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A Taste of the Divine

(Free Use + Public Sex) Viktor gleefully reminds Jayce that being the chosen consort of the Herald comes with perks. Jayce happily obliges. Or, at least he will if Viktor can manage to stay quiet.

Notes: Honestly, not much I can add here other than to say that the Hexcore augmented Viktor's physiology slightly more in this fic than it might've in the show. But who knows lol! Hex lubricant is a hell of a thing, and Viktor is part machine, right? So his body secreting lubricant makes perfect sense. Yes, I do need professional help. Why are you asking? Come hang out with me on Bsky, Tumblr, or Discord if you wish to help reduce my remaining sanity to zero quicker lol I'm always happy to hear from your all! https://linktr.ee/SkvaderArts

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Against his better judgement, Jayce joined the commune.

He'd tried. Truly, he had. But the moment their eyes met, he was enraptured, entangled in the inescapable web that was his boundless affection for Viktor. His overwhelming sentimentality that could not be tempered by any earthly force. He'd thrashed about; he'd fought the magnetic pull between them with all the strength that he could muster, but as duty became obfuscated by fear, and fear was gradually replaced with fondness, his resolve wavered, and he was gently lulled into the sweet embrace of the one he held so dear.

“Don't look up” would've been an invaluable piece of advice at the time. A stark warning against the very thing that would eventually undo him. But it was far too late now. In hindsight, Jayce should've known better. He'd always thought Viktor had pretty eyes. So how could he be expected to gaze into them and snuff out the light within like a smouldering wick pressed between his fingertips?

Perhaps destruction wasn't the only path forward. Perhaps…

But that had been a lifetime ago. Or, it felt like it, at least. Now, that day was nothing more than a fleeting dream. A memory tugging at his subconscious, muddled with so many other things. The cave. The ruined world he'd spent months trapped in. The look on that child's face in the Shimmer refinery as the life had faded from his eyes, and the look of deranged grief and madness in his mother's as she’d taken her revenge.

Jayce awoke with a start, panting heavily and drenched in sweat despite the abundance of cool air. He blinked, the haze of sleep clouding his vision like a film over glass. It always felt so strange when he first awoke for the day. There was always this tangible undercurrent of otherness that he couldn't shake. Always that moment of apprehension where he knew with grim certainty that he would open his eyes and be greeted by the stone walls of his personal purgatory, and the dying flame of a fading campfire. 

Nothing was ever different when coherence returned. Still, he waited for the inevitable. This was a beautiful dream. Nothing more.

His breathing slowed, and his eyes adjusted to the scant natural light. A cloudy day, if the oculus above was anything to go by. He typically rose with the sun, but it appeared that he'd slept in today. And why wouldn't he? The bed was comfortable, something that had become an immediate priority upon his arrival. There hadn't been a scrap of furniture anywhere to be seen when he'd stumbled into the commune, Mercury Hammer in hand. Murder on his mind. But despite it all, despite the grave nature of his transgressions against him, Viktor had extended an olive branch. Had invited him to stay. Insisted that he be comfortable and well cared for. And in time, Jayce had capitulated and allowed Viktor to fuss over him. Had seen his vision and the power behind his voice, flawed as its execution might be. Had, against his better judgement, agreed to stay and join the commune rather than destroy it. Perhaps the truest path forward was to mend what was broken rather than destroy it in its entirety.

Still, Jayce hadn’t allowed Viktor to heal him. On that, he would not budge. He’d been touched by the Arcane. Seen what it was capable of firsthand. It could repair the physical damage done to his body, it could halt the ravages of time, but it could never make him whole. Not like Viktor could.

Viktor didn’t press the issue despite being baffled by it. On some level, he seemed to understand, even if he longed to take his pain. But he respected his decision, something that had made Jayce quietly guilty ever since. If only he’d afforded him the same respect all those months ago. For Viktor’s sake, not his own. No matter how painful it would’ve been. But even now in hindsight, he knew what choice he would’ve made if he could rewind time. And despite the inherent selfishness of it, despite the consequences he now knew it would induce, he wouldn’t choose differently. And he was ashamed to admit that he wasn’t ashamed of that.

There had been compromises along the way. Harsh truths they'd been forced to confront. Old wounds that festered and became inflamed until they were expunged entirely. And with it came the understanding that their unrequited love was far from one-sided. The hardest part had been admitting as much, but the reunification that followed was a thing beyond words. Beyond the mortal concept of union. They were destined, their paths converging once again as they vowed to never stray from one another again. From their shared vision of what progress for those who needed it most could become. From their loyalty to one another above all else.

Yawning, Jayce rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reflexively reached over to the opposite side of the bed, only to find it woefully empty. And in its place, a note, gently scrawled in Viktor’s flowing, cultivated penmanship.

Jayce.

You rarely indulge in fitless slumber. I thought it best to allow such a novelty to continue for as long as possible. You've been fatigued as of late. You don't conceal it as well as you think you do. And I am glad for that.

Ah. Another matter. I would be remiss not to remind you that I am at your disposal should you require me at any time for any reason. Make of that statement what you will.

You know where to find me. I trust I will see you soon.

Your consort, 

Viktor.

Consort. It was an impossibly loaded designation replete with such magnitude and purpose, but one with which he was gradually becoming accustomed to. Every member of the commune addressed him as such, marveling in awe at him as he passed, just as they did with Viktor. A position that no amount of loyalty could make attainable. A singular honor bestowed upon no other, and with it, privileges that were only his to relish.

He was the only one the Herald allowed to touch him. The only one his fingertips had graced more than necessary. The only one who called him by his true name and who, he in turn, addressed to an equivalent degree. The only one permitted within the consecrated reliquary of their exalted leader. The only one he allowed to lie at his side. He was Viktor’s heart.

And today, Jayce would touch him.

Jayce didn’t put much thought into it. Smirking as he carefully set the note aside, he collected himself, donned his attire, and slipped on his leg brace, adjusting it. Jayce wore a combination of Viktor’s colors and his own. Red with accents of gold tempered by equal amounts of blue. Something else uniquely his. No one else wore the Herald’s colors. Jayce couldn’t help but notice the way his smirk deepened at the notion, something about the possessive implications of it arousing something inside of him.

Viktor had always been divine, even before he’d become the Herald. And Jayce was the sole person in this universe whom Viktor wanted. Who was permitted to partake from Viktor in such a way. Who he relished the touch of and craved intimacy with, though he was too fond of games to verbalize that. Jayce was not a tool to be utilized; he was a hand, fingers intertwined with Viktor’s that moved every piece alongside him in equal standing.

Something about being chosen stirred something within him every time the thought crossed his mind. He was wanted. Longed for. He wanted for nothing here but more time to spend with Viktor. And today, he had that, even if the context he had in mind was a bit… Unorthodox.

Making his way to the greenhouse, Jayce paused momentarily outside the door. From the height of his eyeline, he was provided with a peek into what lay on the other side. A vibrant array of plants in a menagerie of colors. The faint trickle of water. And at the center of it all, a silhouette. He smiled.

Creeping plants trailed across the ground, and vines and moss climbed the walls of the domed space. Portholes providing light and fresh air from outside riddled the roof and walls in seemingly randomized intervals about halfway up, a design that was as aesthetically pleasing to the eye as it was difficult to comprehend from a design standpoint. Surely there was a method to Viktor’s madness in regards to his designs for the commune’s structures. He’d always been something of an artist, doodling in his notebook even back during their Hextech heyday. The Arcane had influenced the design; that much was clear as day. But Jayce only wished that Viktor could grant him a glimpse into his mind so that he could better comprehend how his ideas took shape.

Jayce slipped inside. The greenhouse was Viktor’s sanctuary. A blessed retreat he could hide away in from the troubles of the world. Perhaps the crowning achievement of his work to better Zaun’s environment. In a place once overwhelmed by toxic fumes and pollution, there was now life. In defiance of what once was, there was now everything that could be.

A cursory glance around the space told him everything that he needed to know. They were alone, as he’d expected. It was rare that anyone came into Viktor’s hallowed sanctuary, but Jayce still had to be sure before he acted on their mutual desire for one another.

Viktor stood with his back to him a few paces away, running his fingers delicately across the surface of a large leaf that he seemed to be assessing. Utterly lost in thought and focused on the task at hand. He didn’t react to Jayce’s presence in the slightest, almost as though he didn’t exist. Until the precise moment that Jayce reached around from behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Jayce.” He sounded so amused by the notion that his lover actually thought he’d managed to sneak up on him.

“Viktor.” Jayce quipped back effortlessly, leaning in to rest his chin against the top of his shoulder. “Have you been waiting for me?”

“Not at all,” Viktor retorted dryly, only just managing to conceal the smirk that spread across his lips. He turned his head to the side, pretending to focus on the plant he was examining, but Jayce knew better.

Today was going to be fun.

“Oh, well in that case,” Jayce said with an almost sarcastic degree of feigned injury, crossing his left arm across Viktor’s chest. He leaned in, pressing the front of his pelvis against Viktor’s lower back as he gripped him tightly, allowing just enough leeway for Viktor to continue his work. He allowed him to feel him; to detect his breath as it ghosted across the back of Viktor’s ear as he purred in a hushed tone, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Then I suppose you aren’t interested, are you, Viktor? My mistake.”

Viktor went still, the faint purple underglow of the ebb and flow of Arcane energy that coursed like a current through his body fluctuating momentarily before he regarded Jayce out of the corner of his eye. The look held no ambiguity. Good. They were on the same page, then.

The exterior of Viktor’s body was plagued by a woeful lack of broader sensation, robbed of the capacity to detect temperature, texture, or contract unless it was prevalent. The inside of him had no such issue.

“... Wait.”

“Yes? Can I help you with something…” Jayce asked as he kissed the space just below Viktor’s ear, the timbre of his voice low and sultry. Was it sacrilege to seduce an oracle? “How may I serve you… My Herald.”

Viktor shuddered. Despite their titles, they never used them with one another. There was no need. Pretence of authority simply didn’t exist between them. They remained, and always had been, equals. But between the cage-like grasp of Jayce’s arms, his manner of speaking, and the press of him against Viktor’s backside as Jayce made his intentions crystal clear, he felt what little purely human flesh that still remained on his face and neck redden in response despite his best efforts to appear impartial. Something in his chest fluttered. Jayce had his permission, but he was still going to ask before he took something.

Steering him forward to sit against the planter they stood before, Jayce watched Viktor sit. He was the very image of divine grace and elegance, sitting with one leg overtop the other as he allowed his hand to rest against his neck. Jayce leaned in and seized him in a stifling kiss, savoring the feel of his soft lips and the taste of the strange metallic tang of his spittle as he delved into the depths of Viktor’s mouth. He guided him onto his back, planting his palms down on either side of his meager frame as he devoured him hungrily, searching his mouth like a prospector delving deep for gold. As if every inch of his body wasn’t gilded and glorious already.

“I’ll give you whatever you want. But you have to ask me for it. Nicely.” Jayce hummed as he pulled away, parting Viktor’s robes just enough to reveal him. He dipped low, raising Viktor’s right leg over his shoulder as he tilted him to be partially on his side. Viktor grasped the side of the earthen planter with his hand, regarding him with a bemused look on his face.

“Jayce...” Jayce could hear the way he blushed. It was precious.

“And here I thought you already knew what you wanted.” He proclaimed with a fraudulent air of sanctimoniousness. It was all an act; a performance for their mutual enjoyment. But nothing about the heady look of desire that bloomed in Jayce’s gaze as he lined himself up with Viktor’s entrance and his eyes burrowed into his very soul spoke any falsehoods.

Viktor smiled warmly, reaching up to brush the back of his hand against the side of Jayce’s face and neck, his own eyes heavy with unspoken desire. Gods. It was nothing new to him at this point, but Viktor was frequently taken aback by just how earthshatteringly fetching a full beard looked on Jayce. How did he keep finding ways to become more attractive? Incredible.

Viktor’s eyes turned fully golden brown again, gleaming like polished amber in the cascading sunlight. “I want you. As I always have. As I always will.”

Pausing for a moment, Jayce simply stared at him in adoration, eyes brimming with a complex sequence of emotions that he could neither properly process nor rectify. He kissed him delicately; hungrily as though he could swallow him whole should he muster enough devotion.

And then he pressed in and watched as Viktor’s pupils dilated fully.

He took in a sharp intake of air as he pressed in slowly but unyieldingly, just the way Viktor liked it. Feeling the smaller man’s legs tremble. The warmth of him was intoxicating, as was the downy slickness of his muscles as he glided into him. One of the few upsides to the Hexcore’s meddling was the way it adapted Viktor’s biology to suit Viktor’s purposes. The way it repaired and restructured his damaged spine and leg, and mended his damaged lungs. This was one of them. A discovery they’d made purely by accident one night when things got a bit too hot and heavy too quickly.

Jayce often doubted the validity of his reality. But at moments like this, all doubt faded into the ether. For how could his weary, trauma-addled mind ever hope to bring a fantasy of this magnitude into existence? How could it conceive of the sensation of how Viktor would feel around him as he pressed in up to the hilt? The way Viktor’s chest vibrated like the low, seismic hum of the Hexgates as he purred in reaction to the feel of him. The scent of ozone and cobalt mixed with Arcane energy as Jayce leaned in and drilled ever deeper before withdrawing and doing it all over again.

Viktor was a god. And Jayce was the only one who could undo him.

Viktor’s breath caught in his chest as he used the back of his hand to stifle a cry. Jayce reached up and batted his hand away, grasping his cheeks and chin between his thumb and index finger as he shushed him soothingly, his pace increasing dramatically. That look in Viktor’s eyes did unspeakable things to Jayce. He gave him a fierce stare, his half-lidded eyes drifting from Viktor’s stomach, chest, and face towards the exterior of the greenhouse walls as he raised a brow at Viktor disapprovingly. He didn’t need to point out that the greenhouse was not sound resistant.

But as his eyes drifted over Viktor again, his gaze softened. He genuinely pitied the plight of any soul who wasn’t fortunate enough to be him. To look upon Viktor with reverence as he trembled in their arms, breath coming out in thick, uneven puffs as Jayce brushed against precisely the right spot inside of him. To worship every inch of his body as though it were a holy sepulcher in a sacred place lost to time. To offer oneself to him, boy and soul; flesh and bone. The air hummed with energy, and Viktor’s eyes almost seemed to glow as his body pulsed with cosmic energy, the rhythm growing stronger, faster, and more pervasive with each thrust of Jayce’s hips. His head fell back against his shoulder, his insides clenching around Jayce as the taller man brushed the hair out of Viktor’s face and kissed him deeply.

“Let me see you,” Jayce commanded firmly but affectionately. It was time.

Viktor couldn’t respond. Couldn’t muster enough air to form a proper response. Instead, he merely nodded and obliged, his walls crumbling as the muscles in his sprinter clenched around Jayce’s length like a vice in unpredictable intervals. His entire body glowed violet as surges of pleasure elongated by the strained motion of Jayce’s shaft penetrating him in time with his spasms overtook him, dragging a scream from him that Jayce had to hastily muffle with one of the trails of his own robe in tandem with the palm of his hand. Jayce rested his head against Viktor’s shoulder and chest, gasping breathlessly at the sensation. He released deep within him, shuddering feebly as an overabundance of sensation overtook him. Viktor moaned deeply, slumping over as he milked him for every drop he contained, his thighs quaking like the membrane of a drum as he lost himself in the sensation. In the sound of Jayce breathing against him as he grasped his small hip as though it were the only lifeline in a passing storm.

It was as if his body had been engineered for this. It almost seemed to adjust to him in new ways each time they made love, his body changing to better suit their pleasure. As if his passage had been sculpted for the sole purpose of dragging an earthshattering orgasm from him. Ever evolving. Ever glorious. Time and time again, Viktor proved himself to be a marvel.

Neither of them dared move for the time being, let alone fathom speaking. Exhausting weighted heavily on them, settling into flesh and bone; metal and alloy ligaments. Viktor let out an amused huff as Jayce slowly slid free of him, now achingly limp and nearly overstimulated. Gazing up at him in nothing short of awe as Viktor regarded him in wordless adoration. He reached up and rested his hand against the back of his shoulder, rubbing broad, reassuring circles against his skin as he traced the silhouette of his shoulder blade. Viktor closed his eyes and allowed his body to go completely limp, humming softly in satisfaction.

Jayce huffed back at him, pressing a kiss against his lips. Smiling.

One could only hope that no one was in need of them for the foreseeable future. Neither of them could stand, let alone walk or perform miracles. No. For now, they would remain as they were; entangled in one another’s arms as Viktor idly stroked Jayce’s back, careful not to press against the long gash that had yet to fully heal. Jayce kissed along the contours of Viktor’s neck and jaw, making sure to mark him with proof of his everlasting reverence. There was nothing between them anymore but silence and sincerity; nothing but the subtle sound of breath and trickling water.

If love was a wellspring, then their waters were overflowing.

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When people say “get a room,” this isn’t quite what they mean, guys…

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In truth, he’d underestimated just how challenging it would be.

Moving to the Undercity hadn’t been his first choice, but at the time, it had seemed like just as good a choice as any. What was important was that it got him out of Piltover. Out from underneath the prying eyes of those who dug too deeply and asked too many questions.

The trial a few years back had been… messy. It had turned his entire world upside down at the drop of a hat and had left him with little recourse but to relocate to a place where more clandestine activities went largely unnoticed. To where his research could continue. To the Undercity. To Zaun.

He knew his mother probably still worried about him. Cait still wrote him letters in secret and had them sequestered away for him to read. He needed to visit them. He missed them both terribly. He didn’t have a friend to speak of in Zaun. If he did, maybe they would’ve talked him out of walking around town in the dead of night alone in an ill-fated attempt to get back to his dwelling without being gutted and having his pockets turned out.

Alas, no one quite fit the bill.

But as Jayce yawned and stumbled lamely down the neon-lit streets of the lanes towards the ramshackle structure he dared call home, he found his eyes drifting towards something through the haze of steam and industrial smog that rose from the road below. Something had caught his eye.

The shape of a figure standing with their back to him in a doorway, hallowed by the faint light that shone from inside the establishment they lingered near. Their golden hair came to just past their shoulders, hanging loosely against the back of the sheer, robe-like garment they wore. He could see the outline of their lithe body through the fabric. Every slight curve and delicate flex of fabric as it wafted gently in the breeze. The way the sheer material clung to their body and the negligee that they wore, accentuating their body in a way that was uniquely arresting to him. He paused briefly, breath catching in his chest.

They were eye-catching. Enchanting. Enticing.

He was staring.

As if they could feel his eyes upon them, the individual stiffened slightly and turned their head just enough to regard him from over their shoulder. Just enough to perhaps catch a glimpse of his visage as he passed by on the opposite side of the street. He wouldn’t know. He didn’t intend to find out.

Jayce averted his eyes and hurried along.

So far as he had fallen in life, he liked to think that he still possessed common courtesy. Still clung to the manners and basic decency required to not stare at an attractive stranger on the street like they were something delicious he intended to sample from a street cart. Jayce would hurry along to his quarters and think no more of this chance encounter, just as he imagined the attractive stranger would do. It would be a transient thing, forgotten in a week's time. No more, no less.

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Or so he liked to believe.

In truth, he’d tried to stay away. Tried to assure himself that the brief glances he stole as he passed by the establishment on the way home each night meant nothing. That the lingering stare he’d shared with a stranger over their shoulder that night and never again wasn’t meant to mean anything. It wasn’t an invitation for more. But something about their bearing bewitched him, ensnaring him like the call of a siren to the rocks. And he would abide willingly, if only to shake the curiosity from his mind. 

He thought of little else these days. Not his research, nor his mounting loneliness. He couldn’t focus. His curiosity, once one of his most endearing features, had turned on him and become a plague that haunted him every waking hour, and stole sleep from him for good measure. Perhaps a brief diversion was just what the doctor ordered. Something to clear his mind.

Not that any doctor worth their salt would advise him to go to a brothel…

He hadn’t noticed it at the time, but that was indeed what the prominent old building was. He’d assumed it to be one of Zaun’s many speakeasies or clubs at a glance, unfamiliar with the telltale signs that he was overlooking. And why wouldn’t he? He hadn’t exactly frequented such establishments back during his time in Piltover. But when a man had been tossed from the doorway with little more than his boxers on by a half-dressed young woman, Jayce had finally managed to put two and two together.

So here he stood against his better judgement, the door to the brothel looming like a great iron weight despite the fact that it was average-sized at best.

Jayce swallowed thickly as though he were being held at gunpoint, running his hand down his face as he cupped his chin and bottom lip with his open palm. He could think of several people who would kill him if they knew what he was up to. He had half a mind to do it for them. It wasn’t so much the prospect of what the establishment was known for. He didn’t look down on the trade as many were he hailed from pretended to do before indulging their desires regardless. He hardly thought about it, in fact. He had no reason to. No, it was the inherent patheticness of going to such a place to try and find a date. That was precisely the opposite of what an establishment like this was for.

Did he even look presentable in his current attire? Dark green seemed to be a popular color in Zaun. Should he have made an effort to do something about the slight stubble that plagued him? It was too late now. If he returned home to sort it out, he would lose his nerve.

With a sigh, he reached out toward the door to knock, only to find it being snatched open, and a patron flung out towards him. He side-stepped the individual and the door reflexively, his eyes darting over towards the bouncer who held the door open with a suspicious look. Jayce froze. Had he come to the wrong door?

As if sensing the growing unease that had settled over the back of the establishment, a figure emerged from the shadow cast by the long, dark hallway. An older female Yordle, much to his surprise. She casually waved off the security guard and turned her attention to Jayce, giving him a pleasant, almost endearing smile. “Oh my, don’t you look lost, dear. Is there anything I can help you with? Anyone in particular I can help you find?”

It was a simple question, but one that still made him blush regardless. For some reason, he just hadn’t expected her to ask him that.

“Yes, I umm…” Jayce’s tongue suddenly stopped functioning properly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders before exhaling heavily as if to physically shake the nerves from his body. “I’ve been past here a few times before searching for a particular woman who I believe works here, but I haven’t seen her since. A blonde?”

She folded her arms, smirking slightly as she raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess: tiny little string bean of a thing with a teensy little huggable waistline and shoulder-length, slightly wavy platinum blonde hair? Probably weighs one hundred pounds sopping wet? That sound about right?”

Jayce rubbed the back of his neck. His blush deepened. He simply nodded in response. Yep, that sounded spot on, actually.

The madam grinned. “You're in luck, dear. I believe their schedule is nice and clear for the evening.”

Before Jayce could ask her to elaborate, a figure joined her at the door, and Jayce felt his eyes go wide and his mouth fall slack as he beheld the individual in question. They were just as described, wearing a lacey gold and brown basque corset with matching underwear attached to the upper garment via little suspenders. They wore long black sheer socks held aloft by garters that accentuated the length of their long, thin legs, snaking up to just above the knee. A sage green wrap adorned their slim shoulders, falling over them like water parting against stone. Their right leg was encased in a golden brace, seemingly to help with their movement as they stood leaning against the doorway of the establishment to take the weight off it. Their platinum blond hair, which Jayce now realized was a very good dye job, was pinned back in a messy bun with a golden butterfly clip, loose strands of hair hanging like curtains around their high, sharp cheekbones and soft lilac eyes. He recognized that purple glow. Shimmer exposure, no doubt partially due to residual amounts of it that clung to the air of the brothel. They were stunning, otherworldly in their beauty. It was akin to beholding a sculpture carved from fine marble by a skilled artisan.

Only, as it turned out, she wasn’t actually, well...

Oh.

Oh.

Well. Making assumptions based on attire was one habit he now realized he should’ve left behind in Piltover. Such conventions and rigid laws of conformity to a standard of gendered dress were nonexistent in Zaun. It was something he’d noticed rather quickly after moving there. A habit that he needed to discard at his earliest convenience, as it no longer served him any purpose.

And yet, his curiosity persisted. More than that, it deepened in ways that Jayce never would’ve expected, giving him pause for a moment as he contemplated the implications of it all. Nothing about this discovery changed anything about how he felt. In fact, if anything, it only deepened his sense of intrigue, something that he wholly didn’t expect. This young man, this stranger, was still easily the most attractive person he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. And it wasn’t even entirely down to their appearance. They were gorgeous, to be sure, but something about their bearing; there was a keen intelligence behind that shimmer-hazed gaze.

The blond man looked him up and down, his head never moving as he regarded him neutrally. Jayce rubbed the back of his neck bashfully as he felt those eyes trail up his body, lingering just below his eyeline. And then they flickered up towards him, eyelashes batting at just the right angle. A slight quirk of the corner of his lip followed suit. 

“Babyette tells me you are… curious?”

Gods, that voice…

Jayce felt his mouth go bone dry as he stared blankly, all intelligent thought vacating his mind like a burning building. The sound of his voice, the timbre of it in conjunction with the soft, lilted quality of his accent, was entirely too much for him. All he could do was smile earnestly and nod as his blush deepened, hoping beyond hope that he didn’t look like as much of a mindless sycophant as he felt like he did.

“Are you going to come inside, or are you content to continue peeping from outside?” He said with a soft smile. He seemed almost amused. Oh gods.

“Peeping?!” Jayce blanched, genuinely horrified by the accusation. Sure, he was at a brothel propositioning one of its most tenured courtesans, but peeping was entirely beneath his dignity. The irony was not lost on him, nor was the mental image of the opinion he must be forming about his lack of character. Jayce couldn’t abide it. “No, no, you've got it all wrong. I'm-”

“Peeping. Through the side door, and the window once or twice throughout the week for the last week or two. Yes, I've noticed.” The blond folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow aloft as a look of sardonic satisfaction crossed his face.

Jayce shook his head in certitude, biting his bottom lip. He felt his heart pound as if it were trying to escape his chest. “I was NOT peeping… “

“Leering, then?” He said flatly, a small chuckle rising from within his chest. It would’ve been adorable if Jayce weren’t already so flustered.

“No, no!” He huffed in frustration, looking down towards the ground as his shoulders slumped. The blond couldn’t see his face from where he stood above him on the building’s slight stoop, but he was pouting ever so slightly. Jayce sighed, sure that he couldn’t convince him, but unwilling to let the indictment stand either way. “I was… looking for you.”

Something softened as they beheld him, a look of something he couldn’t quite place in their eyes. They curled their thin fingers inward, beckoning him closer. And then they spoke softly. “I jest. Come in. It's going to rain.”

Jayce raised his head, his mouth parting in one corner as he huffed.

“How do you know it's going to-” A loud crash of thunder shook the sky behind him, startling Jayce as he practically sprinted through the doorway in response in a manner that was as profoundly unflattering as it was unintentional. The sound had genuinely startled him, high-strung as he was at present. The smaller of the two reached over and nonchalantly closed the door, earning him a strange, almost suspicious look from Jayce.

“Call it a hunch. Call it the intuition in my bones when the weather becomes damp.” His eyes swept slowly up and down his body again as he watched Jayce stand up straight, smirking in amusement in what dim light the dark hallway provided. Something scintillated behind his lavender irises. His bottom lip trembled ever so slightly as his gaze rose to meet Jayce’s. “Or perhaps I just happen to have two perfectly functional eyes that comprehend that light travels faster than sound. Your pick.”

Jayce’s brow rose in amusement. His sense of humor was utterly precious. He could only shake his head in disbelief at how smitten he was. “Ha ha…”

“Come. I have just the place in mind.” The blond said in a sultry tone, motioning for him to follow along behind him. Deeper into the bowels of the establishment. Into the belly of the beast.

Jayce nodded and followed him a ways. Past open and closed doors and curtains pulled shut. Beyond the wafting scent of Shimmer and tobacco smoke and the gentle melody of ambient music. Down the darkened hallway, lit only by distant flashes of lightning from beyond the walls of the establishment that made the stained glass windows glow like crystal. Jayce paused, earning him a somewhat nonplussed look from his companion.

“Wait, I… what do I call you?” Jayce inquired gently, folding his hands together in front of himself. For some reason, he was struggling to even make eye contact with him. He wasn’t afraid. And yet, something about the suddenness of it all unnerved him. He wanted to know who this beautiful stranger was, even if only a little. “Will you tell me your name? Please?”

He seemed to linger on the request, mouthing the words to themself faintly for a moment as though the syllables were foreign beyond comprehension. As though it had been a passing long time since anyone had asked him such a question. Jayce watched him physically weigh the pros and cons of divulging this information to him. And then unexpectedly, gently, a diminutive, almost tired smile spread across his face.

“It’s Viktor.”

—

The room was nicer than he imagined it would be.

A single, stained glass window adorned the back wall, providing light to a large shrub of some variety that sat in front of it on a table. Or it would be if the sheer curtains weren’t closed, and the dark of night had not settled over Zaun. There was a dark green chaise lounge to one side of it, flanked by another tall fern with lush leaves. The back wall was adorned with dark forest green wallpaper depicting some sort of woodland setting, and warm sage and cedar scented candles adorned the bedside tables and dresser in the far corner of the room. He was starting to detect a theme.

Viktor guided him almost lazily towards the large bed at the center of the room. A large, round thing nestled into a concavity in the wall. Adorned with velvet pillows and a silken curtain that wrapped around the entire piece of furniture from the ceiling above. Likewise, the sheets and their pillows were different shades of complementary golden browns, greens, and golds in a silky material that Jayce couldn’t help but run his fingers over.

He could only imagine that this particular room was meant to satiate the desires of more affluent clientele. So what was he doing here?

Jayce was many things. Caring. Curious. Capricious, if the right stressors were put into place. But affluent had never been one of them.

And yet, Viktor guided him in front of the bed and turned to face him, pressing his fingertips into his collarbone with his outstretched hand before gingerly guiding him back into the plush covers with a flick of his wrist. Jayce landed with an almost comical thud, huffing as the air evacuated his lungs in a small gust of air. He pulled himself up onto a semi-sitting position, leaning back on his arms as he regarded Viktor quizzically. Whatever nerves he’d entered the room with were fading away.

“So tell me.” Viktor mused pleasantly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “You know my name. Now, what exactly should I call you?”

He put his meager weight on the foot of the bed, coming to a stop with an arm on either side of Jayce as he methodically crawled up Jayce’s body and straddled him like a powerful feline stalking its prey. He hovered just above Jayce’s chest, close enough to look him in the eyes and hold him captive with his gaze alone, but not so close that Jayce might feel inclined to lean in further. To make contact. No. Not yet.

Jayce let out a sound somewhere between a nervous chuckle and a scoff of amusement before taking a breath and settling himself. He regarded Viktor with a sense of quiet awe. Truly, he was stunning. Captivating in a way that no one he’d ever met was. The way his high cheekbones framed his face. The angel and depth of his eyes. The way his asymmetrical face was ever so atypical. Gorgeous. It was almost as if this meeting was destined. That they’d been drawn together by some unimaginable force that he dared not contemplate. Jayce couldn’t quite place what this was, but he wanted it to stretch on into perpetuity. To linger in the enormity of it evermore.

“Jayce.” He whispered the words on hushed lips, eyes half lidded. He didn’t know why. He didn’t care. He was transfixed, watching the rise and fall of every breath that vacated him as he inclined over him and leaned in just a bit closer. He wanted to brush the back of his hand against his cheek. To pull him into a gentle, adoration-filled kiss. Would he let him? Was that too much for two people who had only just met?

Viktor mouthed the syllables to himself, not a sound escaping his lips. And then he peered up at him again, a tiny smile spreading across his lips. “Ah. As I suspected, you are not from around here. Fascinating.”

He leaned in closer, the fabric of his sheer wrap brushing against Jayce’s chest as Viktor leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Now tell me, Jayce. What brings you here tonight?”

Jayce felt the blood in his body surge at the inquiry. Gods. Somehow, the sound of his voice was even more intoxicating when he whispered like that. Embarrassingly enough, there had been an occasion that had prompted his visit, though he was remiss to admit as much. It just seemed very… lame.

“Um, well… You’re not going to believe this, but… It’s my birthday.” Jayce confessed as he allowed himself to slowly slump back into the covers, his head rolling onto one of the pillows behind him. His arms were tired.

Viktor peered down at him, quirking his brow in visible surprise. He scoffed, almost as though he didn’t believe him. And then, just as suddenly as it had come, the expression dissipated, and Jayce found himself looking straight up at him as Viktor appeared to contemplate something sincerely.

“A rather unconventional way to celebrate, don’t you think?” Viktor mused, running a finger up his chest. He undid a single clasp at the base of his collar, pausing to see if Jayce objected. He did not. Instead, he leaned into the scant contact, breathing steadily. He was eager to see this through.

“I can’t exactly spend it with anyone else.” Jayce wasn’t quite sure why he felt so at ease with him. Where the willingness to divulge such an uncomfortable truth came from. But he did so regardless. “I don’t exactly have friends, and the only family I have is, well, somewhere else.”

“You're alone?” There was a tinge of something genuine to his question. He almost sounded bereaved to hear it. A flicker of something gentle came across his face, even if only for a moment, as the mask fractured. Just a bit.

Jayce nodded.

“So you came to me?” Viktor undid a second clasp. And then a third, running his fingers down the border between his warm, taut muscles, and the soft, almost luxurious fabric of his shirt. “For company.”

Jayce exhaled softly and then nodded. Maybe he could risk being forward. Just a bit. He reached up and brushed the back of his hand against Viktor’s cheek, smiling at him warmly. “It’s just… I saw you that night a few weeks back. I was walking home alone, you were standing out front, and I was instantly drawn to you. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t tell you why, but something about you just… made me want to know you. Can I?”

Viktor blinked unhurriedly, the faintest tinge of dark pink tinting his ears and cheeks as he gazed down at him. He leaned in and brushed a lock of stubborn hair out of Jayce’s face. Aside from that, he was miraculously clean-cut. He’d clearly had it trimmed for the occasion. Viktor pressed a single delicate, lingering kiss against his lips, trailing his fingers up the side of his neck to grasp his cheek and the underside of his jaw. After a moment, he pulled away and watched the way his chest and shoulders rose and fell with his breath. The way Jayce stared at him in quiet, resplendent awe.

And he smiled. “You can.”

Jayce did nothing to hide his delight. A bright smile spread across his face as he grasped him by the chin and carefully pulled him in for another kiss, this one deeper than the last. Searing. Searching. Plundering as he delved into the confines of his mouth. He felt Viktor’s hand at his stomach, undoing the final clasps and exposing his skin to the warm air of the room. He felt the fabric fall away, and his fingertips slip into the fabric at the hem of his pants, pulling slightly as he undid the front of them. And then, carefully, almost painfully so, he felt Viktor’s fingers curl around him as he gasped and looked up at him, only to find one hand at his throat, and the other wrapped around his length. He sighed, leaning into his hold.

Viktor applied a bit of pressure. Just enough to stifle the flow of blood to his brain a bit, but not enough to disorient him. Not yet, at least. It was best to ease him in slowly. To test the waters on someone who was no doubt unfamiliar with the concept. Not if the puzzled, but no doubt aroused, look on his face was anything to go by.

“May I…” Jayce reached up and placed a hand on Viktor’s hip as he used the other to trace the seam of his corset. The prospect of what lay beneath was enticing. He just wanted to see. Wanted a little glimpse at the silky skin that no doubt lingered below.

But to his surprise, Viktor seemed hesitant. He didn't pause his ministrations, but a subtle air of quiet alarm overtook his handsome features, even if only momentarily. “Oh, it’s… A medical device, I’m afraid…”

That piqued Jayce’s interest. He tilted his head from side to side, just enough to get a better look at it.

“Oh?” He asked as he ran his fingertips carefully down his coiled leg as far as he could before running them back up his thigh to his hip. “And the one on your leg?”

Viktor simply nodded, his eyes drifting away slightly. He felt him tense under his gentle grip. Jayce couldn’t imagine that he enjoyed divulging his medical history to a stranger. It was probably a delicate topic. One that intrigued him, but one that he knew he wasn’t entitled to the details of. Maybe one day he’d grant him a closer look. One day. But not today.

“It’s alright. Really.” Jayce smiled comfortingly. Suddenly, he recalled a poster that had adorned his childhood bedroom wall. One that looked remarkably like the view he had now. Oh no. He had a type. At least Viktor didn’t have brown hair, too… “I actually think it’s… fetching. You look nice.”

Viktor paused, allowing his grip on his throat to linger for half a minute or so before finally releasing him and tilting his head to the side to regard him in silence. His face held something subtle. Something Jayce couldn’t quite place, but by his estimations, he almost looked… flattered. Viktor leaned in for another chaste kiss, resuming the gentle strokes that he’d indulged him with up until that moment. Coaxing a soft moan from Jayce’s parted lips.

Pulling away, Viktor released him and gestured with a push of his fingers for him to scoot backward. He almost looked as though he were shooing him away, but Jayce knew better. Jayce obliged, making himself comfortable against the mountain of pillows at his back. Viktor then reached up and undid something at the base of his own neck before the audible sound of a zipper resounded through the air. Before Jayce could protest, the corset slowly peeled away. And his breath caught in his chest.

“I imagine the view is not very flattering, is it?” Viktor said almost sarcastically, gesturing towards himself broadly. But instead of shying away from him the way he’d clearly expected him to, Jayce reached towards him and carefully trailed his fingertips down the marks the brace had left along his skin. It seemed that the padding on the inside wasn’t up to the job. He could see where the staves had pressed into his flesh, threatening to bruise it in some places, and already making good on that promise in others. Jayce adjusted Viktor in his lap and gently pressed a kiss to one of the marks, using his free hand to tenderly massage his back and bruises.

Viktor shuddered. He closed his eyes. His shoulders gradually slumped. And then he practically melted into Jayce’s touch. Jayce smiled against him, wondering vacantly when the last time was that someone had done this for him, if ever. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the sensation…

Jayce exhaled heavily as Viktor’s hand found its way back into the front of his pants, pushing him down with his hand as he carefully dismounted him. He then pulled the garment down, smirking at the way that Jayce hurriedly kicked them off and away before his eyes fell low and his brow raised a bit at the sight of him. His lips parted just enough for Jayce to see his tongue. Jayce flushed a dark red. He didn’t need to ask. Viktor was impressed.

He watched as Viktor positioned himself above him, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of his shaft as Viktor pressed a kiss against the inside of his thigh, sucking gently on the tender flesh there. Jayce jerked, genuinely taken aback at his own reaction. He’d never realized he was that sensitive there. Viktor then continued downward, carefully placing tentative kisses in a path towards the pillar of heat that awaited him. He pressed a hand against Jayce’s thigh, and the other against the base of his stomach, massaging him with his lissom fingers as he half lay between his legs, eyelashes fluttering as he gazed up at him. The eye contact was searing.

He exhaled faintly across Jayce’s groin and watched him tremble.

“You don’t have to…” Jayce said breathlessly as he watched Viktor lower his head towards his intended target. He was close now. So torturously close, and yet… What if it was too much for him? The last thing Jayce wanted to do was cause him harm for the sake of his own pleasure.

Viktor smiled knowingly, seemingly reading his mind. He pressed a teasing, almost pleading kiss against his tip, watching as it stood at attention and then flopped back against his stomach with a soft slap. Jayce moaned.

“But would you like me to?” Viktor inquired, his voice low and sultry. Eyes smouldering like the evening sky.

“... Yes.” How could Jayce ever be expected to say no to something like that?

Chuckling softly from deep in his chest, Viktor cooed. “Very well, then. Lie back. I’d like to try something. If you're up for a bit of experimentation.”

Jayce shrugged, shuddering as if his entire body had just been plunged into frigid water. “I used to be a scientist, so I certainly hope so.”

Something distant made itself apparent in Viktor’s eyes as he paused momentarily. As if he were recalling something from a lifetime ago. He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he reached over and dipped his fingers into a small jar of something nondescript on the bedside table, tilting his head to look at Jayce again. He rubbed his leg comfortingly, pressing another kiss against the inside of his thigh. The opposite one, this time. He needed him to be calm. Malleable. “Breathe, Jayce. Relax. I wouldn’t want you to faint.”

Before Jayce could inquire as to the nature of what he had in mind, Viktor took him into his mouth, and he saw stars.

All at once, everything around him fell away. It was as if his subconscious departed the rest of his body and left him floating in a sort of impotent fugue state. There was only the sensation of Viktor’s tongue trailing from his perineum up the base of his shaft as he gently ran the tip of his tongue across the sensitive slit of his member. Only the wet sound of his mouth around his head, and the ungodly sensation of his throat around him as he somehow managed to take the majority of him in one go, the muscles of his esophagus spasming slightly in reaction to the intrusion. And then he pulled back and did it again. And again. And again. Leisurely with deliberate care, his eyes never once leaving Jayce’s as he squeezed his thigh and moaned, the vibration traveling through his entire lower body.

Jayce threw his head back and tried to draw oxygen into his faltering lungs. He failed unequivocally.

Then, just as Jayce was attempting to adjust to the sensation, he felt something slick and warm pressing at the delicate skin of his entrance, the puckered muscles flexing in response to Viktor’s touch. Through the heady haze that saturated his mind, he vaguely recalled Viktor’s previous instructions. The preemptive guidance he’d offered him.

Relax. Breathe. He could do that.

With a shaking, whimpering groan, Jayce felt the first finger penetrate him. It was a foreign sensation, utterly unlike anything he’d ever felt. Agonizingly slow and prodding, but not unwelcome. Not unpleasant. In fact…

And then the second finger joined the first, both slowly pressing in deeper until they could go no further. Jayce exhaled like he’d just breached water after being dragged below into the depths. Viktor paused his movements for a minute or so, long enough to allow Jayce to come up for air, but not the motion of his mouth, or the sweet embrace of his lips around his engorged member, dangerously close to unraveling him entirely.

Then unexpectedly, Viktor curled his fingers inside of him, and Jayce cried out as though he’d been impaled. He threw his head back and gasped, panting as his entire body trembled almost uncontrollably. When the ability to process his surroundings gradually began to return to him, he glanced down at Viktor and beheld the way that the blond-haired man gazed up at him, lips slowly parting and sucking at the swollen heat of his member. Slowly curling his fingers inside of him and dragging them over that damnable spot yet again. Jayce blinked away tears as the sensation threatened to overwhelm him, thighs trembling like a newborn calf.

He reached down and clasped the butterfly clip in Viktor’s hair, careful not to pull as he opened it and watched Viktor’s blond strands fall free around his face. Jayce felt the muscles in his stomach clench as he beheld the sight of Viktor taking him in earnest, his golden strands framing his face like curtains of fine silk. He stroked his cheek with the back of his hand tenderly, praising him wordlessly as he gazed upon him with adoration. Playing with the strands of his hair idly. He wondered absent-mindedly through his thoroughly debauched stupor what color Viktor’s eyes used to be before they were clouded by the telltale purple haze of Shimmer. What color his hair truly was. He was sure that he was magnificent either way.

Viktor pressed this time, tiny fingertips sending electric sparks directly into the tender muscles of his prostate gland. Jayce choked. It was too much.

“V-Viktor I- Ahh…” Jayce managed to choke out, his breath failing him as he tried in futility to warn him of what was to come. He could no longer hold back the floodwaters. The dam would burst any second now.

But to his surprise, Viktor simply slid his length out of his mouth with a wet pop, placed a kiss to his perineum, and then delved lower, lavishing affection and attention on his sensitive opening. He trailed his tongue along the outer perimeter before carefully spreading his fingers, stretching the muscles within. Jayce trembled at the sensation. And then Viktor pressed a soft kiss against his opening before delving inside.

The warmth of his tongue was truly maddening. The gentle flicking motion of it inside of him sent tremors through his body, and his breath set every hair on his body standing bolt upright. But the feeling of it all, in conjunction with the curl of his fingers over that spot, fried every synapse remaining in his fragile brain. After lavishing him thoroughly, he pulled away and turned his attention back to the shivering, twitching shaft that stood at attention in front of him, begging for stimulation. Viktor could feel his end coming. Could feel the way the muscles in his thighs and stomach spasmed uncontrollably. Could feel the way Jayce’s walls clenched around his fingers as he white knuckled the bed sheets, his hair plastered to his face messily. He was no longer the prim and proper Piltoveran who had stepped through those doors only a short while ago. 

And he was about to make him unravel like cheap yarn.

“Good boy. Very good.” In one slick motion, Viktor plunged his tongue deep into him and then withdrew it, licking a hot trail from his entrance, over his perineum, up the protruding vein that pulsed just beneath the skin of his aching shaft all the way to his slit with the flat of his tongue, curling his fingers inside of him in one slow, deep press. Viktor clamped his mouth around him like an iron vice. And Jayce screamed.

He came in deep, thick ribbons down the back of Viktor’s throat, fingers clenching in Viktor’s hair but not pulling. Simply holding him in place as the light left his eyes and the breath abandoned his body. Not that he needed to. Viktor didn’t budge. He didn’t intend to go anywhere. Tears streamed down his face as he attempted to blink away the moisture in a bid to see again, but he did not succeed. Agonizingly, Viktor continued the motion of his fingers in rhythm with his internal muscle contractions, elongating the orgasm until Jayce was certain that he’d never felt any other sensation before in his life, and never would again.

Jayce clinched around Viktor’s fingers as he felt his tongue trail up his shaft to the very tip before sucking in one long firm swallow, taking in every wayward drop. He swallowed rhythmically in deep, audible gulps as Jayce choked out a gasp that sounded as though he’d been gutted, wilting like a drooping blossom against the pillows lifelessly. He resembled a marionette who’d just had its strings cut. His toes curled and his thighs clenched almost painfully around Viktor’s head and neck as he exhaled heavily and deflated like a ruptured blimp, sliding down the pillow and slumping over against the mattress. His eyes had rolled back in his head so far that he genuinely couldn’t see anything, the tendons burning from overextension.

Gods. Dear gods. What the fuck was that?

He didn’t see Viktor shift, but he felt it. The subtle press of the mattress along his side as he crawled past him to sit beside his head. Jayce felt his fingers trail up the side of his face as Viktor stroked the back of his hand against his cheek comfortingly, watching the rise and fall of his breath.

Eventually, cognition slowly returned to him like a tide receding under the sway of the moon. Jayce lazily pressed his face against the outside of his thigh, pressing a kiss to the brace there before raising his head to rest experimentally in his lap. When he opened his eyes, Viktor was gazing down at him, nothing short of a fond smile upon his lips. There was such warmth in his expression. Such affection. It made Jayce’s heart flutter.

“That was…” Jayce coughed briefly, clearing his throat. What was he supposed to say after experiencing something like that? He had no clue.

“Good,” Viktor said, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. He flicked that strand of hair out of his face again. “Your feedback is, ah, duly noted.”

Jayce scoffed. And then he realized something.

He turned his head, pressing a tender kiss against the skin on the inside of Viktor’s thigh, trailing up towards his concealed heat. Jayce watched as Viktor blinked rapidly in surprise, withdrawing ever so slightly as Jayce grasped the hem of the top of his underwear, his intentions crystal clear.

“Ah… Jayce. You are under no obligation to reciprocate…” He said softly, glancing towards something nonspecific on the other side of the room. His entire face flushed a soft, flattering pink as he cupped the back side of his cheek and jaw with his palm, trying and failing to camouflage how flustered he suddenly was. Golden hair half-obscuring his face.

Jayce gaped at the sight. And the very notion that he’d just suggested. It was adorable, if not unanticipated. But that was one request that he wasn’t sure he was willing to fulfill. He slipped his hand up to Viktor’s hip, trailing it around until he had it firmly pressed against his lower back. Jayce sat up and grasped him gently under the right arm, gazing into his eyes adoringly. He carefully pulled Viktor towards him, leading him towards the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Then, he slowly lowered him back against them, dipping low to press a kiss against his neck. Then his chest over his thrumming heart, and then his stomach. Trailing lower in a steady, deliberate line towards the only part of him that was still clothed. With a careful grasp, he tentatively coiled his fingers around Viktor’s leg, pressing a kiss to it before lifting it and hooking it over his shoulder. And then he leaned in, smiling faintly as they locked eyes. He slipped his fingers into the top hem of his underwear, teasing Viktor with the prospect of his touch.

“But would you like me to?” He parroted breathily, jostling the hair that hung in front of his eyes as he watched the subtle rise and fall of his breath. Viktor’s blush deepened to a profoundly unsubtle dark pink, spreading to his ears as Jayce dipped in and kissed the mole on the side of his neck. He giggled despite himself. It was adorable. Viktor opened his mouth to speak and then stopped. Instead, he closed his lips and bobbed his head, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Jayce melted.

When was the last time that someone had cared enough to pleasure him? Had returned the effort he’d put in to bring them sweet release? Had desired to satiate him? He could only wonder. But the streak ended here.

Jayce carefully peeled his underwear down, mindful of the delicate lace. He didn’t want to snag it. He could feel the way Viktor trembled beneath his grasp, shuddering ever so softly as his fingers brushed against the heat that bloomed just below his waistband. As soon as Jayce peeled the insubstantial garment down, he slipped it down his legs and discarded it at the end of the bed, pressing another kiss to Viktor’s thigh. He smiled up at Viktor. And then he looked down and his eyes went wide as he cocked his head to one side and did a massive doubletake.

He was… actually shockingly well endowed for someone so petite…

“I, um… have no idea what I’m doing,” Jayce confessed awkwardly. He, um, hadn’t thought that far ahead. He never thought he’d get this far.

The smile Viktor gave him was utterly arresting. 

“It’s okay. I know.” He reached up and clasped his long fingers along the underside of Jayce’s chin, rubbing his thumb across it. Guiding him up so that he could place a kiss against his forehead before letting him get to the task at hand. “Just don’t bite me, and I think you’ll do just fine.”

“I would never.” Jayce quipped in response, faking a slightly sinister smirk that the warmth and affection in his eyes massively downplayed. “Show me.”

Jayce leaned in and kissed his stomach again, licking a line up to his navel and then back down towards the base of his erection. It was flushed a dark red, already dripping with precum. It wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge. He thought back to what Viktor had done only a short while ago, pondering the best approach. He’d felt more of it than he’d seen.

Almost tentatively, Jayce pressed a line of feather-light kisses up his shaft from the base to the tip before licking along the protruding vein and stopping just shy of the tip. Viktor exhaled faintly, his eyes filled with wanton, fervent desire. His thin, soft lips parted as he began to ask, but Jayce beat him to it. He didn’t need to ask. Jayce already understood.

With slightly clumsy eagerness, Jayce took him into his mouth. He swirled his tongue along the tip, his throbbing erection twitching in response as he ran his tongue up and down the engorged shaft. He could taste the slight saltiness that dripped from him. Feel his pulse in his erection as his blood raced. But what gave him the deepest sense of fulfillment was the way Viktor moaned. Deep and heady from as low in his chest as he could coax air from, Viktor choked, his chest heaving as he reached down to coil his fingers into Jayce’s short, dark hair, his head slumping backward against the pillows as he took in the sensation of his ministrations.

“Like that. Just like that. Perfect.” He cooed, guiding him into a steadier rhythm. He didn’t push. Didn’t apply force of any kind. Instead, he massaged his scalp amorously, bracing himself on one arm as best as he could so that he could look at him. Could watch as Jayce indulged him, heedless of his own pleasure. Newly shed tears ran trails down his face as he looked at him in mild disbelief, his eyes filled with adoration; his mouth half open and jaw slightly slack at the sight of him. “Oh, Jayce…”

Jayce sped up just a smidge, kneading the muscles in Viktor’s right thigh and calf soothingly as he reached up with his right hand and took Viktor’s. He interlaced their fingers, gazing up at him as he swiped his tongue up the length of him, swirling it around the head. Viktor’s moans keened higher in pitch, climbing upward in time with the pulses of his shaft. He was close. So very close. Jayce smirked internally as he delved just a little further down, swallowing as much of him as he could. 

Viktor shrieked and cried out his name, clenching his fingers in Jayce’s hair and the pillow next to him, the pitch of his voice rising as high as it could.

Jayce moaned deeply in response and, in turn, witnessed the precise moment that Viktor toppled over the edge.

Clasping his hand over his own mouth to stifle his cries, Viktor released Jayce’s head, giving him the opportunity to move should he so desire. He didn’t budge. Instead, he rode out the waves of pleasure as they cascaded over Viktor, savoring the salty flavor of his release as he swallowed him down, holding his hip as he continued to massage his leg comfortingly. He fit in his hands perfectly, almost as though he was meant to. Something about the sight of his slight waistline held securely within his grasp made something in his chest flutter. Jayce never wanted to let him go.

But he knew he had to. At least for now.

He leaned back on one arm, regarding Viktor fondly as he watched the last dregs of his climax fade away. Viktor extended a hand to him, placing it on his shoulder as he beckoned Jayce to join him. He nestled in against the side of his chest as best as he could, sighing heavily as exhaustion overcame him. This had been a lot. So very much that he hadn’t expected.

But it had also been wonderful.

They lingered in silence for a while, nothing but the sound of the mutual rise and fall of their breath to serve as communication between them. But after what felt like a lifetime, Jayce hesitantly broke the silence between the two of them. “That was… incredible.”

Viktor chuckled softly, reaching over to grasp a cigarette holder on the side of the bedside table. He offered it to Jayce, who politely shook his head to indicate that he was not interested. Viktor nodded, giving him a vague look of approval as he set it aside for the time being. Evidently, that was an offer that was scarcely refused. But they were both glad that he did.

“So, um…” Jayce sighed heavily. He wasn’t quite sure how to ask. It just felt wrong to. He knew that was how this sort of thing worked, but…

“What do you owe me?” Viktor chided softly, giving him an almost sympathetic look. Almost as though he’d read his mind. He reached over and stroked from his shoulder blade up to his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead as Jayce blinked languidly.

“I don’t feel right asking you that,” Jayce divulged, his shoulders stiffening as his head lingered against Viktor’s shoulder. It sounded so transactional. So detached and emotionless. Like the words of someone who cared nothing for the person they’d just been intimate with. Nothing like Jayce. Nothing at all. And yet, something Viktor had clearly heard so many times that the words no longer affected him. Jayce felt his heart clench.

“A return trip,” Viktor answered as if it were the most natural and obvious thing in the world. “I have much to show you, Jayce. Return soon. Please.”

Jayce looked up at him, his brow knotting in perplexity. “I don’t owe you?”

Viktor shook his head, stroking his fingers through Jayce’s hair. “Nothing but your company. Your first time’s free. It’s, eh, a personal policy of mine.”

Jayce beamed, his eyes gleaming. “That can’t be good for business.”

Again, Viktor chuckled, reaching down to pull the loose, silken fabric at their feet up over them. The room had grown chilly, and it was quite apparent that Jayce had nowhere pressing to be at this hour. He could stay a little while longer. If he wanted. “I wouldn’t know. I just came up with it.”

Jayce parted his lips, intent on saying something, anything. But the words didn’t come. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Viktor and pressed a tender kiss to his ribcage as he snuggled up against Viktor’s small chest. How did one grip someone so prone to slipping through his fingers?

“I… Thank you, Viktor. This was- this is nice. It’s special. At least I think so.” Jayce said as he closed his eyes. He narrowly missed the fond look that Viktor gave him as he brushed his now messy hair out of his eyes so that he could get a better look at him. Viktor wrapped his arm around his shoulder, rubbing it gently. He sighed deeply. Oh, what a fool he was. You weren’t supposed to fall for the customers. But how could he not?

Jayce was special, after all.

It was too late for him now.

“Happy birthday, Jayce.” He cooed as he hushed him gently. “I’m glad you decided not to spend it alone.”

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I’m not crying, you're crying! Happy Birthday, Jayce. Hopefully, you're old enough to go to a brothel. I guess I lucked out on having the worst case of executive dysfunction ever, huh? Now I get to wrap Jayce’s birthday, BJW, and Mermay up into one neat little package. What’s that? Mermay? Well, hehe, you will just have to read the final chapter and find out. You thought the monsterfucking was done? Nah. Not in my house.

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Viktor dragged himself listlessly towards the apartment, drenched beyond comprehension as the storm raged on around him.

It was supposed to be a quick detour while he was out. A simple task. Head to the lab, check in with Sky about a status update the council had requested from them, and then grab what he’d originally left their home to get that day. Simple. Uncomplicated.

Until the heavens opened up above him and unleashed a torrent of freezing rain so unrelenting that Viktor was starting to think that Piltover slipped off the isthmus and straight into the bottom of the sea.

He was convinced that he’d never been more soggy and miserable in his entire life. Sitting in a bathtub full of water would be drier than this. He’d seen the warning signs before he’d left. Taken the precaution of bringing an umbrella along with him just in case. But it had done little once the sky had turned black, the storm had rolled in, and the winds picked up. Well, aside from acting as a makeshift sail, propelling him backward into the cobbled streets, and straight onto his backside in a deep puddle of water. 

At least he hadn’t been in the Undercity at the time. The puddle probably would’ve been contaminated with the remnants of a chemical spill…

Viktor was sore, freezing, and almost certain that he’d have a cold tomorrow, but it hardly mattered to him, despite everything. He glanced down at the medium-sized cube-shaped cardboard box that he’d half tucked into the front of his coat and smiled. Jayce was going to love this…

It was slow going and exhausting, but eventually he rounded a corner and was greeted with a familiar sight. Every building on the street was similar, aside from a few with different colored metal roofs. A collection of single-floor residential units decorated with that signature Piltover style of striking masonry and metal embellishments. But that hardly mattered to him as he opened the door to the ground floor lobby and into the gate-fold elevator. The inside of their residence had more than enough personality to make up for it.

As soon as he reached the front door, he hung the umbrella on the door handle to drip dry, hastily unlocked it, and stepped inside. All at once, he was enveloped in the cozy warmth of their apartment and the unmistakable scent of… no, that couldn’t be. He’d noticed that Jayce had been trying to keep him out of the kitchen before he’d left a few hours ago, and had rightfully assumed that he was trying to conceal a surprise from him. But he hadn’t expected him to go through the labor-intensive nightmare of baking his favorite dessert. Or cook his favorite meal. Especially after he’d insisted that Viktor didn’t need to get him anything for the occasion and that his company and the bottle of fancy wine he’d gifted him were more than enough.

He was going to strangle him.

Shrugging out of his soaked coat, he shook his head and stepped in the direction of the bathroom, mumbling curses under his breath in regards to how his soaked clothing clung to him. The second he appeared in the hallway, Jayce choked.

“Viktor, you’re soaked,” Jayce called to him from the sitting room off to his right, an air of amusement and horror clear in his voice. He sounded like he wanted to snicker and ruffle his hair, but could tell by the fatigued look on his face that it wasn’t a very good idea at present.

Pausing, Viktor glanced absentmindedly in Jayce’s general direction, noting that the lights were out in the sitting area, and the curtains were drawn, making it unusually dark for this time of day. Strange.

“Unfortunately, the umbrella broke,” Viktor replied with a tired sigh. And it was going to stay broken for the time being. He would fiddle with it on their off day tomorrow. He knew that he could simply travel to a general goods stall and obtain another one at little to no expense, but he’d never been one to discard something he was confident that he could reuse or repair. He had to at least try to fix the useless thing first. Old habits died hard.

Jayce hummed knowingly in response from parts unseen as Viktor proceeded into the bathroom and took another look at just how wet he was as he passed the mirror before peeling the garments off and discarding them over the top of the shower curtain rod to dry. He briefly considered taking a second shower that day simply to warm himself up before deciding that he was plenty wet enough as it was and opting to have a cup of sweetmilk instead. The scents wafting from the kitchen called to him, tempting Viktor like a siren’s song. He grabbed a towel, dried himself off, and then exchanged it for one of Jayce’s robes when he couldn’t find his in their bedroom closet for some strange reason.

Now it was time for that cup of sweetmilk. And maybe a peek in the oven.

The first thing he noticed when he returned to the hallway was the welcoming scent of warm amber and cedar that clung to Jayce’s robe. He rubbed his face against it, savoring the titillating scent his skin had left on the fuzzy garment. There was something more to the bouquet of scents, something sweet, but he couldn’t distinguish it from the rest. Regardless, it smelled heavenly. Warm and comforting, just like their home. Just like his partner and everything that word meant to them now. Viktor smiled absentmindedly. Had it truly been a year already?

The second thing he noticed was a distant crack of lightning followed shortly by the crashing boom of thunder from beyond the walls of their residence, jolting him out of his peaceful reverie as the air around him trembled. The storm was getting worse, then. Of course it was.

The third thing he noticed was that the sheer curtains that led into the sitting room were pulled shut, and a faint flickering light was visible from just beyond them. Odd. He hadn’t heard Jayce get up to shut them. Who knew someone of such a towering stature was capable of tiptoeing…

But as Viktor parted the curtains and stepped down into their living space, his eyes adjusting to the difference in lighting, he was greeted by a final, unexpected sight. The spectacle that was Jayce Talis sitting across from him on the upholstered alcove bench built into their bay window, his right arm astride a cushion and his left elbow resting against his thigh, fingers curled up into a loose resting position off to the side of his head, almost as though he’d been resting his head against it before Viktor had entered the room. Wearing nothing but a loose, lacy, negligee that was barely sufficient to cover anything on anyone, least of all him.

The delicate lace hung from him like curtains, soft and almost dainty in comparison to the fierce look in his eyes. His shoulders and chest were almost entirely exposed, the garment held together around the back of his neck and undone across the front, peeled back in a way that offered a tantalizing view of his chest and abdomen, but fastened again just above his shaft, only just shielding it from view. The bottom was open, his left leg propped up slightly as if offering him a peek, the lace cascading down from his knee on the backside and creating a tantalizing gap in the front that somehow managed to not give anything away. A secondary section of the sleeves were open down to the cuff, which fell in a long bell along the edge of the pillow. Every edge and seam of the garment was adorned with more delicate, intricate lace, making the sheer, single-color garment a sight to behold. And Jayce somehow more seductive than he’d ever been.

Jayce’s chest rose and fell softly in anticipation, a certain confidence to him as he lounged almost lazily in their sitting room, surrounded by lit candles and flower petals that he’d haphazardly scattered across the floor in a trail leading to him. The garment might conceal just enough from view to leave some things to the imagination, but not the desire that bloomed within Jayce’s gaze. The anticipation. The hunger.

Oh. Oh.

Viktor stared at him in blatant disbelief, a soft pink tint coating his face as he paused by the doorway, leaning heavily on his cane. His face was unreadable, his breath slow and shallow as all the blood seemingly vacated his brain. Never in a million years had the thought that Jayce might do something like this crossed his mind. While it was true that he was open to experimentation in the bedroom on most accounts, this had taken some degree of forethought and planning to execute. Of fantasizing. How had the idea even taken root in that brilliant brain of his? What had been the spark that set their house aflame?

Hopefully not anything from the kitchen. No one was paying attention to the oven, after all…

“You look miserable. We should do something about that.” Jayce said smoothly, waving one finger at a time with a curl of his left hand, gesticulating for him to join him on their favorite lounging spot. He spoke with unrushed assurance, an easy confidence oozing off him like the tides lapping at the shoreline. Exuding a steady pull as he beckoned his beloved to join him. When Viktor didn’t budge, Jayce raised an eyebrow in bemusement, smirking salaciously as he looked him up and down with his gaze alone. Undressing him with his eyes.

Viktor was almost certain that he felt a blood vessel burst in his brain.

Snapping out of his stupor, Viktor took notice of the lump forming in his throat and the knots building in his stomach. He willed himself to move forward, still feeling like he was in a drunken fever dream, but more than willing to reciprocate. But as he sauntered closer to Jayce, coming to a stop in the dim candlelight, Jayce smiled warmly. Seductively. And then he looked him up and down and let out a soft huff. “I see you’ve been on my side of the closet again. Was the selection to your liking?”

It was Viktor’s turn to huff in amusement as he slowly reached over to stroke the right side of Jayce’s chest. He let his finger leisurely trail along the silky fabric, enjoying the embroidery. He lightly captured the fringe between two fingers as he traced it up to Jayce’s shoulder and then up the side of his neck, brushing the underside of his jaw before allowing the back of his hand to come to rest against Jayce’s cheek. Viktor smiled fondly, his eyes filled with a warmth that the cozy candlelight only multiplied.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, it was.” He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Jayce’s, stealing his breath as he bestowed a lovingly gentle kiss. When they parted, slow and deliberate, the hunger in Jayce’s eyes had multiplied tenfold. But still, his composure held. Viktor was silently impressed. Jayce was normally the first to fold.

He watched as Jayce lowered his left hand to his lap, slipping it under the underside of the front of the garment. His eyelashes fluttered for a moment before he looked back up at him as though it wasn’t abundantly clear what he was up to. Viktor pretended not to see him. The fabric offered quite a bit of coverage for something so sheer, but it couldn’t cover up the motion of Jayce’s hand. The way his fingers curled around himself, stroking upward in a steady rhythm before falling again, taunt skin sliding along with it. The way his breath picked up in a manner so slight that it would’ve proven imperceptible to anyone else besides him. Besides his love.

Before he realized what he was doing, Viktor had been staring for a solid minute.

Their eyes met in unison, holding one another captive as Jayce continued to stimulate himself, reaching forward with his free hand to hook his fingers underneath the loop of the robe’s belt, carefully pulling Viktor forward with an effortless grace. He gingerly undid the belt and watched as the robe parted around either side of Viktor’s lithe body like a set of double doors swinging open just enough to grant entry. Viktor remained still, quietly observing. Eager to see what was next, but not as keen to show just how aroused he was by the unlikely scenario he now found himself in.

“Red suits you, Viktor. Too bad you won’t be in it for long.” Jayce said as he grasped the front of Viktor’s underwear, pulling them down just enough to apply pressure and make his pulse race. He twitched against the fabric, eager for the sweet familiarity of Jayce’s hand. It was instantly too much to withstand. With as much patience and as little desperation as he could manage, he reached up and gently brushed his partner’s hand aside, putting as much weight on his good leg as he could as he shuffled out of the undergarments and let them tumble down around his feet. He stepped out of them and just that little bit closer to Jayce, taking his hand and gently pressing it against his lower abdomen as warmth spread from where Jayce touched him, making his heart flutter and his ears warm.

Smirking knowingly as the tip of Viktor’s engorged heat brushed against his wrist, Jayce leaned in and pressed a warm, wet kiss to Viktor’s stomach, savoring the way his breath hitched under his mouth. It was a slight, fleeting thing, but a sound that Jayce never tired of. He pressed again, sucking. Then, licking a trail down lower as he reached his left hand behind his lover, pulling him inescapably close. Grasping him and massaging the muscles in his lower back reassuringly as he slipped him into his mouth and began to suck fervently.

Closing his eyes as Jayce dragged a long, satiated sigh out of him, Viktor relished the sensation of his tongue working around him in circles like a serpent, the resplendent warmth of his lips and mouth a balm against formerly frigid skin. Warmer still than the rest of his body had been until moments ago. Jayce drew the chill from his body and the marrow from his bones as he indulged him dotingly, relaxing the muscles in his throat as he allowed him to press just a bit deeper, working the tip of his shaft with practiced precision. Pressing his fingers against Viktor’s soft entrance teasingly before slipping just the tip in enough to heighten the sensation. Warm, lustful eyes stared up at him like a subject worshiping from an altar below as he partook of him. Watched him unravel. Feeling his pulse race.

With a wet pop and a chaste kiss, Jayce withdrew his fingers and released him from his mouth, taking note of the way Viktor’s legs trembled. He uncoiled his fingers from his own length and extended a hand to Viktor, an offer that was hastily accepted as Viktor allowed Jayce to pull him into his lap. And then, without warning, Jayce placed his hands around the middle of Viktor’s back and his weak leg supportively and shifted his weight, putting Viktor below him lengthwise as he straddled him. Stroking from his knee to his thigh with comforting, grounding pressure as he positioned himself just right on his knees, leaning over Viktor like the clouds overhead, illuminated by a flash of lightning through the torrent of rainy wind.

Viktor looked almost bewildered by the sight. The ease with which Jayce had managed the task. The silken lace draping around him like a soft curtain as his beloved leaned in and kissed his throat almost possessively. Feverishly worshiping his body as though the taste of his skin was his only salvation. As if the only way he could be closer to him was to devour him wholesale. He cradled Viktor in his arms gently, holding him against his chest for an extended period of time, indulging in the scent of his rain-drenched skin. The scent of petrichor and autumn wind. Of his love.

Reaching back to grasp Viktor’s length in his hand, he stroked him gently before bracing himself with one hand and lining him up to his entrance, smiling at the way that Viktor trembled under the intensity of his warmth and affection; under the tenderness of his touch. Jayce pressed in slowly, a deep sigh pulling from his chest as anticipation reached its zenith. And then, a spark of clarity amongst the storm. Amid the maelstrom that shook the walls of the building around them as Viktor slowly began to anchor himself inside of him. “Jayce, Wait. We haven’t-”

Leaning down, Jayce seized his jaw with his hand, pressing his mouth to his. He leaned back to look at him before resting his chin on his shoulder, bringing them close together again. A chuckle vibrated in his chest as he felt Viktor tremble from desire. From wanting. He spoke slowly, his voice little more than the notion of a whisper as his breath tickled the short hair at the edge of Viktor's ear. Methodically. As he firmly caressed Viktor’s thigh with his left hand and the middle of his back with his right, his legs holding him steady. “I took care of it. Now let me take care of you.”

The soft red robe pooled around Viktor’s back as he withdrew his arms from it and wrapped them around Jayce’s back, gripping gently but firmly. Not guiding but waiting with breathless anticipation for Jayce to indulge him. Nuzzling his chest as he basked in the warmth that radiated off of him when he rose up off of him just enough to facilitate it. Of the scent of cider, cedar, and amber as Viktor pressed a kiss to the most sensitive part of his chest and gasped as Jayce sank lower and lower, his muscles slowly engulfing him in the way that only he could. Conforming to the shape of him as Jayce accepted Viktor with all the tenderness of a lover, and all the consideration of something more. With no hesitation and heady eagerness. Another flash of lightning, followed by a boom of thunder sent a tremble down Jayce’s spine as Viktor bottomed out inside of him, causing the smaller of the two to tremble like a leaf in a storm as he groaned deeply, shuddering. Jayce gasped, struggling to pull air into his lungs as a sensation only Viktor could put in him swam in his gut and filled his insides with warmth, legs clenching and flexing in lustful dilation. He couldn’t remember the last time it had felt like this. Neither of them could.

Jayce sat back, careful not to apply too much pressure. Viktor hadn’t said anything until it was too late the first time they'd attempted this position; he'd been too caught up in the intimacy and the euphoria of it all. It had been their wedding night after all. They hadn’t been thinking, only acting.

There would be no repeats of that unfortunate bend in the learning curve. Not if Jayce had anything to say about it.

He reached down to stroke Viktor's cheekbones, his face flushed a dark pink as he beheld the utterly enraptured look on Viktor's face. His head was against the pillows, his back partially propped up as he intertwined his fingers with Jayce's at his side and stroked down his chest to his navel with his spare hand in adoration. A weary, blissful smile spread across Viktor’s face as his glassy, lust-hazed eyes worshipped the sight of him wordlessly. His jaw went slack the moment Jayce began to move, heat pooling in his gut at the sight, sound, and sensation of his beloved slowly rising and lowering down the length of his erection with deliberate slowness. It was perfect. Wholly and utterly. The way Jayce clenched around his shaft, sending pulses of pleasure coursing through his veins like the blood that sustained him. With every rise and fall of his hips and his breath, Viktor swore he sank deeper, warm breath ruffling his short walnut hair as Jayce pressed a kiss to it, his eyes closed and his breath coming in steady waves.

Raising up slightly to meet him, Viktor’s thrusts chased Jayce’s heat as he sank and rose onto his length at a steadily building pace. He met him halfway as Jayce came back down, pulling out slowly as he rose again, drawing a groan from them both as they searched for the right rhythm.

“Please… just like that,” Viktor said as he reached up and grasped Jayce by the chin, pulling him into a searing kiss, his honeyed eyes darkened by debauchery. Viktor explored every crevice and corner of his mouth with his tongue while he plunged the depths of Jayce's body with fervor, wrenching a sudden gasp and a shudder from him as they simultaneously pressed against one another in just the right way. Hitting just the right spot inside of Jayce that made his thighs tremble and his stomach tumble into a spasmic fit. His breath slowed, coming in cascades; eyes watering.

Viktor lowered his hand, brushing it down his cheek to his neck, grasping gently but firmly as he readied himself. He squeezed lightly at the sides of Jayce’s throat; more to anchor himself than anything, but it still had the desired effect. Jayce's eyes practically rolled back in his head as his chest heaved, his breath hitching with each thrust as Viktor pitched up to him with plunging, punishing accuracy. They were close. So deliciously close.

“Viktor…” Jayce warned softly, speaking his name as though it were a verse of prose from his favorite work of poetry as his beloved continued to ravish him. Pushing in unyieldingly but tenderly, working the muscles apart in precisely the way that he knew Jayce loved best. Intimately. Knowingly. In a way that only Viktor could. An undeniable ache was making its way into his thighs, but Jayce hardly acknowledged it. It would vanish like dust in the wind soon enough. Such a trifling amount of discomfort was nothing when compared to the sheer ecstasy their lovemaking brought to them. Jayce’s chest heaved, and his abdomen was tighter than he could ever recall it being before, something about this position driving the nerve endings around his opening and his prostate utterly mad. Oh, how he needed this.

Viktor tisked playfully, licking a trail up his chest before taking the pert bud into his mouth, sucking with benevolent softness as he watched him nearly come undone. Felt the muscles in his stomach flutter and beheld the loving warmth in Jayce’s eyes as they gazed at one another. The way Jayce gripped him like a vice in response was heavenly, the combination of sensations nearly too much for him to withstand. Oh, how he needed him.

He’d never know how badly his body longed for this until he’d felt it.

“Jayce, I…” Viktor fought with what little control he had remaining to compose himself. To conjure consonants and vowels, syllables and verbs together in an order vaguely resembling a coherent statement. He closed his eyes and took a breath, falling back against the pillows as he struggled against every force in his body to keep his eyes at least halfway open, his body trembling like the railing on their balcony as it braved the storm outside their walls while Jayce braved the storm within him.

Every inch was like a kiss. A kiss Jayce returned in kind as he slipped his arm behind Viktor and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly; the only sound the melding of their breath and the friction of sweet release. Viktor’s heady moans a symphony as Jayce felt him go limp from the inability to breathe as he dragged him over the precipice into nirvana. 

“Then don’t you dare move,” Jayce said with a deep, lustful chuckle and a lecherous leer as he released Viktor, laying him back against the pillows. He angled himself just right, sitting almost vertically atop Viktor as he dug in deep and picked up the pace just enough to render them both beyond the point of intelligible human speech, their brilliant minds wiped clean of anything resembling thought. There was only sensation. Memory. Love and adoration as they toppled over the precipice of pleasure in unison, Jayce grasping Viktor’s hand as he cried out Jayce’s name like a call to the heavens for relief as a flood of rapturous heat and ecstasy overtook him and sent him spiraling headlong into oblivion. The sensation alone would’ve ended Jayce if he weren’t already leaning back staring at the ceiling, his spurting shaft dousing Viktor’s chest and stomach like a firehose trying to put out the heat surging within them as he gasped and sputtered in an attempt to say something, anything. Nothing came.

Jayce muttered something vaguely, deeply affectionate, but it all slurred together in an indistinguishable haze of curses and phrases as he finally stopped twitching, completely empty and rapidly going flaccid.

With a gasp that sounded like he’d been flayed and gutted, Viktor went totally boneless, utterly spent and nearly overstimulated from the heavenly sensation of their shared release as Jayce slumped over across him, propping himself up on a pillow to watch him come back down to terra firma. He felt Viktor slowly sliding out of him, trembling at the emptiness but grateful for the relief it brought. Now his legs could stop shaking.

Slowly, light returned to their minds. Sight trickled back in, and darkness settled around them. They were back on their bay window bed, surrounded by pillows and warmth and the faint light of candles. By each other as lighting brightened the dark sky just beyond where they roosted. Basking in the unspeakable weight of everything they meant to each other.

“I’m glad you didn’t try to remove it, Jayce,” Viktor said with an impish look in his golden eyes as he smiled at him, running his fingers lackadaisically down the edge of the luxurious lace that swaddled him. It truly was a fetching color on Jayce. Viktor needed an excuse to get him to wear shades of pale pink more often. Though admitting his fondness for the shade on him would no doubt be enough. “I would’ve had to stop you.”

“Oh, I’m sure that wouldn’t have been pretty,” Jayce said without the faintest hint of fear. He smiled at the way Viktor blinked languidly and playfully swatted him as though he were a bothersome fly, scoffing.

A peaceful silence settled over them, blanketing them like fresh dew on shorn grass as they gazed at one another, enraptured by the simple joy of being in one another’s company. The comfort of being one. Being known.

“Thank you, Jayce. This was… wonderful.” Viktor played with that piece of stray hair that always seemed to plague Jayce as he smiled up at him adoringly. “I hope this was…”

Jayce kissed him before he could even ask, slow and delicate as he cherished him. Pulling away breathlessly, Jayce couldn’t help but laugh. “I would sure hope so. After all, I was doing all the steering.”

It was Viktor’s turn to laugh. “Pfft. Most of it.”

Shrugging sarcastically, Jayce shook his head from side to side. “Oh, way to steal credit for all my hard work.”

“Of course. What else am I here for? Decoration?” Viktor quipped, barely containing his laughter as Jayce reached over to tickle him and pepper kisses against his collarbone, earning himself a gentle swatting and a snort as Viktor tried and failed to worm his way out of his grasp, giggling.

And then it occurred to him.

Clarity hit Jayce like a wrecking ball as he attempted to sprint into the kitchen, his legs failing him as they buckled like jelly and he stumbled, cursed under his breath, and then recovered, playing it off as though it were no big deal. He opened the oven, nearly forgot to use the proper protective gear before thinking better of himself, and let out a relieved sigh. Nothing had burned. They still had thirty minutes at the least.

Returning to the sitting room, Jayce paused. Viktor had done it again. He’d vanished down the hall without so much as a sound. Perhaps he’d simply subconsciously tuned the sound of his cane during the time they’d been together, or maybe Viktor was just that good at being sneaky. He couldn’t say. He wasn’t sure. But the subtle shadow cast by something approaching from down the hall was enough to draw his attention.

“Good thing you lit candles, Jayce.” Viktor placed the candle he’d been carrying down that he was carrying on the small table by the front door, an almost sheepish look on his face. “The power went out, but…”

Viktor paused, noticing the fact that Jayce hadn’t put on a robe or anything more… convenient than the lace negligee. He’d seen him sprint into the kitchen… “Jayce… did you just check the oven in that?”

“How else am I going to know if it’s warm?” He fired back all too seriously. And then he grinned like a buffoon. It was a hazard, to say the least, and for the one normally grilling his partner about the virtues of lab safety, it was hilariously hypocritical. But then again, Jayce had never been one to pay attention to safety around heat if his forging habits were anything to go off of. At least he hadn’t been harmed.

Viktor just stared at him before rolling his eyes and slipped something from under his arm inside the robe. His face darkened slightly from the soft pink tint that spread across it as he extended a bundle of something soft to him. “I know you told me that it was unnecessary, but I brought you something to mark the occasion. Two things, actually. But this one first.”

Jayce received the bundle with curiosity and a pleasantly surprised smile. He was hard to buy gifts for. After all, what could you buy a man who already had the only thing he could ever want? He hadn’t wanted Viktor to lose sleep worrying that he’d be disappointed over a subpar gift, so he’d assured him that it wasn’t necessary. But as he unwound the paper and the little bow that covered the box and opened it, he was met with something that he could hardly believe.  

Another lingerie set, noticeably smaller than Jayce’s with cascading silken trails interspersed by pockets of embroidered lace that no doubt stopped just below the butt. Shoulderless with an almost corset-like central garment that flattered the long, lacy sleeves effortlessly. It was frilly and indulgent with flair and spectacle while managing to remain flattering and just as delicate and compromising. Only this one was red with little golden bows. And it had garters and the addition of a set of underwear that would serve to cover absolutely nothing.

“So. How long until dinner is ready?” Viktor said with a flirtatious smirk, raising a brow as he watched Jayce examine the garment in disbelief. Suddenly, the blush on Viktor’s face was all but gone at the sight of the look of enjoyment and anticipation on Jayce’s face. Of his shock. In an instant, he knew what Jayce was thinking, and it emboldened him. Sent a surge of assurance through him that could not easily be tamed. He liked it.

Jayce stared at the garment, his mouth going dry as he envisioned what Viktor would look like in it. How it would cling to the curves of his lithe body. How the color would make his honey colored eyes pop. How it would look when he parted his thighs like a prize waiting to be claimed. Jayce’s gaze shifted over towards Viktor, his eyes filled with a renewed heat, his erection returning with a vengeance. And then he grinned wolfishly. Without hesitation, Jayce scooped Viktor up off his feet as he relinquished his grip on his cane, allowing Jayce to carry him down the hall. They both giggled in anticipation, not even bothering to close the door behind them as they entered their bedroom. On yes. Viktor was going to try that on right now.

Jayce had always been so full of good ideas. And so had Viktor.

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Oh, Sugar, I’ve Got a Taste For You Now

(Overstim + Edging + Breeding + Sub/Dom Drop) Carnal desires and fantasies are indulged, limits are pushed, and a bit of aftershock ensues. After, Jayce and Viktor have a much-needed heartfelt heart-to-heart about the nature and limitations of their rather unorthodox relationship.

Notes: This oneshot is a part 2 to the very first one in this anthology (I've developed a taste for you), so if you came back for more Professor Magevik, I've got you covered! Read the endnotes for this chapter for more on that, actually.

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Spring break was the first time that Viktor ever asked Jayce to top him.

He’d been all nerves the first time, shaking like a damp leaf in a coastal thunderstorm. Terrified that he wouldn’t measure up. After all, how could he ever hope to hold a candle to what came as second nature to Viktor? 

The second time, he’d been capable. Still noticeably uneasy and lacking in firsthand experience, but a bit less clumsy and, as always, ever eager to please. He was internalizing the concept of pacing. How to identify when to slow down or carry on full steam ahead. What constituted a firm press vs a gentle stroke. Just how much a simple change in angle could do to him.

But by the third time, he’d been confident. Self-assured of his adequacy. And this time, he came with expectations of his own. Goals that he aimed to accomplish. Viktor was a professor, after all. It was only right that he educate him. And teach him he had. About the way his body felt when he was close; the way his legs and back trembled as the strain set in. How long he could prevail if he truly pushed him to his limit. How many rounds in the ring he could last with Jayce. In increments, he’d come to know him. The way he felt when he was buried deep inside of him, the euphoria of his walls clenching around him until a thick, impenetrable haze settled over his brain. How Viktor’s breath hitched when Jayce deprived him of the delicious friction he so desperately desired. How he looked with his grey streaked walnut brown hair clinging to his face, shoulders hunched as salty sweat stippled his skin like the moles on his back.

Much like he was right now.

But now the spring semester was over. Finals had come and gone like the cool air of spring. And they had all the time in the world to spend together.

This time, Jayce had managed to drag two from him before he’d started to protest. It wasn’t the friction or the pressure. No, he quite liked a certain measure of that. And he was shockingly adept at tuning out the way his upper and lower back twinged a bit as Jayce held him in place against the surface of the desk, the back of his neck firmly in the younger man’s grasp as he plunged into him from behind without reprieve.

It was the need for closeness conflicting with utter overstimulation. The way he fought tooth and nail to be released, but craved Jayce’s embrace all the same. He wanted to fill him; to stoke the flames within that held true loneliness at bay. He’d been satisfied with one, well past done at two, but as the third approached and Jayce continually denied him the sweet ecstasy of release, fatigue had earnestly started to set in. And so had vulnerability.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt it.

Jayce lingered at his opening, spreading and stretching the sensitive muscles with the tip of his member. Sending reverberating faultines of sensation straight down into the soles of his feet as he mewed, able to do nothing more than offer himself up. To yield and be partied, allowing him unrestricted access. But despite what feeble protests his body could conjure up in the form of sporadically clenching muscles as his walls failed to gain purchase around him, Jayce did not humor him. Instead, he continued to tease his opening, his head lapping at a deposit of cum that threatened to drizzle from within him. Jayce migrated the hand he’d previously been using to white knuckle Viktor’s hip over to grasp his behind, spreading him. He growled. The sight alone was intoxicating.

“Jayce.” Viktor hazarded, his chest heaving from the effort required to draw breath. Jayce’s hold wasn’t too firm, but it was iron-clad. Resolute.

“You're not supposed to be speaking, my love.” He released his neck and wound his fingers through Viktor’s long hair, gripping but not pulling. Holding him steady. His breath hitched in reaction to his touch, expecting something that would not come. Jayce watched as the tension left his shoulders and he relaxed again. His brow furrowed at the sight, concern blooming in his chest. Part of him wondered where he’d learned to internalize that involuntary reaction. Hopefully not from him. The younger of the two felt his chest clench from guilt as his furrow deepened, and he worried at his bottom lip with his tongue and his teeth. Jayce then leaned over him, pressing his lips to the back of his neck as he spoke. Whispering reassuringly without an ounce of malice to be seen. “Did you forget?”

“Ah. I apologize. My mistake.” Viktor mumbled quietly as his head fell to one side, his shoulders no longer willing to support the weight of his neck. Suddenly, Jayce felt his thighs tremble as he finally plunged deeper into him, brushing against his prostate. Viktor closed his eyes, a faint but heartfelt whimper passing through his partially open lips as he was finally granted precisely what he desired. Jayce smiled mischievously, fulfillment blooming in his chest at the sight of him in such a sorry state. Glorious.

“Make it up to me. Tell me you want me again.”

Viktor didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. Couldn’t. “I want you.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” Jayce jested casually, releasing his grip on his butt just long enough to reach up and rub the center of his back. Viktor exhaled deeply, his touch soothing his sore body like a balm to burned skin. “You don’t sound as enthusiastic as you did before. What’s wrong, Viktor? Are you getting tired of me already?”

“No. I want you. Truly.” Viktor emplored, perhaps a bit more fervently than he should’ve. He almost sounded afraid that Jayce would disappear if his proclamations of devotion and admiration weren’t sincere enough. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Jayce blinked, halting his ministrations for just a moment as he released his hold on Viktor’s hair. The strands slipped from his fingers, and Jayce watched as something resembling panic blossomed in his eyes for a split second before disappearing as Jayce reached up and brushed the back of his hand against Viktor’s face. He leaned over and kissed his forehead, watching as he closed his eyes again and leaned into the heat of his touch. “Then I’ll give you what you need. But you have to tell me where.”

Again, Viktor didn’t hesitate. But he did flush a bit. “Deep inside of me. Just like the rest. Please. Don’t waste anything. Don’t you dare.”

Chuckling to himself, Jayce picked up the pace again. He was close. They both were. “Awfully demanding today, aren’t we?”

But Viktor wasn’t granted an opportunity to respond. Just as he opened his mouth, the head of Jayce’s throbbing shaft dug into his prostate again, and he gasped as his orgasm crashed into him with the combined force of an extinction-level event. His legs went limp as what little was left within him spilled against the back side of the desk, his eyes fluttering closed as they rolled back in his head. A breathless, choked sound escaped from deep within his chest as he more or less collapsed against the polished surface of the desk. He would’ve slipped right off of Jayce and down onto the floor below if Jayce hadn’t reached up and caught him under the right arm, steadying him with another hand on his left thigh. A moment later, Jayce followed suit, pressing in with an audible squelch as the rest of his seed joined their comrades within him, blanketing his insides with silky warmth.

“My god. That was incredible.” Jayce managed, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder. He could already feel himself gradually going lax within him. What a shame. He wasn’t convinced Viktor had a fourth round in him, but he certainly did. Theoretically, at least. His refractory period disagreed.

Remaining silent for longer than expected, Viktor slowly opened his eyes, meeting Jayce’s. There was something gloomy behind them. “I… Yes. It was.”

Jayce instantly clued in, his eyes widening and his pupils dilating as he carefully helped him stand. “Viktor, are you alright? Is something wrong?”

“No, I… “ For the second time in only a few minutes' time, he wavered. “It’s nothing. I simply require a moment alone to… process. I’ll wait for you.”

Jayce looked at him in utter silence. He wasn’t offended. Far from it. But it was customary for him to take a shower shortly after being intimate with Viktor. They both did. The difference was that this time he clearly wouldn’t be joining him. Something was off. The red flags were as clear as day. 

Jayce exhaled softly. He wouldn’t press him. Not now, at least.

“Okay.” Jayce leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, one that he reciprocated, but almost distantly, initially. Almost as though his thoughts were far off. But he raised a hand to Jayce’s bicep and stroked it soothingly nonetheless, deepening their kiss before pulling away. Jayce stared, his eyes filled with an ardor that only worry could facilitate. “I’ll see you soon.”

Viktor could only nod, his smile not quite meeting his eyes.

—

Jayce stewed on the implications of what had just happened in the shower for what felt like a lifetime, pondering where he’d gone wrong. Had it been something he’d said? Had he been too forceful? Should he have asked if things were getting out of hand? They had a color system in place, but…

Gods. He had to see him. He was clean enough.

Drying hastily and retrieving his robe, he returned to the study. It was a stately split-level space with two rounded half staircases that descended into the adjoining living space, replete with rich, dark wood and stylish yet comfortable furniture. Raised panels adorned the high walls where towering bookcases did not. Large leafy plants were scattered about. The kind that Jayce was certain he'd overwater if given the chance. He lacked Viktor's mythical green thumb. An oblong fireplace mounted from the pitched ceiling occupied the rightmost corner of the room, casting a warm shadow over the plush, fluffy faux fur rug spread across the majority of the dark stone floors. In truth, it was a secondary living room, but Viktor's preferences for its use were clear. And to be fair, it also boasted the best view in the house. Right out over the forested river through a pair of large, floor-length crescent windows framed in dark timber, just like the beams above them.

The desk they'd just occupied looked out over the rest of the living area from above with a vantage point over the same view. It was clear to see why he'd chosen this spot for it. But what was far less clear was why he was sitting on the floor in front of the window on the far side of the room in nothing more than his own robe.

It seemed they were a matching set.

Jayce approached cautiously, suddenly feeling as though he were attempting to corner a frightened bunny without it scampering away.

Seemingly lost in thought, Viktor was peering out over the water. His expression was placid and subdued, much the same as the current beyond the glass. Something was roiling under it. Something that Jayce simply couldn’t comprehend as things currently stood.

He lowered himself to the floor beside him, taking note of the way Viktor’s gaze briefly redirected towards him before falling over nothing in particular. It was disconcerting to see him so distant. So lost in thought over something he could only guess at. And yet, he knew what it stemmed from all the same. The suspense was killing him. What had transpired between them? What had gone wrong? How could he make Viktor whole?

Jayce meekly placed a hand on his forearm with the all the lightness of a feather, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry if that was too much. Did I take it too far?”

Viktor regarded him silently, seemingly mulling the words over. Suddenly, what he’d actually said occurred to him, and he paused, gazing deeply into his eyes as he raised his own hand and placed it overtop Jayce’s on his arm. He shook his head.

“No, you… Did precisely as I asked.” He confessed, looking down for a moment. His lips creased. “But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You always do.”

Jayce squinted slightly. “I’m not sure I understand. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“In a sense, I suppose, but…” Viktor sighed, visibly withdrawing a bit. His shoulders fell as he glanced out over the water again. He then looked back down at Jayce’s hand under his own, the corner of his lip upturning before it fell again. He closed his eyes slowly, reopening them with a flutter.

Reaching over to brush his hand against his cheek and neck, Jayce made his voice low. Soothing. Viktor closed his eyes again, eagerly leaning into the gesture. His hand came to rest against his shoulder, “Talk to me.”

“At times, I fear that I have weaponized your admiration of me. That I have unintentionally manipulated you for my own benefit.” He confessed, the space just above the bridge of his nose creasing noticeably. He suddenly looked much older. Like a weight that hadn’t been there before had just settled onto his shoulders. “I have never once been romantically involved with someone so much younger than myself, let alone a student.”

Jayce’s eyes widened a bit. Oh. He smiled. “To be fair, I kinda came to you.”

“And I should've known better. Should exercise more restraint. And yet... I simply cannot. By all accounts, I shouldn't even find you attractive. You are young enough to be my child, and yet…” Viktor blanched at his own comment, something unpleasant stirring in his stomach. Somehow, saying that out loud had made it far too real for his liking. He cupped his face with his left hand, inhaling deeply. Gods. How had it come to this?

“And yet,” Jayce added, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close. Viktor’s head fell against his shoulder after a brief interlude for deliberation. But he was nothing if not a creature in need of comfort. How could he deny what was so freely given to him with no strings attached?

“It changes nothing.” Viktor relented, confirming what Jayce already knew. It hadn’t been a question. They knew one another too well. “It isn't your body that I desire. It is your mind. Your insatiable, singular intellect.”

“Yeah. I know.” Jayce pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his side.

Viktor tilted his head to the side slightly, miffed. “I'm not being facetious.”

Deepening his next kiss, he brought his right arm to rest against his lap, half pulling Viktor into his lap as he cradled him as though he were something unfathomably precious. Viktor stilled as Jayce ran his hand down his thigh, massaging it. Rubbing comforting circles into his side. They remained silent for several minutes, Jayce taking in the sight of Viktor listening to his heartbeat, head against his chest, and eyes half closed. His eyes were glassy. His composure was slipping. Jayce let his left arm fall, hand landing against the outside of Viktor’s thigh, replacing his right hand as he brought it up to Viktor’s chin so that he could tilt his head back and look into his honeyed gold eyes from above. He kissed him again. Softly.

“Neither am I. I mean, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find you insanely attractive, but that’s a bonus.” He spoke slowly. Gently. As if the weight of the words needed time to sink in. “It’s always been your mind that I’ve been captivated by. I don’t think you understand just how alluring you really are.”

Viktor blushed, glancing down. A solitary tear ran down the left side of his face, leaving a moisture trail behind that Jayce hastily kissed away.

“You could have anyone, Jayce. You are young. Attractive. Brilliant.” Viktor pleaded as though he were trying to convince him, putting special emphasis on that final word. But as true as everything he’d said was, as much as he meant every syllable of every word, as much as he wanted that for him, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t terrified that Jayce might agree with him and see the merits of his declaration. That he might leave.

He tilted his head up again, meeting his eyes with reverence as Viktor struggled to cling to the last vestiges of his composure. As he braced himself for a goodbye that he’d seen looming over the horizon the first day they’d touched. He’d just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. Not when he’d finally learned what it meant to be truly alive again.

Luckily, Jayce saw right through it. 

“But I choose you, Viktor.” He spoke definitively. No indecisiveness. No regret. Only the assurance of someone who knew what they wanted.

“And I haven’t an inkling as to why.” Viktor gave him a sad smile. Truly, he was baffled. He knew Jayce spoke no falsehoods, but… 

“Maybe it’s just my idealistic youth that you love teasing me about speaking, but I’ve never felt like anything less than your equal.” Jayce smiled, eyes gleaming with adoration. He paused, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. Taking a moment to formulate a proper response. And then he continued, elaborating on his previous point. “You respect me. You inspire me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Not that I could ever top you, but still.”

“Oh, you most certainly can.” Viktor quipped despite himself, cringing internally at his timing. Now was not the time. They were having a serious discussion. But despite everything, Jayce simply stared for a moment and then cackled, shaking his head. It was good to see that the gloomy subject matter hadn’t put a damper on Viktor’s glowing sense of humor. The sass was baked in, it seemed. Chissled into his very bones. Good.

Silence fell over them again. They watched the water. Listened to the flicker of the fire. Basked in the presence of one another. After several moments of splendid, rapturous quietude, Viktor sat up, turning to face Jayce. He raised his right hand, using it to cradle Jayce’s cheek and jaw as he leaned in and kissed him with all the tender adoration that his body contained. Savoring the taste of his. His hair was a mess. He was precious. He held his face, gazing so deeply into his eyes that he swore he touched his soul.

“Thank you, Jayce.” The words came from the very depths of his soul. He felt the weight melt away. Felt reinvigorated, if not categorically drained by the evening’s escapades. Stroking his face tenderly, he smiled. And this time, his eyes glowed brilliantly in the dim light, exuding a warmth that put the fireplace to shame. “For what it’s worth, I… I’ve felt more alive in these last few months that I’ve spent with you than I have in decades.”

Gazing into his eyes, Jayce felt himself tear up. “Getting emotional in front of one of your students isn’t a good look on you, Viktor.”

Viktor scoffed. He hoped Jayce never ran out of witty rejoinders. He could be such a brat sometimes. It was very attractive. “Eh. I can’t say that I care.”

Jayce grinned, pulling him close again. He never wanted to let him go again. They could stay just as they were, even if the floor was a tad bit colder than he would’ve liked. “Good. I don’t either.”

—

So um… I might be slightly obsessed with these two. To an unhealthy degree. Do you guys want more of them in their own stand-alone fic or something, because I have ideas, and I just HAVE to get them out of my body, or I think I might explode. Something about their dynamic just speaks to me. I could do so much with them. I don’t even know what to say.