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There's soft friction burns on Jayce's legs, fabric against his skin rubbing hot as he fidgets, writhing in the binds. Cheeks flushed, his lower abdomen aches so much that he thinks of that and nothing but Viktor's touch, fingers on his chin as more water flows down his throat. He's almost teary, head spinning. He can feel the damp spots, knows Viktor can probably see them. Humiliating. A grown man on the verge of pissing himself like a dog. He can hear his own pulse in his ears, knows it's imminent. Viktor doesn't even have to press on his swollen abdomen.
Clenched jaw, an almost inaudible whimper, and then a desperate gasp, Jayce swallowing air so fast it makes his teeth sting. He feels the almost scalding warmth, thighs soaking, trousers sticking to his skin as his piss trickles down his calves in ticklish streams. He can't stop it, can't clench his bladder closed, doesn't want to. The relief is orgasmic itself, he can't tell if he's cumming, he probably is. Everything blurs into a blinding pleasure as his piss pools under him, body slumping. His cheeks burn red, a small fragment of self-awareness reminding him that Viktor is watching, that his partner just watched as he pissed himself. He stutters something out, only to give up, words failing him. He'd be more embarrassed if he didn't feel so good, he's sure. He must be. Viktor just rubs over Jayce's emptied abdomen almost clinically, deft fingers slipping down to feel the drenched clothes at his crotch, dragging through the puddle on the chair. Viktor licks his finger clean and Jayce's mind practically snaps.
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Jayce cringes a little as Viktor's fingers work at his damp trousers, watching his fingertips pull away glistening with piss. Viktor catches his eye and rubs his palm over Jayce's underwear shamelessly, feeling the familiar twitch. He curls his touch under the waistband, freeing Jayce's quickly hardening cock, ghosting over it with nothing short of reverence. A thumb over the slit, coaxing the last drop of piss as Jayce whines. Jayce feels how slick he is, how soaked with piss, how easily Viktor's hand strokes over him, dragging his foreskin back to strip him even further. Jayce is too sensitive, hips trying to pull away, straining against the binds once more. Viktor lets go, a small mercy perhaps. He drags his palm down Jayce's face, smearing remnants of piss. Jayce can't escape the scent, nutty and somehow not unpleasant, but it makes his head spin. He's is too preoccupied with the filth on his face to realise Viktor had repositioned himself, until he feels a body lean against his torso.
Large hands reach to hold Viktor's waist on instinct, taking some weight from his legs. He looks up at Viktor, hazy eyes tracing the details of his face with lovesick adoration until he feels it. He hears viktor's soft sigh, feels the sudden wet heat over his stomach, trickling down.
Viktor leans back, readjusting to release himself over Jayce's achingly hard cock, watching the pale yellow stream ribbon around the throbbing shaft and mix with Jayce's own mess. Jayce can only sit, mouth agape, watching as Viktor soils him, the pleasure on Viktor's face leaving him dizzy. Viktor lets a hand rub over his own bladder just to tease as his stream finishes up and Jayce almost tears through the binds. Viktor settles down on Jayce's lap, sitting on damp thighs, hearing the squelch from the chair, the quiet repetitive drip as it flows over onto the floor. The scent is intoxicating, heady. Viktor shifts flush against Jayce, frotting against him with piss-slick skin and Jayce keens, a garbled plea that melts into gasped chants of Viktor's name. He moves viktor's body for him, hands still on his waist.
Curses muttered under breath, clothes cooling damp in the air but skin hot with sweat. Every movement sounds so much wetter. It isn't long until they're cumming over each other, adding yet again to the mess. They stay like that until Viktor catches his breath, and only agrees to untie Jayce under the condition he clean him up. Jayce agrees with such incoherent enthusiasm Viktor almost laughs. Yet true to promise, after limbs are freed and stretched out, Jayce loses himself between Viktor's legs, tongue desperately lapping as he drinks down the cocktail of their mess.