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It had been a long day but Emile had to agree with Radu, dinner hadn’t been so bad. Operation Mimile had worked perfectly.
Unfortunately, Mimi had flirted up a storm, so it took everything in his boyfriend not to get up and leave the restaurant out of pure jealousy. But at least the little stunt got their peers looking the other direction, in more ways than one, and nobody caught Emile sneaking food off of Radu’s plate.
Emile didn’t love having to hide his relationship, for both his and his boyfriend’s sake, but it was necessary if they wanted to win in the long run. Emile would do whatever it took to get Sue out of their hair once and for all.
Currently though, Emile and Radu are back at Radu’s place, winding down from the night.
When they first got home Emile’s brow had been scrunched up in thought, preoccupied by one thing in particular that had been brought up at dinner. Radu’s family, or more specifically, his brother.
Radu had lied at dinner, which Emile now knew. Only a few minutes ago Radu had explained his complicated family tree and vampire lineage. Emile’s still not entirely convinced Radu’s half-brother’s dad didn’t eat people, but that was another Google search for another day.
When Emile brought up Radu’s brother, he’d been nervous that the bat would be sensitive about the subject and draw in on himself. But Radu had done the opposite. He’d been super enthusiastic to talk about it, and actually that they were talking about personal stuff in general.
Emile had gotten sheepish then, realizing that they hadn’t really followed the logical progression of a romantic relationship. They hadn’t even been on a date! What kind of backwards romance was that?!
Then again though, Emile didn’t really know the first thing about dating.
Radu went on to tease him about his past full of “non-dating” dating experience, laying down as he did, head resting in Emile’s lap as he playfully nudged his cheek.
Thus bringing them to the current moment.
“Stop asking stupid questions and be flattered, you're the first person I’ve ever had feelings for!!” Emile pokes.
Radu looks momentarily put out, a silly pout adorning his features. Then he hits Emile with something completely unexpected.
“If I took you on a proper date… then would you answer my questions?” Radu asks, looking up at Emile from his lap.
A fierce blush breaks out on Emile’s face then.
A… a date? An actual real date?
Emile had been with many people before, or should he say, hooked up with many people before. But he’d never really considered going on a date with any of them, much less pursuing anything even slightly romantic. It just wasn’t his thing, or so he thought.
In the past, all that ever mattered were his friends, or Mimi to be specific, and skating. That was it. That was what he prioritized above all else.
In a way, he was similar to Radu.
Radu’s self-imposed isolation had been brought on by different circumstances of course, but Emile certainly understood his desire to go on a proper date.
To be honest, sometimes dating Radu felt like a dream. It seems like only yesterday Emile was cheering on the bat from the stands with the rest of the crowd, eyes gleaming with intense adoration. He’d been such a huge fan of Radu’s for so long, admiring him from afar. You’d think it would be difficult to transition to dating the guy, but somehow, it wasn’t.
Their first meeting alone had shown Emile a different side of the bat, and ever since then he’d continued to see his boyfriend become more and more vulnerable with him. To tell the truth, as Emile slowly peels back the layers of Radu’s vulnerability, the more enamored he grows.
Little did he know that under all the strength and cocksure persona of the FurCC Gold Medalist, there was a sweet, sensitive, enthusiastic puppy of a boyfriend eager to be loved and accepted.
As long as Emile can, he will continue to show Radu that he’s worthy of love and respect, and that he’s damn well worthy of showing the world how amazing a skater he is.
Considering all that, it seems only natural that things have progressed so steadily for them.
Still, the prospect of going on an actual date for the first time in his life with a man he’s falling for more and more by the second is… a lot .
“…M-maybe,” Emile replies, still blushing, eyes all sparkly.
“That’s a yes!” Radu exclaims, sitting up quickly.
“No it's not!! Emile turns away sharply, arms crossed, eyes trying to look anywhere but at his overzealous boyfriend. Self-satisfied jerkface.
“And it’s not like we can go anyway,” Emile chimes in, “people would find out!!”
“Well…” Radu gestures, like the smug bastard he is. “Series 5 is in Valakia… I know the area pretty well, I could sneak us off somewhere no one will find us.”
Emile glaces over then. He has to admit, the suggestion is extremely tempting.
“Well, um…” he starts, avoiding Radu’s eager gaze once again. “… It would be nice… to go on a date… w-with you,” he concedes.
“We’re on then!!” Radu exclaims, excited like he just won the lottery. “We’re going on a date!!”
“Oh my god,” Emile deflates, nearing his limit of the my-cute-boyfriend-just-asked-me-on-a-date conversation. Undeterred, Radu continues.
“…As long as we both make it to Series 5, of course.”
Radu is leaning back on one arm now, a deadly smirk replacing the goofy grin on his face. His maroon turtleneck hugs his sexy torso, and his thick thighs are splayed wide open like an offering. The chain around his neck makes him look expensive and… kinda slutty . His fucking top is even riding up, giving Emile a peek of his light green CAIRN boxers and lower abs.
Emile stops hiding his face then and just stares at the man in front of him, eyes going glassy, a slight furrow appearing in his brow.
After a moment he spurs into action, stripping off his shirt comically fast.
“That was extremely hot of you to say…” he replies, climbing onto Radu’s lap.
“See?” Radu laughs, hand coming up to squeeze Emile’s waist, “ this is why we never end up talking properly.”
“Are you complaining right now?” Emile’s accuses.
“Absolutely not,” Radu laughs, distracted. “We’ll talk at the date!!” he reasons, and proceeds to strip off his own shirt.
Yes, they will, and Emile is looking forward to it. But right now, all that matters is getting Radu out of his clothes as fast as possible.
“Wait, wait!” Radu laughs as Emile impatiently tries to tug his boyfriend's tight black jeans off his body.
“No more waiting, I’m horny now. You did this to me,” Emile accuses.
He finally manages to rip Radu’s tight jeans off his body, cherry-pattern socks coming off as well in the process.
Despite being a professional battle skater, the task renders Emile a tad breathless. As he catches his breath he takes a second to sit back and admire his boyfriend, who is now wearing nothing but his tight green boxer briefs and simple gold chain necklace.
Despite having eaten two full dinners, the sight makes Emile’s mouth water.
“Are you just gonna stare all day or are you gonna get up here?” Radu smirks, imitating the slutty pose he did earlier, cock still straining against fabric.
“Now who’s impatient?” Emile quips, stripping off his own pants and socks.
His jeans are no looser than his boyfriend’s, so he gets off the bed then to make quick work of stripping off his jeans and underwear all at once.
The cool air hits his bare ass once it’s out of the confining fabric, and he hears Radu swear at the sight of his perky cheeks on display, and a pink heart shaped buttplug nestled in between them.
Oops. Emile had forgotten about that.
“Seriously, please get over here,” Radu begs.
Emile turns to look at his needy boyfriend then and the sight makes his knees weak. Radu is staring at him hungrily, eyes roaming up and down the length of Emile’s naked body, stroking his length through the fabric of his underwear. A wet spot forms where his cock is leaking precum, soaking the material.
Somehow, the fact that Radu is still wearing underwear is both the hottest and most annoying thing in the world right now.
Emile wastes no time then. He climbs on the bed and straddles his boyfriend.
Radu groans when Emile’s hand replaces his own, touching his aching cock through his underwear, before Emile is leaning in and crushing his lips against Radu’s.
“MMm!” Radu groans, returning the kiss with fervor.
Emile’s kisses are sucking and needy, and Radu can't get enough, the air between them growing steamy as they exchange wet kiss after wet kiss.
Neither of them hold back in the slightest but Emile’s kisses grow hungrier and hungrier by the second, teeth clashing against Radu’s in an attempt to move things along.
But Radu is content to keep things slow and languid, not wanting to rush, despite his throbbing cock’s protests.
He takes his time to lick and nip at his boyfriend's soft lips and tongue, indulgent and selfish. Emile gives in and lets him have his way for a while, content to keep things slow and submit to the rhythm of Radu’s kisses. He slows the stroking of his hand on Radu’s groin to match.
When Emile licks at the seam of his lips, Radu grants him entrance, and Emile slips his soft pink tongue into Radu’s mouth to explore.
Radu’s strong hands flex and grip at the bed sheets when that sweet tongue rubs against his own, tangling and coaxing it into his mouth. Then Emile sucks on it feverishly, before diving into another all-consuming kiss that leaves Radu’s head spinning.
Radu quickly relents his slower pace when Emile nibs at his bottom lip hard and pulls.
“Baby,” Radu gasps, drunk and breathless.
Then Emile slides his unoccupied hand over one of Radu’s arms and guides his hand up to cup his ass.
“Is it more fun to just look?” Emile teases into Radu’s mouth. “Or would you rather touch ?”
Radu groans and brings his other hand up to do just that. Emile uses the opportunity to pull Radu’s tongue back into his mouth and suck on it some more.
Radu’s hands become greedy then, palming and squeezing the plush mounds of Emile's perfect ass.
He’d spend hours staring at it, has spent hours staring at it, but nothing compares to the feel of the taut, juicy muscle in his own two hands.
He continues to massage and kneed the flesh at will, and when he brings his hand up to smack one of the cheeks, Emile keens, high and light into Radu’s mouth.
The sound of the slap is lewd, and Emile’s resulting cry makes Radu want to sink his fangs into the soft skin of his partner’s neck.
When Radu’s fingers travel deeper, he feels the hard, smooth end of the butt plug, making his cock twitch in his boxer briefs.
Emile had worn that to dinner in front of all their friends. He hadn’t said anything to him or shown any indication that he was wearing it.
Radu stills and swallows hard at the thought. A mix of lust and carnal jealousy swirls in his heart, both fighting to consume him.
Emile pulls back then and raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
“I can practically hear you thinking in there,” he scolds lightly, poking Radu’s forehead playfully. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is slick and puffy from their makeout session.
“Sorry,” Radu apologizes, “I just got a little distracted.”
Emile’s raised brow doesn’t lower, and he rests his hands on Radu’s chest.
“Distracted? By what?”
The thought of telling Emile about how he hadn’t expected Mimi’s flirting to bother him as much as it did crosses his mind.
It had bothered him, and now that he feels the plug, the memory is even more irritating somehow.
But telling his boyfriend who cares about him enough to pretend to date someone else just to get people off their back is not the move right now. That is definitely a conversation for another, less horny moment in time.
Radu will bring it up later. Right now he just wants to focus on making love to his beautiful, caring boyfriend.
…
Wait a second, make love?
Fuck.
When Emile touches Radu’s face, he realizes said boyfriend is still waiting for an answer.
He chooses the least complicated one.
“I was distracted by this” he replies, and pushes the plug in deeper.
“Fuuuck,” Emile moans, eyes glazing over at the pressure of the plug against his prostate.
“You like that?” Radu teases, mesmerized by his boyfriend’s face scrunched up in pleasure, eyes closing when Radu shoves the plug in a second time, swirling it around inside him.
“Y-yeah,” Emile moans, “yeah, I like it.”
His eyes flutter open then, and Radu kisses the sweet, hazy expression on his boyfriend’s face.
They makeout for a few more minutes, enjoying the warm slide of skin on skin and tongues tangling with one another.
Eventually Radu presses sucking kisses down Emile’s neck and nips at the sensitive spot just above his collar bone.
It makes Emile buck his hips, and he ruts his now leaking cock against the green fabric of Radu’s underwear.
The friction is too much though, and he pulls back.
“I need these off now,” he says, moving to pull them off Radu’s body.
When Radu’s straining cock is free of confinement it bobs up, and the sheer weight of it smacks against his stomach.
Emile settles between Radu’s open thighs then, arching his back, and lowers down to mouth at his boyfriend’s unclothed erection.
Emile takes the length and smacks it softly against his cheek, wanting to tease Radu. But the force of the heavy girth stings, leaving a red mark upon impact. Emile finds that he doesn’t actually mind it much when he sees the way Radu’s eyes go half lidded at the sight.
Then he presses sucking kisses down the side of Radu’s shaft, enjoying each shuddery breath the touch coaxes out of his boyfriend, until he reaches the base.
Emile inhales the rich scent then, burying his nose in Radu’s crotch as his back arches further, presenting himself for the man before him.
At the same time, he glances up at Radu, whose pupils are now blown out and dark with something feral.
When Emile begins to kiss lower still, Radu’s balls draw up tight and he has to restrain himself from cumming at the sight of Emile's pretty pink tongue darting out to give kittenish licks to his sack.
Emile’s other hand continues to stroke Radu’s throbbing cock as he takes one of the balls in his mouth and sucks on it. The taste makes his mouth water and drool spills out onto his chin and down his neck. He laps up the saliva that dribbles down onto Radu’s taint before repeating the process to the other side.
When he’s done, Emile returns his attention back to the main course, gliding his tongue up Radu’s massive length once again and tonguing over the sensitive veins with added pressure.
When he reaches the top, he tightens his grip on the bass of Radu’s dick. The whole length is hot and heavy in his hand, and the tip oozes precum steadily onto Emile’s tongue. He flicks and swirls said tongue around the leaking head of his partner’s length, noting each time it twitches and pushes out a new drop of sticky syrup.
The whole thing is completely heady, and Emile finds himself getting lost in the process of worshiping his boyfriend’s dick.
When Radu places a shaky hand onto the back of his head, Emile remembers his boyfriend is at the other end.
“Hi,” he says sweetly, looking up at him, eyes brimming with heat.
“Hi,” Radu replies, swallowing hard.
“Something you wanted?” Emile asks innocently.
Radu nods slightly, gaze pained as he drinks in the sight of his naked boyfriend on his knees touching him.
“Mmm, is that so?” Emile continues to tease, “did you want me to make you feel good?”
“Y-you,” Radu exhales, “you’re already making me feel good.”
Emile is stroking the entirety of Radu’s shaft now, in drawn out motions that make him want to rut up into Emile’s hand.
“I’ll make you feel even better,” Emile promises then, before lowering his gaze and taking Radu’s entire cock into his mouth, swallowing him down to the root.
“Ohhh f-fuck!!” Radu moans, then he brings up his other hand to grab the back of Emile’s head, face screwed up in pleasure.
Radu is not small by any means but Emile deepthroats his cock like a pro, breathing through his nose and opening his throat for the large girth.
It’s not without effort though.
Emile holds himself down on his boyfriend’s cock as long as he can, throat pulsing and swallowing roughly around the sensitive head, causing intense pleasure to shoot through Radu’s gut.
Emile’s eyes water as Radu’s dick somehow gets even bigger(?!!!) and he comes up for air. He continues to bob his head normally around half of Radu’s length for a while as he catches his breath. Radu moans at the hot, wet suction of Emile’s mouth and bucks his hips into it on impulse. Emile chokes but forces himself to breathe.
If there’s one thing he’s really good at, it’s sucking dick.
Once he’s mostly recovered, Emile swirls his tongue around the thick shaft, laving his tongue along the length, and paying special attention to the dribbling head.
When he takes the whole length into his mouth again it’s slower and more torturous, and Radu’s hips, which have been (mostly) still up until this point, buck up hard, shoving the remainder of his girth into Emile’s tight throat.
Emile moans at the unexpected roughness and his cock drools onto the bedsheet. If he touches himself right now he might cum.
Radu's hand moves to caress Emile’s cheek instantly.
“Oh my God,” he worries, “I’m so sorry!! Are you okay??”
Emile pauses then, and glares up at his big, stupid boyfriend through tear soaked lashes.
Radu’s body is practically vibrating with arousal. His cock is fucking twitching in Emile’s mouth for godsake, and he STILL has the audacity to look like a kicked puppy at the thought of hurting his boyfriend.
Emile brings an answering hand up to massage Radu’s balls and swallows around the head of his cock at the same time.
Radu’s strangled cry wracks a shudder through Emile’s whole body.
He pulls off slightly then to bob his head swiftly up and down the pulsing shaft, and he strokes the part he can’t keep in his mouth in time with his fist.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Emile, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!!”
Emile gives him one last hungry look then.
Do it, it says.
And he does.
Radu groans loudly and his eyes screw up tight in pleasure as thick white ropes of his cum fill the inside of Emile’s mouth. Emile pulls off quickly to let the rest of it paint his tongue and cheeks.
He loves a good facial.
As Radu catches his breath Emile licks the cum off his lips and swallows.
“Fuck,” Radu says, dazed, “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
A blush heats up Emile’s cheeks and he leans into Radu’s hand when he brings it down to nuzzle Emile’s cheek. With his thumb, Radu swipes some of his cum on Emile’s cheek and feeds it into his mouth. Emile sucks on the digit and licks it clean before releasing it with a pop.
Then he makes his way up Radu’s body, kissing, licking, and biting at his muscles. His hands follow in tandem by rubbing, petting, and squeezing every inch he misses.
“Who even needs muscles this big?” Emile teases with a pout as he licks a line up the center of Radu’s six pack.
“You weren’t complaining earlier,” Radu answers lazily, a smirk decorating his blissed-out post-nut face.
Emile doesn’t dignify that with a response, too busy worshiping said muscles to give a shit.
He eventually makes his way up to Radu’s neck and leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on it as he climbs on top of him again.
This time, they’re both completely naked, and the feeling of skin on skin is unmistakably hotter than skin on fabric. Emile wraps his arms around Radu’s shoulders and kisses him, sweet and slow, savoring the taste of his boyfriend’s lips on his.
When Emile parts his, Radu moans into the wet press of his boyfriend’s tongue, loving the taste of himself. Then he brings his hands up to trace his fingers along Emile’s sides and back, smiling when Emile shivers at the touch.
“Feels good,” Emile whispers.
Radu continues to rub his back in slow circles, scratching here and there as he goes.
Finally, he makes his way back down to Emile’s ass, and smooths his palms over the round cheeks, somehow both teasing and so fucking polite.
Emile pulls back long enough to pant.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
“Mmm,” Radu moans, pulling Emile back in for another indulgent kiss.
Emile pulls back again after a second though, counteroffer at the ready.
“Or do you want me to fuck you?” he says, leaning in to whisper the next part in Radu’s ear.
“You remember how good I made you feel last time?”
Radu groans, and Emile tugs on his cock, coaxing it back to full hardness.
“Y-yeah, I remember,” Radu breathes out shakily, the memory not one he could forget.
Emile kisses his way from Radu’s cheek to his mouth and laughs sweetly then, giving his lips another quick peck before leaning back.
“Or… we could try something a bit different this time…”
“Oh yeah?” Radu asks, rubbing Emile’s thighs affectionately as his head clears. “What did you have in mind?”
Emile reaches behind himself grabs Radu’s length. The image of Emile sitting on top of him, legs splayed open making him restless again.
Then Emile leans back down, lips a breath away from Radu’s ear, before he whispers.
“I could ride you.”
Radu’s eyes darken at the suggestion, and the swollen head of his cock drools where it’s pressed up against the tight pucker of Emile’s ass.
Radu feels his boyfriend chuckle before he speaks again.
“You want that, baby?”
Yeah, he wants it. He could cum just thinking about it.
But that wouldn’t be fair to Emile. He’s done so much for him already.
“Are you sure?” Radu answers with a pout, slight worry seeping into his tone. “Last time I topped, you had a hard time walking the next day, and-“
Emile quickly covers his boyfriend’s mouth with his hand, hiding his face in Radu’s shoulder.
“Oh my god…” he groans.
Lord give me strength, he thinks.
Radu squeezes his sides then, and Emile pulls back to see Radu’s sad puppy dog eyes peering up at him above his own hand.
Emile proceeds to poke Radu’s chest multiple times to get his point across.
“That’s”
Poke.
“Because”
Poke.
“You’re so ”
Poke.
“ Fucking ”
Poke.
“ BIG !!”
Pokepokepokepokepoke!!
With both hands, Emile adds a final aggressive poke to Radu’s pecs for good measure.
Radu speaks up again now that Emile’s hand is no longer covering his mouth.
“Yeah, but-!!”
“No buts!” Emile interrupts, “I’ll be fine,” he adds. And then, softer, “I promise.”
Concern still mars Radu’s features though, so Emile plays his trump card.
“Besides,” he says, smoothly, lowering his ass down to grind himself on Radu’s swollen member, “ you know I like it a little rough .”
Radu’s concern melts away then, and a dark expression replaces it.
He does know.
He remembers the second time they did it, Emile had begged Radu to stop holding back. Kept telling his to fuck him harder and faster, to give him everything he had. Emile’s words ring through his head again now.
“Stop being so fucking careful!!” he’d scolded.
Emile had been on his back on Radu’s bed with Radu knelt between his open legs. Even though they’d already fucked once before, Radu had still been scared to hurt his boyfriend, so he slowly slid his cock inside Emile’s ass one measly inch at a time.
Emile softened his tone right after snapping though, when he saw Radu’s concern, and rubbed his arms up his boyfriend’s straining biceps. It wasn’t a workout to hold himself up above Emile while they did it, but the nerves had done a number on his muscles.
Radu hardly got nervous about anything. He was a pro on the ice, untouchable and utterly fearless. He was a total force to be reckoned with.
But there, with Emile, the man who had seen him at his worst, the man he almost broke up with because of his own insecurities, the man who still wanted to be with him despite everything they’d been through…
Radu would crumble in a heartbeat.
He didn’t want to screw it up. Emile deserved somebody confident and experienced, and Radu wasn’t either of those things at that moment.
“Baby, c’mon,” Emile’s sweet voice broke him out of his stupor.
“You’re not gonna hurt me,” he reassured.
Then he slid his hands up Radu’s chest, pinched a nipple and then smoothed his hands back down his body until he met the place they were connected.
Then he bucked his hips up unexpectedly, forcing Radu’s cock a couple inches deeper.
Radu gasped and Emile bit his lip, looking at his boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, “I’m not gonna break, you know.”
Radu shivers hard at the memory now. His boyfriend is strong and so capable. So incredibly capable of taking everything Radu can give him.
“Okay,” Radu blushes, expression steeled. “Let’s do it.”
Emile smiles then, cupping Radu’s face and kissing him.
“Good boy. Now you stay here while I get the lube.”
Emile climbs off his boyfriend and rummages around in Radu’s suitcase. They just got here today so Radu hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet. He’s cursing (see: thanking) said decision now, watching Emile’s perfect ass flex as he digs, the plug still entirely visible, forcing Radu to grip his balls tight.
“Found it!” Emile exclaims victorious, and bounces back over to the bed to settle himself on top of his boyfriend again.
“Do you want me to…?” Radu questions, gesturing to the lube. He’d trimmed some of his fingernails in the bathroom when they’d gotten back to his room, in case this very scenario occurred. Which, when they were alone together, it usually did.
Seems like Emile wasn’t the only one who prepared for this.
Emile just looks at him smugly though, and pushes Radu’s chest to make him lie back on the mattress.
“Nope,” he replies, popping the “p,” before uncapping the lube and drizzling some onto his fingers.
“You just lay back and watch,” he says with a wink, before spinning around on Radu’s body, giving the bat a perfect view of Emile’s plump ass, cheeks spread open, pretty pink hole clenching at the plug.
Then Emile reaches behind himself and slowly pulls it out. Radu watches, mesmerized as Emile’s hole expands around the thickest part. It’s stupid to be jealous of a piece of latex, but he is, sue him.
Before Radu can get too pouty about it however, Emile reaches back again and rubs three lubed up fingers against his hole before slipping one inside.
He hisses from the stretch and Radu feels his cock twitch.
“Godddd ,” he groans, reaching a hand up to palm Emile’s cheek.
But he doesn’t get far before Emile is smacking his hand away.
“Ah, ah, no touching,” he smirks, and returns to his task.
Radu pouts again but lowers his hand. Not being able to touch the object of his affection (see: erection) is a specific brand of torture, and right now he’s strongly considering whether or not he’s a masochist. His tortured cock is leaking profusely onto his stomach against his better judgment.
Emile moans above him then, breaking Radu out of his musing, as he works another lubed finger into his glistening hole.
“Babeeee,” Radu groans pathetically, pained expression boring into Emile’s concentrated one. “Please, I’m dying here.”
“I can see that,” Emile raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Besides,” he continues, “weren’t you all concerned a second ago about me being too tight.”
Good point.
“At least let me help,” Radu begs, hands coming up to smooth up and down Emile’s sides. Somehow, he allows the soothing touch.
Emile’s breathing is more labored now as he fucks three fingers into his own ass.
Radu’s brain goes fuzzy at the sight, and he forgets his concern. He wants to- no, needs to feel that tight heat for himself.
He rubs the sides of Emile’s cheeks with his thumbs before speaking up again. This time his tone is hot and pointed.
“Your fingers won’t be able to stretch you enough, you know.”
Emile stills then, and glares back at his boyfriend. His legs shake, and it looks like he was just about to nudge a fourth finger in. Emile wracks his brain for a comeback but Radu keeps going.
“Your fingers aren’t able to reach you deep enough, are they? Not as deep as you like it anyway.”
He’s rubbing Emile’s sides now, sweet and slow, squeezing his narrow waist and digging his thumbs into the cute dimples on his boyfriend’s lower back, right above his perky tail.
“C’mon, let me help you,” he croons, finally massaging his fingers lower into Emile’s ass and thumbing at the pink pucker of his stretched hole.
Radu can see the exact moment Emile gives in. His thighs relax and he properly settles onto Radu’s body, slowly removing his fingers from his body with a shuddery exhale. He looks at Radu then, eyes soft and serious, and gives him a small nod.
“Go slow,” he says.
The tone stuns Radu for a second, as it has countless times before. This is one of Radu’s favorite sides of Emile. Gentle, earnest, and strangely vulnerable. Like he trusts Radu to take care of him.
Like he trusts Radu not to hurt him.
It’s a trust that didn’t come easily between them, not at first anyway. But now, Emile continues to show this side of himself to Radu, and it makes Radu feel like he can try to do the same. Try to open up his bruised heart to the boy he loves and ask him to stay.
Yeah. He loves him. That much is obvious.
Radu swallows back those big feelings for that someday conversation he plans to have later, and gives Emile the honest smile he saves just for him.
“Of course.”
Then he brings his hand up and Emile grabs the lube to pour some onto his fingers.
Once it’s warmed up, Radu rubs two fingers over Emile’s entrance, testing its give.
Then he plunges his middle finger in, watching it slowly sink into the tight, warm hole.
Emile rocks back on the digit and Radu realizes he’s zoning out, thinking about sinking his dick into that sucking heat. Continuing with the task at hand he begins to pump his finger in and out steadily.
Not sensing too much resistance, he pulls almost all the way out before pressing his pointer finger in alongside the other.
Emile whines at the intrusion, and wiggles on the fingers to adjust.
Emile’s hand is spreading his ass cheek now so Radu has a better view of what he’s doing. Unfortunately (fortunately) the sight of his boyfriend spreading himself for him is a little too distracting to be all that helpful.
Once the two fingers are in, Radu begins to scissor them apart, stretching the deeper parts of Emile’s hole.
When Radu finds his boyfriend’s prostate, he nudges it, wanting to see the lovely flush on Emile’s face from the pleasure.
“Fuck, uHhn, n-not there,” Emile groans, and Radu tracks a sweat droplet that slides down his sinewy back into the crack of his ass, mixing with the lube surrounding his fingers.
Radu wants to tease him more but that can wait. His dick is aching, and feeling the plush walls of his boyfriend’s tight hole around his fingers is not helping in the slightest.
Radu adds a third finger then and Emile moans, high and light. He’s starting to grow impatient as well, rocking back on Radu’s fingers.
“I’m ready,” he pants, pulling off suddenly and turning around.
Radu starts to protest, saying that Emile needs to be stretched more, but he isn’t fast enough. Emile grabs Radu’s dick, sans condom (because they had that conversation like four hookups ago), coats it with lube, and lines it up to his hole.
Then he lowers himself down onto Radu’s cock.
The tight, gripping heat makes Radu groan in pleasure, and he can feel every inch of Emile’s sweet heat sucking him in, inch by inch.
Emile takes it tortuously slow, moaning and cursing softly the whole way down. Even the utmost of preparation couldn’t prepare one to take a cock Radu’s size, and it’s maddening for the both of them.
Radu resists the urge to buck up into Emile’s body and bury himself deep. He envisions himself painting the inside of Emile’s hole with his cum, filling him up, marking him.
The visual is so overwhelming that Radu has to force himself not to cum right then and there.
When Emile finally bottoms out he’s panting, a flush decorating the high points of his cheeks, and a light sheen of sweat glistens on his chest.
“Fuck,” Radu curses, stunned into immobility at the sight of his tiny boyfriend, impaled on his 10 inch dick.
“Yeah,” Emile echoes, hands splayed on Radu’s chest, his own breath rising and falling quicker than usual.
“I-“ he starts, bringing a hand up to feel his stomach.
And that’s when Radu notices it.
A small bump has formed on Emile’s navel that definitely wasn’t there before. Emile presses on it softly, and Radu feels it.
That’s his dick.
Fuuuck.
Amidst his horny reverie Radu questions why he’d never seen his a dick leave a print like this before.
“You’re so…deep,” Emile marvels, interrupting his confusion, eyes wide in shock. Then he leans back more and the small bump gets bigger.
It’s the position.
This is the first time Emile has ridden him, leaning back on Radu’s cock at a greater angle, and wow.
Radu didn’t think he had a thing for their size difference, but seeing his dick so deep inside his smaller boyfriend is doing things to him.
It’s certainly doing things for Emile. He starts rocking his hips instinctively, bouncing a little on Radu’s cock so he can watch the bump in his stomach appear and disappear.
His jaw falls slack as he bounces, mouth open slightly in a small “o” shape, as he watches himself get stuffed over and over again.
He’s barely taking in two or so inches, but each time he sinks down a keening whine leaves his throat. His eyes are drunk and glassy, intoxicated by their size difference and how deep Radu’s cock is nestled inside of him. It’s not new for him to be turned on by how much bigger Radu is, but seeing proof of it makes him feel docile and fuzzy, something animalistic heating up inside him.
He wants to be used by this giant, sweet man. He wants to submit .
Fuck.
“Can’t fu-fucking belive,” Emile starts, throwing his head back, “you’re this-s fucking big.”
Radu chuckles breathily then, hands coming up to squeeze Emile’s sides. When they settle around his waist his fingers almost touch. His hands are so big and Emile’s waist is so small, it’s just math at this point.
It hardly feels like it though.
Now that Radu is considering their size difference he’s noticing other things. He would never think to use his size to overpower Emile anywhere off the ice, but right now, Emile is looking at him like he’d let him. Like he wants him to.
Unable to hold back any longer, Radu bucks up into Emile’s body.
“Ahh!!”
Emile looks down at him, surprise and hunger boiling in his heated gaze. Then he nods.
Radu plants his feet firmly on the mattress and bucks up again, searching for his boyfriend’s prostate and reveling in the tight wet slide of his cock sinking into his boyfriend’s ass.
The room fills with the sloppy sounds of Radu’s heavy balls slapping against Emile’s body, and the air grows dizzying with their heated panting and mingling scents.
Sweat drips down Emile’s chest now and Radu watches. He fucks up into his boyfriend rough and hard, making him cry and moan on his cock, and Emile’s hole clenches tight each time Radu tries to pull out, like it doesn’t want him to leave.
“Oh God, Emile, you feel incredible,” Radu groans, “ you’re incredible.”
Emile leans down and kisses him deeply, breathing in the hazy air between them and nuzzling into the warmth of their joined bodies.
“You say this every time we fuck, aren’t you used to my awesomeness by now?” Emile teases, smiling into the kiss.
The nasty sound of Radu’s hips smacking his ass though reminds him how hot this moment is.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it,” Radu replies, then fucks up against Emile’s prostate.
“UHn, God, just like that!!”
After several more thrusts, Emile gets his bearings again and sits up, planting his own feet on the mattress to start bouncing on his boyfriend’s cock in earnest.
“Shittt,” Radu curses, a sticky heady sort of pleasure overtaking his mind.
Emile bounces on his cock like it’s his job. He’s panting and dripping sweat from the effort, and his dick slaps against Radu’s stomach with the force of each bounce, leaving a wet spot of pre cum.
If he’s being honest, Emile looks like he fucks for a living, but Radu can’t call the boy he loves a whore. He’s lucid enough to know that.
Still, the sight is making his brain to mouth filter diminish by the second.
“Seriously, you’re so good,” Radu babbles, rubbing his hands appreciatively along Emile’s sides and front, spreading his precum and sweat all over his chest and abs, paying particular attention to his nipples. “You make me feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Emile replies, smug smile pulling at his features. But Radu isn’t done. His thoughts are turning darker now, more possessive, and he’s doing little to stop them.
“So pretty bouncing on my cock,” he says, feral glint in his eyes, “so pretty… just for me.”
Emile laughs breathily, a deep blush bursting on his high cheekbones, “just for you, huh?”
Radu's eyes flash something dangerous then, and he grips Emile’s hips and thrusts up into him right as his boyfriend drops down on his cock.
“Yeah, just for me,” he growls.
“Fuuck, hah-!!“ Emile cries.
He recovers though, wanting to push the sore spot even more if it’ll get Radu to fuck him like that.
“You like having me all to yourself, huh? Don’t like other people touching me?”
Radu’s breathing quickens and so does the pace of his hips. His claws elongate and sink into Emile’s back, drawing blood, marking him.
Emile whines at the pleasure rippling up his spine, and shuts his eyes from the pain. It’s perfect .
Emile presses him farther still, padding his way down Radu’s chest then to whisper directly in his ear.
“Bet you hate the thought of all those other guys touching what’s yours. Like when Mimi touched me today… How they leaned in like they were gonna kiss me.”
Radu’s hips still, buried deep inside Emile. He’s breathing hard now and Emile can feel his muscles twitch where he’s gripping his biceps.
He bites his bottom lip to keep from moaning at the pressure to his prostate, before delivering the final blow.
“I never told you how they kissed me, did I?” he says, licking the shell of Radu’s ear, “how they wrapped their hand around my throat while they d-”
Radu sees red.
He flips Emile onto the bed and leers over him, massive body dwarfing Emile’s own, before leaning in and growling into his ear.
“Mimi‘s not here now though, are they?” he snarls, low and filthy, before rutting his cock into Emile’s prostate hard.
Emile cries and wraps his arms around Radu’s neck just in time.
Radu snaps his hips fast and rough into Emile’s aching cunt. His thrusts are deep and cruel, as if he’s trying to carve out a permanent space the shape of his dick in his Emile’s ass.
As he ruts into him, Radu bites his way up Emile’s neck, leaving punishing bruises and possessive teeth marks on his lover’s soft skin.
Emile sobs when Radu finds the sweet spot just above his collar bone, nipping at the area and soothing it with the strong pad of his tongue.
When Radu finally pulls back, his gaze is hungry and wild as he admires his work. He looks like he wants to devour him.
“Kiss me,” Emile begs, all too eagerly.
Well, how could he say no to that?
As Radu continues to fuck Emile fast and filthy, the lube and pre cum froth up inside him, and he whines when he feels it dribble out of his ass and onto the bed.
The stimulation to Emile’s prostate doesn’t let up either, and Radu fucks him like a beast in rut. He uses all his raw strength and stamina to pound Emile’s tight, sensitive hole over and over again, desperate to claim what’s his.
All those years of training as a professional battle skater are paying off, and Emile can’t get enough, the constant pleasure of being stuffed full by the man of his dreams making him cry.
“Radu, baby, aHh, fuck, FUCK!!”
Tears stream down the sides of Emile’s face now, completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. His dick aches from the pleasure, and he wants to touch himself but he can’t, needing to hold on to his boyfriend whose powerful thrusts rattle the headboard.
Radu bites the side of his neck hard and Emile screams.
When he pulls back, Radu brings his fingers up to trace the bite mark, seemingly satiated for the moment.
He slows his thrusts then, and just grinds his cock into Emile’s abused prostate.
“There. Now you’re mine,” he says, pupils blown wide, large body shaking from the exertion.
Emile touches Radu’s cheek then, startling him, and then he replies breathlessly.
“I was always yours.”
Emile’s words bring Radu back to the moment instantly, and a large feeling swells in his chest at their meaning.
Staring down at this beautiful boy, this boy he loves more than anyone in the world, who's staring back at him with the most adoration and affection he’s ever felt in his life, brings stinging tears to his eyes. He tries to blink them away, scared to ruin the moment, but Emile speaks again.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.”
And then, he kisses him.
Radu’s walls come crashing down all at once and he surges into the kiss.
Emile reciprocates tenfold, cupping the sides of Radu’s face and wrapping him in his arms, holding him close.
They stay just like that for several moments, kissing and holding each other.
After a minute, Emile leans back to look into Radu's eyes.
“Wanna keep going?” he asks.
Only then does Radu realize that he’s still inside Emile.
“Oh-!” he gasps, blush erupting on his cheeks at their current position.
His boyfriend doesn’t give him a moment to be embarrassed about it though, because a second later he’s squeezing Radu’s ass with both hands, urging him to move.
Radu moans when Emile clenches around his cock, the pressure making his brain spasm and spurring him into action once again.
Radu starts pumping his cock in and out of the Emile’s body. This time his thrusts are long and slow, hitting every raw nerve inside his hole, causing lightning to shoot up his the deer’s spine.
Emile pulls Radu in for another sweet kiss, moaning happily when Radu rolls his hips just right.
Emile wraps his arms around Radu’s neck then, keeping him pressed up against him so he can rut his cock on Radu’s stomach as they makeout.
Things begin to heat up again eventually, and Radu bucks his hips up into Emile’s welcoming body as they suck on each other’s tongues, his hips increasing in speed little by little.
Radu pulls back from the kiss then momentarily, grabs Emile’s legs, and pushes them up against his chest. The new angle forces Radu’s cock in even deeper, and Emile cries in ecstasy.
The room quickly fills again with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies coming together hard and fast, and Emile feels his stomach clench when Radu wraps his hand around his cock.
“Ah, yes!!”
“Emile,” Radu groans, kissing him with every feeling he can’t voice yet.
When he pulls back he locks eyes with his boyfriend, and brings his hand up to wrap around the deer’s delicate throat. Then he leans down and whispers his command into his Emile’s ear.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
And Emile does, eyes closing and brows drawing up tight as he spills ropes of cum hot and messy across his own stomach. His blissed out face pushes Radu that much closer to his own orgasm and his harsh thrusts become animalistic and desperate.
“Baby,” Emile pants, caressing his boyfriend’s cheek “come inside me.”
That sends Radu over the edge too. He cums on a shuddered gasp, spilling his seed inside his boyfriend’s clenching hole.
They both ride the high together until the very end, gasped breaths mixing and making them feel dizzy and overheated.
As they slowly catch their breath, Radu pulls out, trying not to make too much of a mess, and Emile groans softly at the loss.
Then Radu joins him, laying on his back so Emile can lay half on top of him, resting his head on Radu’s chest.
“Pet me,” he orders, and Radu is happy to oblige.
After several minutes of soft breathing and petting, Radu speaks.
“So, shower?”
“Not yet,” Emile groans, “too comfy.”
Radu chuckles, “C’mon, you’re gonna be grumpy if you wake up with jizz in your ass.”
That gets Emile up, grabbing the nearest pillow to shove into Radu’s face.
“Stupid boyfriend with a stupid big dick that always produces a stupid amount of cum!!!”
Radu laughs and tries not to choke on pillow, half-heartedly fighting his way out from the area of attack.
Finally, he manages to get out and somehow maneuvers Emile into a spooning position, hugging him close with the pillow strapped to Emile’s chest for safety. His, not Emile’s.
“Please, you know you love it,” Radu teases, nuzzling the back of Emile’s neck and littering his spotted back with kisses.
“Whatever,” Emile pouts, but he settles down anyway, arms crossed over the pillow in indignation.
Despite Radu’s best effort, they fall asleep like that, wrapped up in each other’s warm embrace.