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Viktor looked down at the man kneeling between his legs.
“Jayce,” he said. “I am trying to do work, you know.”
Jayce looked up at him and nodded. “Mhm,” he said. “And I can…help.”
Viktor huffed a soft laugh. “How is choking on my cock going to help me finish reading these research proposals?”
“Um, pain relief?”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “Is your throat sore, Jayce?”
“No,” Jayce admitted. “But I really want to and you’ve said before it helps with the pain sometimes.”
Viktor looked at him steadily for a moment. “Hmm,” he said consideringly. “Would it help you?”
Jayce slumped, dropping his head down onto Viktor’s thigh and feeling very much like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. “Yeah,” he said softly, nuzzling gently into Viktor’s leg. Viktor saw him, Viktor cut through all the charm and bluster to find Jayce, who just needed to be on his knees and useful.
“Alright,” Viktor said, already turning back to his papers. “Tap when you have gotten me hard.”
Jayce nodded furiously and reached for Viktor’s belt before pausing and glancing up at Viktor who was once again fully engrossed in his work. Jayce bit his lip, considering. There wasn’t really any need to rush, was there? And Viktor would like it if Jayce went slow. Inspired, Jayce began nosing into the lovely warm creases and crevices of Viktor’s groin, pressing soft chaste kisses the way he knew Viktor liked.
Jayce continued until he started feeling lightheaded from the scent of Viktor filling his lungs. He rested his head on Viktor’s thigh and breathed deeply, centering himself. Half-expecting a grounding hand to come down and pet his hair, Jayce opened one eye to look up at Viktor. But Viktor remained totally motionless except for the way his eyes tracked across the pages he held in a mesmerizing tempo.
Watching his partner being so committed to his work, their work, was doing things to Jayce that he didn’t really feel like examining. The only thing he wanted to examine was Viktor’s cock via his tongue. Cheered by that last thought, Jayce pressed one last kiss to Viktor’s thigh before reaching for his belt. He quickly unbuckled it and undid the buttons on his trousers before gently reaching a hand inside Viktor’s underwear to bring out his soft cock. Jayce paused, holding it in his hand reverently for a moment before taking it into his mouth like a benediction.
Jayce pressed his face into Viktor’s warm pubic bone and sighed blissfully as he focused all his senses on the feeling of Viktor resting light on his tongue. Jayce began to suck softly, Viktor’s warm taste beginning to mix with his saliva and drip down his throat. Viktor’s cock began to harden as Jayce continued, curling his tongue backwards to massage under the head. Emboldened by his success, Jayce swallowed around him, thrilling at the way Viktor twitched under his ministrations. Jayce continued steadily until he felt Viktor’s cock fill completely. He took a deep breath, and tapped Viktor’s thigh three times.
Viktor ignored him, although Jayce could hear him turning the page on the paper he was reading. Jayce felt heat wash over him in a great wave as he realized he was being completely ignored even as he was hunched over with his mouth stuffed full of his partner’s cock. Quietly thrilled at his own submission, Jayce closed his eyes and relaxed his throat around Viktor.
His mind was blissfully clear for a few minutes, happily floating in a sea of Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. But then his mind began to wander, creating vivid fantasies of Viktor fucking his throat, Viktor letting him cum on his stomach and then making Jayce lick it off, Viktor watching with dark eyes as Jayce opened himself up, Viktor letting him ride his cock while he called Jayce a good boy, Viktor-
Jayce whined in the back of his throat, shifting his weight back and forth in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure on his clothed erection. Looking up at Viktor, he saw that his partner was still reading. Jayce shuddered and frantically tapped Viktor’s leg three times again. Vicktor still did not respond. Desperate, Jayce began to pull off so he could beg Viktor to do something but before he could, a hand came out of nowhere to slam him back down onto Viktor’s cock in one wet glide.
Jayce moaned. Loudly.
“I do not remember telling you to stop,” Viktor said in his lilting accent.
Jayce looked up at him wide-eyed, throat working as he tried to adjust to the feeling of Viktor so suddenly buried within him. Viktor’s fingers tightened in his hair, the pain piercing through Jayce’s pleasure until he had no recourse but to moan again.
Viktor turned back to his paper.
Right before Jayce was about to despair, Viktor tightened his grip further until Jayce was forced to move backwards. Cock half out of his mouth, Jayce began to warble some sort of plea but was interrupted by Viktor guiding him firmly forward again. Viktor set up a slow rhythm, pulling him gently off and on, back and forward. Jayce felt his eyes drift shut as he lost himself in the motion and Viktor’s firm grip on his head, his whole world narrowed down to this perfect feeling.
Jayce’s eyes abruptly flew open when Viktor almost violently dragged Jayce halfway down his cock before forcing himself back into his throat, again and again and again. Jayce choked, eyes filling with unbidden tears as he struggled to acclimate to this new pace Viktor had set. Soon, all Jayce could focus on were the horribly wet sounds coming from his mouth as he choked and drooled and gasped around Viktor’s cock.
And then Viktor began to speak.
“You know, Jayce,” he said casually, “some of these proposals are fairly eh, interesting.”
Jayce moaned, flushing even further at the way Viktor spoke to him so normally as if he wasn’t fucking bouncing Jayce on his cock.
“So many students want to work with us,” Viktor continued. He spared a glance down at Jayce, who involuntarily tried to swallow around the cock invading his throat, Viktor’s gaze returned easily to his paper as his hand continued to keep Jayce in that punishing rhythm.
“Although,” he said lightly. “I don’t know if they’d still want to work with you if they saw how much of a cockslut you are.”
Jayce whined desperately, hands twitching as he held them by his sides so they wouldn’t creep unbidden towards his aching cock. Jayce felt the weight of Viktor’s gaze turn on him like a physical thing, and his hand on Jayce’s head slowed to a stop. Jayce coughed as he took the opportunity to try and swallow the frankly outrageous amount of saliva in his mouth.
“Mmm,” Viktor hummed mockingly. “Poor little cocksleeve.”
Jayce moaned again. Viktor put down the papers he had been reading and grasped Jayce under the chin, his thumb petting Jayce’s nearly numb lips where they stretched hopelessly around Viktor’s cock.
“Do you want me to come down your throat, Jayce?” Viktor asked, his golden eyes staring directly into Jayce’s soul. Or maybe into his dick. In these moments, Jayce half-believed they were the same.
Jayce nodded furiously around the cock still in his throat, garbling a very wet, muffled “please.” Viktor smiled at him appraisingly. “Suck,” he commanded. Jayce hollowed out his cheeks, trying to create as much suction as possible. Viktor’s hips twitched minutely forward as he moaned softly.
“Good boy,” he praised, the words echoing in Jayce’s ears before stealing into Jayce’s bloodstream so that the pounding of his blood rushing through him stopped sounding ba-dum ba-dum and instead all Jayce could hear was good-boy, good-boy, good-boy.
“Suck,” Viktor commanded again and Jayce obeyed. They started another rhythm as Jayce followed Viktor’s directions so quickly it felt like instinct. All thoughts of his own arousal dissipated as Jayce watched his partner quietly fall apart above him. Viktor looked like a god like this, all buttoned up except for the faint blush spreading across his cheeks, the soft gasps escaping from his lips, and of course, his cock throbbing in Jayce’s mouth.
With one last thready moan, Viktor came, flooding Jayce’s mouth as he happily swallowed his prize. Viktor pushed Jayce fully off of him and back down onto the floor, panting softly as he relaxed further into his chair.
Left suddenly adrift, Jayce whined pitifully as he reached down to palm his own cock, his hips twitching fitfully into his own grasp. Jayce knew that he must look wrecked, his hair in horrible disarray, chin wet with drool, tears running down his cheeks and an embarrassingly large wet spot on his pants where his cock threatened to break through. But all Jayce could really focus on was the desire that had cored him. Nearly shaking, Jayce looked up at Viktor to wordlessly plead for respite.
Viktor patted his thigh, and Jayce gratefully moved to rest his head on it. Distantly, Jayce realized he was panting. Viktor gently carded his fingers through Jayce’s hair as he soothed him, murmuring “It’s alright, my love, you did so good, you’re so good, you were so good.” Jayce unbuttoned his pants with frantic motions, Viktor’s words threatening to undo him before he could even touch himself. When he finally managed to wrap his hand around his aching cock, he came immediately, moaning shamefully as his orgasm racked through him.
Viktor laughed fondly, making Jayce flush an even brighter red. Jayce opened his mouth but Viktor quickly shushed him and slipped his second hand into his hair to scratch at his scalp gently. Jayce’s eyelashes fluttered as he relaxed, boneless, at Viktor’s feet, slipping into his well-earned peace.