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As entwined as their lives were, living in each other’s pockets, there were still some unspoken rules Jayce and Viktor went by in their shared lab. One such rule was to not mess with each other’s desk drawers. It was partially to allow each other the semblance of privacy— though, really, what did they have to hide from each other, at this point?— and partially so they didn’t fuck up each other’s organizational systems.

So, in his defense, when Jayce (alone in the laboratory in the middle of the night, with Viktor having left early, for once) caught something glowing coming from the bottom drawer of Viktor’s desk, he did hesitate to investigate. For about 5 or 10 minutes.

Then he thought to himself, surely it’s just a misplaced gemstone— I’ll just open the drawer and move it to where it’s supposed to be, and with that decided, he leaned down from where he sat at Viktor’s chair, and slipped the drawer open.

What was inside was definitively not a gemstone.

Or, at least, not just a gemstone.

It was a thick cylindrical metal tube, almost resembling a thermos, clearly soldered together by Viktor’s careful hand. There was a Hextech gemstone carefully embedded into one side of it, appearing to act as a power source of some sort, though powering what he wasn’t sure.

Curious, he pulled it out to investigate further— and stopped dead in his tracks, when he saw the other end of the tube.

Because— the other end of the tube wasn’t more metal, as he’d been expecting.

It was a glowing blue silicone cunt.

Viktor had made a Hextech fleshlight.

“Holy shit,” Jayce breathed, laughing under his breath in disbelief.

Were it not for the Hextech-blue color, it really would look like the real thing; Jayce had seen enough pussies to recognize the simulacrum’s realism, thank you very much. Without thinking, he reached out a large but gentle finger and traced the folds surrounding the opening.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost say the fake cunt had twitched under his touch.

Must’ve been his imagination.

Viktor really outdid himself with this, Jayce thought incredulously. Then, unbidden, images of why Viktor must have made this toy for himself came to mind.

Viktor sitting back in his chair, his careful, skinny fingers investigating the edge of the hole, just like Jayce’s were right now. Viktor’s cock buried in the tight channel of the fake pussy. Him shamefully cleaning the toy out before Jayce returned to the lab the next morning.

Jayce’s fingers continued to pet (for lack of a better word) the hole of the toy, while the thumb on the hand gripping the rest of it brushed over the gemstone embedded in its side.

What was the Hextech gem empowerment for, anyways?

Did it… what, automatically tighten around his cock? Did it vibrate?

Jayce realized then that his own cock had grown to full mast, straining hard against his trousers, like it would make his pants button pop off if he were any harder.

Jayce glanced at the laboratory doors, to ensure they were locked. They were, of course.

Well.

Jayce’s curiosity (among other things) was insatiable, now.

And what Viktor didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?

His mind made up, Jayce unbuttoned his pants and pulled his aching cock out to touch the open air, almost sighing in relief at the release of tension.

Where he’d been mindlessly rubbing at the seam of the toy, the hole felt wet. Was it self-lubricating? His dick twitched almost violently at the thought.

He slipped a finger into the fake cunt, curling it upwards like he would in a real pussy. Sure enough, he was rewarded with more wetness covering his finger, the silicone seeming to squeeze around his digit. Was it self-tightening like he’d hypothesized, too? Viktor, you mad genius.

He couldn’t say why, exactly, but this might be the hardest he’d ever been in his life. Was it due to the prospect of fucking one of Viktor’s creations, practically only a step removed from fucking the man himself? Jayce flushed red at the thought. His crush on Viktor was much, much more than just shallow physical attraction— but the other man’s pretty face and slim body certainly didn’t hurt.

He slipped a second finger into the toy, curling them again. It was mostly for practical purposes, the fingering. The fake hole on the fleshlight looked tiny (maybe it was made that way because Viktor liked a tight squeeze on his— ah, anyways) and he needed to be sure that it would stretch enough to fit him. He wasn’t being self-aggrandizing or anything, but his dick was, objectively, bigger than average. Some would even say much bigger. He’d never stooped so low as to measure himself, but the head of it did reach his belly button, and it was certainly as thick as his own wrist.

The image came to him then of familiar pale, small fingers grabbing his shaft and barely being able to wrap the whole way around it, and he involuntarily canted his hips upwards as if to fuck into the imaginary grip of his partner.

Precome was already leaking out of his tip and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. God, just the act of toying with Viktor’s invention got him so worked up, he could only pray he wouldn’t blow his load in his pants the first time he had sex with the man. (If he ever worked up the nerve to ask his lab partner out, and if Viktor was even interested in sex.)

Time to get this show on the road. If his dick didn’t fit, he would make it fit. It wasn’t like the fleshlight would break on him, after all— he knew the man that made it would never allow such a flaw in one of his works.

He pulled his fingers out and watched the wetness string together between his fingers. Almost mindlessly, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked.

Ah. It tasted like actual cunt, salty but with an undefinable edge to it.

Maybe if I try this again, I’ll use it to practice eating out, Jayce thought, then immediately scolded himself. This was a one-time thing, just to sate his curiosity. He would not use this toy again, no way, and Viktor would never find out he used it in the first place.

He leaned back further in the chair, grabbing his cock with one hand and positioning the toy over the head of his dick with the other, the seam just kissing his tip.

It didn’t look like it would fit, the opening looking just so small next to himself, but, well. He had the utmost faith in Viktor’s capabilities as an inventor.

With the thought of Viktor in mind, he nudged the blue cunt over his dick, feeling and seeing the head pop in.

Oh, fuck, it was even tighter than he expected.

Biting his lip hard and digging his nails into the palm of his free hand to keep from cumming immediately, he slowly, slowly lowered the toy down onto his cock.

Fuck, fuck, he wouldn’t last long if it stayed this tight. It felt like his dick was being strangled, in a good way. So, so, so good.

He wished Viktor were here, so he could tell him how good of a job he did making such a nice toy, just for Jayce and his big cock to use, just for Jayce’s hot load to fill.

He didn’t know when he’d started mindlessly rutting into the toy and moving it lightning fast over his shaft, but he wasn’t exactly going to stop now.

“So good,” he breathed out. He was a talker during sex, and sometimes that included during masturbation— sue him. “So tight, Vik, you’re doing so good for me…”

He wasn’t even conscious of what he was saying, really, meaningless nothings leaving his lips as his abdomen clenched and his hips moved. His feet were braced on the floor at this point to get a better angle.

He would’ve kept going just like that, kept fucking into the toy until he filled it up, but then he felt the toy suddenly do… something, on his cock, something delicious.

No, wait, he knew this feeling.

This was the feeling of a pussy cumming while it was wrapped around his dick, spasming and clenching, squeezing impossibly tighter for what felt like an endless amount of time.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, nothing could replicate that feeling.

Was this thing… more than just a toy?

He stayed very, very still, and stared at where his shaft broke through the tight seam of the fleshlight, at how the bright blue fake-flesh strained around his girth like real muscle. Aftershocks of orgasm ran through it still— apparently the toy (?) had cum hard.

Then, unmistakably, the toy tightened around him, like a real cunt would— and he could so clearly imagine the movement accompanied by a sly accented voice saying hey, why did you stop?

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jayce stood up and bent over Viktor’s desk, mindlessly shoving papers to the floor, fucking impossibly harder into the toy— into Viktor.

And it just made sense, didn’t it? Why Viktor’s moodiness seemed to follow a two week cycle, until he came back the next day at ease and no longer snappy at him. Why he kept extra syringes in the lab’s first aid kit, citing them as necessary for a medication he took, and Jayce thinking nothing more of it at the time. Viktor must take hormone shots on a biweekly basis.

Ah. And that was why some days Viktor appeared to have a noticeable bulge in his pants and other days, nothing there at all. (Not that Jayce stared at his partner’s crotch that often, of course.) He had been wearing a packer.

Viktor was transgender. Ergo, Viktor had a pussy. This toy was connected to Viktor’s pussy. That was why it felt so real, that was why it was self lubricating, and that was why it responded so wonderfully to his touch.

Jayce came, hard, at the thought of Viktor being on the receiving end of his ministrations, his tight cunt hardly being able to fit all of him, so, so perfect, his little toy, made just for him—

Sweat dripped down Jayce’s hairline as he caught his breath.

As his mental facilities came back online, shame and guilt immediately coursed through him.

If his theory was correct— and he was a very smart man, of course he was right— he’d just fucked his partner, his best friend, without his permission, without him even knowing it was his dick on the other end of the toy.

Shit. Oh, God.

He pulled out gingerly, not wanting to do any more damage than he already had. In defense of his roughness, he’d thought it was just a toy, until the end.

He turned the fleshlight vertically and held his other hand underneath the slit, waiting for the shameful white globs of cum to drip out… only, nothing came out.

Baffled, he gave the cylinder a little shake. Still, no liquid dripped out, just the slick of the— of Viktor’s cunt. Which was fucking weird, because Jayce knew he came much more than the average person; he’d had equal amounts of praise and complaints about that quirk of his, over the years.

(He considered, briefly, sticking his fingers back in and scooping his cum out, then immediately decided against it. He’s violated Viktor enough for a lifetime, thanks.)

But his cum wasn’t coming out. Which meant… it had to have been transported somewhere.

To the receiving end of the toy.

He couldn’t help it if his softening dick throbbed at the image of Viktor, alone in his bed, the blankets thrown off of him while copious amount of Jayce’s cum dripped out of his used hole onto his sheets. Jayce left him used and marked, ruined for everyone else.

A deep, horrible sense of shame sent heat into Jayce’s cheeks.

Fuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

—

Perhaps bringing Viktor a bouquet of “sorry for fucking your Hextech sex toy, I didn’t know it was actually connected to your cunt, or that you even had a cunt at all” flowers wasn’t the right move, but Gods above help him, Jayce didn’t know what else to do.

He stood in front of Viktor’s apartment door that next morning, hesitating. In one hand he held the bouquet, and in the other he held a full box of pastries from Viktor’s favorite cafe, the kinds that were so sweet as to leave Jayce’s teeth aching yet Viktor couldn’t get enough of.

This left him with the issue of having no hands to knock with, so he gently tapped his partner’s door with the toe of his boot a few times.

“Hey, Vik? It’s me. Jayce. I, uh, brought you some things, and I was hoping, maybe, we could… have breakfast together, and talk?“ Jayce wanted to brain himself on the doorframe right then, his face flushing red. Smooth, Talis. “If you’re even home right now,” Jayce added, belatedly.

“‘M here, give me a minute,” he heard Viktor say, a bit muffled through the thin door. His stomach did a flip and his grip on the bouquet tightened, the paper it was wrapped in crunching in his grasp.

He listened very, very closely as Viktor walked down the hallway leading to the front door. There was the tapping of Viktor’s cane, and his… notably slow steps towards the door. Despite his disability, Viktor was quite quick when he wanted to be. Was he dreading to see Jayce, or was he limping more heavily due to Jayce’s… involvement last night? Jayce’s cheeks felt impossibly warmer, and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest.

A few seconds (though it stretched on like hours) later, Viktor’s door creaked open. The man himself looked dead on his feet. He wore a very oversized sleep shirt (one of Jayce’s that he’d left behind at his apartment, Jayce was pretty sure) and very baggy but soft-looking pants. His eye bags were more pronounced and purpler than normal, like he didn’t sleep at all the night prior. And his eyes themselves were red-rimmed, like he’d been crying.

Panic and dread shot through Jayce’s spine— or it did, up until Viktor’s eyes caught the flowers in Jayce’s hands, and the pastry box in the other. Viktor’s tired eyes brightened immediately, his pale face flushing the sweetest pink and his cute mouth dropping open in surprise. (Had he been expecting the worst at first, just as Jayce had?) When he made eye contact with Jayce for the first time since the door opened, his partner looked hopeful, and Jayce wanted so badly to kiss him.

“These are… for me?” Viktor said, blinking in disbelief, his long eyelashes fluttering as he did so.

“Uh, yeah. I mean, yes! They’re for you. I just figured I… um. Can I come in?” Jayce stammered, breaking eye contact in his nervousness.

“Yes. Yes, you may,” Viktor said, opening the door wider for Jayce and quickly shutting it behind him.

“Before anything else, Jayce, I do have something to ask of you,” Viktor said, turning back to face Jayce after relocking the door.

“Yes, anything, I’d do anything for you,” Jayce blurted out.

Viktor grabbed the bouquet from Jayce’s now-loose grip, holding the flowers gently to his chest with one arm, as if they were a precious treasure.

“When you find your lab partner’s mysterious sex toy in his desk,” Viktor started, “maybe ask him for permission before fucking it like a man starved of pleasure? Hm?”

Jayce sputtered before seeing the teasing glint in Viktor’s eye, and he just nodded, smiling sheepishly.

“And,” Viktor said, pulling Jayce down by the front of his shirt and kissing his cheek. “Thank you for the flowers, Jayce.”

It could be his ego at play, but Jayce had a feeling that Viktor wasn’t thanking him for just the flowers.

Maybe things will work out just fine, Jayce thought, as he followed Viktor into his kitchen, pastries in hand.

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Viktor laid in bed, trying to sleep and failing miserably. He had even left the laboratory early that night against his better judgement, in the hopes that the extra time to himself would result in some semblance of relaxation, which in turn would lead to him being able to sleep.

But, alas, no dice.

Maybe one thing that could help him relax would be if he played with himself, eked out an orgasm or two.

But, no, he’d left his most helpful invention at the lab, and couldn’t be bothered to strain his wrist tonight fingering himself without the help of the toy.

An ingenious little thing, that tool was— a very similar technology as to what was used for the Hexgates, just refigured and shrunk to scale, and configured to his own pussy.

It was a shame that it would never see the light of day, that no one but him would ever appreciate it.

Suddenly, shockingly, completely out of the blue, he felt a brush of something on his folds, gently rubbing over his slit.

…Perhaps he had spoken too soon.

The feeling continued, and he could just envision it now: a finger, much thicker than his own, calloused from use in the forge, tracing over the rim of his cunt like he was made of porcelain or something equally as fine.

Except it wasn’t touching his cunt, not really. It was touching the toy. Which could only mean that… that Jayce had found his toy.

Viktor’s whole body shivered. Did Jayce realize what he had found, what he was doing? Was he toying with him on purpose?

No, surely not. The toy had no outside indication that it was connected to anything (or anyone) else; the runes were carefully carved on the interior of the metal, then hidden away beneath the accurate silicone copy of his pussy.

Still, the fantasy of Jayce playing with him, knowing exactly how to best tease him, sent a thrill up his spine.

Around and around, the finger stroked his hole. He felt himself drip slick, the wetness in his core growing unabashedly at Jayce’s teasing.

Just put it in, damn you. It was no sooner than Viktor had that thought that Jayce plunged a large finger into his hole. Viktor let out a cry as it curled into his most sensitive areas. Did Jayce play with all of his toys like they were real, or was Viktor just lucky? Did he suck on his dildos, too? The image of Jayce sucking on Viktor’s diminutive cock, staring up at him with blown out hazel eyes, flashed in his mind and Viktor clenches down on— well, on nothing, really.

Viktor wondered then, as a second astonishingly thick finger slipped in alongside the first, what his cunt must have looked like then. Did it gape, just for Jayce? Of course, Viktor’s spine will not allow him the luxury of bending over and looking at his hole, but maybe if he…

Viktor lowers one hand beneath his sleep pants and past the band of his underthings, past his own aching dick, and sure enough, his pussy has a slight gape to it where Jayce is carving a space for himself. Holy shit. This man would be the death of him, and yet he was none the wiser, thinking he was simply playing with Viktor’s toy. Viktor moaned against his will, moving his hand back out to clutch at the bedsheets beside himself.

Jayce curled his fingers into that perfect spot one last time before pulling them out, and Viktor cried out in mourning when they left his cunt.

Then something else brushed against his slit.

Was that…

Was that the head of Jayce’s cock?

Surely fucking not. Surely it was something other than that. It felt far too large to possibly be—

Viktor felt as if the breath were knocked straight out of him when the head breached his cunt.

No, yes, that was Jayce’s dick, holy shit, he really was just that large. He feared his poor cunt would never return to the same shape after Jayce was done with him, his cock slowly, slowly inching deeper and deeper, seemingly endlessly.

Just when he was sure that there was no more room left inside of him, when he was certain that Jayce was in his lungs, he felt him bottom out, the echo of heavy balls brushing just under his pussy.

Viktor only had but a moment to breathe before Jayce was using him. There was no better word for what his partner was doing to him— Jayce was slamming in and out of him at the speed of a jackrabbit, or maybe a jackhammer, irreparably using Viktor’s hole like he really was just a toy. He may as well have been; he would be a good toy for Jayce, would let himself be used every day by him if it meant being fucked this well. Viktor let out a sob, overwhelmed in the best way.

And he still had his sleep clothes on, too, though his bottoms would certainly be ruined by now. His shirt was one of Jayce’s, hanging almost to his knees when he was standing up, like a nightgown. Something about being fucked so roughly while still fully clothed felt awfully, wonderfully promiscuous. Viktor could just picture it: himself working in the lab one day with his full uniform on, sitting at his desk and taking notes, trying not to be distracted by his partner as Jayce fucked into the toy in the other room. Trying to act as if nothing was amiss, when just underneath a few layers of clothes his cunt was stretched obscenely wide by Jayce’s fat cock… Fuck, he needed it.

Out of curiosity, he lowered his hand to his lower abdomen, and— oh, yes. There he was. Jayce’s cock made his ordinarily flat stomach bulge out ever so slightly due to its colossal length and girth. Jayce had rearranged his guts, had broken him in like he was just an object, just a nice toy to be used. It was a wonder he wasn’t fucking into his cervix, his fucking womb.

His stomach clenched up, and he felt tears roll down his cheekbones. With one more roll of Jayce’s hips, one more thrust wherein he couldn’t help but hit his most sensitive spots just due to the sheer size of his member, Viktor came, hard. He spasmed around the ghost of the cock inside of him, aftershocks rolling through him for what felt like minutes.

Jayce had stopped moving. Why had Jayce stopped moving? Couldn’t he tell how badly Viktor needed him? Yes, he’d just cum, but he needed more, needed that delicious cock to carve a space for itself inside of him, needed it to keep ruining him.

He clenched around the intrusion, urging him to move.

Sure enough, Jayce was spurred back into action, fucking Viktor’s tight hole somehow even harder than before. Gods, Viktor was not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Viktor tried to stay clenched tight around Jayce’s cock, wanted to be good for him, stay useful for him, to milk him dry.

As if sensing his thoughts, Jayce rolled into Viktor just a few more times before he finally finished inside of him.

And he felt him cum inside of him, an impossible amount of spend filling his greedy cunt, and then filling it even more.

“Oh! Oh, Jayce,” Viktor moaned involuntarily. He felt his hole spasm again, the cum staining his underwear and his sleep pants irreparably. He would have to change those later… in the morning, maybe.

Gods. Viktor covered his flushed face with both of his hands. What has he done? How could he face Jayce in the lab tomorrow, or ever look him in the eyes again? Jayce was a smart man— surely he caught on that the fleshlight was no ordinary faux cunt to fill, that it was real, that it truly belonged to none other than his partner.

He felt another dribble of Jayce’s cum— goodness, that man came a lot, and Viktor faintly wondered if his abdomen would have bulged with it if Jayce had gone more than one round— spurt down his thighs.

Fuck it, at least he’d had one last hurrah before his life and partnership was over.

(And, well, Viktor wouldn’t know it then, but he would be very pleasantly surprised by Jayce’s reaction come morning.)