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Jayce needs to run. He needs to turn around, go home and scrub this from his memory, but he can’t move. His feet are stuck, rooted to the ground as he stares, wide eyed at Viktor, lips parted as drool drips from the corner of his mouth onto the desk. Jayce’s desk. The sound of loud, punched out whimpers fills the room and Jayce can fucking hear how wet Viktor is because there’s an obscene squelching sound that fills his ears with every harsh snap of the stranger’s hips.
“Fuckin’ slut- you really like that, huh?” The stranger speaks again, amusement clear in his voice as he taunts Viktor. “Can feel how tight you get when I call you a fuckin’ faggot. Such a pretty little slut.”
No. No way. There’s no way that’s true. Viktor doesn’t like it. There’s no way he likes being a called a–
“Yes,” Viktor’s voice cuts through Jayce’s thoughts, breathless and needy and delicious, “love– love it, more, more, please.”