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Nikolai moans around Fyodor’s dick once more as he thrusts into his mouth, head thrown back and eyes shut as he basks in the pleasure of using him like a fucktoy.
“Just like that, Kolya.” Fyodor moans, thrusting again and again, not giving a shit whether he fucks his throat raw. Nikolai swallows around him eagerly, earning a high pitched whine. “You’re such a good slut.”
Nikolai’s brain melts a little more. Slut. He’s a good slut.
“If you take all my cum in that fucking,” Thrust. “Sinful,” Thrust. “Mouth of yours, I’ll let you try your new toy today.”
Nikolai nods, drool slipping past his lips in thick beads. His nails dig into Fyodor’s thighs as he straddles his chest, pinning the taller man’s hands to either side of his head.
“That’s it, pet, take more.” Fyodor sighs, biting down on his bottom lip as Nikaolai begins swirling his tongue around him once more. “I know you can.”
He’s gripping onto Nikolai’s thighs so hard, he’s sure they’re bruising by now, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is Fyodor’s pleasure. That’s all that matters.
Another thrust, this one is harder, deeper and the dizzying feeling in Nikolai’s head intensifies. He tries to catch his breath, something difficult to do with Fyodor’s cock shoved deep down his throat.
A soft hand pushes his hair off of his face and he peeks through his teary eyes.
“That’s my good pet.” Fyodor hums, his touch is soft, almost angelic as he runs a hand down his cheek. “You can count down for me, can’t you?”
Nikolai nods hastily, his blurred vision sharpening immediately. Fyodor smirks down at him, his cloak hanging loosely on his bare shoulders and wine coloured eyes laced with lust. His hair is tied back too, bangs falling loosely on his face and bouncing his every thrust.
In contrast to his composed state, Nikolai is a mess. His hair is scattered around the sheets and his body is completely bare, except for the dark bruises littered across his chest from when they entered the bedroom. Fyodor latched onto him immediately, melting Nikolai with praises, his lips marking every inch of his exposed skin until he was only a puddle made to obey his every need.
Nikolai’s thoughts come to a halt as Fyodor thrusts harshly into his mouth. He gags, sobbing around his dick and letting out a shaky. “One.”
All he gets is a nod and another thrust. Nikolai moans out a high pitched: “Two.”
And it keeps going. Fyodor thrusts harder and harder, offering him the barest of praises that feel so fucking good and warm every time.
When his lover cums, he lets go of Nikolai’s wrists and fists his hair, burying his cock deep in his throat to deny him the pleasure of tasting.
“That’s my good pet.” Fyodor sighs, allowing Nikolai to suckle on his soft cock a moment longer as tears dry on his face. “That’s right. Get me all clean so I can reward you.”
Nikolai nods, hooded eyes blinking out their final tears as Fyodor pulls out. He breathes heavily, panting to catch his breath as his lover slips off of him, reaching over the edge of the bed and concealing what he grabs inside his cloak.
“Is my pet ready for more?” He coos and Nikolai nods hurriedly, sitting up and wincing at the pain in his throat. The burn is pleasant, of course it is, just like everything Fyodor lets him have.
“Y-Yeah...” He sighs. Fyodor’s eyes flick meaningfully to his thighs. For the first time, he’s left them completely bare, except for the bruises left from a moment ago.
“Hm…take two more minutes.” He decides, nestling on Nikolai’s lap. He nods in reply. Fyodor watches him critically before realxing and meeting his lips with a kiss that’s too innocent for the current situation.
“You’re doing so good for me today, pet.” He praises, allowing Nikolai to wrap his arms around his waist. “You always make me feel like heaven. You deserve to be rewarded like this every day, don’t you? Say it. Say you’re my good pet.”
“I-I’m such a good pet…” Nikolai moans, mind muddled and words slurring into each other.
“That’s right.” Fyodor reaches into his cloak and his heart rate quickens in excitement. “And you’re going to be rewarded. What do we say when we’re rewarded?”
“Thank you.” Nikolai says obediently, whining as Fyodor slides off of his lap.
“Good boy.” Fyodor finally nestles in front of his bent knees and puts his hands on them. “Spread your legs for me, Kolya.”
He does so obediently just as Fyodor places a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back so he’s lying down.
Then, there’s something cool tracing his thighs. Nikolai watches as Fyodor takes one of his legs and hooks of over his shoulder, the cool leather of a paddle tracing idle patterns on his thighs.
The handle is a sleek grey metal, but the head is a deep, rich purple with text emblazoned in gold on either side. Pet.
He whimpers quietly at the sight. Fyodor, who’s been playing with the muscle of his thighs with his free hand, looks up, eyes like fire when he meets Nikolai’s.
“Do you like it, pet?” He asks quietly, slowly bringing it to his cheek and caressing it. “It’s all yours. I had it made just for you. What do you say?”
“Thank you…” He whispers, swallowing deeply when Fyodor brings it to his lips, gently prodding them and slotting it into his mouth. Nikolai sucks obediently, tasting the expensive leather desperately.
He moans when Fyodor pushes it deeper, swallowing gratefully.
“That’s it pet.” He mumbles as he pulls it away, bringing it back to his thigh. Then, he raises it, just slightly and slaps it down with a harsh crack.
Nikolai moans, toes curling as with plain and pleasure in a sweet intoxicating mix. He feels Fyodor’s tongue caressing the mark, and opens his eyes that he didn’t know he even shut to find him watching him expectantly, lips closed over the fresh bruise as he suckles on it.
“Th-thank you.” Nikolai chokes out and is blessed with a smile on return.
“That’s my perfect pet.” He mumbles into his skin. The paddle circling a new spot nearer to his aching cock.
The next crack is harder, causing Nikolai to jolt up in shock before falling back onto the sheets with a breathy whine. “D-Dos-kun, p-please…”
“Hm? What is it, my pet?” He coos, licking the newer bruise now. “Do you need me to stop?”
“N-no, never.” Nikolai sniffs, mewling as Fyodor presses his fingers to the mark left by the first whip. “C-Could you please tie me up?”
His voice is all over the place, shaky and desperate. Fyodor’s eyes spark with a new hunger. “Of course my pet. Do you want me to use your rope.”
“Yes, please.” He sighs and Fyodor reaches near the bed again and picks up a thick black rope. Nikolai sits up, getting into position with his hands over his head obediently as Fyodor straddles him once more.
“You’re so perfect, pet.” He praises as he gently and begins tying him up. “And you look so good when I use you, don’t you?”
“I- I love it when y-you use me, Dos-kun.” He whines, shivering as Fyodor kisses his lips a final time.
“You’re so wonderfully obedient, my dear.” He smiles down at him and crawls back over to his thighs.
Then, the paddle is back in his hand and Nikolai doesn’t get any time to prepare when he’s faced with two harsh slaps in the same spot. This time, when his body bucks up, his restrains hold him down, allowing him to bask in the fucking glorious feeling of Fyodor’s godly tongue on his sensitive skin, saliva coating his bruises like drops of gold.
“F-fuck- thank y-you.” He blurts out despite his brain fogging up.
The pattern of bruises on his thighs only grow, the only sound in the room being the slaps over the head of the paddle marking him deliciously and Nikolai’s own moans.
By the end, he’s sobbing under Fyodor’s fingertips, cheeks red, but practically nothing compared to his thighs. They’re littered with a few stray cuts as well, not deep enough to bleed, but the grate of Fyodor’s tongue on them makes them sting wonderfully.
He’s cum twice too. Once as Fyodor abused the same spot over and over until it was numb and once when he moved his hand over the tip of his cock as he was on the edge, bracing his fingers and flicking it harshly just as he began marking a new area, a sadistic glint in his eye.
Now, Fyodor’s shushing him gently, massaging his thoroughly abused thighs as he nears yet another release. Nikolai isn’t faring too well either, slipping into that fuzzy state that messes his brain up so much that he whites out until he wakes up with his lover by his side, kissing his temple comfortingly.
“D-Dos-kun, I’m so fucking close.” Nikolai breathes, his restraints loosely considerably by now. “I n-need one more, please…”
“Is that so?” Fyodor hums, kissing one of the fresher bruises. “Hm…how does my pet want it?”
“A-Anything…” Nikolai slurs out. “J-just need one more.”
“Anything?” Fyodor’s eyes glint as he lowers his thighs again. “Well, how can I say no to that?”
Nikolai watches as he takes his cock in a hand, pumping it gently before kissing the tip. His lover tilts his head up, locking eyes with him as his tongue flicks the tip before swirling around it.
Fyodor continues pace, playing with his cock between his lips and, just as Nikolai is on the edge again, his fingers dig into his thighs, pressing into the bruises and everything has started going white.
He feels so fucking good. So fucking warm and his limbs feel floaty and Fyodor’s not next to him anymore-
No, he’s in bed.
Nikolai opens up to find the orange light if their bedside lamp is on. And he’s wearing a sweater. He lifts his head to find Fyodor between his thighs, fully dressed, hair falling over his shoulders and glasses perched at the edge of his nose as he skillfully massages his thighs.
“Lay back down, Kolya.” He says easily without looking up. He’s rubbing something onto them too, he realises. Fyodor seems to notice his confusion. “Massage oil. Apparently it’s good for your skin.”
Nikolai nods, laying down and yawning. “How long have I been asleep?”
“An hour.” Fyodor answers just as he notices the sheets have been changed. “I made you hot chocolate too.”
“Ooh, lemme go-” But Fyodor pushes his back onto the bed, leaning over his spread legs to pin his hands on his chest and kiss his cheek.
“Rest, Kolya.” He hums quietly. “You were so good for me today.”
Nikolai shivers. “Can’t even remember half of it.”
“You were amazing, take my word for it.” He kisses him a final time. “Stay here, okay?”
“Yeah.” Nikolai breathes. “Okay.”