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Warm summer wind rushed through Oleg's brownish hair, as he leaned on the balcony railing, observing the city and the people below.
Vinnytsia shure was a beautiful city. Especially at night, when the sunlight died down and you can see the city seemingly stop for a couple of moments before tuning in to it's after dark rhythm.
Soft lights illuminated the ground bellow, partygoers rushing from club to club, people just enjoying the warm night — despite everything the city still remained remotely quiet. Especially on the seventeenth floor balcony, that the man was observing the city from.
A soft clang of champagne glasses against the glass table returned Oleg back from his thoughts. He turned around and glanced at a man, who put them down and swiftly returned back to the kitchen.
Oleg came up to the table, walked around it and sat down on the couch. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying warm air brushing against his cheeks. He smiled.
"What ya smiling about?" — Vlad came back, now with a plate of cheese and a bottle of champagne in his hands.
Oleg just shrugged. He opened his eyes and looked at his friend. The warm light, coming from the only lamp on the whole balcony, gave his already reddish-brown skin a warm glow.
It was moments like this, that reminded Oleg why he fell for this man in the first place. And also filled him with intense desire to ask him to get back together.
But he always found a reason not to.
The man before him was struggling to open the bottle — he still hadn't get used to his arm prosthetic. Oleg held out his hand, offering his help. Vlad defeatedly sighed and gave the bottle to his friend.
The champagne bottle opened with a loud pop. Oleh filled up one glass and handed it to Vlad. Vlad took it and sat next to him. Then he filled his glass and took it in his hand.
"So, you're free again, huh?" — Vlad looked at Oleg, sipping his champagne.
"Yea... K-kinda." — Oleg turned his glass around for a bit, staring into the beverage inside, — "Honestly, Vlad, I d-don't even know how to feel about this. Am I supposed to feel mad? S-sad? I dunno..."
"Hey," — Vlad turned to him and smiled, putting his hand on Oleg's knee, — "take your time. It's gonna to be alright."
Oleg smiled.
"I hope."
"So," — Vlad raised his glass, — "for you."
***
Glass after glass, it took them a hour and a half to finish the bottle. Neither of them were drunk, but definitely a bit tipsy.
Vlad looked at his friend, who was going on about some niche interest that he had, that Vlad was too confused to properly understand. So he just listened, trying to catch at least a couple of words he understood the meaning of.
Vlad tried to pay attention, he really did, but couldn't keep his mind of how handsome Oleg looked right now. Under the moonlight the man, already pale as a ghost, looked even paler. Maybe it was alcohol in Vlad's blood, or the way the soft blueish light contoured Oleg's face, but Vlad could not keep his eyes off of the man sitting besides him.
He sighed.
The sigh made Oleg stop his rant and turn around to look at Vlad.
"Oh," — he murmured under his nose, — "am I being too annoying with this? I'm sorry, I-"
"No," — Vlad interrupted his apology, — "not at all. I love listening to you talk, it's just..." — he tapped his finger on his leg, searching for the right words, — "You look so god damn handsome right now."
Vlad looked awkwardly at Oleg, expecting to at least not to get told to go fuck himself.
But Oleg smiled — the same awkward smile, that they now shared between them. He lowered his head, awkwardly mumbling "Thankyou" under his nose.
"You don't really get what I'm saying, do you?" — Vlad pushed himself closer, removing little space they had between them.
Oleg exhaled sharply, staring Vlad down, but not moving away. Even more, pulling closer, leaving only inches between their faces.
"Then say exactly what you mean."
"I fucking want you, that's what I mean."
Vlad lowered his eyes, looking down on Oleg's lips, slightly parted. They were so close, that he could feel the warm breath on his face.
He wanted them, God, how much he wanted them. And he wanted the man they belonged to.
But he stayed still, patiently waiting for his consent.
The words that never came.
It took Vlad a moment to realise what happened, when Oleg pushed their lips together. He wrapped his arms around Vlad's neck, leaving the man with nothing to do, but to put his hands on Oleg's hips and return the kiss.
Their lips moved against each other, leaving Vlad's head devoid of any thought, that wasn't about them. A tongue brushed against his lower lip and Vlad obediently parted them, a moan escaping from his lips.
Oleg leaned back against the sofa, pulling Vlad with him, sitting him on his lap.
The hand moved up Vlad's neck. Oleg was as usual careful with his hair, resting the hand just below his hairline, as to not accidentally pull on his curls. At least not yet.
He pushed Vlad deeper into the kiss, resting his free hand on Vlad's cheek.
Vlad was gasping for air by the time Oleg pulled away from the kiss. He looked Vlad in the eyes and smirked.
"So? Is this a yes?" — Vlad smiled back, his voice still shaky.
"You want me to repeat myself?"
"And what if I say yes?"
He only got silence as an answer.
Oleg started to slowly unbutton Vlad's shirt. As two upper buttons came undone, he put his lips on his neck. With every button he went down, leaving a trail of kisses on Vlad's body. Oleg stopped on his collarbone, biting down slightly. The man above him let out a shaky moan, shivers running down his spine.
Vlad's fingers dug into the soft sweater on Olegs shoulders. Every kiss, every bite sent spikes of pleasure through his body.
The soft smell of Oleg's perfume sent Vlad's head spinning. There probably weren't any place on his body, that had been left untouched, unkissed, unloved.
Vlad reached for his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. Black garment fell to the floor. His partner looked up, soft smile on his lips, and lightly grazed his body with his hands. Vlad held his breath as he felt soft hands dragging from his chest down to his hips.
"Take your sweater off. Or am i gonna be the only one naked?" — Vlad looked Oleg in the eyes.
The man beneath complied, pulled his sweater off and threw it to the side, little regard to where it'll land. Without a layer of clothes on him, Oleg now looked even thinner, than before.
Vlad ran his hands from Oleg's shoulder to his chest, wide smile across his face. He bent over slightly and pressed his lips against the soft skin. With every kiss he grew more desperate, the kisses becoming rougher and rougher. He eventually picked a spot between the neck and the shoulder. His lips stayed there, until he was sure he would leave a mark.
Vlad pulled away and licked his lips, proudly looking at his "work".
"Hey! Careful with that. I'm glad, that hickeys aren't visible on your skin, but I have to go to work." — Oleg said, lifting Vlad's head by his chin.
"I'll try," — Vlad smiled. — "Can't promise anything, though."
Vlad wrapped his arms around Oleg's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. The kiss was even needier this time. Oleg explored Vlad's back with his hands. The fingers ran down his spine, traced every muscle, sending shivers down his spine. Occasionally, hands would slide even lower, groping his ass, making Vlad moan into the kiss.
"God, you're hot," — Oleg pulled away from the kiss.
He looked at Vlad, who, by now, was a complete mess. Coils of hair had fallen on his face and he was trying to get them off his eyes. Lips parted, he was panting. There were nothing in his eyes, but lust.
Vlad abruptly stood up.
"Were are you going?" — Oleg looked at him, confused.
But Vlad just smirked and slowly lowered down on his knees. He shuffled a bit, eventually finding a way to comfortably sit down.
"Oh!" — Oleg smiled and put his hand in Vlad's hair, — "Good boy."
"That's the last time I let you pull on my hair like that."
"You said that the previous time," — Oleg watched as Vlad opened first the button, then the zip fly.
"Shut up."
The pants quickly ended up in a pile next to Vlad's shirt and Oleg's sweater. Vlad teasingly traced the outline of his bulge. That earned him a loud moan from the man above. He kept rubbing his hand against Oleg's underpants, all while looking up at him with the cocky smile.
Oleg tugged at Vlad's hair, making the man beneath hiss. Vlad looked him in the eye, still smiling.
"Stop playing around, darling."
Vlad obediently followed his order, pulling his underpants down. Oleg gasped as his cock was finally free from any clothing. He bit his lip, holding down a moan, as Vlad wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a few tugs.
Vlad scrunched his nose as he felt a salty flavour of precum on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his dick. He moved his head down, taking more in his mouth. His hand came to rest at the base.
Now both of Oleg's hands were in Vlad's hair, pushing his head down. Vlad took his whole dick into his mouth, moving his head up and down, eyes still locked on Oleg's face.
By now Oleg wasn't holding back anymore, every single one of Vlad's movement accompanied by his moan. Maybe he would have been more restrained with the sounds he was making, but Vlad was too good of a partner to restrain himself for.
Vlad's dragged his tongue from the base up to the tip, wrapping his lips around it. He stayed there, working around it with his tongue, until Oleg was practically crying from pleasure. The man above grabbed Vlad by his hair and pushed him down on his cock, making him gag.
"Sorry," — Oleg let out a shaky laugh and removed his hands from Vlad's hair.
His partner took a moment to breathe and took his dick back into his mouth.
By the time Vlad pulled away from his cock, Oleg was a mess, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners of his eyes.
"And that's all it takes to make you cry?" — Vlad said teasing, getting up from his knees.
Oleg was going to answer his snarky remark, but by the time he evened out his breathing, Vlad was already standing up before him, unbuttoning his pants. They fell down, followed by his underpants. Vlad kicked them away, to the rest of the clothes.
"Oh," — Oleg traced Vlad's naked body with his eyes.
"Enjoying the view huh?" — Vlad sat back at Oleg's knees, — "Don't worry, soon you'll be enjoying even more."
He wrapped his arms around Oleg's neck again. The man beneath put his hands around his waist.
"Do you at least have lube? Or do you want me to fuck you like that?"
Vlad reached for his jacket and pulled out a bottle of lube out of his inner pocket.
"Do you always take it with you? Or is this a special occasion?" — now was Oleg's turn to ask questions.
"I prefer not to answer."
He tossed the bottle to Oleg and sat back on his knees.
"Would you be a good boy and get your ass up?" — Oleg looked him in the eyes, covering his fingers with lube.
Vlad obeyed, raising up from his position, enough for Oleg's hand to slip between his hips. He put his hands on the back of the sofa, his legs getting weaker, as fingers teasingly circled around his hole. A loud gasp escaped his mouth as he felt one push inside.
"Good boy," — Oleg put his free hand around Vlad's cock, moving it in rhythm with his finger.
The man threw his head back, moaning in please.
"God- Oh, God! More, please, more!"
"Aren't so cocky now, are you?"
Even if Vlad wanted to respond to this, he wasn't given a chance to do so. Oleg pushed another finger inside him and any words that Vlad was going to say got stuck in his throat, coming out in a loud moan.
"Good, good," — Oleg bit his lower lip. — "Good boy. Continue like that and I'll let you sit on my cock."
The quiet "Yes, please" came out of Vlad's mouth between moans.
Oleg curled his fingers at just the right place to hit the spot. Vlad threw his head back again, almost screaming out "Yes!", in between loud moans. A single tear rolled down his cheek. His partner smiled at this, continuing to thrust his fingers inside of him. He pushed a third finger inside, making Vlad loose his breath for a moment.
A stretch hurt a little and Vlad let out a quiet hiss.
"Too soon?" — Oleg looked up, a bit of a worry on his face, — "Should I-"
"N-no- " — a soft moan, — "It's alright."
"Fine, then."
Oleg still decided to be a little bit softer with Vlad, slowing down his thrusts. The man whispered "Thanks" into his ear.
Vlad's eyes focused on a man before him. He traced every curve of Oleg's face with his eyes, smiling as he did so. The moon still covered his face in blue light and made him even more handsome.
"God, you're so hot," — Vlad said between moaning.
"I can say the same about you."
Oleg pulled his fingers out and Vlad let out a dissatisfied groan. He put his hands on Vlad's hips, slightly pushing him down.
"Fuck yes! " — Vlad felt Oleg's dick against his hole, — "Oh God, please put it in!"
He didn't wait for the answer, pushing his hips down. Both of them moaned, as Oleg's dick slid inside.
Wave of pleasure rushed through Vlad's body and it took him every bit of his self control to not just cum there and then. He sat still, getting used to the size of the thing inside him.
"God, you're huge," — the sentence came out quieter then Vlad expected.
And much more needier then he wanted.
"You're so fucking hot when you're this horny," — Oleg dug his fingers deeper in Vlad's hips, making the man above moan.
Vlad started moving his hips up and down, starting out slow. He moved one of his hands to Oleg's shoulder, grabbing at it so hard, that it would probably leave a couple of bruises. The robotic arm still stayed on the back of the couch, the man being a bit weary of accidently hurting his partner.
Hands on his hips guided his movements, speeding up the pace. Vlad gave up any attempts to be quiet now (if he had any to begin with) and moaned with every touch of Oleg's hands.
Their lips touched again in series of short hot kisses, broken by moans and gasps. Hands traveled around each other's bodies.
Oleg's eyes were locked on Vlad's face. For some reason, that Oleg still hadn't figured out, the more disheveled Vlad looked, the hotter he was. His bleached hair fell on his face, it's yellowish whiteness contrasting with Vlad's auburn complection. Oleg carefully removed a couple of strands from his face and the man smiled softly.
The heat shared between the two was insufferable. By now, they knew every curve of each other's bodies, yet the hands continued to explore around, grabbing at the soft skin, when the thrusts got especially hard.
"Touch me. Plea-" — Vlad moaned loudly, as he felt Oleg's cock brush against his prostate, — "Oh, God! Please, touch me!"
"Desperate, aren't you?" — Oleg teasingly dragging his finger from the base of Vlad's cock up to his tip.
Vlad moaned loudly.
"Please," — soft whisper escaped Vlad's mouth.
But his pleas fell on deaf ears and Oleg continued to brush his fingers against his cock. It took him nearly crying, pleading for more, until Oleg was satisfied.
Oleg wrapped his fingers around his dick, timing the movement of his hand to his thrusts. The man above now was ecstatic, barely having time to breathe between moans.
"Good boy," — Oleg said softly, as Vlad's arms gave up and the man put his head on Oleg's shoulder, his mouth now right near the man's ear.
Every time Vlad exhaled, his shaky breath brushed against Oleg's ear, making the man beneath tremble.
"I love you so fucking much," — Oleg hissed, grabbing his partner's hips.
The man above groaned, when Oleg removed his hand from his dick.
Vlad tried to answer, but the only thing that fell from his lips was a sharp moan. He felt a heavy feeling in his lover abdomen. The sweet anticipation of orgasm mixed with sad unwillingness to end this moment of pure intimacy.
"Oleg, darling," — he moaned softly into his ear, — "I- I don't think I could hold on for longer. God, you feel so good."
"Good," — Oleg dug his fingernails deeper into Vlad's soft skin. — "Me too."
Oleg threw his head back and looked at Vlad. His hair, usually carefully slicked back, now was all over his face. But the man didn't seem to be bothered by this at all.
The thrusts got rougher. Both of the men were panting heavily. Oleg wrapped his hand around Vlad's dick again, the man above now screaming out in pleasure.
A wave of pleasure rushed through Vlad's body. He threw his head back, eyes wide open.
"Good boy," — Oleg dipped his finger in the white liquid, that now was all over his chest.
He brought it to Vlad's lips and the man above obediently parted them. He wrapped his tongue around the finger, sucking it clean.
"Like the taste of your own cum, huh?" — cocky smile appeared on Oleg's face, — "Slut."
"I've always been a slut for you," — Vlad murmured.
He felt fingers dig into his hips again. The thrust became rougher, loosing any sense of rhythm.
It wasn't long until Vlad felt a hot liquid filling him up inside. His partner was trembling, as pleasure struck through his body.
Both of them were now breathing heavily. Arms wrapped around each other, they sat still, enjoying the afterorgasm bliss.
"Thank you," — Oleg whispered and reached in for a kiss.
"You're welcome."
Their lips touched in a soft kiss.