#maybe !!

that is until viktor gets half way into the first paragraph before he gives up, pressing his head into his hand. “this is ridiculous! i can’t do this.” he grumpily says, pressing the papers into jayce’s chest to give them back to him.

jayce takes up the papers along with vik’s hand as he holds it gently in his own large hand. “no, come on v! you were doing fine.” jayce states in a matter-of-fact tone and you nod in agreement on the other side of vik.

you take vik’s other hand and place a sweet kiss against it. “he’s right viktor. you just need some…encouragement!” you exclaim with a smile. viktor and jayce give you a puzzling look as to what encouragement you could have in mind. “how about for every paragraph you get through i’ll…take off a piece of clothing.”

“w-what!?” viktor gasps, blinking at you with wide eyes as if you’re nothing but serious about it. “and how is that…going to help me?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, mirroring jayce’s shocked face as they both stare at you; dumbfounded.

you shrug, moving to stand in front of the two men, hands on your hips. “i’m not sure but it can’t hurt to try.” you remark.

jayce laughs a little but nods along, handing vik back the speech he’s to work on, before moving to stand beside you where he then rests a hand on your lower back. “i’ll help.” he adds to your provocation, sliding his hand along your waist until he lays a hot hand against your hip as he bends down to place a kiss against your neck.

viktor stares for a moment in silence, debating in his mind but ultimately the thought of you stripping wins him over. his eyes move over the words of the speech in his hand as he begins to repeat them aloud. his voice is a little smaller but ultimately calmer as he begins to actually read the speech. after the first paragraph he eagerly glances up at you and jayce from over the edge of the paper. and you both keep your promise, jayce removes a piece of your clothing.

he starts with your shirt, fingers gripping the hem tightly before ever so slowly he pulls it up. and he easily removes your shirt up and over your head; tossing it onto the desk beside viktor, before he returns to placing kisses against your neck. his hands smooth along your semi-exposed body as viktor stares longingly at the two of you.

he quickly returns to reading the speech. reads through 3 or 4 more paragraphs worth of the speech with a calmer, more focused tone than he previously had been. presents himself with more confidence than before; as the last piece of your clothing is being taken away by jayce. you help him by shifting your legs a little, lifting your feet to help him discard your underwear.

viktor stares as all of it happens. “i don’t think i can focus anymore...” he mutters under his breath, laughing a little as he lowers the paper.

“only a little more to go.” jayce hums in response towards vik as his hands trail along your body. warm fingers groping your skin, showing you off like a prize he’s won as viktor watches with hungry eyes.

“you’re doing so good though sweetheart.” you add with a smile, trailing your hand down the front of vik’s chest, stopping at the edge of his belt. “keep going. i love listening to you v.” you whisper while your fingers work on undoing viktor of his pants. you slide your palm against the front of his underwear, moving to kiss along his jaw.

one of jayce’s hands follows your own to vik’s lower half as he joins in on rubbing vik through his underwear while his other hand slips between your thighs. his fingers press right up against your cunt, rubbing slowly as he kisses the back of your neck.

viktor gasps softly at the hands groping him, fingers slightly trembling as he watches everything going on before him. jayce’s hands on you, your hands on him, the kissing at his neck, his breath hitching as you slip your hand beneath his underwear and give him a swift stroke. “mmph this is!” viktor whines, pressing his full weight onto the desk.

you smile as viktor stumbles over his words, unable to really speak as you and jayce’s hands wrap around his stiffening cock.

“if you finish with the speech quickly vik, i’ll let you fuck me.” you respond with another stroke, chuckling as vik gasps again. but it’s cut short as you instead deeply groan when jayce’s fingers press inside of you, a shiver runs down your spine.

“she’s wet just from thinkin’ about it.” jayce sweetly hums, fingers flexing inside of you while his other hand moves along vik with your own. “your voice is so nice vik. it turns her on.” jayce adds, spilling any dark secret you may have tried to hide.

you pout at his words and if he could see your face you’d roll your eyes at what he says. instead you press into him, feeling his own stiff cock grind against your body. “you’re one to talk jay. you’re as turned on as i am.” you respond now with a grin. listening, and loving every second, as jayce groans as you rub up against him. “you love listening to him too. you’re so hard right now…”

“please uh, now is not the time you two.” viktor remarks, interrupting you two, as a red hue settles vividly on his face. clearly, he had not realized the two of his lovers had enjoyed his voice so much and the embarrassment is staining across his pale skin now. he clears his throat while pressing a hand against his lips in an attempt to hide his face from your watchful gaze.

jayce and you suddenly connect a few dots that maybe viktor really, really liked being complimented and praised. “mmm, i really enjoy it when vik talks about the work he does in the lab. he’s always so charming when he speaks.” you say as you move to viktor’s side, glancing at jayce as he flanks to the left. your hand moves slightly faster against vik’s erection while jayce follows in your direction. you rub against vik’s tip, returning to kiss at his neck, while jayce mimics everything you do.

“mhm. i love hearing his voice when he orders me around too.” jayce comments with a chuckle against vik’s skin.

vik in return half moans, half whimpers at the sudden praise. the speech now long forgotten, set off to the side, as vik closes his eyes in pleasure. “you two…”

fuck the speech, the crowd, the council, and everything in between the only thing you wanted to do now was viktor. and it seems like jayce agrees with you as the two of you share a knowing look. your watch as jayce turns viktor towards him, watching as the two lock lips in a heated make-out. you shift vik’s underwear down and finally pull him free, scraping your teeth along vik’s pale neck.

“let’s see just how pretty his voice can get, hmm?”

“Sweetness,” the brunette tuts in a come now sort of fashion that makes her skin prickle with delight. “I hate making a fuss. That is all.”

Her brows furrow in at the center of her forehead, lips pressing into a thin line despite the overwhelming urge to kiss the skin she can reach.

She says, “No, you love making a fuss. Go on, have another go. I love guessing when you play off your reticence as modesty.”

As admonished as a woman like Varya can be, she pulls back , dark eyes searching for a moment before she presses the pad of her thumb to the love line on Shadowheart’s palm. This little camp they’ve made for themselves on their way out from the Shadowlands is dreadfully quiet at night—morguelike, even—and in the lapse of their more hushed conversation, she’s sure she can hear the uneasy thump, thump, thump-thump of the other woman’s heart.

The silence compounds on top of the divinely-punishing quiet from Shar; it bleeds and bloats, a swollen corpse, bulging eyes and splitting skin as it winds around them. The now-familiar sensation of panic begins to coil inside of her. It wiggles its fingers between the slats of her ribs and grips, yanks, rocks back and forth, getting bigger with each passing second.

You don’t understand, she wants to say. It’s just that I really—I really think that I—with you, I need—I need you to—

“I missed you.” Varya glances at her through curtained lashes. Her fingertips graze the inside of Shadowheart’s wrist as she sidles back closer again. “Most immodestly.”

No smoke and mirrors here, not anymore. Not with the way looking feels like kissing, not with the way she can feel Varya’s breath against her lips, count the freckles touched by each individual lash; the intimacy of the moment, with only whispers of physical contact somehow sustaining each suspended second, almost washes away the strange panic that sits high in her throat every time she wakes up to find the other woman gone.

“If only there were a solution to that,” she manages through the tightness, “such as not disappearing as much, or so often.”

“My, you are cross with me,” Varya remarks lightly. One of her hands drops to the dip of Shadowheart’s collarbone, fingers tracing the shape and curve of it. “What is it, then? Must I divine this dark cloud over your soul myself? Is it a test? I am very good at tests.”

Yes. “No,” Shadowheart says. “There is no dark cloud, and it is no test. It would simply do you good to not go where not a single one of us knows to check, in the instance you fail to return.”

“I suppose I should inform whoever I like the least,” her paramour muses, even as her fingers idly tug at the laces of Shadowheart’s top, “so that they may be the ones to find me, and lose their extremities—since my failure to return would be predated only by complete bodily-haunting, such as what we dealt with the other night.”

Her eyes narrow. She begins, rather primly, “Well—”