"Hold still, baby," Hikaru commanded, and he grabbed one of Pavel's cheeks in each hand, spreading them wide. Pavel swore in Russian and Hikaru felt Pavel's muscles clench beneath his hands. He dove in, making his tongue into a spear, and worked at Pavel's asshole with it until Pavel whined and relaxed a little, letting him in.
Pavel didn't taste like much, but excitement shot down Hikaru's spine in electrical shocks that he was doing something so dirty, something that had given him an instant erection the first time he had heard of it. He'd never trusted anyone enough to even suggest it, but there was something about being with Pavel that made everything okay, as if they existed in their own bubble in which nothing could ever be gross or wrong or dirty, just beautiful, just fucking hot and perfect and everything Hikaru needed all at once.
Pavel squirmed, rutting against the bed, and Hikaru took his mouth away from Pavel's hole long enough to whisper a handful of words of encouragement, words like God yes baby make yourself come. Pavel took those words to heart and keened as he rubbed himself harder against the sheets, Hikaru's tongue spearing into him once more.
When Hikaru took his tongue out and kissed Pavel's loosened hole over and over again, Pavel sped up, and Hikaru knew he was close. He took his own cock in hand, squeezing at the base and then smearing the precome that was pooling at the tip down over his shaft. He wanted to come so, so fucking badly, but he had to wait, had to make Pavel come first.
He attacked Pavel's hole with renewed vigor, devouring it, his mouth working frantically, moreso than he had worked at Pavel's mouth the first time they had kissed, desperate and dirty and perfect. It was sloppy, but he didn't care, especially when Pavel cried out and shook all over, repeating Hikaru's name like a mantra, coming and coming into the sheets.
Finally, he pulled away, sitting up with what Hikaru figured must be the last of his strength and gazing down at Hikaru with bleary eyes.
"I--oh, my God--" he stuttered. Hikaru shushed him and pillowed his head on Pavel's thigh.
"Just--" he said, and Pavel buried a hand in Hikaru's hair, tugging, knowing just what Hikaru needed, and Hikaru whimpered and jerked himself, the taste of Pavel still on his tongue.
He didn't last long, not with Pavel pulling his hair and whispering dirty things--or possibly the grocery list, it didn't matter, because when Pavel said things in that harsh firelight whisper it didn't matter what they were, it was all sex--and he came onto the carpet with his mouth against Pavel's thigh, shuddering and squeezing shut his eyes.
Pavel hauled him up tot he bed and they lay together, panting, Pavel rubbing his feet against Hikaru's.
"I like you inside me," Pavel finally whispered, "Your fingers, your cock--"
"My tongue," Hikaru finished for him.
"Yes," Pavel whispered, "And tomorrow night, I want to do it to you."
Hikaru groaned and rolled over, the image too much for him in his weakened state. He pulled the pillow out from under his head and smacked Pavel with it, then grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, letting Pavel have a taste of himself on Hikaru's tongue.
"You are making me want to do it even more, Hikaru," Pavel warned, and Hikaru laughed.
"I can't stop with you," he said, and he held Pavel close until they were both asleep.
[Part 2 of 2]
Pavel didn't taste like much, but excitement shot down Hikaru's spine in electrical shocks that he was doing something so dirty, something that had given him an instant erection the first time he had heard of it. He'd never trusted anyone enough to even suggest it, but there was something about being with Pavel that made everything okay, as if they existed in their own bubble in which nothing could ever be gross or wrong or dirty, just beautiful, just fucking hot and perfect and everything Hikaru needed all at once.
Pavel squirmed, rutting against the bed, and Hikaru took his mouth away from Pavel's hole long enough to whisper a handful of words of encouragement, words like God yes baby make yourself come. Pavel took those words to heart and keened as he rubbed himself harder against the sheets, Hikaru's tongue spearing into him once more.
When Hikaru took his tongue out and kissed Pavel's loosened hole over and over again, Pavel sped up, and Hikaru knew he was close. He took his own cock in hand, squeezing at the base and then smearing the precome that was pooling at the tip down over his shaft. He wanted to come so, so fucking badly, but he had to wait, had to make Pavel come first.
He attacked Pavel's hole with renewed vigor, devouring it, his mouth working frantically, moreso than he had worked at Pavel's mouth the first time they had kissed, desperate and dirty and perfect. It was sloppy, but he didn't care, especially when Pavel cried out and shook all over, repeating Hikaru's name like a mantra, coming and coming into the sheets.
Finally, he pulled away, sitting up with what Hikaru figured must be the last of his strength and gazing down at Hikaru with bleary eyes.
"I--oh, my God--" he stuttered. Hikaru shushed him and pillowed his head on Pavel's thigh.
"Just--" he said, and Pavel buried a hand in Hikaru's hair, tugging, knowing just what Hikaru needed, and Hikaru whimpered and jerked himself, the taste of Pavel still on his tongue.
He didn't last long, not with Pavel pulling his hair and whispering dirty things--or possibly the grocery list, it didn't matter, because when Pavel said things in that harsh firelight whisper it didn't matter what they were, it was all sex--and he came onto the carpet with his mouth against Pavel's thigh, shuddering and squeezing shut his eyes.
Pavel hauled him up tot he bed and they lay together, panting, Pavel rubbing his feet against Hikaru's.
"I like you inside me," Pavel finally whispered, "Your fingers, your cock--"
"My tongue," Hikaru finished for him.
"Yes," Pavel whispered, "And tomorrow night, I want to do it to you."
Hikaru groaned and rolled over, the image too much for him in his weakened state. He pulled the pillow out from under his head and smacked Pavel with it, then grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, letting Pavel have a taste of himself on Hikaru's tongue.
"You are making me want to do it even more, Hikaru," Pavel warned, and Hikaru laughed.
"I can't stop with you," he said, and he held Pavel close until they were both asleep.