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Long hours hunched in a stiff and awkward position often led to the various screws and bolts of Viktor’s well-crafted brace to lock into place. It would trap him in the confinements of his own horrible working habits, which then forced him to just stay put for long stretches.

The only solution to the imprisonment were routine inspections of the various braces pressed to his body. He would have to sit down on a stool with his shirt stripped from body, exposing his pale flesh to the only person he trusted to see him so vulnerable.

So exposed, so barren.

So humiliating.

Jayce walked into the lab carrying a few new documents from their vendors, as well as a warm pair of drinks for him and Viktor to share. He was practically giddy when he used his hips to push the large doors of their workshop open. Thoughts of getting to keep his partner stationary and at his disposal looped in his head, remembering the impulses and urges that would surface during their monthly check-ins.

He was almost so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Viktor was already on his regular stool, his vest neatly removed and folded on the desk in front. The Undercity citizen had a book in his hand as he seemed stuck in a crooked arch forward, resembling a perched bird with how his free hand gripped the edge of the seat.

The first thing Jayce noticed was how horrible that posture was for his partner. The second thing he realized was how none of the lights were turned on.

“You’re going to ruin your eyes if you read in the dark,” Jayce warned in a teasing tone as he moved over to the desk, placing the steaming drinks down and passing a side eye glance to peek at whatever had Viktor so absorbed.

Viktor hummed in response, not even looking up to acknowledge his other half. It ruffled Jayce’s feathers a bit, but he let it slide as he went to put away the miscellaneous documents and settle in. He let his jacket slip off of his body, undoing his vest to get a bit more comfortable himself.

Jayce began to go through the mental checklist of the things he needed for the adjustments. There wasn't much in the way of preparations, just rolling up his sleeves, taking off his gemstone cuff, and grabbing the small tool kit designated for this specific task.

It took only a few minutes, but he was expecting Viktor to be perked up by the time he returned to his side. All he found was the other man deep in thought with his brows pinched together.

“Not even going to greet me?” Jayce sighed as he approached from behind, reaching to give his partner’s shoulders a firm rub. He squeezed and kneaded at the shallow muscles that sunk against the frail bones, earning only half a noise from his partner.

“You’re late,” Viktor finally responded, not taking his eyes off the wall of text laid on the pages before him.

Jayce let out a soft sigh of frustration at the childish response, stopping his massage while his fingers were lightly pinching the other man’s shirt and shoulders. “Maybe vendor meetings would go faster if it wasn’t just me doing all the talking,” Jayce seethed out.

“Right,” Viktor mumbled, making a show of licking the tips of two of fingers before turning the page. “Still late.”

“Alright, I’m not arguing with you,” Jayce sighed, putting his hands up in defeat, even though his partner wasn’t looking at him.

“Or the clock,” Viktor added back, fighting the smallest little smirk tugging at the corner of his pale lips.

The comment made the younger scientist tense, debating briefly about making an equally childish expression at Viktor.

“Come on, take off your shirt,” Jayce submitted as he moved around the stool, gripping the top of the book before yanking it from Viktor’s hand. It was a quick movement, faster than the tired and drained man could process quick enough to stop.

“Please don’t lose my place,” Viktor huffed, even as he watched his friend pick up a piece of paper to slip between the pages.

Jayce placed the book on the desk next to Viktor's vest, turning back to look at the other man with a slightly smug expression. He made an up and down motion with his hand, giving his partner a slight nod to urge him to get started.

With an eye roll and growing smirk, Viktor began to lift his head to better address his companion, silently exchanging stares. Golden eyes blinked back with a hint of mischievousness and pettiness that blended so well with the cat-like smile on his lips.

Viktor lifted his hands from their rested positions on his thighs, slowly starting to pop each of his shirt buttons from their holes. He made sure to make it a painfully teasing process for Jayce, dragging out the whole ordeal as some sort of punishment.

“I know you’re no fan of this, V, but I promise-- this time, this time , I’ll make it enjoyable,” Jayce swore, his voice genuine as he desperately looked for any peek of his lover’s pale skin.

Viktor paused at the sincerity that vibrated in Jayce’s voice, his eyes scanning the man’s face for signs of deception. His small smirk dropped when he noted the seriousness, the tender expression that replaced the normally confident mask his other half wore. 

Jayce reached out and let his hands lay over Viktor’s, sharing his warmth happily. He then leaned in a bit more, dangerously close to those kissable, chapped lips he loved so much.

“Fine, ‘Man of Progress’, I’ll hold you to it,” Viktor agreed as he tilted his head upwards, making sure that he didn't lose eye contact while Jayce took over working at his buttons.

Each pop of freedom brought a breeze of chill air that grazed over his stuffy, clammy skin, all until Jayce had managed to pull his favorite striped shirt completely clean off. The man didn’t even bother to fold it, just throwing it on top of the vest before admiring the body in front of him.

Far from flawless, yet entirely his.

Jayce moved his greedy eyes from the older man’s structure only to look at his set of tools needed to get started.

“Front or back?” Jayce asked as his hand hovered over two wrenches.

“Are we really doing a full adjustment? I think you could just pull the straps this month,” Viktor pouted as he saw how in depth the other man was willing to be.

“Yes, we’re doing a full re-adjustment, Viktor. Now am I doing your front or back first?” Jayce asked, letting his calloused fingers brush over the textured handles of his tools.

A moment of silence passed between them before Viktor sighed in defeat, attempting to lean back before he was stopped. That was all Jayce needed for an answer, convincing him to pick up a specific tool before going around the stool.

“Was that so hard?” Jayce asked as he got out of Viktor’s line of sight.

“I didn’t choose,” Viktor mumbled.

“You didn’t have to, it’s obvious which part of your brace is already locked up. This is why I told you we should do it more than once a month,” Jayce softly scolded.

“It’s fine,” Viktor argued as he felt Jayce stabilize his hips with one hand. The warmth spread across his exposed skin like a wave of sun rays, melting him and simultaneously making him shiver.

The spit in Viktor’s mouth dried up as he felt the heat spread from his boney sides, seeping down to the slight plushness of his thighs. The sensation wasn’t foreign, but still something he felt was intentional.

Each added point of pressure would cause Viktor’s thighs to twitch, and whenever Jayce would move his palm it would make Viktor’s toes curl ever so slightly in his shoes. At first he thought he might have just been some touch-deprived pervert, that he was just hallucinating the slow circles the other man rubbed.

Jayce paused from the presses to finish up loosening the proper bolts, and tightening the ones that were getting too loose. Viktor breathed in time to the sound of metal scraping against metal, the bolts twisting slowly each time Jayce would turn the screwdriver.

The sound and sensations were relaxing, like an itch that Viktor could never reach was finally getting scratched. It caused him to almost melt into the confines around his torso, his eyes fluttering shut as he let his guard down so his lab partner could finish looking over his back.

But then Jayce began to pull on the velcro straps that were on either side of his brace. This was something that was rarely done, but it made Viktor’s eyes snap open as the brace was clamped tighter around his ribs.

“Jay--” Viktor nearly squeaked out, turning his head to the side to peer over his shoulder to see Jayce was almost in a trance-like state as he had the opposite straps in either hand.

“Did it hurt?” the larger man asked when he realized he had caused his friend to be disturbed, looking sheepish as he tightly wrapped one strap over the other.

“Just caught me off guard,” Viktor admitted as Jayce finished making sure everything looked fine from behind. He made a mumbling noise to himself as he tried to push back the excitement that simmered under his touches.

When the larger man didn’t immediately go around to start working on the front of Viktor’s brace, a sense of suspense lingered in the air. A thick pause languished between them as Jayce hesitated where he couldn’t be spotted.

“What next-” Viktor began to say, but was cut off when a pair of warm wet lips pressed to the back of his neck. His shoulders tensed up like a spooked cat, even though it was just Jayce mouthing tenderly at his flesh.

Those soft, pouty, pillowy lips moved slowly down from his hairline to his protruding vertebrae. Jayce’s teeth would occasionally graze across his skin, which sent noticeable shivers of excitement and stimulation through Viktor’s body.

Jayce only stopped when his mouth got to the first bolt that was surgically placed in Viktor’s spine. He then brought his hands up, massaging the muscles around the area in broad, sensual circles.

It was hot , literally heating up Viktor’s naturally cold body as Jayce touched what parts of his skin were left exposed.

“I’m sorry I was late,” Jayce apologized in a soft voice, his lips still hovering along the curve of Viktor’s neck.

The soft pout and whine hinted by his voice just made Viktor suspect that his partner was giving him the most pathetic look possible. Jayce hated it when he was in any way cross with him, so he tended to over compensate to get back into Viktor’s good graces.

Well, Viktor wasn’t going to let Jayce off the hook so easily.

Jayce must have caught the hint, since he didn't receive any praise or reassurance, just silence. It was a pang that echoed in his head, causing him to drop his hands slowly back down to grip the sides of Viktor’s hips. He repeated his gentle rubbing with his palm and fingertips, pressing into the little bit of fat that was there.

Even though Viktor wasn’t praising or melting for Jayce, he wasn’t rejecting him or pushing him away. This was enough evidence for him to convince himself to push further with his mix of brace adjustments and soothing touches.

Jayce slowly moved his body around the stool so that he stood in front of Viktor, looking down at the man. Both were trying to keep a stern expression through their unspoken staring contest.

It was a tense few seconds as Jayce continued to expertly realign the various bolts and straps of Viktor’s brace, all while keeping eye contact. Each little click made the standing man lean in a bit closer and closer, which did not go unnoticed.

“You’re so handsome,” Jayce broke the silence, which made Viktor scoff and look away. Compliments were not something the older man was used to taking, so hearing them usually made him flustered.

Jayce smirked as he saw how easy it was to break the smug expression on Viktor’s face. He knew tonight would be the perfect time to enact his urges and desires, all while getting one up on the other man.

“You are, and you look so kissable like this,” Jayce added, taking one of Viktor’s hands into his own before starting to pepper his way up the man’s arm with a trail of kisses.

He made sure to peck each digit, each knuckle, breathing warmly on his skin all while going up his forearm and past the bend of his elbow. Jayce cradled Viktor’s arm like it was the most priceless and breakable artifact possible. Taking his time to cherish each second, each kiss, and each taste he got, he made a conscious effort to plant a kiss on each one of Viktor’s stray moles that he passed.

The slight saltiness of Viktor’s skin tickled at his lips as he passed his upper arm, taking a moment to spoil the bony, exposed shoulder. Jayce looked to see what his partner was doing, spotting the obvious blush that was nearly hidden by the lack of light in their lab.

A soft, panting gasp left Viktor’s lips when Jayce lifted his arm completely over his head, standing straight up. The larger man took that moment to adjust a few of the bolts along the side of the brace, as well as press on the fabric sections of the contraptions to feel the man underneath.

Jayce turned his attention again to the man’s skin, sparing a few innocent pecks near the delicate flesh of Viktor’s armpit. He made a soft hum into the man’s exposed skin before laying a trail of kisses along his collar bone.

With a bit of emboldened confidence, Jayce allowed himself to follow Viktor’s visible veins with even more tender kisses. He then gave him one long lick to drive home his clear message: he fully intended to savor the flavor of the other man.

“You taste amazing,” Jayce continued to praise, lowering Viktor’s arm for him before placing one of his hands back on the man’s hips to keep him from falling.

“Jayce–” Viktor managed to pant out as Jayce honed in closer to the dip of his neck. His hot breath pushed upwards against the goosebumps there, and upon hearing his name mentioned so cutely, Jayce perked up like an eager pup. His hazel eyes went wide as he turned to see Viktor awkwardly chewing on his bottom lip to stifle any more noises.

Jayce used his other free hand to start rubbing Viktor’s trembling thigh in those same slow, broad circles. He stayed on the upper part of his thigh, though would trail his palm and fingertips lower to periodically tease the softer inner parts.

While his eyes were locked onto Viktor’s face, he could feel the shifting of the man’s legs as he tried to stay comfortable on the stool. The smaller man almost nudged himself into Jayce’s hands like a cat wanting attention, begging for affection without actually asking for it. All Jayce needed to do was give his partner one more push, and then all his stubbornness would crumble away in the face of pleasure.

Jayce tilted his head to the side, kissing on Viktor’s neck a few times. He moved his head up and down before centering himself into the developed crook he often liked to nuzzle into. He made sure to mostly just offer tender kisses and pecks, but sprinkled in a few light grazes and close calls with his teeth to keep Viktor on his toes.

A soft moan escaped Viktor’s lips at the teasing as he reached up to grab onto Jayce, stabilizing himself on the stool. The action only encouraged the younger scientist, because the next thing Viktor knew he had one of Jayce’s large hands running through his hair like he was some well loved pet.

“I’ve got you,” Jayce promised as he pressed himself closer to the stool.

Viktor couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t keep handling these sweet words and tender touches while Jayce stood over him. This irked him, being at Jayce’s mercy when all he wanted to was get his stupid brace to be fixed by his stupid, late, genius boyfriend.

And yet here he was, sitting on a stool that was a pain in his ass while Jayce spoiled him with attentive devotion like some princess.

Viktor finally had enough of Jayce’s teasing, putting a hand up to stop him before he could go any further.

“Vik-?” Jayce asked, letting the silky strands of Viktor’s hair slip from his fingers as he pulled away to look at the man.

“Couch,” Viktor cryptically interrupted as he began to push against his chest. He did make sure to grab a fistful of Jayce’s button down, scrunching the fabric in his hand.

“What? What couch? Like, our couch?” Jayce floundered as he looked a bit startled, taking a step back. Viktor then stumbled to take a step forward, making the Undercity scientist almost trip when he got off the stool.

“Yes, our couch, immediately,” Viktor ordered as he gave Jayce’s shirt a bit of a yank to drive home the urgency.

The firmness in his boyfriend’s voice made Jayce start to shuffle backwards awkwardly toward their couch, the same old worn couch from their first lab. He didn’t dare protest or argue, not when Viktor had such a determined look in his eyes.

Jayce probably should have been more aware of where he was backing up, because the next thing he knew he was pushed backwards onto the sofa. His calves hit the frame, which made him fold and plop down cooperatively on the plush cushions below.

Losing Jayce’s body as his crutch made it a bit of a struggle for Viktor to stand, but he managed to strategically land himself on top of the man. He caught himself with his arm and the back of the couch, appearing to smoothly pin the larger man down.  He was mindful of his leg bound in the metal aid, careful to not place it at a sharp angle or to jab Jayce with it.

Viktor settled himself down on Jayce’s leg for a moment, straddling him before reaching forward to lace his free hand in the top frock of his partner’s hair. It was more gentle compared to the rough shove that just took place, but was greatly received all the same.

Feeling the smaller man mounting him was quite the change in pace, since normally Jayce would happily top his partner. The most switching that would happen would be when they would try out different positions, normally trying to see what would cause the least amount of pain on Viktor’s joints.

Jayce opened his mouth to try and say some smooth or snarky remark, but quickly shut himself up when he felt the slightest bit of Viktor grinding down on him.

When Viktor pushed himself up to reposition himself, Jayce took that at this opportunity to steal a kiss from his love. His lips only landed on the round edge of the man’s chin, but it earned him a soft chuckle of appreciation. The kiss wasn’t what Jayce was actually after, he just needed to distract the man for a second.

Since Viktor was pressing himself down on Jayce, the larger man caught the faintest evidence of his partner’s apparent arousal. The smallest smudge of wetness left on Jayce’s thigh from where his partner had grinded himself against shot a sense of pride and excitement through the pinned man like a bolt of electricity.

Jayce was slow to move one of his hands so that it wasn’t detected immediately, though his time of secrecy vanished the moment he slipped his fingers under the waistband.

Time seemed to stand still when Viktor realized what Jayce had done, snapping his attention to regain eye contact in their previously forgotten staring contest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Viktor interrogated, raising a brow.

Jayce paused his mission for just a moment, blinking owlishly before he used his free hand to help support Viktor’s other leg. He gave the man one tender yet firm squeeze around his upper thigh, feeling over the thick, bunched up fabric.

“I’m just making sure you’re all taken care of,” Jayce tried to casually shrug off as he slid his fingers to the front part of Viktor’s pants. He was careful to not fumble the next part, making sure to pop the metal buttons loose from their holes.

Viktor let out a tiny exhale, like he was uncertain or untrusting of what was about to happen. When he looked up to regain eye contact he felt his mouth almost seal shut, since Jayce took that moment to press the tips of two of his fingers into his sticky wet briefs.

The dampness made it easy for Jayce to glide his fingers across the fabric, slowly teasing the source through the thin material. He began moving his fingers in a familiar circular motion similarly to the earlier massages, like he was well trained in doing this one specific action. It was gentle and slow, just barely teasing the scrawny man over him.

“ Hmng — Jayce-” Viktor went to scold his partner as he was touched, though cut himself off when his hips instinctually bucked down onto the digits.

“Good boy,” Jayce whispered back in a low, husky voice that rumbled in his throat. He loosened his grip on Viktor’s thigh to give the man a reassuring and gentle rub on the back of his clothed ass.

While praise in the bedroom was nothing new for the pair, normally it was Viktor who would be showering Jayce with it. He figured that since he loved it so much, it was time to turn the tables on his beloved lab partner.

“You’re so wet. Is it all from me? Or was the book you were reading something naughty?” Jayce continued as he shimmied his body into a more comfortable position. It forced Viktor to be jostled a bit, bumping him against the tips of his two fingers.

“Must you narrate everything?” Viktor grimaced as he rocked his hips a bit more to fully experience the friction against his covered heat.

The motions didn’t go unnoticed by Jayce, his lips curling up into a satisfied smirk as he moved his hand to push aside the fabric of Viktor’s briefs. He let his two calloused fingertips press into the damp place hovering just inches from his groin.

“If you want me to stop…” Jayce let his voice trail off as he slowly pulled the single digit from inside. He made sure to place the bed of his thumb against the hood of Viktor’s small cock, pressing the sensitive skin up to expose the pink nub from under its hood.

Viktor flinched and forcefully brought himself down so that he had more of Jayce inside of him. He then glared as he moved the hand that was in Jayce’s hair, now using both of his arms to support himself against the back of the couch.

The reaction was unexpected, exciting Jayce through to his core. He straightened out his fingers a bit more to push the two all the way down to the knuckle, feeling around Viktor’s velvety walls clenching around in a spasmodic rhythm as he adjusted to Jayce’s intrusion. Jayce tested a variety of angles, watching Viktor’s shifting expressions and parted lips for any signs that he’d found just the right position.

And there, with a finger curl that rubbed up against the underside of the pubic bone, Jayce brushed upon that perfect spot. He earned a gasp through gritted teeth from Viktor, his lover’s gaze wild with the fire of pleasure that had been edged for too long. 

“Here?” Jayce teased, knowing his answer and preventing Viktor from speaking it with yet another bend of his digits. Viktor shuddered atop him, only able to pant and stare and grip the couch as Jayce paid special attention to him.

“More,” his love eventually growled, but the power in his tone melted away into a keening whimper as Jayce slid his fingers up and down against that spot, experimentally swiveling his wrist to feel him from every angle. Jayce nuzzled his face into Viktor’s chest, continuing with his kisses as he coaxed Viktor into humping his hand and his lap.

“Of course, anything for you,” he sweetly swooned for him, flattering him with affections and smooth strokes, turning his hand on its side so his thumb could brush up against his cock again. He toyed with the little nub, swishing from side to side before alternating to flicking it ever so gently. Viktor curled into him, but arched back just as quickly as his body rolled down firmly onto Jayce’s expert fingers-- yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted more-- more touches, more kisses, more girth. A glaze of sweat could be seen in the dim lighting of their lab, making Viktor’s profile almost glisten. The increased movement caused his partner ’s face to contort more, his brows pinching to the bridge of his nose as he eyes squeezed shut.

“More, Jay–” he whispered, desperate and forgetting himself under the spell of pleasured rapture. He yelped quietly, a third finger pushing into his hole and stretching the rim of it out to fit. With a shudder he breathed deeply to adjust, Jayce slowing his thumb so that Viktor could concentrate on the new addition. “Yes-- yes, Jayce--”

“You’re so beautiful. I love you, Viktor, ” Jayce opened his heart to him, opening Viktor in turn. Time slowed and sped all at once, interrupted by yet another finger working its way inside, lubricated by the dripping slick that squelched between Jayce’s fingers. Viktor yelped, letting go of the couch’s frame to snag his fingers into Jayce’s hair and hug him fiercely. Jayce woofed in surprise, caught off guard by the throbbing sensations pulsing around his hand, Viktor’s climax near silent as it wracked through him and had him clutching desperately onto Jayce.

It took a moment for them both to come down from the high of it all, the clarity deeply stunning as Jayce slowly removed his hand. He stared down at the sticky and creamy slick pooling in his palm, realizing it wasn’t enough to explain the damp mess in his own pants. He blushed scarlet, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. Had he really been so wrapped up in Viktor’s bliss that he hadn’t noticed his own arousal until only after he himself came? Viktor followed his gaze, a pause stretching between them before he snorted out an amused laugh, smiling at the view of Jayce’s soiled pants.

“What a mess,” he scolded happily, tucking his lower lip under his teeth as he gazed up at Jayce again. “I’m not letting you touch my brace with your hand like that,” he warned, his own cheeks red from exertion and lingering excitement.

“Can I keep touching you, though?” Jayce asked, sheepish and already feeling himself start to stir again despite the awkwardly wet and warm sensation in his lap. Viktor shook his head, but only in disbelief and not refusal, shimmying off of Jayce’s lap to take a short rest next to him on the couch.

Jayce knew Viktor’s legs were probably shaky post orgasm, so he was careful to help the other man roll off of him.

“Why– Why don’t you clean yourself up,” Viktor instructed, taking a second to focus on slowing down his breath and watching his lover quickly stand up and shuffle around to tidy the evidence of their romp away.

“Agh, shit!” Jayce yelped, startling his content and satisfied lover.

“What, what’s wrong?” he panicked, worried that maybe something had gotten ruined or damaged somehow.

“Our drinks! We let them cool for too long,” Jayce sulked, pouting down at the cups of room-temperature disappointment. Viktor laughed at him, letting himself relax once more with a playful and pleased smile on his face.

“Drinks?” Viktor asked in confusion as he placed his head down on the throw pillows with mystery stains.

“Apology sweet milk for being late,” Jayce huffed as he swirled the cups in his hand a little. 

“Get back over here. You can serve me more sweet milk later.”

“Oh?” Jayce grinned, happily obeying his lover’s beckoning call. “You want my special milk first?”

Viktor stared and grimaced at him for a moment, realizing he wasn’t surprised by the predictable rhetorical question he’d come to expect from his lover despite how the comment still made him want to groan.

 “Don’t test me, and come here . Now, ” he commanded again with his hand dipping between his legs to demonstrate exactly where he wanted Jayce to come, letting himself forget everything else in favor of enjoying his talented lover’s embrace once more.