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The only reason in the world Jayce would have stopped unbuttoning Viktor’s pants was the hand that settled over his and squeezed. He broke the kiss and studied his partner’s red face.

“You okay?” He asked.

A hesitation. “Yes.”

“Something on your mind?”

“Well, it’s—eh…You should know I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh. You mean…”

Viktor nodded slowly. “But…I’m fine. I want it.”

When Viktor crushed his lips to Jayce’s, he kissed back, but stopped the nimble hands that fumbled with his shirt. “Wait. Wait. Not like this.”

“What?”

“Not like this. We’re drunk, and tired, and…I haven’t taken you out yet.”

“You want to take me out?” 

They had been drinking after a long day of work, a lot of drinking and a very long day. Viktor had ended up on Jayce’s lap, and Jayce’s lips ended up on Viktor’s, and then…this.

Jayce gawked at him. “I—yes. We can go to dinner tomorrow? And then…my place.”

“Sounds like a cliche.”

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s nice. Your first time should be special.”

Viktor scoffed. “Now, that is a cliche. Seriously.”

Jayce let out a defeated chuckle. “You know what I’m trying to say.”

Viktor rested his forehead against Jayce’s. His body was still pumping with hormones after the thrill of admitting feelings. He tried to relax. “I know.”

“You’re not a hookup, V. I don’t do hookups.”

Viktor exhaled through his nose, warm breath that ghosted across Jayce’s lips. “Okay. Tomorrow, then.”

They went home to separate apartments. Jayce paced around for a while before bed, and Viktor took a long shower, and neither slept. The next morning, Jayce was late to the lab. He didn’t tell Viktor that it was because he was cleaning his entire house top to bottom, but he did report that he called in a reservation for six pm at their favorite restaurant downtown.

……………………….

Jayce was all sweet about it, of course, picking him up for the classy dinner date and leading an easy conversation while they ate. Then the harder conversation—‘what did you mean by never? What have you done, what haven’t you done?’ Kind of like this, in between bites of dessert:

V: Well, eh, I’ve been with…a few men, before. Been…touched, but I didn’t…*ahem* let it go further.

J: Because you wanted to wait?

V: Mmh, not exactly. I just…didn’t feel comfortable. It’s complicated.

J: That makes sense.

V: So, what is your history?

J: Women, I don’t know how many, and…one man. I’ve never been with someone who…is like you.

V: Trans? Or disabled?

J: Uh, both. I don’t find it weird, though. It’s you, you know? I don’t think of you like you’re different, you’re just—Sorry, I don’t know the best way to say it.

V: I know what you mean.

J: So, what do I need to know? I mean, to make you comfortable.

V: Oh. Well…say what you want, just don’t call me a girl. 

J: ‘Course. Anything I can’t touch?

V: Hm. My chest…doesn’t have much feeling, since the surgery. Probably best to avoid it. That’s all.

J: Okay.

V: Do you know…what to expect?

J: Like, what equipment you’ve got?

V: Ugh, don’t put it like that. But yes.

J: Yes. Yeah, uh, I know. Or, I think I know what to expect.

V: You will certainly find out.

J: Is that a promise?

V: Absolutely not. Play your cards right.

J: Understood. Can I call you baby?

V: Yes.

J: How about…kinks? Like, if I said ‘good boy,’ would that be weird?

V: I don’t see why not. I think…we should approach it like a scientific venture.

J: An experiment?

V: Sure.

J: I don’t see us approaching it any other way, so, yeah. Game on. 

….…………………..

To his advantage, Jayce’s apartment was almost as familiar as his own after years of partnership. It was going great, just about as smooth as budding romance could be. Viktor knew how to do that part. But this…was the first time Viktor had visited Jayce’s home as a partner. 

Viktor stood in the hallway a few paces away from Jayce, watching him close and latch the front door. It would be cool to do the thing where you push someone up against the door and kiss them right when you get home, and Viktor thought he might do it but fuck, he was nervous. 

Usually, despite his hangups about intimacy, Viktor’s insufferable sex drive outweighed his nerves. Stepping through that stupid front door, though, he felt so on edge he was almost queasy. Luckily, there was just enough red wine in his system from their dinner date earlier to keep himself feeling…pliant.

As soon as they both got their shoes off and tucked neatly under the bench, he strolled toward Jayce’s bedroom, because if this got drawn out any longer he would probably burn up and die.

“Should we have another drink, or something?”

Viktor turned around. Jayce was toeing his shoes off and then following Viktor down the hallway. Viktor simply shook his head. He peeked into the bedroom, admiring the immaculate bed and the clean floors. Everything was in rich, dark shades and illuminated only by a warm lamp. It was never even close to this level of clean when they weren’t dating. Viktor felt his chest stir and warm.

Jayce chuckled. “Don’t feel like wasting any time, is that it?”

“Eh, sorry, I don’t mean to—“

“No,” he interjected, “I’m not disagreeing. I…don’t wanna wait, either.”

Viktor’s taught frown softened into a hint of a smile. “Oh. Okay, then.”

Jayce took the back of his arm and pulled him close enough that they could feel each other’s breaths. “What should we do, then, hm?” Viktor blinked at him, frozen, unable to do anything but stare at the gentle smirk tugging on Jayce’s lips. The man kept leaning closer, slowly closing in, and whispered, “Because I have an idea or two.”

Was Viktor’s arousal that obvious? Apparently so. He swallowed hard and tested his voice. “I’m…ready.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “All yours.”

Jayce shifted his weight a little on his feet. “Careful. I like hearing that.”

Viktor nodded. He knew he had to be flaming red in the face by now, cheeks sweltering hot, but the more he thought about it the worse it got. All he could do was nod. And when he felt warm breath on his nose, all he could do was tilt his chin up and close his eyes.

Jayce slotted their lips together, plush and gentle. Not sure exactly where to put his hands, they landed on Jayce’s chest. It felt different to do this sober, not like the intoxicated fervor of the previous night. It was strange and fantastic, being so close to another body, sharing breath, completely in the moment and surging with affection. Viktor relaxed, gradually, jaw going slack and allowing more, heavier, hotter.

Viktor tugged on the front of Jayce’s shirt and he responded in kind by crowding him against the inside of the doorframe with a firm grasp on his waist. Oh, Viktor loved the sensation of hands on his waist. 

Jayce fiddled with the first button on Viktor’s shirt. “Can I take this off?”

Viktor swallowed his panic. He’d prepared for this part, taking his shirt off, but didn’t think Jayce would ask permission. He tried his best with an affirmative reply. “…okay.”

”Are you sure?” Jayce asked gently, without missing a beat. Fuck, okay, so the affirmative reply did not work. Viktor’s barely-kept facade crumbled.

”S-sorry. Just…I don’t…it’s kind of…”

Jayce silenced him with a kiss. “Hey, keep it on. You look cute.”

Viktor was torn between sobbing and dropping dead. He breathed out a boatload of tension from his chest.

Jayce drew him back in and kissed his forehead, then the high point of his cheekbone, then the sharp corner of his jaw. “I think you’re so sexy. Have I ever told you that?”

Viktor couldn’t stop the grin that split his face. “You might be the first.”

“Mm.” Jayce caught his lips again, pressing him even harder into the doorframe. Then he abruptly broke the kiss with a wet smack and dove for his neck instead. In between feverish little pecks, he said, “We need to take care of that, don’t we?”

Viktor felt sure that he was in over his head. Dumbly, he replied, “What do you have in mind?”

Jayce stepped back a little and stared at Viktor like he hung the fucking stars. “I wanna take you to bed. Please. If you want it too.”

It was all serious, genuine, in a way Viktor didn’t know what to do with. Words escaping him yet again, he nodded. Jayce led him into the warm, dim cave of his bedroom.

“So, what now?” Viktor asked, instantly flushing with embarrassment when he heard himself say it. Wasn’t this supposed to be the part where he falls dramatically and sexily onto the mattress? Or was Jayce supposed to do that? 

Jayce smiled wide. “What now? Whatever we want.”

“Right.” Why was he being so weird about this? He braced himself for the awkwardness.

But Jayce didn’t recoil at all, instead simply lowered himself onto the bed with his back against the headboard, then patted the space between his knees—“Come sit.”

Viktor hesitated. Stood with his big doe eyes staring at Jayce and his hands curled up over his sternum.

“What’s wrong?” Jayce asked, leaning over to smooth his palms down Viktor’s arms, “It’s okay if you changed your mind.”

The only reason Viktor allowed himself to be honest was the look in Jayce’s eyes, all sincere and devoted. “No, it’s okay, it’s just…” he gave up, huffing out a heavy sigh. “I’m nervous.”

Jayce gave a breathy laugh. “That’s okay. You’re okay, V. Come here.”

Jayce folded his legs and Viktor knelt on the bed facing him, letting the man take his hands and kiss across his knuckles. “I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid,” Viktor said, ”I…”

“Mmh, no,” Jayce hummed as he looked up into Viktor’s eyes, “There's nothing wrong. I can tell you what I want to do, would that help?”

Viktor scooted a little closer and nodded.

“So, you’re just gonna face away from me, lean on me, and I’ll touch you. Just with my hands, real gentle.” Jayce kept attending to Viktor’s hands as he talked. He turned them so he could kiss the sides of his wrists. “All you need to do is relax. I’ll do the rest.”

Viktor felt like his lungs had too much air, like he wanted to let it out in a sigh but he was stuck taking stuttering breaths. “What, eh…what about you?”

“Doesn’t matter. You come first, that’s my rule.”

“I see.” And after a heavy pause, Viktor added, “I don’t think I can…eh…do it…with a partner, though.”

“What do you mean?”

Viktor’s chest tightened. “No one’s been able to…”

Jayce stared and tilted his head to the side like a puppy, and Viktor could have cried.

”No one’s ever made me come, Jayce.”

This only made Jayce look more bewildered. “Oh. Well that’s, like, step one, in my book.”

”I don’t know, I…I think I’m in my head about it.”

“No, no, it’s not your fault. Never your fault.” Jayce beamed. “Will you let me show you? Please, let me.”

Viktor felt himself sinking a bit. He was going to be okay. He could do this. Or, that’s what he was repeating in his head. His gaze softened. It also helped that he loved the way Jayce had said I know what I’m doing. “You seem confident.”

Jayce’s smile turned somewhat mischievous. “I am.”

“And, your evidence? You just think you’re that good?”

“Hm. Since you asked…” Jayce surged forward and dropped a kiss on Viktor’s temple, then his cheekbone, then a long one on the lips. Viktor felt him smile as he whispered. “I know what feels good. I’m going to make you come. As many times as you want.”

“More than once? Please,” Viktor scoffed.

Jayce gasped in exaggerated offense. “Oh. You’re gonna eat your fucking words, V. This shit is down to a science.”

“A science, hm? Not an art?”

A cocksure chuckle. ”That, too.”

“So you’re prepared to prove yourself?” Viktor couldn’t stop himself from squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip, even though he knew Jayce would notice, that suave fucker. 

“Oh, Viktor.” Jayce let go of his hands in favor of cradling his head and kissing him properly. Deeply. Then he pulled back and brushed Viktor’s hair away from his face. “It’s all I wanna do.”

At this point he knew what his answer would be, but Viktor still made Jayce wait a long moment before saying with his whole heart, “Okay. Yes.”

Jayce’s eyes appeared star-crossed when he smiled even bigger. Viktor hesitantly let himself be turned around and nestled between Jayce’s legs with his head on Jayce’s bare chest. Not a bad place to be by any stretch of the imagination.

“Just trust me, okay? You have to relax,” said the sweet voice in his ear. He sank back into Jayce despite his resistance to give in. “Tell me if you wanna stop, or slow down, or anything. I won’t hurt you.”

Viktor held onto the words, because he knew they were true, and there was no point in believing otherwise. He won’t hurt you, he won’t hurt you, he won’t.

“Okay,” Viktor breathed. The dichotomy of desire and nerves was eating at him. He saw Jayce’s hands make their way to the clasp of his pants, saw the size and strength that he knew well, and grew needy. He could hardly wait for Jayce to pull the zipper down before he was lifting his hips and shoving his pants down and off his legs.

Jayce hovered his fingertips over the front of Viktor’s boxers. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yes,” he replied, surprising himself with the eagerness that came with it.

Jayce started with the pad of his middle finger on Viktor’s hip bone and slid it downwards, and eventually he was smoothing his whole hand between Viktor’s legs. Viktor found him bucking up into it, glad when he felt the fingers curling and pressing over his underwear at the dip of his pussy with his palm grinding Viktor’s clit.

The hand moved a little, firmly and rhythmically, and the muscles in Viktor’s stomach tensed and relaxed. He wanted the fingers to keep going, to press into him, wanted to feel skin on skin. The craving was raw and unfamiliar. 

“Still okay?”

Viktor breathed in deep through his nose. “Mm-hm.”

As if reading his mind, Jayce slid his hand up and teased the hem of Viktor’s briefs with his thumb. He whispered low in his ear. “Can I keep going?”

”Yes. Go on.”

”Yes, sir,” Jayce teased. He dipped his hand underneath the boxers and Viktor discovered himself overthinking about a lot of things at the same time. He didn’t ever shave, only trimmed his hair down short. Should he have shaved? Did Jayce think his testosterone-warped anatomy was weird? Would he find it odd how wet Viktor was, or be disappointed that he wasn’t slick enough, or something? Viktor didn’t know what was normal. Was it going to hurt? Fuck, he didn’t want to turn Jayce off by not being able to handle the pain.

A couple of gentle fingertips slid down, spreading him open. He felt Jayce’s palm on his swollen clit, grown into a t-dick from his years on hormone therapy. It was normal to him, a point of pride, even, but to someone else?

Jayce remarked, almost to himself, “Wow.”

Viktor’s legs tensed up. “Yeah, I…I know it’s strange, but, eh…”

“Oh, this?” Jayce pressed the pad of his finger right on the tip, drawing a hiss and a nervous nod from Viktor. “No, no, it’s not strange. It’s actually…really hot.”

“Really?” Viktor replied without thinking.

“Oh yeah, I mean…” Jayce began petting at the hood of Viktor’s clit in languid circles that caused Viktor’s fingers to curl and dig into Jayce’s thighs. “It’s usually my favorite part of a woman’s body, so the fact that a man has it is…fuck, I’m sorry, that’s probably weird to say. I just can’t believe this.”

“Believe what?”

Jayce sighed against Viktor’s neck, a hot, open-mouthed puff of air. “You feel so good, so fucking soft, I—I can’t believe I get to have this.”

“Oh.” Yep, that helped with the overthinking. Viktor focused on the touch and the voice.

Soon his boxers became stifling, so Viktor lifted his hips again so Jayce could slide them down, kicking and pushing until the fabric was discarded somewhere down the bed. The open air was shocking and he squeezed his legs together as a reflex. Jayce dipped his head down to kiss Viktor’s neck and paw at his thighs until he opened them again. Viktor closed his eyes, still unsure of if he was embarrassed or excited or overwhelmed—probably all three.

A pair of fingertips skimmed down the inside of his thigh and brushed his entrance, barely a touch, but soon pressed down a little heavier. The wetness collected on Jayce’s fingertips let them glide easily up between his lips and on either side of his clit.

Viktor swallowed the pool of spit on his tongue and sighed. “You…you‘re so good at this.”

He could feel Jayce’s cheeks tense against his neck with a smile. “Oh, I've barely started.”

The rush of warmth between Viktor’s legs gave away the pure and brilliant arousal resulting from those words. He shifted a little in Jayce’s lap, hips twisting until Jayce held him still. Irritated, he said, “Hurry up.”

By way of answering, Jayce slid his fingertips down and up again, spreading the lubrication everywhere until Viktor was rosy and glistening with it. Viktor sucked in a breath and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Relax, baby,” Jayce cooed, “Take a breath. Come on, it’ll make it better.”

To his credit, Viktor tried. He did something like a gasp and willed his muscles to relax. Jayce’s free hand found Viktor’s and squeezed it, stoking with his thumb, and that seemed to work.

As Viktor put more weight back into Jayce’s chest, sighing, Jayce kept gentle pressure with one finger and slipped in as Viktor allowed. It wasn’t nearly as unfamiliar as Viktor thought it would be, and soon he was able to take the digit in all the way.

“Let me in, baby, there you go,” Jayce whispered in that careful and super arousing tone that rattled Viktor to his core. It felt right, somehow. But then the bastard kept talking. “Oh, you’re so wet. Must be all pent up, hm?”

Viktor tossed his head side to side like he was drunk, a humiliating moan escaping him. Gods, he was going to explode, he was going to—

“I got you,” Jayce continued, right in his ear, “l can make it better. I can fix it.”

Viktor didn’t even try to muster up a reply. Jayce pumped his finger all the way in and back out and then slipped in a second. He went slow like Viktor wanted him to, or needed him to. A quiet moan left Viktor’s lips and Jayce leaned into it, getting down to the knuckles and curling his fingers in a very specific—

“Ah! What the fuck?” Viktor dug his nails into Jayce’s wrist. Now this was unfamiliar, the angle and the pressure so delicious and precise that it made him tense up again. This time he just squeezed around Jayce with something like a whine.

“Good?” Jayce said, all cocky, which made Viktor want to swing an elbow up into his face. Jayce angled his wrist so he could get that little bit deeper, and then let his palm finally press into Viktor’s clit. The movement made an obscene wet sound.

Viktor only squirmed harder, whining, pulling Jayce’s arm as hard as the man would allow. Jayce flexed and relaxed his hand, massaging him with a hooked grip on the inside and using his palm to circle a warm, heavy grind. Viktor threw his head back onto Jayce’s shoulder. 

Jayce didn’t try to shove as deep as he could have, didn’t speed that much, just kept up that firm and steady motion of flexing his fingers and grinding his whole hand back and forth. “Hey. Breathe.”

Viktor reluctantly let go of the pressure in his chest and blew out his air and oh god, it was true, it compounded the pleasure such that he was seizing up again. It took everything he had to keep his breaths in…out…in…and it started coming out as a moan on every exhale. He peeked downward at his spread thighs and the hand working in between them.

“Good, good…” Jayce mouthed at the underside of his jawline while touching him—somehow able to do both without losing focus, that suave motherfucker—

Jayce pulled out and circled the opening again, his fingers practically dripping, and it was nice. Then those fingers travelled up. Those fingers teased his clit. Barely flicked at it.

“Fuck!” Viktor gasped, unable to stop his body from squirming at the precise stimulation. “That…ah…”

Jayce rubbed languid circles over the head, all the while laughing casually. “What? You like it?”

Viktor huffed and it turned into a groan. “Oh, fuck you. This is…ngh…“ Everything in the world narrowed down to this touch, to the pleasure building and building.

“You know, I haven’t even done anything complicated. Whoever you’ve been with before must’ve been a real dummy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Viktor grumbled.

Jayce bit the pulse point below his ear. “Am I better?” Viktor scrunched his shoulders up and refused to answer. Jayce sped up a little and it made his whole body constrict and relax over and over again. “Come on, I wanna know.”

Viktor managed to say, “You jus’ want to hear me say it.”

Jayce chuckled. “Maybe I do.”

Viktor whined high and needy. He shifted his hips until Jayce got an angle and a pressure that was good, perfect… Then Jayce snaked his free hand under Viktor’s leg and hiked it up. Viktor let Jayce manipulate him like a doll, boneless and heavy.

It crept up on him. He squeezed Jayce’s arm again. “Ah! Holy shit, I might…”

He started to let himself anticipate a climax, because there were pinpricks of sensation that told him it was possible, and he couldn’t stop his mouth from falling open in a delirious ramble. “Fuck, Jayce—don’t stop—keep—fuck, keep going like that—“

“Yeah, I know, baby,” Jayce said with the ghost of an amused laugh, “I’m not gonna stop.”

Viktor choked in the open air. “Don’t—change anything—“

“I know. Go on, you can come. Breathe, remember? Nice and slow.”

Again Viktor thought, that suave motherfucker, and focused everything on those stupid breaths. His stomach rose and fell and suddenly it was all hurdling at him too fast. He still didn’t really believe it was happening until he was twitching and writhing with euphoria.

“There you go. Let it happen.” Jayce kissed his cheek and stroked him through it, heavy and expert motions. Viktor’s hole pulsed around nothing and he sobbed with both relief and need. Eventually Jayce pressed more of his hand on Viktor’s clit, palming at it and extending the orgasm so long, and then flicking with his fingertips, and Viktor thought might fucking pass out. It was the wildest sensation he’d ever experienced.

“Ahh! Fuck!” He closed his thighs and Jayce let him, petting his leg instead as Viktor rocked his hips and rode it out. It still didn’t stop. Little shocks of pleasure deep in his core. “Ahhh…oh, my fucking…Jayce. What the fuck just happened?”

“Baby, that was so good,” Jayce cooed, brushing his lips over Viktor’s trembling shoulder, “You did it.”

“I…did.” Viktor peeked up at Jayce and stared back at him with misty eyes. “You did.”

Jayce smiled and then his eyes went all dark and Viktor watched in awe as Jayce brought his wet hand up to his mouth and pressed two fingers to his tongue. He sucked them like it was a craving, a relief.

“Mmh.” Jayce’s tongue darted out over his lips and his smirk was way too smug for his own good while Viktor stared for several heartbeats. “I can’t believe I get to have you like this.” And after a heavy pause, a curious “What?”

Viktor closed his mouth into a scowl, glared, and then ground out, “You are so fucking insufferable.”

Wasting no time, Viktor rolled himself around and shoved his lips on Jayce’s in an imprecise and animalistic kiss, tasting himself. He grabbed Jayce’s biceps and curled his fingers as if they were claws, digging in and capturing his prey. This man. Viktor drank him in while clumsily settling on his lap and melting into the hands glued to his hips.

He felt stiff fabric between his legs and whined because Jayce was overdressed, and his hands flew to Jayce’s belt.

Jayce narrowly broke away to gasp, “You wanna keep going?” 

Viktor paused his unclasping, snapped back into a delicate and reserved focus. “Eh…yes. If that is alright.”

“Oh. Mi amor.” Jayce pushed Viktor’s hands away and took over, undoing the belt in one smooth motion and attacking the zipper. “I’m not done until you are. Come on, let me take these off.”

Viktor climbed halfway off. Jayce shoved both his pants and boxers down at once, writhing to get them off his legs. As he pulled the clothing off his ankles and threw it on the floor with his socks, Viktor was staring at one thing. He couldn’t help it.

“Ah. Finally. Those pants were tight.” Jayce gripped himself loosely and ran a thumb over his tip. It looked thick and heavy and made Viktor’s mouth water.

Viktor crawled back over his legs. “All of your pants are tight. It is supremely distracting.”

“Yeah. Fair.” Jayce laughed as he took Viktor’s waist again and pulled him in to straddle Jayce’s thick thighs. “Hey! My eyes are up here.”

Viktor huffed a short laugh before grabbing him by the jaw and kissing him senseless. 

As soon as Viktor let him breathe, Jayce was blurting out, “What do you wanna do, sweetheart?”

Viktor let his hips press forward so Jayce’s cock would slide against his sex. Satisfied with the heavy sigh that Jayce let out, he said, “Can we—eh, I want it…in…”

Jayce’s hands squeezed as if on a reflex. He swallowed. “Yeah. Yes. I want that, too.”

While Jayce reached over and ruffled around in his bedside table, Viktor ground his hips experimentally and let the head of Jayce’s dick nestle between his labia. He could probably sink down now, he thought, without help.

“Careful, baby, I’ve gotta put this on.” Jayce came back with a palm-sized foil packet. Viktor whined gratuitously and watched with simple interest as Jayce ripped it open and rolled a condom onto his length. It was another thing they hadn’t talked about, but Viktor wasn’t on birth control, so he conceded to himself that protection was the common sense choice.

After tossing the packet aside, Jayce mouthed at his neck, slow, as if he was being patient. Viktor suspected Jayce was waiting for him to relax, so he consciously released the muscles in his legs and stomach, squeezing his tension into Jayce’s thick shoulders instead.

There was an approving hum from the lips on his throat and the gentle sound of fabric swishing together as Viktor’s knees slid apart further on the sheets. He really wanted to sink down. And he almost did, before Jayce gripped his thighs.

Viktor must’ve had a look on his face, because Jayce asked, “Something wrong?”

Viktor quickly blinked and snapped out of his distraction. It was his shirt. He realized his upper body was hot and constricted. “No, I just,..” He touched the top button. “I think I want this off.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jayce smiled like he was trying not to look too excited. Viktor unbuttoned the shirt quickly and peeled the stiff, dark fabric off his skin, discarding it off the bed. He still wasn’t used to revealing his chest to anyone. Long, pink surgical scars ran from his sternum to armpit, flattened with time, still the same color as the small nipples they’d grafted back on. Viktor was embarrassed by the stretch marks on the top of his chest, but over the years those had faded as well.

To Viktor’s relief, Jayce didn’t touch or make any comments. Instead, he squeezed Viktor’s thighs and asked something else. “Is your leg okay like this, or do you wanna be on your back?”

“I would…” Viktor wanted to ride him but decided not to risk his joints. He also felt exposed and a little cold. “I would like to lay down, if that’s, eh, alright.”

“Of course.”

Viktor sprawled flat on the bed and almost fell off of the planet right there when Jayce’s hulking figure crawled on top of him and delivered a slow kiss. He wanted the weight to settle over his body and crush him forever.

“You look so nice,” Jayce murmured, eyes narrowing like it was a secret. He pushed himself upright, kneeling over Viktor, and bit his lip. “You’re such a pretty boy…don’t you agree?”

Overwhelmed by the gush of heat and wetness blooming between his legs all over again, Viktor looked off to the side, his gaze landing on the pile of clothes on the floor. He rested the back of his hand over his eyes in an effort to shield his blush from scrutiny. Jayce might have thought him uncomfortable or regretful if it wasn’t for Viktor very clearly rubbing his thighs together. His pussy was still blushing and sensitive from earlier and only getting more impatient.

“I think you’re wonderful.”

“Jayce,” Viktor had tried for a scolding tone, but ended up nothing but desperate. He shrank further into his hand.

Jayce did that little laugh again, the half-amused and half-condescending one that made Viktor want to punch him. He lowered back onto his hands and nudged the hand away from Viktor’s face with his nose. “Hey, don’t get shy on me, now.“

“Fuck you,” Viktor said with barely any conviction, before yanking Jayce down by his hair. Jayce hummed and matched his leisurely rhythm, sweeping his tongue into Viktor’s mouth when it opened against his. When Viktor’s legs moved again, opening and hitting the inside of Jayce’s thighs, he broke away.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” Viktor breathed. He meant it, too, red hot all over and eyeing Jayce with veritable impatience.

Jayce situated himself to kneel between Viktor’s legs. He grabbed a spare pillow and tapped Viktor’s hips so he’d lift up enough to slide it underneath. Then he guided both legs up and around his hips. Viktor blushed and pursed his lips at the amount he needed to spread his legs in order to accommodate Jayce’s bulk. His entire body was on display. He was also surprised to learn that he didn’t mind it at all.

“Is this okay?”

Viktor followed the way Jayce’s eyes tore away from his cunt and settled on his face. He wiggled around a little to get the pillow in a comfortable spot. “It’s good,” he confirmed.

Jayce pressed forward and rested the shaft of his cock against Viktor’s clit. Viktor stared intently, still pulsing around nothing and anticipating the feeling of Jayce sliding inside him. It seemed all too easy.

“What does it…what is it supposed to feel like?” Viktor asked, voice landing more shy than the sexy tone he’d been going for. It made Jayce fawn.

“Mm, well, on your end I can’t say exactly, but I’ve heard it’s…” Jayce held the base of his cock and guided the crown over Viktor’s throbbing clit in a slow grind that drew shaky sighs out of both of them. “—overwhelming.”

Viktor licked his lips. “Does it…hurt?”

“Ah, it can, yeah. I mean, it’s a lot bigger than my fingers, but…” Jayce dragged his fingertips down Viktor’s stomach, making him tense up and fight off the urge to laugh and thrash around. “You can take it.”

Viktor pressed the heel of his elevated foot into Jayce’s lower back. “I’m ready.”

“Good, okay,” Jayce said distractedly as he finally lined himself up. He made eye contact one more time to say, “If it hurts, or you wanna try a different position for your back, say something. I wanna take care of you.”

Viktor nodded and took fistfuls of the sheets beside him, bracing himself. Jayce started pushing and Viktor lost every bit of confidence he once had. It seemed impossible. The searing of friction pain was absent, thank the gods, but he still felt the burning stretch. It got worse and didn’t stop. He panicked.

“Ah! Wait-wait—“

Jayce froze in place. He was a few inches in at best. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m stopping, I’m stopping.” Jayce put his weight onto one elbow and carded his fingers through Viktor’s hair. When he let up on the pressure, the tension in Viktor’s cunt made him slip out entirely with a wet noise.

“It hurts,” Viktor whined. Distantly he was aware of just how pathetic he was being, openly admitting pain like this. Literally giving up and whining it out.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” Jayce murmured into his neck, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No!” Viktor replied faster than he could think, “ I want it, I want…I…”

“Sh-shh…” Jayce cooed, voice almost a whisper, ”It’s alright. Let’s slow down.”

Viktor hiccuped and nodded. 

“Here, this’ll help.” Jayce swiped a bottle of lube from the table. He rubbed some of it between his fingers before spreading it over Viktor’s pussy. The flesh was red-pink and swollen, now dripping onto the bed. The cold sensation of the clear jelly was strange but not unpleasant, in fact, somewhat soothing.

“You’re thinking too much. Come on, let it go. Let me make you feel good.”

Jayce’s thumb found Viktor’s clit. The words and the circling touch was the spitting image of a hypnotic routine, a kill switch for his brain He was literally baby-talking Viktor and pulling him into the tangled ropes of pleasure. The worst part was that it worked, and Viktor gradually let go of the poor crumpled sheets in favor of holding lightly onto Jayce’s arms.

Then a sentence many times more lust-inducing than it had a right to be. “Do you wanna come again before I get in you? Might help.”

Viktor wanted to say ’good luck with that’, but the exploding sensations in his clit were not in concurrence. It came out as, “Ah…M-maybe… It’s so…much, fuck—“

”Yeah, I know it’s a lot,” Jayce breathed, “I won’t push you.”

Viktor wanted it even more then, his shame notably dulling. He stared down his own body to the thick cock poised at his entrance. Jayce got the hint, starting to press into him again. When the callused digit right over the head of his clit sped up those tight circles, Viktor dropped his head back on the pillow and cried out. Suddenly the cock was slipping all the way inside in one flush movement.

“Ah!” Viktor yelped and went dizzy with the sensation of being filled all the way. “F-fuck! Fuck!”

Jayce groaned as he adjusted his grip on the thrashing pair of legs wrapped around his hips. “There we go, that’s it. You okay?”

Viktor was still twitching. “Y-y-yes, I…anghhh…”

“It’s a lot, huh?”

Why was that patronizing tone such a turn on? Viktor’s eyes watered. He nodded, because yes, it was a lot. It was remarkable, being carved into like this. It didn’t hurt anymore, either, another bewildering aspect of it all.

“Can I move, baby?” Jayce asked, a desperate edge creeping into his voice. “You feel so good. It’s making me go insane.”

Viktor’s cunt had been convulsing in all sorts of ways, trying to get used to it; no wonder Jayce was breathing so hard. “Ah, yes, gentle please…”

Jayce began a slow rocking of his whole body that brought himself shallowly out and back in, a punched-out noise sharp into Viktor’s shoulder. “Oh, you’re perfect, oh, you’re—ah, oh my god. So good.”

Viktor was blissed with the sensations coming in all at once—the heat, the stretch, the friction—that he was drunk and high at the same time, eyes barely open and limbs heavy as iron. It really was hot, too, a fever settling into his pussy and radiating everywhere else. At the same time his fingertips were cold, at least they felt cold against Jayce’s warm neck.

Jayce picked his head up so he could study Viktor’s reaction as he went deeper, picking up the speed little by little. Viktor made a noise of shock resembling a dry sob. Jayce asked quickly, “You okay?”

Viktor cried again, this time with tears welling up properly. “Fuck, yes, it’s so—“ he gasped. “Ohh. I don’t think I can t-take it much harder than this. I-I’m sorry—“

Jayce fawned. “Is it too much?”

“No. I can—hah—take it.”

“I know, baby. You’re doing good. I’ll fuck you just how you want.“

“I should fuck you next time, see you well you do,” Viktor groaned out.

Jayce’s smile only grew. “You should’ve said that earlier. Sounds so hot.”

Viktor was stunned all the way out of himself. He let the silence hang too long before saying, “What?”

“I’d let you fuck me, if you wanted.”

“…what? Really?”

Jayce kissed his neck, and Viktor could feel the grin against his jaw. “I don’t see why not.”

“Mmm…” Viktor couldn’t formulate a passable response, and was soon swept away once again by the heavy cock pumping into him. “Jayce—“

“Can I try something?” Jayce breathed, as if he had to pull himself together with stitches in order to make the request.

“Try what?” Viktor replied, intrigued.

“Just, put my hand right here, and…” Jayce settled a hand over Viktor’s lower belly. “Press down?”

“Eh, sure, but I don’t know what that—ah!” Viktor gasped and kicked his feet. “Ah! What the fuck? Jayce!” His exclamation devolved into laughter, delirious with how indescribable the feeling was, and Jayce chuckled along with him. His cock rubbed more firmly into the sensitive spot inside Viktor when the hand was pressing from the outside. Viktor’s head snapped back and jaw hinged wide open.

“Oh, baby, you’re…” Jayce’s voice faltered, every bit as wrecked as Viktor. “Ah, you’re so perfect. I can’t—fuck, I’m sorry, I’m gonna come.”

Viktor groaned loudly and didn’t form a response. He laid there and surrendered to the feeling of Jayce fucking him, deep but not punishing, not too fast. Oh, this is so good, he thought, and maybe he said that out loud, because Jayce started rubbing his clit again, making him whine. He took heaving breaths with soft noises on every exhale, grabbing a fistful of the sheets and holding on for dear life.

Jayce slowed his pace even more and whined into Viktor’s shoulder, clearly trying not to finish early. “Please, could you—are you gonna come? Can you do that for me, Vik?”

And oh god, the heat low in Viktor’s stomach was flaring even brighter. He choked out, “Y-yes, yes, almost, just a little…more…”

Jayce was barely moving inside him, but he was buried deep and grinding at a delicious angle. His hand sped up. “I need you to come, baby, please. I can’t—I c-can’t…”

Viktor felt powerful, and desirable, and so fucking hot like he never had before. Nothing compared to the feeling of Jayce begging and whining in his ear for him to come first. He gasped, a huge lungful, and spasmed on Jayce’s cock as the climax slammed into him like a truck. His body jerked violently and he cried out, a loud sound of relief.

“Fuck,” Jayce said with a broken sob. As the pleasure ebbed, he made a sound like a growl and snapped his hips forward. He pushed Viktor’s leg even further up, delivering quick and shallow strokes that prolonged the orgasm into oblivion. Viktor grabbed Jayce’s wrist where his hand was planted on the bed. He bore down, wondering if Jayce could feel it. 

“Haah…oh my god,” Jayce babbled, barely understandable through his panting. “That’s it, you feel so—oh fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck…”

Then Jayce got quiet, hips stuttering as he spilled inside Viktor. He bit Viktor’s shoulder and crushed him from above in a way that made him wince, not that Viktor minded all that much, given the desperation with which Jayce gave his last few thrusts. It was like he was giving all of himself, everything he could possibly do.

Finally, he slipped out and gave Viktor room to breathe again. Viktor stayed on his back like a starfish, catching his breath and not yet attempting to wipe the tears off his cheeks or the drool off his chin.

Jayce knelt on the bed and stared between Viktor’s legs for a moment too long, making him start to close them. Jayce made the most infuriating puppy face Viktor had ever seen and slowly but firmly pressed Viktor’s thighs wide open on the bed again. He lowered himself onto his front and rubbed his cheek on the front of Viktor’s hip.

Jayce moved his face slowly inward, as if trying not to be noticed. He planted hot kisses on Viktor’s inner thigh, higher and higher up. Viktor tried closing his legs but was decisively stopped.

“What are you doing?”

Eyes half closed, Jayce hummed, “Mmh, don’t mind me…just…cleaning you up…”

 Viktor blushed. “With your mouth?”

Jayce stopped with his lips almost touching Viktor’s pussy and looked up. “Is that okay?”

Viktor grimaced. “You don’t need to do that. I’m all…sticky, now, and you…”

“I’m asking ‘cause I want it, V.” Jayce held such an intense expression that Viktor couldn’t immediately tell he wasn’t joking.

He reddened furiously under the attention. “You want to…do it?”

“Well, yeah. I wanna see if you can come one more time. Call it an experiment.”

“I…don’t think I can.”

“Please? I…” Jayce’s gaze fell back down and up again, like he could barely hold himself back, a detail that Viktor did not know how to comprehend. “Please, just a few minutes, if it’s too much I’ll stop.”

”Are you sure?”

“I…” Jayce’s eyes went all big like he was about to cry. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek into the flesh just above the knee. “Yes. I love it.”

Viktor pictured Jayce’s mouth on him, imagining it would be soothing to the soreness that had been setting in. He craved it, though it terrified him to let someone taste his pussy—too many variables, too much room for error. His thighs tugged inward again, and Jayce gripped them harder.

Viktor hesitated another few moments, building up the courage, before eventually nodding.

Jayce perked up almost comically. He licked his lips and glanced up once before locking in on his prize. “Lay back, please? I wanna see you.”

Viktor eased himself down fully, boneless and flushed pink all over. His legs were pushed around into a comfortable position by huge hands that gripped his thighs like they wanted to bruise. When he felt something hot and wet he snapped his head up to look.

Jayce lapped up the center of Viktor’s seam and moaned like he got pleasure from it. He licked all over with a flat tongue, taking his time and puffing hot breath over Viktor’s sensitive skin. Viktor grabbed the sheets with barely enough energy to close his fists and force in a breath.

Jayce pulled the hood of Viktor’s t-dick back with his thumb, gently, and stared openly. “It’s…like a dick. Is that weird to say?” 

Viktor was still reeling from the experience of having a face right at his pussy, inspecting it. He swallowed and willed himself back into coherency. “…no. It’s not weird.”

“Good. Because…it’s so fucking hot. Makes me wanna blow you.” And Jayce put the whole thing in his mouth and closed his eyes. Viktor almost blacked out right there. Fuck, he looked so good. Viktor grabbed Jayce’s hair, tugging just enough to provide a light pressure. Jayce made an obscene noise and then started sucking.

And holy shit, it was fascinating to watch Jayce go from pleasantly buzzing to fully fucked out in a matter of minutes. As Viktor moaned out and twitched, Jayce would respond with a little affirmative hum without disconnecting his mouth, creating a stream of “mm-hm…mm-hm…mm-hm…” Viktor gave up on keeping himself sane. He let his head fall back and eyes flutter closed and his voice turn breathy and low.

“J-Jayce…” He got choked up and realized he was crying again. His face streamed with hot tears and he shook with sobs that got worse and worse the more he tried to keep them in. Jayce sucked at him harder as if encouraging the release.

A short reprieve came when Jayce pulled off to whisper, “You can do it, baby, let it out. One more.”

Viktor didn’t know if he meant crying or about cumming. Jayce circled his tongue firmly and quickly over Viktor’s swollen clit and the thighs on either side of his head squeezed. It only spurred the man on, only made him act drunker. Viktor’s whole body drew up little by little, eyes shut and shoulders to his ears and hands wound up in Jayce’s hair.

He felt Jayce’s long whine vibrate him and it was obvious what Jayce wanted to say, if it wasn’t for his mouth being busy: please.

Viktor didn’t know someone could be so into this. Jayce pushed his legs apart as wide as they could go and buried the whole lower half of his face in Viktor’s core, eyes closed and mouth moving, tongue and jaw working fast. The softness and warmth and wet of his mouth soothed the budding soreness in Viktor’s pussy. It was heaven.

As if following the command, Viktor was cumming, abdomen twitching and legs thrashing. Jayce’s grip on the meat of his thighs tightened. He cried loudly, overtaken by white heat and pushed to the brink. Jayce’s tongue eventually slowed, though it did not stop, lapping at his cock along with suction that made Viktor scream.

“Jayce,” Viktor breathed, “I…”

There was no indication he was going to stop.

“Jayce…J-Jayce—no more, please—” It took all his energy to pull Jayce’s hair, which seemed to snap the man out of his trance. Jayce pulled back and crawled up the bed like it killed him to do so. Viktor kept crying, a red face glistening with tears, spit, and sweat.

Viktor squeezed his legs closed and ground his thighs together, forcing out the last wracking sobs his body had to offer. 

“Sorry…got carried away…” Jayce’s hands were on him, on his legs and hips, helping soothe the residual waves of orgasm and overstimulation. “Sorry, baby, I know…”

Then Viktor relaxed, as in, he fully went limp, all his muscles slack and his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open as he sighed. His whole body felt warm and pleasant, gelatin in a way only possible after running a marathon. 

“That was so good, sweetheart…you did so good…” Jayce babbled with half-lidded eyes. “You okay? Anything hurt?”

Viktor considered his body and came back with a report. The usual pain was dulled and accompanied by a delicious heaviness and satiation. “I am…wonderful.”

“But does it hurt?” Jayce rubbed the side of Viktor’s leg, the one that had been pulled up. “Fuck, I should’ve flipped you over. But you looked so good.”

“It is a little sore, yes,” Viktor answered, ignoring the comment, “And it will be tomorrow, but…it is not bad.”

“I’m sorry.”

Viktor tugged him down and Jayce fell onto the bed with a thump. Jayce nudged his face under Viktor’s chin and rolled halfway onto him, one arm and one leg providing a sensation like a weighted blanket. Viktor scooped his arms around Jayce’s shoulders with one hand tangling itself in his hair and playing with it lazily.

”Don’t be sorry,” Viktor whispered, “That’s my job.”

“Mm, yeah? Then what’s mine?” Jayce’s voice slurred and rumbled.

“Making me…do that…three times in a row.”

Jayce put an open mouthed kiss on whatever hot skin his lips touched—Viktor’s temple. “Could be more.”

Viktor whined comically. “No, you beast, I am all out of steam.”

A little chuckle. “I did do my job, then.”

“Considering I have no idea what I’m doing, your performance was wildly impressive.”

Jayce got even quieter, his lips brushing the hairline behind Viktor’s ear. “And you were perfect. Thank you for trusting me.”