The Piltover Academy, though built to impress and show the grandeur of the city, was in its depths a labyrinthine place, full of corridors leading supposedly nowhere of importance, and rooms once used for storage and promptly forgotten.
It retained its charm though, especially during the busy days when all Viktor wanted was a few quiet moments to gather his thoughts. Even in the laboratory wing, swarming with academics and their projects, a few rooms had been conveniently forgotten over the decades.
Viktor often found reprieve in one of them.
It was the size of a closet and all it could store was a dusty floor-to-ceiling bookshelf against one wall and an ancient desk on the other, with a tall, narrow window spilling light in between. The day was bright enough to paint the dust gliding lazily through the air gold.
Viktor quieted his cough, but had no intention of leaving. When he leaned on the edge of the desk, the bottom shelf in front of him was the perfect height to rest his leg on and bring some relief to the pain he’d been walking with throughout the day.
Most of the books tightly packed there were ancient enough that the ink had become unreadable, and many others were written in languages Viktor couldn’t even name. Still, Viktor enjoyed the quiet hours spent learning something new and completely outside his usual field and the sheer randomness of it.
The door creaked open. Viktor froze.
“Oh, dear,” you smiled and slipped inside the room. “And here I was, promising Heimedinger his favorite assistant was busy rechecking the calculations.”
Viktor closed the book in his hands. “They won’t be any different whether I do that three times or three hundred. The fault must lay in the quality of the materials used, but I don’t have access to that.”
“He never listens, huh?"
You leaned on the desk next to him, taking the book he held. The room was tiny enough that it put you shoulder to shoulder with Viktor.
"Not when it comes to his own projects,” he shrugged. He could feel the warmth seeping through your clothes.
Viktor tore his eyes away from you.
“So you decide to busy yourself reading an outdated agriculture manual?”
“It’s better than going through the same numbers again and hoping for a different result.” He waved his hand. “The word insanity comes to mind for some reason.”
The sound of your laugh sent the butterflies in his stomach flying.
You’d known each other so long he must’ve heard it a thousand times by now, but Viktor doubted he’d ever get used to it. He still had to remind himself that somehow you ended up together.
“You better be careful,” he said. “Someone might hear us and ruin our little break.”
“You’re the one slacking off!”
“As if you weren’t supposed to practice before your presentation tomorrow.”
You gasped dramatically. “How dare you say I can’t do that half an hour before the meeting, as I always do. Someone’s getting rude…”
Shivers ran down Viktor’s arms when he noticed the smile playing on your lips. He’d learned everything about it throughout the years.
Viktor glanced quickly at the door that was thankfully still closed when you squeezed yourself between him and the bookshelf. The light from the window erased the shadows from your face when you leaned in to look Viktor in the eyes. Your hands traveled up and down his thighs, sending goosebumps over his skin.
Viktor cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Love, I don’t think this is a good place for—”
You hushed him with a peck on his lips. “Of course it is. You just need to stay quiet.”
Viktor yelped when you caught him under his knees and pushed him further onto the desk. His shoulders hit the wall and his cane rattled slightly, but stayed in the corner by the window. He didn’t need it for once, though, not with his aching knee being in a surprisingly comfortable position—
Viktor’s thoughts scattered when you slipped between his legs, and he suddenly found you very, very close. His sweaty palms were braced behind his back, thankfully beyond your reach.
Your eyes dipped to the blush spotting his cheeks. Viktor could’ve sworn the rapid beating of his heart could be heard in half the Academy.
“What a curious reaction,” you whispered, placing a feather-soft kiss over his cheekbone. “I wonder what you might be thinking about, dear.”
There were very few things on Viktor’s mind when your hand squeezed his thigh and moved slowly upward, as if drawn precisely to the spot his pants felt the most uncomfortable.
With his mouth completely dry, even swallowing proved a difficult task. Viktor eyed the door again, trying his best not to moan when your hand brushed over his bulge. It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you decided to have a little fun in the middle of the day, but certainly the riskiest so far when it came to the choice of a spot.
Viktor liked it.
The fear of being caught was surprisingly thrilling. Viktor caught himself shivering as you undid the buttons of his pants one by one and had to cover his own mouth when you freed his length.
“Someone’s getting impatient,” you whispered in his ear, pumping him lazily with your fist. He was almost hard.
Viktor groaned when you kissed down the tense column of his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps lingering in every place you touched. His cock twitched when he felt you smile against his pulse. His heart threatened to burst from his chest, every beat faster than the last.
Viktor took a deep breath, trying to regain a semblance of control.
Somewhere beyond the wall, in the spacious but old laboratory, a door opened and two voices broke the silence.
Viktor tensed, listening to the people moving some equipment, unaware of being so close, and yet so far away from the rather intriguing scene. They talked about things Viktor couldn’t hear, their words mixing together. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the second pair of doors, the ones half hidden at the far wall. All it took was for one of the students to notice them and open out of curiosity, just like Viktor did when he first noticed the tiny storage room all those weeks ago…
You pinned his hips down with your free hand, holding him firmly in place when he shivered. Your grip on his cock tightened, making Viktor see the stars. A droplet of precum slid down his length and over your hand.
“Careful,” you whispered. “We don’t want them to hear, after all.”
Viktor was in no shape to argue, especially when you nipped at his earlobe, moving your hand further down. He felt his soul leaving his body when you slipped your hand inside his tucked down pants, massaging his balls in precisely the spot you knew worked on him like magic.
A moan slipped from his lips before Viktor caught himself, fretfully glancing at the doors that stayed mercifully closed. He was vaguely aware of people still walking around the other room, but couldn’t focus on what they were doing - not when his pulse was drumming in his veins and ears, bringing him closer to the edge with each movement of your hand. His breathing was labored, and the sweat rolled down the back of Viktor’s neck. Nothing had ever felt so good as the moment you took your lips away from his neck and closed them around his tip.
Your mouth was delightfully warm and wet. Viktor felt your tongue explore the underside of his cock, licking down the precum that leaked before. Your hand moved to the base of his cock, pumping him in tune with your mouth.
Viktor’s legs twitched when he came, and for the moment even the pain of his knee was forgotten. He had no idea if he made any noises when you kept on working him until he was spent and exhausted. His breathing hitched when he saw you lick your lips with a devilish smile and enough satisfaction to put more blush on his face. Viktor was happy he was already sitting.
“Enjoy your break, love. Remember about Heimedinger’s project,” you cooed before straightening up and squeezing out from between Viktor’s completely limp legs and the bookshelf. There was only silence coming from the other room by then, so you creaked the door open and quietly left before anyone from your team missed you.
Viktor closed his eyes, but it did little to calm him.
With a groan, he moved off the desk, trying his best to put himself together with shaking hands. He had no idea how he would look people in the eye once he left his little hiding spot.
Still, he couldn’t stop the half smile working its way onto his own lips. He didn’t think of himself as prioritizing fairness in most areas of his life, and yet he couldn’t stop wondering how he would repay your favor.
