A Person I'd Call My Liberty| Fyolai|

Mommy Dearest Is Delulu!!

GUESS WHO'S BACK!!! The song is so fyolai. this is why I love Bambi Baker.
warnings: slightly sexual themes/talk, sensitive wording, more homosexuals (what did you expect?)

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"Would I be punished if I... did that?... if I took far too much, and I just let myself go..."

Nikolai finally went into a blush and had to take a moment think about what to say to this. He knew if Fyodor pushed him too much, his body might just do things on its own, and Fyodor might just be able to lose all self-control. He had to think... and fast. "Well... I think that you would be punished if you did that, but..." Nikolai had to catch his breath, as his voice seemed to falter and shake. He was excited now. Excited at what might happen. "Punished.. But how exactly, dear Kolya?" Fyodor whispered, cupping Nikolai's cheek with one hand. Nikolai found himself leaning into the touch as Fyodor cupped his cheek. He was actually enjoying the touch and the feeling of closeness. He just had one thing on his mind now, but he just wasn't sure if he should give in to his desires and ask for it, or not.

The boy found himself giving in, though and he spoke in a more shaky and breathless voice, "If you did... I'd want you to push me to my limits and have your way with me.." Fyodor felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard the boy's request. He had a feeling that the boy was going to say that... and now, now he was tempted to do just that. He had to hold back a groan as he heard the boy, taking a deep breath before speaking in a more seductive, slightly deeper tone, "Is that what you want? Is that what you want me to do, hmm?" "Stop being such a tease, Fedya." Nikolai pouted, playfully slapping him on the cheek. Fyodor flinched a bit when he was hit, but he had to hold back a laugh as he heard Nikolai. "I'm not teasing you, dear Kolya," he replied in a playful and somewhat seductive tone, "I'm just.. wondering if you really want me to give you everything that you desire, or not." He had to hold back a chuckle as he grinned at the boy.

Nikolai felt a rush of thrill run through his chest as he heard Fyodor say that. Fyodor couldn't help but let out a breathless chuckle as he brought his other hand up to cup the boy's other cheek, and he brought his face closer to the boy's as he replied, "I did hear that, but is that really what you want from me?" He couldn't help but let out a small, teasing smirk as he spoke. Nikolai would of responded. Would of if "Dear Fedya's" mother didn't knock on the door. At least she hadn't walked in for there would be way more to explain with no good outcome. Fyodor let out a soft sigh as he heard the knock at the door. It wasn't exactly a sigh of disappointment, more a small sigh of annoyance that he had to separate himself from Nikolai, and that he couldn't go any further with the boy.

"One moment!" He said, in a slightly frustrated voice, before he returned his gaze to Nikolai, speaking in a slightly teasing tone, "We'll finish this later, Kolya." He reached out and gently pinched the boy's cheek before leaning back again. Fyodor got up and walked to the door, opening it. "Yes, mother?" Fyodor inquired, forcing himself to not show a sliver of the annoyance he felt. The woman had her hands on her hips as she glanced at Fyodor with a slightly annoyed look on her face. "I heard a lot of giggling and laughing coming from your room... would you mind explaining what the two of you were doing in there?" She queried in a slightly suspicious tone. "We were just making jokes, nothing important." Fyodor answered, gazing up at the woman with an unamused look. "Is father going with you, then?" Fyodor questioned.

The woman let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head once again. "Of course not," the woman replied in a slightly amused voice, "He's too busy with business, and I told him that he'd get boring if he came along so he's staying behind." Fyodor couldn't help but roll his eyes as he heard that. Of course the bastard was too busy to come along, and of course the woman said that he would be boring. He couldn't help but let out a small scoff of annoyance. "Okay," he said, with a slight tone of annoyance in his voice, "We'll be fine here for a while, then." Fyodor let out a small groan in annoyance, rolling his eyes again at her. He really did not like how she talked to him. Always so condescending. "Fine, fine..." He began, trying his hardest to not sound irritated or frustrated, "Just... go, already."