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The walk to Viktor’s apartment was awkward for Jayce. He didn’t know what to say or if he should say anything. Viktor had told him to be quiet enough times to actually have him silenced, a feat only he was capable of, surely. Watching the other man’s back as he led the way, there was this authority surrounding him that wasn’t there before.
It was respect for his partner that urged him to oblige. Wanting to display his care but now… it felt different. Now he felt the need to obey. For an entirely new reason.
“I can hear you thinking from here.”
Jayce’s eyes fell to the ground and as they walked, he didn’t notice the way Viktor pivoted to face him. They almost ran into each other. Jayce stopped just a few inches away. The height difference between them was always so noticeable when they were this close. Jayce towered over Viktor, he was broader, stronger, physically outpacing his partner in every way but despite all that… he felt like Viktor was the one in control.
There was that familiar tap of a cane and a tilt as Viktor leaned to catch his gaze. “There is no obligation to follow me, you know.” Pale hands came to rest on the crown of the cane. Their eyes were so similar. Sometimes when he looked at them for too long, it was like looking into his own soul. “But, if you do,” Viktor tilted his head the other way. “It will change us… is that what you want?”
Huh? What was he on about? A small pit formed in his stomach. As if Jayce could look at it any other way now. As if what just happened between them didn’t introduce a new chemical to their compound. The reaction; inevitable.
“You think I’m not sure?”
“That is precisely why I asked.”
They searched each other’s eyes as Jayce let his thoughts wash over him. The fresh memory of Viktor ordering him around and standing over him. All leading to a flash of pain and the oddly provocative image of his partner looking at him like… like Jayce was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.
“Viktor, we’ve been partners for this long... I trust you more than anyone.” The sun poked through the moving clouds, shining twilight on them as he spoke. “I would do anything, so long as I’m doing it with you.” Viktor gave him a quizzical look. “And?”
An amused huff fell from Jayce’s lips. “And I’m sure.”
Viktor gave a hum of approval and turned on his heel.
The rest of the walk to the apartment was short, not surprised Viktor would seek close accommodation. Still, he wondered if it was close enough and if there was anything he could do to move the man even closer. The apartment was a small one bedroom. Just what he expected of the frugal Zaunite. Despite their recent achievements and well compensated for their efforts, Viktor was still a penny pincher. Then, his mind wandered back to the way Vik commanded the room just in the last hour. Each memory flashed in his mind like a perfect record. Compiled and organized down to the last detail. That vice-like grip in his hair… Viktor is more than capable of handling himself. The man isn’t timid, or needy, he was bold in fact.
“Tea?”
Always ready to face anything with an extensive collection of quips and comebacks. The man was clever, sassy… and he never backed down from a challenge. There was much to admire about Viktor.
Just another entry in the diary of things Jayce loved about-
“Jayce-”
“Huh?” It was like falling, sinking back into his body after being in the clouds. “I said, would you like some tea?”
He blinked a few times before shaking his head. “No, no, I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself.”
Now he stood awkwardly in Viktor’s living room after the man had hobbled into the kitchen. He was alone with himself, with his thoughts. The clinking and tapping coming from Viktor wasn’t distracting enough either. Moreso, incredibly loud at the moment. Was he really about to have an emotional crisis, at a time like this?
Well Viktor was making himself a cup of tea when Jayce was under the impression that something… else was going to happen as soon as they arrived. So was it really his fault that he was a bit confused on what he was supposed to be doing right now? His brows nearly met in frustration. He wasn’t as consumed by the idea of loving Viktor as he was with how little he was fighting it. You would think these thoughts, this realization, would cross his mind and he’d have a conniption about it but no. He was done for the second it slipped into his mind. It arrived, it found a warm spot in his heart, and it settled. Once it was in there, his chest bloomed with a feeling he’d definitely felt before in passing.
When they stabilized the crystal. Floating up there in a wash of blue light, weightless, laughing with him. Viktor had a smile on his face and it was so… beautiful.
Whenever he had a brilliant idea, Viktor looked at him with this heated gaze. Those eyes that dared him to burn bright, to keep going. He would never be sick of it.
It was almost painful to think about so he rubbed at his chest.
Jayce was having an epiphany.
Anyone else would have looked at the man and thought, does he have heartburn? Viktor, on the other hand, was a little more experienced. He had learned Jayce over the years. His mannerisms, his way of speaking, his touches, and what it meant when he was quiet. Viktor knew it when he saw it. A passing glance from the kitchen entrance told him something was on Jayce’s mind. Something big. It worried him. Was it too much? Was he going too far? Was Jayce uncomfortable? Did he not want to be here? However, the racing thoughts were quelled by one simple truth. It clicked all too quickly, a testament to the exact kind of bond they had.
It was fruitless thought, he reasoned. Jayce had assured him and Jayce would never lie to Viktor.
The mind was simply a complicated thing and deciphering it was more difficult than-… That’s when Viktor put the kettle down, a complicated thing… with ridges… and curves… and neurons… yes .
Tea was left unbrewed in the kitchen. Viktor abandoned it for the chalkboard he kept in his living room. Jayce jumped at his sudden reappearance and Viktor just smiled as he walked past him. “It is like a mind,” he said, waving a finger in the air.
A curious look replaced the one of surprise and Jayce laughed, “What?”. The living room filled with the sound of chalk hitting the board, fingers gripping tight as they could barely keep up. Jayce followed and read it as it was being written. “The Hexcore.”
“ A mind. ” Viktor continued to write on the chalkboard as Jayce came to his side. “With neurons, synapses, each point having access to every other point and-”
“If we reverse engineer the algorithms we can build a map, a legend of each integral function to-”
“Understand the language of the arcane indefinitely. Less guessing. Pure input for output. Like-”
“A mage.”
They looked at each other. Jayce smiled from ear to ear and scooped Viktor up into an embrace. “You’re a genius, Viktor!” His partner sputtered and laughed, pushing on his shoulder to let him go. “It was your loud thinking that inspired me.” Jayce’s embrace came loose enough for the other man to place his feet firmly on the ground. They looked at each other again and something was different. Jayce looked at him with warmth… a common feature of his, yes, but it was tender and softening by the second. His eyes darkening with pupils dilating as they gazed at one another.
“Jayce.”
“V…” A breathy chuckle left Jayce’s lips. Viktor’s eyes flashed to his chin, then his lips, just to fly back up to golden eyes. Did the room run out of air or was he just holding his breath?
With a stupid grin and hooded eyes, Jayce opened his big dumb mouth. “So, you were going to dominate me or something?”
Viktor suddenly lost all interest in any of this and tried pulling himself out of Jayce’s arms. “ You are such a buffoon.” He accused, then smacked a shoulder with his cane. Jayce was laughing. What an embarrassing sight. “Ridiculous! Let go of me.”
This was Jayce’s first and last act of defiance that night. “No.” It was simply stated before their lips met. Viktor’s body went rigid. Their eyes shut slowly. Jayce’s hands soothed over his back and they melted into each other. The clatter of Viktor’s cane was ignored as it hit the floor.
Fingers gripped brown hair, and their bodies naturally curved towards each other. Their lips pressed together and pulled apart just to come together again. There was a surge of heat kicking in as they pressed closer and closer. As the warmth of Viktor’s tongue slipped into Jayce’s mouth, he was reminded of that boldness he was fond of.
Another kiss, a smack of lips that were made for one another, a moan and Viktor pulled away. “Enough. My cane.”
Jayce looked disappointed but he obeyed, quickly picking Viktor’s cane off the floor and handing it to him before a hand caressed his chin. “Good.” Jayce searched his eyes with the goofiest expression on his face, like a dog waiting for a treat. Viktor smirked, pale fingers trailing down his partner’s strong jaw before landing on an even stronger shoulder. He squeezed. Gods, Jayce was glorious. “On your knees.”
The man’s brows twitched upward and he tilted his head slightly, amused. He thought, what have I gotten myself into, before doing as his Partner commanded. Viktor soaked in the sight of Jayce Talis, the man of progress, dropping to his knees for him. It tickled his ego and his hand slid back to Jayce’s jaw. “You will obey.” It was not a question.
A simple nod from Jayce earned Viktor’s praise.
“Good boy.” That sent blood rushing south so fast it almost made Jayce lightheaded. He was discovering new things about himself tonight, wasn’t he? His eyes shut on instinct, shuddering as leaned into Viktor’s touch. There was a charged connection between them. The cold hand was just beginning to warm against his skin and he almost whined when it was gone. Jayce opened his eyes to see Viktor walking away and sitting on the living room sofa. The man gripped his cane by the shaft and set it down on the coffee table nearby. He leaned back in his seat, lifting a finger and then pointing it to the ground in front of him “Come.”
Viktor’s voice was intoxicating. Jayce moved to get up but the other man protested. “Ah, on your knees, Jayce.” With widened eyes, he was positively shocked. Was he joking? There’s no way he’s going to- he can’t be serious. One scan of his partner’s face confirmed that he was completely serious. Jayce hesitated, worried that he was about to make a complete fool out of himself. Was he really going to-
Viktor leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fixing Jayce with that look again. Eyes sharp, pointed and looking at him through dark lashes. Obey .
He dropped his knee again and with a shy start, his hands touched the cold tiles of Viktor’s apartment. Oh my god . He was turning red, he could feel it on his skin, this was embarrassing. He was never going to live this down. There was no going back.
It was only when Jayce looked at Viktor, doing as instructed, crawling on his hands and knees towards the man… that he saw a look of pride on his partner’s face. It somehow didn't bother him and actually made some of the embarrassment go away. He didn’t know what to make of it all before he sat in the space just in front of Viktor. That touch he craved returned. Fingers tickling the slight stubble on his chin and making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Vik still had that look on his face, gently dragging a thumb over his cheek. Eye contact was almost too much. “You trust me.” It was a simple statement. An affirmation. A spoken truth reassured to the universe between them. In this moment, Viktor felt a great deal of pride. Jayce trusted him deeply. Enough to do something as undignified as crawling on his knees for him. “I will take such good care of you.” His heart thumped in his chest, he couldn’t resist. Jayce turned his face into Viktor’s palm and kissed it. He received that satisfying hum of approval as he felt a digit drag across his lower lip. “How far would you go for me?” The touch disappeared and this time, he did whine. “I would do anything .”
His confession was considered for just a second. Then there was a tug on the collar of his shirt. “Remove this.”
Jayce obliged. Nothing could be worse than crawling on his knees at this point, he thought as his mouth spoke of its own accord, “All of it?”
Viktor smirked. “Hm.” Fuck . Okay. Don’t give him ideas.
A pile of clothes formed next to him and soon, all that was left was his underwear. He reached for the band but was stopped. “Stand up.” He did. Viktor looked up at him, the remnants of that smirk still present on his face. Cold fingers slipped behind him and into his underwear. He gasped at the touch, those soft palms sliding against each cheek, pulling the last of his garments down. Viktor was now eye level with his prize.
“Pretty.”
“Wha- AH -” No restraint. Viktor had no restraint and zero shame as he pressed a kiss to Jayce’s hardening cock. It was like looking sin in the eye. The physical manifestation of every filthy thought he’d ever had sitting right in front of him and making eye contact as his underwear hit the ground. With a curious tilt, Viktor took Jayce’s dick into his hand but he didn’t stroke it. Jayce had no idea what to do. He stood there and could only watch as Viktor… inspected his junk?
“Beautiful, really.” Oh my god . Jayce covered his face with his hands, his cheeks were hot, he couldn’t take it. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Jayce.” He felt something graze his hip and he peeked through his fingers to see the hot press of lips against his skin. Viktor’s hands cupped his ass to keep him steady as he kissed the other hip. His dick was coming to life, faster than he could have imagined. “You are a work of art. A perfect form.” Viktor let his chin rest on Jayce’s abdomen, a scene that would have been comical considering the throbbing length accompanying his face but Jayce was too busy blushing. “You don’t have to say all those things, V.” A weak protest.
“Nonsense. I will speak my mind.”
With what seemed like practiced precision, Viktor’s mouth found the tip of Jayce’s dick. “Oooh -”.
He could feel himself leaking like a faucet onto his partner’s tongue. His hands fell from his face, steadying himself as he gripped Viktor’s shoulders. That wet heat swirled around the head and he throbbed. Their eyes met and Jayce’s brain short circuited when Viktor took most of his length into his mouth. “Fuck!” The man hummed around him and his hips shot forward, immediately, getting a slap on the ass for it. “Sorry- sorry, I’m sorry-” He was so out of it and had no time to collect himself. Viktor was relentless, ruthless even, taking him in and pulling back just to slide him back in again. Soon, his head was bobbing back and forth and Jayce was out of breath, legs shaking, body tensing. He was so good at this. What the fuck .
Viktor was looking at him when he took all of him into his mouth. His eyes rolled so far back they would surely get lost somewhere in his cranium. He could feel Viktor’s nose against his abdomen. Then the man swallowed around him and Jayce groaned his name. Good, so good, so good, god, don’t stop -
But just as he was getting somewhere, Viktor pulled off of him. Jayce’s hips moved forward on their own, searching for stimulation. “No, No please.” Viktor licked his lips and wiped his mouth. Jayce could only beg. “Please, Viktor, just a little more.”
“Your pleas are music to my ears.” The pout on his lips made Viktor smile, pressing a kiss to the tip. Jayce was ready to start praying to whatever entity had the man’s attention on his dick. “Jayce.” Hm? He was in a daze. At this point, there wasn’t a thought in his mind that wasn’t Viktor, Viktor’s mouth, Viktor’s eyes, Viktor’s touch, just Viktor.
“Come down here.” Like a knight to his king, he dropped to his knees once again. Not an ounce of defiance and it just made sense . Viktor started unbuckling his belt when Jayce surged forward and took over.
“Eager.”
“I want you.”
…wow.
For the first time since they locked lips, Viktor was stunned. So he let Jayce remove his belt, then his pants, his leg brace, and the rest of his clothes, save for his striped button down. Sitting there in his half naked glory was the most beautiful man Jayce had ever seen. Skin smooth and pearlescent, moles decorating each expanse. He wanted to kiss every single one of them. His gaze fell onto the space between Viktor’s legs. Wispy brown curls, pink, and glistening with a wetness Jayce hoped was his doing. He’d fallen into a trance just looking at it, hands bracing on Viktor’s legs, slightly spreading them open. It seemed someone was getting ahead of himself.
“You want to eat it? …Beg.”
Jayce was desperate. “Vik, please.”
“More.” Viktor was biting his lip and smirking, eyes half lidded.
He squeezed those perfect thighs, wanting nothing more than to mark them with his teeth. “Please, please Viktor, let me taste you.”
“Harder.”
Jayce nearly cried, he wanted it so bad. “Please let me eat your pussy, please. I want it more than anything. You’re so perfect, I just want a taste-”
“Go on.”
He did not have to be told twice, diving in as his tongue gave that perfect cunt a nice long drag. Viktor let out a sigh and wove his fingers into Jayce’s hair. His dick was throbbing as he kissed and licked, tongue swirling around Viktor’s clit before sucking it into his mouth. “Mmmm, that’s it.” He never wanted to stop doing this. The sounds he pulled out of Viktor were everything. Jayce could feel him getting even wetter, juices flowing out of Vik where his tongue was starting to prod. He slipped it in and could practically feel Viktor’s back arching. The grip in his hair tightened but he didn’t care. How could one man’s pussy be better than any meal he’s ever had? The answer was simple. Because it’s Viktor. Jayce fell into complete bliss, dick bobbing between his legs, but he didn’t need anything more than this. He didn’t need to touch himself because he could cum just like this. It was Nirvana and all he would ever need or want in his life.
All too soon, Viktor pulled at his hair, tongue slipping out and Jayce looked at him in dazed confusion.
“I’m feeling rather impatient.”
“Huh?”
“Fuck me.” Shit… fuck.
He moved with urgency, hovering over Viktor on the sofa, the other man spreading his legs and they fit together perfectly. It was almost maddening how good he felt pressed together like this. Skin to skin, body to body, pea to fucking pod.
Viktor took his dick in one hand and hip in the other. He winced. So sensitive. He just about lost it when Vik pressed the tip inside, pulling at his hip until he bottomed out. Jayce dropped his head in the crook of Viktor’s neck and breathed. “Holy shit-” Now two hands held his hips. “Do not do anything unless I tell you to.” All he could do was nod.
Vik set the pace and it was agonizingly slow. Jayce could feel each muscle group activating as he moved. It was a good thing he did calisthenics. The amount of control he had to have just to go at this pace. He was whining when Viktor chuckled. “You are so good for me, Jayce.” A moan, a soft huff, and Viktor was rutting against him. “Oh my god.”
The hands left his hips and held his face, pulling him from Viktor’s neck. “I’m right here.” He kissed him, sloppy and rough with a bite to the lip. “I am your god.” That activated one hell of a neuron sending a rush of dopamine through Jayce’s brain. He was so fucked out, his breath was coming in pants and he was losing his mind and Viktor was so perfect and fuck he couldn’t think .
Viktor’s legs wrapped around Jayce’s hips and he throbbed inside his partner. “Your turn.” It was like breaking a dam. He had no name for the sound that left his throat as he gripped Viktor’s hip with one hand and weaved his fingers into brown hair for good purchase. The room filled with debaucherous sounds. Skin slapping, so wet and squelching. Their lips met all hot and desperate. The world around them disappeared and all Jayce could register was Viktor’s mouth and the feeling of total ecstasy between his legs. So good. So good. So good. Fuck.
His voice was ragged. “I want to cum… can I, please?”
Viktor’s voice wasn’t doing much better as Jayce continued to pound into him. He had that much control? That’s impressive. “Do it.” Their speed increased and Viktor reached between them to jerk his clit. Jayce thought he was already gone but this was even worse. God, the sight of Vik pleasing himself on his cock, it was all too much and he was so close. He plowed into Viktor over and over and over again, until the pressure popped and he came. Spilling every last drop inside the love of his life. But he didn’t stop then, how could he? He still wanted Vik to cum too. Besides, like this? He didn’t know if he’d ever get soft again. With a bit more focus, he took the opportunity to spread kisses across those moles he loved so much. Vik spread his cunt with his fingers. “Don’t stop.” Jayce kissed his lips with tenderness in clarity. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Whatever he wanted. Whatever he asked, Jayce would do it. Their bodies were perfectly in tune, moving like a well oiled machine. He could feel the other man tightening around him and coiling up as he was reaching his peak. With just a few more thrusts the other man was unraveling in front of him and he was gorgeous. Jayce kissed the moles on his face as he came and didn’t stop thrusting until Viktor’s walls stopped fluttering against him.
They were both sweaty messes when they were done, all out of breath, and still locked against each other. Viktor looked at him through tired eyes, “You are a specimen of physical prowess.” Jayce laughed through a stuttering breath. “The muscles aren’t just for my health.”
“You do this so that you can fuck?”
Jayce laughed again as he pulled back to get a better look, still inside Viktor. Golden eyes took in the sight of a glistening, fucked and still full cunt. His thumb rubbed over Vik’s engorged clit and the other man seized, whacking his hand away. Yup, he loved this man and he would be a slave to him for the rest of his life.
“Lick it clean.” He met Viktor’s eyes and Jayce looked like he’d received a gift from the heavens. “Yes, sir.” As he pulled out, Vik sighed. Missing that connection.
Jayce worshiped Viktor’s body and wanted to taste every inch of it. In a wonderful state of bliss, they remained like that for some time until they got each other riled up again. When Viktor bent him over his lap, pressing wet fingers inside of him, Jayce hoped the night would never end.