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Jayce is a tease.
He's always been the touchy type; ever since they met, Jayce would give him a pat or two on the back and rub his shoulder when Viktor showed frustration. It's not something that he is used to; he never received that treatment until Jayce came into his life, but it isn't uncomfortable either. Viktor thought perhaps he was bad at doing the same, playing that physical-touch-as-a-love-language game Jayce had going on when he noticed nervousness in him whenever Viktor tried to reciprocate shyly. He knew it wasn't necessary, yet he constantly tried to mimic Jayce's actions in an attempt to appear more charismatic and appealing.
To whom? Who knows. It was most likely to be Jayce only, not that he cares about being friendlier to anybody else.
He was about to give up on touching him back if it weren't for a small change in Jayce's attitude after Viktor's initiative. It commenced with soft frictions; Viktor would've thought it was a ghost haunting him if the softness didn't turn into rougher, more obvious skims. "He's going too far, but I don't want to make things up," he would think to himself whenever Jayce's hand would playfully grab the back of his vest, placing fingers underneath his uniform at random times, making the thin fabric of his shirt the only separation between the digits and his own skin. It's way too risky if he puts much thought into it. If it wasn't for his shirt, Jayce would've noticed the warm and flush making a perfect juxtaposition with Viktor's pale, cold skin.
Of course you don't want to make things up, Viktor. You want those things to be true.
Viktor spoils him like a puppy, lets him do what he pleases, showing signs of feeling pleasure by the contact, just glimpses, enough to make his lab partner think that the chemicals around them are fucking up with his mind, making him hallucinate. And when he was feeling a little cruel, he would set aside, separate from him. Then he would sit and enjoy the sight of Jayce looking back at him like a wounded puppy, like if Viktor just kicked him, yelled at him, and hit him with the cane for touching him. He's so dramatic.
As Jayce began looking more and more desperate, Viktor grew fond of playing the fool, with Jayce's huge hands going from resting on his shoulders and squeezing them tight to going down his chest even though there's nothing much to grab. Later, settling securely on the curve of Viktor's waist, thumbs pressing harder than expected as if he demanded to cut short the distance between them, occasionally leaving little to no space. Urging it loud and clear how much he needed the friction, the only exception being Jayce refused to open his mouth. Say the words. Unfortunate for Viktor, since he's the kind of man who enjoys the praise and would love to see him down on his knees pleading. Imploring. Begging. Asking him for a small tryout of his taste even.
Viktor isn't bothered under his touch; his annoyance comes from the lack of communication. More than annoyed, Viktor is fairly playing Jayce's teasing game. By letting him touch, but not too much. By holding Jayce's hands in order to get away from him, but not without caressing his partner's skin first, resting a numb feeling on him before leaving. Letting him watch, but just for a moment, when he notices, feels, Jayce's glance all over his lips when he is explaining something important, then placing his eyes on the moles all over his neck. He swallows some saliva at the sight; Jayce doesn't know that Viktor has been leaving his shirt unbuttoned on purpose just for Jayce to watch. Viktor could let it slide with the excuse of 'not having the time to put on his uniform correctly', or something along those lines, but he wishes and pleads to God Viktor is, in fact, being naughty like that.
The thought of his canines marking down Viktor's neck right where his beauty mark is disappears as the man occupying his mind snaps at him, "Talis, are you listening to me?" Jayce hears him say, almost groan. Calling him by his last name was necessary at all.
"You're over the moon today, Jay," and he pronounces that silly nickname Viktor gave him oh, so sweetly, so neat. And there he goes again, distracting Jayce with determination by getting too close, explaining the equation, almost whispering charmingly into his ear, letting the calculations Viktor prepared for their project linger in his mind without making any sense. He goes even deeper into his gut whenever he praises, so pleasant yet so simple: "Good boy," "smart boy," "so clever for me."
Viktor notices the redness on the tips of his ears and smiles at it; fighting the urge to make fun of him for getting all worked up over his words, he is trying to pull Jayce closer. Simultaneously, Jayce drags his own chair closer to Viktor. He is muttering even lower now, part of his perfect plan, and just like that, he rests his hand on top of Viktor's leg. The man lets him be. Shows no reaction; much to Jayce's annoyance, he decides to take it as a "go for it" sign anyway.
Fidgeting with the details of the House of Tails stand control brace, he somehow sneaks his index into Viktor's inner thigh. "Too close." They think in unison; however, none of them decide to seize. An odd rush is making them tremble.
With the sensation of a foreign thumb rubbing near, Viktor began to stumble over his words, knowing damn well Jayce is trying to get on his nerves somehow. What a fucking brat. Spoiled to the core. "There's no fucking way I am making shit up."
He then cusses to himself in Zaun dialect, impossible for Jayce to understand, as he raises and leaves the desk. And he swears he felt Jayce squeezing tight before he left as a "please don't leave me.", "please let me touch you." "please, I can't get enough of you!", "please, please, please!".
He clears his throat and makes his way to get coffee, once again, the fifth of the morning. Is his heart racing over the caffeine or over the rush Jayce is offering him everytime? Who knows. But he never ever loses, he refuses to lose agaisnt thee puppy boy. "I'm getting frustrated again; I need to clear up my mind for a bit." Viktor looks back to Jayce as he announces. He seems merely miserable, devastated, like he just stole candy from a child. Viktor feels a small sense of guilt in his chest, not enough to give him what he wants, however. "Want some?" referring to the coffee, he smirks at a heartbroken Jayce with puppy eyes, disappointment written all over his face.
No matter what, Viktor always ends up winning those little games. Jayce is too weak, head over heels, spoiled to the core by his Vik. He looks over his shoulder and then does a gesture to him, as if he was demanding him to go his way. And there Jayce goes, staying back and acting like Viktor's shadow, looking at his partner meticulously prepare their coffee. He is surprisingly good at it and has always been in charge of making their drinks. Not that Jayce is bad or uncapable of it either, however that's just how things work in the lab for them. He gulps, as always. This time at the sight of Viktor's back, he can feel Jayce's eyes staring at him, at his ass, at his waist, at his shoulders, and at every action of his. Here we go again. He freed himself a few moments ago from Jayce's claws, and he is about to fall back into them as his partner is almost drooling over him.
Jayce is fighting the urge to grab his waist and bring Viktor close to himself, frotting against his back like a dog, pressing in his thumbs on Viktor's hips and hearing him keen at it, then kissing that mere mole on his nape. "How many moles does this man have?" he asks himself. He imagines stripping Viktor down, counting each one of them, and kissing each beauty mark on his body, especially that one closer to his lips, and then he would—
"Talis," that way of calling him once more, it makes him feel something at his lower back this time. What the fuck. "Here you go." Viktor proceeds to do a little twirl as there's not much space left. It's adorable, but Jayce hasn't realized he is practically cornering Viktor. Then he gives him his mug and goes back to work. This time, he doesn't look back at him, but he knows the look on Jayce's face. "Why did you gesture me to come if you are not going to pin me down at the table?" Jayce wishes he could say out loud. Viktor is driving him insane.
Later on, when it went dark and both of them also acquired a terrible headache, so they decided to give up on the equation and call it a day; perhaps tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will be it. One day, when the sexual tension isn't so nerve-wracking, nobody, not even Heimerdinger, dares to step a foot into the lab.
It doesn't take too long for Jayce to collapse on his notes, body splattered all over the desk. What a beautiful view, Viktor throws glances at him until he makes sure he is asleep, or that's what he thought; he starts to straight-up stare at him. It might be creepy, but he doesn't care whatsoever. He can't deny how good-looking Jayce is, but at that very moment he just looked adorable. He could appreciate how full his cheeks actually are just by looking at how he lays on the desk. His lips are partially open, just enough for him to see Jayce's front teeth.
By letting a keen scape his throat after Viktor lovingly caressed his hair, Viktor came to the conclusion that being around Jayce is like bonding with a chocolate labrador who follows him around the lab. With his eyes brightening whenever Viktor approaches him, he swears that if Jayce had a tail like those Vastayans he would be wagging it non-stop. While still caressing him, he fantasizes about marking him with a dog collar, putting him on a leash. Jayce, who is clearly not asleep, shivers under the touch. Viktor has gone from petting his hair to tracing his partner's nape with his digits, but he is too deep into the thought of pulling the imaginary leash whenever he considers his chocolate labrador dog is misbehaving to realize Jayce is not asleep and is now with his eyes wide open.
"V." The sweet nickname makes Viktor panic; he jumps at the look of Jayce getting up, and he doesn't know; he can't keep his hands to himself anymore; he fidgets with the air. "We should go to bed now; tomorrow's the party."
Ah, yeah. The party. How could he forget about that damn party? He's been freaking out about it ever since he accepted going, just because Jayce nagged him for way too long and he felt pressured when his partner told him something about Ximena putting together outfits for both of them. She doesn't know how much Viktor despises those social events. He believes he will just make a fool of himself, surrounded by filthy Pilties with much money to offer, in a place where everybody attends with the same fake intentions of making beneficiary connections. He views them as a bunch of reunions meant to be an excuse for wasting wealth and resources that could be invested in projects actually related to real progress. Viktor couldn't care less, unlike Jayce, who seems well trained in the arts of behaving amongst rich weirdos.
This time, Jayce is looking forward to showing Viktor off, giving him the credit he refuses to take. And that makes his heart feel a little warm, the fact that Jayce is the second person to acknowledge him.
"Yeah. You're right." Viktor responds, trying his best to not sound fucking hysterical. He senses failure when he catches Jayce chuckling at him.
"Thanks for today, and good night, V. " He gets real close and leans in for what he would've thought was a kiss. Except he merely mutters into his ear, "Hope you dream about me."
He squeezes his shoulder once more before leaving the room. Viktor is static. There's static in his brain too. What the fuck did he mean by that?
He refuses to lose but replays the man's voice over and over again. So velvety, smooth too. Sweet like honey, his voice is just right. The tone in which he said it hit the jackpot, and it haunted Viktor all the way to his bedroom. Then to his bed. And that small keen he let out, it was on purpose; if he could only hear more of that pleasant tone, he could struggle less.
Still, Viktor manages to undo his pants, and stripping down the uniform, collapsing on his bed and groaning onto the pillow, he doesn't bother to cover himself. He's tired. Sick and tired, yet he barely gets some rest during the night. Viktor is starting to recite Jayce's voice even in his dreams. Not even his voice only, the whole man himself is now squeezing his hips now, making Viktor flush, and squirm, and keen pathetically, even physically, but he just cannot help to lose himself under Jayce's touch.
To be precise, Viktor wished to dream of Jayce too, and how could he not? if every glimpse of him is like brand new material for Viktor to dream about him in the dirtiest ways he can't even fathom. The whiny tone of his voice is not a fantasy but a reality to him; it takes only a little to fantasize about Jayce pleading. It's lucid; he's right there tracing Viktor's body with his rascal digits before groping his crotch, going down his underwear; Jayce doesn't need to ask for permission. In his dreams, he's magnificent at pushing his buttons, as if he has always known where to touch, how to squeeze, when to taste, even if Viktor doesn't know it himself.
Dreams might be lucid, but they don't make sense, and from a moment to another, Jayce is no longer in his pants but on his knees for Viktor, being naughty and not keeping his hands to himself, touching soft as silk and a pretty face perfectly fitted between his crotch and stomach, groaning onto Viktor's erection still trapped under his pants. His arms wrapped around his legs so he can grasp Viktor's legs, almost nail them to his inner thighs, sometimes going all the way to his ass and groping it. The way he is holding Viktor gives him support and allows his foot to step on Jayce's neglected crotch. He cries at the friction; when he notices his pretty eyes watering, his vision goes blurry. As he caresses Jayce just like he did earlier, the man in front of him is begging again, looking directly at him, his hazel eyes fixated on Viktor's every move, full of expectation, as much as Viktor likes it.
Words stuttering as he is trying to make Viktor change his mind by telling him how much he needs him, his touch, his approval, his seed, and praise. To be inside him, make him feel good, fuck him like he means it. Go deep in him as Viktor lets him, please him until his mind goes blank and the ecstasy is no longer, make him melt in his arms. The fake sense of the man's lips kissing his cock over the fabric is enough to make him come, Jayce's name coming out of his mouth sweetly, with little gasps as he is out of air. Jayce traces his tongue on the now wet fabric when Viktor is pulling his beloved partner's hair and-
And then he wakes up. Gasping, skin damp in so much cold sweat the sheets he didn't bother to go under are stuck on him, he starts to shiver as soon as he realizes the mess he made while fantasizing about him. His underwear is dirty, but he's still hard as ever; the bed is undone, indicating how much he moved and actually squirmed in his sleep. Viktor cusses to himself, determined to take care of the problem, even though deep inside he has the intentions of hexing Jayce's entire bloodline over this. It's his fault. He is not quite familiar with touching himself; he views it as a hassle and a task he does every now and then, when his body demands.
Never going any further, this time is different for him when he finds himself caressing his own skin, Jayce still in his mind because he just cannot help but desire his touch. He writhes in agony and titillation, mixing together; it aches how aware he is Jayce's big hands would feel even better than his own. He then mimics what Jayce did in his dream and has his thumb going in circular motions over the tip of his cock, and it's the first time he plays and pleasures his body like this, letting himself enjoy the act by letting little whines out of his mouth. His hips go up and down erratically, and calls for Jayce's name, Viktor is starting to let himself go, unaware of how loud he can be; thank God walls are thick enough. He would go back to Zaun if somebody finds out he pathetically whines his partner's name while masturbating.
Desperate, he takes a pillow, putting it close to his crotch, getting on his belly and humping it; the friction is making him feel guilt and glimpses of a climax. He takes another pillow to moan and cry into it, hoping it quiets the noises down. Even the wet noises are overstimulating him, and he is seeing stars now as he releases, all over the pillow, groaning and pulling the fabric with his teeth; he wishes it was Jayce's skin instead. His hips collapse on the pillow beneath him, chest going up and down as he is out of air, still covered in sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead due to the wetness of his skin, pale cutis tinted with pink flush. Jayce would love to see him like this.
It takes a few minutes for Viktor to collect himself and get up. Even in the shower while cleaning himself, he fantasizes about Jayce pinning him against the cold tile wall and fucking him until both of them are trembling, unable to stand up. He drags himself out of the shower when he's done, guilt eating his brain while dirty thoughts are rotting it. He's out of it when getting dressed and doesn't realize Jayce is opening the door of his room, startling Viktor when he hears his partner call him by his nickname.
"V! Are you ready for today?" Jayce approaches him; he leaves a bag he was holding on the nearest desk, going in for a hug, but Viktor, in denial, turns around; his shirt is still unbuttoned, and he doesn't like people looking at his orthopedic corset. Jayce frowns; he has always been curious about what Viktor looks like under that stupid academia uniform.
"Why didn't you knock on the door?" Viktor almost groans while doing the buttons of his shirt; someone's grumpy today. He can't look at Jayce, not after that dream. Not after what he did when thinking about him. "I did knock; thought you heard it." He pouts at him; Viktor is still avoiding Jayce. He refuses to look at him, even if he's already done, all covered up. This man is a mystery to Jayce sometimes.
"Right, sorry." Viktor apologizes. "I've been spacing out a lot; I think I'm anxious about the event." He admits as he supports himself on the nearest table.
"Let's get you dressed before putting the brace on." Jayce squeezes his shoulder and takes almost all of his worries off him.While putting the trousers on, the ones Ximena tailored for him, Viktor takes a quick look at another white bag, similar to a shoe cover, before Jayce asks him to sit on a stool. The bag of silk fabric is out, and he puts it on the desk, next to Viktor. And his first distraction is Viktor's legs. His thighs. Good God. Those pants are tight; Jayce cannot take his eyes off Viktor's ass while sitting. He looks sooo good. They are leather-made but not shiny. Dark brown, fitting flawlessly around his legs and waist like a second skin.He tries to proceed. This will be tough.
"I know you don't like people staring at the corset, so I thought it would be nice to make this." Jayce showed him what he meant. The knickknack preserved under the silk cover, it looked like a corset, except it isn't. Due to the gold details looking beautifully next to the House of Talis colors, it seemed heavy, yet, in his hands, it was lightweight. Jayce asked for permission to strip his shirt off awkwardly. Viktor, as unpredictable as he is, chuckled a little before saying yes. He took a big breath at the hands of his partners coming from behind, undoing the buttons of the shirt and taking it off, slowly. Painfully slow. The whole scene being full of intimacy.
The sensation again, the feeling of rogue eyes staring at the beauty marks, is giving him goosebumps, and Jayce is taking his sweet time contemplating Viktor's back, tracing fingers over the spine. It's the first time ever he gets more than a quick look at his naked nape, the bones of his back, all of his moles. He has more than I thought. The screws on his backbone look gorgeous, too. He fights the urge to touch him all over. Viktor fights the urge to demand he touch him all over.
"Jay." He calls him, soundly, almost murmuring, purring the nickname. "Is something wrong?" he asks.
"N-no." Jayce stutters, taking a long pause. He can't make any excuse up; he's mesmerized, distracted by Viktor's beauty.
"I was looking at your device; I got interested. I'm sorry." Viktor doesn't reply anything back. Ever since they met, Jayce grew fascinated with orthopedic devices, making prototypes every now and then and testing them on Viktor. He isn't luring, right? Right? Sometimes, he is like that; he stays quiet and Jayce knows nothing is wrong, aware Viktor is not mad at him, however, is that permission for him to continue with his staring session? He tests the waters by doing it anyway as he installs the steel gold-looking corset, covering Viktor's. He braces the man's pale skin, more than needed; Viktor jerks at the touch; he's still sensible from earlier and clutches his fists.
The man melts, his mouth is watering at the reaction his partner is gifting him. Jayce made the whole piece with light materials to prevent backache, meticulously. It shines and shimmers on Viktor's body just right, starting and supporting itself with a choker resting on Viktor's neck, going all the way to his waist, down to his lower back. The piece mimicked the spinal column of the human body, with small twists of Art Nouveau. The two pieces holding up Viktor's shoulder blades look like gold wings, sheathing perfectly on Viktor's body, and he felt like he marked his lab partner with the colors of House of Talis, yet again.
"First stage, done." Jayce talks as if he's building some kind of cyborg out of Viktor, the man laughs to himself at his partner's comment. There's silence once more, lust filling the air as Jayce dribbles over Viktor's tiny waist. He's enlightened by that silhouette of his, resting in a beauteous manner on the stool. The lighting coming in makes Viktor's silky skin gleam, his hairs turning into gold with the rays of light, matching perfectly with the corset piece. He's slowly regretting it; Jayce wants to keep this beauty all to himself.He makes sure Viktor isn't unwell and takes out the blouse Ximena made for him. It's simple, flowy, pure white, and adjusted on the waist. Viktor doesn't realize about the opening on the back until he feels air coming in.
Of course, the corset piece needed to be revealed somehow. The edges of the opening are ornamented with a tatting golden knot pattern; a singular lace hangs in the middle of the opening, decorated with translucent blue beads, similar to a hextech gem. Jayce is ready to give it the final touch as he adds the waistband on Viktor. It's red and leather-made, too. Jayce positions his hand on Viktor's waist as he knots the back of it and pulls him close enough to hear his breath. Jayce is struggling with the lace, and Viktor is struggling with trying to keep calm.
Viktor sits on the bed, nervously. He hasn't seen himself in the mirror yet and is afraid the result might be too much for him. Jayce insisted on helping him install the leg brace back. Viktor panics for a moment. Sighing at his perspective, Jayce is on his knees for him. Just like in his dreams. He's grabbing his leg, massaging it slightly with his thumbs before installing the brace. Small hums come out of Viktor's throat. The task doesn't last long; of course, Jayce built it himself, so he knows how it works even with his eyes closed. Viktor, now all ready to get up, takes a glance at himself in the mirror, nervously. He's flabbergasted by the results but intimidated. He's never been dressed in such revealing clothing, and somehow feels like he's dressing up for Jayce only.
"Like what you see?" his partner asks, picking everything up. "You look" beautiful, gorgeous, so pretty, just for me. "Nice.'' Viktor can't help but blush; none of this was necessary, yet Jayce was right there, treating him like a prince.
"I'm getting ready and coming for you when I'm done, okay?" He's tempted to make a move, so he does, by kissing him goodbye this time, on the forehead. Viktor just nods, with a pout on his lips, thinking he just made it all up in his head again.