Singing For You (Fyozai)

The Power of Money

The sleeping beauty snuggled closer to the warmth he felt near him. He didn't want to wake up but the sleeping beauty's body warned him he had enough rest. Slowly but surely, Dazai's eyes started to flutter open.

The bedroom was dark and the moon was high in the sky. Dazai opened his eyes to see the skin of another human. Startled, Dazai jolted up, sitting beautifully on top of Fyodor.

"Finally awake, I see," Fyodor chuckled.

"How–why?" Dazai stuttered, he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth. Dazai was absolutely baffled at the situation he was in.

"I came to check up on you when I got home. Only to find you fast asleep in bed. I tried my best to wake you up but you slept peacefully," Fyodor said. "Yet, in my useless attempts to awake you, милый, you pulled me into bed and laid upon me."

Dazai made an 'o' shaped face to show his understanding and yet his face turned a pretty pink. Fyodor was rather amused by the spectacle.

Dazai's heart skipped way too many beats. He was baffled by his actions, he simply couldn't believe he had pulled Fyodor into bed with him! Of course, he wanted to get closer to Fyodor but not in this way! Dazai didn't know how long he had been knocked out for–he didn't know how long he had been cuddling Fyodor for. His heart thumped faster than normal at the mere thought of his situation.

While Dazai contemplated his entire life's decisions, Fyodor gladly took in the picture-perfect sight–ingraining it into his mind to keep forever. The flushed cheeks, plump lips, and eyes like jewels glistening under the moonlight described the beauty sitting upon Fyodor. Dazai had his hands on Fyodor's abdomen and his legs spread graciously apart to sit perfectly on top of the Russian. Everything about Dazai–from his looks to his position–in that moment screamed that he was a fallen angel to Fyodor. The Russian wanted nothing more than to switch positions with his lover and fuck him until Dazai was filled to the brim with his cum.

Fyodor genuinely went through many scenarios of what his actions would cause if he actually did submit to his needs. However, the majority of the scenario's ends were far from desirable. Therefore, Fyodor resisted the urge to fuck Dazai into oblivion. His longing for the brunette far outweighed the consequences of messing everything up. Even if Fyodor made up his mind to wait, his body still yearned for the other.

To stop himself from doing anything stupid, Fyodor rested his dainty hands on his lover's rather thick thighs to occupy himself. His hands moved on their own, rubbing and squeezing the flesh. Fyodor was certainly glad he took off his gloves when he got back home or this lucky situation would have never happened.

On the other hand, Dazai jolted at Fyodor's touch. It's not that he didn't like it, in fact, he loved it but it was rather unexpected. He loved the feeling of Fyodor rubbing his hands on his thighs. His only wish would be for Fyodor to take the extra step and squeeze his ass.

Dazai–being extremely comfortable–laid right back on top of Fyodor. The feeling of warmth surrounded his body; the feeling was foreign to him but that does not mean it isn't welcomed. Dazai didn't want it to go away so he leaned forward, grasping at any warmth the other was willing to give him.

Dazai felt the low rumble of laughter from the Russian beneath him. Fyodor once again wrapped his arms around the younger, embracing him to the fullest.

"It is rather late, isn't it?" Fyodor whispered in Dazai's ear, earning himself a little purr from the other. "Are you not hungry?"

As if on cue, Dazai's stomach growled with hunger. Fyodor lowly laughed at Dazai's response. The sound of Fyodor's voice tickled Dzai's ears, not that he minded. He quite liked the Russian being so close to him. It was nice to be comfortable once in a while.