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“Okay, that’s it. I am finished for the day.” Viktor said, stretching his arms above his head, back cracking with several loud pops.
“Really? Early for you.” Jayce remarked.
Any time before midnight was early for Viktor, really, and this was almost a normal amount of hours to work in one day. Especially unusual.
“Yes, well- I am eager to leave.”
Jayce perked his head up from his calculations. “Why?” Viktor, to his knowledge, had very few friends to go see, and no partner to take out on a date.
“If you must know- I plan to visit the undercity tonight.”
“Oh! Like meeting up with friends?”
“Not exactly. I am going to see a prostitute.”
Jayce spat out his coffee all over his papers. “I’m SORRY?!”
Viktor just raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Vik- that- you don’t just tell someone you are gonna go to a- a- yknow!”
Viktor rolled his eyes. “I will never understand the way you Piltover people speak about sex.”
Jayce’s mind was still reeling. “Vik, that- that’s illegal”
“It is illegal up here. Not down there.” That proved nothing.
“And- and why on EARTH do you want to go to one anyway?! Can’t you-“
Jayce hated what he was implying, hated thinking about Viktor having sex with… strangers. But surely a hookup was better, more civil, than visiting a- yknow.
Vik rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, because people are lining up to fuck the cripple.”
Jayce hated that word, especially out of Viktor’s own mouth. “Don’t say that about yourself, you’re very- yknow- attractive! I mean, look at Sky-“
“Look at Sky what?”
Viktor wasn’t that oblivious, surely. Anyone with eyes could see the way she looked at him. “She’s crazy about you!”
He raised both his eyebrows this time, scoffing. “Jayce, you do not understand, Sky- wants to date me, maybe, but sex-“
“Same thing!” Obviously. You don’t have sex with someone you don’t wanna date and you don’t date someone you don’t wanna have sex with. Simple rules of relationship-ing. Jayce had learned very quickly once he was old enough to be desirable that saying he wanted to go on a date with someone and then ending the night early was simply not acceptable.
“No, very different thing. Of course I am attractive, but that doesn’t mean people want to have sex with me.”
Impossible. That’s what being attractive meant. “Why wouldn’t it?”
“People want to fuck me to see how I do it, to see if I can, they assume I am a virgin due to my condition, they do not want to fuck me for any good reason.”
“I’m sure Sky-“
“Sky is from the undercity, she understands our culture. If she wanted to fuck me, she’d say so. Sex has no greater meaning in the Undercity.”
“Sex has meaning intrinsically.” It had to, because otherwise- Jayce crossed his arms and didn’t want to think about that anymore, brain, thank you very much.
Viktor shrugged. “Agree to disagree.”
“Sooooo… you’re still going to-“
“Yes, Jayce, really what is the big deal? I need a professional’s skill set to get- on. What is the expression-“ he waved his hand around trying to remember the proper English. “Whatever. To climax. A layman would hurt me. Frankly, I’m truly disappointed you Piltovers have managed to ban every ounce of prostitution up here.“
“Hold on- you-“
Viktor cut him off “Prostitution is a service, Jayce. And for me, a disabled man who- surprise! -Also has needs, it is the safest way for me to fill them. Even if it requires a trip to the Undercity.”
“Well- do whatever you want.” Viktor was a grown man who could do whatever unscrupulous behaviour he wanted. Jayce didn’t care. Obviously.
“Thank you for your gracious permission.”
“Oh shut up.” He said with a small smile. After a short pause, Jayce’s natural curiosity got the better of him. “What- what’s it like?” He asked, scratching at the back of his neck. “I mean- I’ve never been to anything like… that.”
“Of course you haven’t.” Viktor said while grabbing his things to leave. “If you want to, I won’t mind the company.”
“Wha- no! I’m- my face is on billboards, I can’t go around in- in undercity brothels!” Somehow that was what his mind landed on, not how absolutely wild and inappropriate it is to go to a BROTHEL with your work colleague. Your friend? “My career would be destroyed!”
Viktor shrugged. “Wear a mask. Lots of people do and I’m sure they sell fancy ones up here.”
Jayce sputtered, too flustered to remember words. “I- I am not going to a brothel with you!”
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He was going to a brothel with Viktor.
Which was FINE. It was COOL AND NORMAL. Viktor assured him friends did this kind of thing together all the time in the Undercity. It was just… an introduction on Undercity customs around sex.
“This is insane.”
“You’ve been to the Undercity before, and now no one is even staring at you!”
“That’s the strange part.”
Jayce had on an ornate mask decorated to look like a tiger- it completely hid his face of all features. To further the disguise, he cloaked his head and wore a plainer outfit that he was certain he had never worn in front of the press before.
“Here is the place!” It smelled strongly of incense. A woman out front was barely dressed, holding her hand out to Viktor.
“Good to see you again, Vicky.” She cooed, and Jayce realized she was at least fifteen years their senior.
“Hello, Francesca.” Viktor said, bowing his head slightly. “I brought a friend, though he prefers to remain anonymous.”
“Oh? No problem.” She pulled Viktor gently into her side, supporting him as they walked through the door and into the dark lobby. Jayce followed. “We welcome anyone who’s willing to spend their hard earned Piltie money on us Zaunites.” She offered Vik a comfortable-looking chair but Vik waved her off. “I assume you’ll do your usual?”
“Yes, though my friend will be in the same room.” When on earth was that decided. “Only one maiden for him, these Pilties don’t have the same luxuries on their side, I don’t want him to get overwhelmed.”
Jayce rolled his eyes. He wasn’t inexperienced, even if it had been a while. Work had been keeping him busy.
“So he is a Piltover man, well I’ll charge him double!”
“Uh- wait- no- no you won’t-“ his words sounded odd through the mask’s rudimentary voice modifier.
Francesca let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, oh Vicky he’s funny! And so handsome too.” She winked at him. “What can we call you?”
Fortunately, he spent most of the walk here coming up with an alias, as a distraction from this absolutely insane situation. “Tay. You can call me Tay.” Jay was too obvious, but he didn’t want a stupid name either. So- Jayce Talis -> Tay.
“Alright then. Wait here, I’ll send the girls over shortly.”
Viktor nodded and Francesca left.
Jayce scratched where his jaw met the mask awkwardly as Vik leaned against the wall. “It smells weird in here.” It smelled like sex.
“Don’t say that in front of the ladies, Jayce.”
“Well I just-“
Three women, then, entered. Two of them were dressed in matching, scanty outfits, one in purple and one in blue. Their thin dresses made of draped, translucent fabric did nothing to hide anything. The third woman was more substantially clothed, and she wore an ornate mask designed like a cat. She had rich, dark skin and a large afro.
Jayce swallowed thickly. With the mask, she looked a lot like Mel. Had they pinned his preferences that easily?
The woman in purple coaxed them forward, leading them into a room that smelled even thicker of incense and sweat. There were two thick, plush armchairs, and a long, equally plush couch.
Viktor sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs, as the lady in blue threaded her fingers into his hair, sweeping it back from his face before peppering his cheeks with kisses. “Give me a moment, please. The walk here was… strenuous.”
“Of course, darling.” The lady in purple began to carefully pull off Viktor’s sweater vest and unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders before kneeling to untie his shoes.
Jayce was lead by his own attendant to the other chair, where she lightly shoved him into it and took a seat on the arm. She wasn’t touching him very much, which he was pretty grateful for. Maybe she could tell he was out of his depth.
He’d much rather watch Viktor. Shoes and socks removed, belt off and pants unzipped, the woman in purple held him up. Her arms were secure under his arms and around his chest, making sure no weight was on his bad leg as the other attendant pulled down his pants and underwear.
Jayce swallowed. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from Viktor’s (honestly completely average looking) dick. It was about half hard, but by the way Viktor whined with frustration he must’ve been in that state for a while.
Was he hard the whole walk over here? Jayce swallowed again and felt his toes curl. Vik was hard around him- because of him?
Viktor’s leg brace reached about mid thigh to mid calf, a far cry from the much more complex full-leg version he would get in about five years, that Jayce currently had no idea about. It left red, angry marks from where it chafed against his skin.
It would be insane of him to say he had never thought about how, practically, Viktor had sex. He supposed that made him no better than the people Vik complained about, who wanted to fuck him just to satisfy some sick curiosity.
“Oh- mm-“
Jayce couldn’t help himself, he watched. The woman, frame so slender and soft, lowered to her knees and tenderly, expertly took Vik’s cock into her mouth, down her throat. Viktor moaned, grabbing the woman’s ginger locks in his fist.
He understood, now, what Vik had meant by a professional’s help. The second woman’s entire job seemed to be making sure Viktor didn’t dislocate anything, holding his weaker leg in place over the woman’s shoulder, fingers massaging the muscles of his calf, the tendons of his knee.
The woman in blue smiled around his dick. Jayce watched, enraptured as it sunk in over and over again into her mouth. The drool made it slick and shiny, and Jayce felt his mouth water. He wondered what it tasted like, smelled like.
Viktor keened, moaning as he curled his body up, pushing harder into the pleasure, before-
“Ah!” Jayce’s eyes flicked to his face at what was unmistakably the sound of Vik pulling something in his back. He’d done it many times in the lab, usually from innocuous movements. The woman sucking him off paused for a moment, but Vik roughly gripped her hair and pushed her down. “No no no please- I’m so close- help later, once I’ve cum.”
The other woman whispered something in his ear, and Vik grunted before closing his eyes, hips twitching as he came into that girl’s mouth.
Viktor sighed, then, in a way that Jayce had only heard one time before- in the hospital, when Vik finally got the morphine he had been asking for.
He understood something, then. About sex, hormones, pain management and pain relief.
“Again, please.” Viktor mumbled, as the larger woman lifted him up, gently lying him down on the soft couch, prone.
“In due time, first we have to deal with whatever you pulled.”
“Just- twisted wrong.” Yeah Jayce had heard that one before. Usually before Viktor failed to stand on shaky legs and fell over.
The woman in purple rubbed over his back with large, light strokes. Jayce mentally took notes for the inevitable next time Vik pulled something. She pressed in hard, but carefully. Viktor tensed at the initial pain but then sighed as the muscle cramp was worked out.
Jayce is in awe. Viktor has the top doctors in Piltover, Hemindinger himself, working on his condition, and yet nothing they’ve done has seemed to bring Vik as much relief as the orgasm and the woman massaging out the pulled muscle.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Oh yeah, he has his own… attendant. Calling her a prostitue just felt wrong. She snuggled against his side. “I don’t mind watching, if that’s all you wanna do.”
He started to nod, then paused and shrugged his shoulders. It felt distinctly wrong to just watch. The girl nodded in understanding, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Her hands rubbed over his large chest, idly playing with a nipple, sending a rush of heat up his spine.
He thought of Mel.
“You like watching?”
“Mmhm.”
She giggled, and god she really was pretty. “Me too. Just as much as I like being watched.”
Did Jayce have a thing for voyeurism? He didn’t immediately discard the idea, because watching Viktor fuck was really, really doing it for him.
A moan and breathless Russian startled him out of his thoughts. Vik was staring, awed, as the woman tightened a harness around her hips, the centre hole left open.
“You are so good to me, Sugar.” Vik moaned.
“I can tell when you wanna be fucked within an inch of your life. Now, pick your poison.” She held out two silicone cocks, Vik eagerly picking a large, vibrant purple one with a corkscrew shape.
She slotted the cock into her harness, coating it with lube before rubbing the tip over Vik’s asshole.
Vik groaned. “Please, Sugar-“
“I gotta work you open, first, did no one ever teach you patience?”
“You are teasing me.”
She fingered him open slowly, dragging her fingers against his walls. Jayce watched, unable to look away. Her long fingers went so deep, up to the third knuckle, and Viktor took her greedily.
“Please, please- I- I can’t- please-“ Viktor begged, and Jayce’s attention narrowed to the drool running down the side of his perfect mouth, his tongue dancing behind his teeth. Viktor did not say please. Ever. Viktor did not beg.
Jayce felt his cock throb.
Sugar smiled and held Vik’s hips steady before pushing in, the silicone sliding easily. The other attendant put a pillow roll under Viktor’s hips to help him stay at the right angle, and another one under his neck. Sugar bottomed out, circling her hips. Viktor keened, hands scrambling to grip the couch cushions below him. God what Jayce wouldn’t give to be his pillow right now, to feel those nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck, fuck- please Sugar please I- please!”
“Please what, dearest?”
“Fuck me, please, oh please- deep and- and hard, fuck- I need it, oh please-“
“How long since you last came to visit?” She said, teasing him, circling her hips again, causing Viktor to arch up and moan.
“Only a month- you don’t understand-“
“Oh of course I do, sweetheart, working next to that specimen of a man would naturally give someone… cravings.”
What? Jayce swallowed his noise of confusion and surprise. That had to mean himself, right? Though maybe that was his ego making assumptions.
Viktor moaned again, every inch of his body shaking. She seemed like she wanted something out of him, torturing him slowly.
“I- I tried, Sugar, I- I can’t reach, the way you can, please-“
She suddenly pulled out and slammed back in, the sound of Viktor’s relief loud and teary.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, please, oh please fuck me!”
Jayce further understood now. There was simply no way anyone would fuck Vik the way he wanted, not with his brace, his fragile bones, the air of illness around him. In Piltover Viktor was treated delicately, but here, in this brothel-
“Harder, more.”
-he could be ruined.
“I’ll ruin you, filthy class traitor, fucked your way into the academy, stupid slut.”
Viktor keened, blush painted across his chest and face. He actually liked what she was saying about him.
Jayce could never. If anyone dared imply he’d slept his way into the academy they’d get a hextech hammer to the side of their skull.
Oh- a hextech hammer wasn’t a bad idea, it could automate things in the forge, allow for more work with less physical effort-
Focus Jayce. Focus.
Viktor looked behind him now, calling the other girl forward with a curling finger. The girl apparently knew exactly what this meant as she eagerly swung her leg over Vik’s face and sat, burying him in her pussy.
Should he do that to Mel? Did he want to do that to Mel? He wanted Mel, certainly, but they hadn’t had much of chance to connect, since the hexgates were taking all of his time and attention. He didn’t really see the appeal of putting his mouth on someone’s privates. It wasn’t just a pussy, he would be hesitant to do that with either anatomy.
Viktor, though, clearly did not feel the same way. The woman moaned, gasping as he sucked on her clit, his hands grabbing at her ass, nails digging in when Sugar fucked him right. A gorgeous chain reaction.
“Tay…” His attendant whined, running her long nails over his bare shoulders.
“What?” He asked. He heard Vik groan and fuckin- grunt in a way that was doing things that Jayce didn’t want to think about. His cock throbbed, rubbing against his pants like it was teasing him itself.
“Can you eat me out?” She asked, tilting her head slyly. She moved off the arm of the chair and into his lap. She rolled her hips against his thigh, making his thigh twitch.
Jayce had never done that. Had, mere minutes ago, found the idea disgusting. But now a very hot lady was rubbing herself on his thigh and his dick-addled brain was reaching a very different opinion about eating her out.
“I-“ she took his face into her hands, running her fingers along the mask edge near his ears. She clicked a small button and the bottom half of his mask detached, revealing his mouth and nose. He mumbled and tried to drop his voice lower so no one would recognize him without the modifier. “I’ve never done that kind of thing before-“
“That’s okay!” She giggled again. “Vik can teach you.”
Jayce’s brain fully melted out of his ears. “He can what.”
“I can what?”
Jayce looked over at Viktor. He was breathing hard, his thin, pale stomach coated in his own cum. He looked, honestly, like a glazed donut.
Fuck now Jayce was thinking about cum-glazed donuts and how gross that would be. Focus.
“I was just thinking, since you ate Vanilla out so well-“ the pair of girls were called Sugar and Vanilla, that’s honestly pretty clever- “you could teach Tay how to do it?”
Viktor gave him that calculating look and FUCK Jayce didn’t know if he wanted him to say no or yes.
His cock certainly had an opinion though.
“Of course.” Viktor stood up and walked over towards him, leaned his forearms on his cane, smirking cutely. “On your knees, J- Tay.”
Several things. One- Vik was still completely naked. Two- Jayce, up until about 30 minutes ago when Viktor first got naked, considered himself pretty straight. Like 75% straight. Three- he didn’t like the fake name when it came out of Vik’s mouth.
Mouth dry and cheeks flushed, he slid off the chair and kneeled in front of it, hands on his knees.
“Good boy, Tay, such a good boy.”
He didn’t even register the choked gasp leaving his lips, he was too focused on the way his cock twitched in his pants, the way his stomach jolted.
He looked up to see his attendant now seated in the chair, legs spread to reveal her dark green panties. Jayce swallowed his drool.
“Go on.” A boney hand pulled the cover from his head (which he realized somewhere in the back of his still-rational mind was a bad idea) and tangled itself in his hair.
Now this, he knew he liked. How Vik knew was a mystery, but Jayce had always melted into a puddle when his hair got pulled.
Viktor pulled him forward and up towards her groin, and Jayce nearly forgot how to breathe, how to think.
“Kiss her, Jay- Tay.” Viktor fumbled, but Jayce barely heard it as he pressed his mouth to her. The panties were soaked with her juices, the taste divine.
He was wrong, earlier, about not wanting to do this. She hooked her legs over his shoulders, cocooning him in her thighs as he sucked and licked at her.
With one clumsy finger, he pulled the panties aside, so he could lick her directly.
“Good boy, Tay.” Gods, he could cum just from Viktor saying that. He wanted to do it just right, to follow Viktor’s directions. He needed to, needed to hear those words again.
Viktor changed to stroking his head, occasionally tugging his hair, and praising him liberally whenever he made her moan or jerk. The praise swirled in his mind and clouded every sense of rational judgment he once held. He needed more.
He sucked on her clit, the moan and Vik’s praise making his hips thrust forward of their own accord. He found no satisfaction, but kept moving in short little jerks like he couldn’t help himself.
He felt Viktor crouch beside him. “If you make her cum, Jayce, you and I can head back to a private room, hmm?” He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging them and sending shivers up his spine. “If you want, of course.”
He very much wanted, as he had figured out in the last few minutes, he wanted nothing more than to get to lay with Viktor. He’d go to the ends of Runeterra for the chance.
“Wh-“ he pulled off for a moment and looked up at her. “What do you want me to do?”
“Does my good boy need instruction?” Viktor’s accent holy FUCK. The word “instruction” rolls off his tongue, each letter pronounced with perfect clarity, making him feel like a small schoolboy getting disciplined. Jayce was losing it. His cock strained against his pants, hips jolting again.
Viktor looked up towards Jayce’s attendant. “Well, go on.”
“Keep doing what you were- you’re a natural-“ she sounded out of breath, and Jayce wasted no time getting back to sucking her clit. “Mm- oh god-“
“Tay, thrust your tongue inside.”
Jayce listened, pushing up so he could get better access, licking through her juices and pressing his tongue against her entrance. He hummed low in his throat, hoping to provide a slight vibration.
He felt her cum. Not only heard her moans but felt her tense around his tongue, a rush of slick coating his mouth. He pulled back, admiring her, spread out in the chair, hair all a mess.
“What’s your name?” He asked, panting. He watched her chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths.
“What?”
“Your name.” He licked his lips, still tasting her all over his face. “I never got it.”
“You can call me Andy.” She said. He couldn’t see her smile but it came through her voice.
“Aweso- HEY!” He had, somehow, forgotten about Viktor, who was currently pulling him up by his hair.
“What the fuck was that for-“ and then they were kissing.
Viktor tasted like pussy. Jayce also probably tasted like pussy. This was an irrelevant factor.
Jayce’s hands were on Viktor’s bony hips, Viktor’s hands were on his face, cupping his jaw. Long graceful fingers brushed across his beard scruff, traced his jawline until they hit the cold hard shape of the mask. They moved further up to his ears behind the mask, rubbing over the shell.
He wanted more of Viktor’s touch. More of his attention.
His lips weren’t soft, they were rough from small frustrated bites over difficult physics problems. His tongue entered Jayce’s mouth slowly, carefully exploring.
Viktor’s hands wandered down the broad expanse of his back, grabbing at the meat of his lats, blunt nails running over his skin. Their cocks rubbed against each other, Jayce groaning into Viktor’s mouth in response. He pulled back, causing Jayce to push forward and chase after his lips. “Private room?” he said coyly, looking up at Jayce through his thick eyelashes.
“I can carry you there.” He had wanted to carry Viktor for ages, he hated seeing him struggle, but never pushed for it. He knew Vik found it demeaning.
“Hmm. Alright. Don’t get any ideas about carrying me around the lab, though.”
“Of course.” Jayce made a move to pick him up, but Viktor gently pushed him back.
“Cane.”
“Oh! Oh right.” Viktor had once made it extremely clear to him that he was never, ever, to separate Viktor from his cane. The scolding came after Jayce had, without thinking, pulled Viktor’s wheeled stool over to show him something, unintentionally stranding him from his mobility aid. He got chewed out for that one. Honestly he was shocked it had left his possession for so long already.
After grabbing it and making sure it was safe in Viktor’s hands, Jayce picked Viktor up with ease.
“You need to eat more.”
“I’ve been told. Though maybe you need to work out less.” Viktor said cheekily, squeezing Jayce’s bicep.
Jayce rolled his eyes as he followed Andy to a smaller, darker lit room. “I don’t work out. I do all the manual labour for us. I don’t need exercise on top of that.”
This room had an actual proper bed, not just a couch. Jayce gently laid Viktor down upon it, then sat back on his heels.
Viktor sighed, settling down into the mattress before opening one eye lazily. “Are you going to do something?”
“I- uh-“
“Take the mask off, Jayce.”
He did so with no hesitation, unhooking the back clasp, removing it and setting it down beside him.
Viktor’s eyes surveyed him, from his flushed cheeks down his chest to the aching bulge in his pants. “Gods, you are gorgeous.”
“You too.” He said, trying to keep his eyes on Viktor’s face and not stare directly at his half hard cock. He did this my mentally counting each of Viktor’s moles, little brown stars speckled across his pale skin.
“Take your pants off, Jayce. It looks like it’s chafing.”
Rolling his eyes, he popped the button on his pants. He was so hard the zipper undid itself as his dick pushed against it. He pulled his fly down the rest of the way, stood up and quickly took off his pants and underwear.
Sparing a glance at Viktor, he had sat himself up on his elbows, mouth agape and cheeks rosy as he stared directly at Jayce’s cock.
“What’s the English expression? ‘Packing?’ You are packing.”
Jayce snorted. “Thanks.” He knew he was big, just under eight inches, and he was proud of it.
Viktor laid back and tapped his lips with two fingers. “Come. Fuck my face.”
Holy SHIT okay. Jayce scrambled up the bed, carefully planting his knees on either side of Vik’s head. Hands grabbing the headboard and with Viktor’s hands on his hips, he lowered himself down into the warm heat of Viktor’s mouth.
He was tempted, so very tempted, to sink all the way down, but he felt himself hit the back of Viktor’s throat and Viktor’s hands pushing him back. So he did, successfully getting most of his dick into that warm, wet, sucking heat.
“Oh- oh Viktor…” he mumbled, closing his eyes at the complete onslaught of pleasure. He thrust forward, involuntarily, but got a deep, throaty moan in response. Which only made him jerk again as the vibrations of Viktor’s throat surrounded his cock. “Fuck…”
He’s pushing up against the back of Viktor’s throat, and Vik only sucks harder.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He looks ruined, after two rounds with the girls and now this, drooling around Jayce’s cock as it stretches his lips. His eyes are shut, cheeks dusted pink, hair sweaty, he looks ravishing. Jayce felt himself overcome with desire to ravish him.
He lets out a breathy moan as Vik runs his tongue over the head, while his hand stroked the part of him that couldn’t fit in his mouth, before dipping lower to tease his sack.
“Oh- fuck- fuck-“ Jayce choked on air, fighting for control as he raced towards the edge. “Vik-“
Viktor doubled his efforts, grabbing Jayce’s hips with a crushing grip as he ran his tongue down the sensitive vein of his cock. Jayce moaned, toes curling and nails digging into the headboard, as his orgasm flooded him. He opened his eye to watch as he pumped his load into Viktor’s awaiting mouth. It’s a lot of cum, he’s sure, still squirting by the time he’s able to remember where on Runeterra he even is. The look on Viktor’s face stroked his ego as much as his mouth stroked his dick.
Viktor pulled off, lips red and spit-slicked. He swallowed, grimacing a bit, before falling back into the bed. “I want to fuck you.”
Jayce’s brain did the steampunk fantasy equivalent of bluescreening.
“Oh-okay. How?” Fair question, he thought, Viktor’s leg didn’t really seem up to thrusting.
“You ride me.”
“A-awesome. Yes. Sounds good.” Any way of having sex with Viktor was good in his book. Viktor scooted himself up so he could lean against the headboard.
“Turn around.” He said sternly. Jayce, confused, did so. “Up on your hands and knees, Jayce.”
“Uh- what are you doing?”
“Have you never been penetrated?”
“No.” Unlike Vik, apparently, he wasn’t into pegging. Or at least he wasn’t until tonight.
“Really? Fascinating. I’m going to open you up.” There was a click of the lube cap before Viktor’s fingers, warm and wet, traced his asshole. “I’m going to make sure you are ready for me. Relax.”
Jayce took a deep breath in and out, as Viktor pushed in with two fingers. Scissoring them, thrusting in and out, curling them up to rub against his walls. Jayce shuddered with every thrust, though it was too soon and the pleasure too little for his cock to harden again.
Though Viktor was trying his best to make it. “I’m adding a third finger.” No question, just warning him. Jayce still nodded, moaning high pitched and loud as three fingers push past his entrance.
He groaned as Viktor curved his wonderful long, lithe fingers down, rubbing firmly against his prostate. He felt the blood rush south as Vik relentlessly pleasured him. God he was driving him insane. Teasing him to no end.
“I do very much enjoy your vocalizations.” Viktor crooned. Jayce released his bottom lip from his teeth and let out a pitiful whine.
“Viktor- please-“ he needed him inside him, as soon as possible.
“You’re stretched enough. Or I’m just done waiting. Either way, turn around.”
Jayce did, legs on either side of Viktor, up on his knees. Slowly, carefully, Vik guided him down onto his lubed cock.
Just the head was a lot. Jayce let out an embarrassing whimper, thighs tensing as he paused, before easing himself down. Viktor’s eyes rolled back a bit before he shut them, mouth tense with pleasure. “Oh yes, Jayce, just like that, good boy.”
Jayce’s cock throbbed, precum spurting from the head, pushing him that extra bit to drop down, fully seated with Viktor inside him.
God it felt so fucking good. Fuck. It felt like he was made for this, made to be full of Viktor’s cock.
“Fuck- Fuck Jayce you are so gorgeous, so beautiful-“
And there’s the ego stroking he loves so much. He leaned forward and captured Vik’s mouth with his, moaning into the kiss as it quickly turns sloppy.
“Can- can I move? Please-“
“Yes- yes please, please move.”
He pushed up with his thighs, before lowering back down. Vik groaned.
“So tight- perfect, just perfect.” He hooked his arms around Jayce’s shoulders and kissed him deeply as Jayce continued moving up and down, circling his hips to try and hit whatever Viktor had been playing with earlier.
He found it, angling himself to grind Viktor’s cock head against his prostate with quick, rapid thrusts.
He’s going to become addicted to this. This fullness, stretched open, his prostate rubbed with every thrust. He’ll never be able to top again.
He grabbed the headboard for an ounce of support through the onslaught of pleasure, knowing that he couldn’t grab Viktor as firm as he needed to.
Viktor thrusted up, throwing all his weight into his hips, nailing Jayce’s prostate so hard he choked on his own spit. Precum dribbled from his cock where it lay untouched between his legs.
Viktor then grabbed his hips, holding him down, fully seated, on his cock. Jayce struggled for a moment, squirming, feeling the way Viktor twitched inside him. “Why- let me-“
“God, Jayce, it’s so good, you’re so good.”
”Viktor” he whined, cock throbbing again, orgasm drawing ever-nearer. ”Please.”
“Jayce I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to go hard and fast until I cum. Don’t worry about my body, just fuck me.”
Jayce nodded dumbly, too needy and desperate to think. Viktor patted his thigh and let him go.
Jayce pistoned his powerful thighs, muscles honed from years of forge work gleaming with sweat, as he fucked himself on Viktor’s cock with impressive speed.
“Oh fuck- fuck- you’re so strong, Jesus Christ… Jayce- Jayce oh god- mmh!” Viktor cried, voice turning to senseless babbles as Jayce continued, unceasing. His fingers dug into the meat of his thighs, holding on tightly like it was the only grasp he had on his self control.
He groaned, eyes rolling back as his mouth spewed utter filth. “Yes- yes- Jayce- ohhh fuck- cum on my cock Jayce, cum on my filthy Zaunite cock, sully your perfect Piltie body with my seed-“
“No- no- not sully- you- mmmmhffuck.”Jayce moaned as Viktor spat into his hand, wrapped around his aching cock and pumped him furiously. “Please- please make me cum Vik- I need to cum-“
He was so close, on a knife’s edge, just needed an extra shove, please-
“My good boy, Jayce, cum for me, so good, so perfect-“
His orgasm slammed into him like a truck, pleasure overtaking him, seed spilling across Viktor’s chest. He felt like he was ascending, each muscle in his core spasming as his mind went finally, blissfully blank. He can feel the way he tightened around Viktor, but barely comprehended the overwhelmingly pleasured look on his face as he too reached his climax.
He felt it, though, the hot spurts of cum as Viktor pumped him full. How could this ever been seen as sullying…
As they both came down, panting, breathless, Viktor impatiently started tapping his thigh. “Off.”
“One second.”
“My hip pain is not waiting a second, Jayce.”
Reluctantly, Jayce pulled himself off, feeling the disgusting gush of cum as he did so. He made a face. “Gross.”
Viktor lazily stretched his arms above his head, joints popping with the movement. “There’s an attached bath, but don’t use it.”
“Why?”
“Undercity water. It won’t be clean. And besides, I want cuddles.” Cuddles sounded adorable in a Russian accent, and Jayce was temped, but also… the cum was starting to dry and getting uncomfortable.
“I’m going to at least use a washcloth.” He said, standing up and padding to the bathroom.
“Alright.”
Vik was right, the water coming from the sink was tinged grey, definitely not ideal to bathe with. But for a quick clean up, it would do.
He washed himself, rinsed the cloth, came back and wiped Viktor’s chest and stomach clean. “Can we order, like- drinkable water?” He asked, and Viktor nodded, pushing himself up and grabbing a small metal bell from the side table. “Put your mask on.”
“I’ll just-“ Jayce wiggled himself under the covers, turned away from the door and squished his face into a pillow. “There.”
Viktor rang the bell, and someone came to take their order. Within a couple minutes there were two bright blue bubbly drinks in front of them.
Jayce sat up and grabbed his. “What is this?”
“A post sex drink. It’s got electrolytes.” Viktor said, sipping on it. “It tastes like lemonade, but fruitier.”
It did. It was really good.
Viktor put his on the side table, then pressed himself into Jayce’s side like an incessant cat. Jayce narrowly avoided spilling his drink all over himself as Viktor put all his weight onto his shoulder and arm. “Give me a second, Jesus.” He said, putting his drink aside and pulling Viktor into a more proper cuddle as the pair laid down.
Vik nosed at the space between his pecs, sighing contently. He laid himself fully on top of Jayce, declaring him the best pillow for the time being. Jayce wrapped his arms around him, securing him against his chest, tracing the bones of his spine up and down with his hand.
“We gotta go home soon.” Jayce mumbled.
“What time is it?”
“Late. Probably close to midnight.”
Viktor sighed. “Yes, you’re right. We should go. But before we do.”
“Mmh?”
“Can you do me a favour?”
“Sure. Anything.”
Instead of asking for the favour, Viktor squeezed the muscle of his bicep and asked “How much do you weigh?”
“Rude. Is this related to the favour?”
“Yes.”
Jayce sighed. “Around 200 pounds. Why?” He was 214 pounds exactly, which no one in their right mind would call light. Especially not Viktor, who was probably barely a hundred pounds soaking wet.
Viktor made a face Jayce would almost call giddy. “Can you lay on top of me?”
He tilted his head, confused. “Like-“
“Your entire body weight. Please.”
“No! No I’ll crush you.”
“You won’t, just lay down on me. It’s deep pressure.” Viktor rolled off of him, apparently getting into position for this incredibly weird favour.
Jayce sputtered as Viktor’s slight weight left his chest. “You’re not gonna be able to BREATHE.”
“Eh. Temporarily.” Vik said cheekily, smiling in that coy way that he knows makes Jayce do anything for him.
“Vik-“
“Please? I’ve wanted to ask you for a while- I just never thought it was appropriate.”
It was barely appropriate right now. Jayce bit his lip, considering. He knew Viktor knew his own limits, he trusted him. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
Jayce placed his hands on either side of VIktor’s head, above his shoulders, knees on either side of his thighs. He slowly lowered himself until their entire bodies were in contact, but he was still holding his own weight. “This okay?“
“Yes. Place your weight down please.”
Jayce started with his hips and legs, trying to ignore his brain yelling at him to be careful of Viktor’s leg.
Instead of a shout of pain, he got a deep sigh of relief. “That’s good, thank you Jayce.”
“You want me to lay the rest down now?”
“Please.”
Slowly, carefully again, he lowered his chest to Viktor’s, covering his arms with his, putting all his weight down onto Viktor’s fragile lungs. “There. I’m monitoring your breathing.”
“Alright.” Viktor mumbled. “Mmm. Thank you Jayce.”
“What… exactly is good about this?”
“It’s like. Mm. It’s like a whole body brace. Sort of. It’s supportive.” His breathing was shallower, but he was still breathing. “I discovered it as a child. When my leg would ache, I would press firmly down on my knee, with all my strength. The pressure relieves the pain, at least a little.”
“Like orgasms do?” He said without thinking.
“Yes. Though orgasms are a… different sort of relief. I discovered that as a teenager. Especially in the undercity, when pain medication was difficult to come by, I found masturbation to be a… brief respite.”
Trying to ignore the thoughts of a young Viktor stroking himself off to get a pain-free moment, thoughts that he wasn’t really sure if were arousing or not, he said “You’ve tried a lot, haven’t you? Of pain relief methods?”
Viktor nodded, eyes falling closed. “Pressure and heat are two consistent ones, hence…”
“This. Me as your giant, weighted heat pack.” That was oddly comforting, it reminded him that he was helping, not hurting him.
“Precisely.”
They laid together until Viktor’s breaths got too shallow for Jayce to be okay with this any longer. He pushed himself up, ignoring Viktor’s annoyed groan.
“I know, I know.” He said softly. “But you weren’t breathing deep enough. And it’s really late, we need to head home.”
“Curse you for being right.”
“It’s been known to happen.” He stood up, gathering their clothes and the mask. He handed Viktor his before getting dressed.
He finished knotting his cravat, smoothing his hair down to try and look less unprofessional.
“Pass me my cane?” Viktor asked. Jayce handed it to him, handle forward, and bit his tongue from asking if Viktor wanted any help up. He never did.
He did, however, hook his right arm through Jayce’s, cane in his left hand. Jayce smiled. It was a small gesture, but enough to show that Viktor trusted him. “Let us go.”
“You’ve paid, right?”
“Of course. You owe me.”
Jayce faux pouted. “Aw, I thought this was a gift? Was me riding you not payment enough?”
“No. I am a broke grad student.”
“So am I!”
“You are part of a house!”
“A crappy one!”
They continued playfully bickering down the hallway and out into the (not exactly clear) Undercity air. Jayce coughed, before reattaching the bottom section of his mask, which had a small air filter.
They began their walk through the streets of Zaun, bathed in the glow of neon signs. Jayce got stares, like he had on their way in, it was certainly the mask. Though, plenty of people ignored him and stared at Viktor- perhaps he was better known down here? As someone who “climbed the ladder?” Or… Jayce remembered what the prostitute had called him- as a traitor, even?
“You’re not… worried about being seen?”
“You’re asking this now?”
“I haven’t thought of it until now.”
Viktor set his jaw. “No. I’m not. I’d rather stir rumours than be ashamed of where I come from.”
“That’s honourable.” Jayce was an immigrant, from outside of Piltover and Zaun entirely, and he never spoke about where he came from.
“I try not to let Piltover convince me there’s something shameful about the Undercity. It’s a beautiful place.”
Jayce could see it. The beauty. It felt… rough, of course, but more real, and raw, than Piltover’s shiny exterior. It was beautiful in the way a gram-stained bacteria sample was beautiful.
He looked up through the many layers of pipes, houses and fissures to the starry sky above.
“Do you miss it?”
“No.”
Jayce bit his lip, questions rattling in his brain. He didn’t understand, but he supposed it wasn’t his place to. He didn’t need to.
They crossed the bridge into Piltover before either of them said another word.
“Did you have a good time?” Viktor asked, a slight wobble of insecurity in his voice.
“Oh my god, Viktor, of course I did, holy shit. You were- everything was incredible.” He couldn’t even think about it too much right now, or he’ll have to walk the rest of the way home with a boner.
“Good. I’m glad. Was I-“ he cut himself off and fiddled with his cane handle.
“What?”
“Was I your first man? I’m sorry, that’s not the right English-“
This time Jayce cut him off. “Yeah. You were. It was… sort of awakening.” That was an understatement. He felt like his third eye had been opened.
He always knew he probably was… more into men, than was typical for a man. Caitlyn had told him years ago that she was exclusively into women, so he knew there was nothing wrong with it. But even so… he’d never wanted to do the whole “looking inwards, discovering your feelings” thing. He was never in denial, but he had never really realized that he liked men.
“I could tell. I didn’t go into this with the intention to sleep with you, but…” Jayce hummed, encouraging Vik to continue. “You got this look on your face, when you were watching me. I can’t explain it, but I- uh- switched gears, as you say.”
Jayce could explain it. It was called getting so turned on he thought he might burst into his pants just from watching. It was not hard to deduce, but Viktor had always been bad with people’s expressions.
“I’m glad you did.” Jayce smiled. “Are you… you’re into both? Men and women?”
Viktor shrugged. “It’s complicated. I don’t think I’d ever date a woman. But sex is different.”
“Clearly. You ate her out.” God, just picturing that was stirring his libido.
He chuckled. “Yes, well, I prefer sex with men. But I am, uh- an equal opportunity whore.”
“Vik!” Jayce chastised him, gently shoving his shoulder.
“What? I like it! I get off on it!”
“VIKTOR!” Jayce felt heat rush to his face, he could be so crass. He didn’t feel like he heard near enough of that dirty mouth tonight.
“Oh now that we’re in Piltover you have an issue with me calling myself a whore?”
“I don’t-“
“Hello gentlemen.”
Without noticing, they had reached the Academy. And standing on the top step, as regally dressed as ever, was Councillor Medarda. The warm light from the main entrance behind made her appear to glow, face cast in shadow.
“Mel!” Jayce frantically tried to make his hair less sex-mussed, pulling his arm out of Viktor’s hold.
“Hello Jayce, Viktor.” Viktor gave her a polite nod.
“W-what are you doing here? It’s late.”
“Yes, exactly.” She made her way down the steps towards them. “I wished to speak with you in private once your workday ended, but you were gone.”
Fuck. FUCK. Shit he had fucked up. Not that he had to be at Mel’s beck and call 24/7, but it would certainly help their project if he was!
“Oh, yeah- Viktor wanted to show me around the undercity.” The best lies were close to the truth. “W-with it getting so tense down there, we wanted to take this opportunity.”
“Must’ve been nice.” She gave Viktor a look that Jayce couldn’t decipher. Was it jealousy? “Though, Jayce, I do want to remind you that you are growing a reputation.” She reached up to his chest and adjusted his cravat. “And a growing reputation can be easily damaged.”
“I- of course.”
“So, just… be mindful, of the places you choose to visit.” Her hand rested on his forehead. Why was she always touching him? It made it so hard to think. “It wouldn’t be beneficial to your cause if there were rumours of you visiting the undercity for more… unsavoury reasons than a walk around the neighborhood.” Did she know? Was he spotted? Jayce felt his pulse race under his skin. “I’ve heard the shimmer situation is growing, down there.”
Oh GOOD. She was just concerned he was a fucking SHIMMER ADDICT. “I would never, Mel, you know me-“
“I know, but the public doesn’t. I’ll talk with you tomorrow, okay?” Mel grazed his bicep as she walked past, giving him a gentle smile.
“Yeah! Okay! See you tomorrow.” Jayce was so looking forward to that chat. He could probably smooth it over, though, Heimerdinger once remarked that Mel was ‘easily charmed’ by him. He always seemed to end up on her good side.
They continued walking through the silent streets. “She seems lovely.” Viktor sounded… bitter.
Jayce cringed. “Listen, Vik, Mel supports us, supports hextech, we- I should prioritize her happiness. She can make sure we’re funded through the next decade, or longer!”
“Of course.”
“It’s fine, I’ll just meet with her tomorrow. I bet if I- I bet I can secure us funding. Don’t worry.”
“You plan to seduce her into supporting hextech?”
“Oh, well- when you say it like that it sounds bad. I like her too, Vik. She’s really pretty.” It felt… wrong, to say this to someone he had just slept with, but Viktor had said that sex and romance were separate, so maybe it was purely physical for Viktor. And Jayce had always… felt something, for Mel. He had just discovered his feelings for Viktor tonight. It was complicated, and he was too tired to sort anything out.
Viktor tilted his head, like he was studying a problem Jayce couldn’t see. “Jayce, before today, you had never visited a prostitute, correct?”
“Um- yes?”
“Well… I thought Piltover had banned every ounce of prostitution, but now I see it has simply moved to… subtler means.”
“What do you mean?”
“Is what you’re doing, with Mel, not prostitution?”
Jayce froze, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “What?!”
Viktor continued past him, pausing a couple steps ahead. He looked back at Jayce. “You provide Mel with your attention, your… affection, even. And in return, your projects get funded. What is that if not prostitution?”
Jayce felt his face flush as he struggled with a suitable answer. “I haven’t slept with her-“
“Yet.”
The silence was heavy.
Viktor shrugged. “It is fine. It benefits both of us for you to… do what you do with her. Remember, sex does not inherently have meaning behind it.” He said, resuming their walk. Jayce didn’t move to follow him, instead anxiously shaking his hand as he built up the courage to say what was on his mind.
Fuck it, might as well ask. “…did ours?”
“What?”
“Our… sex. Did it have meaning behind it for you?”
Viktor paused, turned back and looked at Jayce with that clinical, analytical expression. He looked him up and down, and then his face softened. “…Yes.”
“Oh, well- me too.”
“Good. We are in agreement.” Viktor began walking again, and this time Jayce did catch up with him.
“So-“
“So what?”
“What are we then? Boy- boyfriends?”
He looked down at Viktor expectantly, but he just smiled, coy. “Well, not if you’re going to court the councillor, right?”
“…Right.”
Viktor looped his arm through Jayce’s again, dropping his voice down to a just above a whisper. “I don’t mind being your ‘thing on the side,’ Jayce. You go make us money, like a good little whore.”
Jayce barely stifled a whimper. “My bedroom?”
Viktor grinned. “With pleasure.”