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“When did you first start attempting to get my attention?”
His hands came to rest on your legs from where you had them draped over his lap. You both sat on your couch, in your apartment, the sunset just starting to paint colors over Piltover. The soft light came in the window and somehow made him look even more handsome.
You hesitated, sheepish smile on your face, “a little before Progress Day?”
“Ah!” he let his head fall back on the couch, “that was five weeks ago! I am a fool.”
“Well, I was subtle, at first. As I said, I value our friendship and I didn’t want to push past what you were comfortable with. I mean,” a larger smile crept onto your face, “I could have climbed onto your lap in the lab, but I thought that a breach of the trust you’ve put in me by inviting me there.”
His head came back up, a delightful chuckled rumbling in his chest. His gaze slid over to you. “That,” a consideration, “would have worked. But yes, my lab is not the place for such. I appreciate your restraint. However, I feel obligated to point out," he trailed his fingers down your legs, over the soft fabric covering them, "we're not in the lab now."
Your eyebrow ticked up in interest. "No, we certainly are not."
His fingers reached your ankles and then began to slide back up, past your calves, your knees, up your thighs. He let them come to rest just before reaching where they came together. Those eyes stared at you. His hand flexed on your inner thigh and that was it.
Hurried movement. You slid your legs off, stood up, and settled back down, a knee on either side of him. Your weight lowered onto his thighs and you kept an eye on him to see if you needed to adjust.
"Good?"
He nodded. "Perfect," and pulled you the rest of the way to him. Your lips met again and the kiss quickly deepened. Your tongue did the exploring first this time, dipping in, tasting, eliciting a delightful moan from him. His arms tightened around you, one hand at your back, the other in your hair.
Desire. You wanted him. You wanted this. You shifted and could feel a particular part of him hardening beneath you. It caused you to pause, to pull back from the kiss.
"What is it?" he asked, a hand going to your cheek.
"This is, fast, are you sure?"
"Fast? By my estimation this is four weeks and six days overdue. If you calculated the mean, our pace would still be glacial. But if you want to slow-"
"No." You kissed him, "no, this is exactly where I want to be."
"Me too," then he demurred, "I may have, wanted this as well," he chuckled, "as I guess is apparent."
"For how long?"
His gaze dropped away, "I first had the thought when your piece made it into the gallery last year. The party, you wore that dress-"
"And you didn't say anything?"
"Half the people in there noticed you that night. Who was I-"
Your hand grabbed his chin and turned him back to look at you. "Viktor."
"That is my name, yes?"
Sterner words died on your tongue as you stared at those honeyed eyes. You sighed. "I don't know if I would have been ready that night. But the fact that you came made me want to get to know you better."
"And you did, to my delight. But it was never," he paused to try to put the thought into words, "I have had interest in many. It is exceptionally rare that anything progresses. I enjoyed your company for exactly what it was, what it is, what you are, a good friend. I am happy you are in my life." His eyebrow ticked up, "I'm even happier you're sitting on my lap." That evil grin returned, "and as soon as I get these clothes off you, I will be very pleased with you sitting on my cock."
Your jaw dropped open and you just stared at him.
"What? I have upmost faith in my prediction." He pulled you close, his lips to your ear. "Am I wrong?" His hips flexed up, making a point of it. "Please do not think that I am anything other than enthusiastically willing. I want you."
Heat flooded your body, especially lower in your core. His lips found your earlobe, the sensation giving you shivers, then your neck where he offered the softest of bites, followed by a harder one. Your arms flexed around him and he chuckled and did it again.
Two could play at this game. Your lips kissed his pulse point just below his ear, then you, too, pressed teeth to skin until you heard him gasp. You placed a softer kiss on the same spot and then sucked on the skin.
He hummed. "That will leave a mark."
"Yes, it will."
"Above my collar."
"That's the idea."
As you shifted back his lips found your neck again and while you braced for it, he merely kissed the skin lightly. You pulled back to look at him and he smiled. "Well, now you're expecting it. But do not worry, I'll make sure others know where my marks came from."
He pulled you to him, lips once again meeting, warm and needy with the softest "mmh," from him as it deepened. His grip tightened and you suddenly knew, far too much clothing stood between the two of you. Your fingers came up to work at his vest, carefully undoing the clasps, then pushing the vest back to undo the tie and pull it free. The softer fabric drifted past you as you let it go. Then you started on his shirt. Why were there so many buttons!
For his part, he too had begun to work at your vest, a simpler design as you had a little more freedom with your uniform. Though he seemed to run into the same frustration as he worked at your well tailored shirt.
"Damn all of the button makers," he muttered.
You chuckled, but in a moment you both succeeded. Immediately you pushed his shirt open and slipped your arms in and around him. Warm skin on a lithe frame greeted your hands. You pulled him close, feeling the line of your torsos press together and just held there. A satisfied sigh escaped your lips.
"This is nice."
"Mmm, it is. Though, if I may," his hands worked deftly at your bra, unlatching it at the back. You leaned back enough to shrug off your shirt and drag the bra away. As you started to lean back in, his hand on your shoulder stopped you. His eyes began to drift over your form, taking a moment to study you.
You sat a little higher, squared your shoulders and looked down at him with a sense of surety to your gaze. Let him look. His hand rested on your sides, not moving, just observing you as you breathed.
His hand found your cheek, his eyes finally rising back up to meet yours. "There lies at the edge of the unexplainable, an endless sea of wonder."
The smile that hit your face was one you could not contain. "And on that stormy shore, may you find music in the thunder," you finished the verse. "I didn't think you cared for Calera's poetry."
"Ehh, I honestly took her postulation that art answered the questions science could not as a personal challenge, but-"
"Hextech."
He nodded. "I'm beginning to see that magic is more than just power. It raises certain questions."
A thought came, but you violently shoved it aside in your head, knowing where that path would lead. You could show him any other time but right now.
"What is it?"
You pulled a smile on and leaned back in, seeking to make contact, to continue. "Nothing important."
You were almost there when his hand stalled you again. He sighed. "I know that look because I have seen it in the mirror many times. You had a thought."
"It can wait."
"You had a thought about magic and," he eyed you, "art. And if I had to guess, based off the expression you made when it occurred to you, it was a good one."
A grumble that ended up almost a growl came from you. "Viktor."
"Again, that is my name."
"I want to fuck you."
His face lit up. "As I do you, but, ideas can lose their way so easily. If you truly don't want to talk about it, at least go write it down somewhere. Please?"
Another grumble and you got up and stomped out of the room. His voice followed you. "Good scientific practices are equally as beneficial outside of the lab. I promise."
"I promise you're going to pay for this."
"Oh, well, I sincerely hope so."
You pulled out the sketchbook, made the note, fighting hard to not look at the rest of it and shoved it back into the pile of them beside your bed. Then you sat there a moment and another idea came. Quick fingers worked at your pants and socks.
A moment later.
"Viktor?"
"You do enjoy using my name, perhaps I should start charging per-" he stepped into the bedroom and paused, eyes going to your naked form laying as seductively as you possibly could on the bed. "Upon further assessment, I shall wave the charges at this time," he mumbled.
For your sake, seeing him standing there, hand lightly on his cane, vest and shirt open, long line of his torso delightfully exposed, you summoned all of your attention so that you could cement it into your memory. At the same time, something in your core tightened, breath shortened, and your heart beat hard in your chest.
With precise movements he set his cane against the bed and removed his vest first. Then his shirt, setting it neatly aside. He had to sit to remove his socks, but he stood again, fingers working at his pants. You found yourself holding your breath as he let them fall and stepped out of them, his underwear too, your curiosity peaked at his meticulous pace.
He paused there, giving you time to look over his lean body. Long lines, muscle stretched over ligament and bone, sharper angles. His cock stood at attention, a good length, wrapped in soft foreskin. He was pale and warm and beautiful.
He kneeled on the bed and more heat pooled at the meeting of your thighs. He studied you, taking in every detail, then lowered to kiss your ankles, your shins, your knees, the insides of your thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him.
He came to a stop just above the part of you that reverberated with your heartbeat. He glanced up, waiting, checking in. You gave a small nod and that smile returned.
He brought a hand up, played through your curls then found the line of you and parted them, exploring. A soft sigh escaped you at his gentle touch. It wasn't nearly enough, but you had patience and trust.
A chuckle came from him as his finger went deeper, finding the heat and moisture eagerly building in you. You heard his voice, barely above a whisper, "this is because of me."
"Damn straight it is, Ah-" your head fell back as he sunk a finger into you. When he pulled it out he added a second, pushing his fingers in again, drawing a moan from you. For a few moments he set a slow pace. For your part you just laid there and enjoyed the feel of him as he explored, adjusting the positioning and angle of those fingers. He crooked them just right, sending your hands out to grip the sheets.
"Ah, there it is."
You chuckled. "Having fun?"
"Immensely." And that's when his mouth found your clit, licking softly, then sucking, causing your hips to jerk and your hands to grab the sheets even tighter.
"Viktor."
"That's four," his warm breath fanned against your most sensitive part. "Let's see what number we reach today."
He added a third finger and returned his attention to your clit. Pleasure began to build in earnest, drawing your open mouthed breaths shorter, faster. And damn was he observant, noticing where you reacted more strongly and following your gasps, moans, and twitches down the path of your growing pleasure.
You released the sheet with one hand to reach down, wrap your fingers in his hair. In one particularly good moment you tensed, squeezing, gripping his hair tight and his whole body shuddered, temporarily stalling his movements. It gave you a moment to breathe and he chuckled.
"Apologies."
"See that it doesn't," a gasp for breath, "happen again."
You couldn't see his reaction to your words, but you felt them. The hand gripping you, holding him steady, tightened. His focus returned, his movements sped, and 30 seconds later a wave of pleasure washed up over your body. Your legs shook, your hands tightened, your head dropped further back as his name fell from your lips again, with an added "oh gods" thrown in.
Once your body stilled and you could breathe and sort of think again, you managed to look down at his smug face and those golden eyes.
"That's five." He began to kiss his way up your body- abdomen, bellybutton, stomach, sternum. He stalled at your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn, bringing them to even stiffer peaks, giving small nips that made you tense and your core clench, heat eagerly returning.
Next your collarbone and your neck. He reached briefly to feel his own, studied yours, and descended, lips wrapping wide, sucking hard, adding teeth to the mix.
You chuckled.
"Now we will match," he said.
You reached up to cup his face. "Good, I like that."
For the briefest of moments you saw uncertainty cross his features.
"I'm not just enjoying this because it feels good. I'm enjoying this because it's you."
A blush crept up his cheeks, his eyes drifting away. His hand found yours and he brought it up to his lips to kiss each finger.
A new warmth flooded your chest, squeezed your heart, softened your eyes, emotion gathering behind them. "Viktor," his name came so gently.
"Six," he whispered.
His lips met yours in a kiss you felt through your whole body. It deepend because it could do no other thing and he took the moment to settle in above you, arms on either side, knees and thighs nestled in between yours. He lowered, rubbing his cock along the line of you.
You both moaned in unison, then chuckled and then he did it again and your hands gripped his arms, wanting something of him to hold onto. You pushed your hips up, almost catching him in the right place on his next pass.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Yes! Gods yes! You wanted to yell to the room. Instead, you simply nodded.
He balanced, reached down, pulled back a little on his foreskin and lined himself up. Then those eyes came back up, settled on your own, and he began to push in.
Slow, steady, occasionally pulling out a little to push back in, he gave you time to adjust to his size, which was delightful - the drag along your walls, the slight stretch, the warmth, the solid surety of 'him.'
He let out a groan as his hips met yours and let his head drop down, his cheek pressed close. You could feel him working to control his breathing. "You feel," a breath, "amazing."
"So do you."
He hummed, a happiness to his tone, and began to pull back out. But not all the way, enough to just catch at your entrance. A smoother, more steady, more sure push back in, followed, accompanied by a moan from both of you.
He chuckled. "Four weeks, six days, I will have to make up for it."
You caught his cheek, stalling him a moment. "It really is alright. Those were preliminary calculations. Right now is the perfect time."
The deep pinks and purples of the sunset streamed in the bedroom window, shading everything in the vivid colors. He looked down at you, while fully buried in you, and nodded. "Yes. It is."
You brought him down to kiss you. The desire, the need in that kiss made you wonder how such a small action could feel like it spanned the continent. How could holding this man tight to you feel like the construction of Piltover all over again. If you were honest, it scared you a little bit, the intensity in those eyes, almost as much as knowing you held the same in yours.
You gripped tighter, if it was possible. “Viktor.”
This time, instead of giving the count, which was seven, you remembered, he whispered your name, the lilt of it in his accent buried it deep inside of you, down into your core, as deep as Zaun, or possibly more.
His pace picked up, his own pleasure beginning to drive his actions. It certainly worked to bring yours back to the forefront. With each rock back in he hit a part of you that sent flashes of pleasure up and through you. It, he, became the only thing to exist. The hurried taste of his lips, his breath against your neck as he pulled you close, the heat and sweat of his skin, his little moans and attempts to hold on.
You reached up along his neck, into his hair, and gripped tight. He gasped, his head going back. His pace stuttered a moment, and he sped even more. Hard fought for strength and focused determination held him right where he wanted to be, centered in a want made real, forced to bend to his will in the moment. His breaths began to shorten and you reached down, between your bodies, trying to time your own pleasure to his.
“Yes,” he panted, his eyes hazy and dilated and yet somehow bright and filled with joy, “yes, please, I want to feel you.”
Your finger found your clit and began to circle. You knew your body. And with the overwhelming feeling of him moving quick, hitting deep, drawing your own breath down to gasps, your orgasm rose up and crashed over you. “Viktor!” you yelled his name to the room. You weren't’ sure if it was that, or the pulses of your orgasm, but his rhythm stuttered and he buried himself deep, stalling, pressing as close as was physically possible to you, a yell of his own echoing in the room.
You both lay there a moment, desperately trying to regain your breath, no other thought but the ocean of satisfaction washing around and through you in soft waves. You actually weren’t sure how long it lasted, that forever moment where you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.
The first thing you heard that began to bring you back down to reality, was a soft, “eight.”
You chuckled, but he groaned. A worried hand came to his cheek, as he pushed himself up enough to look down at you. He huffed, that slight pained look coming to his face again as he tried to stretch. “I will pay for that.” He offered a weak smile. “Next time, you are on top.”
“Next time?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
He brought his hand to your cheek, traced his thumb along it. “I certainly hope so.”
You purposefully pondered it. Then nodded. “I believe there is a high probability.”
“High proba- you yelled my name to the room.”
You shrugged, “not the first time, just the first time you were here to hear it.”
His brows furrowed and then lifted as high as they could go. That evil smile returned, he traced your cheek again, “talk like that and I will be ready to go again in,” he stretched slightly and his breath hitched, “30 minutes, give me 30 minutes.” He pushed up enough to fully break the line of skin. Sweat gave way and a cool rush of air washed over you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He rolled over onto his back and lay there another moment. Your hand found his at his side and he happily interlaced his fingers with yours.
“That was wonderful. Thank you,” he said, his voice still breathy.
“It was. Thank you for coming back to my apartment.”
“Thank you for inviting me.”
You glanced over at him, the smile on your face matching his. “Come on,” you nudged his shoulder, “let’s shower.”
“I think that’s the second best idea you’ve had all day.”
You eyed him, and then added, “after the sex-”
“Yes, of course, after the sex. And,” he sat up and had to retrieve his cane from where it had fallen to the floor, “after the shower, you are going to show me that idea of yours.”
You offered him your arm in an overly formal gesture seeing as you both were still naked. “I think that can be arranged.”
He smiled, and happily slid his arm into yours. He leaned in to kiss your cheek and whispered, “eight, not bad.”
“Does that reset now or at the end of the night? And if so, is it when we go to sleep or at midnight?”
“You know, I haven’t decided yet.”