They had gotten a huge data set related to ore and rock density just a few days prior, for the high powered set of mining gloves that Jayce was running as lead designer on. Viktor had his own project sitting in the wings, an artists tool for large scale projects and possibly construction, but the data set was massive and Viktor didn't want to leave Jayce with all the fun. Jayce was sorting through it, collating between older and newer logs to determine what ores and rock types would be more common for the future, and giving Viktor that curated list. Viktor's part of the process was to plug the numbers into a series of calculations he had devised, in a theoretical stress test against the material and power capabilities they had managed from the prototype.

It was early stages of refinement, the part of the process that was overly tedious, but Viktor loved it. He had been giddy on the prospect of working through the theoretical equations the whole time, a little impatient for the complete results, so that they could move on to attempt physical stress tests.

The high from working on the new data also wasn't helped by how excited Jayce had been looking though the logs. While Viktor certainly had some knowledge related to metals for work, Jayce had the experience of the forge influencing what ore data peaked his interest. Every now and then Jayce would quietly exclaim about one thing or another, and Viktor would take the moment to look at how the man's face lit up in excitement and satisfied curiosity. Jayce would even roll over to him on one of their wheeled stools, to show off where a favoured gemstone of his had come from, according to the data set.

The rush of it all had pushed both of them to burn the midnight oil, staying until way too late and arriving at work far too early, in order to continue with minimal interruption.

Viktor could feel the extended exhaustion affecting him though, his body not forgetting that it needed rest and nutrients. The nagging sense that his physical form was plotting revenge had started the day prior, and this morning it had come to a noticeable head. He had developed a steady fever, with a slight headache when he had opened his eyes, but drinking two full glasses of cold water had fixed his headache. He had a smattering of seemingly unrelated aches in his joints, along with some muscle soreness, but it didn't stop him from working through his collection of small bottles and vials like he did every morning. With his usual array of medications, the only symptoms he had left was the fever and an underlying horniness. He didn't consider that a symptom to be fair; that was more unfortunate timing. He knew he hadn't managed to touch himself all week, falling into bed and passing out instantly as soon as he was home, and that low level arousal was just a build up from inattention. Otherwise, he was fine, and more than ready to continue working until his body put up more of a fight and crashed.

Viktor mumbled his good morning to Jayce as he made his way to his station, settling his bag into place and pulling out some supplies. He always dragged some things home, knowing he was going to need them when inspiration struck., and there were some notes he made at midnight that he needed to transfer first thing.

Jayce was already set up, coffee in hand, smiling brightly in Viktor's direction from his stool, when he sat down.

Viktor is only halfway through unpacking his papers and pencils when he hears Jayce make a noise, and he looks at him unexpectedly. The man usually dumped bad news or roadblocks first thing, before Viktor started to really dig into his work, and he was ready for whatever unforeseen update that was going to derail their progress in the near future this time.

Jayce is just... staring at him, however. Viktor rolls his hand, prompting Jayce, and that seems to startle him out of his stupor. Jayce's hand goes to the back of his neck, embarrassed, and a blush slowly starts to grow on his cheeks.

"Uh, Viktor, are you sure you should be here?" Jayce asks him, sheepishly.

Viktor squints at him, not nearly awake enough to analyze why Jayce is acting as he is. He must look sick, he concludes, and Viktor defends himself, "Of course I can. I likely have a day or two before the sickness truly gets me, Jayce. I'll probably finish, maybe halfway through the iron-based ores, before I need a day or two to recover."

"No no, Viktor," and Jayce puts down his coffee to stop himself from spilling it, his hands wavering slightly in some anxiety. "I think you're in pre-heat."

Viktor's brain stops completely, in shock. His body had skipped so many cycles over the past few years, he had just forgotten to expect them at all by now, and it seemed as though he had even forgotten his own symptoms. The fever, the aches, the arousal, he maybe should have put it together before had had gotten dressed and walked through the campus grounds advertising his upcoming heat.

What couldn't be worse however, is that he essentially pulled a Jayce. Walking into the lab only to be told to go home because of his cycle. Viktor can feel heat colouring his cheeks and he knows it's more from embarrassment than his hormones, a little bit of shame for having teased Jayce countless times over the years, getting to him.

"Are... are you sure?" Viktor asks, because he has to make sure.

Jayce is up in an instant, his work stool clattering to the floor from the force of how quickly he stands up. He looks sheepish at himself for how eager he is, but it doesn't actually stop him from coming up towards Viktor. He's slow as he leans in, giving Viktor the opportunity to push him away, but without it he gets close enough to take a long deep whiff around his shirt collar.

The reaction is also instant. Jayce's eyes close, his eyebrows relax, his head dips to almost touch Viktor's shoulder as though all his pent up energy magically leaves him, and he releases the most pleasant sigh by Viktor's ear. He doesn't even move, he just swings back on the balls of his feet to make some kind of respectable distance, so he can answer Viktor's question with a wishful '*yeah*'.

Jayce is addicting, Viktor has suddenly come to realize. He wants to see that lazy and pleasant look for hours, and more desperately, he wants to see what Jayce's shirt and tie are hiding from him. It's nothing that he hasn't seen before, but now there's a gnawing feeling in his teeth to mark Jayce both above and below where his shirt collar sits.

Viktor's growing plan on how to mark up Jayce gets interrupted when the alpha startles, pulling away from Viktor completely. "Oh! I should walk you home Vik."

Viktor just nods, a little dazed after the slight absence of Jayce's presence. The foggy and hazy feeling clouding his mind is a feeling Viktor knows well enough, after so many heats. There's a comforting knowledge that he knows this haziness wont drive him to perform beyond his actual wants, his self control still holding on even if most of his focus turns to the hunk of an alpha he spends every day with, and he at least wont be mortified by the time it eventually clears.

Viktor is more than capable of repacking his bag as Jayce walks back to his desk, the alpha rushing to get his coat back on and gulp down his coffee.

They had left mugs behind one too many times after late nights before, leaving them completely forgotten behind papers and prototypes, to then find strange new bacteria growing inside of them. After some musing between them, they had both promised each other to stop doing it, to at least stop a new illness from being born in their lab sink. Now, Viktor watches as Jayce chugs the mug, and the man pointedly glares at him with a side eye while he struggles with it. Viktor can't help but laugh at him, his normal affection for Jayce bubbling up from under the layer of heat influenced possessiveness, and Jayce just pointedly groans at him in his own defense while his throat is occupied.

Its easy going after that, the walk to Viktor's apartment on campus. Jayce doesn't crowd him over protectively, in a bid to protect him from other alphas that barely glance in their direction, or try anything in a vague attempt to assist with his leg. It's like every other time Jayce walks with him, except, maybe the man is buzzing a little from the overabundance of coffee in his system.

Viktor almost forgets he's in pre-heat by the time he's unlocking his door, and Jayce follows him in. The fresh air had cooled him down, and Jayce had rambled a little along the short walk to fill the quiet air. It's not until Viktor has put down his bag and gone to undo his tie with one hand, that the alpha in his home makes a small, gentle whimper.

Viktor turns to him, and Jayce looks flushed. His smile awkward, but he's still at least smiling at him. Jayce tugs at his own collar, mirroring how Viktor's slender fingers work about his own neck, before Jayce's eyes turn pleading towards Viktor.

"Hey, um. Could you check if I'm going into rut, actually?" Jayce asks him, bringing his hand to his own forehead, "I feel like I'm the one burning up."

Viktor wobbles over to him, seemingly at the stage of his heat where his hormones affect just how steady his arm handles his cane. Jayce's face goes from sheepishly anxious to outright worried as Viktor heads towards him, one of his hands reaching out to catch him, but Viktor lightly taps away at his hand as soon as he's close enough.

He leans into Jayce instead, his nose brushing just under his ear to scent him. He didn't need to be so close, with how sensitive his nose is at this stage, he probably could've sniffed him out from the other side of his apartment. But, now he got to enjoy the power rush of Jayce's shiver as he invaded his personal space.

Viktor takes the time to inhale Jayce's scent, and he can confidently say that the alpha isn't in rut. But the man's arousal is thick.

"No rut, Jayce." Viktor confirms, ghosting his breath over the shell of his ear as the pitch of his voice lowers, "But that doesn't mean you can't take care of me, hm?"

Jayce's knees wobble, and his hand shoots out to the edge of Viktor's kitchen counter to keep him upright. The movement opens up his neck to Viktor, and he follows him, bullying him to fully back up towards the stable surface, pressing his nose into his neck. Jayce's hand falls onto Viktor's hip when his lower back makes the connection to the counter, and Viktor kitten licks at Jayce's neck to approve of the touch.

Jayce releases the most pathetic whimper in response to Viktor's attention, and it activates a part of Viktor's mind that wants to bite down on Jayce's neck, to ride him for all he's worth.

He pulls back when his brain catches up to that thought. His heat is truly happening, there's denying it, but Viktor has more than enough control to slow down and talk this over with Jayce. Jayce isn't falling into rut either, so theoretically, the man is capable of informed conversation before they go too far with each other.

"Would you be amendable?" Viktor asks him.

"Wha- to what?" Jayce mumbles, eyes clearly looking at Viktor's lips in distraction.

Viktor can't help the playful huff as he clarifies, "Being my alpha, for my heat."

"Gods yes, Viktor." Jayce whispers, like it's a confession.

The reverence takes Viktor back a little. He has to remind himself that this is Jayce, the man he works with every day, the man that he shares his dream with. A man that he didn't want to burn with his temperament during his heat, the obligation to warn him feeling like a nasty weight in his stomach, "I'm not a typical omega, Jayce."

"Of course!" Jayce says, both of his hands coming to Viktor's hips now, squeezing him reassuringly. He tilts his head at him, like a dog, and Viktor thinks maybe he picked up something in his scent because the alpha adds, "You might have to give me a run down on what meds you need, if you have anything specific for your heats. I think I know most of your regular ones by now though. And I'm not really much of a cook, but I know some meals that get me through ruts at least, and -and," Jayce falters, his eyes falling to where he's holding Viktor. "I uh... I'd do anything for you, Viktor."

The normal affection that Viktor feels for Jayce everyday bubbles up again. Genuine fondness rolls over him in a wave that he hums through, appreciative that Jayce thought of him wholly in terms of his heat, and that his disability isn't an ignorable trait for him.

He brings his free hand to cup at Jayce's jaw, allowing himself the more intimate touch, and the alpha relaxes into it. Jayce's eyes close as his nose nuzzles into his palm, and Jayce even takes in a big huff of Viktor's scent from where it seeps from his wrist.

Jayce doesn't see it, but Viktor smiles at him, which turns cheeky when he jokes. "I've been described as controlling, before. A bit of a bitch."

Jayce's face recoils at the sentiment in Viktor's palm, but the man doesn't leave his spot, looking upwards at Viktor with such indignant horror that the omega can't help laughing.

Viktor has to wait for his giggles to die down before he continues, "All I ask is that you follow what I say, let me lead."

Jayce is looking at him with concern, clearly not finding Viktor's joke as funny as he did, but the reverence still hasn't left him. "You've seen what kind of alpha in bed I am, Viktor. Trust me, I will."

Viktor can't help the grin that's now stuck on his face, and he momentarily sees the mirroring grin on Jayce, before he uses the hand on his jaw to pull Jayce in for a kiss. It's chaste, before Viktor licks at his lips, and Jayce opens his mouth beautifully for Viktor to invade. He nudges him even further into the kitchen counter, pressing the meat of the alpha's ass into the edge, and he slots his good leg in between Jayce's thighs. He crowds him near completely as he deepens the kiss, and Jayce whimpers right into his mouth. Viktor lets his hand move down to his neck, confident that his tongue has enough of a hold on Jayce to keep him where he wants him, and he feels Jayce's start to wander along his sides. He revels in the touch, and Viktor bucks his hips ever so gently into the grounding presence of the alpha he has trapped in his embrace.

They have to pull their mouths apart to catch their breath eventually, and Viktor sneaks another peck on Jayce's lips, before he uses the opening to disengage from him completely.

He hobbles to his bedroom, Jayce following behind him like a dog. Viktor finally removes his restricting tie with his free hand now that he has the space, throwing it into a random corner in his bedroom, as he stills by his own bed.

"Sit on the bed, by the bedside table," Viktor orders to the room.

Jayce scoots around him to follow his order, and he sits down as asked. Viktor shameless looks at the tent in Jayce's pants, and the man awkwardly laughs while squeezing his legs, trying to cover it with his hands. Viktor takes the final steps to stand in front of him, just so he can reach out to pull Jayce's hands away from his covered cock, and Viktor gets his fill of the visual before refocusing to the task on hand.

Viktor goes through his meds one by one with Jayce, ensuring that he passes on information like when he especially needs particular ones. It's all just in case he becomes overwhelmed during his heat, an accident occurring or just general fatigue catching up with him, and the concept of talking leaves his brain. Jayce watches diligently, nodding to show he's listening, and even repeating every single thing Viktor says to him. Viktor gives him gentle touches in his hair for it as a reward, quietly impressed with how attentive he's being.

When Viktor finishes, he finally places his cane by his bedside table. With both hands now free, he shuts the drawer with one hand while the other returns to Jayce, his touch rougher in Jayce's hair than moments prior. He arches his hand, and deliberately, runs his fingers along his scalp like he had done a few months ago during the tail end of Jayce's rut. When his hand ends up at the base of Jayce's skull, the alpha looks up at him, mouth slightly open, in recognition of the touch.

Jayce's hands return to Viktor's hips, stabilizing him as well as satisfying his own need to touch him. He's hesitant when he asks, "Can I help with the brace?" But Viktor nods in permission.

Jayce gets up, slowly, pressing himself into Viktor like they're ballroom dancers. He spins the two of them until it's Viktor with his back to the bed, and he helps him sit down on the mattress, when Viktor leans into his neck like they were actually slow dancing.

Jayce has helped him with his brace before, when Viktor's fingers had gone numb from the cold, or he had lost feeling in them from holding a tool a certain way for too long. He doesn't linger on the straps or with pulling the cuffs off of him, extracting it from him in a well practiced motion. But his hands do run down the length of his leg, after he's placed his brace within reach of the bed, noting to physical memory the shape of Viktor's calf through his hands.

A purr-like growl rips through Viktor's chest, and Jayce stops, looking up at Viktor from his kneeling on the floor. The omega's eyes are wide, pupils blown out. His head is tilted and his eyebrows are relaxed however, the barest hint of Viktor's classic smile gracing his face. Jayce feels like his stomach is going to give out by how horny he's become, feeling as though Viktor is about to eat him like a well earned meal right then and there.

"Pants off," Viktor orders, and Jayce's hands immediately go to his own fly. "My pants, Jayce," Viktor interrupts, and Jayce's hands flutter in apology before he dives for Viktor's fly instead, tugging off Viktor's pants from his ass and thighs before having an easier time slipping it off the rest of the way.

He's more delicate with Viktor's underwear, peeling it off him gently, as his slick has thoroughly soaked the material. Viktor whines when he's finally exposed to air, his hips bucking minutely at the ghost of sensation over his engorged clit.

Jayce doesn't know he's leaning in to Viktor's core until he's close enough for Viktor to reach out. The omega returning his hand to the base of Jayce's skull, and pushing him in further in between his thighs. All the anxieties in Jayce's head wisp away into nothing, as his whole world is reduced to Viktor's slick cunt, and he starts to lathe attention on Viktor.

Viktor sighs and pants through the attention, scratching and massaging Jayce's head in reward for where his tongue goes and how hard he sucks. Before long, his thighs start to twitch and Viktor's long fingers grab onto the top crop of Jayce's hair, using the leverage of his hold to grind into the alpha's mouth. Jayce starts focusing on Viktor's hole with the slight change in position, dipping his tongue inside to lick the slick dripping from Viktor, straight from the source. The bridge of his nose bumping into the underside of Viktor's dick in the process. Jayce feels Viktor tugging more insistently on his hair, and he pulls his mouth up slightly, focusing his attention on Viktor's neglected cock. He only uses one finger to replace his tongue inside of him, not wanting to overwhelm the omega he's worshiping on his knees for.

Jayce can't hear much of Viktor or the noises they're making together, as Viktor's thighs start to sandwich his head, covering his ears. But he can feel more than hear, the faint noises racking through Viktor's frame, through the small amount of meat on Viktor's bones. Jayce starts to bob his head when Viktor's thighs momentarily squeeze tighter, brushing his tongue roughly on the underside his clit as he sucks, Viktor's hard cock big enough to be a mouthful for him.

Viktor's thighs tighten around his head again, his hips bucking into Jayce's mouth, and the movement pushes Jayce's finger further inside Viktor's hole than he ever intended. It might have been a happy accident however, as Jayce feels just how tight the omega feels around just one finger, Viktor finally exploding with his first orgasm of his heat. When Viktor finally finishes trembling, Jayce relinquishes both his finger and his mouth from Viktor's dick, lapping at the mess and circling the rim of Viktor's cunt instead.

Viktor lets Jayce clean him up, enjoying the aftershocks that rock through his body while he teeters on the edge of overstimulation. He gives Jayce a deliberate tug on his hair when he's had enough, and he pulls off.

The omega looks satiated to Jayce, Viktor's eyes hooded and relaxed, as he stares at him with a lazy smile. Jayce's stomach feels like he's doing a million somersaults all at once, when he finds himself caught in his gaze and unable to look away. He thinks he may be tearing up a little, but he's more distracted by how he starts to pant and shake, overwhelmed with some kind of energy.

"Hey. Hey, up!" Viktor gently coos at him, pulling the alpha towards him on the bed, and Jayce follows the order. He slowly gets up off the floor, following Viktor's guiding hands to crawl over him and cover Viktor over the bed.

Both of Viktor's hand land at Jayce's lower back, once he's where he wants him, and Viktor tries to push him down. He's encouraging Jayce to lay down fully on him, but Jayce hesitates at the touch, more than strong enough to resist it. Jayce is both taller and heavier than Viktor, he knows that, and with how thin and boney Viktor is, Jayce doesn't want to crush him.

Viktor rises up and he bonks his head into Jayce's temple in a chiding move, Viktor's teeth catching Jayce's ear in a punishing nip. Jayce whines in response to the physical chastising, but he finally follows Viktor's order, and puts his weight on him. He's rewarded by feeling Viktor's hands all over his back and shoulders, smoothing his shirt and gently prodding at tight muscles while he's encouraged to relax. Viktor whispering good boy to him as he does so.

"Feeling better?" Viktor eventually asks him, after he's run his hands along Jayce's sides long enough to trigger some tickles through his shirt.

Jayce doesn't understand why Viktor is asking him that, so he asks in turn, "What about you? Are you okay?"

"I am extremely good, Jayce." Viktor answers him, leaving him tiny kisses along his jaw and neck, "Why don't you get undressed, hm? Help me, too?"

Jayce extracts himself from Viktor, and Viktor doesn't seem mad about him pulling away, which tamps down the small budding worry that he angered his omega somehow. He does inadvertently give Viktor a show as he undoes the buttons of his shirt while straddling his lap, and Viktor's hands rub along his clothed thighs in appreciation of Jayce's unintended performance. Jayce can't help the breathy sigh as he undoes his pants however, relieving some of the pressure on his cock, before pulling his underwear over his own bulge and freeing himself. His cock bounces as he slips off the bed and gets his clothes off of himself completely, chucking the bundle of clothes somewhere.

Viktor makes a strange noise at the display, a noise that Jayce could only describe as a wrow, as Jayce hovers by the bed. The noise absolutely confuses him, and Viktor answers the question his scrunched eyebrows ask with "It's an undercity thing," and a light chuckle.

Viktor then brings him back onto the bed with a crock of a finger, and Jayce settles back in Viktor's lap.

Jayce is big, a considerable man in comparison to Viktor's frame, but Viktor finds the pressure on his thighs soothing. The reality of an extremely handsome alpha being docile and loving in his lap does wonders for both his ego and his heat, and the growl-like purr starts in his chest again as Jayce goes for Viktor's buttons.

As soon as he's done with the buttons, Jayce's hands go to touch Viktor. Along his ribcage, his chest, running his fingers along his collarbone. His fingers chasing the vibrations from Viktor's rolling, rough, possessive purr. When he gets to his shoulders, he pushes Viktor's shirt off him, leaning forward to help get his arms out of the sleeves. Viktor takes advantage of Jayce being so close to lick a stripe up his neck, feeling the alpha shudder in his lap. Jayce doesn't disengage from the position though, he just chucks Viktor's shirt away so it doesn't land on the bed, and keeps himself chest to chest with the omega while Viktor's hands run along his back again, and he nibbles along his neck.

Viktor is marking him. Neither of them can see it, especially as Viktor hasn't left his neck to check his work, but his attention is constant. His attention is also high on Jayce's neck, nearly to his ears, which meant the marks would be oh-so visible to anyone that even looks in Jayce's direction. Viktor's purr turns into more of a growl as he thinks about it, the possessive creature in his soul celebrating ruining Jayce's chances of getting an omega for his next rut, and he lets himself bite a little deeper to make sure of it.

He'll come up with an excuse if Jayce complains about it, he's sure 'heat-brain' would be more than enough to convince him. Viktor isn't also above reminding Jayce of his pre-rut notes, if the example of unintended actions can get him off his scent for it.

The slightly deeper bite makes Jayce whimper so pathetically though, loud and clear in Viktor's ear. The alpha's weight moves slightly in his lap, as though he's unable to control a single buck of his hips, as arousal from the bite rips through him.

Viktor pulls off him in order to assess the state Jayce is in. His hands are holding onto Viktor's shoulders, but not tight enough to hurt him. How Jayce sits in his lap makes a private bubble between the two of them, heat staying trapped between their torsos, emitting from both of them in equal measure. That might be the reason why sweat drips down Jayce's smooth chest, his pecs sculpted perfectly for the sweat to stream down the channel in between them. The alpha is already looking at him when Viktor's eyes cant up to his face, their eyes locking for a moment, before Jayce goes glassy eyed and his face relaxes into listless lust. There's tear tracts on his face again, his eyes currently wet but not threatening to drop tears. Viktor can see the fresh ones still beading in the slight hollow of Jayce's cheeks though.

Viktor brings up one hand from Jayce's thighs to wipe away one of Jayce's tears, and the man closes his eyes completely to nuzzle into his palm. Viktor's other hand reaches for Jayce's cock, not needing to be precise in his aim, considering how large he is.

With first contact, Jayce makes a choked off moan. He's trembling as Viktor's fingers wrap around the girth of him and starts pumping his dick, the base of his fist bumping into the start of Jayce's knot. Jayce's moans get louder and more persistent with each pump of Viktor's hand, Jayce moaning directly into the space between them, practically into Viktor's mouth. When Jayce's voice starts to stutter, his moans ever louder, Viktor lets go of his cock. Jayce bucks into the empty air, chasing the feeling of Viktor's tight fist, and a sob leaves his mouth as he shudders into Viktor's neck.

Viktor lets him gather his breath, as a twinge in his back starts to make itself known, powering through the chemicals flooding through his system that should be hiding it. Sitting up without support, with an alpha in his lap, and his back at an awkward angle to accommodate said alpha; of course it would catch up with him. The emptiness in his cunt makes itself known again however, his muscles inside him clenching around nothing, when he just had a perfect specimen in his hand to satiate him. Jayce's worship on his knees was only going to last so long, and it may have been longer, if Jayce wasn't such a pretty picture.

"Alpha? Help me down?" Viktor asks.

Jayce's eyes open wide instantly, tears on the brink of falling from them again, as he looks down at their situation. It takes him a moment, before Jayce realizes the command fully, and he pulls back from Viktor to give him room. His hands line Viktor's spine as Jayce helps him move back, and Jayce's hands trail from his spine to his sides, down to his belly, to eventually hold his hips in support, while Viktor squirms his upper half to settle into his pillows. He's just unable to keep his hands off him, though Viktor loves how his hands burn into his heated skin.

Viktor pulls him down for another kiss, and Jayce goes back to whimpering into his mouth. This time Viktor can actually swallow the sounds, as he chases after Jayce's tongue. It seems to ruin Jayce, and Viktor can feel the tears falling onto his own cheeks, so cold in comparison to how hot his heat is making him.

"C'mon baby, knot me," Viktor begs.

Jayce sobs in response, going in for another kiss, before he breaks away. His hands follow the length of Viktor's legs, parting them so he can slot himself in between them. Viktor is dripping, a string of slick keeping his thighs connected before Jayce's cock breaks the strand, his dick bouncing in response to the feeling of cold slick touching his hot cock.

He uses his fingers to gently rub circles on Viktor's cock, before sliding his hand down to try his cunt. His hole opens up for Jayce's fingers beautifully, squelching noisily as he fucks into him for a moment. It's preparation that makes Viktor whine with how close, and yet so far, from what he needs.

Jayce pulls his fingers out of him and coats his knotted cock with his slick, before lining himself up to Viktor's cunt, and sinking into his warm hole. Viktor wishes he had the patience to feel the slide inside him uninterrupted, but immediately, his body clenches around the intrusion in a measure to bring the length of Jayce exactly how deep he needs.

It's too much for Jayce, who buries his head in Viktor's neck, as they both fall into pure animal need. Jayce's thrusts gain speed the deeper he shoves into Viktor, and Viktor releases small moans with every forceful thrust. Jayce's sobs mix in with his moans, overwhelmed with the feeling around his dick, chasing the release he was close to having since Viktor started rutting into him in the kitchen.

Jayce has worked him open enough that his knot hits the rim of Viktor's cunt with every push, and Viktor is hungry for it. Viktor pushes through the forceful rocking Jayce treats his body to, so he can hook his good leg around his hip, encouraging him. And that's enough for Jayce. His thrusts become frantic, before his finally thrusts hard, pushing to pop his knot into Viktor. Viktor keens with the pressure, Jayce needing to thrust hard again before his knot finally pops inside of him.

Jayce keens as Viktor clamps down on his knot, his cock pumping into the omega below him, as he shallowly ruts through his orgasm. He's crying again, cool tears dripping onto Viktor's neck, as Viktor alternates between moaning and cooing at Jayce for being such a good alpha for him.

Viktor hasn't reached his second peak yet, and maybe he is being a little mean, but there is really no good time to start chasing his orgasm on Jayce's knot. He's going to be sensitive until it deflates, and prolonging the knot when Jayce isn't in rut edges a little too close to being physically cruel for Viktor. At least, while he's like this. He waits until Jayce's breathing stops being haggard, but Viktor's neck is too wet from tears and sweat to know if the alpha has stopped crying yet. Viktor brings a hand up to play with his hair, and Jayce pulls away to look at Viktor.

It seems like the tears have stopped. His eyes are still shining, but the beautiful man is smiling at him, his gentle panting showing off his uneven teeth. Viktor can't help himself to smile and lean towards him for a chaste kiss, that Jayce leans into until Viktor is back to laying down on the pillows. His body is still wanting however, and he clenches around Jayce's knot, leaving the alpha shuddering in his arms.

"I'm close, I'm close." Viktor reassures him, but Jayce starts to shallowly thrust again, for Viktor's benefit. The alpha is whining in oversensitivity, but every muscle in Viktor's body starts to get taut as he gets closer. Jayce's knot fills him perfectly, hitting all the right spots inside of him, and that leads to him, finally, cumming on Jayce's cock.

Jayce valiantly stays hovering over Viktor while his cunt works around him, until Viktor reaches up and pulls him down, using him as a blanket while his knot sits inside him. Viktor's lighter, more omegan purr, starts in his chest and Jayce settles to feel it against his heart. Viktor sleepily adds small kisses to where he marked Jayce's neck earlier in the round as he rests. The two of them listlessly touching each other, before exhaustion and sleep take hold.

Viktor wakes to darkness, the day long finished, and the moon streaming through his bedroom window as his only source of light.

He also has Jayce in his arms. His face is nuzzled into Viktor's chest, his own arms loosely wrapped around his middle, like Viktor was a teddy bear for him. Viktor isn't sticky, nor does he feel gross, even though he was sure he had been a mess before he had fallen unconscious. Sweat had definitely made a home in his chest hair, and Jayce's tears had covered his neck, a whole host of fluids that should've dried into something disgusting on his skin. Considering Jayce's hair feels somewhat clean, as Viktor lightly runs his fingers through it, the alpha must have cleaned them both up, once his knot had deflated.

Jayce stirs with Viktor's movement, eyes lazily blinking open to look at Viktor. Sleep has made it's home in the corner of Jayce's eyes, and a satisfied smile graces his lips.

"Another round?" Jayce's voice is so rough from sleep as he asks him.

Viktor has to think it over, assessing his body. After a moment, he almost sounds disappointed when he tells Jayce, "I think it's over, actually."

That wakes Jayce up, disbelief clear as day on his features, his mouth open in shock as he automatically gets up onto his hands and knees. He dips to sniff at Viktor's neck, just like he had done down in the lab to see if he was in pre-heat, and he pulls away looking devastated.

"Ho-how is it over? Already?!" Jayce protests.

"My heats are short, Jayce. You must have satisfied it, if it didn't even last the night." Viktor tells him.

There's a mix bag of emotions being displayed on Jayce's face in response to that information. At best, Viktor can pinpoint pride and frustration; as though he's angry at the denial of Viktor's prospective full heat, but flying high on the ego trip of being such a good lover that he satisfied it in just one round.

Viktor giggles at him. That giggle then turns into a grimace as time catches up with him, and through clenched eyes, Viktor asks for his medications.

Jayce leaves him in the bed to go do so, going to the kitchen for water before helping Viktor sit up and hand him everything he needs. He's still naked, Viktor realizes, by the time he's finished the glass and Viktor drinks his fill of Jayce's body in the moonlight.

"You mentioned cooking, earlier?" Viktor tentatively prods him, when he feels like he can't justify the staring under the guise of drinking water any longer.

Jayce's face brightens at the concept of doing more for Viktor, and he mumbles something about hoping Viktor has eggs while he collects his glass. Viktor settling in as he stares at Jayce's ass while he walks away.