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Wandering stares are nothing new to Jayce. It seems everyone is aware of it besides the man himself. But attraction is not the only thing that falls upon him each time Viktor is out with him. Sometimes, he’s the subject of the wondrous, wide-eyed, gummy smiles of chubby-cheeked babies who love to reach out and wave to him. 

Viktor never had a particularly strong love or hate for children. 

Despite being in and out of different homes from an early age, he still never had much of a chance to build adversaries. He kept to himself, and took care of other children who couldn’t themselves. There was always a sort of fondness that inflamed him when the trust of another found him, but he never attributed to a desire for fatherhood. 

At most, possibly siblings. It was never a debilitating thought process. 

Unfortunately, he has fallen in love with, and married, Jayce Talis, a man so good with children that he has to hide the welling tears in his eyes after every extended interaction with them. It was only a small habit at the start of their relationship–Jayce laughing and swinging Viktor’s hand after a well timed wave towards swaddled little things, pointing to cute baby shoes.
Standard behavior, really. 

It isn’t as if they’ve never discussed children. Viktor has always been open to the idea, but being with Jayce as they get older makes him wonder. Has he been open, or has he never allowed himself to delight in the idea of it?

Cait and Vi are relatively new parents. 

In fact, it’s the eve of their son’s third birthday, and Jayce is painstakingly wrapping a box of big legos to set alongside various other gifts that reasonably, no three year old will need. He recalls standing in the toy section of the grocery store, because Viktor refused to pay more for the same thing at a specialty store, and softly guiding Jayce away from the small legos. 

“A choking hazard wouldn’t be much of a gift, yes?” Viktor had asked with a quirk of his brow. Jayce had already raided boutiques in the area for clothes, despite Viktor’s insistence that a toddler never needed a $75 cashmere beanie. It was a day-long outing, but something sticks with him. Something that he can’t shake even as Jayce rambles about the difficulties of gift wrap. 

When the two walk into the shop, an eager Jayce drags his husband straight to the toddler clothes with one of the cheesiest smiles Viktor has been blessed with in his lifetime. “They said that Alain has been enjoying a lot of tigers lately,” he says, surveying some bookshelves loaded with colorful children’s stories and coloring books. 

Viktor smiles and is unable to wipe it off, to quit peeking over at his husband. Jayce, in the blink of an eye, smashes his lips to Viktor’s cheek. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Darling. Why wouldn’t I have?”

Jayce blushes and scratches his cheek, bashful as if he’s never had Viktor’s dick down his throat. “I get… really excited shopping for kids. I don’t want to embarrass you by getting over excited, is all.”

Viktor scoffs and leans into Jayce’s space. “As if that isn’t part of why I married you in the first place. Get as excited as you want. He’s our nephew.”

And Jayce’s eyes widen, ever endearing, like he’s only just processing the mutuality of their shared futures. Behind the bookshelf is a shelf of jackets and sweaters, and Viktor feels up the sleeve of a soft woolen one. “Yeah. Yeah, he is. Just overthinking.” 

“About what, miláčku?”

“Just… being a person, I guess,” Jayce chuckles, lifting a hanger off the curtain and running his fingers over the sweater’s delicate, thin embroidered butterflies. “Do you think if we had a kid, this would be cute?” 

Viktor blanches and stutters, and he’s consciously aware of how much he has to school his expression of adoration and bafflement. There’s simply no other way to put it. 

“Don’t ask silly questions. If we had a child, it’d be cute even in a trash bag.”

“Vik!”

So, no. Viktor hasn’t stopped rotating the idea in his mind since their shopping spree. Jayce has planted another seed in his garden in Viktor’s head. What’s one more? 

If. If. 

Seeing Jayce so eager just to wrap this little toddler’s gift is sending him into a spiral. 

“I can’t fucking wrap this,” Jayce complains, sitting back against the couch and burying his face in his hands. Viktor shakes his head which gets him blushing. “I know, I know what you’re gonna say…”

“Which is…?” He fixes Jayce with a raised brow, wondering why his lovely husband didn’t just, possibly, purchase a gift bag. 

“That it would have been easier to use a bag,” he grumbles, pout slipping onto his soft mouth. “I just wanted to show him I’m putting a bit more effort into it.”

Viktor coos and leans forward onto a knee, tilting his head at Jayce. He is always so, so committed. “I was going to offer help.”

It’s Jayce’s turn to doubt things. “I know you better than that, baby,” he says, climbing onto his knees, rug brushing his knees and giving Viktor an easy kiss. “Will you help me finish this?” 

“How can I say no?” 

Jayce being a favorite of the children at the party was inevitable. Viktor is sat on the porch swing, one hand wrapped around the stem of a wine glass and the other on his lap, while the other man crawls around in the yard carrying three separate toddlers on his back. 

The sun is setting. All he wants to do is get Jayce pregnant. One couldn’t fault Viktor for it. If anything, he should be faulted for it taking so long to click. 

“So…” Caitlyn begins, startling Viktor from behind. Her smile is kind, but he’s never particularly taken a fancy to her . “When’s your guys’ turn?” 

Viktor flushes, cursed forever with a blush so visible that if it weren’t autumn, would convince anyone he’s sunburnt. “I—what do you mean?” 

She settles beside him on the swing, covering her pleased smile with a hand as Vi joins the thrall of toddlers. Isha is dangling off of one of her impressive arms, and Jayce has fallen onto the dirt as he’s crawled over like a jungle gym. 

His arms are flailing and his laugh echoes through the yard like bells. 

“Just look at you, looking at him.” 

Viktor stares away shyly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Caitlyn nods, raising her shoulders. “I know he wouldn’t have an issue with it,” she chuckles. “Far from it.” 

It’s easier to give in out of Jayce’s earshot. He twiddles with the handle of his ornate cane with a sigh. “I don’t know if it’s the right time.” 

Of course she rolls her eyes. “Rarely is it ever the right time. Count your blessings. You two don’t have to do any sort of treatment for a baby. What does it hurt to ask?” 

There is something to be said about her words, yes. Jayce is only on birth control. This is something the two have been reminded of time and time again, after months of in and outs with Cait and Vi’s IVF process, being some of the few to accompany them. 

I don’t want a child to grow up the way I did. 

What if no matter how much I try, I can’t get it right? 

Viktor shakes his head. He imagines a little girl, one with both of their minds, but Jayce’s downturned, big eyes and pouty mouth. Viktor’s unkempt, shaggy layers of hair. She’s wandering the streets, frightened in search of her fathers. Her leg is aching. She calls for someone, anyone. He buries his face in his hands and repeats the shake. “I suppose we’ll have to see…”

Science is different. There is room for error. Tests upon tests, and the building towards perfection. Kids are different. One mistake, and it can all come crashing down.

Caitlyn shares a sympathetic stare, and nods up to an approaching, dirty and scratched up Jayce. He jogs over, stumbling to the grill with Vi as the children follow the two like Jesus’s disciples. 

“Just think on it,” she soothes, leaving Viktor in favor of answering Vi’s desperate call for her. “You’ll be happy you did.”

”Enough,” Viktor sighs and shapes up. As if he hasn’t been thinking on it. He can think later. Jayce is wearing a tight, tight tee and seasoning steak with Vander and Vi. 

Well. 

Jayce is lifting Alain and handing him some of the seasoning, guiding him into shaking a reasonable amount of garlic powder and pulling him away with a shout when he nearly begins piling it on. “That’s enough, man!”

“But I—“

“If you put anymore, it won’t taste very great. And you don’t want your birthday dinner to be ruined, right?”

All of the thoughts are washed away, suddenly. Jayce would not allow anything bad to happen to their child, would he? Before Viktor’s even aware of it, he’s up and at Jayce’s side. 

“Need some help?”

Jayce lights up as he always does when Viktor surprises him. He very nearly drops the new bottle of seasoning onto the ground. “Viki!” Jayce calls happily, kissing him on the cheek and nosing at it. As if on cue, Alain wriggles out of Jayce’s arms.

The boy is growing old enough to gag at any display of affection he witnesses, and joins his gaggle of friends as they watch the men at the grill. It’s quite a lot for Viktor, but his heart clenches at the sight of it.

At the introduction of more adults into the mix, Alain leads his friends into the yard with a large stick he picks up, accidentally whacking Viktor forward. “Alain!” Jayce and Vi scold in unison.

It probably hurts Jayce more than it hurts him, suddenly balanced by big hands on his waist. “You alright, V?”

“Being pushed around by a kid is nothing, Jayce.”

Vander nudges Jayce’s back. “I can handle this, kid. Take a break! You’re half the reason these parents are going to get some damn sleep tonight.”

“And wash up,” Viktor complains, pushing Jayce’s hands off of him. ”You’re all gross. And you were going to man a grill in this state?”

Jayce blushes down to his shoulders and trails behind Viktor to the bathroom. As the empty hallway welcomes them, they rush inside and Viktor can’t resist—he shoves Jayce against the door and presses their lips together. 

It sickens him how quick the paternal instinct has hit him so suddenly, so jarringly. Jayce smiles a lovely crooked grin, as if Viktor has just kissed him for the first time. His tongue breaches the soft opening of his lips. He feels so hungry.  

“I’m going to season more meats if it’ll make you kiss me like that again,” he gasps. 

“It’s not the fucking meat, Jayce…”

Viktor blanches, slip of the tongue forcing him to search for a response. 

“Oh?” He asks, nosing at Viktor’s cheek. “What, then? Was I hot when I was preparing the meat, anyway?”

“What a question,” he scoffs, dipping a finger beneath the sleeve of Jayce’s white tee. “You… are the only man who could look like this and ask if you’re hot. This being a children’s party is preventing many things.”

“What’s got you so worked up, V?” he asks, dangling his wrists on his shoulders to not dirty Viktor’s beige sweater. “You were thinking so much. I could tell.” 

“You are very good with… people.” 

Jayce pauses, stares, and nods. “People?” 

It remains unsaid between the two, and Viktor feels as if he’s ruined it all. One would imagine that after marriage, the fear of a further move would dissipate. They already promised forever. The physical embodiment of that forever is terrifying. 

“Yes. Eh… people. It feels good to watch you.” 

Jayce always looks at him so lovingly, but Viktor can see the confusion infecting him. Guilt consumes him alive. Viktor sighs and leans onto his husband’s chest. “You’re good with the kids.”

“Oh. Oh!” he giggles, elated, eyes crinkling at the corners like he’s been given a treat. “You… you like seeing me with kids?” 

“Yes. God, Jayce, yes,” he says, surging once more into a heavy kiss where they meet in the middle. Jayce scratches his hair and smiles with his cute, crooked teeth. 

“We better get out,” he whispers, and runs the sink quietly, lathering his hands and rinsing. “Kids have to eat. Ugh. I have to eat. I’m so hungry. Are you hungry?” 

Viktor needs him in a way that defies the limits of human desire.

“Jayce,” Viktor moans— “Drahý!”

Stars burst behind Jayce’s eyes as he rocks himself down onto Viktor’s thick cock. With the older man’s fingers between his lips, breaching his throat, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. “I love you,” he whines, embarrassingly muffled between the digits. “So much, oh my God— harder—“

Jayce mourns the loss of Viktor’s fingers for only a moment. He delights in the way they instead make their way to spread his ass open, one of them suddenly dipping, pressing against his asshole. “Viktor…” he sobs. 

Considering how much standing Viktor had done at the birthday party, Jayce had shoved him down onto their bed almost as soon as they arrived at home, only waiting to set the keys on the table before dragging him into a sloppy kiss. 

They repeat the performance—Viktor surging up to bring his lips to Jayce’s, catching the moan when he finally fills Jayce’s ass in his mouth, swallowing it down with the spit sweetened by strawberry cake. Jayce’s cunt is leaking, responding to the disgustingly precise and perfect way Viktor fills him.

“You’re such a good puppy,” he says, cupping Jayce’s cheek in his free hand, stroking the scar on his chin. “Looked so handsome today…”

Jayce cries out and arches his back at the praise. His t-shirt is still hiked up to his collarbones, revealing all of the old and new bruises Viktor has left all over his tits. Somehow, the shirt makes him feel more naked. “Thank you, sir.”

Viktor hums satisfactorily and pulls his hand from Jayce’s face, throwing a hard smack! at his ass. It jostles the finger inside of him, and he whimpers against Viktor’s cheek. It smarts. Bad. So good. 

Nobody could expect that he’d such a throttling blow, but Jayce is the only one who gets that privilege. “ Mine.” His hands are settled on the pillow beside Viktor’s head, trembling at the weight of his cock deep inside. “All mine. My sir. Nobody else.”

“Nobody, milačku— prettier than anything, fuck, I’ve ever seen.”

He can’t stop thinking about Viktor’s words earlier. Was it a passing sentiment? Does he—does he it the way Jayce does? “Breed me,” he sobs, dumping his full weight onto Viktor for a moment before fucking back down against him. “Pleaseplease please!”

Viktor grits his teeth and bites at the arch of Jayce’s throat, speeding his thrusts where when his cock is bottomed out in that tight cunt, his finger is pulling out. He’s gentle with Jayce’s ass still, but he’s certain the man wouldn’t complain. 

“ Oh my God. Yes, puppy, I’ll breed you. I’ll make you all mine. Even more.” 

“Thank you—“

“You would be, fuck, breathtaking. You are,” he swears, pushing his husband up and pulling his finger out. Jayce smacks the pillow at the emptiness, but when his hand that wasn’t in his ass swipes at his clit, and the other splays upon his stomach, the release is irresistible. “Want me to knock you up?” 

“You can’t— say those things,” he sobs, burying his nose into Viktor’s neck to hide the no doubt embarrassing state of his face. It’s so hard to control himself, the way Viktor’s lighting fireworks in his mind with his words, his cock, god, his cock, his hands! 

Viktor’s skilled fingers are stroking along where Jayce is split open, stretched far too wide on his cock and clit too sensitive. Jayce suddenly tenses, and he feels it, he knows it’s coming. 

“Why not? You’d be so pretty,” Viktor says, like a promise. “Making the ultimate image of us.”

Jayce shouts as he feels his orgasm course through him, bringing a shock to his entire body as he squirts onto Viktor’s lap. Viktor rubs him through it, swearing in his mother tongue as he takes in the image of the man writhing on his dick so eagerly. 

“ Viki, sir, oh my God,“ he says, clit overstimulated, barreling him into another orgasm immediately after the first. In a fit of sudden audacity, Viktor turns so that they’re on their sides. He lifts Jayce’s higher thigh and wraps it around his waist, avoiding their bad legs. 

In a passing thought, Viktor believes some sort of divine interference has made it so that their bad legs are on opposite sides, making it easier for him to plow into his melting, pliant husband. He cries so beautifully. “I’m gonna cum, puppy—“

“Yes! Please, please, baby,” Jayce says, useless and unable to do more than virtually drooling into Viktor’s mouth. “Breed me…”

It’s those two words that have Viktor burying himself so deep inside of Jayce that he can’t tell where he begins and ends, and spilling himself balls deep inside of his wet, inviting pussy. “ Yes, Jayce. Good. Good boy.”

Viktor rubs Jayce’s thigh as he shakes through the aftershocks, as if he can feel Viktor’s climax through himself. “I love you,” they gasp as they kiss. Jayce clings to Viktor’s back, cautious despite his desire to fuse into him through their mouths. 

“There,” Viktor soothes, kissing Jayce’s standard post-sex tears off his cheeks. It isn’t a thing caused by pain, just the overwhelming love in his heart for Viktor. It’s easy for Jayce to admit that he has never been so treasured by another person. “So perfect. All for me. I got so lucky with you.” 

Jayce rolls over with Viktor still inside so that he can lay on Jayce’s chest. Idly, he hums, skating his fingers down the arms of the beloved man atop of him. Viktor presses kisses to his cheek, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“Viktor,” he sighs, toeing over the line of sleep. 

“Sweetheart. Do you want to clean up?” 

Jayce snuggles closer to him and shakes his head. His mind is full of irreversible images of a baby between them. “Wanna be next to you. That’s all.” 

It’s a general rule that Viktor and Jayce are both early risers, unable to fight the pull of their work that calls upon them. Still, the sex had knocked the two out, with Jayce waking at 8:13 with Viktor’s dick having slipped out, probably early in the night. 

Viktor was still groggy with sleep when Jayce made his way to the bathroom, so after he takes care of his usual business, Jayce begins to brush his teeth and admire the marks on his body, turning to see his back scratched up with great satisfaction. 

As his mouth foams, his eyes catch on his packet of birth control. Reminding himself of Viktor’s words the night before. He can’t stop thinking of it. 

Was it just a kink for him? Getting Jayce pregnant, starting a family with him? After all their time together? He spits into the sink and rinses his mouth, swishing the water with his cheeks reddening as he picks up the packet. 

He spits into the sink and wonders. It isn’t as if he would without notifying Viktor, but he imagines tossing them into the trash. It’s so reckless. His doctor told him that it should be safe to stop if he wished…

The idea of it being solely a kink for Viktor makes Jayce sick. Ill with fear, and plagued with the devastation he’d be confronted with if he weren’t taken seriously. It makes Jayce want to cry. 

“Good morning,” his voice calls, making Jayce jump and drop the packet onto the counter. Viktor kisses Jayce’s shoulder and peers up at him with an almost shy smile. “How’d you sleep?”

Jayce leans onto him and nods. “You know how I sleep when you fuck me like that.” 

“Mm? Like what?” 

Jayce blushes and turns away. “Like you…”

Viktor squeezes his stomach from behind his back, nosing at his neck. 

“Like you wanted to get me pregnant,” Jayce admits. Viktor hums, and he knows he’s surprised. “It just—felt really good. Thought we were gonna fuse together, honestly.” 

“Adorable,” Viktor says, bringing his fingers together on Jayce’s stomach. “I wouldn’t mind it. Fusing together.” 

Jayce blanches at the wordage. Having a kid would be like fusing. He can convince him. He can. But a kid is so permanent, he says, feeling silly when he remembers the ring on his left hand. “Yeah?” 

Viktor sighs and dips a hand lower, brushing over the hair on Jayce’s pussy. “ Hm. Yeah,” he laughs. Jayce arches into the touch and rocks his hips back. He feels insatiable. 

It still refuses to escape Jayce. 

They wanted to go to lunch, and a baby smiled and waved at Viktor.

At a dinner party Mel had hosted, the two had been asked about family planning. Instead of a “we aren’t ready,” Viktor simply replied with their hands on each other’s backs, “we’ll have to discuss it further. It could be in the cards. Maybe so, maybe not.” 

Most nights, he finds himself on Google hunting for various parenthood related subjects. behindthename.com. pregnancy with knee injury? trans male pregnancy. czech baby names. spanish baby names. how to name baby. best college funds.

If it’s some sort of joke, Jayce will file for divorce. If it’s some sort of joke, Viktor must be the cruelest man in existence. 

Realistically, Jayce knows Viktor better than that. That’s not something he would pull on him. But being rendered desperate to have Viktor’s child, their child, scares him. How is he meant to bring this up to him? 

It’s so binding. What if Viktor believes he’s shackling him down with a baby? 

Everything comes apart in the pharmacy section of the grocery store on their weekly restock run. While Viktor is perusing the shelves for his shampoo, having run out of it before his conditioner, Jayce’s eye is caught by the stupid, stupid family planning section at the closer end of the aisle. He’s so pathetic.

Viktor notices his eyes watering and taps Jayce’s shoulder. 

“Hm?” he asks, facing the floor instead of meeting Viktor’s eyes and crossing his arms. 

“ Lásko , what’s wrong?“ Viktor wonders with a soft caress of Jayce’s arm. Jayce sniffles and pushes his tears back into his eyes. 

“It’s nothing. Really, Vik.”

Viktor raises his eyebrows, ever unconvinced. “You act like I’m stupid. As if we haven’t been married for four years. You don’t have to tell me, but… I don’t want you to be upset and for me to be able to help.”

“The only way you can help is having a baby with me!” Jayce whispers, blushing to his ears. His mother did always joke about that part of him. 

Viktor stares at him with unreadable eyes. 

“Are… are you serious?”

Jayce stutters and shakes his head at seemingly being rejected. “I—I mean, we don’t—I just—“

Viktor shoves Jayce against the shelves and embraces him. It’s the fusing again. His arms are so firm around Jayce’s waist that it feels like they will become each other in this shampoo and hair aisle. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks with a flush, pulling back at the sound of footsteps in the aisle. He’s smiling. God, he’s smiling. “I’ve been… hinting at it. I thought I was very overt. Too overt.”

Jayce is unable to speak for another reason. A better one. “You mean—I could just have asked?”

“I meant what I said. When we were,” he whispers, wary of their publicity, “having sex that night, after Alain’s birthday.”

Jayce cups Viktor’s cheeks. He feels delirious. “I thought… I thought you just had a breeding kink. I mean, we’ve done that before.” Viktor’s hands join Jayce’s easily. 

“Well, yes, I suppose,” Viktor sighs, tilting his head. “I only realized recently. I think it’s a good step. You’re trouble, but there’s nothing more I would want than a second Jayce running around.” 

Jayce is too stunned to say a single word. “I—I need a little Viktor.” He doesn’t want to start crying in the store, but he imagines having the opportunity to give an extension of Viktor everything his husband never got to experience as a little boy. “Oh my God. You’re serious.”

“Well, yes. But we do have to discuss more. Your leg, your birth control…”

“My doctor said I’m able to stop whenever we start doing, ah, family planning—“

“ Ah, family,” Viktor sighs with a shaky laugh, pressing his fingers to his forehead. “Let’s go check out. We can have more of this conversation at home? In private?” 

It takes a moment for the implication to hit him, and he nods like a bumbling idiot. 

“When are you going to stop taking—“

“Tomorrow,” Jayce promises as soon as they’re stepping into the door, dropping bags on the floor and making out like messy teenagers. “I want it as soon as possible.”

The two fall onto the couch in an easy, simple rhythm. “Yes, but be considerate of your limits. Pregnancy will most definitely be hard on your leg.”

Jayce nods in acknowledgment, just eager for it to happen. “You should see my search history,” he says, lying back on the couch and pulling Viktor on top of him. “I know everything. I’m willing to risk it.” 

“And I’m willing to take care of you,” Viktor says, smoothing down the front of Jayce’s hoodie. “I’m intrigued by this search history, now. Review later?” 

“Okay,” Jayce says, emboldened by Viktor’s approval. He bites Viktor’s lip. It feels as if his teeth were made to bury themselves into their softness, gap fitting perfectly into the split of his lips that are only now starting to soften from spring. “We should—bed—“

“Hm, take me?”

“Let me carry you?”

Viktor huffs. “Your knee.”

Before he can protest further, Jayce’s hands cup his ass and lift him off the couch. “Worth it,” he says, wincing as he does so.

It’s due to years of commitment that Viktor has come to enjoy being carried by Jayce. The man has never viewed him as helpless. 

As his husband lifts him into his arms and kisses down his neck, he’s reminded that his time in the air comes from Jayce’s love. A joint force that opposes gravity, collaborating with the other man and carrying him through where he must go. 

Viktor wraps his legs around Jayce, who stumbles embarrassingly to the bedroom. “Jayce, I told you, you shouldn’t—“

“If a baby would be bad on my knee, what’s wrong with some practice?”

Jayce deposits Viktor into their bed, the soft down squishing beneath as he’s crowded into it by his husband. “I say… I am not as light as a baby,” the older man says, sucking on Jayce’s throat above him. 

Jayce hums with an absent nod, cautious about his weight in Viktor’s lap, yet unable to control himself from rocking down against him. His cock is hardening beneath him easily, as if they didn’t have sex just yesterday. 

There has never been a moment where Jayce hasn’t been able to set Viktor off like a firecracker. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he gasps, sitting up and running his palms down Viktor’s chest. “‘m gonna have your baby.” 

“Off,” Viktor says, shoving Jayce’s thin sweatshirt up, pinching his nipples as said man throws it across the room. He whimpers at the cold touch on the scars beneath his chest. Viktor rocks his hips, and uses Jayce’s momentary distraction to push him sideways, then onto his back. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful, Jayce.”

His name from Viktor’s lips is even more precious than his pet names. Jayce’s legs fall open and Viktor takes his rightful place between them, the one lover that had become champion of his beloved’s body, his mind, his soul. Everything he may be. 

“Vik—our braces—“

The moment is paused with a bothered groan from the two of them at their forgetfulness. They mourn the loss of each other’s body heat as they sit side by side, unscrewing the matching red, black, and gold frames of their aids. Viktor, with his additional years of experience, finishes and sets it beside the bed before Jayce and grabs his thigh. 

Jayce hums and tries to be still as Viktor undoes the last of it, lifting a hand to rest on his shoulder. At last, the final mechanism pops, and Viktor sets in on Jayce’s bedside similar to his own, kissing him on the cheek and pushing him once more into the pillows. 

“Better,” Viktor says, finding an advantage in Jayce’s spread legs, kissing down Jayce’s neck. They’re still dreadfully clothed, the two of them, and it’s a personal offense to him. 

Impatient and desperate, Viktor shoves Jayce’s red hoodie up his chest and throws it onto the desk chair haphazardly. Jayce squeezes his shoulders as he feels lips descend upon the scars beneath his chest, sensitive like its an electric touch. 

Above that, Viktor then swirls his tongue around the sensitive peak of his nipple. “Viktor,” he whines, hips bucking against the hardening cock in said man’s trousers. “Oh my God, fuck me—“

“With time, my love,” is his response. He always has loved to bring Jayce to the brink of desperation. It’s always so damn easy. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

And then Viktor is slipping down to nose at the trail of hair leading down to Jayce’s cunt, dreadfully hidden. He tugs them down with his underwear, mouth wet at just the revealing of it, nearly ripping his own pants down as well. As patient as he wants Jayce to be, he finds himself unable to resist diving for it. 

Jayce throws his head back into the pillow as he feels the wet press of Viktor’s tongue to his pussy, wrapping around his cock and inhaling. His fingers tangle into his hair, grip maddening so soon, just the way Viktor loves. 

Viktor is moaning as he swallows down Jayce’s slick, golden eyes meeting Jayce’s from his place below. It’s impossible to maintain the contact, and Jayce averts his eyes to the ceiling bashfully, already unable to keep his sounds to himself. 

“You always taste so good,” he gasps, burying the fingers of his right hand into Jayce’s thigh, digging into the fading bruises from previous nights. Proof of himself. 

Jayce giggles, fucking giggles, at the praise, at the new marks Viktor creates on top of the old ones. At Viktor filling him with two fingers off the bat suddenly, crooking upward and sending a shock through his entire being. “You’re so—you’re so beautiful,” he babbles, never having been particularly quiet in bed. “Make me feel so good, the best, nnh!” 

Viktor hums and spits onto Jayce’s cunt, sucks his clit back between his lips. It feels so dirty. If Viktor hadn’t seen him at his worst, he’d be ashamed, but it’d be a further crime to feel guilty about the pleasure he’s brought by the man. 

Guilty pleasure; Jayce can easily say that it hasn’t been guilty since the early days. 

Viktor’s humming against him and fucking Jayce quickly on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as he brings him further to the edge of something beautiful. 

“ Ahn, I love you, Vik— “

“Cum for me, Jayce, won’t you?” he asks, using his other hand now to stroke his sensitive cock. Jayce nods, eyes shooting downward to his beloved husband before they roll back. His body seizes with the workings of his first orgasm of the night, and he shouts, loud and shaky, thighs tightening around Viktor’s ears. 

Distantly, he registers himself squirting into Viktor’s mouth before he comes down. “Vik, Viki,” he gasps, raising himself onto his elbows and grinding down onto Viktor’s face through to the end. “Oh my god.”

Viktor laughs and licks up the remnants of Jayce’s squirt from his pussy, and said man throws his head back as his legs twitch from the overstimulation. 

“It’s Viktor, actually. Sir, even, if you’d like.”

Jayce flops onto his back, laughing into his hands and faltering as Viktor removes his fingers. “You are… far too good at that…”

Viktor’s smile is coy as he allows himself to sit up, running his hands up and down Jayce’s stomach as he recovers. “With something as pretty as you, it’s hard not to perfect the technique. You taste so good,” he whispers.

Before Viktor can beat him to the taking, Jayce messily kisses him, unable to resist the allure of it all. “Messy boy,” he chides, and Jayce fucking whimpers, knocking them onto their sides clumsily. “Can’t even wait to kiss me.”

“Not my fault you do it like… nobody ever,” he admits, legs still jellylike. 

“Mm? Do what, pretty?” 

Jayce blushes and looks down at Viktor’s bitten lips. “Eat me out, freak.” 

Viktor’s laugh is like bells at Jayce’s everlasting embarrassment. “You’re so cute, even after all this time.”

“I’m a menace. Let me suck your dick?” he pleads to little avail.

“Oh, frightening,” he says, smacking Jayce’s thigh and reaching for a pillow behind their heads. “I want you on your side. Suck me off another time. Other side, I mean, don’t laugh at me!”

Jayce does continue to laugh, but rolls onto his side, lifting his higher leg both for easier access and comfort, revealing his wet pussy to the air. “Won’t laugh if you fuck me,” he says, arching his neck back towards Viktor in spite of the angle. His hand cups the side of it, and Jayce shivers lightly as his short fingernails slip down his neck. 

“Relax,” Viktor says, kissing Jayce’s reddened ear and slotting his hips behind the man’s. His cock is hard, dripping precum onto Jayce’s thigh as he grinds up against it. He presses it straight between the folds of his pussy, soaking himself in his slick. “I do love to make you wait.”

“ Stoppp,” Jayce whines unseriously. His breathing stutters as the tip of it digs against his clit, then just barely breaching his hole. “You’re so mean, sir…”

“And you’re so fun to be mean to.” 

Jayce’s lips part at the shock of Viktor slamming into him, all of his cock, all at once. If he allows a wheeze to surpass his filter, well, Viktor has heard worse. “Holy shit,” he whines, burying his nose into the pillow beneath his head, smacking it for something to ground himself. “Sir.”

At the base of his neck, Viktor grits his teeth like he’s trying to resist biting Jayce. “So fucking tight— and all for me,” he says, breathing warm and wet down his neck, shivering down to his legs. 

“You fill me so good,” Jayce whimpers, rocking his hips for Viktor’s attention. 

“Mm, I’m glad to hear. Perhaps it isn’t that I, eh, fill you so good, but that you take it too well?” 

Viktor rejoices in Jayce’s shattered moans, own voice falling short of anything but desperate, pathetic ones. He messes with his clit in frenzied strokes in his attempt to see the other man fall apart in an orgasm before himself, effort clearly noted by Jayce. 

“Viktooor…” he gasps with his eyes clenched shut. His stomach rises and falls from every thrust, breathing coming short. It’s an inescapable effect Viktor has on him, leaving him choking on his own arousal like a bit between his teeth. 

He’s crowded against Viktor’s chest as comfortably as he can be with their size difference considered, and something he loves is the way he has never felt too large to be taken care of by him. (This is despite Viktor’s complaints of feeling like a chihuahua on the back of a doberman when they fuck.) Never has he been held to a single specific because of Viktor’s assignment of him. 

They love each other. 

“I want you on your stomach.”

“Huh?”

And sometimes, Jayce loves him so much he becomes stupid. Loves his ideas that much. 

“On your front. The best way for it to take, yes?”

Jayce’s eyes widen, ever playing into the role of Viktor’s eager puppy. “Oh. Oh,” he nods. Almost immediately, he snatches the pillow from Viktor and presents himself on top of it. This has always been a favorite position of the two, the pillow easing strain on their backs as well as being cool beneath their skin. It’s one of their cooling pillows Viktor had said was far too unnecessary, like a father saying he never wanted the cat being caught buying it the expensive cat food. “Can we get married?”

Viktor laughs kindly and rubs the back of Jayce’s neck, dragging through the cropped hair at his nape. “We’ve already done that, unfortunately, maybe,” he whispers, like it’s a secret for the two of them, and covers Jayce’s left hand with his own. 

“ Forgive me.” Jayce buries his nose in the pillow. ”My hot husband keeps trying new ways to get me pregnant, and he’s super fucking hot—“ Viktor kisses the top of his ass and settles himself behind Jayce again.

“Maybe a renewal of our vows?” 

“Can’t wait,” Jayce mumbles, wiggling and anticipating Viktor's cock. Something more, as well. Something that may not come tonight, but in the near future. 

“If I had known you wanted my child, we could have done this a long time ago,” Viktor whispers at the back of Jayce’s neck, the baby hairs rising at the heat of his breath. “Mm, you smell so good.”

“ Sir, please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“ Fuck me… give me a baby— your baby—please—“

Viktor, nearly completely self-satisfied, pushes Jayce’s nose into the pillow and opens him up on his cock. With Jayce flat on his stomach, he can hold him down simply and bear down, bottom out while he’s just made to take it.

He feels as if he absorbs some of Jayce’s need, his desire through symbiosis. It infects him to the center of everything he is, even if it’s only for this one perfect moment. “Yes,” he sighs, pushing his own hair out of his eyes. “ Yes, darling, I’ll give you everything you ask of me.”

“Thank you,” Jayce responds, smile evident in his voice.

“So polite…” Viktor can’t resist propping Jayce’s ass up a bit higher to ease his access, burying himself to the root and watching how he takes it. An unthinking thumb prods at his entrance and pushes. 

Like a livewire, Jayce trembles, looking back at his husband over his shoulder and failing to maintain it. He’s warm, almost overheating—Viktor angles his hips downward. 

“My good boy. All you need is for me to keep you full, however I want,” Viktor moans. As he falls closer to the edge, his inhibitions begin to take lesser charge. “I’ll, hah, keep you full of my cum, ‘til it leaks out, and you have no choice but to have my baby.”

Jayce pleads beautifully. Viktor keeps his thumb inside of him still, becoming more and more selfish. He’s gnawing at Jayce’s neck like it’s a treat. “Nhh—“

Viktor finds himself becoming victim to the chase of his orgasm, quickly climbing to the precipice of it all. Jayce is just tight, and his pussy is so wet yet it seems to just want to keep Viktor inside. 

“Breed me,” Jayce whimpers, devolving into a string of unanswered cries as Viktor makes good on his request. He sounds so pathetic and ruined about it, muscles of his back seizing as he shakes, cumming all over his husband’s fingers, his cock, and the pillow. It turns him inside out, truly, being so vehemently fucked. “Haven’t I been good, sir?”

“So good— too good…” Viktor shouts into Jayce’s hair, tearing it between his fingers, holding his stubbled face besides his own as he fills him with everything he’s begged for. “ Kurva, Jayce…”

Dazedly, Jayce smiles as Viktor rides out the rest of his pleasure inside of him. “Where am I…” he jokes, reaching back to grab one of Viktor’s thighs to keep him inside. 

Viktor kisses the back of his head. “In our bed. Full of cum, even.” Jayce shivers. It feels like he’s filled to the brim. 

“Thank God,” he says, drawing invisible lines on the pillow. “I’ve been thinking about this… for so fucking long, Vik…”

They lie there occupied by only the sounds of their breathing, and Jayce’s occasional whines when Viktor shifts on him. After some minutes pass, Viktor braces himself and pulls out of his cunt, admiring, despite his exhaustion, the tantalization his dripping cum inspires. 

He spreads Jayce open and used his fingers to push it back inside. “Oh God, no more,” Jayce complains, closing his legs and flipping onto his side. “Fuck, Viktor.”

Finally deciding to give Jayce a well-earned break, Viktor wipes his fingers on the bed and kisses him on his hip. He curls up in front of Jayce, pushing the cum stained pillow to the bottom of the mattress with a grimace. 

“I trust our efforts will be fruitful.”

 “Y’re gonna make me a teen mom. Gotta be more careful.”

“You are a thirty-four year old man.” 

“Get better at pulling out, creep.”

Viktor rolls his eyes and cups Jayce’s stubbled cheek. “And if I get better at it, who will you beg to knock you up, lǎsko? Will you find someone else?”

“No,” Jayce admits, covering his blushing cheeks with his own hands and shoving Viktor’s off. “No, I want it to be yours.” 

“I need to clean you u—“

“No.” 

Jayce uses his strength to hold Viktor down in his arms, and it keeps him in an awkward position with his nose in the man’s armpit, but it isn’t like he wants to complain. “Stay close,” he says, smooshed on Viktor’s flat chest. “Here.”

“Your face is in my armpit!”

“Let me suffocate like this.”

Viktor nods, resigned to his fate for the nth time that night. It isn’t a fate he ever anticipated having to resign himself to, no, but he wouldn’t dream of complaining about it. His husband wants to fall asleep with his nose in his extremities, and have his babies. 

Any man would be stupid to complain, Viktor believes. 

Especially when that next morning, he wakes up alone and hears the crinkling of a medicine packet dropped into the trash from the bathroom. 

He raises his eyes to the ceiling, and laughs into his hands.