Fyolai smutshots

Behave

Fyodor has been held up in his workspace area for quite a few days. Making plans and finding out information for the near future. Sure, he gives Nikolai attention from time to time, but the effort isn't enough for the jester. He craves for something more. Yes, Fyodor's work is important, but so is he.

He walked to the door of Fedya's work area. When he opened it, there was wires everywhere with Fyodor sitting in a chair staring at multiple screens. Even though Nikolai was quiet, Fyodor knew he was there. However, he didn't move an inch to show attention at all to his beloved.

Nikolai gradually got closer until he stood right by Fyodor's chair.

"Dos-kun, can we pleaseee do something?" The jester spoke out trying to get Fyodor's attention. He didn't look his way, instead he let out a small sigh. He patted on his own thigh to tell Nikolai that he could sit there.

Koyla quickly used his ability, Overcoat, to sit on his love's lap. His thighs were strattling Fyodor's. Nikolai slowly set fully down, "accidentally", grinding against Fedya.

Nikolai was happy getting the attention, and to almost be getting the one true desire that he wanted. He continued to slowly grind until Dostoevsky grabbed Gogol's hips taking control.

"I still need to work." Fyodor said coldly with his Russian accent lacing every word, as he was never that affectionate.

This wasn't enough. Gogol thought he was getting closer, but at this rate it'll go nowhere.

"Dos-kun, please let me have you in me." Nikolai said, staring into his lovers dark lavender eyes.

Fyodor sighed again, silently obliging. Nikolai used his ability to get off of Fyodor and remove his pants and underwear. Meanwhile, Fyodor slowly removed his belt allowing easy access.

Nikolai came back onto Fyodor to straddle him, being completely naked from the hips down. Gogol reached down to Fyodor's pants, going inside them to touch his cock. He stroked it slowly, happy to feel it once again.

Fyodor still had no emotions on his face. They had sex somewhat often, so he was used to this. Nevertheless, it still aroused him.

Without even taking prepping into consideration, Nikolai took Fyodor's hard cock out of his pants, lining them up to become one. Nikolai went down hard, it even caused Fedya to jolt.

"Ngh~ Fedya" he moaned out, blushing profusely. The moment ended however. Dostoevsky once again had one hand on Nikolai's hips to stop the movement, and the other hand on the back of Koyla's head. With Fyodor fully in Nikolai, he pushed him towards his shoulder to rest on.

"Hey! This isn't fair. I'm not your cock warmer." Gogol exclaimed. Fyodor didn't bat an eye to it, he just continued working.

Nikolai started wiggling around, but not much because Fyodor would hold him still. Suddenly, a thought hit his brain. He turned his head slightly for Dos-kun's neck, running his tongue up it slowly. Giving small bites every few seconds. They left purple and red marks on his lovers pale skin quickly.

All Fyodor did was push Nikolai's head back to his shoulder and state, "Behave."

Koyla wasn't going to have it. He quickly did more of it, more aggressively. Biting harder, and even managing to grind harder.

Fyodor suddenly stood up, causing Nikolai to almost fall off with a moan escape his mouth, before Fyodor caught him roughly. He moved his keyboard on the desk back, and replaced it with Koyla. Gogol's back was on the desk, with Fyodor standing, and them still being connected.

"I told you to behave because I was busy, dear." He glared down at Nikolai, then continued, "You know I don't like you trying to be the dominant one, you remember what happened last time?" Fedya said with his signature smirk that always seemed to spark something in Nikolai.