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Viktor shifts on his seat, watching Jayce's rigid posture across the couch. Apprehension ripples through him before he slowly crawls across the space between them. Close enough now to catch Jayce's scent, he tilts his head up—eyes wide, blinking slowly—his tail swishing in gentle arcs behind him. When Jayce makes no move to reject him, Viktor climbs onto his lap, curling against his chest and pressing his face to the junction of neck and shoulder. He breathes in deeply, drawing Jayce's scent into his lungs.
A purr rumbles from Viktor's chest, low and involuntary. He whines as he inhales again, unable to stop himself.
"I'm sorry." Viktor's voice breaks. His eyes sting, ears flattening against his skull as he gives tiny kitten licks beneath Jayce's jaw where stubble has begun to shadow the skin. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry."
Jayce averts his gaze, ears pinned low.
He angles his face away, baring teeth in a warning growl that dissolves into a whine, then a grumble—all within seconds. He licks his lips nervously, wrapping one hand around Viktor's lower back for support despite himself, though he refuses to meet his mate's eyes.
"Viktor." The name comes out rough, clipped. He inhales sharply through his nose and huffs out a warning breath.
Viktor continues the kitten licks along Jayce's jaw, gaze averted in deference. At the warning, he whines again, hands clutching desperately at Jayce's shirt as he presses closer still. He buries his face in the hollow of Jayce's throat, huffing in his scent, butting his head gently under his chin.
Viktor swallows hard, fighting the tears.
"Please, I'm sorry." His purr stutters, becoming choppy and uneven.
Jayce's grip tightens, fingers curling into fabric until his knuckles blanch white. His breath hitches—a low, uneven growl pressed into the crown of Viktor's hair. His chest heaves once, hard, and he dips his nose down, burying it against Viktor's temple. He drags in Viktor's scent with a full-body shudder.
"Stop—" The word fractures as his jaw works, ears twitching back. He breathes hotly through his nose, the air fanning across Viktor's cheek.
His other hand rises, rough and unsteady, sliding up Viktor's spine until his palm presses flat between his shoulder blades. He holds Viktor flush to his chest. Jayce lowers his chin, the weight of it heavy against Viktor's head as another ragged whine escapes him.
A chirp breaks from Viktor's throat, unexpected. Jayce's hands radiate warmth across his spine, encompassing him entirely.
Viktor whimpers as the first tears trail down his cheeks—relief at being held overwhelming everything else. A ragged breath spills into him, making him hiccup a sob. He rubs his head insistently against the hollow of Jayce's throat, lapping at the skin there as his purr intensifies. He pants against Jayce's sweat-dampened neck.
"Ja-ayce—" The name cracks at the end, small and desperate.
Viktor curls himself tighter against Jayce's chest, trying to fit his entire body on top of his mate.
Jayce growls low, the sound rumbling through his chest into Viktor's ear. His hand slides up to fist in the back of Viktor's shirt, hauling him tighter still. His jaw snaps once in the air above Viktor's face before he shoves his nose down into the damp curve of Viktor's throat, dragging hot breaths along the skin.
In one harsh motion, Jayce drags Viktor down and flips him onto the couch cushions, pinning his smaller body flat beneath his weight. He looms above, shoulders squared, knees braced as he crowds Viktor in. His hand presses hard against Viktor's sternum, keeping him still. Teeth bare, lips pulled back in a snarl, breath coming hot and fast through flared nostrils as he bends low to scent and nip at Viktor's throat.
His teeth snap sharply in the air above Viktor's jaw. Then he bites down on the side of Viktor's neck, holding him there before giving a sharp, rough shake.
Viktor gasps, dizzy from the motion. He whines—loud, high, meowing as his ears press completely flat, tail tucking tight against his body. His claws dig into Jayce's chest automatically, seeking purchase. The feeling of Jayce's teeth against his throat makes him stiffen, muscles going taut as adrenaline floods his veins in a powerful shudder.
Then he melts. Tension drains from his muscles faster than he can process. Viktor tilts his head back, offering more of his throat to Jayce. His purrs creak and shift into a small trill before settling back into steady purring. He heaves, breathing hard, drowning in Jayce's scent.
Another whine escapes between his teeth.
Jayce's teeth remain clamped at Viktor's neck a moment longer, his growl vibrating through his mate's skin until the last of the resistance drains away. When Viktor sags beneath him—purring and whining—Jayce releases with a rough exhale. He shoves Viktor flatter into the cushions with the heel of his hand pressed hard against his sternum. His weight bears down completely now, chest to chest, every inch of him caging Viktor beneath him.
He lowers further, teeth snapping once more by Viktor's ear before dragging his tongue hard across Viktor's cheek. A rough, wet swipe, marking him. Again—over the line of his jaw, the corner of his mouth, up across his temple and over his parted lips. Each lick heavy, insistent, punctuated with low rumbles from deep in his chest.
Viktor stays still, tilting his head slightly toward each touch. His purr becomes a consistent sound that reverberates strongly across his chest and up his throat. He maintains his hold on Jayce, whining intermittently as Jayce's tongue works thoroughly across his face, his jaw, his throat, then up again. The repetitive motions make Viktor feel as though he could dissolve entirely into the press of Jayce's body against his own.
When Jayce licks across his mouth, Viktor can't help himself—he licks his own lips once.
Jayce moves past it, continuing to lick at Viktor's cheek. The taste of Jayce's saliva blooms on Viktor's tongue, strong and potent. He whimpers, licking his lips again, desperate for more. It's not enough.
Jayce growls, the sound deep and approving, vibrating against Viktor's chest. A sharp sneeze shakes through him, wet and brief, ears flicking back in the gesture that signals the fight has ended. He pulls his teeth away, lifting his head as he sniffs the air in short, deliberate bursts through his nose. His gaze appraises, chest heaving with each measured breath.
He huffs once—a hard exhale through his nose—before dropping back down. His mouth presses into Viktor's cheek, drawing in his scent in quick bursts. His lips peel back, teeth flashing, and then his tongue drags across Viktor's mouth, slipping past his lips before Viktor can do more than gasp.
At the first drag of Jayce's tongue against his own, Viktor trills—a high-pitched sound followed by a moan, muffled as Jayce swipes hotly into his mouth. Viktor's eyes roll back. The taste overwhelms him, a concoction of pheromones that coats the roof of his mouth and clings behind his teeth.
Viktor's hands tighten automatically, fists curling on Jayce's shoulders, claws piercing fabric to dig into muscle. He attempts to lick back, trying to capture more of that taste on his textured tongue, but Jayce is relentless. He bullies his way around Viktor's mouth, leaving Viktor whining, able only to follow his lead as drool slips past the corner of his mouth.
When Viktor tries to lick back with more insistence, Jayce snaps his teeth down on Viktor's lower lip—a sharp clamp—then jerks his head to the side, forcing Viktor's face away and baring his throat once more.
Jayce presses down harder, his chest crushing Viktor into the cushions. His hips grind once, deliberate, shoving Viktor flat and still.
His tongue drags over Viktor's chin, then up across his mouth again, leaving spit coating his face. Another swipe over his nose, his eyelid, his temple. His free hand fists in Viktor's wrist and shoves it into the couch, pinning him spread and caged.
"No. Still." He growls the command, staring Viktor down, teeth bared.
Viktor makes a high-pitched noise as Jayce grinds down. The sting of Jayce's teeth on his lower lip resonates through his entire jaw. His skin feels clammy, heat spreading from his lower abdomen, making him too warm in his clothes. The air thickens with their mingled scents. Jayce's eyes shine bright in a way that makes Viktor want simultaneously to cower and press closer.
He pants, fast and needy, mouth slightly open, pupils blown wide. He tries to stay as still as possible under the full weight of Jayce's stare. He swallows hard around his purring, blinking slowly at Jayce, flexing his captured hand gently, feeling the strength behind Jayce's grip on his wrist.
After a long moment where they only breathe into each other's space, Viktor nods.
Jayce holds him there, the growl steady in his chest, teeth still bared as he watches Viktor nod beneath him. The twitch of Viktor's throat, the slick shine of spit across his face, the blown pupils—it all registers. Submission.
Jayce shoves Viktor's wrists deeper into the couch, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the thick air between them. His throat works. One sharp huff pushes out over Viktor's face, then another—short bursts that make Viktor flinch beneath him.
He shifts his weight, hips grinding once more before pushing back. He plants a knee firmly between Viktor's thighs, forcing them spread.
He looms higher, chest heaving, snarling low as he releases. The hot stream hits Viktor's clothes first, the sharp scent cutting through the air. It spatters across his stomach, his hips, pooling beneath him into the cushions. Jayce's head tilts back, nostrils flaring, eyes locked down on Viktor.
The moment Viktor feels the warm liquid on him, he gasps, shocked. His eyes widen as he tries to process what's happening. He freezes under Jayce's stare, the low growls keeping him in place. Viktor's nostrils flare, jaw hanging open as the smell hits him hard, pulling out a choked whine. The air clogs with it, making it almost difficult to breathe. His clothes—damp and warm—stick to him as his entire torso becomes drenched.
Marked. Branded.
Jayce growls again, deeper this time, no warning in it now. When the stream dies down, he shakes out a breath with a slight shiver and lowers his weight back over Viktor, chest pressed to chest again, nose buried at the damp curve of his throat. His growl shifts, becoming softer—a low rumble of satisfaction.
Jayce's knee remains pressed hotly against Viktor's crotch. Satisfied, he shifts to get more comfortable, and in the process drags his knee, then his thigh, down the wet apex between Viktor's legs.
The orgasm hits Viktor with no warning—sudden and hard. Pleasure punches through him along with a pained moan. He shakes through the force of it, back arching as he unconsciously seeks more pressure between his legs to prolong it.
When it's done, he sags back, disoriented and scent-drunk. He trills into Jayce's throat, mouth open, heaving against Jayce's skin as he tries to catch his breath.
Jayce's ears flick as he drags in the air above them. His face lifts, teeth bared, a low and rumbling snarl spilling from his chest at the empty room. The sound rolls across the walls—a clear warning. His body remains heavy on Viktor, pinning him, but his gaze cuts sharp, searching for threats.
When no challenge comes, he drops his eyes back to Viktor. His hands grip Viktor's hips and drag him sideways, shoving him onto his flank. Jayce follows, folding himself around Viktor, chest tight to his back, thighs locking his legs in place. He noses through Viktor's hair, inhales deeply at the back of his neck, and huffs a sharp breath against the skin before settling his jaw there.
Another low growl thrums from his chest, this one steady and protective. His arm cinches around Viktor's waist, locking him in. He holds him still, spooned tightly together, until Viktor's purring eases into the rhythm of his own breathing. Jayce sniffs once more at his mate's throat, lets the scent fill him completely, and exhales a short, satisfied huff.