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Kissing Aleksandr Akimov was the most delicious thing in the world. Caviar must taste like mud compared to his lips. Every time they were alone and they could do whatever they wanted freely, Leonid just surrendered himself to Sasha's touch, allowing the older man to do whatever he wanted. But Sasha, like the professional he is, always asked first.
"Do you want to do this?"
"Are you sure?"
"Am I not hurting you?"
Their relationship devolved slow. But Leonid didn't mind. Even if his libido begged for the nastiest sexual acts, Leonid would just trap these thoughts in a faraway room in his brain and hoped they never escaped.
But sometimes they did.
The first time was when they were making out at Sasha's home. It was a small apartment, maybe even smaller than Leonid's, where they could hear the neighbours doing their daily routine. But it didn't matter. They were in their own world. They were sitting side to side, on Sasha's couch, his glasses on the coffee table and gently kissing. It was one of their first times, the novelty never wore off. Leonid's hands were on Sasha's neck, slowly going down to his shoulders. Leonid wanted to feel more of Sasha's warm body. The angle of the kiss was a bit awkward. His neck was in an uncomfortable position. Leonid wanted to kiss deeper, faster, harder, but Leonid didn't dare to say it to Sasha. So he just did.
Leonid broke the kiss to sit on Sasha's lap, each leg at both sides. Before Sasha could protest, Leonid's lips met Sasha's and started a hungrier kiss. It was less awkward and more synchronized. As if their job they study for years wasn't to keep the delicate balance of a nuclear reactor, but to keep the delicate balance of a passionate kiss. It felt right and perfect and... Leonid couldn't find the right words; he wasn't a poet, but if he was, he couldn't stop writing about Aleksandr Akimov.
Sasha's hands rested on Leonid's hips, although for a moment, Leonid thought he was going to finally touch his bottom (he was really excited by that idea). They were exchanging saliva and tongues. Sasha gently bit Leonid's lower lip and slowly released it. Leonid groaned.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?", Sasha quickly apologized, "I got a bit too excited-"
"No, I liked it."
For a moment, they just looked at it each other, catching up their breath and there was something in Sasha's blue eyes that Leonid couldn't read.
Another unconscious act. Leonid tried to replicate Sasha's lip bite. Sasha moaned and it was the best thing Leonid has ever heard.
"I didn't realize I bit this hard.", Sasha commented afterwards.
"Oh sorry. Did I hurt you? Will it leave a mark?", Leonid wanted to be the best in everything he did in his life, even certain aspects of his life weren't so great. He was a perfectionist in a way. And he wanted to be the best at whatever he was doing with Sasha.
Sasha chuckled. Another amazing sound.
"No. It didn't hurt and it won't leave a mark.", and then he gave a peck on Leonid's growing smile. Then another. And then they were making out again. But something changed. Sasha was bolder. He was unbuttoning Leonid's shirt, while kissing Leonid's cheek, jaw and then neck. Leonid was grabbing the hair on Sasha's nape, maybe a bit too hard, but the older man wasn't complaining. Leonid moved to sit closer to Sasha's upper body, to feeling him more, but then noticed a swelling on Sasha's pants that Leonid hadn't thought much about until he realized: 'It's an erection.'
Leonid never felt another man's erection and he was... excited. Really excited. Maybe too excited. He hoped Sasha never noticed Leonid's own bulge. But oh God!, Sasha was doing an amazing job with his tongue on his neck and left shoulder, licking and sucking and nibbling. Leonid had to bite hard his own lower lip to not loudly moan and not alert the neighbours. His shirt was completely undone and Sasha was moving his hand to caress Leonid's ribs and then moved it to rest on his left hip, while Sasha's other hand gently touching Leonid's right nip.
"Sasha...", Leonid moaned, almost in a whisper.
Sasha kissed his collarbone and then his sternum and Leonid couldn't even dare to breathe. He knew he was quite lanky and bony and not attractive to the eye, but at that moment, he felt like a second most beautiful person in the world, (the first being, of course, Aleksandr Akimov). Hands moved and Leonid melted. Abruptly, Sasha grabbed Leonid's body and lied him on the couch, Leonid on his back and Sasha atop of him. During another ardent kiss that felt too short, Leonid felt fingers unbuttoning his pants. When Sasha broke the kiss, Leonid felt like he was dying.
"Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes.", Leonid yearned.
Sasha seemed determined to find Leonid's vulnerable spots, as he kissed in a spot on the ribs, that made Leonid's knees feel weak. Sasha's left hand caressed downwards Leonid's skin and the younger man couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh yes, daddy.", he said.
Well, maybe he moaned.
Or maybe Leonid never opened his mouth and it was just his imagination.
Or maybe he yelled.
Sasha paused and then they looked at each other. 'What did Leonid just said right now?', Leonid assumed what Sasha was probably thinking.
"Hmm. I've to go now.", Leonid removed himself out of the couch and Sasha's touch and started to button up his untied shirt, "It's time for us to sleep...", he nervously laughed.
"Hmm, did I did something wrong?", Sasha moved his right hand to comb his hair, a nervous tick Leonid rarely saw.
"No no, you were amazing, you are amazing. Hmm, the neighbours, yes, the neighbours! We make too much noise... you know, me and you... things have to be a secret!"
"I... yes, but I don't-"
"You know how people are. They talk and we... we... scream..."
"Did I made you uncomfortable?", Leonid could see in Sasha's eyes was genuinely concerned, "Maybe I was a bit fast with you. I'm really-"
"No, don't feel guilty!", Leonid yelled again. They became too aware of the outside fuss. Leonid sighed and quickly grabbed his things and left Sasha's place. He ran so that Sasha could come after him. Some babushkas were standing outside the block, peeling and cutting vegetables and talking and Leonid had the impression that they were observing him, fully aware of what he has done.
The following night was a nightmare. Leonid woke up of his nap with sore spots on his neck and shoulders and noticed that two hickeys were blooming on his skin. He couldn't believe he had to work like this. He couldn't believe he had to work with Sasha. If he could, Leonid would spend the rest of his life on his bed, waiting to finally die of embarrassment.
At least Yuvchenko didn't make fun of him that much, maybe impressed that Leonid finally got a girlfriend.