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It is no secret to anyone who has ever met Jayce Talis that the man has the overall disposition of a border collie. Even Viktor, with his limited experience with dogs, recognizes the signs. His partner handles boredom with all the grace of a toddler on a sugar high. He always needs a mission — whether at the lab, at the forge, or in his personal life. He's highly energetic, responsive to the most subtle of Viktor's cues, and in desperate need of praise to thrive. He also can't resist herding Viktor around with a hand hovering over the small of his back or an arm thrown over his shoulders when they walk through the hallways of the Academy.
It’s hardly a surprise, then, that Jayce has the libido of a feral stray. His attention turns to pretty skirts easily. His smiles grow seductive at the drop of a hat. He knows a thousand ways to charm, and a million more to close. Every few days, he gets to the lab with scratches down his back and fresh bite marks under his collar, satisfied but never sated.
The problem, of course, is that working on Hextech can be all-consuming; particularly when they're on a deadline. It's not rare for them to spend several days in a row locked in their lab, catching a few hours of sleep here and there on their sofa. These short bursts of work without play usually leave Jayce irritable and twitchy. He doesn't take it out on Viktor but the quality of their work suffers from his general mood. And well…
It has now been over two weeks since they were last able to leave the lab for longer than a shower, and Jayce is becoming insufferable.
“For the last time, stop that,” Viktor snaps as Jayce’s fidgeting shakes his work table badly enough to ruin his attempts at aligning Hexcrystals in their custom-made array again.
“Sorry,” Jayce replies reflexively. He stands up to pace, hands in his hair. “I’m sorry. I feel like I'm going out of my mind.”
“Go home, then. I will finish.”
“We both know I can't do that, there's too much to do if we want to be done on time.”
“Right now, you're not being useful. Get some sleep and come back when you can work again.”
“Sleep isn't the problem or I'd be fine with our sofa.”
Viktor takes off his goggles and rubs the inner corner of his eyes. There's a miserable headache banging at the back of his head and his leg is burning in exertion.
“What is the problem, then?”
Jayce collapses in a chair and puts his head in his hands. “This is going to sound ridiculous but… I'm pent up.”
“Would forge work help you get some of the energy out? Because I'm sure I could find—”
“No, Viktor. I need to have sex. And before you ask, yes, I have tried masturbating.”
Surprised at Jayce's openness, Viktor flushes. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. You see why I can't just disappear for a couple of hours and come back.”
“Not really. Don't you have a regular partner you could ask?”
Jayce shakes his head with a wince. “I try to avoid repeat performances. People get ideas otherwise.”
“Surely you could find someone willing to do you a quick favor?”
“I'd still need to go home to shower and change, get to a bar, find someone, have sex, go home for another shower and change, and then come back. We don't have that kind of time.”
Viktor bites his lip and looks Jayce over. Jayce’s clothes are rumpled and stained with grease, oil, and ink. His hair is out of its usual hairstyle, his pommade long gone. He has the beginning of a beard and dark shadows under his golden eyes. He looks exhausted, frustrated, and unkempt in a way he never does… And a hot spike of want runs through Viktor at the sight.
As classically handsome as Jayce is when he's perfectly groomed, Viktor has always liked his men on the rougher side. Worker’s hands, boisterous laughter, and rough beards are what gets him going. Jayce's clean-cut figure never quite hit the mark for him. Like this, though… Jayce looks like he could show him a good time. Like he could hold him down and fuck him until he forgot his own name.
“Would you like me to help?” Viktor offers quietly, heart in his throat.
It's a gamble — he's never seen Jayce with a man before — but he trusts his partner to let him down without any hard feelings if he's not interested. To his surprise, Jayce sits up at attention like a hound. His gaze turns intense, the gold of his irises luminous with sudden hunger.
“What are you offering?”
“I could suck you. If that would help you focus again, I mean.”
“It would. For a few hours, at least.”
Mouth dry, Viktor looks away. If Jayce kept looking this undone, he wouldn't mind sucking his cock every couple of hours. In fact, he can almost picture it. Jayce tugging on his hair desperately, trying not to fuck his face and coming down his throat. Begging for it again some time later with the full knowledge of what Viktor can do with his tongue. Maybe offering to return the favor to try and convince Viktor to blow him again.
“What would it take to, eh, fully reset your clock, so to speak?”
Viktor hears some shuffle as Jayce gets out of his seat and steps closer. Jayce kneels in front of him and waits until Viktor looks him in the eye again to continue.
“I won't take anything you're not comfortable giving. I'll be fine. We'll be fine. I'll make it work.”
“Thank you for your consideration, but I'm not a blushing virgin.” Viktor rolls his eyes. “I doubt there's anything you can ask for that would be a problem for me. Just tell me what you need and we can get back to work.”
“Yeah?” Jayce asks before leaning closer to whisper in Viktor’s ear. His breath is warm where it hits Viktor's neck, his voice gravelly with want. It sends Viktor’s heart racing, his body clenching around nothing in anticipation. “So if I said that I need to bend you over one of the work tables and blow a few loads into you until you drip my cum all over the floor, what would you say?”
Humming as embers of desire ignite in his stomach, Viktor kisses the side of Jayce's throat. “I'd ask which hole you'd prefer and tell you to get on with it. We're on a deadline.”
With a guttural groan, Jayce grabs him by the lapels and draws him into a bruising kiss. Viktor kisses back with every ounce of skill he possesses. He meets him nip for nip, and lets their tongues dance together as his hands move to the closures on Jayce's jacket. Jayce follows his lead. He works at the buttons on Viktor's uniform and sighs when his hands finally meet skin.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll still feel me in a week when we have to give that stupid presentation at the competition,” Jayce promises, before moving down to kiss Viktor's collarbones.
His beard is scratchy, his hands rough. He handles Viktor like nothing could break him, fondling and biting every inch of this new territory.
“Are you planning on making me come along the way, or is that optional?”
Viktor pushes Jayce's shirt and jacket off his shoulders and messily drops them to the floor. Jayce hasn't had time to shave in a while and it shows. Viktor reaches out to scratch at his chest hair and tweaks a nipple. In answer, Jayce removes Viktor's leg brace and works his pants open.
“Depends on how well that gorgeous pussy of yours handles my cock,” Jayce replies as he works Viktor's pants off.
“Ha. You'd be the first to complain.”
A growl rumbles in Jayce's chest. He forces Viktor's thighs open wide with the bare minimum consideration for his leg. Viktor shivers as cool air hits his center. His cock is throbbing between his legs, his folds already soaked with slick.
“Don't mention other partners unless you want me to bite you,” Jayce warns.
Viktor gives him a sly look. Then he reaches down and sinks two fingers into his cunt. It's a tight fit. He might be confident but it's been a long while since he's had sex, and he doesn't jerk off often. That's okay, though. The stretch isn't the point. He takes his fingers out, strands of slick breaking visibly on the way, and rests them over Jayce's lips.
“I can think of better uses for your mouth.”
Jayce's pupils dilate. His lips part. Then he pushes Viktor's hand aside, throws Viktor's legs over his shoulders, and dives down to lick him.
“Oh, good boy,” Viktor breathes out, stars bursting behind his eyelids.
He doesn't bother stifling his moans. He knows how much Jayce needs to know he's doing well. As expected, Jayce hums in satisfaction, nose buried in Viktor's curls, before doubling down. He licks Viktor's cock and the folds of his pussy like they're the best thing he's ever tasted.
Lewd noises fill the air as Viktor pants and squirms. Jayce's saliva mixes with Viktor's slick to soak his beard and drip to the chair. Jayce’s hands massage Viktor's thighs, rubbing the knots out of his weak leg, before migrating upwards. They settle at the junction between his hips and thighs, and Jayce holds Viktor's folds open with two thick thumbs to sink his tongue inside of him.
Viktor curses. “Good, really good, but no. Suck me, Jayce.”
He keens when Jayce obeys, pure pleasure racing through him as wet warmth closes over his cock. Jayce doesn't need more instructions to play with his tongue and vary the suction until he finds the right combination to make Viktor's thighs tremble around his shoulders.
“That's it, ah, you're such a sweet boy. Now give me your fingers.”
Jayce bullies two of his fingers inside of Viktor at once. Viktor's eyes roll back in his head. The stretch is mildly painful, but the hurt mixes with the electric feeling of Jayce's mouth on his cock to form an addictive cocktail of bliss.
“Good. Very good, oh, Janna—”
Without any consideration for Jayce, Viktor rolls his hips up. The movement isn't easy, but the stimulation it gets him is worth the struggle. Jayce's beard rubs against his folds, heightening his sensitivity as Jayce's clever mouth works his cock. Viktor grinds himself over Jayce's tongue, taking his fingers in deep over and over again… until Jayce pulls back.
“It’s not just me, is it? You need it badly too,” Jayce murmurs in awe before pressing a sucking kiss to Viktor's core that makes his back arch.
“I—This is…”
“It's okay. Go on, ride my face. Let me give you what you need. Let me be good for you.”
Without further ado, Jayce goes back to sucking Viktor's cock. Viktor lets out a wounded noise and follows his instructions. He twines a hand in Jayce’s hair while bracing himself on the desk with the other, and fucks Jayce's face.
The effort of rocking his hips over and over has him panting in no time. Sweat gathers at his hairline. Tingles run through him. He closes his eyes with a full body shudder as he imagines the picture he must make right now. He can't believe he's naked in his own lab, with Jayce kneeling between his legs, dripping his spit down Viktor's taint as he brings him off with his mouth. If he thinks about it too much, he's going to lose his mind.
Jayce's hand finds his chest, and Viktor hunches over as Jayce plays with a nipple. He's so close. It won't take much more for him to come.
“Almost there, Jayce… You're so good. Don't stop, don't stop, don't—”
With a breathless moan, Viktor tenses. His orgasm burns through him in a lightning storm of pleasure that leaves him trembling. His heart is racing, his breaths coming short. Every inch of him sparks as Jayce keeps sucking him, his mouth moving down to lap away at the slick seeping out between his fingers. It takes Viktor wincing in overstimulation for Jayce to press one last kiss to his cock before pulling away and taking his fingers out.
Slumping back into his chair, Viktor watches through half-lidded eyes as Jayce gets out from under his legs to stand. With quick, efficient movements, Jayce strips off the rest of his clothes. His scruffy stubble is glistening with Viktor's juices. His cock stands proudly between his legs, long and thick. His predatory focus is still there, his whole body coiled towards Viktor.
Viktor wants him so badly, he feels lightheaded with it.
“Can I fuck you now or do you need a minute?” Jayce asks, eyes pleading, like Viktor could ever say no to him.
Stumbling upright, Viktor turns and haphazardly pushes his notes out of the way. He rests his bad leg over his chair cautiously. Then he bends over to place his elbows on his desk and gives Jayce a pointed look over his shoulder.
“Do your worst, Talis.”
Jayce grins, his sharp canines peeking out… Then, he pounces. He drapes himself across Viktor's back and guides the head of his cock to his cunt. Viktor gasps as Jayce breaches him, his arms faltering. Jayce is thick, much thicker than two of his fingers, and his body struggles against the intrusion. Panting against Viktor's ear, Jayce wraps his arms around Viktor’s upper arms and torso and rocks in with slow, but strong rolls of his hips.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, “are you sure you're not a virgin?”
“Don't… flatter yourself. I've had bigger,” Viktor lies.
Sharp, exquisite pain bursts in his shoulder as Jayce sinks his teeth into him. Viktor contracts with a shout, before whining as Jayce thrusts into him hard.
“What did I say about mentioning other partners?” Jayce growls.
“You, ah, asked.”
Jayce growls again. Arms tightening around Viktor, he fucks into him roughly. A few more inches sink in, and Viktor scrunches his eyes shut. Jayce's cock is filling him up in ways he can't remember being touched before, yet there's still more to go. It feels overwhelming in the best of ways, his headache fully forgotten in favor of sheer physical stimulation.
It takes another minute of rough, animalistic thrusts before Jayce finally bottoms out inside of him. Viktor lets out a half-sob at the feeling. The head of Jayce's cock is hitting his cervix and the sharp pain turns him into a livewire of sensation.
“Too deep,” he gasps, but Jayce doesn't pause. He keeps fucking him.
“You can take it. You can take me. Anything I can give, I know you can.”
Viktor whimpers and rests his head against the desk. Every roll of Jayce's hips is making him tremble, pleasure and pain working together to remake him into something new. Jayce is hugging him tight enough to make breathing a struggle, but his embrace feels comforting. Solid. It makes Viktor feel like he could break apart safely, every piece of him held together by warmth.
Slowly, Viktor’s body adjusts to Jayce's size. The glide of Jayce's cock becomes smoother, his movements turning fluid as his hips roll against Viktor. Moaning, he presses a kiss to Viktor's nape, to the bite on his shoulder, to his temple… Their shared gasps and pants fill the air, sweat slicking their bodies together.
“You feel so good, Viktor. Fuck, I didn't think you'd ever let me—If I'd known… Tell me you'll let me have you again after we're done with this project. I need you against our blackboard, in my forge, everywhere we've worked together.”
Viktor bites his lip. Pleasure is building in his core again, but he can tell that this won't be quite enough to take him over the edge. He wants more. He wants to feel the predator he saw lurking behind Jayce's eyes, to be crushed under his warmth and used until he can't think anymore.
“Eh. I don't know. Is that the best you can do? I was promised a good, hard fuck,” he taunts between gasps.
Breath catching in his chest, Jayce stills. Viktor winces at the abrupt pause, an apology on his lips, but Jayce bodily lifts him up before he can speak. His cock never slips out as he puts Viktor on his knees on the floor and kneels behind him. He lets go of Viktor’s upper body with one arm to push his head down against the floor, hand tight in his hair. Viktor's cheek hits the floor, the cool tile doing nothing to assuage the fire in his core. His hip and leg scream at him in this position… but the pain barely registers as Jayce resumes fucking him.
Viktor’s eyes roll back in his head. His mouth falls open dumbly. The new angle has Jayce hitting his G-spot with every thrust. Jayce's balls keep slapping against Viktor's cock and the lightning bursts of pleasure reverberate through Viktor's entire body.
“Always so mouthy,” Jayce moans. “And so damn smart. Sometimes, I swear I want to carve my name in your skin so everyone will know whose partner you are.”
Pure lust blooms in Viktor's stomach at the thought. Jayce’s arm feels like a steel band around him, his grip unyielding on his hair, and Viktor can't move, he can't squirm, he can only take what Jayce is giving him.
“Keep this up and I — ah — I'll let you.”
“Yeah? Am I making you feel good?”
“Yes!” Viktor praises. “So, so good. Best I've ever ha—”
Pain blooms across Viktor's scalp as Jayce drags his head up by the hair to expose the line of his neck and bites. Viktor keens. He tightens impossibly around Jayce's length, before whining at the overwhelming fullness.
Jayce growls in his ear. “What do I have to do to make you forget everyone else?”
Viktor’s lashes flutter. “I… Come in me. Please. Fill me up, make me yours.”
“Gods, Viktor… You're going to be the death of me.”
Jayce drags Viktor up until he's kneeling upright over Jayce's lap. Viktor sinks down to the root on his cock with a cry, his head falling back to rest against Jayce's shoulder.
“Ever had a Vastaya before?” Jayce asks as he slows his thrusts to fondle Viktor's chest.
Viktor frowns at the odd question after Jayce's show of possessiveness. Not that he minds answering. He's been around the block more than once, and the flashes he gets of the lovely feline Vastaya who taught him how to properly use his strap-on don't exactly take away from his current enjoyment.
“Once. Why?”
“I just wanted to make sure you knew what to expect,” Jayce replies cryptically… before sliding his arms under Viktor's thighs to bend him in half and lift him fully off the floor.
Viktor moans in shocked delight and grasps the underside of Jayce’s arms for support. He's not heavy, but he's a grown man. It's one thing for Jayce to keep him pinned but another altogether to hold him up. The casual show of strength makes arousal and pleasure skyrocket under his skin as Jayce begins to rut into him like a dog in heat.
“I’m close,” Jayce gasps breathlessly. “Can you come like this?”
Swallowing tightly, Viktor closes his eyes. His leg hurts like hell, his spine burning… but the pain only makes his pleasure crest higher. “Bite me again and this, ah, will be fin—oh, Gods. Jayce!”
Jayce fits his teeth over his nape and Viktor lets out a long, wounded cry as his universe collapses in on itself.
His orgasm steals the breath out of his lungs. It robs him of his sight and leaves him deaf to anything except Jayce's groans and stuttered breaths next to his ear. He feels suspended in water — warm, safe, and held, as waves and waves of bliss caress his skin from head to toe. Jayce's hips crash into him like the ocean upon the rocks, smoothing out Viktor's edges as they jar every painful joint in his body… Then Jayce’s movements slow and actual discomfort starts to peek through Viktor's haze.
Frowning, Viktor opens his eyes. It feels like— Like Jayce is growing inside of him, his size pushing further against soft walls. The easy glide of their bodies becomes awkward as Jayce’s cock catches at Viktor's entrance again. Jayce brings Viktor back down and sits him in his lap. With a sigh that feels like relief, he closes his teeth over Viktor's shoulder gently… And Viktor seizes as the base of Jayce's cock expands inside of him in an agonizing rush.
“Jayce! What—” Viktor sobs incoherently.
He whimpers, another orgasm washing through him too fast to be anything but painful. He tries to escape, to rip the weight inside of him out, but Jayce holds him still before he can hurt himself any further.
“‘s okay, 's just… my knot,” Jayce shushes him with a slurred whisper.
His cock pulses and warmth blooms inside of Viktor. One of Jayce's hands comes to rub circles over Viktor's stomach possessively, while the other cups his throat. He rubs his beard over Viktor's neck and shoulders before kissing the sensitized skin.
“Why? H-how?” Viktor asks, chest heaving in pleasure-pain.
“Vastaya. I'm a… canine hybrid. Thought you knew.” Jayce sighs affectionately. “Gods, you feel incredible.”
Viktor trembles. His body is fluttering wildly around Jayce's knot, trying to make sense of the absurd girth inside of him. His contractions must feel good because Jayce lets out a long groan and spurts more cum deep into the core of him.
“Is that why you asked if I'd ever—?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well…” Viktor swallows, teeth gritted. A bright rush of pleasure lights up his body as Jayce jerks inside of him. He moans and finally relaxes back into Jayce's embrace. “This is a first.”
“Do you like it?”
Do you like me? Did I do good? Am I good? Viktor hears the unspoken questions.
“I think you've ruined me for other men,” he admits, his accent thicker than molasses as his body adjusts to Jayce's presence in him, “which is… unfortunate considering your aversion to repeat performances.”
Jayce snorts. “I’ve wanted you since you gave me my crystal back. I'll give you a repeat performance whenever you want.”
“Why didn't you say anything?”
“I tried! But you kept saying no to dinner and drinks.”
“Janna.” Viktor cranes his neck to stare at him in disbelief. “Were you trying to woo me?”
“Why do you say it like that?”
“Because, what part of me made you think that I was craving roses and love letters?”
“I don't know. Was I just supposed to shove my hand down your pants at work? Pin you down without asking and mount you like a bitch over one of the work tables?” Viktor shivers at the thought and Jayce must feel it because he gawks at him. “Seriously?!”
“I’m not one for, ah, gentle sex. As you've just seen.” Viktor winces. “So, yes. Next time you get ‘pent up’, you have my permission to take whatever you need, however you need it. Just don't ask me to be your boyfriend and make sure to lock the door first.”
Heart racing, Jayce stays silent. Viktor lets his gaze wander over the lab. He's exhausted and his leg hurts, but his mind is clear in the way only fantastic sex can make him feel. He can already see new ideas forming, the arrayed Hexcrystals turning into a field of possibilities in his mind. It makes his fingers itch with the need to grab a pen or a piece of chalk.
“How long until your knot goes down?”
“Ten minutes or so.”
Viktor bites his lip. “Do you think you could move us to one of our desks?”
There's a pause, then Jayce bursts into fond laughter. “You are unbelievable.”
“Is that a no?”
“It's a ‘someday, when we're not on a deadline, I will figure out how to turn your brain off’.”
Viktor sniffs. “Yes, well. Not today. At this rate, you're already going to be notching gears in the carriage over to the competition.”
With another chuckle, Jayce stands them up. He sits down at his desk with Viktor in his lap and kisses Viktor's neck when he moans at the jostling of the knot inside of him. “I’m starting to think you like science more than you like me.”
“Eh. Maybe. But if we win this stupid competition and get our funding, I promise I'll let you work on evening out the score.”