Title: Good Boy
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Characters: Jayce/Viktor
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count: 550
Additional Tags: Praise Kink, Embarrassment, Humor
Challenge: threesentenceficathon
Prompt: the absolute worst time to discover you have a praise kink
Summary: They're in the middle of a Council meeting when Jayce makes a horribly timed discovery: he likes it when Viktor praises him. Like, really likes it.

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"It's ingenious, actually," Viktor says almost absently in the middle of enlightening the Council about the details of their latest hextech breakthrough. "I wish I had thought of it myself, but, eh, Jayce's ideas are often quite illuminating. That you expelled him without seeing his true potential remains an act of sheer folly."

Viktor continues to talk, but Jayce doesn't hear any of it. He stands attentively at Viktor's side, hands behind his back, pretending to listen as he battles the hot flush of arousal that sweeps through him at Viktor's praise. One hand grips his other wrist so tightly he's worried he's going to snap the bone. Is Viktor still talking about him? Can the whole Council tell what's happening? Fucking hell, what if Caitlyn's mom sees him with an erection?

He risks glancing down just as there's a flurry of paperwork being gathered. The meeting must be over. Jayce nearly jumps out of his skin as someone touches his arm.

"Jayce? Are you all right?" Viktor looks up at him with mild worry in his gaze, clutching a tube of blueprints to his chest. "You look unwell."

Shifting his cane and blueprints to the same arm, he lifts a hand to Jayce's forehead to feel his temperature before Jayce can stop him.

"You're burning up," he says in surprise, pulling his hand back.

"I'm fine," Jayce says quickly, looking everywhere but at Viktor. Oh, shit, Cassandra Kiramman is coming over here. He snatches the blueprint tube from Viktor and strategically positions it in front of himself. "Here, let me help with that."

"Excellent work, boys," Cassandra tells them. "I hope we can expect even more promising results at our next meeting."

Viktor, who had been glaring at Jayce for stealing his blueprints, narrows his eyes in a thoughtful expression that makes Jayce even more worried than he'd been before.

"With Jayce's brilliant mind on the problem, we should have everything smoothed out shortly," Viktor says with a drawl that makes his accent even more pronounced. "Working with him has been rather invigorating. I find myself unable to keep up at times."

"You're being modest," Jayce mumbles, certain that his face is hot enough it's noticeable by everyone around him.

"You're not being modest enough," Viktor retorts, and it startles a laugh out of Jayce. "Excuse us, Councilor. I'm afraid we have somewhere to be."

Jayce nods at Councilor Kiramman as he makes his escape, still holding the blueprint tube in front of him like a shield. Viktor keeps a brisk pace ahead of him, and once they're far enough away from the Council chambers he asks,

"So what was it I said?"

"You, uh, called my work ingenious."

"As I've done many times before."

"Not in front of other people."

Viktor glances back over his shoulder at Jayce, eyebrow raised. "That's it? That's all it takes?"

Jayce nods miserably. "That's it."

"Hm." For a moment Viktor's cane clunking against the tile is the only sound in the echoing hallway. "Are you fit to return to the lab?"

Jayce nods, then hastily says, "Yeah."

Viktor looks back at him again and smirks--a perfect imitation of the moment before an unlit fuse is brought to an open flame.

"Good boy," he says, low and even. "Let's get to work."