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Viktor had been at the garden cleaning up more of the damage. They were making progress at least. Only a little bit left to do, and that mostly had to be someone who was capable of both flight and not being bothered by sunlight. Since Viktor could do neither he had been working in the battery room. And since that was more technology than biology, he had asked for K's help.

It had been a long day, but Viktor was at least marginally encouraged by the fact that if he slept in K's arms he would not have a nightmare. Right now he pulled off his old threadbare work vest over his head. Since he had been the one to suggest it, he unbuttoned his shirt next, then took off his shoes after he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know where Adele has disappeared too but she usually sleeps on my pillow."

Having showered before changing for bed, K's wearing a pair of loose fitting sleep pants, a sleeveless undershirt, and socks when he pauses in the doorway. He's watching Viktor undress. Openly, at least until he lowers his eyes with a shy smile and steps into the room. The bed dips slightly when he sits on the other side of it.

"Should I look for her?" he asks with a glance toward the unoccupied pillows. It isn't long before his eyes are drawn back to Viktor. After a moment he reaches out to gently pull at Viktor's shirt from behind, a silent offer to help him take it off. K's own shirt could come next, he just hadn't wanted to wander around the lab apartment half-naked.

Edited 2024-11-21 11:04 (UTC)

"You don't need to. I can tell she is somewhere in the apartment, I just don't know where exactly."

When K pulls on the shirt from behind it slides off Viktor's shoulders with ease. Viktor looked over his shoulder with an affectionate smile for K. And once his shoes were removed, Viktor crawled up the other side of the bed and leaned in to kiss K. A slow and lingering kiss. He crawled forward to sit on his knees and only broke the kiss enough to bunch up the hem of K's shirt and draw it off over his head. Viktor leaned in enough to resume the kiss but the bare skin of his chest was resting against K's bared side and instead of a kiss he let out a little amazed sound.

"I...can feel my hand touching you."

Viktor looked at where his hand was touching K's shoulder. The feeling of affection gets a thread of curiosity mixed into it. Viktor could still turn his head a little bit and be kissing K but right now he was focused on where his hand moved to trace two fingers over K's collarbone.

The kiss is a sweet surprise that K's only too happy to lose himself in, so much so that it takes him a moment to realise Viktor's undressing him and lift his arms to accommodate the gesture. The removal of his shirt reveals the pendant that Viktor gave him, as well as lean muscle and smooth skin that defies scarring, and per the preferences of his one-time owner, a lack of body hair where it might normally grow on a human. There's a reason he generally sports some facial hair — because that's a grooming choice within his control, and his facial hair and the hair on his head do grow out over time. His synthetic skin is pliant and natural-feeling, though normally cold to the touch; he's conscientiously used his elemental magic to warm himself up for Viktor's sake, as he always does. And, strangely, despite having been manufactured and not born, he has a navel. It serves absolutely no purpose other than catering to human preferences.

He'd been concerned Viktor might find the very synthetically 'perfect' aesthetic of his body off-putting, and his relief joins their intermingling emotions through their bond when Viktor doesn't even bat an eye, and just leans in, presumably to pick up where they left off...

When the kiss doesn't happen, K looks from Viktor's face to his hand with interest, trying to figure out what's captured his attention like this. Curiously he mirrors the gesture, running the fingers of one hand down Viktor's chest, barely able to hide a smile when he playfully pinches one of Viktor's nipples, unable to resist.

Oh—! The sensation startles a quiet laugh from him.

"And I felt that," he says, fascinated by the discovery. "Like how I can sense your emotions, but with physical sensations. Is that what you mean?"

Edited (couldn't forget mentioning the pendant! it's why i used that icon eheh) 2024-11-22 03:21 (UTC)

Viktor had been distracted by the sensation of his own fingers touching K's collarbone, but the unexpected pinch to his nipple made a bolt of heat go straight through him. Viktor looked at K with a gasp, then his eyes narrowed and he smiled mischievously.

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean."

He leaned in for a shorter kiss, though with a hungry edge to it. He tugged at the waistband of K's pants.

"Take these off. I want to feel as much of your skin against mine as possible."

Saying that Viktor did lean back on the bed, opening the buttons on his fly, and laying back enough to lift his butt and take both pants and underthings off. When he had pushed them onto the floor, he hesitated for a moment, tensing his hand into a fist. Then without allowing himself too much time to chicken out, he reached up and loosened one finger and then the other of the glove that covered his hand. It gets removed and added to the growing pile of clothes. If anyone at all was going to feel concerned about how their body is perceived it should be Viktor. But he took no notice of the parts of K that were more artificial than a human's because they didn't matter to him. Right now he scooted back to lay down in the middle of the bed and opened his arms toward K.

"Come here."

K doesn't immediately move to comply, more interested in watching Viktor removing the rest of his clothing and enjoying the view. But he does want to do more than only watch, so soon enough he stands and sheds his pants and boxer briefs, sparing a moment to neatly fold his clothes before rejoining Viktor on the bed.

The sight of Viktor's bare, void-afflicted hand surprises him, though the emotion is largely drowned out by the affection and desire suffusing their bond as he takes his time feathering kisses up Viktor's body, his fascination only growing when he's able to feel an echo of everything he's doing through their bond. He pauses between Viktor's thighs, briefly stealing a glance at his face before he very intently presses a kiss to the head of his cock, and marvels at the combination of sensations. It's like nothing he's experienced before.

He ends his preliminary exploration by thoroughly kissing Viktor, and once they're lying in each other's arms he reaches for the hand Viktor has always kept covered, wanting to hold it. The significance of him choosing to bare himself completely like this is not lost on K.

"I wonder what caused it," he murmurs, referring to their deepening bond. "Do you think it's permanent?" More importantly: "...Would you want it to be?"

Viktor squirmed a little when K placed a single kiss on the tip of his cock, then almost writhed in place when as much of K's naked skin as possible came into contact with his. Viktor moaned into the kiss and laced the purple fingers of his altered hand in between K's. His palm traced from K's hip, across his ribcage, to just behind his shoulder.

"It's you. You are making your own decisions. "

Viktor was breathless as he spoke in low tones, arching momentarily and then wrapping one arm and both legs around K above him. Technically it was both of them, but it had taken a while for both of their hearts to beat in rhythm. Well metaphorically speaking. Viktor kisses the corner of K's mouth, his voice now coming out more wrecked-sounding.

"You feel more intense than I was expecting."

K's knee had happened to come to rest between Viktor's legs and just then his thigh brushed against the underside of Viktor's erection. Viktor flinched away immediately with a stifled gasp because he was so exquisitely hard. His side of the bond was starting to dissolve into nothing but feelings of heat and echoed sensations. Like two mirrors being pointed at each other.

Viktor's touch is its own kind of magic that leaves his skin tingling in its wake. Intense is an understatement for the heat coiling throughout K's body in both familiar and new dimensions; his senses feel as though they've been ignited. The movements and sounds of Viktor beneath him cause his eyes to flutter closed as he rides out the wave of recursive sensation, and gently squeezes Viktor's hand afterward in a gesture of reassurance.

"I love the way you feel." There are multiple meanings behind his words but he suspects Viktor will understand. "And taste," he quietly adds before bringing their mouths together again, hazily thinking that kissing Viktor has become one of his favourite things to do.

K falls still for a prolonged moment, then carefully begins to shift his position until their erections are pressed together between their bodies. If Viktor had ever wondered about his anatomical correctness, any doubts could be put to rest. He flexes his hips forward with deliberate slowness, just once, simultaneously providing and seeking pleasurable friction.

Viktor groaned, arching his back so that he could grind his hips against K's. The feeling of swollen flesh trapped between them and pressed together was doubled, then trebled. Then, almost as a challenge Viktor kissed K hard and needy, though brief. Took the hand from against K's shoulder, licked the edge of his hand from pointer finger to thumb and made a circle with one hand around both of their cocks.

The first stroke felt like someone had plugged an electrical socket into the base of his spine, making it light up. A jolt of need fired off through Viktor that made his hand stutter for just a moment between the first and second stroke. By the third stroke, Viktor was leaking copious amounts of clear precum. Back arching in an effort to be as close as possible to K. He sounded breathless as he quietly chanted a single letter;

"K...K...K.."

He was close enough to nuzzle against K's forehead and close his eyes. This was something of a shot in the dark since he didn't know if K would like that he was saying it in this context. But as far as a pet name went that evoked nothing but an affectionate response from Viktor, this seemed right.

"...Klimt."

It's so very difficult not answering that challenge by simply fucking Viktor into the mattress the way he's thought about doing since their discussion about fantasies in the garden. Viktor riding him. Riding Viktor. Between that medley of fantasies and the much more tangible white-hot heat building with every stroke of Viktor's hand, every breathless utterance of his nickname, K shivers, the muscles of his hips and thighs tensing with the effort of staying still. No matter how lost in sensation he becomes, there's a part of him aware, always, of his own strength and the need to control it.

He was designed to convincingly emulate some aspects of human sexual response, but in this particular area they differ. Fascinated and aroused in equal measure, he slowly draws the fingers of his free hand through the clear fluid, spreading it across both of their straining cocks held in Viktor's grip, before bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. He wonders what it would be like to have Viktor in his mouth.

Viktor using the name he'd given K as a cat does surprise him. It's quickly followed by a deluge of fond affection and love through their bond and he's smiling as he presses his face into the side of Viktor's neck, humming in pleasure. Of course K likes it. In any context. Viktor gave him that name.

"I want to give you a name, too." In the place he's from, there exists diminutive forms of Viktor's name. More familiar, more intimate forms of address that close friends or family might use. Or lovers. He can't be sure whether any of them also exist in Runeterra for Viktor to understand the meaning, but it feels like a good choice.

"Vitya," he murmurs against Viktor's skin. After a considering pause, he says, "My Vitya." And he begins trailing kisses along Viktor's throat.

Yes, Viktor did know what the diminutive form of his name would be, but right now that was less important than a single word that K had added. With his altered hand held down by one of K's, and Viktor not wanting to move the other hand from being right where it was, K effectively had him pinned. Viktor whined when K was determined not to move his hips at all. But then when K kissed his throat it was all that Viktor could do to close his eyes and to try to arch his body against K while speaking in a breathless but emphatic voice.

"Yours."

And just like that with barely anything more than naked skin touching naked skin, Viktor had dissolved into reflected sensations and love. There was nothing in the bond now except love.

Viktor's legs tense up around K's waist, his entire body arching like a bow pulled taught, and thick ropes of hot cum spill across his knuckles. His hips made little aborted thrusts as he rode the spasms out. After a moment the tense legs fell bonelessly away to flop on the bed sheet. Victor hadn't even had time to actually break a sweat but he was still breathing hard. After a moment he opened his eyes and gave K a big dopey smile.

"As soon as I can feel my legs again I will get us a wet washcloth. I think that may be the fastest I've ever cum in my entire life."

Had Viktor asked him to move, he would have been happy to oblige (eventually, after some teasing) even if it would have quickly overwhelmed them both. Just the incredible feeling of Viktor stroking them together is nearly too much, in combination with everything else.

And maybe K should have anticipated the newfound effects of their bond persisting through orgasm, but he isn't prepared for how intensely he experiences Viktor's release. Almost as though it's his own — he could even swear he can feel his own balls tightening, his own cock pulsing and throbbing. As the tension crescendos into wave after wave of pleasure, heightened to a degree K couldn't have imagined before this, it knocks a breathless moan out of him and he bodily presses into Viktor more fully, trying to get as close as he can.

It's a long moment before he resurfaces but when he does, he carefully shifts off of Viktor to lie beside him instead, though he's still pressed close. Pulling their joined hands to his mouth, he kisses the knuckles of Viktor's altered hand before finally letting go so Viktor can likewise comfortably rearrange himself.

"It's the first time I have." In a manner of speaking; it certainly felt like the definition of a climax. He sounds dazed, pleasantly so, and clearly doesn't appear to mind being covered in Viktor's bodily fluids. He slides a hand down Viktor's stomach and gently runs a single finger along the length of his cock, mindful of how sensitised his skin may still be.

"I don't want you to move... But I also kind of want to share a bath with you." His smile is audible. Then his voice softens, his tone becoming thoughtful when he repeats, "My Vitya."

He hadn't moved from where he had been, only extended his legs, and he held one arm out so that his sticky hand lay off the bed. Viktor's eyes widened as he looked at K beside him.

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

He hadn't moved his altered hand so that it was set beside K, where he had left It. That single kiss to his knuckles did kindle a warm light of affection through the bond at the gesture. It comes from the fact that K chose to kiss the altered hand and showed neither fear nor disgust at doing it either.

Viktor sucked in a quiet partial breath through his teeth and flinched from the single finger against his softening cock. He was still sensitive, and having both a Familiar bond and touching skin-to-skin from Viktor's shoulder to his hip meant that any feeling would be enhanced.

"Well, that would make a first for both of us, since I've never had a bath, only showers. "

"I haven't. I seem to lack that functionality." K eases up on his teasing and instead reaches for Viktor's altered hand again, having noticed his reaction to being kissed there. "But I felt yours," he says as he runs his thumb along Viktor's palm. "I could feel everything..."

Through his self-maintenance research he'd concluded that interfacing might be his best bet for experiencing things of that nature, and tonight more or less proves it. So while he may not technically be capable of orgasm or ejaculation on his own, he can experience both indirectly through someone else — through Viktor, and probably only Viktor, thanks to the bond they share. Who knows, maybe with some adjustments to his system he might even be able to achieve a more direct approximation of orgasm himself. And speaking of firsts.

"Never?" His eyebrows are raised when he lifts his head to look at Viktor's face. "I think we have to now. I'd like to give you that experience. I'll even carry you so you don't have to walk," he adds wryly.

After moving from Viktor's side with some reluctance and standing up, the seriousness of his offer becomes apparent when he's pulling Viktor up into his arms, fully intending to carry him to the bathroom if he allows it. It will certainly be a night to remember.

That makes Viktor laugh a little. Grinning, he scrambles to get one arm around K's neck and his altered hand trying to hold onto a shoulder.

"Ah! K, you don't have to carry me! I don't know if there is even a bathtub here in the apartment."

There was and it even had towels and a few toiletries to match but the idea that K just picked him up to carry him around is funny.

"I'm afraid I must insist," K replies with feigned solemnity, though the combination of Viktor's laugh and the emotions he can feel through their bond soon have him laughing too. Alternative plans could've been made if needed, but luckily there's a bathtub big enough to suit their purposes right there in the lab's apartment. K sets Viktor down and briefly kneels to start the bath water running, making sure it's at a comfortably hot but not too hot temperature. The very last thing he'd want is to accidentally injure Viktor while trying to romance him.

"A moment, please."

Then he steps out to retrieve his spoon from where he'd left it in his coat pocket and summons some items with Lore. Only a few seconds later he returns to the bathroom holding a basket of various bathing luxuries he's seen in shops before, as well as a pair of soft robes. He wants to make it a special experience. A packet of subtly perfumed bath salts are poured into the steaming water first, followed by some bubble bath that begins rapidly producing pastel rainbow suds.

Turning back to Viktor, K pulls him in for a sweet kiss and gestures for him to step in first. "After you," he says with a bright smile. "Let me know if it's a good temperature."

It was hard not to share the good mood, and Viktor was still fizzing with laughter even after K put him down. After he returned with his spoon, Viktor was somewhat confused about what the bath salts were. The bubble bath only served to confuse him further.

"Why are you putting soap in water? Isn't that a little counterintuitive?"

K seemed to be pretty confident in what he was doing, so when he indicated that Viktor should go first and that he should test the temperature of the water, Viktor first put both hands on the sides of the tube. One was pretty normal, but his altered hand clunked against the enamel of the tub like a cross between metal and stone. Viktor sucked in a breath between his teeth as he lowered himself into the steaming water. It was hot enough to tingle up his thighs and stomach but after a moment he grew used to the feeling and sighed with contentment. He always took showers that were so hot they would be considered painful to other people. After a moment he let his hands fall away from the sides of the tab into the water.

"You're asking the wrong robot," K admits as an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. He has about as much experience with luxuries like this as Viktor. "I think it's just for fun. A bubble bath. The bath salts, though, I've heard those are beneficial in a few ways. Such as for pain relief."

It seemed like a nice novelty to try together. If Viktor doesn't care for the bubbles and salts, they can skip them next time — he hopes there'll be a next time, at least. Of the two of them only Viktor is able to suffer burns, so if the temperature is good for him, K has no concerns. He steps in behind him and carefully lowers himself into a seated position with his bent knees bracketing Viktor.

"What do you think?"

Viktor wrinkled his nose a little bit and blew at the nearest pastel bubbles.

"I think that putting soap in water is a silly idea since it makes neither one serve any purpose."

Having said that Viktor first leaned forward in the water, which made tiny waves when he moved. Putting his hands back on the sides of the tub he was able to straddle K. When he was settled everything from his waist to the base of his throat was in direct skin-to-skin contact. Viktor's arms wound around K's neck and he let out a long sigh as his senses started to feel like they were lit flames.

"I also think that I like this better. "

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After shutting off the faucet, K wraps his arms around Viktor as he's getting settled and then comfortably reclines a bit, radiating the same kind of contentment that he does as a purring cat. If he could purr in this form, he would be.

"Me too. You've made me so happy," he says with a quiet earnestness, and begins lightly stroking Viktor's back with one hand. "And I don't mean because you let me feel an orgasm for the first time... though that was good." Even if his erection hasn't fully subsided yet. It would eventually. Probably. He can't really help still being turned on, while holding Viktor like this and feeling the pleasant thrum of their dual connection. But he isn't complaining.

"This feels like the way things should have been all along."

He's just glad they found their way back to each other after how muted their bond had once been. He doesn't want to imagine his life without Viktor in it.

Viktor first laid his head down on K's shoulder, feeling a pleasant sensation from K's fingers against his back. He let out a quiet chuckle about K's amendment about feeling what an orgasm is like.

"That would have been nice, I'll admit."

Viktor is naked and draped across you in a bathtub. He would be a little bit offended if you weren't still hard. His had subsided to a pleasant background state of arousal but it was by no means gone. He curled his arms around K's neck a bit so that he would be able to kiss K's throat.

"But it was more important that you decided what to do for yourself."

K lacks any equivalent to a refractory period, and despite how incredible Viktor's climax had felt even when experiencing it indirectly, it hadn't quite relieved his own aching arousal. Almost the opposite, really. And he's a bit worried about being an inconvenience because of it. And so Viktor being willing to continue being close and touching him is very nice — and helps. His nerves feel as though they're buzzing, and he gives an appreciative hum at the kiss, tightening his arm around Viktor.

"I could have decided for myself even before," he says with a slight smile. "And I did, when I asked you to share a bond with me." Through the pleasant haze of arousal and affection still permeating their bond, a softer feeling of comfort is offered. "But I understand your concerns. You were worried about how my programming might limit my choices with a human partner?"

And it is understandable to be concerned about that, because early on in K's life that would have been precisely the case. Consent doesn't exist for androids where he's from. They'd have to be recognised as actual people first.

"Yes, that is what I was concerned about."

Viktor lifted his head, arms unwinding enough that he was able to cup K's cheek and urge him into a slow, languid kiss. Viktor's tongue licked its way past K's lips and he took his time and tasted as much of K's kiss as he could before he spoke. His voice was quiet, lips within easy kissing distance as they brushed against K's.

"It doesn't seem fair that you can just take your clothes off and touch me to make me cum."

Viktor did lean in enough to actually kiss K. He moved away then but only enough to be a few inches away with his chest and stomach still pressed against K.

"I want to know what makes you feel good."

In illustration of what he meant, he ran a palm from K's chest down under water to his ribs then stomach, and finally spread that same palm very gently across his erection.

Edited (Whoops forgot a sentence) 2024-12-05 02:06 (UTC)

Being kissed so thoroughly is an experience K can never get enough of, and he makes a soft sound of protest when Viktor eventually pulls back. And then when an answer to Viktor's request doesn't immediately come to mind, K is sorely tempted to keep kissing him instead. Maybe that could be answer enough. That makes him feel good. For K, sex has always primarily been for the benefit of his partner, and fulfilling their needs. He doesn't have much experience with this — his pleasure being given focus. Curiosity about what he enjoys.

Maybe that in itself is an answer.

"Making you feel good," he says with a small smile, reaching to run his soapy fingers through Viktor's hair. "Even if we didn't have a bond, it would still bring me pleasure." Though it would be a mistake to think any of it stems from a submissive mindset. If he had his way, he would never be forced to serve or obey again. It's more the opposite, if anything — he really enjoys being in control while taking care of his partner. But domination is far more broad in scope than any single physical act he could name, which is what he thinks Viktor is wondering about.

"I don't have much experience with focusing on my own pleasure," he eventually admits, figuring the truth is probably the best place to start. "But I do enjoy how you kiss and touch me. I'm sorry if..." His brow begins to furrow as he struggles to keep his frustration from bleeding into their bond; he doesn't want to ruin the mood. "If it's disappointing, for you." Or if I'm disappointing. "That I can't orgasm the same way you can."

Viktor leaned forward and kissed K to quiet him.

"Hush. Luckily, we are both more than the sum of what our bodies allow us to do."

Viktor sat upright on K's lap, his skin wet and the ends of his hair damp from the bath water. He put K's hands -one after the other, each with palm against Viktor's skin- decisively on each of Viktor's hips. While they were there, Viktor flattened his hands out so that K's hands would be sandwiched between Viktor's hands and Viktor's skin.

When he looked back at K, the pupils had dilated in his golden eyes. But whether or not K would be able to see that small physical sign, there was a soft and warm feeling in the bond of something a little bit different from the kind of carnal love that K had experienced before, but it was definitely love. The soft and warm kind of love that is so fragile and ephemeral when it is being created, but stronger than steel when it's being tested.

In tandem, their hands slowly started to move across Viktor's skin. To Viktor, it felt like K's touch tingled and felt like magic on it's own. K's palms started to move whenever Viktor's guiding hands moved, first to hips and then the skin over his lower stomach.

"You know I've fantasized about this. About me riding you and your hands being all over me."

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Aw man I wish I had an icon of Viktor laughing

he's so cute c:

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oh no I don't have an icon for this either XD;

oh i WISH i had icons of them sharing a bath ahah

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