The Motel [1/3]

Viktor couldn’t stop the small whimper that slipped from his throat when Jayce’s massive arms closed around him where he lay on his side—thick, powerful hands settling possessively at his waist. One slid beneath his shirt, warmth dragging over his skin as it traced a slow path up his belly, over his ribs and chest, before popping back out through the collar at his throat. His fingers curved there—not squeezing, just resting. Claiming. The other dipped beneath his waistband, stealing Viktor’s breath as it glided down, lingering along the sharp line of his hip before drifting along to the sensitive inside of his thighs. He squirmed against the firm hold, skin prickling and burning where those teasing fingers roamed, leaving him acutely aware of every nerve. All the while, he felt the throb of that thick cock in time with his own racing pulse, even through the layers of clothing–a branding iron of hard heat pressed tight against his ass. Hot breath ghosted against the nape of his neck before wet lips latched onto the sensitive skin there, teeth grazing just enough to make him shiver. Viktor was drowning in sensation, intoxicated by Jayce’s scent crashing over him like a riptide—craftsman’s musk, forge fire and copper, polished leather. His cunt pulsed just from the thought of Jayce wanting him like this, slick dripping between his folds and making the fabric of his boxer briefs damp with it. He squeezed his eyes shut, a ragged groan tearing from him as those fingers finally abandoned their teasing to glide exactly where he needed them. They didn't hesitate, pushing past the swollen entrance and burying themselves deep inside. He was so slick they slid in effortlessly, but the sudden breach of two thick fingers was overwhelming, forcing a sharp cry from his lips. His thighs twitched and tried to close, knees squeezing together in a vain attempt to alleviate the intense stretch, even as his body hungered for more. The hand at his throat pressed, tilting his head back further to expose the vulnerable line of his neck to that devouring mouth, holding him fast as the fingers began to pump in and out, dragging relentlessly against his inner walls and stoking the fire higher with every thrust. Suddenly, the fingers retreated, leaving him empty and aching. Viktor started to turn his head, a confused sound rising in his throat, but Jayce’s hand around his neck tightened in a warning grip, cutting off his protest as he was pulled back against the solid heat behind him. His other hand abandoned his pants, only to snatch at the waistband. His pajamas and underwear were pulled down in one urgent motion, just enough to bare his ass. A thick string of slick stretched from his flushed skin to the fabric before snapping, smearing wetly over his inner thighs. It happened so fast he could barely process it before he felt the shifting behind him, the rustle of clothing as Jayce freed his cock from its own confines. The heat of it pressed between his cheeks, heavy and pulsing, dribbling precome. It slid there for a moment, teasing, before Jayce grabbed the shaft and guided it downward, nestling the veiny length between his thighs and against his throbbing cunt. His hand came up to his hip in a bruising grip, hauling him back while the one at his throat held him in place, forcing him to arch his spine. Jayce was saying something as he maneuvered him, murmuring low in his ear. Viktor couldn’t make out the words, hazy as he was, but the rumble of Jayce’s voice set his nerves alight where it brushed his eardrum, vibrating beneath his skin and leaving him trembling. The blunt head lined up with his entrance, and a choked-off yelp tore from Viktor as the cock surged forward, pushing its way past his folds. The breach was relentless, the slick helping the slide but doing nothing to diminish the burning stretch—it was just too big, too much. Viktor gripped the sheets with white knuckles, teeth gritted as Jayce burrowed deeper and deeper into his body. He didn't stop until it was fully sheathed, the head kissing his deepest, most inner parts. Viktor felt dizzy, head swimming with the throbbing pleasure of being so utterly speared, the hard length pressed against his insides so tightly it felt impossible that his body could take it all. The stillness lasted only a heartbeat before Jayce's hips pulled back, dragging that heavy length nearly all the way out, only to slam it home again. The force of it punched a sharp cry from Viktor's lungs. There was no finesse now, no gentleness—just a brutal, rhythmic pounding as Jayce began to fuck him in earnest. Just the way Viktor liked best, the raw, possessive force making him feel utterly used. Each thrust was harder than the last, the slap of skin against skin loud and obscene in the quiet room. Viktor felt himself reduced to a vessel, a mere sheath for that massive cock as it slammed into him again and again. The hand at his throat and the hand at his hip pinned him like a butterfly, forcing him to take every punishing inch. The drag of the veined shaft against his sensitive inner walls was relentless, stoking sparks of pleasure-pain through him that left him gasping and dizzy. Slick flowed freely to ease the rough ride, his inner muscles clenching helplessly around the intrusion as the man fucked into him with a growing, savage urgency. Viktor was moaning in an endless, ragged stream, punctuated by harsh panting breaths and cries of "yes." A low sound rumbled in his ear just as Jayce’s hand released his throat, sliding upward. Thick fingers forced their way past his lips, jamming two digits in. The command was breathed hot and husky into his ear—“suck”—and Viktor obeyed without hesitation, his lips sealing around the intrusion as he worked his tongue. The cock never ceased its relentless pounding, driving deep and kissing his cervix in bursts of agonizing ecstasy. Jayce fucked his fingers into Viktor’s mouth in time, sliding so deeply that he would have been gagging if he hadn’t had the reflex trained out of him long ago. He moaned around the fingers, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to keep up with the dual onslaught. Viktor’s whole body trembled with the intensity of the overstimulation, heat coiling tight in his core. His panting, forced now through his nose around the fingers filling his mouth, grew rapid and shallow as he felt himself beginning to spill over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut as that cock slammed into him harder and harder, driving him toward— A sigh in his ear shattered the world into a million pieces. His eyes snapped open to a silent room. He blinked, disoriented, his gaze focusing on the dim morning light streaming in through the ugly curtains, illuminating the peeling walls and worn carpet of reality. He came back to himself slowly, registering a solid weight at his back, around him, and he looked down to realize arms were indeed wrapped around him. He glanced back over his shoulder and realized... It really was Jayce. Jayce was actually spooning him. And he could distinctly feel the man's hard dick pressing against his ass through their layers of clothing. Viktor flushed a deep, burning crimson, freezing in place as the murmurs came again. Jayce was saying something, seemingly talking in his sleep. Something about "smelling good." The problem was, that hot breath was tickling the back of his neck, sending electric thrills through his body, which was still wired from the dream he had just barely escaped. He debated waking him. They’d both be mortified, especially Viktor, who realized reality had leaked into his dreams—that he’d been fantasizing about his partner, his coworker, his platonic friend, fucking him. He wouldn’t be able to look Jayce in the eye all morning. Yesterday had been bad enough, and here it was happening again, despite their attempt at a pillow barrier this time. He weighed the options and was just about to shake him awake when Jayce suddenly began to move. Viktor froze as the arms around him tightened, the man’s hips rolled, and heat shot through him as that hard cock began to grind against him. He bit his lip to stifle a groan, squeezing his eyes shut as Jayce languidly humped him. Guilt twisted in him for enjoying something the man was completely unaware of, but his cunt was still throbbing from the dream and the delirious hope that it could happen for real. The only thing keeping him from finally feeling that cock sheathed inside him was Jayce waking up and both of them somehow agreeing that this wasn’t a terrible idea, tugging their pants down and getting to it. He was so wet from the dream that he knew even with Jayce's size, he would slide right in. But after a few moments, the movements slowed to a stop, Jayce sinking deeper into sleep with a warm, contented sigh into Viktor’s hair, his hold loosening once more. Viktor exhaled without realizing he’d been holding his breath. Oh, he was so screwed.