°~Correlation~°

°~Chapter Two~°

Potential TW: Smut
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The last thing Graves expected tonight was to be going to a Russian man's house after getting absolutely wasted, but alas, here he was, walking to Vladimir's apartment. Graves had to hold onto Vladimir as he walked, so he wouldn't fall over. Vladimir had an arm tightly around Graves waist, keeping him close. As if marking him as his own.

To Graves it felt like it was ages until they got to Vlads apartment, even though it was really only a ten minute walk. The lobby of the apartment was nice, pretty fancy too. There was a large chandelier, and lots of bright lights, it hurt Graves eyes, because of the alcohol, but he couldn't care less.

The apartment was quite nice, it was clean and decorated in a modern way. The second they got into the bedroom, Graves was immediately slammed against the wall and lips quickly crashed against his own. Graves audibly grunted as he was slammed against the wall, his head hitting it roughly. Graves put an arm on the nape of Vlads neck, and Vlads arm was holding Graves up against the wall. Vlads hand was basically holding Graves ass, and Graves had his legs wrapped around Vlads waist.

When the kiss inevitably ended, both of them were out of breath. Vladimir smirked when he saw Graves panting for breath, he looked so helpless and desperate. Vladimir grinded his clothed crotch against Graves, and Graves immediately whined and looked up at Vladimir with puppy dog eyes. Vladimir simply chuckled and shook his head.

"So weak and helpless, it looks good on you, Phillip."

Graves wasn't used to people calling him by his first name, but he liked it when Vlad did. He liked how it rolled off his tongue, and he liked how his thick Russian accent said it. Graves smiled softly at Vladimirs words, a slight blush on his face. Graves was panting from all the friction, he decided he had to do something, so he began to quickly unbutton Vladimirs shirt.

"You're quite eager, aren't you?"

Graves rolled his eyes playfully, continuing to unbutton his shirt. Once it was fully undone, he pulled it off of Vladimirs chest and threw it across the room. It landed on the floor, near the closest.

"Don't twist my words, Darling. Just a little excited is all..."

Vladimir smirked and looked down, at Graves crotch.

"Clearly."

Graves was a bit confused until he looked down at his own crotch, there was a growing bulge. He blushed heavily and looked away, embarrassed and a bit humiliated. Vladimir moved his hand from Graves ass, to his crotch, and began to lightly palm his bulge. Graves immediately gasped, he bit his lip, not wanting to make anymore noise.

"Let's get this started, shall we?"

Vladimir didn't wait for an answer, he just quickly undressed Graves, and Graves let him with no resistance. Graves looked down at his now visible and hard cock, he seemed embarrassed to be this vulnerable, especially with a man he barely knew. But Vladimir seemed to enjoy the view.

"Красивый..."

Graves didn't understand Russian, so he heavily hoped that whatever Vlad said about him was good. Vladimir eventually pulled off his own pants and boxers, Graves stared at Vlads member in awe. Graves didn't have a small cock, he was pretty average coming in at about 6 inches, but Vladimir was a good 7-8 inches. Graves hadn't ever been fucked before, so he was quite worried.

"Can... can you go easy on me...?"

Graves was really embarrassed at the question, he didn't want to seem weak, but...he was worried. Vladimir looked up, he nodded.

"If you need me too, then I will."

Graves nodded quickly, Vladimir kissed Graves softly before grabbing some lube. He slicked the lube on his cock, before slowly entering Graves. Graves whimpered, he looked up at Vladimir. Vladimir didn't move yet.

"You can move..."

Graves finally mumbled, Vladimir nodded and slowly started to move in and out. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, along with Graves' moans. It smelled of sweat and musk. Graves leaned forward and rested his head on Vlad's shoulder. Vladimirs thrust eventually got faster and faster, to the point that Graves could barely think. Vladimirs musky scent was intoxicating him, he was beginning to sober up. Graves whined and whimpered as Vladimir hit his prostate. He bit and scratched at Vladimirs back until he could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.

It was a few good minutes till Graves could feel himself getting close, he looked up at Vladimir with pleading eyes.

"V-Vlad I'm getting close..."

Vladimir just nodded, after about a minute Graves finally came. He expected Vlad to slow down, but nope, he sped up. Graves whimpered as his own warm cum released onto his chest, he was getting really overstimulated. But, Graves loved every second of it. It wasn't long until Vladimir came, when he finally pulled out, there was a loud pop sound, and Graves winced as Vlad's cum dripped down his thighs. Graves was panting and out of breath. Normally Vladimir would've just kicked out Graves, but he had the urge to take care of him. Most of the time, Vlad did no aftercare for the women he fucked.

Vladimir set down Graves onto the bed, as if he weighed nothing. He toyed with Graves hair for a moment, before leaving and coming back with some tissues and a cup of water. He cleaned up Graves as Graves sipped the water. When Graves was no longer covered in cum, Graves pulled Vladimir onto the bed. Graves put on boxers, so did Vladimir. Graves nuzzled into Vladimir. But, the small voice in his head returned, telling him that he was a sin, that he was disgusting. It was always his mother or his father's voice.

"Good night, Милый."

Vladimir kissed Graves forehead, and eventually, they both fell asleep.

I'm sorry, I absolutely suck at smut so...
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