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With his legs hanging off the edge of the bed Daniil sat back on his elbows, and watched Artemy settle on the floor between his legs. From this angle Daniil couldn't see all of Artemy's nude body, but he could watch the muscles in his arms and shoulders moved to his delight.
Artemy started slowly reaching up Daniil's body running his large hands along Daniil's pale chest, tracing invisible paths that only he could see, or actually heard according to Artemy's explanation of the lines. It wasn't something Daniil fully understood, and it irritated him that the more he learned the more he realized he might never truly understand, the way a blind man may know the physics of light but not understand the color green.
Artemy's hands were worshipful in their caresses unlike the trysts Daniil was used to. Those were more often a means to an end, and when there was more time the hands were rough and selfish on both his and his partner of the night. It was how Daniil preferred it, but this gentle exploration of Artemy's had its own appeal the way one might prefer caramel but enjoy fine chocolate as well. It felt special with him, it made Daniil feel like the center of the haruspex's world.
Conversely Artemy derived his pleasure from teasing and tantalizing. He got off knowing how well he pleased Daniil, and it was selfish in it's selflessness. So Daniil repaid him by not biting off his moans, and meeting Artemy's searching eyes with hunger.
Artemy closed his eyes and licked down the same paths his hands had followed along his skin, sending tingling pleasure that didn't quite arouse, but left Daniil feeling a calm comfort. When Artemy finally reached his cock Daniil wasn't even half hard, but more relaxed than a quick roll beneath the sheets would have gotten him. The touch had been more sensual than sexual, and Artemy took no offense to Daniil's cock only having mild interest. Instead he nuzzled the length of it, feeling it harden against his cheek. Then he turned his head to the side and gave Daniil's cock sloppy kisses, getting it more wet than anything. He had to steady the cock with his hand at the base, and mouthed at it as if he didn't know how to suck a cock properly.
The playful way Artmey went about it was one of the few things Artmey did that wasn't to Daniil's preference and often led to his annoyance. Yet he couldn’t yell or forcefully shove his cock between those crooked lips. Not when Artemy smiled in such an open happy way. He treated Daniil's cock like a toy, and that was enough for the act to please him beyond simple physical stimulation.
Still his patients could only last so long, but he could urge things forward while still playing Artemy’s game. Smirking down, Daniil grabbed Artemy by the hair and rubbed his face against his cock. "Are you going to do more than play with it?"
The answering smirk was only there for a second and then Artmey pushed back against Daniil's hand so he could suck Daniil down to where his hand held the prick still. He bobbed his head and sucked vigorously until Daniil's cock transformed from a firm mouthful to a rigid erection that teased the back of his throat. As it now stood proud as a soldier Artemy let go of the base, and moved his hand to play his fingers at the skin over his hip bone.
Artemy didn’t let the tickle at the back of his throat stop him. He pushed himself further until he gagged himself on Daniil's cock. It wasn't the most artful or skilled blow job Daniil had ever had, and Daniil knew from experience Artemy didn’t have to gag. He could go slower and ease the head of Daniil’s prick down his throat, but Artemy enjoyed making a mess out of sex. He was as fastidious as a surgeon should be, but Artemy enjoyed becoming a drooling mess for Daniil. Artemy fucked his throat with Daniil's cock, until gagging covered his face in tears, his nose ran, and his chin was wet with drool. The self-inflicted debauchery made Daniil's crotch uncomfortably wet with the saliva dripping down his balls, but he couldn't help the surge of hedonistic bliss that coursed through him.
"You are disgusting." Daniil told Artemy point blankly, and he wasn't sure if he was more horrified or impressed.
Artemy groaned around his dick, and then with a long hard suck pulled off it. He then licked his own spit off Daniil's balls, humming in mindless pleasure as he sucked on them, and shoved his nose down into Daniil's pubic hair and audibly sniffed. Embarrassed Daniil's cheeks brightened. It's not like he hadn't bathed, but he had worn his clothes all day and it wasn't an area that would smell the best.
Artemy then bit into the inside of Daniil's thigh, a welcome distraction from his embarrassment, and then sucked a bruise. Daniil's cock jerked in Artemy's grip, and Artemy gave Daniil another mark on the opposite leg. Artemy shifted on his knees, before grabbing both of Daniil's thighs, and manhandled Daniil until his ass was hanging off the bed with his legs spread wide.
Daniil couldn't see Artemy's expression; his own hard cock obscured most of his view, and it irritated him. Grunting he tried to sit up, but Artmey held him in place. He leaned over and Daniil felt Artemy's nose against his balls, but Artemy didn’t stay for long. He ducked down further and dragged his tongue between Daniil's cheeks.
The wet heat was firm enough not to tickle, but it still felt like jolts were sent straight to Daniil’s cock. He didn't know if it was quite pleasure or just an overwhelming sensation, but the whimper he made must have pleased Artemy because he repeated the motion.
It was another pleasant sensation amongst many, and it took a moment with Daniil's eyes closed as he panted before he realized what Artemy was doing. Shaking his head Daniil grabbed Artemy by the hair and yanked him away from his ass.
Artemy groaned and tried to pull out of his grip his tongue hung obscenely out as if to lick Daniil there again.
The absolute unabashed gall of it did terrible/wonderful things to Daniil's stomach, but he shook his head as if jiggling his brains around would help him make sense of this. "Stop, that's gross."
Artemy paused as if this was a great revelation to ponder over, but then one incredulous eyebrow went up. "I'm a surgeon, a menku, there is nothing here I can't handle."
He then broke free from Daniil's now loose hold and licked over Daniil's hole again. Then he did it again lightly with the tip of his tongue, and Daniil shook like he was going to fly into pieces.
"You know what I mean!" Daniil groaned and pushed Artemy on his shoulder. "You could get sick!"
The snort Artemy made vibrated strangely against Daniil's balls, and Artemy just held Daniil's hips in place not letting him try to pull away from his exploring tongue. "I've sucked your dick how many times, Danya, and I've not gotten the clap or the pox."
"Don't, Danya, me, Burakh. You are a doctor. You know what I mean!"
To Daniil's horror he then heard Artemy inhale, and he felt his cheeks warm in mortification.
"I still smell your soap." Artemy teased more gently this time, and then he kissed Daniil's puckered hole. "You are a very clean man. I wouldn't do this otherwise."
The broken sound Daniil made was even more embarrassing than the fact he now felt Artemy's tongue, warm, wet, and firm push into his hole. Daniil didn't do anal sex or any form of ass play. It was unclean. He had in college argued over it with Andrey more than once, and with other lovers he simply put his foot down.
His cock jerked when Artemy placed his thumbs on either side of his hole pulling the flesh taught and fucking his tongue into with the same shameless enthusiasm he sucked Daniil's cock.
They never brought it up. Daniil didn't think he needed to bring it up. Artemy should know better. He went to school in the capital, and at the clinic washed his hand with harsh soaps so often that even the best ointments couldn't soften his hands. He should know better, but he was shoving his tongue deeply into such an unclean part of Daniil's body. The sensitive rim being teased until it felt like he was opening up for Artemy to explore deeper.
Daniil bit the side of his hand to muffle the pathetic whine that escaped his throat.
Artemy pulled back for a moment, and Daniil hoped he was going to give him time to breathe. To tell Artemy to stop, but then of all things Artemy then spit onto his asshole.
Daniil was mortified, and Artemy did it again, and his thumb slowly pushed the saliva around his hole and then pushed in.
Daniil's breath caught in his throat, and Artemy licked around the rim where it was stretched around his thumb. It was too much for Daniil to handle as he stared blankly overcome with these foreign sensations, even as Artemy gave him reprieve by mouthing his balls.
The room filled with gasps and groans along with the wet noises of sucking and licking, and Daniil didn't have the control to remove his voice from the symphony of pleasure. His cock laid hard against his belly with a small drop of pre cum beading at the tip, uncaring that Daniil was so embarrassed. It should have made his erection wilt, but focusing on how wrong and dirty he felt just made his dick bounce against his stomach and left dots of precum trapped in the black hair that grew thicker the closer it was to the root of his cock.
Artemy didn't even seem to show anywhere close to the same level of shame, and Daniil wasn't sure if that was better or worse. The only dissatisfaction he showed was if Daniil tried to pull away, and like a dog afraid of his food bowl being taken away ate Daniil out more aggressively.
It was too much and not enough, and Daniil's mind slowly realized that Artemy wasn't going to stop until Daniil came.
He shook his head in denial. "I can't come like this."
"Touch yourself." Artemy stayed away only long enough to spit on Daniil's asshole again, and then pushed his thumb as far as the first knuckle.
"It's too dirty." Daniil complained, feeling shame course through him like electricity. He still grabbed his cock, and barely contained his need to stroke it.
Artemy grunted, and from his position he could see Artemy's shoulder work in a way that telegraphed he was jerking himself off as well.
"I'm the dirty one here." Artemy corrected. "I'm the one who decided to lick your ass."
Daniil boggled listening to Artemy's voice coming from between his thighs. He was so brazen, but then never did anything halfway and always worked with conviction.
His tongue danced around Daniil's hole stretched around his thick thumb, as Daniil's shame curdled in his stomach Daniil felt his balls pull tight. "I shouldn't." He complained, twisting away from Artmey's mouth. "It's wrong."
Suddenly Artmey pulled away leaving Daniil feeling cold. It should have been a moment of respite. Daniil should have felt relieved that Artemy was finally listening to him, but instead he felt robbed.
Daniil growled, but froze seeing the muscles in Artemy's neck and shoulders bunch as he pushed himself up. He curled up tight around Daniil, staring at his hole, and held Daniil's balls out of his way as he jerked his cock frantically. Three reverberating grunts later Daniil felt Artemy’s cum painting him between his ass cheeks, and Daniil’s shame burned across his face and chest. Artemy’s grunts turned into a whine as he then rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock against his hole before pushing teasingly against it. Precum drooled over Daniil's fingers as he squeezed his own dick, being unable to control his own lusts, and blinked back tears of shame.
"Don't worry I'll clean you up, Danya." Artmey whispered in perverse reverence, and dropped back to his knees hard enough that he would pay for it later.
His broad hands held Daniil open again, and his hungry stare did something wicked to Daniil's mind. Daniil hiccupped around a sob, as Artemy devoured his ass once again. He licked up his spend with vigor, spreading it around as much as he ate it.
Daniil turned his head to look at the wall, and gave up on the idea that he had any sort of pride and jerked off hard enough it hurt. When the wet licking and smacking sounds Artemy made got to be too much, he squeezed his eyes shut as if that would protect him from the obscene noise.
Artmey's hands wandered until he rubbed his thumb along Daniil's taint, and then pressed with the perfect amount of pressure adding just enough extra pleasure to break through the shame.
Blood roared through his ears as he tossed his head back, and for a few torturous moments he was holding on to the perfect explosion of pleasure.
Then it went from perfect to too much and he slammed his hand down on the bed gasping for breath.
Instead of mercy Artmey licked his way up Daniil's body. His hands left trails of sensation that tingled somewhere between pleasure and unscratchable itch.
Daniil almost clocked Artemy when he licked cum off his cock, but he caught Daniil's hand before it connected. Making eye contact Artemy and gently opened Daniil’s fist, and licked the white streaks of cum until Daniil’s hand was clean.
Daniil cracked his eyes open, as the touch lost the unpleasant edge and left him feeling lazy. It had been too much and part of him still wanted to punch Artemy, but now for the moment he felt too blissed out to care that much.
Artemy stopped and nuzzled Daniil's hairy chest looking up at him fondly, and for a moment everything was perfect. Then he pushed up just a bit further, and leaned in for a kiss.
Horrified, Daniil pushed Artemy, who had the gall to laugh, and growled. "No way I'm letting you kiss me!"