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d34d4ft3rd4rk · 26 days ago

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NSFW HC's— Mateo, Hector, Eddie & Volt x GN!Reader (MDNI)

A/N: Wrote these as more of a practice to get back into the swing of writing after Uni fucked me in the ass with no prep. Thank you for reading<3 not proofread sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language :-] if you have a request for a specific character id love to see them!

WC: 2.1K

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Mateo

With Mateo, you’re going to find a lover that is gentle and accommodating, firm on boundaries but not harshly so! He genuinely loves you with his entire being, that's why he’s willing to have these could be hard conversations.

Definitely a pleasure top, loves taking orders, loves seeing how he makes you feel good. Loves asking how you feel when his hands are exploring your body, “How’d that feel?”, “Does that feel good? Yeah?”, asks the same questions when he’s deep inside you, he doesn’t want to hurt you and… he gets carried away when he’s balls deep inside his favorite human, so he makes sure to prioritize your comfort and pleasure above his.

Dare I say, foreplay is his favorite part. Loves pawing at your clothes, his fingers playing with your already sensitive sex as your pajamas are ruined because of him.

No matter how embarrassing it sounds, one of the quickest ways to get him horny is to sleep with him—your blanket—between your legs, especially if you’ve just masturbated before going to bed.

Mateo loves having his mouth on you in general. Sucks on your nipples, licks the cum spilled on your stomach, licks your neck after giving you a hickey, licks between your pecs/breasts, man just loves the taste of you.

If you let him cum inside you—the affirmation alone makes his cock throb inside you by the way—he’ll let out a whine so pathetically needy, thanking you over and over again as he slams his hips down, capturing your lips in a kiss before thrusting as deep as he can. Biting down on your lip in pure ecstasy. Tears forming in those beautiful eyes of his as you feel him filling you up.

As mentioned above, very vocal and whiny when he gets needy. When you’re in the middle or even just foreplay, his voice is low and breathy, as he gets closer to the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy and your name starts to spill out of his lips non-stop; that’s when he gets whiny.

Receiving blowjobs are kind of a guilty pleasure for him. You did so much for him after all, asking you to suck him off without gaining pleasure in equal measure in return— hr can’t even get himself to ask. Even though he has had at least 3 wet dreams about it, the way your mouth envelops all of him, you wouldn’t let go until he came down your throat- fuck he knows you wouldn’t. He wants that shit carnally, if you tell him you want to make him cum with your mouth, he almost cries and cums on the spot.

Please, pretty please force him to cum down your throat, he might actually pass out, but it would be the best way to go in his mind. Don’t let go of his thighs and bury your head even deeper. Take his dick so deep that you feel his tip press on the back of your throat. The sensation alone will have him cry out your name and cum so fast and- so much.

After foreplay, aftercare is his favorite time. Loves spoiling you, feeling your warmth as you wrap him around you. Kisses you everywhere, makes sure to clean you up before himself, always puts you above himself. Cuddles you to sleep, a temple kiss as you fall asleep is a Mateo guarantee every time.

Hector

Honestly, he’ll be whatever the hell you want him to be, but he’s a pleasure top at heart. He loves being dominated, but also wants to be the one that gives you the pleasure. He wants to be the reason you can’t form coherent sentences as he’s fucking you, just like you asked him to.

He really can’t help himself sometimes, he just has to tease you. Like the hand on your nape being way colder than you expected as the hand he’s using to tease your sex being way hotter than expected— it creates a heavenly overstimulating experience that has you squirming in his hold, much to his delight.

One of his biggest kinks is being tied up, completely helpless. You could just leave him there while you watch and tease the tip of his dick with your index finger, just pressing on his slit a little bit to tease him about how much pre is coming out, and he just cums on the spot. Something about feeling like he’s your present, especially if you use pretty ropes— that’ll make him feel so pretty, actually!

Continuing on with the tied up part, he loves it he really does it’s just sometimes, not being able to touch you as you’re going down on him feels like pure torture. Of course, you’re going to make him cum just from getting his dick sucked, and his hole fingered as he begs and cries about wanting to touch you so badly, his fingers are itching, he’s crying and begging but know that the longer you deny him what he wants the more you’ll absolutely ruin him when you give him what he wants.

Ride him. That’s the fastest way to make him cum. You’re in control, on top of him and using his dick for your own pleasure? Oh yeah, he has already made peace with the fact that he’s going to cum as soon as his tip even touches your entrance. He’s just so, so sensitive to your every touch. He eats up every bit of sensation you make him feel. Though, he is very durable. He can go for a few rounds even if he’s crying because of the overstimulation, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re getting use out of him. He was made to please you, after all.

By any chance you give him free rein and let him fuck you however he wants to, prepare for it to get messy. His dick will slip out of you multiple times, pre and cum will be all over your inner thighs, but somehow it’ll be the best fuck you’ll ever have because it is driven by desperation, by love and fully shameless attraction towards your whole being outside and inside. Will cry if he cums inside of you prematurely, apologizing again and again whether you two used condoms or not.

His body temperature will be a mess as well. When he’s so close to the edge, his entire body will burn up and up and as soon as he orgasms he will be ice-cold, it’ll take a while for him to adjust back to a comfortable degree. His fingers will be so cold from sheer excitement and nervousness bubbling inside of him while in foreplay, then it’s just going to get hotter and hotter until you’re both sweating buckets. He will do his best to adjust the temperature of his dick, finger, and mouth as to give you the full experience of getting it on with your…well, HVAC.

Would do his best to give you after care, but the poor thing’s nerves are fried beyond belief, so it’s up to you most of the time. Please never put off physical contact for long after sex, he’ll get so insecure about if he did well or if you’re disappointed or if he upset you. Loves kisses on his temple and tips of his fingers the most. So sweet to you after it, even more so, basically sings your praises with every breath he takes just to make you understand how much he loves you and how much of a treasure your body is to him as much as you yourself are.

My baby…

Eddie & Volt

Good God, these two. Prepare to be double-teamed or participate in double-teaming one of them because it is a guarantee that it’s going to happen.

Classic position in any throuple having sex, you’ll suck Eddie off as Volt is fucking into you from behind. They are both gentle but firm in their movements. Gentle to make sure they don’t hurt you or make you uncomfortable, firm in their movements as they do love using their most likely more superior physical strength on you. Such as, Volt practically gripping your hips with a force tethering on the edge of bruising as he thrusts into you with a good amount of force. Eddie will cup your chin in his palm as he forces you to look up at him as you take his dick all the way when Volt thrusts particularly slow and deep, leading to a cacophony of sounds of their moans and grunts and wet noises you can’t really control when your mouth is stuffed.

This position could also be varied in this way; if you have a dick or are willing to use a strap, Eddie will fuck into you as you’re deep inside Volt. Eddie loves having his hand on your throat as an anchor as he’s essentially fucking your brains out from behind as Volt has his arms wrapped around you, you’re using his thighs as an anchor with a death grip on them as the sensation of being full and being inside Volt along with both of their moans, whines, and praises does leave you a dumb little thing. “Close already, live wire?” as Eddie’s breathy voice is brushing against your ear, Volt is digging his nails on your back at the same time, “Look how needy he is already, don’t want to disappoint him do you?” when you shake your head, you hear him let out a deep chuckle, “Then don’t stop moving those hips, he needs to cum before you, don’t forget,” releasing your neck from his hold as Volt hugs you even tighter. With a loud moan as you feel Eddie hit that sweet spot, you let your hips move on their own with desperation, earning a moan of your name from both of them.

You’re getting on that damn counter if you ever, and I mean ever, tease them on the opening hours. Your punishment? Spreading your legs for them on the counter while Volt uses his mouth on your sex in a way that’s barely stimulating but so tantalizing that you can’t help but thrust your hips up for more friction as Eddie’s fingers once again knowingly brush over that damn sweet spot. They’re doing it on purpose, giving you the sensation of pleasure but keeping the actual pleasure itself so, so close yet so far away to melt you into a begging, desperate mess.

This specific scenario will never leave my mind: You're on Eddie’s lap, your thighs are right on top of his, him opening his legs and yours in the process as he watches Volt fuck into you as he forces you to open your legs up when they close on instinct.

Volt’s guilty—but not really— pleasure is eating you out after Eddie just came inside of you:

If you’re AFAB he just loves the taste of both you and Eddie as he rubs your clit and fingers you with a brutally fast pace on your already overstimulated sex to make you cum on his tongue one more time, moaning into your cunt when you do so.

For AMAB, he loves eating you out yes but his favorite thing to do is lick all that pre off of your tip, he loves the clean you up after a good fuck with Eddie, his tongue never leaving your tip as he sucks on the already sensitive tip and moans as your cum fills his mouth and the feel of your tip throbbing on his tongue is just heavenly.

You and Volt love teaming up on Eddie, it’s just so damn good. Volt takes Eddie’s dick out of his pants, gives his tip a kitten lick and helps you take all of it into your mouth. Stroking him as you suck Eddie off, Volt’s other hand cupping Eddie’s balls as he tells you to give them attention too. Teases Eddie for the very whiny noises that escape him, especially as he cums down your throat, he lets out such a pretty moan when he does so. Oh, Volt will never let him forget that, endless teasing material.

I wanted to write about how they’d try to fuck you with both of their dick’s in only one of your hole, but I don’t have much energy, so I’m just planting that idea in your lovely heads.

Aftercare will be 10/10 every time. Some cool water, both of them cleaning you up as you just lay there and get treated like royalty. Eddie will even have your favorite fruits stocked in their fridge just to give you some with a deep blush on his cheeks as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out 5 minutes ago. Volt is amazing at making you feel at ease, his voice is just so damn soothing, and he knows where to touch as he’s massaging you. Three-way cuddle, of course you’re in the middle.

#good evening guess who has a new fandom

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d34d4ft3rd4rk · 2 months ago

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Bottom Jayce Week Day 1: At the Edge of the Night

Summary: Word Count 8.7K! AO3 Link

(Cockwarming + Edging) After taking sanctuary in a Rakkor settlement in the foothills of Mount Targon, Jayce laments the frigid, unforgiving cold that never seems to leave him as of late. To his dismay, Viktor suddenly finds himself awake in the middle of the night, and his ever-helpful partner offers to help rectify an ongoing issue. TLDR: Jayce learns an important lesson about the virtues of NEVER interrupting someone's sleep.

My Bottom Jayce Week Lineup can be found HERE!

So if you want to check out all the other fics for the other days, go for it! I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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Mount Targon was the very image of everything the myths and legends invoked.

To attempt to properly describe its scale and magnitude was a fool's errand. What was visible to the naked eye below the crest of the heavens above was only a minuscule, insignificant fragment of what lingered far above them; that much was clear without much thought given to it. And yet, it was nearly impossible to attempt to fully comprehend, so grand was its magnitude.

The Hexgates had been the tallest thing that either of them had ever fathomed they’d see in their finite lifespans. Now they realized they’d never truly comprehended the concept of height at all.

The base of the mountain was all that could be seen for miles upon miles in almost any given direction, all but for the gradually sloping grassy plains that melded into distant Shurima. Beyond that, nothing else could be perceived. They were truly at the ends of the known world.

The night that the Acceleration Rune deemed fit to spit them out atop Mount Targon had been frigid and merciless, battering them with all the primal, unwarranted ferocity of the tides sinking a ship as they did battle against the elements in utter futility. They’d stumbled down from a great height, snow blind, disheartened, and sorely undressed for the weather. But now, everything was quiet. Serene, even. Silent but for the breeze that couldn’t quite be called wind in good faith, but was still strong all the same.

In the weeks that melded into months that followed, they’d taken refuge in a Solari settlement and then the lodgings that they now occupied. They were at the base of the mountain, but that somehow meant very little in the grand scheme of things. They’d simply migrated to another settlement at the edge of the plains, rolling hills gradually flattening into gentle plateaus for as far as the eye could see. At times, the world still felt as though it lingered far beneath them from their place against the base of the mountain, nothing more than a distant memory. And yet, not a somber, mournful one. It was difficult to quantify what either of them truly felt about their place in the grand scheme of things now, but that was partially because they largely refused to, opting instead to take things one day at a time and give themselves over to the monumental effort that recuperating so often proved to be.

Convalescing indoors as often as they could had proven to be an optimal use of their mental and physical energy the vast majority of the time. Anything that spared them the vague disquietment that so often assailed them in random intervals if they dared attempt to comprehend everything that had happened was a worthwhile endeavor. But as time passed, the pain dulled slightly, and with it came a simple truth. The past was set in stone. The future, much less so. They could shape their own destinies now. Fate no longer had designs for them. They had a future.

Or they would if Viktor didn’t cause them to freeze to death first.

He’d been on the second-story private loggia that connected their lodgings to the outside world for the better part of thirty minutes now, arms resting over the railing as he looked off into the distance. Content to feel the cold air trail across his face as it rustled his hair and clothing. He wasn’t underdressed per se, but what scant heat the room contained seemed to vacate the longer Jayce beheld him through the small window that separated Viktor from his place in their shared bed.

With a soft sigh, Jayce rose to stoke the embers of the small fire that smoldered a few meters from their place of slumber. He shuddered, a chill shooting up his body as his bare feet made contact with the stone floor below. The building was chiseled out of the mountain itself just as the majority of the structures in the village were, so the soft woven rug that covered the floor below in the hopes of providing some semblance of warmth did little more than prove to be a product of wishful thinking.

With his singular objective now complete, Jayce turned his attention elsewhere. He had a task in mind. He grasped the wooden double doors that led outside, going rigid as he was met with the unmistakable chill of the outside world. He barely crossed the threshold, unwilling to sacrifice any more of the precious heat that they’d cultivated to the whims of the mountain. Unlike Viktor, he was underdressed for the weather.

But that was only because Viktor had stolen his coat, of course.

“It was my understanding that you hated the cold,” Came a familiar voice in dry jest. Viktor didn’t turn to regard him, but he didn’t need to. It was just the two of them, after all. Who else could his mystery visitor be?

Jayce smiled softly, coming to a stop just behind him. The sight of Viktor in his coat, his lithe frame dwarfed by its large proportions so that it hung off of him like a loose bathrobe more than a fitted winter garment, had an effect on Jayce that he didn’t fully comprehend. His mouth went dry instantly. He longed to grasp him and carry him back to the bed. To swaddle him in his warmth and steal the cold from his bones. To hold him so close that he complained about the heat of him before eventually admitting defeat and surrendering, going slack in his arms.

He wanted to…

Jayce didn’t even bother to acknowledge where his mind had wandered, the way his body had just betrayed him, or the effect seeing the scantest hint of Viktor’s exposed back, neck, and shoulder had on him. He was more surprised that his body had even managed to do that, given the current temperature. That had been… fast.

“The bed is cold without you in it, anyway,” Jayce responded nonchalantly as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his partner, grasping him around the lower chest and stomach as he pressed his chest against his back. It did nothing to make either of them warmer. In fact, it made Jayce colder to have his arms away from the center mass of his own body and against the cold fabric of Viktor’s clothing. But he insisted. He just wanted to touch him. To feel him beneath his grasp. His heartbeat against his skin and his breath in his ear. Against his body. It anchored him despite everything. Or more accurately, because of everything.

Viktor let out a contented hum and let his head fall against Jayce’s right shoulder, raising his left hand to absent-mindedly stroke Jayce’s forearm. The gesture had become second nature to him as of late, his inhibitions slowly dissolving in the face of their newfound mutual understanding. Slowly. Deliberately. Much the same as his caresses and other acts of affirmation. He settled against the crook of his armpit against his chest, his breathing slowing in increments as he half closed his eyes. Fulfilled.

They had grown close in the past handful of months. It had been slow going at first, but once the walls that they had both insulated themselves within slowly began to crumble away, the floodgates had been unleashed.

Jayce had discovered rather quickly that while the two of them enjoyed and craved intimacy, their preferences were divergent. His desires for their trysts were more frequent; sporadic in nature, but never fleeting. And then there was Viktor. His desire was an infrequent thing, seemingly tempered by factors unknown to Jayce. Viktor was not reluctant to express his affections by any means. He did so without regard or hesitation. He was simply less inclined for them to branch out into more intimate avenues, instead preferring to bask in his company and enjoy the comfort of his embrace. The brushing of his lips against his own and the warmth of his smile. To be held and cherished much as he was now. Jayce’s presence alone was more than enough the majority of the time. It soothed him like a balm against irritated skin.

But should the rare occasion present itself well… that was another matter entirely.

“Just this morning you said my feet were colder than the ice on the slopes, Jayce,” Viktor said with a disbelieving scoff, playfully rolling his eyes at the statement. Two contradicting truths could coexist. They were living evidence of that immutable fact. But it was still fun to tease him from time to time. It kept things lively. Unpredictable.

“I did, didn’t I?” Jayce chuckled softly, resting his chin against the top of Viktor’s head. He adored him, but it was the truth. No matter what they did, his extremities remained ice cold, almost as though they had been chiseled from the very ice the caverns above them were built upon. There was no escape. He would simply spend the rest of his life being accidentally awoken in the night by the brush of his toes against his leg. Why fight it?

Viktor scoffed again, falling silent as he shifted his head back a bit, looking up. Jayce didn’t need to ask what Viktor was doing out on the balcony at this hour. The stars overhead were awe-inspiring, a nebula of glittering stardust that trickled across the cosmos like an abstract smattering of paint across a dark canvas. What a sight to behold. Why would one ever choose to miss this? And yet, the sight before him was more enticing all the same. The stars could stay where they were for now. Jayce had intentions.

He squeezed him just that little bit tighter, leaning in and allowing his garments to press against the small of his back. Pulling him between his parted legs as he slid his chin from the top of his head to the crux of his neck. Jayce settled there and did not dare speak a word. Regardless of what Viktor’s response to his silent inquiry was, he was not incapable of receiving a hint. Of feeling the way he protruded against his back.

They lingered in silence together for several minutes, taking in the majesty of the night until Viktor finally deemed fit to humor him with a response.

“... Jayce Tais, you are insatiable.” He was correct. And yet despite the way he sighed in mock defeat, it was not a judgment or a statement of dissatisfaction. It was one of his best qualities by Viktor’s personal estimations. He was almost impressed in a way. Where had Jayce’s mind wandered off to that allowed him to even manage to become aroused at such abominable temperatures? It was frankly inhuman. Fascinating…

“And you like that about me, don’t you?” He whispered into his neck, smiling against his skin. Another false inquiry. It wasn’t up for debate.

Despite his efforts to feign displeasure, Viktor simply couldn’t help the fond look that made its way onto his face, softening his handsome features. He closed his eyes, slumping into his embrace as Jayce pressed a lingering kiss against his wind-chilled skin. He’d been stronger once. “Indeed.”

Without another word shared between them, Viktor went slack and unfolded his arms. It was an invitation. One that Jayce would be a fool to ignore. Without so much as a word, Jayce slipped his arms into a more secure position around him and hoisted him up into his grasp, ignoring the way his back protested. The bed wasn’t far. He could manage that long.

For Viktor’s part, he was fully willing to humor him so long as he didn’t have to feel the cold bite of early spring against his bare flesh. Nothing was going to get him to disrobe. Not in this weather.

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It had been a fun diversion, if not brief and laced with the omnipresent reality of bone-deep fatigue.

The moment their chilled bodies had settled under the warm blankets that covered their bed, the will to do anything at all had rapidly abandoned them. It was as if the mattress itself had leeched the very essence of arousal from their bodies as soon as they’d touched it. They made a decent attempt at doing something meaningful, but failed utterly within minutes. And they were fine with that. Or at least they had been as they’d drifted off into blissful slumber, wrapped in one another's embrace.

As if summoned from his restful slumber by some entity unseen, Jayce stirred. He blinked away the dregs of sleep from his eyes, trapped in a hazy state of semi-sleep that did him no favors. When his vision returned to him, the first thing his eyes fell upon was the smouldering remnants of the fire that made their room habitable. Little had changed. He’d only been asleep for a few short hours at most, and the specialized fuel contained within was designed to last for far longer than that.

The night stretched on. Morning would be upon them in a few hours' time, but not yet. They could still rest.

Exhaling deeply as he lay face down against the covers, Jayce noticed the presence at his back for the first time since he’d awoken. The pleasant sound of deep, meaningful breath being drawn and released as warm air stirred the hair at the base of the back of his neck. Just enough weight against him to anchor him in place, but not enough to restrict his movements. The gentle warmth was as familiar as it was welcome. A product of his lovers' embrace. They’d gone to sleep facing the loggia to the far side of their small quarters, but at some point during the night, Viktor had settled against the middle of his back, his thin arms wrapping around Jayce’s waist and his face buried in the space between his broad shoulders. Sound asleep.

Jayce resisted the urge to chuckle to himself. He wished he had eyes in the back of his head. He imagined that the sight was rather endearing.

He closed his eyes and settled back into the blankets, burrowing his arms into the covers. The room was pleasantly warm now. There was still a chill to the air, but that was something he’d grown used to as a fact of life here. There had to be ventilation for the smoke, and ventilation required an exit. There wasn’t a draft, but where there was a gap, there was air. With a soft sigh, he shifted slightly, careful not to move much. But despite his efforts, Viktor moved against his back. And when he did, Jayce’s head perked up.

The garments they wore were deceptively thin for how well they held heat, a product of ingenuity, necessity, and generations of fiber weaving techniques designed to make them softer, easier to move in, and reduce overall bulk. But an unintended byproduct of these efforts was the undeniable fact that they had a tendency to conform to the skin and muscles beneath them rather fittingly. Especially at times like this.

The logical part of Jayce’s mind told him that it was a product of friction and shared warmth. The considerate part of him insisted that if he was still asleep, then it wasn’t worth disturbing him over. But the instant Viktor shifted against him a second time in an attempt to chase his fleeting warmth and he felt that, the small lustful, inconsiderate part of his brain that he didn’t like to acknowledge the power of halted any further thought.

They could sleep in. They had nothing but time.

In one smooth motion, Jayce turned over and gently pulled Viktor up against his chest, holding him as he pressed him against his chest. His lips brushed against his ear as he leaned in to whisper into his ear, hoping to rouse him gently. He slipped a hand under the wrap-like garment that clothed him, rubbing his hand soothingly along the length of his back. Tracing the length of his spine where his brace had once been secured with screws and locking mechanisms. The design had since been altered to accommodate his current needs, and the transformations that his body had endured had displaced them, but he remembered well where they had once been. Jayce beckoned him to awaken, and he wordlessly obliged.

Viktor’s eyes fluttered open, filled with fatigue and then intrigue. Intrigue that was quickly replaced with confusion. He looked at Jayce blankly, his eyes taking the better part of a minute to focus. But once they finally managed the task, he instantly registered the unspoken intent in Jayce’s gaze, his eyes lingering on his face as the taller of the two brushed a stray lock of hair out of his lover’s face.

“... Would you like some help with that?” He seemed almost too amused by the turn of events unfolding before him. He was under no illusions that this was the first time that this had occurred during the night, but it was the first time that he’d noticed. And if the look of tired confusion on Viktor’s face was anything to go by, he hadn’t registered it in its entirety just yet.

Viktor’s eyes traveled downward, a quizzical expression appearing on his face. The sleep-addled gears in his head gradually began to turn, permitting him to form something akin to intelligent thought. For a moment, he didn’t speak, looking up at Jayce with an almost accusatory look on his face as though he suspected that this might be partially his doing before he visibly disavowed the notion. His face flushed and he wordlessly pulled away, turning over to face the door in the opposite direction. It was a gentle, almost passive act, but one laced with a perceptible tinge of irascibility that Jayce almost dared snicker at, but for the halfhearted kick in the shin that it would no doubt earn him. It seemed Jayce wasn’t the only one who was becoming habituated to the frigid air.

Yawning as he rubbed his face with his palms, Jayce settled back down beside Viktor, pulling his back against his chest as he gently settled back into their embrace. Viktor returned the gesture, relaxing as the pair attempted to drift back into peaceful slumber.

A minute passed. Then a second. Then five. Then ten.

And then, as if suddenly possessed, Viktor sat straight up in the bed and let out a full-body sigh, his shoulders slumping. He brought his face to rest against his open palm as he acknowledged defeat in utter futility.

“I am awake now.”

Jayce couldn’t help himself as he lay next to him with his eyes closed. A small chuckle slipped past his lips, heedless of the consequences it might invoke. “Well, I sure hope so since you’re still talking to me.”

Viktor gave him an incredulous look, a glimmer of something dark in his honey colored eyes. Something desperate. Silence settled over the two of them, unbearable in its weight until Jayce could endure it no longer and opened his eyes to meet his gaze.

He could feel Viktor’s eyes on him before he even opened his own, burrowing into his very soul. There was a heat behind them that he recognized aspects of, but even with that taken into account, he knew that something was different this time. They flickered up and down the length of his body, assessing. Determining. Dismantling. The gears in his head were turning, and Jayce was suddenly as intrigued as he was wary.

Leaning over him with all the deliberateness of a great fanged predator stalking its prey, Viktor placed one arm on either side of him, looking down from above as he lowered his face until it was hovering just a few inches above Jayce’s, his eyes unavoidable. The intent behind them was clearer than ever before as he lowered his voice to little more than a whisper, his tone unambiguous and unwavering. There was a certainty to every aspect of him. It was arresting to behold, if not slightly intimidating. Jayce couldn’t deny the way his chest clenched at the display, the tightness below the blankets that they shared becoming more noticeable than ever.

“Yes… “ Viktor gingerly ran the back of his hand against the collar of Jayce’s wrap, visibly savoring the way he raised slightly to meet his touch. His eagerness was enticing, but he would not indulge. Not yet. His eyes fell lower, his face betraying how deep in thought he remained. But Jayce could only make vague guesses as to what he might have in store for him. “We should do something about that.”

Pulling his hand away slowly, Viktor watched as Jayce seemed to shudder at the loss of his touch. There was an air of mischief to him that Jayce recognized, but he’d never experienced it in this context before. And that truth only intensified his desire to peer into his beloved’s mind and catch a glimpse of the storm that was brewing there. His heart thrummed in his chest. Viktor looked far too casual for a man who had longed for sleep mere minutes ago, little more than a slight quirk of the corner of his lips to indicate his state of mind. And even that raised more questions than answers. He could glean very little about his state of mind, as things stood.

“Are you saying you’d like to reconsider my offer?” Jayce retorted lightheartedly, attempting to regain some of the footing that he’d clearly lost in this exchange. He reached up slowly to run his fingers up Viktor’s side, only to find his gesture repelled as Viktor gently brushed his hand away with his own, his eyes never leaving his own. Jayce swallowed thickly. And then Viktor leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting across his ear as he teased him with the prospect of a kiss that he would not grant.

“No.” It was all he said.

Jayce trembled. There was something about the way that those two simple letters left his mouth that made the tightness in his loins almost unbearable. Viktor was calm. So utterly calm and unknowable. His breath was even and measured in contrast to the rapidly hastening tempo of his own as he yearned for the sanctity of his touch. Viktor allowed his lips to brush against Jayce’s neck, but he did not part them. Did not press. He made no meaningful contact of any kind, his touch so scant that it was barely detectable. And then he withdrew again, hovering just above him. Just close enough to make it clear that his actions were intentional. He clearly understood the effect his stare had on Jayce as he unhurriedly dragged his eyes over every inch of his body, undressing him without so much as a single touch. There was no questioning that.

There was nothing to satiate him. Nothing to grant him sweet release from the situation he now found himself in. Nothing that could afford him the touch he so desperately longed for, save for the will of his partner. And he wasn’t getting the impression that Viktor was feeling particularly merciful at present. Instead, Viktor slowly dragged the covers back, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, as more of the outline of his form was revealed, exposing him to the temperature difference in the room. It was enough to draw another shudder from Jayce as he remained on his back, his companion’s eyes falling low before flickering back up to his face knowingly. Jayce gave him a tender, almost pleading look, chastising himself internally for his inability to conceal his growing desperation. But he simply could not help it. He’d longed for Viktor earlier that night. He desired him even more now. And he would devour him evermore if he were simply afforded the opportunity to indulge his passions.

He felt like a starved hound slavering over the prospect of a fresh kill. He needed him. Carnally.

Viktor slipped his fingertips into the front of Jayce’s garment, pulling the fabric away from his taunt skin just enough to ensure that his fingers did not brush against him as he traced the hem of the fabric down to where it was tied at the waist. And then he stopped, holding his hand there but doing nothing. Savoring the undeniable warmth at the base of his stomach that would not relent. It was a sentiment he understood well. He was in no better condition himself. But that reality would do nothing to save Jayce from what he had in store for him. Oh yes. He had designs.

Slipping his hand lower into the garment, Viktor stopped just shy of actually touching Jayce in the way he knew that he most wanted. It was enough to drive him utterly feral.

He watched as his lover’s breath deepened, becoming more erratic than ever at the prospect of any kind of contact. Jayce jerked upward, raising the source of his desire to seek his hand, but he found nothing. Instead, Viktor withdrew his hand and used it to press down on the side of his hip, anchoring him in place. Restraining him with little to no effort. Jayce huffed. And then Viktor met his eyes again, that same mischievous darkness that they’d held since they’d started more prominent in his golden eyes than ever. Jayce was beginning to understand now. There would be no salvation.

Viktor reached for the tie at Jayce’s waistband, slipping his fingers delicately into the loop of fabric and pulling it until it unraveled. The fabric loosened, resettling slightly as he then grasped the edges of it, tracing them back up to Jayce’s chest as he peeled back the article of clothing one side at a time, fully exposing his partner to the open air. Jayce’s breath hitched as Viktor leaned back, propping himself up on his right elbow next to his head as he ran his fingertips through the edges of Jayce’s hair. The gesture was scant, more surface-level than Jayce would have liked. He preferred to feel Viktor’s fingers against his scalp, gripping gently as he often did. But he knew better than to hope for such a thing now.

To no surprise, he withdrew his hand again, simply taking a moment to savor the sight of him. Viktor didn’t speak. He simply regarded him peacefully, the mechanisms in his head shifting at full force as he undid the waistband of his own clothing, pulling it apart just enough to entice Jayce with a glimpse of something truly tantalizing. A sample of greater treasures to come. It earned him a cautious look from his partner as he shifted onto his side, the want in his eyes unmistakable as he visibly longed to touch him. His hand trembled against the fabric of the sheets. Jayce so desperately wanted to slip his hands into the inside of the silken fabric that clung to Viktor’s body. To touch him. To take the heat of him into the welcoming warmth of his mouth. His eyes spoke volumes as they lingered in unbroken silence. “Just let me have you.” He seemed to beg wordlessly, his jaw clenching as he tried to stifle the base whimper that tried to escape his lips. Tried to suppress the ache between his thighs.

Shockingly, Viktor obliged.

He parted the garment just a bit more, shifting into a more comfortable position as Jayce wasted no mental energy considering anything. He shuffled lower, curling his fingers around Viktor’s hip as he slipped them into the underside of the fabric, leaning in close to savor the scent of his flushed, blood-darkened skin. He pressed his lips lovingly against his navel, kissing the soft skin as he trailed lower, sucking at the soft flesh at the base of his greatest source of desire. He kissed the tip of him before slipping his tongue from between his lips, tracing the vein that ran up the length of him a single time before dipping down in earnest and engulfing him in warmth.

And yet, as he continued, there was no hand at the back of his head as there normally was. No gentle caresses of his face and neck to reward him for a job well done. No barely controlled hitching of his hips as he tried in futility to resist the gentle lull of Jayce’s now thoroughly experienced mouth. There was next to no recognition of his efforts at all. Little more than his breathing changed, and even that was subtle. But as Jayce shifted his gaze upward to behold him, eager to attempt to comprehend his silence, he nearly choked on the expression on Viktor’s face.

If a gaze alone were capable of cutting diamonds, Viktor’s would have. His eyes were half lidded, pupils fully dilated in the dim light of the fireplace. The corner of his mouth opened just enough to provide a glimpse of his tongue wetting his lips before settling against the back of his teeth. Viktor slowly withdrew from him and placed his hand on his shoulder, tracing it down the length of his side until it reached his lower back, ushering Jayce towards him with a gentle if not firm tug. Beckoning him to turn over fully onto his stomach as he locked him in place with torturous eye contact.

Jayce felt his pulse deepen, his own heartbeat deepening until it was all he could hear. His skin prickled with goosebumps. Viktor had only humored him like this once before in the few months that they’d shared a bed together. It was a matter of preference, according to him. He liked the heat of Jayce against the length of the front of his body, the embrace of his arms at his back as he pressed deeper, caging him in lustful reverence. But given the shift in behavior Jayce had thus far witnessed tonight, the prospect of what he had in store for him was so tantalizing that it nearly made him twitch, his ears ringing just enough to make his head tingle.

He followed Viktor’s lead, turning over onto his stomach. The smaller of the two leaned over him, the warmth of his body ghosting over Jayce’s back as he rustled with the bedside drawer, securing something unseen before withdrawing. Jayce was willing to make a few guesses as to what, but before his mind could wander, he felt Viktor’s fingers at his hip, tugging at him in a manner that made it clear that he wanted him to lift up just a bit. His grasp was gentle yet tantalizing, applying just the right amount of pressure to his touch-starved flesh to cause him to take a deeper intake of breath. Jayce throbbed at the prospect of Viktor’s touch, obliging instantly. He wanted to feel his long digits wrap around him. To indulge in the pleasure it would provide. But instead, his partner slipped one of the pillows from the head of their bed under his thighs, elevating him slightly. A sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper slipped past his lips despite his best efforts to contain it as he lost the blissful warmth and pressure that the mattress provided, his arousal now suspended just out of reach as he settled into place on the pillow. He went untouched again. It was a terrible shame.

A small hand pressed against the middle of his back, stilling him as Viktor positioned himself behind him, allowing his weaker leg to rest on a pillow of his own, allowing it to act as a buffer of sorts to avoid discomfort from pressure. Jayce felt his breath trail up the length of his spine at an almost agonizingly slow pace, hot and tantalizingly warm as he leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss against the back of Jayce’s neck. It was a scant thing, but he sighed in blessed relief when he received it anyway. Any contact with Viktor was worth treasuring. He needed him. Badly. So badly, in fact, that it was starting to become unbearable, the throb of unsatiated eros rendering him sensitive and ever more desperate to receive. To give.

Perhaps sensing his growing discontent, Viktor pressed a soft kiss against each of his shoulder blades in turn, each more tender than the last. It seemed that there was a limit to his cruelty after all. Jayce hazarded a soft smile, his breath shuddering as he clung to the pillow beneath his chest, Viktor’s hands dipping low and urging him to part his legs just a bit more. Gripping the middle of his back and kneading the muscles there soothingly, he pressed a single slicked finger against him. He didn’t push in. Not immediately. But the sharp intake of breath Jayce involuntarily took spoke volumes to his growing sensitivity. He barely withstood the urge to rise up, chasing what he so desperately needed. He was starting to realize that doing so would earn him the exact opposite result. That was the game they were playing tonight.

They lingered for a moment, unmoving as Viktor continued to work the muscles in his back underneath his fingers. But just as Jayce began to turn his head to look back at him questioningly, Viktor pressed in slowly, pulling a gasp from him as Jayce shoved his face into the pillow instead, the hair on his face brushing against the plush cushioning. Despite his previous torments, this was one area where Viktor was unwilling to undersell him, adding an additional digit a minute later. He was met with no resistance as he delved deeper, searching. His mouth watered at the stifled sounds that Jayce made, though his love was unable to see it. And with a slow curl of his fingers, he located precisely what he was looking for. He grinned knowingly.

With a deep groan, the entirety of Jayce’s body lurched as lightning shot through him, the sensation nearly too much to bear. Viktor quirked his fingers against the spot again. And then a third time, each somehow more unhurried than the last. And then with an abruptness that made Jayce want to choke, he withdrew, pressing another kiss against the spot on his back where his hand had just been.

It was as if he’d suddenly slipped and fallen headlong into hell.

The sensitivity was nightmarish, the ache where his fingers had been moments ago akin to the dull throb of a toothache that knew no relief. Not quite painful, but utterly unpleasant. Jayce whimpered softly, the flushed skin between his thighs trembling from a lack of contact that he could abide no longer. Reaching down with his right hand, he attempted to remedy the situation himself, only to be met with the sensation of Viktor’s fingers trailing up his arm before it was gingerly brushed away, Jayce huffing in defeat as he burrowed his face deeper into the pillows. He felt Viktor’s breath at the back of his neck again, but this time there was no kiss.

“Jayce Talis… What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Came the soft syllables that spelled his undoing. There was something so knowing in his tone. It was taunting but delicate, slow-acting venom laced with sugar and humor. It would’ve been punishing if not for the way it enriched every aspect of Jayce’s arousal, making his loins do cartwheels as he lingered in a purgatory of his own making. Or perhaps that was the same thing at this juncture. He wasn’t sure which of them was more invested in this little game of theirs, but he certainly hoped Viktor had less stamina than he did.

It was unlikely.

“... Do you want me to beg?” Jayce said, an air of desperation to his voice. He sounded almost defeated; whittled down and ready to do his bidding. It earned him a scoff and a playful pat on his back. And then he craned over his shoulder, his lips grazing Jayce’s earlobe as his voice fell a few octaves. His words were hushed and deliberate, even more so than they’d been a moment ago. And Jayce hung on every vowel.

“That would be unconscionable of me, wouldn’t you say?” Jayce suddenly felt something warm against the length of his opening, rubbing lengthwise up and down the skin that made up the ring of fire that now encompassed his overly tender entrance, to the engorged throbbing mess that was his painfully over engorged arousal. Each slow drag lubricated him, but there was no indication that Viktor planned to indulge him any further. He raised up slightly, brushing the tip of his wanton flesh against the throbbing, delicate flesh of Jayce’s opening, pressing just enough to leave the faintest traces of pressure before pulling away and continuing to run up the length of his backside. Viktor took Jayce’s earlobe into his mouth, sucking it tenderly before releasing it as his shoulder length hair tickled his lover’s back. And then he chuckled to himself, the vibration reverberating through Jayce’s entire upper body as his legs trembled in futility. “What do you take me for? I am many things, Jayce, but have you ever known me to be cruel?”

Oh yes. He certainly had. Right now, in fact.

“... I would never accuse you of something so untrue.” Jayce wondered if his words sounded as sarcastic out loud as they did in his head. It earned him an amused scoff. Viktor then slid down just a bit further, clasping Jayce’s quaking things together as he slipped his length between them, applying pressure to it. He exhaled deeply, clearly enjoying the pleasant warmth that surrounded his throbbing flesh and the disbelieving sound of utter betrayal that came from somewhere deep within Jayce as he tried and failed to gain purchase against him. The sensation of his length sliding back and forth between his thighs, so tantalizingly close to where he wanted him to be but not quite there, was maddening. Viktor smiled softly, patting his behind lovingly.

“Yes, you would.” He suppressed a chuckle, but his voice still carried the same air of dry humor that Jayce was so very fond of. There it was. That signature Viktor wit. The biting yet never unkind sarcasm reserved specifically for him that brought him such joy. “You're thinking it right now.”

Why lie when Viktor was right and knew himself to be? There was no deceiving him, especially when Jayce was already struggling just to form a coherent string of thought. “I thought you said you wouldn’t read my mind.”

Viktor released his legs and pulled away, leaving him with no sensation at all. Jayce huffed. Somehow, this was worse.

“I do not require the use of the Arcane to know what is going on inside your mind, Jayce. Your eyes betray you. Your wandering hands.” He lined himself up with Jayce’s entrance with calculated lethargy, slipping his free hand under the front of Jayce’s body and resting it against the space between his navel and his engorged flesh. Pressing lightly to solicit a simpering gasp from him. Savoring the way the muscles in Jayce’s stomach tensed in anguished anticipation. “Betray the extent of your longing. Your desire.”

When he finally indulged Jayce, the sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt. Like flames being doused with cold water, and yet still continuing to rise and billow in vehemence all the same. Viktor sank in with consummate ease and criminal slowness, millimeter by millimeter as Jayce grasped the last vestiges of his sanity and the bed sheets in turn, his eyes seeing nothing as all traces of intelligent thought evicted themselves from his once brilliant mind. He was a wreck, a shell of his former self, devolved to nothing more than a floundering mess, the sweet heat of his beloved within him all he would ever need for the short time that life remained in him.

After what felt like a lifetime, Viktor was fully seated within him. He could conceal the look of abject pleasure on his face, but not the deep purr of rapture that vibrated through every muscle in his body. Jayce’s eager body encompassed every atom of him perfectly, almost as though his muscles had been molded specifically to his preferences, his passage sculpted by design for this very purpose. It was utter ecstasy. Euphoric. Everything he needed it to be, even if he hadn’t realized it until that very instant.

And then Viktor stopped moving.

For the first minute, Jayce assumed that Viktor was allowing him a grace period to adjust to his frankly unanticipated size before proceeding. Jayce remembered being genuinely taken aback by that particular revelation the first time he’d seen him engorged, staring in a way that had earned him a deep red blush from his, at the time, anxious new partner as he loomed over him in their new bedroom, admiring every inch of his body. But then the second and third minutes came and went, and Jayce realized in abject horror that Viktor had no intention of doing anything. He suddenly thought he might snap, his fragile sanity finally reaching the point of no return as he white knuckled the sheets as if his life depended on it.

He was starting to get the impression that Viktor was enjoying this just a little bit too much.

Jayce sighed, turning his head to face his partner. The smug, knowing look on his face was the stuff of nightmares. Jayce wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Viktor grin before, but he wasn’t sure if he found it adorable or genuinely disquieting to witness. His eyes were half lidded, and his face, neck, and ears were flushed a flattering shade of dark pink. He took deep but deceptively erratic breaths, tilting his head to the side as if to wordlessly inquire if he wanted something. He looked like he was barely resisting the urge to drool. The sight of Jayce like this was so very intoxicating.

“... Viktor…” He spoke his name as though it were a curse and a blessing all at once. Something to be revered and feared in the same breath. It earned him deepened eye contact and a hand on his chest as Viktor used his now free left hand to brace himself against Jayce’s body, running his fingers over his sensitive skin in idle praise.

“Yes, Jayce?” He spoke as if he were unaware of any potential issues, nonchalant and utterly, playfully apathetic towards the concept of what his actions had caused and the way Jayce was rapidly unraveling before him.

Sighing deeply, Jayce’s gaze softened, something in his eyes so tender and pleading that it made Viktor’s mask slip for a brief moment as he seemed to contemplate whether Jayce was truly suffering as a direct result of his actions. He didn’t want that. “I should’ve just let you sleep. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. This is fun. The most fun I’ve had in ages, in fact.” He pulled backwards, guiding Jayce to kneel in front of him as he discreetly assessed his comfort level. This wasn’t a position that was likely to aggravate Jayce’s leg or back, but it would always be a consideration for Viktor regardless. Toy with him as he might, he took his suffering very seriously. “Ask nicely.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to beg,” Jayce said almost definitely, scoffing at the sheer audacity of his imposition. He was incredulous.

Another chuckle, this one accompanied by the gentle massaging of Jayce’s chest as Viktor leaned in and pressed his body against his, kissing his exposed neck with all the tenderness of a kitten. His beloved trembled at his touch, his thoroughly exposed length begging for attention. Viktor lowered his hand, willing to oblige if he’d simply return the favor first. “There is a difference between begging and saying please, Jayce. Use your words.”

Jayce allowed his shoulders to slump to an almost sarcastic degree as he gnawed on the inside of his bottom lip. Viktor affectionately peppered comforting kisses along his neck and shoulders, pressing lightly at the source of his suffering with his hand. That was all he had to do? Truly? It wasn’t another playful deception? He only had one means of answering that question. He would take him at his word. “... Please?”

He felt Viktor smile against his skin as he nuzzled him, pausing his ministrations entirely.

“Good boy.”

In one smooth, calculated motion, he withdrew fully and then plunged back into the depths of this being, hitting every nerve ending along the path. Jayce’s breath hitched as he groaned headily, hoping with everything in him that the stone walls of the establishment were thick. For a moment, he saw stars. Stars just as real and vivid as the glittering nebula they’d witnessed together that very night. Viktor slowly withdrew again, this time stopping just shy of exiting entirely, spreading the sensitive muscles at his entrance with the thickest portion of himself as he watched the capacity to think or breathe leave Jayce permanently.

Viktor had his own preferences in regards to tempo, but he knew Jayce’s well enough to know that this was precisely what he wanted. What he needed. And he was nothing if not accommodating.

He snuggled up against him, continuing at a steady yet unrelenting rhythm as he shushed him gently. It wouldn’t be long. He’d known that much for a while now, such was the nature of his taunting. One could not be expected in good faith to withstand such a thing and then last much longer afterward. Leaning over as far as he could, he took in the sight of Jayce’s disheveled face from over his shoulder, caressing him gently as he pressed as far into him as he possibly could. He held himself there as he savored the distinct sensation of Jayce practically convulsing around him, his nearly overstimulated muscles spasming sporadically as he brushed against that heavenly place deep within him. Viktor wished he could bottle and distill the sensation. But perhaps not. Why diminish its significance?

Jayce blinked away unspent tears, but he felt nothing remotely resembling pain. There was only satisfaction, deep and carnal in a way that was uniquely satiating. And despite the torment he had inflicted upon him, Jayce hoped that it was a sentiment Viktor shared. There were no hard feelings between them. There never would be. Jayce knew that he could trust Viktor to respect him and not take things too far. To call off his little game should he truly wish it. Viktor was incapable of hurting him, even if he wanted to. And he didn’t. He was diligent. Steadfast. And intensely loving.

He just enjoyed tormenting him a little bit from time to time. And luckily for them both, Jayce was into that.

“Tell me where,” Viktor gasped as he spoke, resting his chin on Jayce’s right shoulder as he trembled from a flood of sensation, lust coating every word that came out of his mouth as his sanity threatened to abandon him for good. He was the very image of a man driven mad with passion; the sound of his voice alone was a force of torment too strong to withstand. “Please.”

For the first time that night, the blood in Jayce’s body went somewhere other than his loins.

He felt Viktor shudder behind him, both of his arms rising from underneath Jayce’s to encompass the width of his chest as his breathing became ragged and unfulfilling. He grasped his shoulders from overtop his chest with his open palms, his fingers digging into the taunt flesh but not scratching or bruising. Merely holding on for dear life. Jayce wasn’t in a much better state himself, but it was still enthralling to be a part of. To hear the sound of Viktor so close to release. It never failed to make his blood ignite. Jayce felt Viktor’s face fall against the center of his shoulder blades as he struggled to hold himself back, his hair blinding him as it stuck to his face from a combination of their sweat. His eyes were closed as he lavished Jayce with a combination of barely comprehensible complimentary gibberish and feted kisses along the length of the scar on his back, his heart pounding against his spine. For the first time that night, he was asking Jayce to lead him, and that realization alone was enough to topple Jayce over the edge. He barely managed to answer before giving in, no longer able to withstand the intensity of their devotion. How could he?

“You know where.” Was all Jayce managed to wheeze out before he slumped forward, grasping the head of the bedframe with his outstretched hands. He almost choked on the air leaving his lungs, his mouth opening, but his body producing no sound aside from a deep, guttural groan that barely qualified as human speech. Whatever sound Viktor managed to make was muffled by his fluttering gasps and Jayce’s back as the pitch of his voice keened ever higher in chorus until he exhaled shakily and slumped over, his soul barely clinging to what remained of his body. His arms fell slack as Jayce bore the full, if not meager, weight of his body.

For all of about ten seconds.

Unable to withstand the quivering of his arms and shoulders any longer, Jayce released the headboard and tumbled forward, heaving as he drew breath. It was only after several minutes that he looked back over his shoulder at the simpering mess that had once been his partner. Jayce’s hands throbbed from how hard he’d clenched his fingers, and his eyes were blurry, but he could still see Viktor as he rose up on weak arms to behold him, his face streaked with freshly spent tears but no less full of love. It appeared that Jayce hadn’t been the only one who had been overstimulated…

That had truly been… something.

With a huff, Viktor collapsed against his back in much the same position as he had been in when Jayce had first awoken. The only sound was the pleasant crackle of the waning fire and the sound of their breathing as they both gradually began to catch their breath. Viktor didn’t move to withdraw himself, content to enjoy the warmth Jayce’s body provided for just a little bit longer. To bask in his heat as he rubbed soothing circles into his pectoral muscles from behind. They were both beyond content.

But they would have to change the sheets come morning.

“... Remind me to have a more… sensible reaction the next time you wake me up in the middle of the night?” Viktor requested softly as Jayce shifted below him, unteathering them. Viktor whispered at the loss of contact but did not protest, allowing Jayce to pull him to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping around him and anchoring him in place. The smaller of the two almost seemed bewildered by the gravity of it all, blinking slowly as his brain attempted to regain functionality, his muscles now fully relaxed and his body utterly limp. Post copulation clarity was a force of nature.

Jayce chuckled beneath him, his eyes slowly closing as he basked in the pleasant warmth of his company. Now that he knew that this side of his benevolent lover existed, he couldn’t think of anything he’d like to avoid less. “Absolutely not.”

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I wrote an outline for this fic and limited myself to 1 page because I knew I had 6 other oneshots to write. It still ended up being 20 pages and 8790 words. I'm cooked. I'm starting today's fic RIGHT NOW, so here's hoping I can get it up at a reasonable time today since it's 3 pm here. Gosh, I hope this was decent since I've never written smut before outside of a BJ in one fic like a month ago lol! Next up: Old Man Mage Viktor! And oh boy, do I have ideas…

#today on ships I’m obsessed with despite barely interacting with the source

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