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Jayce's face is probably only as warm as it is because of the wine.
He swishes it around in his glass- shit like this is a weekend affair now, frankly. He wonders how Renata has the budget to even host this many sex parties, anyways, but it's rude to ask about finances and Renata owns most of the Undercity.
He glances over at Viktor, whose head is hanging off of the bench as he gets fucked on either end. He seems happy and Jayce is gonna wait until there's less of a line. It’s not like he doesn't get to fuck Viktor regularly, anyways.
“Not partaking tonight?"
“Waiting," Jayce corrects, vaguely gesturing towards Viktor as Renata takes a seat across from him.
Renata taps metal fingers on her jaw, eyes suddenly alight with interest.
“There are several others here who’ve been eyeing you."
Jayce looks back over at Viktor. The woman who’s fucking his mouth pulls back and hits him, hard. He moans.
“Not my thing."
“You're no monogamist,”
“I’m just not here for anyone else," Jayce says, setting his empty glass down. “Watching is enough."
Renata’s mouth quirks.
“No big sex scandals in the papers, lately," Renata notes. “No pregnancy scares, articles about your eligibility…”
“I got bored," Jayce answers, watching Viktor get flipped and driven into, hard. He groans, like the change in angle is hitting something sore. “I’m focusing on my science."
“Really?" Renata asks, like Jayce is so amusingly transparent.
Viktor's hands scrabble on the bench, sweat sliding down his temples. He looks back at whoever’s having him, eyebrows drawn together so beautifully.
“Why aren't you partaking?"
“I got bored," Renata says, smiling now. “My favorite toy is occupied and the others don't compare."
“Your favorite?" Jayce asks.
“Viktor is quite fun to play with, as you know." Renata answers. “He’s unbreakable and endlessly entertaining."
It sets Jayce's teeth on edge. He doesn't even like knowing what Renata and Viktor get up to in their free time, much less having it waved in front of his face.
He hums. Solicits another wine from a passing server.
Viktor makes a loud, shocked kind of noise. The guy behind him has shoved him down by the back of his neck and he's lost his balance. He kicks out, trying to find his footing.
Renata looks over, briefly. Jayce manages to tear his eyes away.
"The line has thinned out.”
"I’m certain they’ve eroded his patience entirely.”
Jayce downs the rest of his glass.
"Endlessly entertaining,” He says, standing up and adjusting his jacket.
Renata raises her glass to him. He goes.
He waits at the edge with some drunk observers. The guy pounding Viktor is obnoxious, with a hand at the back of his neck and another squeezing his already-bruised hip. Viktor is gritting his teeth through it, head turned to the side.
His eyes find Jayce's. Something fizzles there.
The guy finishes. Viktor shuts his eyes, tight.
There's a pause. People are already distracted and bored with Viktor- Jayce watches him sit up, ginger, and wipe at his face.
"You look bored over here,”
"Hardly,” Viktor says, pushing his sweaty hair back from his face, so much more angular now from the augments splitting it up. “What do you want?"
“Same thing everyone else does, I imagine," Jayce answers, stepping between Viktor's spread legs.
Viktor rolls his eyes. Goes to lie back. Jayce catches him.
“C’mon," He admonishes. “You know me better than that,"
Viktor’s lips quirk before he smashes them against Jayce's.
Jayce slides his hand up the knobs of Viktor's augmented spine, bolts and all. He tangles his fingers in sweaty hair and licks the taste of strangers off Viktor's teeth: dirty and wrecked and so, so good.
Viktor would laugh anyone else off. Maybe rip their face from their skull if they tried anyways.
Jayce fucks with the buckle of his belt for too long and Viktor snaps it in half with metal fingers. There's drunken hooting somewhere.
“Patience," Jayce sighs, like the world has narrowed in on them. “That desperate to have another cock inside you?"
“Eager to be done," Viktor corrects.
Jayce pushes him down. A thick, purple collar clinks against his neck.
From there, its just a matter of unwrapping a condom and spreading shaking, twitching thighs; for Viktor’s bravado, he sure seems fucking tired.
He’s fucked-out and fever-warm and barely seems to feel anything, at least until Jayce bottoms out, where he winces.
“Sore?" Jayce asks, not really caring about the answer.
“Fine," Viktor answers, because he’s far from bothered by the pain. “A-ah- barely feel it, in fact,"
Jayce’s eyelid twitches. He hikes Viktor's leg up and starts fucking him so hard, there's resistance.
Viktor throws his head back, and its a whole show- agonized sounds like Jayce is twisting a knife in him, eyes rolled back into his head. He could probably lie there and take it quietly and Jayce doesn't know for whose benefit he’s howling, but it does make up a little for the snide little comments.
He feels good. Jayce would like to say there's some kind of shame to any of it at this point, but he’s been to enough of these that he doesn't really give a shit. Everyone else has had their turn, anyways.
"Yeah?” He breathes, hand pressed to the center of Viktor's heaving chest. "Nothin’- nothing to say now?”
Viktor's fingers dig into the bench, low, hurt sounds coming from him like he's paid by the minute for it. Renata is watching from a table nearby.
“Yeah-" Jayce pants. “Yeah- that's it. G-good girl, Vik,"
Viktor’s back arches, deeply. Jayce pushes him back down and gets it over with.
“Enjoy the rest of the party," Jayce says, only
a little winded. “Try the wine."
He slaps Viktor's ass before he goes. Viktor's nose wrinkles and it's all business, as always.