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When Jayce had first agreed to go to a pumpkin patch with Viktor in order to have some to carve and put on display, this is not where he thought he'd end up. He can't exactly say that he's against it, however.
It started innocently enough, upon Viktor's suggestion and it was appropriate to the season, so he didn't think much of it besides the mild obstacle of navigating so much uneven (potentially muddy and slippery) farmland with their combined usage of their canes, but they were able to make do on a day that was both manageable and dry.
Jayce took his plucked prize and so did Viktor, carefully transporting them back home and washing the exteriors so they'd be clean and ready to carve.
He had eyed his partner wearily when Viktor said he was just going to free-hand it, instead of carefully tracing a stencil of a stereotypical jack-o-lantern against the side like he did.
Jayce grew mildly concerned when Viktor started measuring a rough circle by bringing his index finger and his thumb together and trying to crudely trace its general circumference onto the side of the pumpkin and then carving out only a singular hole. He cut into the top and turned the stem into a lid like normal, sure, but he also didn't remove any of the raw innards of the pumpkin either.
Jayce had watched him, equal parts incredulous, entertained, and concerned.
"That doesn't look like it's going to be very good at doing its job." Jayce had commented.
"It will do its job perfectly, Jayce." Viktor had replied from under a cocked brow and a mischievous smirk.
Far be it from Jayce to question Viktor's artistic vision, so he had merely shook his head in minor, fleeting disbelief, and continued to scoop out the slimy guts of his own pumpkin onto the newspaper protecting the table; making sure to salvage the seeds into a strainer to wash, season, and roast later.
However, the pieces of Viktor's diabolical machinations started falling into place when he beckoned Jayce into the kitchen, later that night, with the exact cadence and intonation he uses when he's going to tell Jayce to get his cock out as fast as humanly possible.
Admittedly, Jayce was just a little too into the idea, otherwise this whole thing wouldn't have worked.
And Viktor — the smarmy bastard — knew precisely how Jayce would react to the novelty and the opportunity to indulge an occasional (seasonal) perversion.
Viktor had stood behind him with an oil-slicked hand and guided his hard, aching cock into the Jayce-sized hole Viktor had cut for him hours previous.
The sensation of forcibly pushing his way into the hole that was wet and tight in a way that was familiar, but cold in a way that was not, is so exciting and strange that Jayce nearly comes immediately once he's wholly engulfed.
"F-fuck, Viktor, I — I can't do this for very long." He pleads, already out of breath.
Viktor hums behind him in consideration and meanly drifts lower with his grip to fondle and tease Jayce's balls in his hand.
"You'll do this for as long as I want you to, darling."
Viktor huffs a chuckle through his nose and hooks his chin over Jayce's shoulder to peer down at the way his thighs tremble with barely restrained, unbridled lust and debauchery.
"Besides, I'm not even inside you yet."
"In…inside me?" Jayce stutters.
He's wholly uncertain he's going to last long enough for Viktor to get all the way inside of him. However, he is certain that Viktor will keep fucking him even if he doesn't last.
"Of course. You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you?"
Jayce whines, high and pitchy, when Viktor fits his oiled hand between their bodies and prods at his hole with two fingers, finding himself readily and eagerly accepted inside, despite the way Jayce yelps; debating between fucking forward and rocking back.
It seems as though Viktor himself is almost as eager as Jayce is, because he doesn't spend the usual forty-plus minutes thoroughly working him open with his fingers until he's sobbing and begging simultaneously for more and less and despite his words insinuating the opposite.
Viktor hastily unzips and kicks away his pants before lining himself up and firmly pushing himself inside.
Jayce wails, revelling in the slight burn of his hurried prep until it feels as though Viktor's cock will breach the back of his throat and let Jayce taste his savoury precome on his tongue.
Jayce's legs shake, every sense completely overrun and burning bright and intense with novel deviance.
Viktor prods at his prostate with firm, deep thrusts that he drags out just to toy with Jayce. He grabs a fistful of Jayce's hair and wrenches his head back, his jaw falling open and letting his tongue loll out of his mouth as it pleases; the outward rigidity of his muscles having been surrendered to Viktor's whim the second his cockhead kissed his hole.
"Aw, Jayce. Can't even give me one thrust before you turn as pliant as a doll? Come on, show me how good it feels; how you'll fuck anything as long as I ask it."
It takes no time at all for Jayce to dangle from the precipice, held back only by his desire to see Viktor come undone before he does.
Viktor, however, seems intent on the opposite.
He mournfully abandons the grip on his hair to take hold of Jayce's hips with both hands, one on either side and begins to slowly, steadily work his hips forward, forcing him deeper into the guts of the pumpkin; the cold, juicy innards squelching under the pressure when Viktor reaches past him to hold it, completely pinning him in place.
Jayce's cock throbs and twitches in time with Viktor's, who bites into the meat of his shoulder, moaning into his mouthful of Jayce's flesh.
With his cock engulfed and his insides full, Jayce knew he never stood a chance; he was just trying to draw out the inevitable.
Jayce falls forward on Viktor's next slow thrust, curling in on himself as he gasps, clawing blindly and without care at the bare skin on Viktor's hip with one hand, and gripping the top of the pumpkin with the other.
With one final pitiful whine, Jayce comes, shooting his spend into the cold, slimy embrace of the pumpkin; Viktor's event-turned-experiment.
As predicted, Viktor keeps fucking him, chasing his own release and hot on his heels.
"Fuck, Jayce — so good for me, always so good for me. I- f-fuck!" Viktor pants and groans into his ear, gripping at his crux of his hips so firmly Jayce thinks they might bruise.
It takes a few minutes of getting their breathing regulated and their heartbeats stable before they both burst into incredulous laughter, Viktor wrapping his arms firmly around his midsection.
He slips out with the jostling that follows, and Jayce whines under his breath, feeling his cum begin to steadily leak down the inside of his leg.
"I truly meant for that to last longer." Viktor confesses into his shoulder through a smirk.
"Yeah, well… You weren't the only one." Jayce grins and shrugs sheepishly.
Jayce begins to ease himself out, mildly scandalized at the sight of his waning cock coated in his own cum and pumpkin innards.
"Thank you for indulging me." Viktor smiles, staring longingly at his dick.
"There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Viktor."
"Duly noted." He chuckles. "Round two, shower?" He offers with a quirk of his brow, sliding his hand over his cock and gripping loosely, slowly rolling his foreskin back and forth and spreading the remaining fruit viscera with his palm.
Jayce hisses at the contact on his hyper-sensitive nerves.
"We do have yet to test the new shower bench."
"Exactly."
Jayce sighs and rolls his eyes, pulling his sweatpants back up loosely over his hips.
"Give me like, fifteen minutes." He smirks.
Viktor grins triumphantly and pulls him into a salacious kiss with entirely too much enthusiastic tongue to be anything but debauched.
"Love you." Viktor breathes.
"Always." Jayce replies.