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It was well past midnight by the time Jayce got home, licking the door to his house shut with his heel. Carefully removing the shining leather shoes off and setting them on the bottom step, the heel tapping on the wood as he pulls his white suit jacket off, hanging it over the banister. Galas and events were fine and dandy, the fine champagne from Ionia and dancing. It was a pleasant distraction from the piles of folders covering his inbox. It had its moments, that is for sure.
Like the moment when he's back home. Undressing from the stuffy suit in front of the ornate floor length mirror in his bedroom. First the vest, then the tie clip, gold and red and ornate as the day is long. (A gift from the Gioparas for 10 years of service. Pathetic in the grand scheme of the financial benefit he's brought with the hex crystals.) set gently in the glass top box, along with the matching cuff-links underneath it. Tie undone and laid on the hanger that houses his others, belt and trousers following after.
Setting his foot on the rest in front of the mirror, working on the garters there and setting them aside, tossing the used clothing into the laundry. Same with his shirt.
It was a routine that Jayce had down to a science. One of his knowns in a day of unknowns. Something to be expected. Relaxing. Predictable.
Until a metal hand slams him against the glass, pressing it to the cool surface as the Machine Herald leans over, his vents hissing hot air against Jayce's back.
"Where is it, Defender?"
"I don't know what you're talking about-" he growls, fingers pushing against the the glass as the mechanical hand pushes him back even harder.
"My notes. I know you took them last time you broke into my lab. Where are they!" Viktor yells, the modulator crackling at the sudden volume raise as the sharp ends of the fingers dig into Jayce's scalp and face, cutting into the skin of his cheek with the thumb.
"V- I really don't know what you're talking about! Vik- let up I can't breathe!"
"Yes you can, your fat mouth is talking. Where is it!"
"Viktor will you knock it off I don't know what the hell you're on about! Really!" Jayce grunts, shoving his hips back against Viktor's in an attempt to knock him off balance for any amount of oxygen he could grab. Viktor stills, grip loosening as his vents hiss.
"Was I interrupting something?"
"Just me getting ready for bed-" Jayce grunts, jerking again only to have Viktor run his gloved finger underneath the deep blue fabric of his corset, right underneath his shoulder blades. Shivers shoot down Jayce's spine at the contact.
"In this?"
"I was about to take it off." Jayce growls glaring back at Viktor as his vents hiss again as he hums.
"No… I don't think you are."
"What the hell is that supposed to me- oh…" Jayce gasps, eyes fluttering shut as Viktor grinds against his ass slightly, erection prevalent against the swell of muscle.
"Oh fu- Viktor…"
"So compliant underneath me, still. Aren't you Defender?" Viktor mutters, gloved hand moving down to his tight boxers, hooking a finger underneath the waistband as Jayce bucks back.
Viktors head tilts owlishly as his grip tightens before the fabric rips, falling to the ground as Jayce groans, arching his back even more into Viktors crotch.
"V-Viktor-Please… it's been so long.."
"You were telling me you can't breathe…" Viktor mutters, ignoring Jayces plea. The robotics vibrates through the speaker as he lets go of Jayce's head, the back of his fingers running down Jayce's muscles, playing with the ornate decorations of the corset. "It's no surprise with a thing like this one. Is this how Piltover keeps their Defender in line?"
Fingertips wandering down the laces before tugging on the silk strands gently. "Is it to keep you stupid from lack of oxygen?"
"Vik, just hurry up and fuck me already." Jayce moans, eyes opening to look back at the blank mask, grinding his cock against Jayce's ass as he chuckles slightly.
"You and your ego… you keep fucking acting like you have any power, under my thumb. Let me show you, Defender, the grip that Zaunites rip themselves free from." His voice was heavy, vents hissing more as the ribbon loosens slightly against Jayce's guts, the sudden flow of oxygen flooding his brain, making him dizzy with the rush.
"Let me show you… how it feels to really choke." He hisses, pulling the ribbons tighter than they were all night, the boning cutting into Jayces skin as he groans, eyes rolling back as his fingers dig into the glass, slick sliding from his tip and onto the floor between his feet.
"Fuuu- Viktor please… please please please I need you… I need your cock please!"
"Already begging and I've hardly touched you…" Viktor mutters, removing a hand from the ribbons as he works on the buttons of his trousers, pushing them open as his cock falls free, slapping the meat of Jayce's ass with a growl exiting the man.
"What would the Clans say if they saw you? Spread open and begging for Piltover's most wanted's cock." Viktor sneers, gloved hand slapping onto Jayce's thigh before moving to Jayce's front and squeezing his dick hard. "Look at you… all this money and you couldn't even buy a decent dick. Pathetic. You call yourself a self made man… This is what a self made man is, Defender."
Jayce felt the length of Viktors cock grow slick as he ruts against him, teasing his hole before withdrawing. Jayce fighting not to follow at the loss of heat. A whine begins to exit him before a finger is pushed in fully, searching for Jayce's prostate instantly as he groans, knees buckling slightly. The drop tightening the corset even more.
"Vik-"
"You talk to much." He growls, hex claw shooting forward and wrapping around his throat, pushing him back against the glass as a second finger slides in, pressing up, causing Jayce to shout as tears prick his eyes.
"Vi-" the claw tightens on his throat as his head grows fuzzy, fingers pumping and curling at an abusive rate as Jayce's legs give out more, a high pitched moan exiting him as the corset tightens yet again.
"If you wish to continue to breathe, you'll stand still." Viktor snaps, pulling his fingers out and wiping the excess on Jayce's thigh.
It was hardly enough prep, Jayce didn't see Viktors cock but he didn't need to to know it was absolutely massive based on the weight. Not like it used to be when they were young and dumb and had the split the cost for the strap and accessories.
Not like Jayce has an entire locked drawer in his dresser that houses all his goodies. None of them were ever right… Jayce was starting to think nothing was going to be right.
That is, until Viktor pushed his length in and Jayce practically shouts, breath fogging the mirror. The pace was brutal and unforgiving. Like most things they do together. Painful. Cold. God, Jayce was so hard.
"V-Vik I'm gonna…."
Another strong tug as the corset tightens even more, causing Jayce to gasp at the sudden lack of air.
"No. You're not. I will tell you when you can and only then." Viktor growls, fingers digging into Jayce's hip as he moves faster.
Pathetic moans and the sound of skin hitting metal echos through the room. Jayce didn't even know what he was saying, if he was even saying anything. Panting hard against the mirror as Viktor's robotic hand pulls the ribbons harder again with a curse in Zaunite.
"F-fuck- fucking dammit-" Viktor growls, his hand moving from the ribbons as he clamps them over Jayce's eyes, sharp metal cutting into his skin as he gasps
"Vik-"
"Fuck, Jayce you feel so good…" Viktor mutters, thrusting even harder as Jayce freezes. It wasn't robotic. It wasn't modulated. It was warm, spit hitting the side of his face as hot panted breath spread across his cheek.
"Lemme see you- Viktor, please I wanna see you!" He begs, fingers digging even harder against the glass as Viktor's lips brushes against his skin, a growl escaping the man.
"No."
It was simple. It was cold as much as it was heartbreaking. Then a bolt of electricity shoots through Jayce's body as he shouts, tears falling from his eyes against the unfeeling metal of Viktors hand.
"Fucking hell, Jayce you feel so good… dammit nothing compares- shit I'm gonna- fuck-"
"Do it. Please, Vik…Come in me, please-Please, fuck Vik I wanna feel it! I wanna feel your come inside of me! Breed me- please!"
Viktor growls as he pushes Jayce's face into the glass even more hips stuttering before slamming in for good measure, hot lubricant shooting out as Jayce groans, body tensing as he takes it greedily.
Then the thrusting picks up again, loud and obscene as globs of lube fall out of Jayce's body with the movements, a gentle buzz vibrating against the walls.
"Viktor-"
"Come for me, Jayce… be a good boy."
He must have blacked out, coming to as Viktor slowly pulls back, hand still covering Jayce's eyes as he steps away, the scrape of his mask on marble reaching his ears before Jayce grabs his wrist.
"Wait, V. I-I'll keep them closed, I promise. I swear just… Please" Jayce says, wincing as Viktor slowly pulls his hand away. Turning around as he blindly feels up Viktors torso, clutching the fabric around his throat before shy fingers trace against his jaw.
Metal. He should have known.
Jayce didn't care though, the lips felt human enough against his face. Underneath his fingers as he found them before stepping forward, pressing his own lips to chapped, unmoving skin.
"I love you, V…"
Silence hung in the air between them before the mask is clicked back into place, Jayce kept his eyes closed for that. Shifting at the cooling slickness between his legs.
"Find my notes, Defender. Or there will be consequences."
Jayce smiles softly at the man, hand falling from his wrist "I can deal with these consequences."
As long as I get to kiss you again.