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Nikolai was roughly pushed onto the table. Fyodor flushed right against Nikolais ass pushing him further onto the table. The white haired man whining as his body was rubbed against the table. Fyodor let out a smirk leaning down next to Fyodor playfully biting his ear.
"You like it rough don't you whore?"
Nikolai let out a whine of agreement arching his back to get some sort of skin contact from Fyodor. As so far the only part they were somewhat connected in was Nikolais ass and Fyodors groin.
Fyodor roughly grabbed onto the white hair pushing nikolai back down, his face hitting the table with a slam. Another moan coming from the depth of his throat, earning another soft chuckle from Fyodor.
"God you are just made for fucking."
Fyodor raised his hand up before roughly slapping Nikolais ass, causing the clown to roll his eyes to the back of his head.
"S... So... G-good Fyodor..."
Another pleased chuckle from the demon was earned.
"Maybe I'll be a bit nicer today and not edge you as much m? Wouldn't you like that slut?"
Nikolai nodded letting out a soft whine. The demon beginning to slowly take off his layers exposing the man in front of him. He first started with the pants, slowly taking them down those deliciously thick thighs throwing them to the other side of the room. Boxers met the same fate just a few moments later.
Underneath all those garments was the much beloved by Fyodor white thigh high socks. Something that Fyodor never removed during their intimacy because of how much they were turning him on.
Nikolai was whining like a whore through out the whole clothing removal, earning another harsh slap on his ass now, with out any layering covering it, the porcelain skin blossoming red.
Fyodors pants began tenting at the sight of Nikolai being so submissive in front of him, whimpering and covered with his slap marks. Fyodor smiled before starting to grind his crotch against the exposed ass of his lover.
Nikolai whimpering at the sudden touch, the stimulation that went from cold air to a hard dick being rubbed against him what started sending him insane. His hands gripping onto the table, nails digging into the wood, leaving scratch marks on it. Earning a lustful grunt from Fyodor.
The friction lasting just for a bit until Nikolais legs began shaking, making Fyodor stop all together. Earning an annoyed whimper from Nikolai and another rough slap on the ass.
Fyodor was getting too impatient and needy to take Nikolai after all this foreplay and decided to not even stretch the man before entering him. Fyodor just unzipped his pants and aligned the demon dick with Nikolais tight hole. The other trying to go further into the table, Fyodor grabbing him by the hair and pushing him closer to his dick again.
"Where are you going lyubimiy? Are you getting cold feet all of a sudden?"
Nikolai swallowed turning his face around to see the shit grin of an expression that Fyodor had, scooting back to Fyodor, earning a delightful chuckle from him again.
With out any notice Fyodor stuffed his hands into Nikolai's mouth drawing some saliva from it costing his dick in it. And even though it wasn't as good as libe he knew the clown liked it a little roughed, the confirmation for it was that delightful moan he realised when Fyodor roughly thrusted his dick into the tight hole.
Nikolais fingers once again digging into the table moaning Fyodors name as the dick made it way through his insides.
Fyodor using Nikolai's hair as a leverage pulling on it to bring Nikolai closer to him. Starting to kissing and sucking on his neck all while his dick was making it's way inside.
Once it was all the way in he pushed Nikolai back down on the table, admiring just what he did to Nikolais neck.
He began brushing his cold fingers against the yet not exposed Nikolais back. His fingers making it's way to the clown's stomach undoing the buttons of the shirt painfully slowly all while his cock was buried deep inside him with the stagnation in movement.
Nikolai whined at the absence of heat as his second last garment was taken off (he still had the socks). Fyodor shushed him, roughly pulling on his hair again pulling Nikolai closer to him once again and beginning to roughly thrust in and out of him. All while his mouth was exploring the neck and upper back of his lover. Biting, licking, kissing and nibbling you name it onto the clown.
The other whining and moaning Fyodors name, the further Fyodor lushed him the less coherent but louder the noises became in the room earning a lustful grunt of approval from Fyodor.
He wasn't much in the mood for reason today so once he could feel Nikolai shaking and nearing his finish he just let him come. Fyodors own orgasm following shortly after. Filling the clown just the way he liked it.
He could hear the heavy huffs as he pulled out his softening member out of Nikolai. The other muffling something about pleasure. Something philosophical but something that didn't bother Fyodor in the slightest.
"I'll never let you come that easily again, dorogoy~"
Said the cunning man, while zipping his pants up and leaving the room and the trembling man on the table behind.