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Don’t ask for permission, and don’t fear the consequences. Those were the conditions they were working under. Hextech was a dream worth making sacrifices for, and Jayce was no stranger to audacious experimentation. That’s why, when he first felt the unfamiliar, wet sensation against his chest, the moistness that came away on his fingertips wasn’t met with concern, but fascination.

“What is it, Jayce?” Viktor’s voice drawled, heavy and accented from where he was working on the other side of the lab.

“I… don’t know,” Jayce answered, his breath held as more liquid beaded from his chest. His shirt was growing damp from the unusual secretions. “Just… a weird side effect of the crystals, I think.”

“Hmm. What sort of side effect?” Now Viktor had turned to face him, head tilted with interest, though his goggles were still obscuring his eyes.

“Physiological. I’m… sweating? Must be getting warm. I’ll go get some water.”

It wasn’t warm in the lab, it was a practical environment. Often cold and inhospitable, with its metal surfaces cool to the touch and dust collecting in the corners. 

Jayce stumbled his way to the restroom where he was greeted to the sight of two darkened patches around his nipples. His pits were fine. He wasn’t sweating anywhere else, or leaking any other suspicious liquids. When he reached inside of his shirt, his fingers came away coated in a milky liquid. It had almost a blue tint to it. Unashamedly, Jayce gave it a sniff. It was very mild, close to nothing but somehow oddly familiar. He then did what any curious young man would do and pressed his two wet fingertips to his lips. The taste was alarmingly sweet. 

Not sweat, then. Certainly not sweat. It leaked from his nipples in thick droplets as he massaged at his noticeably tender pecs. The small brown buds of his nipples felt especially sensitive, but the liquid was soothing when he spread it over them. Naturally moisturizing.

A small gasp left his mouth. It didn’t just taste like milk, it was milk. He was lactating.

Now, there were times when he felt oddly affected by the experiments he was running in the lab. Sometimes, the static, electromagnetic energy of the gem followed him home. Sometimes, he awoke sweating in the night, gasping for breath, and painfully hard in his sleep pants. This was new. This was not like the wet dreams he’d begun to have for the first time since he was pubescent, or the way that his new partner made his heart beat twice as fast.

Viktor didn’t seem to notice his nervousness as he returned to the lab with his tie undone. He’d wiped up what he could of the milk that dribbled down the contours of his abs, but as he returned to his seat and sat working on the schematics he’d previously abandoned, there was an ache in his chest and a heavy pit in his belly. He put his head in his hand and sighed.

“Jayce?” Viktor’s voice broke him out of it. “I thought you were going to get water?”

“Oh, I—” He was thirsty, now that he thought of it. Unusually so. “I forgot. I’m distracted, sorry—”

“Do not apologize.” Viktor hummed in thought. “Are you feeling ill?”

“Ill? What— No, why?” Jayce felt like he had been caught red-handed. This was more embarrassing than it was concerning, akin to going through puberty all over again. It had been years since he had to scurry to the restroom due to strange bodily functions he wasn't used to, throbbing or leaking or pulsing with hormones. Sometimes all three at the same time. Jayce didn’t understand why his body was reacting the way it was to the magic, or if it would ever stop.

It had to be magic. Magic was the only explanation, and he loved magic. He had studied it his entire life. How could he be upset about the magical influence on his body? He should be grateful, inspired, curious . He should be tearing off his shirt and revealing this new discovery with the confidence of a man staking newly conquered land.

But with Viktor’s prying, all he could do was begin to collect his things, hurriedly stacking the papers in one pile and gathering what he needed to leave for the day and hide away in his room.

“Jayce,” Viktor said. “Sit down.” He was heading over now, his cane clicking against the floor. Before Jayce could think of a good excuse for leaving, Viktor was right in front of him, staring him down. “You said that the hex gems are affecting you, yes? You certainly are acting strange.” He placed the back of his palm against Jayce’s forehead, frowning when he felt how warm it was.

Jayce leaned into his cooling touch, thankful for Viktor’s perpetually cold hands. It was usually him who was reaching out to touch the other man, it was rare that Viktor reached out to touch him. “Sick, yeah. Just sick,” he said.

Viktor wasn’t buying it, but Jayce knew that his interest was one born of more than simple concern. If magic could have a physical influence on the human body, if magic could heal, or evolve, or even rewrite biology, Viktor would want to know. He was so committed to improving lives that he would let nothing stop him.

“Where does it hurt?” his partner questioned, offering more of his hand as Jayce downright nuzzled against the palm cupping his cheek. He felt disoriented and uncomfortably full and heavy. Viktor observed, but there was no judgement, just his partner wanting answers to the questions they’d both been asking for months. 

Jayce was always a touchy person, but this was new territory for them. He shifted, and he felt the warmth bead from his nipples again. Both of them, this time.

“Oh.” Viktor finally noticed the stains, and slid his goggles up to his forehead. “Remarkable.” 

When Jayce dared to look up, Viktor was smiling. A rare gift, the corners of his mouth upturned, eyes bright. It made Jayce swell with pride, subconsciously improving his posture and raising his chest despite his uncertainty. Viktor procedurally tended to his buttons, setting aside his vest and his shirt, exposing him to the cold air of the room with the deft, precise hands of a scientist.

He noticed the light sheen of sweat over Jayce’s muscle. The plump, tan skin and of course the milk leaking down the swell of his chest, collecting in the valleys of his abdominals.
“May I?” Viktor asked.

Jayce wasn’t sure what he was asking for exactly, until Viktor was taking his silence for consent, already tracing his right nipple with a devious gloved finger. Jayce shivered against his touch, his skin pebbling in the cool air. “Careful, it’s—” Sensitive.

“I know. I’ve got you.” He collected one fat, white bead of milk on his index finger and brought it up to his face.

“Viktor, wait!” It could have had unknown effects. It was magic, after all.

But his partner was already humming at the taste. He had consumed the liquid, and his tongue was darting between his lips in search of a second opinion. “Sweet,” was his verdict. “Have you done this before? Produced, I mean.”

“I didn’t know I could,” Jayce answered, faintly aware of the sudden breathlessness that was making his voice light and his head spin. If he held any doubts before, they were all disappearing now. “It’s the magic, I feel… they’ve been sore for a while now.” He rubbed at his pectoral muscle absently, massaging the tender flesh.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Viktor’s excitement was suddenly palpable. Jayce flinched a little when he drew nearer, expecting more contact with his overly sensitive chest.

“That men can lactate?” he answered innocently.

“The gems can be used in ways we always dreamed! This is unprecedented. Magic, affecting biology!”

“Right,” Jayce swallowed the lump in his throat. It was difficult to feel as excited when it was his body that was changing in ways he didn’t want it to. This wasn’t evolution, it was a mutation. As much as Jayce had revered magic his entire life, this wasn’t one of the miracles he had dreamt about, this was just plain uncomfortable and inconvenient.

Eventually, Viktor brought him over some tissue and allowed him to dry up the slight mess he’d made. 

“Do you think we could keep this between us?” Jayce asked with the crumpled tissue in hand. ”Until we figure it out.”

“Of course,” Viktor answered easily. “We’re partners.” He was already writing down a fierce amount of notes and ideas. Potential applications for this newfound possibility, no doubt.

Jayce felt light-headed, and so, put his shirt back on and continued to gather his things. He was just about to step through the door on his way out when Viktor stopped him again. 

“One thing before you leave,” he began, tapping his pencil to his chin and then pointing it at him. “Are you sure that this is a side effect of the magic?”

Jayce nodded. “It’s worse here, in the lab. The closer I am to the hex core the more I…. The more it hurts.”

“I see.” 

That was the end of the conversation, and Jayce was left to deal with his brand new ability all on his own for the night. He wondered why it hadn’t affected Viktor the same way. Was it biological or was he chosen in some way? 

Maybe it had to do with his experiences as a child. It could have been the ruin. Either way, he had experiments of his own to run. Hypotheses to test.

It was going to be a long night.

Jayce continued to leak the next day, and the day after that. As it went on, he kept his secret hidden from everyone else at the academy.

Heimerdinger would have been unnerved if he knew the gems were having… unwanted consequences. He would have shut down their research indefinitely. Viktor knew, of course, but it was far too embarrassing to confess to Cait or Mel, or gods forbid, his mother. Jayce wound up hunched over in the Academy archives, combing through every book he could find about anatomy or biology. He discovered that the information he needed was nearly always in sections dedicated to mammalian reproduction. His cheeks burned as he combed through the pages, and in sequence his chest leaked. Illustrations of nursing infants made him yearn for that kind of relief. For a soft, hungry mouth to feed.

Eventually, he tried to express some of it himself, squeezing and massaging unsuccessfully at his swollen nipples— only in the privacy of his own room. There was so much burgeoning inside him, wanting to come out, that he grew increasingly frustrated by the need to express. He laid in bed at night throbbing, groping at his wet, sticky chest, pinching his nipples desperate for the sensation he needed to find rest. What he truly needed were lips to wrap around him and suck. The longer it went on, the more overwhelming the urge became.

He was miserable, with no guess as to how long it would last, or how else it was affecting his body. Viktor had his own ideas, he was theorizing about its applications, studying Jayce as often as he studied the gems, if not more. He measured the liquid and its output with a frankly concerning amount of surveillance. All of his notes were kept scribbled in rows and columns of messy lines.

“It is a shame…” Jayce overheard him muttering one night. He seemed agitated in the way he was sometimes, when things weren't working the way they were supposed to. He muttered, and paced, and scoured through his notes, frequently turning the pages back and forth. It was only after many moments of this that the tension finally broke. 

Jayce nearly jumped as he felt Viktor appear beside him, hovering behind Jayce’s form where he sat leant over a workbench.

“Have you thought of using an extractor?” Viktor asked. “Something to relieve you. A suction pump, mechanical or otherwise.” 

The other scientist was so invested, that he had halted almost all of their other projects in favor of the research he was doing for this. He hovered restlessly as he waited for an answer.

Jayce took a sharp inhale at the idea, the relief that he knew it would bring. “No. I haven't.” He felt his face heat up suddenly, to be talking about his secret intimately with Viktor. 

His partner produced a detailed sketch seemingly out of nowhere. He handed it over for Jayce to take a look at.

“You designed this?” Jayce asked.

“I thought it might help.” Viktor leaned on his cane, and didn’t take his eyes off of Jayce. “And, well… I may have made a prototype.”

Jayce scanned the schematic. It was glass, with a bulbous point for collection of liquid and a rubber cup at the end for pumping. Hand-operated. Much less complex than Jayce would have expected from his genius partner with a flare for sleek yet powerful designs. 

“Viktor, I don't know about this.”

“Nonsense. What could it hurt?” Viktor took the schematic back and set it on his desk. “This is the model I settled on after the mechanical version proved to be cumbersome… and rather loud. I know you prefer to be discreet—”

“What?! ” Jayce interrupted, before lowering his voice again. “You invented a mechanical—” 

He had crossed his arms defiantly in front of his chest. Then, he began worrying the skin between his brows as he groaned with frustration over the inconvenience of it all. 

“Jayce, many women use this device…” Viktor’s voice softened in a way it did sometimes, a way that made Jayce feel confused and warm all over. “It won't hurt, I promise you. If anything, it will bring you relief.” Viktor stepped close again and placed his hand on Jayce's arm. He really had gotten so touchy… “We’re scientists. Don’t tell me you’re going to back out on me now?”

“I…” Jayce hesitated, staring at the cool blue glow of the gems against the wall of the lab. It had gone dark outside, as they often worked, studied, and hypothesized late into the night. “I trust you,” is what he finally settled on saying, because he did. He trusted Viktor, as his partner and as a man. Viktor had saved him, he wouldn’t let him down now. 

“Right then.” Viktor finally removed his hand, and Jayce found that he missed the contact. “Let us get started.”

Just like that, Viktor began to clinically prepare for the experiment. He had Jayce undress from the waist up and sit on the workbench, which he did obediently and without fuss. It made him feel like a child getting his first check up, sticking out his tongue so the doctor could look down his throat.

“It won’t hurt a bit,” Viktor promised, wiping over his chest with some sort of cleansing cloth that smelled like disinfectant.

The glass was cold when he pressed it against the meat of his chest, perfectly circling his nipple. Jayce inhaled sharply.

“I am going to begin,” Viktor warned him, then he began to squeeze rhythmically. At first, it didn’t feel like much, just pressure and suction. A bit sensitive, but not painful. There was a tingling sensation as the milk let down. Then, it all started to come out at once.

Jayce curled his toes in his boots. He couldn't look away from the liquid gathering in the bulb. More of it than he had ever seen.

“How does that feel?” Viktor asked quietly.

“Better.” 

Viktor paused to write something down. The warm milk collected in the bulb of the vessel, drop by drop. “This is quite a bit more fluid than I imagined,” he muttered.

“Sorry—”

“Don’t be.” Viktor was shifty. Something off about him. His voice was lower than it usually was. “Think of what else you are capable of, if this…. if it proves to…” He trailed off, distracted by something. 

In all honesty, it was hard to think about anything but then and there. Jayce was dumbfounded by relief. He suddenly felt he needed to be closer to Viktor. Needed to hold him, touch him, needed to be reassured. 

But Viktor was merciless with the pump. He was a man on a mission, and Jayce was at the whim and the mercy of his science. 

“V.” He protested when it started to get sore. The suction had plumped up his skin, leaving it reddened enough to wonder if it would bruise.

“You’ve got more in you,” Viktor assured him. “Let it out, Jayce.”

“Viktor, please—”

There was another unforeseen effect the whole experience was having. Perhaps it was Viktor’s undivided attention, his deft hands working over his body, or the way his breathing had picked up and his eyes lit up with a keen fascination. More than that, he looked at Jayce the same way he looked at the hexgems: with desire.

And this attention, his touch, the sensitive parts of Jayce’s body being worked and milked.. . Jayce couldn't handle it. He was getting hard. It was as if the auction went straight to his cock. He swelled in his pants, his length straining against the fabric, wanting attention of its own. One sudden and worrisome thought struck him, that if Viktor didn't stop, he was going to come.

“That’s good, Jayce…”

Oh god.

“Just a little more…”

He couldn’t hold it in. He was throbbing, and he prayed that Viktor wouldn’t look down to see him twitch beneath the obvious tent he’d formed. 

His balls drew up.

“You’re doing so well, giving me so much…” Viktor whispered and gave a few more pumps.

Jayce bit his lip, his hips jerking as he started to orgasm. He breathed hard, abs clenched tight as he used every bit of self-control he had not to moan out loud. His cock shot off inside his pants, several deep waves of pleasure washed over him as he came, and it didn't stop. Not after one spurt, or two, or three. His climax felt neverending, guided along by the relentless squeeze of Viktor’s device. The wet spot in his pants grew darker and spread along his thigh. 

He broke.

“Ahh… mm—!”

Though he managed to hold off from making a sound until the very end, the small whimper that escaped him was enough to signal Viktor to stop. Thankfully, his partner didn’t look down at his spent and still twitching cock. He looked straight at Jayce’s face with a curious expression. 

There was no way he hadn’t noticed…. Jayce was flushed beet red and panting. He had just come untouched.

He heard Viktor clear his throat, felt him pull the glass away and empty its contents into a receptacle bottle. It must have been warm to the touch, precisely his body temperature. 

“That is enough for today,” Viktor said. 

Jayce couldn’t have escaped the lab any sooner.

He had been pumping for a week. Every day consistently, multiple times a day as Viktor instructed. Though it failed to resolve his issue, it only made him produce more. Jayce didn’t question how Viktor disposed of the milk, or why he seemed so content to accept the strange side effect, and he certainly didn't ask what Viktor thought about the fact that it had gotten him off. 

For the time being, Viktor had gone back to their other experiments. He sat on the other side of the lab and kept his head buried in his books and illegible notes. He hardly looked up from his tinkering most days. 

Jayce knew that it was because of what had happened between them, because of how his body had responded. It did manage to bring some form of comfort, to not have the other scientist hovering so rapt. But he was ashamed of having had a sexual response to a very non-sexual act. Or so he thought it was.

He was sitting with his feet up on the table when he decided it was time to finally break the ice. “I'm sorry about—”

“It's nothing.” Viktor waved him off, over his shoulder, as if he had been expecting the apology. “It was a normal biological response.”

“Oh.” Jayce paused. “Was it?”

Viktor hummed, “Yes, it was,” and Jayce figured that he was simply the expert on the subject, out of the two of them. Viktor accepted this and went back to twirling his hair around his finger, deep in thought. 

“Alright then, I was thinking, for your theory about an energy source—”

Just like that, things largely went back to normal.

Precisely until Jayce had to give a big pitch to the council.

It was typical, necessary for funding and supplies. Jayce was fully prepared and rehearsed, everything was perfect until his chest began to ache halfway down the long corridor leading to the council room.

“No,” he whispered, stopping dead in his tracks. “Nonono, I pumped!”

“Jayce?” Viktor was standing right beside him. He looked up with calculated concern. 

“Shit!” Jayce began to panic, holding both of his pecs in an attempt to keep the milk in, and dropping his papers in the process. They scattered across the ground.

“Jayce?”

“Why now? Why me?” He knelt to pick them up, and felt the liquid spread through the fabric of his uniform. “I don't have it… I didn't even think to bring it!”

“Jayce.” Viktor was insistent, despite Jayce seeming to not hear him. He took him by the shoulder and coaxed him back up on his feet with a gentleness and patience only he could have for him. “I can help.”

Jayce felt a chill run through him. There was a distinct lack of other options standing here in the corridor with minutes to spare. He looked at Viktor, and Viktor stared back. 

“There, in that storage room.”

“We can’t.”

Viktor stared harder. He knew he was right.

“Fine, fine! But I don't even know if it’ll—”

His partner was already backing him towards the door. Jayce nearly tripped over his own feet on the way, his papers collected in a messy stack in his arms, clutched protectively to his chest. The door was, thankfully unlocked, and the two of them slipped inside easily enough. Viktor propped his cane under the door handle and Jayce moved backwards until his back hit a wall. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he finally opened them again, Viktor was staring, nearly eye level, at his chest. 

“Are you sure about this?” Jayce asked. He could hear both of them breathing more easily in the small, confined space. It was a room, not a closet, but the singular stained glass window was hardly a small slit, and covered with dust. 

“I am as sure as I have ever been,” Viktor answered. Finally he looked up. At Jayce's face. At his mouth. At the beating pulse in his neck.

Okay. Jayce gave him a silent nod, and Viktor started to unbutton his vest. Jayce helped, they didn't have a lot of time. The papers were set safely aside, though Jayce suddenly couldn’t remember what his speech was even about.

He was soaking wet already when they got it all off. Viktor wasted no time in latching on, and the feeling was divine. An answer in itself. Jayce cursed under his breath. Viktor’s mouth was wet and warm. So warm. 

What started as gentle, experimental sucking quickly turned to deep, rhythmic swallowing. It was so different from the pump. He was feeding him, and Viktor took it all. His dark lashes fluttered. His tongue flicked against the sensitive peak of Jayce’s nipple and he moaned. He gripped the back of Viktor’s head and pressed him tighter against his chest so that he was practically smothered. 

He couldn't believe what he was doing, what they were doing, but the constant suction was driving him wild, so was the way he could feel the warm milk flooding onto Viktor’s tongue. “Oh fuck, Viktor!” He felt pins and needles sensation as his pec flexed. The other was firm, full, and neglected. As if reading his mind, Viktor reached up to fondle it, rolling the pebbled nipple against his palm and pinching meanly when Jayce shivered.

It was too much. He could feel Viktor’s small belly, warm and full and as he pressed closer to him. He could feel his warmth and the softness it added to his otherwise angular, bony frame. Viktor was drinking his fill. He was humming contentedly, licking and sucking and—-

“V, I'm gonna cum!” Jayce gasped. His hips bucked. “I can't– I can’t, you have to stop—”

He cried out. Viktor pressed against him and he suddenly felt something hard. That was all it took before he was smacking the back of his head against the wall. Viktor stood up on his toes to crash their mouths together as Jayce started to cum. 

“Nghh! Aghh— oh god, why didn't you stop?”

Viktor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His cheeks were flushed pink and he was panting. “I’ll tell them you got sick,” he said, and with that, he gathered the papers, retrieved his cane, and slipped out into the hall.

Jayce deliriously looked down at the mess he had made of himself. Cum in his underclothes and milk leaking from the nipple Viktor had neglected to drink from. The other was shiny with spit. Just like Viktor’s delicate lips had been.

What shocked him the most, was that Viktor had also been aroused. Jayce felt it, his need poking him in the thigh just as obvious as the prominent bone in the bridge of Viktor’s nose was as it squished against his chest. 

Viktor held him by the waist. He had moaned at the taste. Viktor wanted it. Enough to face the council and tell them that an emergency had come up and they’d have to reschedule. The council members would be unhappy, no doubt, but Jayce could do nothing about it standing in a dusty storage room with cum stains on his clothing. 

From there, it spiraled. 

They spent more time in the lab with his tits in Viktor’s mouth than actually working. Jayce got off, easily, and every time. Sometimes more than once, but Viktor usually cleared his throat, straightened himself up and excused himself afterwards.

Jayce yearned in his absence. He felt alone and deprived at times when Viktor would leave. They never went any further than grinding against one another through the fabric of their clothing, though Jayce had started to slip his cock free on account of all the pants he was ruining. 

He was the first one to ask for it. To ask for more. 

It was night, the two of them were curled up together in Viktor’s bed. They had kissed, and Jayce had his hands in Viktor’s hair, and Viktor was petting him so sweetly like he only would when he got milk drunk. His hands traveling absently across Jayce’s body, tickling and tracing his veins.

“You don't think this is weird?” Jayce thought to ask.

When Viktor looked up at him, his face was soft and honest. “To be frank, I enjoy this. I do get something out of this arrangement, you know.”

Jayce waited for him to continue. “I have never… done this before,” Viktor continued. He was lying on Jayce’s chest now. Chin against sternum. “My mother, she wasn’t able to,” he admitted, looking away.

“Oh... I didn't realize.” Jayce had his arm raised above his head to give Viktor easier access. 

He nodded, though his brows pinched. He must have heard Jayce’s heartbeat pick up. “That is why I have always been curious…”

It was more than that though. It was curiosity, but Jayce liked feeling Viktor's full belly, soft and warm against his abdomen. Liked seeing his velvety pale skin dotted with moles when he would take his shirt off so that they could do it skin-to-skin. “I like kissing you, and… tasting myself,” Jayce confessed.

This brought a serious expression to Viktor’s face. His eyes darkened. Jayce couldn’t tell if he’d put on a little weight from all the extra calories he was consuming, or if he just looked more well rested than usual. His face was soft, almost glowing in the low light.

He was beautiful, Jayce couldn’t deny it. He lowered his arm to pull him into a kiss. Their lips met, softly moving together with just the shyest touch of tongues. Jayce felt Viktor exhale against him, breathing it in as Viktor slotted himself between his thighs.

When they broke apart, he was overcome. 

“Vik, I want—” 

“Yes, Jayce.”

There was no hesitation. Viktor was already reaching to unbutton his pants and free his cock, pretty like he was. Somehow, it felt like a natural progression.

“I’ve never—”

“I know.” 

Gods, Jayce blushed. He helped to take his own pants and underpants off and he spread his legs. He had already given Viktor everything else. It was nothing to give him this much. To give Viktor anything in the world that he wanted.

Viktor nursed from him while he opened him up. His long fingers slickened with oil and moving precisely in and out as Jayce squirmed beneath him. This time, he could be as loud as he wanted. He tossed his head back, from side to side. His hair had fallen out of place, sticking to the light sheen of sweat on his brow. It took time to get used to the stretch, but Viktor was patient. 

He pressed one final kiss to the center of his chest and slowly moved back. He had removed his leg brace when they first got into bed, his back brace was still keeping him supported, though his movements were slow and careful. He knew how not to position himself in order to avoid getting injured or causing himself pain. There were pillows where he needed them. He told Jayce how he needed him to lay, and suddenly Viktor was inside of him and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. That full, pretty cock was splitting him open. Jayce’s slapped uselessly against his abdomen as he bounced from Viktor's thrusts. 

He cried out, unsure of the words that were coming out of his own mouth. Viktor was sighing against him, humming his pleasure as he picked up speed and began fucking into him properly. His narrow hips cushioned against Jayce’s muscular thighs. 

“Viktor, V— please— please!” he gasped.

Viktor pushed all the way inside him, bent to lap at his chest, and Jayce was gone. Milk sprayed from his nipples in faint, milky spurts. He thought of Viktor and how quiet he was, how he was still holding back, how he must have wanted to do more but his leg, and his back.

“You feel so good around me,” Viktor murmured. “You always taste so sweet. So perfect, my Jayce. Look at you…”

He put most of his weight on his left side, but he was slight enough that he hardly pressed Jayce into the mattress. The closer he got, the more erratic his thrusts were, and his voice finally broke, cracking as he moaned and subsequently lost some of his balance.

Jayce grinned, clenching around him, and once again pulling him down into a sloppy, deep kiss. 

It came as a shock to them both when Viktor came first, convulsing with the aftershocks and collapsing entirely, still nestled inside as he caught his breath. Jayce marveled at the feeling of his release inside. Basked in the afterglow. He took his own cock in hand and stroked himself to the sight of Viktor resting, tired and spent, on top of him. 

A few seconds later he came. Viktor gasped, sensitive to the feeling of Jayce tightening around his softening cock. He didn’t slip out until afterwards, cum smeared all over his pubic hair. Jayce, on the contrary, was shaved but just as messy. He slid his fingers through the cooling mess on his belly, purposefully avoiding his sensitive tip. “That was…”

“Very good,” Viktor replied, before wincing and moving to his side. He sighed in relief when he finally took pressure off of his sore spots.

“Are you alright?” Jayce had to ask.

Viktor nodded. “That was very much worth the aches I will feel tomorrow.”

“I think I’ll feel an ache too…”

That made Viktor snort, and Jayce only felt more proud for making him happy. They fell into comfortable silence. All of their mess dried. Jayce thought of the work they were doing, and how they still planned to change the world together.

“You think it will ever wear off?” he asked, thinking of how often he was left with not only an empty chest but an empty bed, and empty arms.

Viktor spared one of his rare, beautiful, exhausted smiles. “I will still be here, if it does or if it does not.”

This time, he didn’t leave, and Jayce knew that whatever would happen, they would handle it together as partners.