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Extremelyyyyyyy late but I had started working on this one as soon as I saw the prompt and I really like it so there we go
@t4tjayvikweek day 4 : hextoy
Jayce and Viktor test a new invention
NSFW / MINORS DNI
Ao3 link
Jayce put the grocery bags on the kitchen table with a sigh.
“Vik, I’m home.” Ryo greeted him with a meow. He filled her bowl with newly bought kibbles.
The flat seemed empty. He checked Viktor’s usual spot on the sofa, empty, their bedroom, empty as well. It was well past 6 pm, Viktor should not be working this late, maybe he didn't see the time pass because he was too absorbed by a project? It wouldn't be the first time.
He ended up in the workshop, and surely enough, Viktor was there. His headphones were snug on his ears, and he was bobbing his head along the rhythm of the music he was listening to.
Jayce smiled to himself and walked to Viktor, gently resting his hand on his shoulder to warn him of his presence without startling him.
Viktor took the headphones off and turned to grin at him.
“Hi. Sorry, I got caught up in a project.” Jayce looked at the bench, head tilted. “It’s not for work”, Viktor clarified. “I.. I’ve been working on this for a while, for us.” He took the prosthetic in his hands and handed it to Jayce.. He ran a thumb over the darker silicon tip, marvelling at how Viktor had matched every subtle nuance of his skin tone. Small veins were etched along its length, and the base flared softly to anchor against Jayce’s body. A small blue pearl, lodged at the base, was glowing softly.
Viktor watched Jayce’s face closely. “I added a micro-texture inside,” he said. “It should feel more… natural against you. And I embedded a tiny warming filament down the core—nothing too hot, just a gentle heat.” He tapped the side, where a thin slit held the filament’s connector. “It should connect to your nervous system, you’ll be able to feel everything. No need for a harness either.”
Jayce’s pulse flickered. “You thought of everything.” He held the prosthetic against his hip, imagining its weight and warmth before slipping the prosthetic under his waistband. The warmth spread almost instantly—like a pulse aligning with his own. He exhaled, adjusting it carefully.
“It feels… like it was always meant to be here,” he murmured.
Viktor’s smile was soft, affectionate. “Then we’ll call it phase one complete.” He rose, now facing Jayce.
They stood chest to chest beneath the flicker of bioluminescent tubes. Jayce cupped Viktor’s face. Viktor leaned in, brushing his lips over Jayce’s.
Their kiss deepened gently, unhurried. Viktor’s hand trailed down Jayce’s stomach, past his waistband and into his boxers, finding the curve of the prosthetic’s base. His hand wrapped around it. The warmth of his fingers was overwhelming. The sensation was new, unfamiliar, but it felt right. It felt natural.
“Vik…” He whispered against the other’s lips. Viktor was still working on stroking Jayce, the prosthetic rising, like an actual cock. Jayce could feel his blood rushing to his core. “Viktor.” He tried again, firmer this time. “Fuck. Bedroom.” The other man pulled back with a smirk.
“Phase two is complete, then.” He looked very pleased with himself. “Are you ready to move on to phase three, Jayce?” Jayce nodded enthusiastically. He gently picked Viktor up, careful not to be too rough with his bad leg and crossed the flat, eager to get him in his bed.
Clothes were soon discarded on the bedroom floor, and Jayce was lying on his back, pinned down by Viktor, who was very focused on trying to see if there were any defaults in his work, never mind that he was teasing Jayce mercilessly, squeezing and stroking his cock experimentally.
“Viktor…” The word came out like a whine and a prayer all at once.
“So it really is sensitive…” A smile spread on the paler man’s lips, seemingly happy with himself. “Do you feel a difference when I do this?” Without warning, he leaned down, taking Jayce in his mouth, not deep, barely more than his tip. Jayce’s whole body twitched, and his hands fused to Viktor’s hair. He pulled back. “Hmm.. You do. That’s great, it means it works correctly.” His tongue darted out of his lips, and he licked him from shaft to tip, lodging his tongue in the slit. Jayce felt the muscles of his thighs tensing. “It doesn't taste artificial either. Slightly more sour and saltier than you usually do, maybe.” Viktor sat back on his heels and quickly gathered his hair in a ponytail, using the rubber band that he kept on his wrist.
He laid on his stomach between Jayce’s legs, a small wince on his face as he unfolded his bad leg and took him in his mouth. His eyes were glued on Jayce’s face, as if cataloguing all of his reactions. Jayce had his own lower lip stuck between his teeth as he stared back at Viktor while his lover started bobbing his head. His hands were buried in Viktor’s head, just to guide him - even if apparently he didn't need it. After a few seconds, Viktor finally seemed satisfied with the data he gathered and relaxed into it. He closed his eyes and his eyebrows knitted together, now focusing more on the feeling of Jayce in his mouth, on his weight on his tongue, than anything else.
Jayce’s head fell back as Viktor’s tongue swirled on the sensitive tip of the prosthetic. A sound he didn't even know he was capable of escaped him, and he pushed Viktor’s head further, without even thinking. He felt his cock hit the back of his throat, but Viktor just kept going, throating him deeper.
He didn't even feel the orgasm coming. His whole body shook with the aftershock as Viktor pulled back with an exhausted smirk.
“So… I guess you liked it”
Jayce nodded with a chuckle, sprawled against the pillows, his chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths. Viktor shifted beside him, careful with his leg, and reached for the blanket to pull it over them both. The soft weight of it settled across Jayce’s body, cocooning them in warmth.
Viktor brushed damp hair from Jayce’s forehead, his touch gentle, almost clinical, as if checking for signs of strain. “You’re alright?” he asked, voice low but edged with concern.
Jayce caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “More than alright. You don’t need to worry so much.” His smile was tired but genuine.
Still, Viktor lingered, fingertips tracing Jayce’s pulse at his wrist, grounding himself in the steady rhythm. “I like to be sure,” he murmured.
Silence stretched comfortably between them. Jayce’s hand stroked Viktor’s back in slow circles, easing the tension from his muscles. Viktor exhaled, finally letting himself relax, his body melting into Jayce’s embrace.
“Phase four,” Jayce whispered with a grin. “Rest. Together.”
Viktor chuckled softly, eyes closing. “The most important phase of all.”
Jayce opened one of his eyes “Phase five after this nap tho? I wanna test a couple more things.”
Viktor’s smile warmed, lazy and content. “Ambitious…”
T4T Jayvik Week
Day 1 - Egg Cracking, Gender Exploration
Being transgender often comes with a complicated relationship with mirrors, but a lot of it can be good, too! It's where you find that first glimpse of yourself :)
I knowww I'm late asf but I went back to Uni two days ago and it's been KICKING MY ASS and if you know me, you know that I'm super perfectionist. Anyways cliché trope but I needed to get it out of my system.
@t4tjayvikweek day 1 : Experimentation (more like exploration.. Bear with me)
NSFW, Minors DNI !
College students AU ! 2,6K words
Ao3 link
Jayce wasn’t surprised Vi’s birthday had dissolved into beautiful chaos. Pizza boxes made a small fort on the coffee table, someone had downed half a bottle of vodka and left it spinning uselessly in the center of the circle, and laughter leaked down the hallway like music. When the bottle slowed and pointed at Jayce, Vi clapped.
“Seven minutes,” she announced.
“Jayce,” Jynx crowed, shoving him and Viktor toward the hallway closet with gleeful malice. “Science bros, closet edition.”
Viktor didn’t object. He moved with the same economy he used in the lab—measured, quiet—but there was a looseness at the edges of him tonight, the sort that traced his usually taut composure and softened it. They ducked into the closet and the door clicked shut. Coats brushed their shoulders; the space was narrow, but not impossibly so—enough room to stand close and breathe each other.
“So,” Jayce said, pressing his back to the wall. “Cosy.”
Viktor let out a short laugh. “Cosy,” he agreed. His voice had a rounder note to it tonight, the accent softened by a couple of drinks, not gone but gentled in a way that made his words warmer.
Jayce watched the small red stain at the corner of Viktor’s lip where vodka had collected. Viktor’s cheeks were flushed, not smashed—tipsy, the kind of pleasant, candid tipsiness that made him more immediate, less shielded. It fit with the way his fingers found Jayce’s hand and then stayed, like a tentative experiment that proved repeatable.
Their shoulders touched. The closet smelled of wool and old smoke and a faint undertone of motor oil—Vi’s coat, some forgotten mechanic jacket—and a hint of hot pizza from the party still clinging to Jayce. Those three things were enough; the rest of the world dropped away.
“Seven minutes,” Viktor repeated, quieter now, testing how the words landed between them.
Jayce’s pulse did something unfamiliar; he gave a small, helpless laugh that turned into a smile. “That’s a long time,” he said.
Viktor’s mouth curved. “Only if you count by panic,” he said. His thumb traced the back of Jayce’s hand with a slowness that read like a question.
For months, there had been small accumulations: shared late nights over faulty equipment, the easy trade of notes and coffees, the way Viktor always stayed to explain the messy bits of a failed experiment. Those things had settled between them in layers. Now there was pressure behind the quiet, like a held breath asking to be released.
"You smell like pizza," Viktor remarked, a phrase that dismantled their seriousness. A burst of laughter followed, melting away the last remnants of anxiousness. When they calmed down, Jayce gazed at Viktor and something in the air shifted. The look Viktor gave him made something in Jayce's ribcage move.
Viktor closed the gap before Jayce could. The first kiss was tentative, careful, as if they were both mapping a route through unfamiliar territory. Viktor cupped Jayce’s cheek with a hand that felt steady but nervous, he was shaking slightly, his thumb moved along the jaw in a slow, almost reverent line. Jayce answered by leaning in, letting his desire win over his self-consciousness.
When their mouths met for the second time, the kiss deepened with an effortless intensity. Viktor threaded his fingers through Jayce’s hair. Jayce’s hands had nowhere to go but Viktor’s hips, they immediately clasped around them, careful not to be too rough.
They had been close friends for years, since they first started their studies, and they had never talked about sex. Jayce and Vi had talked about it a lot, but Viktor... Just thinking of him with someone else made Jayce feel sick. Which wouldn't be a problem if it didn't mean that Jayce had no idea what Viktor liked. He sensed that Viktor wanted him in charge. Viktor's hands firmly rested on his shoulders and tangled in his hair. Still, he had no clue what Viktor truly liked. He had wondered of course. Late at night, when he kept tossing in his bed, knowing that the other was on the other side of the wall.
He had wondered if Viktor liked to top or if he preferred to be fucked. And if it was the latter, how? Did he like it gentle, slow or rough and fast? Or did he prefer non-penetrative sex? Would he want Jayce to suck him dry? Or would he be open to eating Jayce out? Oh, Jayce kept picturing those big, amber, eyes looking up at him as Viktor got to his kn-
“You okay?” Viktor asked against Jayce’s lips, his voice low and rough with nerves.
“Yeah,” Jayce said, and it was true in the simplest way a terrible, giddy truth could be. “I just—I don’t know how to do this with you.”
Viktor hummed. “Neither do I,” he admitted. “But we are both reasonably competent scientists. We can improvise.”
There were fumbling moments—hands unsure where to go, a laugh that turned into a breathy warning, the clumsy catching of teeth on a lower lip. They gave and received real-time direction: a soft, “Like that,” when something landed right, a low, “Tell me,” when doubt crept in.
Jayce thought of every imagined rival that had made his stomach flip and realized how useless those images were compared to this: Viktor stood here, whole and curious, needing the same permission and reassurance.
It all came to a halt when they heard someone bang on the closet door. Jinx's voice bursted through the wood. "Everything all right in here?"
As Viktor recoiled quickly, his pupils remained two deep, dark orbs. “I suppose we’ll pick this up where we left off at home, yes?” His tongue flicked out, dancing between his lips.
Jayce nodded. “Home sounds great.”
Viktor’s smile spread, brightening his eyes with a spark of mischief. He leaned in, kissing Jayce again—this time, softer, like a tender promise. They stepped out of the closet, looking like delightful disasters. Hair that was once neat now rebelled, springing in every direction. Their cheeks glowed a vivid red.
Vi smirked at Jayce and mouthed, “How was it?” as they rejoined the circle. Jayce flipped her off, his throat was too dry to say anything.
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They tumbled into the apartment, Jayce had barely had the time to close the door behind him before being pushed against it by Viktor. The second part of the evening had been long. So long. They hadn't wanted to be rude and just leave—and it would have given away the fact that something did in fact happen in the closet, even if it was quite obvious—but the wait had been unbearable for Jayce.
He tried to distract himself by chatting with Vi and Ekko while Viktor talked to Jinx. But every time he glanced at Viktor, he remembered how wet his boxers still were. Drinking was not an option. He needed to stay sober for what would happen when he and Viktor got to their flat. And Viktor seemed to be on the same page, Jayce didn't see him with anything other than a cup of soda in his hand.
The walk back had been equally agonizing. They had discussed their plans for the weekend, as if nothing had happened. Viktor, however, kept flexing his hand around his cane. He always did this when he was stressed.
But apparently, Viktor was sure about this, given the way he was pinning Jayce against their door.
His hand slid under Jayce’s shirt. The other hand held his hair, tilting his head just right. This way, he could kiss him deeply. His fingers explored the ridges of his abs, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband, tracing the alluring V-shape of his hips.
Jayce’s hands clutched Viktor’s shirt, pulling him closer, forcing their hips together. Viktor let out a hum against Jayce's lips.
"Jayce?" His voice was rough, every syllabe wrapped with his rich accent. "My leg is starting to protest."
"Wha-? Oh, yes. Of course. I.. Uh.." His mind felt like cotton. "Do you.. Uh.." He stammered out.
The other man pulled away and grabbed his cane. He headed straight for Jayce's bedroom. "Your bed is bigger," he explained. He hadn't even needed to look behind him to know that Jayce was following close behind.
He only turned back when he heard the soft click the door made as Jayce closed it. He sat on the bed, staring at Jayce.
"Can you help me take my brace off?" The request would sound gentle, almost innocent if it weren't for the look in his eyes. His head tilted slightly forward as he looked at Jayce through his lashes. Jayce felt like he could get drunk just from the whiskey color of Viktor's eyes.
The taller man nodded eagerly, sinking to his knees. He had unfastened Viktor's brace countless times, yet it had never felt like this. His fingers navigated the familiar straps, knowing precisely where to press—and where to tread lightly. This wasn't just instinct, it was muscle memory etched in his mind.
Once he pulled Viktor's leg free, he finally looked up at him.
Viktor's hand gently cradled his chin and jaw as he stared down at him.
Jayce's hands were still exploring Viktor's legs, slowly etching toward his crotch. As soon as Viktor gave a head tilt, he unfastened his pants' buttons. Before he could pull his pants off, Viktor spoke.
"Come here." The command was delivered in a tender murmur. And who was Jayce to refuse? He rose to his feet and let Viktor pull him onto the bed.
He was putty under Viktor's hands. He would have done absolutely anything the other man asked him to do without thinking twice.
Viktor laid down on the bed, pulling Jayce by the collar until he was hovering over him.
Their lips met again, Viktor's legs slowly wrapped around Jayce's waist. Jayce's mouth trailed down his neck, earning a soft whine and feeling nails rake his lower back as they lifted his shirt. He slipped his hand past Viktor's waistband. His fingers found Viktor's swollen clit quickly. He circled it, assessing the wetness there. He knew he was responsible for it, and the mere thought of having this effect on Viktor made him moan against the other man's throat. Viktor shifted and bent his good leg, slotting his knee between Jayce's thighs, and applied a light pressure to the man's crotch. The whole thing was messy, uncoordinated, but it all felt insanely good to Jayce. He raised his head from Viktor's throat. The dazed look in Viktor's eyes could have made him finish untouched.
He pulled away to take off his shirt. Viktor whined in protest as his hand slipped from his cunt. He was already sweaty, and his skin felt hot wherever Viktor touched him. And Viktor was a thorough man. There was barely an inch of skin on Jayce's upper body that Viktor hadn't explored by now.
Jayce gently pulled at the fabric of Viktor's shirt. In seconds, they were both naked. Jayce's lips were trailing down Viktor's throat again while his thigh was resting between Viktor's. He felt the sharp sting of Viktor's nails on his back as the man rutted against his leg. He was so wet that it glided easily.
Half-formed praises were muttered in Jayce's ears, often interrupted by harsh breaths and groans.
"Vik, can I eat you out? Please." Jayce didn't realize he was talking until he heard his own words resonate in his ears. Viktor's nail dug deeper into his shoulders. "I... Yes."
Jayce started to kiss his chest lower, planting kisses on his collarbone before moving on to the two faint scars under his pecs. He cataloged every twitch and oft sigh Viktor made under his lips.
Viktor ran his fingers through his hair, stroking the curls, he pulled lightly whenever Jayce's mouth found a sensitive spot on his skin.
A smirk stretched Jayce's lips when he looked up at Viktor. His eyes were half-lidded and his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Deliberately, Jayce let his tongue slip out of his mouth to trace down, oh so slowly, the trail of hair that joined Viktor's belly button to his core.
He gently placed Viktor's legs over his shoulders as he kissed his thighs for a bit before letting Viktor guide him, his hand still in his hair.
His tongue circles around Viktor’s hole before starting to fuck it, just the tip of it, just to feel how wet he is, how slippery it made his hole. Viktor’s hold in his hair tightens. He moves to Viktor’s clit. Testosterone made it swollen, way bigger than it originally was. And Jayce isnt complaining. He takes it in his mouth, burying his nose in his black pubic hair. His tongue starts tracing its underside until he feels Viktor’s hips buck under him.
Jayce’s hands tensed around Viktor’s thighs, burying his face deeper in his folds as he lets Viktor fucks his face. The noises they both make are obscene, mixed with the squealing of the bed, they reverberate against the thin walls of the room. They will probably receive complaints from their neighbours but at this moment, it didnt matter. All that mattered was the wetness that drenched Jayce’s face as Viktor’s legs clenched around his head.
He pulled back, a big smile on his lips and a string of saliva and Viktor’s fluid dripping from his chin. Jayce licked his lips, savouring the taste one last time before he had to go and clean his face. Viktor’s chest was still rising and falling quickly, his head thrown back against his pillow.
After a bit, Viktor seemed to have recovered. He lifted his head and stared back at Jayce, who had rested the side of his face against Viktor’s thigh.
“So…” He started, not really knowing where he was going. “What does that mean for us?”
Viktor paused for a second. “Well, I suppose it means that my room can turn into a lab now since we will share yours.” Jayce launched toward him “Wha- No! Jayce go wash your face, you're disgusting!”
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The next morning arrived with soft light filtering through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the tangled sheets and the floor strewn with discarded clothes and notebooks. Jayce stirred first, blinking at the ceiling before turning his head to find Viktor still asleep beside him.
Jayce smiled, he didn’t move, didn’t want to disturb the peace that had settled over them like a blanket. The apartment was silent except for the occasional hum of the radiator and the distant sounds of the city waking up. It was the kind of morning that felt like a held breath—gentle, suspended, no classes and no coursework to do.
Eventually, Viktor blinked awake, his eyes finding Jayce’s with a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Jayce reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Viktor’s forehead. “Morning,” he echoed. “You snore.”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “I do not.”
“You do,” Jayce said, grinning. “It’s very dignified. Like a tiny steam engine.”
Viktor groaned and buried his face in Jayce’s shoulder. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re stuck with me now,” Jayce replied, wrapping an arm around him.
They lay there for a while, letting the morning stretch around them. Eventually, Viktor sat up, rubbing his eyes. “We should get breakfast. And maybe figure out how to tell the others before they start a betting pool.”
I knowww I'm late asf but I went back to Uni two days ago and it's been KICKING MY ASS and if you know me, you know that I'm super perfectionist. Anyways cliché trope but I needed to get it out of my system.
@t4tjayvikweek day 1 : Experimentation (more like exploration.. Bear with me)
NSFW, Minors DNI !
College students AU ! 2,6K words
Ao3 link
Jayce wasn’t surprised Vi’s birthday had dissolved into beautiful chaos. Pizza boxes made a small fort on the coffee table, someone had downed half a bottle of vodka and left it spinning uselessly in the center of the circle, and laughter leaked down the hallway like music. When the bottle slowed and pointed at Jayce, Vi clapped.
“Seven minutes,” she announced.
“Jayce,” Jynx crowed, shoving him and Viktor toward the hallway closet with gleeful malice. “Science bros, closet edition.”
Viktor didn’t object. He moved with the same economy he used in the lab—measured, quiet—but there was a looseness at the edges of him tonight, the sort that traced his usually taut composure and softened it. They ducked into the closet and the door clicked shut. Coats brushed their shoulders; the space was narrow, but not impossibly so—enough room to stand close and breathe each other.
“So,” Jayce said, pressing his back to the wall. “Cosy.”
Viktor let out a short laugh. “Cosy,” he agreed. His voice had a rounder note to it tonight, the accent softened by a couple of drinks, not gone but gentled in a way that made his words warmer.
Jayce watched the small red stain at the corner of Viktor’s lip where vodka had collected. Viktor’s cheeks were flushed, not smashed—tipsy, the kind of pleasant, candid tipsiness that made him more immediate, less shielded. It fit with the way his fingers found Jayce’s hand and then stayed, like a tentative experiment that proved repeatable.
Their shoulders touched. The closet smelled of wool and old smoke and a faint undertone of motor oil—Vi’s coat, some forgotten mechanic jacket—and a hint of hot pizza from the party still clinging to Jayce. Those three things were enough; the rest of the world dropped away.
“Seven minutes,” Viktor repeated, quieter now, testing how the words landed between them.
Jayce’s pulse did something unfamiliar; he gave a small, helpless laugh that turned into a smile. “That’s a long time,” he said.
Viktor’s mouth curved. “Only if you count by panic,” he said. His thumb traced the back of Jayce’s hand with a slowness that read like a question.
For months, there had been small accumulations: shared late nights over faulty equipment, the easy trade of notes and coffees, the way Viktor always stayed to explain the messy bits of a failed experiment. Those things had settled between them in layers. Now there was pressure behind the quiet, like a held breath asking to be released.
"You smell like pizza," Viktor remarked, a phrase that dismantled their seriousness. A burst of laughter followed, melting away the last remnants of anxiousness. When they calmed down, Jayce gazed at Viktor and something in the air shifted. The look Viktor gave him made something in Jayce's ribcage move.
Viktor closed the gap before Jayce could. The first kiss was tentative, careful, as if they were both mapping a route through unfamiliar territory. Viktor cupped Jayce’s cheek with a hand that felt steady but nervous, he was shaking slightly, his thumb moved along the jaw in a slow, almost reverent line. Jayce answered by leaning in, letting his desire win over his self-consciousness.
When their mouths met for the second time, the kiss deepened with an effortless intensity. Viktor threaded his fingers through Jayce’s hair. Jayce’s hands had nowhere to go but Viktor’s hips, they immediately clasped around them, careful not to be too rough.
They had been close friends for years, since they first started their studies, and they had never talked about sex. Jayce and Vi had talked about it a lot, but Viktor... Just thinking of him with someone else made Jayce feel sick. Which wouldn't be a problem if it didn't mean that Jayce had no idea what Viktor liked. He sensed that Viktor wanted him in charge. Viktor's hands firmly rested on his shoulders and tangled in his hair. Still, he had no clue what Viktor truly liked. He had wondered of course. Late at night, when he kept tossing in his bed, knowing that the other was on the other side of the wall.
He had wondered if Viktor liked to top or if he preferred to be fucked. And if it was the latter, how? Did he like it gentle, slow or rough and fast? Or did he prefer non-penetrative sex? Would he want Jayce to suck him dry? Or would he be open to eating Jayce out? Oh, Jayce kept picturing those big, amber, eyes looking up at him as Viktor got to his kn-
“You okay?” Viktor asked against Jayce’s lips, his voice low and rough with nerves.
“Yeah,” Jayce said, and it was true in the simplest way a terrible, giddy truth could be. “I just—I don’t know how to do this with you.”
Viktor hummed. “Neither do I,” he admitted. “But we are both reasonably competent scientists. We can improvise.”
There were fumbling moments—hands unsure where to go, a laugh that turned into a breathy warning, the clumsy catching of teeth on a lower lip. They gave and received real-time direction: a soft, “Like that,” when something landed right, a low, “Tell me,” when doubt crept in.
Jayce thought of every imagined rival that had made his stomach flip and realized how useless those images were compared to this: Viktor stood here, whole and curious, needing the same permission and reassurance.
It all came to a halt when they heard someone bang on the closet door. Jinx's voice bursted through the wood. "Everything all right in here?"
As Viktor recoiled quickly, his pupils remained two deep, dark orbs. “I suppose we’ll pick this up where we left off at home, yes?” His tongue flicked out, dancing between his lips.
Jayce nodded. “Home sounds great.”
Viktor’s smile spread, brightening his eyes with a spark of mischief. He leaned in, kissing Jayce again—this time, softer, like a tender promise. They stepped out of the closet, looking like delightful disasters. Hair that was once neat now rebelled, springing in every direction. Their cheeks glowed a vivid red.
Vi smirked at Jayce and mouthed, “How was it?” as they rejoined the circle. Jayce flipped her off, his throat was too dry to say anything.
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They tumbled into the apartment, Jayce had barely had the time to close the door behind him before being pushed against it by Viktor. The second part of the evening had been long. So long. They hadn't wanted to be rude and just leave—and it would have given away the fact that something did in fact happen in the closet, even if it was quite obvious—but the wait had been unbearable for Jayce.
He tried to distract himself by chatting with Vi and Ekko while Viktor talked to Jinx. But every time he glanced at Viktor, he remembered how wet his boxers still were. Drinking was not an option. He needed to stay sober for what would happen when he and Viktor got to their flat. And Viktor seemed to be on the same page, Jayce didn't see him with anything other than a cup of soda in his hand.
The walk back had been equally agonizing. They had discussed their plans for the weekend, as if nothing had happened. Viktor, however, kept flexing his hand around his cane. He always did this when he was stressed.
But apparently, Viktor was sure about this, given the way he was pinning Jayce against their door.
His hand slid under Jayce’s shirt. The other hand held his hair, tilting his head just right. This way, he could kiss him deeply. His fingers explored the ridges of his abs, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband, tracing the alluring V-shape of his hips.
Jayce’s hands clutched Viktor’s shirt, pulling him closer, forcing their hips together. Viktor let out a hum against Jayce's lips.
"Jayce?" His voice was rough, every syllabe wrapped with his rich accent. "My leg is starting to protest."
"Wha-? Oh, yes. Of course. I.. Uh.." His mind felt like cotton. "Do you.. Uh.." He stammered out.
The other man pulled away and grabbed his cane. He headed straight for Jayce's bedroom. "Your bed is bigger," he explained. He hadn't even needed to look behind him to know that Jayce was following close behind.
He only turned back when he heard the soft click the door made as Jayce closed it. He sat on the bed, staring at Jayce.
"Can you help me take my brace off?" The request would sound gentle, almost innocent if it weren't for the look in his eyes. His head tilted slightly forward as he looked at Jayce through his lashes. Jayce felt like he could get drunk just from the whiskey color of Viktor's eyes.
The taller man nodded eagerly, sinking to his knees. He had unfastened Viktor's brace countless times, yet it had never felt like this. His fingers navigated the familiar straps, knowing precisely where to press—and where to tread lightly. This wasn't just instinct, it was muscle memory etched in his mind.
Once he pulled Viktor's leg free, he finally looked up at him.
Viktor's hand gently cradled his chin and jaw as he stared down at him.
Jayce's hands were still exploring Viktor's legs, slowly etching toward his crotch. As soon as Viktor gave a head tilt, he unfastened his pants' buttons. Before he could pull his pants off, Viktor spoke.
"Come here." The command was delivered in a tender murmur. And who was Jayce to refuse? He rose to his feet and let Viktor pull him onto the bed.
He was putty under Viktor's hands. He would have done absolutely anything the other man asked him to do without thinking twice.
Viktor laid down on the bed, pulling Jayce by the collar until he was hovering over him.
Their lips met again, Viktor's legs slowly wrapped around Jayce's waist. Jayce's mouth trailed down his neck, earning a soft whine and feeling nails rake his lower back as they lifted his shirt. He slipped his hand past Viktor's waistband. His fingers found Viktor's swollen clit quickly. He circled it, assessing the wetness there. He knew he was responsible for it, and the mere thought of having this effect on Viktor made him moan against the other man's throat. Viktor shifted and bent his good leg, slotting his knee between Jayce's thighs, and applied a light pressure to the man's crotch. The whole thing was messy, uncoordinated, but it all felt insanely good to Jayce. He raised his head from Viktor's throat. The dazed look in Viktor's eyes could have made him finish untouched.
He pulled away to take off his shirt. Viktor whined in protest as his hand slipped from his cunt. He was already sweaty, and his skin felt hot wherever Viktor touched him. And Viktor was a thorough man. There was barely an inch of skin on Jayce's upper body that Viktor hadn't explored by now.
Jayce gently pulled at the fabric of Viktor's shirt. In seconds, they were both naked. Jayce's lips were trailing down Viktor's throat again while his thigh was resting between Viktor's. He felt the sharp sting of Viktor's nails on his back as the man rutted against his leg. He was so wet that it glided easily.
Half-formed praises were muttered in Jayce's ears, often interrupted by harsh breaths and groans.
"Vik, can I eat you out? Please." Jayce didn't realize he was talking until he heard his own words resonate in his ears. Viktor's nail dug deeper into his shoulders. "I... Yes."
Jayce started to kiss his chest lower, planting kisses on his collarbone before moving on to the two faint scars under his pecs. He cataloged every twitch and oft sigh Viktor made under his lips.
Viktor ran his fingers through his hair, stroking the curls, he pulled lightly whenever Jayce's mouth found a sensitive spot on his skin.
A smirk stretched Jayce's lips when he looked up at Viktor. His eyes were half-lidded and his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Deliberately, Jayce let his tongue slip out of his mouth to trace down, oh so slowly, the trail of hair that joined Viktor's belly button to his core.
He gently placed Viktor's legs over his shoulders as he kissed his thighs for a bit before letting Viktor guide him, his hand still in his hair.
His tongue circles around Viktor’s hole before starting to fuck it, just the tip of it, just to feel how wet he is, how slippery it made his hole. Viktor’s hold in his hair tightens. He moves to Viktor’s clit. Testosterone made it swollen, way bigger than it originally was. And Jayce isnt complaining. He takes it in his mouth, burying his nose in his black pubic hair. His tongue starts tracing its underside until he feels Viktor’s hips buck under him.
Jayce’s hands tensed around Viktor’s thighs, burying his face deeper in his folds as he lets Viktor fucks his face. The noises they both make are obscene, mixed with the squealing of the bed, they reverberate against the thin walls of the room. They will probably receive complaints from their neighbours but at this moment, it didnt matter. All that mattered was the wetness that drenched Jayce’s face as Viktor’s legs clenched around his head.
He pulled back, a big smile on his lips and a string of saliva and Viktor’s fluid dripping from his chin. Jayce licked his lips, savouring the taste one last time before he had to go and clean his face. Viktor’s chest was still rising and falling quickly, his head thrown back against his pillow.
After a bit, Viktor seemed to have recovered. He lifted his head and stared back at Jayce, who had rested the side of his face against Viktor’s thigh.
“So…” He started, not really knowing where he was going. “What does that mean for us?”
Viktor paused for a second. “Well, I suppose it means that my room can turn into a lab now since we will share yours.” Jayce launched toward him “Wha- No! Jayce go wash your face, you're disgusting!”
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The next morning arrived with soft light filtering through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the tangled sheets and the floor strewn with discarded clothes and notebooks. Jayce stirred first, blinking at the ceiling before turning his head to find Viktor still asleep beside him.
Jayce smiled, he didn’t move, didn’t want to disturb the peace that had settled over them like a blanket. The apartment was silent except for the occasional hum of the radiator and the distant sounds of the city waking up. It was the kind of morning that felt like a held breath—gentle, suspended, no classes and no coursework to do.
Eventually, Viktor blinked awake, his eyes finding Jayce’s with a sleepy smile. “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Jayce reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Viktor’s forehead. “Morning,” he echoed. “You snore.”
Viktor raised an eyebrow. “I do not.”
“You do,” Jayce said, grinning. “It’s very dignified. Like a tiny steam engine.”
Viktor groaned and buried his face in Jayce’s shoulder. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re stuck with me now,” Jayce replied, wrapping an arm around him.
They lay there for a while, letting the morning stretch around them. Eventually, Viktor sat up, rubbing his eyes. “We should get breakfast. And maybe figure out how to tell the others before they start a betting pool.”
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