Fyodor's mind and body were at war as Nikolai pulled their bodies together. A part of him wanted to push Nikolai away, to maintain his distance. But another part of him - a part he couldn't control - wanted to give in to the heat and the tension building between them.
"Nikolai..." He muttered, his voice a mixture of warning and desire.
Nikolai's smirk grew wider at the sound of his name falling from Fyodor's lips. He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart now. His hand on Fyodor's hip slid around his waist, holding him firmly in place.
"Ah, listen to you, saying my name like that." He whispered, his breath hot against Fyodor's ear. "You sound so good when you're desperate."
Fyodor couldn't resist the shiver that ran down his spine at Nikolai's words. His resolve was slowly cracking, his body responding to Nikolai's touch and his words. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Nikolai, please stop." he whispered, his voice a mixture of frustration and desire.
Nikolai chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how easily he was able to affect Fyodor. He pulled him even closer, almost flush against his own body now.
"Why should I stop, when you're enjoying it so much, Dosto? Your body is practically begging for more."
Fyodor let out a low, strangled moan as Nikolai pulled him closer, the heat between them almost unbearable now. He tried to resist the urge to give into the desire, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.
"Please, Nikolai, we can't-" He tried to protest, but his voice was shaky, betraying his growing desire.
Nikolai smirked at the sound of Fyodor's strangled moan, enjoying the effect he was having on him. He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against Fyodor's ear as he spoke.
"Oh, I think we can..." He whispered, his hand on Fyodor's hip tightening its grip. "And seeing as how you can't even say my name without moaning, I think you want to, as well."
Fyodor's body shuddered at Nikolai's words, the heat and tension between them becoming almost unbearable now. He knew he should pull away, he knew he should resist the growing desire, but Nikolai's touch was too much, too addicting. He let out another strangled moan, his voice a whisper.
"I...I..." He couldn't even bring himself to form a coherent sentence, his brain too clouded with desire to think straight.
Nikolai chuckled once again, clearly enjoying how undone Fyodor had become. He leaned in even closer, his lips almost touching Fyodor's neck now.
To be continued.
