melting snow [Fyolai]

5

Nikolai finished his speech and winked at his partner, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek. He leaned close to Fyodor’s ear and whispered, “I’ll stop the moment you ask, I’m here to worship you and lend you a mirror view into your own fragile humanity.”       Fyodor chuckled against his thumb and smiled, fixing his own gaze on Nikolai. Fine, if this is the kind of game he plays.         Nikolai moved back up, thumb still inside Fyodor’s mouth.

Once again, he smiled with amusement and proceeded to move it around, stretching the other’s cheeks and pulling at his teeth. He enjoyed the feeling of empowerment over the other. A devotee that wanted to break him apart, lovingly. Fyodor grabbed Nikolai’s wrist and started to coat his thumb with saliva, all whilst keeping up eye contact. Nikolai smiled at the sight, but pulled his hand away. He looked at it for a brief moment, then shifted his gaze back to Fyodor beneath him. Grabbing at his sides with both hands, Nikolai took off the man’s shirt and discarded it. Before the other had the chance to do anything, Nikolai was already attacking his mouth and then neck with kisses. His hands traveled from his sides to his chest, up and down. It seemed that he was adoring him, every part of him. His hands settled atop the man’s breasts and the moment his fingers caressed a pair of sensitive nipples, his teeth were gnawing and the other’s Adams Apple. The bites were not light, they made Fyodor’s throat ache uncomfortably, yet he was aroused.

The way that Nikolai pinched and pulled at his sensitive chest and painfully marked his throat caused Fyodor to huff out low, indulgent moans. Nikolai’s area of focus moved lower and lower, until the trail of marks stopped right in the center of Fyodor’s ribcage. He looked up at the saint beneath him and appreciated how he was getting sucked into a sea of pleasure, all because of Nikolai himself. Without wasting another moment, Nikolai re focused his attention back to Fyodor’s chest. His tongue gently gazed over one nipple before licking it entirely. He took it into his mouth, teasing and tugging on it while his right hand made do with the other.

This achieved a higher pitched noise out of Fyodor. However, it was not quite enough just yet. He bit down hard at the stressed bud, then pressed his thumb painfully into the other. The receiver moaned louder, bucking his hips onto the other’s. Nikolai chuckled against his chest, Fyodor’s reactions truly amused him. “Getting needy, are we?” Nikolai teased.    However instead of a verbal response, he received a grip at his own hair that forced his head upward and facing the instigator.        “Run your mouth like that and nothing will get done, do your job and stop stalling,” Fyodor said, sounding very demanding. But no amount of self control would hide the remnants of lust in his expression and a heavy blush that was impossible to suppress.        
All Nikolai did was smile genuinely at his dear friend and grab him by the hip bones, sliding his bottom downwards and towards his own crotch. Almost instantaneously, Fyodor was able to feel how hard Nikolai was. He didn’t even notice how he himself looked to the side because of some feeble feeling of embarrassment.        Nikolai knew what he was doing, thus he only got more riled up when he saw that it was working on the other. He bent himself over to start kissing at Fyodor’s lower chest and stomach, all whilst fiddling with the buttons on Fyodor’s pants. Once he got them undone, he sat up and looked at his partner, awaiting some response.        Fyodor didn’t process at first, and then the realisation hit him. Eyes open wide from embarrassment (wether it be from his slow reaction or because he knew what was coming next), he gave the other a restrained nod of approval. That was enough for Nikolai, point was taken and he didn’t waste any time getting those tough winter pants off of Fyodor.    

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685 words. Iam sorry for a bad ending. Next time I'll make it better.