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Just One Touch - Part 2 - Viktor x F!Reader

Rating: M

Words: 7.7K

Warnings: Light teasing, Sexual content

I'm not super impressed with how this chapter came out, but I couldn't really think of any other way to write it. I tried my hand at writing some slow romantic morning sex, so we'll see how that goes. Hope you guys like it!

The events of that night with Viktor did happen again…and then again after that, and then again, another time. It became almost like a routine, Viktor would work for a while, then he’d have one of his stints of nonstop work that leaves him occupied in the lab for days on end, then you’d coax him back to your room, back to your bed. However, every time, Viktor was always gone before you woke up, which made sense, he had things to do, but you just wished he’d give himself an actual break every once a while. It also occurred to you shortly into your—arrangement?? You guessed that’s what it was— that you had no idea how to explain this to anyone who may discover it. You couldn’t say you were sleeping with Viktor, even though you literally were, because if you said you were sleeping with him people would automatically assume you were having sex with him, which, while you certainly weren’t opposed to the idea, you imagined having that rumor going around would not be in yours, or Viktor’s, best interest.

You were pondering this idea as you sat in the lab, legs curled under you in a chair while you flipped through Viktor and Jayce’s notes on their most recent Hextech innovation, you analyzed scribbled writings, sifting through Viktor’s painfully neat handwriting, every letter carefully drawn, juxtaposed with Jayce’s scribbled ramblings. Viktor’s thoughts were all fully formed, complete sentences, proper punctuation, Jayce’s notes looked like he threw the alphabet at a wall and hoped something made sense to someone other than himself. It was very fortunate then that Viktor spoke such fluent Jayce Talis because otherwise you weren’t sure how Hextech would have gotten off the ground.

Your fingers lightly traced the neat lines of Viktor’s words, imagining what he would have looked like when he was writing them, focused as he tried to collect his thoughts on their latest experiment, maybe furrowing his brow as he tried to think of a particular word or phrase. “Entertained?” You nearly jumped out of your skin at Viktor’s voice behind you. He was leaning on the back of the chair, his voice so close to your ear you could feel his breath when he spoke. You shot him a glare, one that he knew didn’t mean you were actually annoyed.

“How can you decipher what he’s saying?” You asked pointimg toward the jumbled mess of Jayce’s notes. Viktor cast a glance at his partner, who was currently otherwise occupied with the construction of a rather complex prototype. He seemed to think about his answer for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

“Luckily I seem to be able to speak fluent Idiot.” You couldn’t hold back your laugh, before Jayce’s voice cut through.

“I’m busy, not deaf you know.” Jayce said, though there was clear amusement in his tone. You loved watching the relationship Viktor and Jayce had, it was a level of comfort with another person that you didn’t see very often. They joked and prodded at each other, threw unserious insults, bickered, and sometimes really argued, but always managed to find each other again. A level of trust that was hard to find in Piltover.

You hadn’t initially been very fond of Jayce; you’d found him egotistical and self-obsessed—arrogant –that’s a good word for it. You still thought he was some of these things, but you also knew he was passionate and intelligent, striving to make life easier for as many people as he could, was he still an arrogant asshole sometimes, yes, but he was an arrogant asshole with a heart. He was so different from Viktor, but so similar all the same. Viktor was the farthest thing from egotistical or self-obsessed that one could get, in fact Viktor seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t be able to tolerate being stuck in a room with himself for more than five minutes, Jayce probably spent a few minutes every morning making sure to hype up his reflection. You’d told Viktor that one time and it was the first time you ever truly made him laugh, it felt like a flower had bloomed in your chest, seeing a smile on his face that you’d caused. That’s when your feelings for Viktor had started, you’re fairly certain, the moment he stopped being the ever-studious scientist with no time for personal relationships, to the friendly inventor, desperate to help the people around him to the point of self-exhaustion, the moment you really got to see his soul for the first time.

You could feel Viktor’s body heat next to you, warming your skin the same way it did when he was lying next to you in bed, his breathing evened out, his expression peaceful, free of the normal stress and deep thought that normally occupied it. You’d spent hours, just looking at him, memorizing every facet of his face, the thin crease between his brow from constant focus, his ever so slight laugh lines, the hollow of his cheekbones. Nights where Viktor wasn’t in your bed were lonely, cold, it felt like something was missing, you’d often find yourself draping an arm over what had effectively become his side of the bed, wishing you were greeted with a warm body instead of cold sheets.

That night you found to be one of those nights, a night where the other side of the bed was cold, lonely, and far too quiet. You’d grown so fond of hearing Viktor’s even breathing next to you, the silence was excruciating. That night was a night you found yourself particularly restless. You’d tried to sleep, closed your eyes, and stubbornly refused to open them, tossed and turned until finally, you decided enough was enough. It was a night you once again found yourself wandering the halls of the academy, careful to avoid any guard patrolling in the darkness. You found yourself gazing out of academy windows, admiring the Piltovian sky before eventually moving on, maybe if you tired yourself out physically, you would sleep, or you would wander until morning. Either way you couldn’t bear to be in that lonely bed anymore. It was strange to you for a moment. It wasn’t like Viktor spent an exorbitant amount of time in your bed, maybe once every couple of weeks usually, or at least that’s how it started, now it had moved to about once a week, but even then, you still spent more nights alone than you did next to him, so why was it so difficult to sleep without him? You knew why of course; you just weren’t going to say it yet. Saying those words, admitting them even to yourself, would just ensure your heartache, remind you that you craved something you could not have, Viktor’s heart wasn’t yours to hold, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t pretend while he lay soundly next to you, pretend that this was a nightly occurrence, pretend that in your bed, by your side, was where he belonged. Where he craved to be just as badly as you craved him to be there.

You eventually found yourself standing in front of a very familiar door, one that you’d stood before not six months ago, when you’d first invited Viktor to your bed, one that you walked through nearly every day, just to see the very man causing your sleeplessness. Looking down, you found no light peaking from under the door, the lab was empty, a rare occurrence. You’d made up your mind before you’d really had the chance to think it through.

You hurried back to your room, shuffling through papers and documents until you found what you were looking for— a key. It was a key that Viktor had given you months ago, in case you needed his or Jayce’s assistance and they had locked the door. You knew it was only for emergencies, but what could you say, you could consider this an emergency. You were restless and you were sure spending time in the lab, reading over Viktor’s notes, would sooth you to sleep. Your trek back to the lab was quick, it was amazing how small the academy suddenly seemed when you knew where you wanted to go. Letting yourself into the lab felt odd, you’d never been in here alone before, without at least one of the men who called this place their second home being present. You walked slowly across the floor, just taking in the familiar smell, the chilled air that rose goosebumps on your skin, the half hazard way parts and prototypes were strewn about, obviously meant to be continued the next morning. The moonlight from the windows cast a pale glow over the room, illuminating a spot in the far-right corner, one that you knew well. It was Viktor’s desk, where you’d watched him for countless hours, scribbling notes or taking apart inventions, putting them back together.

This was where you found yourself sometime later, curled up in Viktor’s chair, knees pulled up to your chest as you perused his research notes. You’d known him for so long, listened to him talk and ramble about his passion long enough to understand most of what you read, you could practically hear him read it to you, his voice so clear in his writing. You were halfway through one of his research papers when you felt the slow lull of sleepiness, leaning your head against the back of the chair as the research paper sat open in your lap, your eyes slowly closing. You told yourself you’d only rest your eyes for a moment before heading back to your room, back to the cold lonely bed where you’d be so alone again. It wasn’t long until sleep took you.

You awoke to the feeling of the papers in your lap being pulled away and opened your eyes to see them being shut and placed delicately on the desk before you. It was still dark; you’d probably only been asleep for a few minutes. When you looked up, you were greeted with a sight that stole your breath away, the image of Viktor, standing tall above you, the moonlight framing his slim build, his hair was slightly mussed, the circles under his eyes darker than they had been the day before. He was dressed casually, the typical waistcoat and tie discarded for instead a well fitted sweater, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. His gaze was soft as it met yours, and it took you a moment to realize he was speaking.

“Adding breaking and entering to your list of skills?” He jokingly questioned, an arm coming to rest on the back of the chair, leaning his weight on it.

You smiled, “How did you know I was in here. Coming to work yourself to death as usual?”

“The guard let me know the door to the lap was open.” He said plainly, his soft expression never leaving. He seemed to think for a moment before continuing. “Come along.” He said, taking one of your hands in his as he helped you sit up.

“Where are we going?” Your words were slightly slurred by sleep, stumbling a little once you finally stood up, placing your free hand on the desk to steady yourself.

“To bed.” Was all Viktor responded with as he led you from the lab, taking you down the hallways of the academy with practiced ease. You expected him to lead you back to your room, wish you a goodnight and leave you to your lonely bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was for him to lead you to his own room, which was on the complete opposite side of the building, the entire time his hand never left yours until you finally reached his door, he dropped your hand to pull out his keys, using one hand to turn the lock and open the door, the other firm on the handle of his cane. It was once you stepped over the threshold that you realized you’d never really been in Viktor’s bedroom before. You’d spent so much time in his space in the lab, you thought that was intimate, but here, you realized just how much of a barrier that had been, this place was private, exclusively and overwhelmingly…Viktor. It was exactly how you’d thought it would be, messy but in a tidy way, everything had its place, but it just so happened that that place happened to be on the floor or scattered across his desk. His bed was made, obviously he hadn’t been sleeping tonight, and with the glowing lamp and unfinished project on his desk you could guess what had been occupying his time.

“Bringing me to your bedroom? If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were quite forward, Viktor.” You parroted the same thing he’d said to you the first time you’d brought him to your own bedroom. You saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone before you could place what it was.

“Well, I figured I’ve spent so much time in your bed,” he said as he made his way over to the bed, letting his cane rest against the bedside table before pulling back the sheets and sitting down, leaning against the pillows behind him, resting his head in his hand. “It’s about time you spent a night in mine.” His words were innocent, kind, you knew he didn’t have any kind of connotation behind them, but heat still bloomed under your skin.

This was different than the other nights you two had shared a bed, like it was just routine, this is what you two did, like you were simply made to share this space together, this was how it was supposed to be. As you lay there, watching as Viktor’s chest rose and fell with his even breaths, feeling the pull of sleep calling to you as well, a thought crossed your mind.

Is it possible that Viktor had found his bed just as lonely as you found yours?

When you awoke that morning, Viktor’s side of the bed was empty as always, the chill of the sheets on the back of your hand telling you he’d been gone for quite a while, more than likely buried in his work at the lab. You rolled over onto your back and stretched, fingers grazing the headboard against the wall, normally when you woke up in the morning to find the bed empty, you couldn’t help but feel a little cold, lonely, but this morning, waking up in Viktor’s bed, in Viktor’s room surrounded by so many facets of him, it was a different feeling, one that you couldn’t quite place.

Your suspicions about Viktor’s whereabouts had been correct, when you’d walked through the laboratory doors that morning, delivering a stack of reviewed research notes to the scientists courtesy of Professor Heimerdinger, you found both men present, Jayce currently pacing the center of the room as he read out logistical equations to Viktor, who currently was about wrist deep in the mechanical insides of a particularly unfinished looking prototype, protective goggles in place, the ultimate look of focus and concentration in his expression, you were fairly certain neither of the men had even noticed you’re entry. Well until—

“(y/n) Good morning.” Viktor greeted without even looking up from his current task.

Jayce halted in his pacing, looking up from his notes, giving you the same blinding smile, he always gave you. He gratefully accepted the research notes from you, siphoning through some of Heimerdinger’s additions and suggestions, comparing them to his own observations as he made his way back over to his desk. Your eyes travelled from him over to Viktor, who still seemed just as enthralled by his work as always. Cautiously you made your way over to him, it wasn’t that you were afraid of disturbing him, but things that Viktor worked on sometimes had the tendency to explode so you were slow with your approach.

“What’s this?” You asked from behind the man, gazing into the wires and cords that lined the inside of the device. It was about two feet across and two feet tall if you had to guess, a place for a Hextech crystal on its top, though thankfully that currently sat empty as the devices inventor messed around with its internal mechanisms.

Viktor pulled his hands from the invention, turning in his seat to face you, pulling the protective goggles from his eyes and pushing them to rest on the top of his head, pulling his hair back in the process, and you knew you probably should have been listening to his explanation of gravitational fields and how they behave when limited to small 4x4 zones but you were much more interested in watching how the early morning sun streaming through the windows made his amber eyes glow and how it accentuated the sharpness of his cheekbones, you’re pretty sure you forgot how to breathe for a minute.

Viktor’s eyes met yours and he stopped talking. “Are you listening?” He asked, a highly amused tone coating his words.

His words snapped you back to reality, you stumbled for a moment before finally replying. “Yes, of course.”

“Really?” Viktor’s expression was all too knowing, and you felt anxiety well in your chest. “What did I say?” The look he gave you could only be described as cat like, teasing and far too aware. You thought for a moment about how to answer, trying to gather together what parts of his speech you had heard.

“Something about gravitational fields that sounded very smart.” You finally decided on, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the chuckle the man let out, a perfect smile gracing his lips.

“Come here.” He ordered, you stepped closer, standing right beside him as he once again turned toward the contraption before the two of you. He glanced over at you again, “No that won’t do.” He said and before you could question what he meant you felt one of his hands wrap around your wrist, pulling down and forcing you to bend forward, resulting in the two of you now being at the same level. Once you were down, Viktor’s hand didn’t release its grip on your arm, if anything he seemed like he held tighter, pulling you to stand a bit closer, his head right next to yours. If you thought you were having a hard time paying attention to what he was saying before, you were absolutely not listening right now. You saw him gesture to the inner workings of the machine, knew he was saying something probably hyper intelligent about it, but all you heard was the beating of your own heart and the rush of your overly hot blood. You were absolutely positive you were blushing and there was absolutely no way Viktor didn’t see it every time he looked over at you, and yet he never made mention of it, never pointed out your more than likely awestruck expression, only gave you the slightest smile that you felt melt right through you and had such a look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe.

“Make sense?” You finally heard him ask you, his full undivided attention once again directed toward you. The most you could manage was a simple ‘mmhm’ before you managed to pull yourself away far enough to remember how to breathe again. You don’t remember exactly what you said, but you know you stuttered out something along the lines of ‘I think Heimerdinger needs my assistance with something!’ before retreating from the lab a little too quickly to not be embarrassing.

“What the fuck was that?” Jayce asked from his desk, staring at his partner incredulously. Viktor leaned back in his chair, a highly amused expression occupying his features, gazing in the direction of where you had left.

“Testing a hypothesis.”

Viktor invited you to his bedroom again that night, his reason for doing so along the lines of “To make sure the lab doors stay locked.” He’d joked. It’s not like you minded though, you’d take any excuse to share a bed with him, feeling his warmth, listening to his breaths, watch as the moonlight danced on his skin. You never slept this soundly on your own, fell asleep this easily. You dreaded the day that you wouldn’t be able to do this anymore, it was at this point that it struck you. What was this? Sleeping with Viktor but not Sleeping with him, last time you checked, spending multiple nights a week sleeping in each other’s beds wasn’t necessarily normal behavior for people who claimed to be colleagues or ‘just friends’. You nestled yourself further into the mattress, pulling yourself ever closer to the man beside you, feeling his body heat warm the slight chill in your skin from the cool Piltovian night. If Viktor had intended anything more than friendly with these nights, you thought he would have made some kind of move on you by now, but he’d been ever the gentleman, he barely even touched you when you two slept like this, much to your chagrin. A rustling next to you pulled you from your thoughts.

“Why are you still awake?” Viktor’s voice was low, slightly graveled from sleep. You turned to see him lying on his side, his tired eyes gazing into yours. You rolled onto your shoulder to better face him, resting an arm under your pillow.

“Just one of those nights I guess.” You spoke. You weren’t about to reveal the truth of your thoughts. At least not right now.

Viktor seemed to think for a moment, you watched as the cogs turned. “Would you like to go back to your room?” He asked quietly, and although you heard his words, understood them, you felt like he was asking more than what he was saying, like there was a second question beneath the first, one that he had yet to reveal to you.

“No.” Your answer was easy, and you didn’t miss how pleased he seemed at it. You decided to take a chance, test the waters of something that could 100% blow up at you, but you hoped more than anything that it wouldn’t. You moved closer, occupying more of the center of the bed, you saw Viktor’s eyes widen at your new proximity, but he didn’t tell you to stop. One of your legs brushed against his under the covers and you felt the spark in your chest. When you looked at Viktor again, you saw him thinking, weighing some kind of option before finally one of his hands came up, resting on your waist, pulling you ever so slightly closer, and you felt your heart race. No words were spoken, just sharing each other’s body heat, you felt your anxiety and restlessness melt, sleep finding you easily.

That morning you didn’t wake up to a cold bed, you awoke to the feeling of an arm draped over your waist, a warm chest pressed against your back, another person’s breathing besides your own. This was the first time you’d ever woken up to Viktor still being in bed, you glanced at the clock on the wall, thinking perhaps you’d woken up earlier than usual, but no, it was your normal time. You took a deep breath, feeling the arm draped over you tightening its hold, pulling you closer to the body behind you, not only was Viktor still in bed, but he was awake too.

“Late morning?” You asked, your voice low and slightly raspy from sleep, the hold tightened again, his hand coming up to lie flat on your hip, gliding up your torso until he reached just below your chest, where he reached down to lay his hand flat against your sternum, pulling you ever so slightly closer, if Viktor kept taking your breath like this you going to pass out from lack of oxygen eventually, you were sure of it. It was such a new touch, such a more intimate touch, one that you certainly wouldn’t give someone who was ‘just a friend you happened to enjoy sharing a bed with sometimes’.

“Something like that.” His voice was hoarse, his breath ghosting against the back of your neck, goosebumps spreading over your skin. You wanted nothing more than to turn and face him, see if he was as affected by the touch as you were, but you also didn’t want him to see just how flushed his touch had made you. You were also fairly certain that if you did turn and face him you wouldn’t be able to hold back from kissing him and you weren’t sure if that was the correct course of action just yet. His hand moved again, moving down your torso, coming to rest on your lower stomach and you felt the shiver that went through you, and you knew he felt it too if his increased breath against your shoulder was anything to go by. You swallowed thickly as you felt the tips of his fingers begin to make circles against the sliver of exposed skin left by your sleep shirt riding up slightly, you thought he was going to start going lower, escalate the situation leading to a very long and lovely morning. You nearly whined when he pulled his hand away, felt the coldness on your back as he got up. With just a simple touch this man had managed to unravel you, and you were certain that he knew. You squeezed your eyes shut, collecting yourself before opening them again, rolling onto your back to gaze at the man so responsible for your undoing. You watched as he prepared himself for the day, he didn’t seem to mind that you didn’t pull your gaze away as he dressed, if anything he looked cocky, like he knew how much you wanted him to take it all off again and come back to bed, not that you were going to voice this. Your eyes met his in the mirror as he fitted his tie around his neck and this man, this frustratingly handsome man, had the gall to shoot you the most flirtatiously teasing grin you’d ever seen; and that’s where he left you, in bed, in a slight state of shock, very confused and incredibly turned on all at the same time. There was only one question in your mind…What the fuck just happened?

Viktor was completely normal during the day, polite as always, appropriate with you, almost formal, but the look in his eyes, it was a look that said, ‘I know what you’re thinking about’, and it was doing things to you. Never in a million years had you ever thought of Viktor as being such an epic tease, and now that it was a reality that you were forced to face, you liked it. Was it incredibly frustrating every time he would let his fingers linger on your arm for slightly longer than they needed to, looked at you with a look that made it seem like he wanted to eat you alive, every time not even trying to hide the fact that he was looking you up and down, yes it was ludicrous amounts of frustrating, but it was type of frustration that made your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap them around his perfect tie and yank him down to meet your lips. It became a game, a game that went a little like this. You’d spend the entire day getting teased in the most sensual ways by a man who would then invite you back to his bedroom that very night, where he would be so incredibly sweet, pull you close to his body, hold you tight around your middle, never let his fingers stray, instead just hold you in place as you felt the exhaustion of the day wash over you, then you two would wake up in the morning and this increasingly frustrating man would proceed to torture you with sensual touches just above where you wanted him, let his breath ghost over the skin of your neck, but never connecting his lips to you, making sure you were perfectly worked up before pulling himself from you, and then starting the day like it was any other. You hated it. But you also loved it more than anything.

Neither of said anything. You didn’t talk about what happened in the mornings. Neither made a move to vocalize what you two were, because sure, Viktor touched you in ways that a ‘just a friend’ was certainly not supposed to, and you let him touch you like that, craved it even, but he also had yet to even kiss you, or even say that he wanted to, though you were pretty sure by this point that everything you wanted he wanted just as bad. You’d even started returning some of his advances during the day, letting your fingers linger on his shoulder, shamelessly admiring him, if he was working at his desk, leaning over to whisper in his ear, getting maybe a little to close, just to tell him something you certainly could have told him out loud, but you did it just to see him stiffen, just to hear him suck in that breath, just to take him apart a fraction of the amount that he did to you every single time you woke up with him.

You didn’t even try to be discrete when leaving his room anymore, not worrying about who may see a very scantily clad woman step out of the bedroom of one of the most prestigious inventors to ever attend Piltover academy in the early hours of the morning. Remember how you’d said the rumor going around that you and Viktor were sleeping together wouldn’t benefit either of your interests, well now you hoped that rumor spread just for the sake of making Viktor say something, making him declare just what was going on between you two so that you could move forward, you loved the sensual touches, the teasing, the cockiness, but if he didn’t do something else soon you thought you were going to explode.

That night felt odd. You’d spent so many nights over the last weeks in Viktor’s bed, that when the two of you ended up in yours, it felt off, not bad, just that something was different. The night went much the same, after a day of shameless teasing and open staring, a wordless battle of wills, the two of you curled together in the darkness, any heat forgotten for the sake of just feeling the other, felling the body heat and hearing their even breathing. Your head laid on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, his hand resting against the small of your back. It was amazing to you, how you could go from turned on and frustrated to perfectly at peace the second he pulled you close, the second you felt his arms wrap around you. You thought back to how all of this started, one night of convincing Viktor to come back to your room with you, reducing him to a relaxed mess with your touch, inviting him to stay the night, and then that night repeating steadily, a few times a month, then it turned into once or twice a week, then it turned into just finding some excuse to sleep in the same bed, to be so close. How had you gone so long without knowing what it felt like to have his arms around you, gone so long without knowing what it was like to sleep so close, to hold him in the ways you’d only dreamed of before.

You were suddenly overwhelmed, swallowing hard as you buried your face in his chest, clutched his side harder. What was this? Did he want what you wanted? You knew he wanted you physically, he’d made that abundantly clear through his behavior, but did he want you emotionally? Did he want to love you and not just fuck you? What if the answer was no? What would you do then?

Viktor’s fingers gliding smoothly up and down your spine pulled you from your spiral, bringing you back down to the present. It was at this point you realized how tightly you were clutching him, loosening your hold, and trying to relax back into him. “Did I wake you?” You asked, you knew your voice sounded small.

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet,” Viktor responded, his ministrations up and down your spine never ceasing and you slowly felt the anxiety you had been feeling ebb away as you allowed yourself to fully relax. “What’s wrong?” His voice was whispered, almost like he thought you’d scare if he spoke too loudly.

“It’s nothing.” You lied, you shut your eyes against his chest, trying to focus on his heartbeat, it was a little faster now.

“it’s not nothing,” he said against your hair, the feeling of his lips on you, even in the most innocent way, made your heart race. “Tell me.” You took a deep wavering breath, it was now or never, you needed an answer, you needed him to tell you what he wanted. You lifted your head up, your eyes meeting his amber ones, they were so open, so gentle as he gazed at you. The first time you tried to speak your voice caught in your throat, making you stop and look away for a moment, his hand came up to your cheek, gently stroking your skin until you opened your eyes again, he never rushed you, never pushed you, just let you work your way to what you wanted to say. Finally, after minutes of excruciating silence, you found your voice. Your eyes met his once again and you spoke.

“Viktor,” You started, his name was sweet on your tongue. “What do you want?” He gazed at you for a moment, as if contemplating your question.

“Elaborate.” He added, his eyes never once leaving yours.

“From this,” You wavered. “From this thing between us, what do you want from it?” Viktor was quiet for a moment, like he was trying to figure out how to answer that question, finally he seemed to arrive at an answer.

“I want whatever you’ll let me have.” You just stared at him for a minute, digesting his words, such a simple answer that held so much information. He wanted whatever you’d give him, he wanted everything, those two sentences ricocheted inside your head, you swore you felt your heart stop and you were surviving on his touch alone, sharing his rapid heartbeat that you could feel against your hand on his chest. You loved this man, with every fiber of your being you wanted everything he had the capacity to give, and you had no idea how to tell him that, so instead you leaned forward and connected your lips with his, trying to convey everything that ever went unsaid. Trying to say ‘I love you’ with the way your lips pressed so firmly to his, the way your hand came up to tangle in his hair, the way you pressed your body so close to his. You could feel the ‘I love you too’ in the way he kissed you back, the way he pulled you even closer until you had to throw a leg over his waist so you could get as close as he wanted you, the way he deepened the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the first time. That’s how you stayed for a long while, pressed as close as you could get, straddling his hips as you worked to memorize the way he tasted.

When the two of you finally parted, and you finally got to look at him beneath you, panting with his hair spread out over the pillow, cheeks flushed and lips red from yours, you didn’t think you’d ever seen anything more beautiful. His voice when he spoke was raspy and breathless and were determined to make sure you heard it like that often.

“What about you?” He asked, his hands coming to rest on your hips, you could feel his heavy breathing underneath you, under your fingertips as they were splayed over his stomach as you sat up. “What do you want?” You figured that would have been clear at this point.

“You know what I want.”

“Say it.”

You thought back to what he had said when you asked him, ‘I want whatever you’ll let me have’. “I want to give you everything.” You could feel when his breath hitched, the way his grip tightened around your hips. You lowered yourself back down to press your lips against his again, you wanted to keep going, roll your hips against his just to hear him gasp, to feel him buck into you with just as much desperation, but as you kissed him you felt just how exhausted you were, emotionally and physically. When you pulled away again, laying back down beside Viktor, laying your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed, you felt him wrap his arms around you, pull you as close as he could, placing a single kiss to the crown of your head before you both succumbed to sleep.

You woke up to the sunlight streaming through the windows, chasing away the darkness of the night. You could hear Viktor’s even breathing under your ear as you laid on his chest, one of his hands resting on your shoulder, the other laying against his own stomach. He was still asleep. You were slow in your movements, rising cautiously in an attempt not to wake him. He was breathtaking, the early morning sun making his skin glow underneath it, his mahogany hair played against the pillow, his features smoothed and relaxed, looking at a sleeping Viktor in the dead of night and in the early morning light were two very different experiences, especially with the knowledge that you were allowed to look at him this way, allowed to gaze upon him the way a lover would. You were slightly startled by the hand laying on his stomach moving up to find yours resting on his chest. When you looked back up to his face his eyes were open to you, the hand he’d had wrapped around your shoulder moved to push some of your unruly hair behind your ear, allowing him to see more of your face.

“Good morning.” You spoke first, leaning forward to press your lips just under his jaw, he hummed in response.

“Good morning.” He tilted his head up slightly, allowing you more room to place a kiss to his throat. “Jayce is probably expecting me.” He said after a long moment.

“Jayce can wait,” You spoke against his throat. “There are more important things right now.” You pulled away from him so you could look him in the eye, the expression he wore was very knowing.

“And what would those things be?” He asked as a hand came to glide down your back, slowly and deliberately, ensuring you could feel every inch of its decent until it rested at the base of your spine. You smiled as you leaned forward, placing another kiss under his jaw, then to the corner of his mouth, then ghosting your lips over his as you spoke.

“Making up for lost time.” You finally pressed your lips against his in a kiss that set your blood ablaze under your skin and pulled the air from your lungs. You tossed a leg over his hips the same way you had the night before, placing yourself above him as his hands came to grip your waist. The kiss was slow, unhurried, just enjoying the feeling of it, enjoying being allowed to be like this. The first touch of his tongue to yours sent shivers up your spine and you exhaled into the kiss when he pressed you closer to him. You’d imagined this moment numerous times, imagined it would be hurried and desperate and heated, eager to touch and feel and chase the pleasure those two things provided, never had you thought it would be like this, slow and sensual, focused on memorizing as much of the other person as possible. His fingers coaxed the hem of your sleepshirt up, his palms flat against your newly exposed skin as they dragged up your back accompanied with the first roll of his hips against yours, you let out a gasp against his lips. There was nothing urgent about the way you sat up, hooking your fingers under your shirt and pulling it over your head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor, his hands were slow as they tracked up your sternum, eliciting goosebumps everywhere they touched, until they reached the swell of your chest, thumbs grazing over peaked nipples. Your back arched at his gentle touch, rolling your hips against his once more. He rose himself to place a kiss in the center of your chest, trailing his lips up until they reached your throat. His elevated posture allowed you to pull the hem of his shirt up, making a silent plea, to which he momentarily separated himself from you to allow you to pull the fabric off completely, it soon joining your own shirt on the floor.

You placed your hands flat on his chest, pushing him back against the mattress, once he was flat you gave another roll of your hips, pulling a strained gasp from his lips. You could feel him against you, straining against the thin fabric that separated your bodies. You let him pull the fabric of your shorts down your hips, maneuvering to get them down your legs and off of you, leaving you bare to him, his hands flat against your thighs as they traced up to your hips, where he held you in place as he rolled up to meet you, pleased at the moan it forced from your lips. You didn’t bother trying to get his pants all the way off, instead simply pulling them down enough to bring him out, the feeling of him hard against your thigh fueling the heat to your core. For a moment you only wrapped your hands around him, stroking slowly and watching stuttered breaths left his lips, you could stay like this for hours, hand around his cock as you slowly pushed him toward the edge, listened as his staggered breaths turned to whines as he approached his climax, you were tempted to do just that. Place yourself between his legs and draw out every noise that he could produce with your hands on him or your mouth around him, watch patiently as he slowly comes undone, however, the molten heat in your core objected to that idea right now, maybe later after you’ve learned what it felt like to have him inside of you.

Your hand left his cock for a moment, the needy whine that left his throat causing a burst of heat to erupt in your abdomen. He watched as you pushed two fingers into yourself, making sure you were slick enough for him, with all the teasing he’d inflicted on you over the past weeks it was no surprise when you opened easily to the intrusion, a hushed moan falling from your lips as you pulled your fingers from your core and once again wrapped them around his cock, spreading your wetness over him as you stroked him. The feeling of bliss when you started to sink down onto him was indescribable, the sensation of his cock filling you ripping a silent moan from your lips and a strangled hiss from his. His hands were loose around your hips, drawing circles on your skin as you adjusted to his size, finally giving an experimental roll of your hips, smiling at the moan it coaxed from Viktor’s throat. You flattened your palms out on his chest for leverage as you lifted your hips again before once again lowering yourself down, sending sparks up your spine and coating your thoughts in a thick fog. Eventually his grip around your hips tightened as he guided your movements on his cock, lifting his own hips up to meet you on every thrust. You leaned forward, laying your hands on either side of his pillow as you connected your lips with his, swallowing every one of his moans as you moved faster, feeling him thrust a little harder into you. The kiss eventually devolved to the occasional meeting of lips as the two of you panted in each other’s space, a broken moan escaping you at a particularly blissful thrust. His arms came up to wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, your chest resting on top of his as you kissed him with as much passion as you could muster as your climax rapidly approached, your heavy breaths loud in the overwise silence of your bedroom, the sunlight streaming in through the windows as his trusts devolved into heavy grinds, abusing that perfect spot inside of you over and over, pushing you toward the edge with every movement so deep inside of you. You panted into his shoulder as your climax hit you, your body going rigid against him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, gripping the sheets under your hands so tight you thought they might tear. Viktor hissed against your ear when you tightened around him, this steady grinds into you becoming slightly more erratic as he approached his own fall into ecstasy. His fingertips dug into your skin as he pushed as deep into you as he could, finally succumbing to pleasure as his release hit him hard, slowly stilling inside of you.

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, pressed tightly together, simply breathing together as the morning sun bathed you both in a golden light, warming your sweat cooled skin. His fingers gliding up and down your spine pulled you back to yourself, nuzzling deeper into the space between his shoulder and his neck.

“Jayce still expecting you?” You asked against his warm skin. He let out a slightly breathless chuckle, dragging his nails gently over your skin.

“He can bear to wait just a little longer.”

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