Viktor was fully allowed to deny. Maybe it was because of that he did not find himself wanting to.
With Jayce's hands still steadying him Viktor finally moved to lower his hips further, shifting his knees apart in his soft sheets, until he could set the folds of his wet cunt, undeniably quivering in excitement, against Jayce's open mouth. It had been waiting for him, meeting him with the same fervour it already lavished on him before. Lips and tongue immediately beginning to kiss and suck and lick, sweet, indulgent hums escaping him. It was only now that Jayce's hands grew more demanding as well, grabbing him tightly and pulling him down against that greedy mouth, slotting them together even more closely.
Viktor allowed it, allowed Jayce to fit them together and devour him. Allowed himself to indulge in the feeling some more, the pleasure of Jayce's attentions, the buzz of being desired like this, close and slick and needy. Then he leaned back down himself to continue his work.
If by design or by chance Viktor could not tell but Jayce did avoid his cock for now, keeping the work of his lips and tongue to Viktor's folds and sensitive opening. It was both a kind of torture and mercy, not being overwhelmed by Jayce's desire where he wanted it most. But at least it allowed Viktor to focus enough to repeat his earlier experiment.
This time the slide of Jayce's length down his throat did not go quite as smoothly, with Viktor distracted, muscles twitching now and again at the pleasure given to him. But Viktor knew he could do it and he was not in the habit of giving up quickly. After a few tries and a moment or two of focusing solely on the task at hand he succeeded again, squeezing that perfect cock all the way into his throat.
Jayce groaned into his pussy, low and rumbling, straining to bury his face even deeper. So greedy for it. His wicked tongue found its way back inside Viktor, reaching a little deeper now with the change in angle, with how his muscles loosened and gave way after having been fingered open.
It felt just as filthy as the first time, maybe even more so now, that Viktor was seated so precariously on Jayce's face. Only this time Jayce filled him up from both sides. His clever tongue working deeper into Viktor's cunt while his thick cock stuffed his throat. It was unspeakable, unthinkable and so incredibly, mind-meltingly hot.
Viktor's moan was strained, wet and muffled by the girth of Jayce's cock, cunt fluttering and dripping, spit escaping from between his lips. He was shaking, he realized, a slight but noticeable tremble. A reassuring squeeze to his thighs, a few breathless, buzzing moments suspended in time.
There was something almost hypnotic about it, about the way Jayce filled him so completely and perfectly.
Then Viktor pulled back again, sucking in deep breaths as Jayce removed his tongue as well, instead dragging it through the soaked folds to lap up the wetness.
"So good for me", he rumbled, voice muffled by Viktor's cunt but still clear enough to understand. "Can you do that again, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart? Viktor might have laughed or protested, he almost did. But there was something raw and honest in the endearment that tugged at his heartstrings and made heat flush to his cheeks. To distract himself from how that single word was enough to have him crumbling Viktor dove down again, taking as much of Jayce into his mouth as he could and bottoming out in one quick, deep slide.
Jayce used that very moment of eager distraction to shift his hold on Viktor. He let go of his left leg and instead reached up to grab Viktor's ass with that one hand, squeezing and pulling it aside, opening Viktor up further to the lewd exploration of his tongue. Filthy and hot and perfect.
Viktor moaned for it as much as he could, tilting his hips invitingly for whatever Jayce had planned next.
Apparently Jayce's plan involved sliding down to tongue at Viktor's swollen cock, making him keen for a delicious moment. Then he licked a long, broad stripe along Viktor's still weeping slit, through his hot folds and further back. All the way up to Viktor's puckered hole.
With a high pitched sound of surprise Viktor pulled off again, coughing this time as he tried to catch his breath, steady himself. Jayce did not stop swirling his tongue around Viktor's hole with the same hunger and reverence he had shown his pussy all night. Only pausing for a brief moment once Viktor had stopped coughing to mutter a sheepish "Everything alright? Use your words, Vik..." before diving right back in.
Still breathing heavy Viktor considered using his words, considered telling Jayce to stop that nonsense and turn his attentions where Viktor really craved them. But then he took a moment to consider what Jayce was doing. The slow, hot circles his tongue dragged out against Viktor's hole, the wet kisses pressed against it, the soft rumbling in his chest as he licked Viktor thoroughly, obviously enjoying himself.
The novelty of it was as exciting as Jayce's willingness to put his mouth places nobody had ever even touched Viktor before, unwavering and utterly devoted in his thorough exploration, eager to please Viktor in every way imaginable.
Aside from that, aside from the overwhelming abruptness and Jayce's fearless determination ... it felt nice. Strange, yes, but not uncomfortable or wrong. Nothing Viktor needed to stop but something he might be willing to explore further, if Jayce was the one taking him there, guiding him.
So Viktor did not use his words. Instead he wrapped his hand back around the base of Jayce's cock and got to bobbing his head. With Jayce tonguing his asshole he would not try to take him down his throat again. The gentle but insistent slide of that tongue around his puckered hole was way too distracting.
Instead he lost himself to the simple but still satisfying slide of Jayce's cock between his lips, bobbing up and down his length, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around the tip. Steady and slick. Viktor had just found into a rhythm he liked, fast enough to feel effective, slow enough to savour the taste and weight on his tongue, when Jayce let go of his ass and instead dipped that hand between Viktor's cheeks. Judging by the way Jayce pulled back for a moment and the slick noises that followed he was wetting his fingers.
This time Viktor used his words.
"Ah, wait Jayce. I don't think I..."
But spit-slick fingertips did not find the tight hole Jayce had spent the last few minutes lavishing his attentions on. Instead they dipped lower, wiggled between his hot folds and brushed against his cunt. Stilled there.
"This okay?", Jayce asked when Viktor did not continue. Infuriatingly patient and respectful. Viktor felt something in his chest flutter with warmth despite his own irritation at the break he himself had asked for.
"Yes", he breathed, swaying his hips just slightly. "Yes, come on, please..."
A low noise that could have been satisfaction or amusement and Viktor realised how polite he had been for Jayce once more. There was no time to dwell on it though when those fingers pushed into him just a moment later.
Not too long ago Viktor had already taken two of Jayce's fingers, had enjoyed it immensely as he relaxed and savoured the stretch. Now though his cunt had gotten tighter again and two fingers once more felt like an impossible challenge. Jayce still worked them inside, slow and gentle but persistent. Humming sweetly as he did.
"That's right, Vik ... relax for me. Doing so well..."
As if to calm himself Viktor wrapped his lips back around Jayce's cock, sucking gently as he willed himself to relax. Funny enough, Jayce's tongue returning to lick around his other hole once again ... helped. It was a welcome distraction, pleasant and captivating, and between the weight on his tongue and Jayce doing his best to help him, those fingers slid deeper and deeper, stretching him open once again.
Viktor's elbows almost buckled under his own weight as those fingers dipped deep enough to rest their knuckles against his fluttering entrance. It was ... overwhelming. Jayce's fingers inside him, his tongue laving across his tight hole and his cock filling Viktor's mouth over and over as he kept gently bobbing his head.
"Very good", Jayce hummed. "So very, very good for me..."
Viktor whined as Jayce began curling his fingers again, rubbing along his insides, barely grazing that spot he had abused so perfectly already.
"Oh, and don't worry. I'm not gonna finger your ass with just spit. We have lube for that..."
Viktor choked, his body twitching at the ... the promise? But he had no chance to dwell on it when the sudden movement sent a sharp, stabbing pain up his weak leg.
He pulled off Jayce's cock with a pained grunt and immediately felt Jayce's steadying hand lifting his leg higher, taking more weight off his knee. It helped but he still had to move and quickly, with the way his muscles pulled tight he could already feel a cramp forming in his calf.
"Fuck, sorry..."
"Here..."
Fingers slipped out of him in an instant, both hands now coming up to steady him, to help him move. He dismounted, rolled onto his side and then his back with little elegance, dropping his full weight against the mattress, weak leg twitching, muscles tightening painfully now. Before Viktor could react Jayce was kneeling next to him, one hand pushing his thigh down into the mattress, straightening his leg, as the other grabbed his foot, bending it up to stretch out the calf.
Viktor hissed but allowed it, as grateful for the help as he was embarrassed to need it.
And there was something else as well. Something about the calm way Jayce knelt beside him, having reached for his leg with determined confidence, holding it down and stretching it just right. As if he knew what to do the moment Viktor had twitched on top of him. As if he had done this a thousand times before. With the same focus, acceptance and devotion he had already worked Viktor's brace open with. The same way he had touched him all night. Competence and reverence.
The cramp subsided quickly with his muscles well stretched. Viktor swallowed, looking up at Jayce, so calm and nonchalant about all this.
"Jayce...", he began, catching the attention of amber eyes. "What are you doing?"
A winning smile. Strong fingers moving to dig into the relaxing muscles of his calf, the sole of his foot, loosening them further with a quick and casual massage.
"Stretching your leg. It helps with cramps", Jayce explained, soft and nonchalant, without even looking down as his hands kept working. Instead his gaze was still focused on Viktor's face, watching his reactions carefully. Maybe there was something else hiding in his eyes, something beyond that smile and emphatic composure. Viktor could not name it but he could press on.
"No, I know that. I mean how did you know to do that? I never even said what was wrong..."
Watching Jayce closely Viktor could make out that shadow growing in his expression, passing over his features as the lines across his forehead and around his eyes deepened for a moment. Doubt and uncertainty, hesitation. Wavering conviction.
For a moment Viktor was certain Jayce would break. That he would part his lips and sigh and tell him everything. What happened to him, how and why he crash-landed in Viktor's office, why he seemed to know Viktor's body and how to treat it right in every way and why he kept looking at Viktor like that. Like he still did even now, with gut-wrenching softness and terrifying devotion.
Until Jayce finally averted his gaze, instead looking down at his own hands that were still moving to massage Viktor's muscles. A quick breath, releasing tension, refocusing. He did not look at Viktor when he spoke next. Instead trailing his soft gaze up and down his leg, now rubbing at it with both hands, his touch wonderfully warm and grounding.
"Do you need a break? Or are you good to keep going? There was this other thing I mentioned that we could try..."
Viktor huffed his irritation at the clumsy attempt of changing the topic, frustration stirring in his chest as he pushed himself up onto his elbows.
"Jayce..."
"Viktor, please drop it." With that Jayce was looking at him again and this time there was no shadow passing over his features, no fight for control visible on his face. Instead his expression was open, so honest and vulnerable it sent a painful twinge through Viktor's chest, frustration sizzling out in an instant. Jayce was so clearly in pain. Scared and hurt and helpless. Viktor reached out unthinkingly to place a gentle hand on his knee, silently resting there.
"I can't tell you. And I really don't want to think about it right now. I just ... I want to treat you right. Please let me."
"Alright", Viktor breathed before he could even think because otherwise he might just suffocate on the way Jayce looked at him. Still he held that burning gaze, nodded slowly. "Alright, yes."
Relief flooded across Jayce's open expression, relief and guilt. His hands wandered higher on Viktor's leg, squeezing his thigh, then his hips. His waist, thick, calloused fingers almost touching around it. Stroking along his ribs. Resting on his shoulders for a brief moment before moving to cup Viktor's neck and cheek as Jayce leaned in.
Viktor found himself straining upwards into the touch. Into the sweet brush of lips against his cheek. Feather-light and almost shy.
"I'm sorry", Jayce whispered against him, cradling his head. "I really am, for what it's worth. But I promise all I want ... is to make you feel so good right now."
His lips were on Viktor's, then, allowing him to answer nothing more than a shaky hum. But that was fine when he kissed Viktor so sweetly. As sweet as their first kiss, not too long ago. Gentle brushes of lips on lips. Only that this time Viktor found himself bolder, soon deepening their kiss before Jayce got the chance.
Jayce's lips parted for him with ease, allowing Viktor to lick into his mouth and taste himself on Jayce's tongue. Having lost none of its novelty the sensation was still overwhelming, stoking the simmering arousal in his veins. Despite their short break Viktor's need was very much apparent, insides of his thighs wet as he pressed them together.
If Jayce wanted to make him feel good to forget about whatever it was he could not tell him then Viktor would allow it. For utterly altruistic reasons, of course. Slowly he let the hand that had been resting on Jayce's knee wander further up. Along the powerful muscles of his thigh and further, until he could wrap it around Jayce's still hard cock. It was both satisfying and confusing that Jayce, too, had remained this aroused during their ... moment. Apparently he really was telling the truth. He wanted this badly and Viktor, still unable to fully grasp how he could be desired like this, was happy to hold on and let it happen.
He was panting when they parted, fingers gliding up and down Jayce's length, sticky with half dried spit and precome.
"I trust you", he murmured and watched Jayce's pupils blow wider, unsure if it was because of his touches or words. But it was the truth. Risky and unwise but true.
Jayce was treating him right and making him feel good. Whatever dark secret he had that helped him he did not seem keen on using it to hurt Viktor. He could have done so all night. Instead he had touched Viktor with nothing short of reverence, listened to his every word and gotten him off twice already. If his leg had not acted up, they could have been at three now. Maybe Viktor was greedy but he thought they should get back to it.
"So ... tell me more about that idea of yours..."
Jayce huffed a laugh, soft and amused, bumped his forehead against Viktor's for a moment. Brushed gentle lips against his temple, the shell of his ear.
"I want to lay you out on this bed", he murmured and the low hum of his voice so close to Viktor's ear sent shivers down Viktor's spine. He pressed his thighs harder together. "On your back, with your head hanging off the edge. My fingers in your cunt and my cock in your mouth." Gentle teeth closed around his ear, biting down just enough to make Viktor gasp. "It'll be so easy ... to fuck your throat like that..."
Viktor felt heat flush into his cheeks and bit his lip hard to keep himself from whimpering. That sure was an intriguing picture Jayce painted for him. He did like the idea of being spread out like that, offering his mouth to be used while Jayce was free to touch him however he liked...
The fingers still wrapped around Jayce's cock stilled, squeezed, if only to hold on to something.
"That, eh ... sure sounds like something you would enjoy", he teased, surprised by how level his voice sounded, if a bit hoarse. Still close to his ear Jayce chuckled, then leaned back enough to look at Viktor.
"If you think you wouldn't we don't have to." His eyes were so full of warmth, his voice so kind and honest, Viktor almost regretted even teasing him. Almost. He huffed.
"No. No, I ... I think I might. Enjoy that, too."
A velvety smooth chuckle. It was both beautiful relief and confusion to see Jayce dip back into his suave confidence with such ease. Was it a front? Or was he really able to lose himself in the moment like this? Forget everything but Viktor before him? The thought made his toes curl with need.
He gave Jayce's cock one last, tight stroke, watching heat dance through amber eyes, before letting go and pushing himself upright.
The change in position was simple enough, he just had to turn on the bed. Still Jayce's hands were there, less to guide and support this time and more to simply ... accompany him as he moved, staying in touch.
Then they reached up the bed and grabbed a pillow to place it over the edge of the mattress, cushioning the place where mattress met metal frame. He obviously knew what to look out for in this. Viktor probably only would have noticed once the metal dug into the back of his head as he leaned over. Now though his head was perfectly cushioned as he got into position, cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat as he felt his neck overextend, baring his throat.
Aside from the need of additional cushioning though Viktor's bed was well suited to their plan. It was one of the few things in this apartment he had spent a significant amount of money on, splurging on a quality mattress that would not kill his back more than necessary, as well as a sturdy, tall frame at a comfortable height that made getting up in the morning easier on his joints.
As it turned out it was also quite the comfortable height for Jayce as he slipped off the bed and stood next to it, leaving his hips just slightly higher than the edge of the mattress. The jut of his hard cock bobbed just out of reach, the sight and scent of it enough to have Viktor salivating. When he swallowed the heavy movement of his throat drew Jayce's gaze, a broad hand coming down to wrap around his neck. There was no pressure, only a gentle touch, but still Viktor moaned, pushed up into the large hand, into the sheer span and weight of it.
"Eager, aren't you?", Jayce rumbled, his other hand moving to the back of Viktor's neck, steadying and lifting it until he could comfortably lean down to kiss him. Slow and wet and perfect. When they parted again Viktor felt hot enough he was already squirming in the sheets before anything had even happened.
"But no more swallowing now, we'll need all that spit." The words were already enough to leave Viktor breathless but then Jayce paused, tilted his head thoughtfully. Looked down at Viktor as if trying to figure him out.
Then he smiled, somehow both sweet and devious.
"Here, let me help you out. Stick out your tongue."
Excited heat already twisted Viktor's insides before he fully grasped the gentle order or what it meant. Once it clicked his eyes almost crossed in filthy delight, tongue sliding out over his lower lip to lie there flat and waiting. Another shameless offer for Jayce to take. Like his throbbing cunt, his bare neck.
For a moment or two Jayce simply regarded him, drinking in the sight, cheeks flushed and eyelids lowered with desire. Then he leaned forward again, parted his lips and let a thick drop of saliva drip down into Viktor's waiting tongue. The feeling was filthy and perfect, warm and slick as it slid along his tongue and further into his mouth. Then that hand on his neck shifted, a rough thumb coming up to rub Jayce's spit into his tongue. It twitched and fluttered under the insistent press of the finger and Viktor groaned, feeling his own saliva production stimulated by the touch, by the taste of Jayce thick and wet on his tongue.
They never broke eye contact, Jayce's eyelids still lowered, Viktor's fluttering.
He felt his cock pulse with need, his cunt clenching, weeping, and before he could stop himself he reached a hand between his thighs to press down against his cock, giving himself at least some relief.
It was short lived, though.
Because as soon as Jayce noticed the movement his eyes flicked up to Viktor's hand and he frowned, removing his thumb to instead reach out and grab his wrist. Pulling it away, leaving Viktor's frustrated hips bucking up into nothing.
"Hey, what..."
"None of that", Jayce hummed, not unkindly, as he guided Viktor's hand up and back to instead grab Jayce's thigh. "I'll take care of you in a minute. You can be patient for me until then, can't you?"
"I...", Viktor began to protest, then noticed the deliciously hot curl of arousal at being denied twisting low in his abdomen, making his cock pulse even harder. It was an interesting sensation, one he was open to exploring further, if Jayce would guide him through it. Even if it came with some frustration. "I suppose so..."
"Good. Because I need you to hold on to me. If it ever becomes too much you just let go, alright?"
"Mhh..."
With both his own and Jayce's spit pooling in his mouth Viktor felt the need to swallow, throat fluttering, but he repressed the reflex and instead tipped his head back further over the edge, grabbed Jayce's powerful thighs with both hands and shimmied his hips in the sheets, legs bent and parted.
Then he opened his mouth again, stuck out his tongue in invitation and waited.
Jayce's cock was still hovering just out of reach like this, bobbing gently with the strain of its own weight and arousal. Maybe if Viktor shifted a bit more and stretched he would have been able to put his mouth on it, to wrap his lips around the tip and suck, but he did not feel like stretching and straining and struggling for it. He felt like relaxing and lying back and offering up his mouth to be used. He felt like allowing Jayce what he was craving: To take care of Viktor and make him feel good.
He did not have to wait long.
After a short moment of hesitation and a quick and shallow breath, maybe to steel his own resolve, Jayce wrapped one hand around the base of his cock to steady it. Then slowly guided himself towards Viktor's open mouth. The taste of him was heady and swweet as he rubbed the tip against Viktor's tongue, slick and easy with both spit and precome.
As Jayce shifted closer Viktor's vision was overtaken by the insides of his fuzzy thighs and the heavy weight of his full sac. It was an ... unfamiliar perspective, to say the least, but not one he minded, Viktor noted with a detached kind of curiosity. On the contrary, something about it sent another heavy throb of arousal straight to his cock and maybe that was something he should unpack later.
Then Jayce slowly pushed forward and Viktor felt his eyes flutter closed to better savour the slide of that cock into his mouth. Warm and hard and smooth.
"That's it", Jayce sighed above him, dribbling his excitement across Viktor's tongue, "You're doing amazing. Just be good and relax for me..."
As if to help him Jayce's free hand found its way back to his body, gliding across his neck and shoulder, calloused fingers fanning out across his ribcage, moving with every rise and fall of his heavy breaths. A playful thumb flicked across his nipple, repeating the motion at Viktor's delighted shudder. Growing more insistent, scratching and pinching and twisting until Viktor moaned for him again, right when the tip of Jayce's cock had sunk so deep into his mouth it touched the back of his throat.
Jayce kept it there for a long moment, making breathing just a bit harder without fully obstructing the airflow, Viktor's nostrils flaring with each breath he took, inhaling the intense scent of soap and musk and Jayce until his head was spinning. Then Jayce pulled back, not entirely, only enough to let him breathe freely again, keeping a good mouthful of his cock stuffed between Viktor's lips.
The weight of it was satisfying and Viktor rubbed his tongue against it, suckling softly and making Jayce groan. He could feel those powerful thighs twitch in his grasp, maybe with the effort of keeping still and not mindlessly thrusting back inside, and dug his fingers deeper into fuzzy skin and hard muscle.
"You like that...", Jayce hummed. It was not a question. He gave a few shallow, rocking thrusts of his hips, dragging his cock along Viktor's tongue, filling his mouth. Letting go of his own base to instead play with both of Viktor's nipples, teasing and pinching them harder, sending electric shocks down his spine and into his neglected cock.
With his mouth stuffed Viktor could not even agree or plead or protest. He was unsure which he would have done, if he had the chance. He could only suck and hum and whimper and rock his hips into nothing, bucking them up harder with each cruel twist and pinch to his nipples.
By now his mouth was flooded with saliva, slick and thick and filthy, but Viktor did as he was told and staved off every reflexive movement of his throat to swallow any of it. For some reason the feeling made him squirm even more.
When his own burning arousal became more than he could bear he pressed his thighs together, drenching their insides with his need, desperate for any friction at all. But Jayce's hand was quick to give one a playful swat and so he spread them again. Both obedience and invitation.
"So needy", Jayce rumbled from above, pinching him so hard Viktor cried out, voice muffled by the cock still gliding back and forth between his lips. "Alright, I'll touch you ... once I've got my cock all the way down your throat."
Viktor wanted to nod, to agree, to show how he accepted those terms with delight. But all he could do was moan and squeeze Jayce's thighs and buck his hips helplessly.
Jayce seemed to know once again just what he needed. Because a moment later one hand slid down to wrap around his bared neck again, resting there without any pressure. Then the velvety tip of that cock pushed deep, brushed against the back of his throat.
"Deep breath", Jayce prompted and Viktor obediently, reflexively sucked in a lungful of air, savouring Jayce's heady scent as he did. Calloused fingers spread across his ribcage, as if to feel when it had fully extended. Only once it had did Jayce continue.
"Now be a good boy and relax for me."
With heat pooling low in his guts and his toes curling at the words Viktor obeyed.