Viktor reclines on a divan in Mel’s lavish penthouse, shirt pushed open, pants pushed off his unbraced leg, cushioned by Mel Medarda herself as Jayce stands over them both. His nose is buried in coarse hair, Jayce’s strong hands holding his head in place as Mel grazes manicured nails along his chest and abdomen. The weight in his throat is oppressive. Viktor can only just catch sips of air each time Jayce thrusts. Viktor's hands grasp weakly at Mel’s wrists, his body occasionally twitching as it tries to fight off the obstruction in his windpipe. Mel’s hand moves in his lap, fingers wrapped around his cock, spreading his fluids into an ever-growing mess. The pace is just fast enough to titillate. Viktor’s hips buck erratically.
He’s unsure how much time passed since they started. He recalls the start of the evening, the mischievous way his two lovers lured him away from his work. The sun set in a blaze of fire as Jayce and Mel pushed and pulled at him, working together to draw him away from the lab and into their joint embrace. And now here he sits, surrounded and at their mercy.
Viktor attempts a wet cough and opens his eyes, trying to see beyond his tears to Jayce’s face. He thinks their eyes meet, but the thrusts don’t stop. Jayce fucks his throat the way he hammers metals in the forge—steady, relentless. Inevitable. Jayce looks down at him with a single-minded focus, like nothing matters outside of this moment, like he’s a project Jayce is lost in. He feels like a toy, like something for Jayce to use to get off. Viktor's hips jerk up at the thought.
A pinch to his chest stops his mind from drifting further.
“Viktor,” Mel coos in his ear. Long, elegant fingers curl around his jaw, and Jayce withdraws gently. Viktor’s mouth drags off Jayce with an obscene squelch. He can feel two sets of eyes on him, monitoring his breathing. Normally he would object—he’s perfectly capable of deepthroating some cock—but Viktor finds himself unable to string together words. He makes a quiet, questioning sound. One hand reaches toward Jayce, to try to pull him back in, only for that hand to be taken into Jayce’s own, fingers twining. Mel uses the hand holding his face to turn hiim towards her, and suddenly, he finds himself being kissed. Her lips move against his desperately, her tongue caressing his. She tastes of wine and something uniquely Mel.
“Please,” he breathes when they part. The word barely makes it out of his mouth, his lungs working overtime with the torture he’s putting them through. He drops his head back onto Mel’s delicate shoulder. The smell of her fills his senses. He’s unable to stop himself from grinding into her hand. It’s not enough, the touch too light to stoke the fire. Still, he maintains his shoddy rhythm, hips moving desperately as his fingers dig into her legs on either side of him.
Mel’s hand on his jaw tightens. Her strokes pick up speed, drawing out a low moan. She turns his face upward to meet Jayce’s heated stare. A thumb slips into his mouth, caressing the edge of his crooked canine, the tip of his tongue before dragging wetly across his lip. “Please what?” Mel asks mildly. The fingers on his cock speed up, wet noises filling the air. Viktor feels like he's overheating, his brain cooking with a dangerous fever.
He can see Jayce staring down at them, hazel eyes dark, face red from ears to collarbone. His attention flits between their faces, down to Mel's moving hand and back. Viktor's eyes travel lower, to where Jayce jerks himself off with fervor. The head peeks out of his fist and retreats, over and over, the velvet skin coated generously with precum. Viktor is hit with the strong desire to lick it off.
For a second, Viktor imagines the evening ending here—brought to completion with cum coating his lashes, left to recover while Jayce devotes himself to Mel in turn. It's a compelling picture, one that suddenly almost brings him to his peak. A strong shock of arousal shoots through him, and suddenly Mel’s fingers are this side of too much. “Mel,” he gasps.
If she hears him, she shows no sign of it. Instead, her hand speeds up again. Viktor cries out and grabs at her wrist. It’s suddenly too much, too quickly, and he flails a little. A large hand cups the side of his face, Jayce's thumb rubbing at the mole above his mouth. The man's gaze bores into him with equal parts lust and love.
Just before he comes, Mel takes her hand away.
He makes a pathetic sound, hunching over himself with his eyes clenched tightly shut. He forgets that Jayce is watching, doesn't register Mel slipping her other arm around him. He forgets everything but the sensation of coming so close only to be denied, the ache of it spreading through his pelvis. He can barely stand it—he feels like crying out for touch, for release. The air itself feels sharp against his length.
At last, he comes back to himself. None of them say anything. The sound of VIktor panting, almost wheezing, fills the air.
He's drawn out of his daze when Mel shifts away, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Get him to the bed, Jayce,” she commands, even as she looks at Viktor to confirm. Jayce looks at her then at Viktor, asking permission with his eyes. Viktor contemplates walking unassisted before he sighs and nods.
Jayce loops Viktor’s arm around his shoulders before walking them the short distance to the bed. He’s gentle as he situates him in the middle of the mattress, placing their pillows with the same fussy attention he gives anything Viktor-related. He even produces a cloth from somewhere to wipe the fluids off his face. Viktor watches with both amusement and fondness. How funny it is that Viktor is more coddled in adulthood than he ever was in childhood. Unfortunately, it's not something he can say aloud in front of Jayce, lest the man turn those sad, wet eyes on him.
“Do you need to take off your braces?” Jayce asks softly.
Viktor thinks. Keeping them on would help his aches, both present and future. Whatever the night holds, he probably can withstand it better with them on. Still, when he thinks of the amount of sweaty friction his skin will be subject to, he cringes. “Yes, take them off,” he replies. Jayce, as usual, lights up at the chance to help. Together, they make quick work of both his braces and his clothing, until Viktor is once more lying in the middle of the bed. He shivers a little at the loss of warmth and hopes Jayce doesn't notice.
Thankfully, both their attentions are drawn to Mel as she approaches the bed undressed, hair unpinned, glowing skin and gleaming tattoos on full display. She smiles shyly when she notices their joint attention, as if some part of her never quite grew into being part of Piltover high society. She's careful with her movements as she sits on the bed and leans over Viktor.
Their lips meet in a leisurely kiss. One of them sighs, though Viktor can't tell who. Their mouths move together, tongues tracing lips before dipping inside, damp breath fanning against skin.
The bed dips, and the two of them break apart to look at Jayce—clothes gone, cock in hand as he watches them hungrily. He looks startled by their twin gazes. “What? Don't stop on my account.” A beat passes. “Please,” he adds. Mel makes a small noise of amusement and sits up instead. She moves over to kiss Jayce, whispering something in his ear after. Viktor is certain it's something to his detriment. His suspicions are confirmed when Jayce carefully spreads his legs and sits between them.
Viktor smiles up at him. “What are you planning, hm?” Jayce smiles back and shows off the bottle of lubricant in his hand. Then he looks up. Surprised, Viktor also looks up—at Mel, sitting between him and the headboard, rising up in her knees. Viktor catches on immediately. He lifts his arms to steady her as she shuffles downward, somehow making the movement elegant. She is all grace and curves, powerful thighs and a deep, feminine musk as she lowers herself down onto his face. She hovers, worried as always about petty things like possible suffocation. Nonsense. Viktor winds his arms around her legs and pulls. He feels a flare of satisfaction at the faint gasp he hears before he gets to work.
Mel's quiet moans fill the air as Viktor laves her folds with his tongue, sucking gently on each side, dipping his tongue inside to taste her. He licks and sucks his devotion into her skin. He can hear Jayce sear quietly as he watches. The two meet above him, the soft sounds of kissing barely reaching Viktor's ears. He takes out his inability to watch on Mel's thigh, giving it a playful bite. She jumps and lightly swats at his abdomen with a soft laugh. Her hand slides down and gives his cock a squeeze, and this time Viktor can't stifle the sound he makes. Mel laughs again. “I think he's ready,” she tells Jayce.
Ready for what? Viktor wants to ask, but then he feels it—a slick finger tracing his rim, pressing lightly as if too shy to enter. Jayce. He pets around Viktor’s hole, carefully massaging lube around his entrance before he finally pushes in.
He always forgets how thick Jayce's fingers are. The man's hands alone are the size of dinner plates. By extension, each finger is thick enough to almost rival two of his own, and every time Jayce prepares him, Viktor loses his breath at the initial stretch. He spreads his legs further, welcoming the way Jayce's other hand comes up to hold him open. It eclipses him, wrapping all the way around his thigh. One finger becomes two, scissoring inside him, and he buries his noises into Mel’s thigh.
Unfortunately, she grants him no reprieve. A firm grip on his chin directs him back to his task, and Viktor obeys. He’s surrounded by her musk, the tangy-sweet taste of her filling his mouth. He dutifully flicks his tongue where she wants it most, wrapping his lips around her clit to suck gently. She rewards him by grinding down, flooding his senses anew. He almost forgets about the fingers inside him—almost. There’s no way to truly ignore the thick fingers massaging his walls, patiently searching for one specific spot.
There's shuffling before a mouth engulfs his dick. Viktor moans loudly from between Mel's legs, startled out of his rhythm. He hears a soft laugh before Mel leans forward. He feels a second pair of lips meet his dick, and now Viktor has to close his eyes and concentrate very hard on not coming. The two of them don't seem to care about the chaos they're wreaking. It feels like they're kissing around him, lips and tongues sliding against him and each other. Heat and undulating wetness surround his length, with one of them occasionally pulling away to giggle. And all the while, the fingers inside of him are still moving.
Viktor moans and bucks—in what direction, he doesn’t know. Backwards, into those fingers which crook with relentless purpose, or forwards, into the blazing heat of twin mouths? He teeters on that tightrope for who know how long, doing his best to keep up.
Someone swallows him to the hilt, and Viktor comes, hard.
Mel moves off of him, at some point. There’s some shuffling, the sound of cloth rustling. Hands touch him carefully, running soft touches up and down his torso. Eventually, Viktor opens his eyes.
Mel and Jayce both draw back, each obviously assessing him.
“’m fine,” he croaks. Immediately, the urge to cough rears its head, and he turns away to do so. “You two will be the death of me,” he huffs when he turns back around. Both of them look slightly concerned, probably from the coughing, but Mel, as always, recovers first.
“Hopefully not for a long time yet,” Mel jokes as she shifts on the bed. Viktor can’t help the sharp laugh that tears out of him, directly contrasting Jayce’s scandalized squawk. Immediately, Mel and Viktor each extend an arm out to pat consolingly at their shared lover while giving each other looks of amusement.
Viktor sits up, shifting back against the headboard before he pulls gently at Mel’s arm. “Come,” he says, patting his lap. She hesitates before obeying, swinging one long leg and hovering in his lap. He wraps his other arm around her waist, and throws a look at Jayce over her shoulder. The man remains kneeling where they left him. Traces of scandal remain frozen on his face, but his eyes are once more molten hazel as they sweep up the combined figures of Viktor and Mel. Jayce’s eyes smolder as he meets Viktor’s gaze. Viktor smirks at him before returning his attention to Mel.
“You haven’t finished yet,” he murmurs, conveniently ignoring the fact that Jayce hasn’t either. From the sparkle in her eyes, Mel remembers as well, though she plays along.
“I haven’t,” she murmurs back. “Do you mean to fix that?”
Viktor pets her between her legs just to hear her gasp. “Of course.” He gathers wetness before finding the top of her cunt, rubbing light circles around it. She gasps again before moaning quietly.
“What talented fingers,” Mel teases. Her hips begin rolling, trying to push him deeper and deeper. They spend several minutes like that—Mel chasing her pleasure while Viktor drives his fingers deep inside her, both ignoring the sounds of Jayce pleasuring himself at the foot of the bed.
Eventually, Mel looks back at Jayce, gesturing for him to come forward. He immediately drapes himself over Mel, hooking an around her middle and nuzzling behind her ear. She meets him in a kiss broken by a moan as Viktor crooks his fingers inside her. Mouths slide against each other as Viktor watches, heat simmering under his skin. They stay like that for a while, three people twined together, skin pressed to skin.
Finally, Jayce gets up on his knees and pulls Mel’s hips back. “Please, Mel, I can’t stand it,” he gasps. She makes encouraging noises and pushes back against him. Viktor finds himself distracted as Mel gasps and tilts forward, pushing her breasts into his face. He takes the opportunity to bury his face in between them. Mel’s chest smells like heat and sweat, like Mel’s favorite perfume and a little like Piltover night air. He takes one breast into his mouth and sucks to hear her cries. He stops when Jayce pulls Mel away, and her breast pops out of his mouth.
“Sorry,” Jayce gasps. He’s thrusting at a decent pace, sweat dripping down his brow. The two of them are truly going at it now—Mel on her knees, bracing against the headboard, and Jayce behind her, hands wrapped around her generous hips. The lamplight makes their skin gleam.
Viktor takes it all in.
His hand once more finds its way between Mel’s legs, and caresses the place where his lovers are joined. Long, blunt fingers slide among slick folds, making more of a mess as both Mel and Jayce groan.
The two have slowed down to a grind, and despite being tangled in each other, they both look down at Viktor with flushed faces and heavy eyelids. Viktor slowly draws his hand back and makes a show of licking it clean, before he immediately puts it back, fingertips flirting with the edge of where Mel is open and dripping.
They let out twin moans, and Jayce jolts them forward. The two of them grind against each other and against Viktor. He continues his ministrations, mouth at Mel’s breast and a hand between her thighs, deftly massaging her. The air fills with slick sounds and bitten-off moans, and between his own legs, Viktor’s cock makes a valiant effort to rejoin the commotion.
He pulls away from Mel’s chest when her noises get louder. She has her head thrown back, eyes closed as Jayce presses his face into her neck. Viktor makes sure to keep his hand working away. He watches as their rhythm grows frantic until they both reach their peak.
The two of them collapse forward, Jayce barely managing to brace the two of them before they crush Viktor. For a while, there is only quiet panting. Both of them have their eyes closed. Viktor watches them, entranced despite himself.
Mel is the first to open her eyes. She smiles down at Viktor before nudging back against Jayce, guiding him to flop down next to Viktor on the bed. She snuggles herself in between them, and the three of them drift off into sleep.