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Ilya panted, his thighs pressed to his chest, sweat dripping off his arms as he groaned in pain. He regained his bearings and pushed through his last set of leg presses. He had recently begun to train to failure, and it was exhilarating watching him do something as simple as work out. Truly, everything he did was mesmerizing and never failed to catch me off guard.
But there was something different this time; it was almost like he had caught on to how much the simple act of exercising affected me. His eyes kept meeting mine, and he gave me that stupid smirk of his every time he caught me looking. He made a show of getting on the abductor machine, increasing the weight drastically. He bent over to clutch the front of the machine as he pushed through, breathing heavily.
He was visibly struggling, but I’d seen him do the same weight as a warm-up several times. Was he genuinely finding it tough, or was he trying to get on my nerves? I tried to focus on my bench press, but it was proving fruitless as blood rushed south. His little pants filled the room, and I thanked nobody in particular that the hotel gym was completely empty.
I walked up to him, unable to sit still any longer. At closer proximity, I could see every vein and muscle emphasized by the sheer force of his effort. His quads nearly fucking rippled when he spread his legs. I stopped myself before my eyes could travel to dangerous territory, which would only prompt more teasing and knowing looks.
“You’ve changed; you’re getting weak, Rosanov.” I announced, finally catching his unguarded attention.
“Why is that?” He slowly sipped water, the warm yellow light falling perfectly on his glistening arms, mapped with veins that ran across his entire arm but disappeared under his sleeve. I grew flustered at the memory of how far they ran and how they felt under my calloused fingertips.
“Fifty is child’s play; it’s not that hard.” I rolled my eyes, leaning on his seat. With that playful smile glued to his face, he turned sideways to fully face me.
“Are you sure I’m the one who’s finding this hard?” His eyes fell pointedly on the slight bulge in my grey sweats. My cheeks heated in embarrassment.
“Shut up.” I turned to walk away, but he stopped me, his hand wrapping around my wrist instinctively.
“Don’t go.” He pouted adorably. “Is so boring to work out alone.” He whined.
“You should’ve thought of that before messing with me.” I refused to look at his eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t name.
His arms circled around my waist, his chin instinctively resting on my shoulder.
“Sorry.” He whispered, sending shivers down my back.
“No, you’re not.” I rolled my eyes, but my hands went to rest atop his anyway.
“Is really fun to tease you.” He agreed, sighing against my neck, sending shivers down my back.
“For you.”
“I think you like it too.”
“You’re just going to assume?”
“You tell me.” He smirked against my neck.
A guttural desperation overtook me, and I whispered ‘Yes’ before I could even think twice.
“Yes, what?” He bit back a laugh.
I whipped around to face him. “Don’t push it.” I warned.
“I’m done with my workout.” He smirked, eyes full of mischief.
“Me too.” I gave into the temptation that was him. I could overcome almost everything, but never the way my mind short-circuited every time he smirked.
Surprisingly, the hotel gym had a fairly spacious locker room. However, I couldn’t marvel over it because his lips were on mine instantly. He pinned me against the lockers without much further thought. There wasn’t a sliver of space between us, and I finally felt the sense of comfort I had longed for. But the heat soon overtook all my senses when his lips latched onto my neck, never hard enough to leave a mark, and his hands moved dangerously close to my waistband.
The stuffy room combined with the heat of his body almost made it suffocating. I peeled off my shirt and moved to take his off. But he dropped to his knees before I could even make sense of anything. His eyes never left mine. His hands were everywhere, but his frantic touches were nowhere near where I needed him the most.
“Can I?” He breathed out, his hands running along my hips. That was enough to tip me into a delirious haze of want.
“Yes.” I replied without skipping a beat. I didn’t think it was possible to need something so badly.
He pulled down my sweats slowly, dragging out the moment longer than I’d have liked. By the time he finally got it off, we were both panting. If he had delayed it even a second longer, I would’ve taken care of it myself. I had never felt desperation so deep and profound.
He seemed transfixed, as if it was the first time he was seeing me. But it was far from the first time. His eyes sought mine with a smile so vulnerable and open that, for a moment, I forgot what we were about to do. I just wanted to kiss him until we couldn’t remember our own names.
So, I leaned down to place a chaste kiss on his lips, and he sighed against me. My knees almost gave out when he finally touched me. His calloused hands were soft on me, taking me apart with each touch and stroke. I was a moaning mess by the time he took me in his mouth. If his fingers worked like magic, his mouth was otherworldly.
I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and let myself drown in the pleasure. But I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes off him, not when he took me apart with his tongue. Not when he fought the urge to breathe as if he couldn’t bear to stay away for even a moment. Not when his gaze met mine, charged with a familiar want, but there was something in the depths of his eyes that I couldn’t seem to place. Something so vulnerable and fragile that it would disappear if I looked away for even a second.
He moved his tongue in a way that had me seeing stars, making me practically whimper. His teary eyes looked black with lust, and his mouth was a brighter red. My hand found its way to his soft curls as I began to thrust into his mouth at a slow pace. He moaned around me; the vibrations almost made me break right then. He began to bob his head in rhythm with my thrusts, and I nearly screamed.
I wanted to be surrounded by his heat forever, but I could feel my release already building. Being highly sensitive was honestly a curse. And if he was involved, I would feel everything tenfold regardless. There was no going around it; I would always break with the slightest pressure, especially if it was from him.
He moaned around me when my hips bucked forward. I felt the back of his throat, and I knew I couldn’t hold up much longer. He seemed to notice too, so he took it as his personal mission to go as fast and deep as he possibly could.
“I’m about to—”
He hummed in understanding or encouragement; I couldn’t tell. But the vibration only pushed me over the edge, and I was spilling into his mouth within seconds. I bit into my hand to stop myself from crying out. The room was empty, but it didn’t mean that my screams would go unnoticed.
He pulled off with a pop, nuzzling at my crotch, sending shivers down my spine. He placed small kisses from my navel to my neck, finally meeting my lips.
A loud and rushed ringing filled the room, and we sprang apart in a panic.
“False alarm!” A voice outside called out.
“Let’s take this to the room, huh?” He chuckled softly as I scrambled to put my clothes back on.
*******
Our clothes were off even before we hit the bed. If there were cameras in the hotel hallways, we were thoroughly screwed. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, especially when he pulled me impossibly closer. I dropped to my knees instinctively, finding him hard and delirious.
“Can I touch you?” I looked up to find him flushed and panting.
“Please.” He breathed, throwing his head back against the wall.
I stroked him a few times before placing kitten licks and soft kisses all over. He shivered and struggled to stand upright. I had never seen him so worked up in the eight years I had known him. He must’ve gone really long without sex to get this antsy. He whimpered; he actually whimpered when I sucked him deeper.
He pulled out, eyes wide and glassy.
“Was that bad?” I blurted out in panic.
“No, opposite.” He sighed dreamily. “I just…don’t want to come like this.”
“I don’t bring lube.” I admitted unhappily.
“I did.” He ran a hand through his messy hair.
“You really came prepared, huh?”
“You could say that.” He chuckled awkwardly.
“What’s going on? You’re being weird.”
“Promise you won’t laugh?” He fidgeted with his fingers.
“Of course. What’s going on?” My voice went softer.
“I…uh…wanted to try something different this time.” Ilya bit his lip nervously
“Okay.” I folded my arms as he trudged to the bed. “Sex-related?”
“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “I want to…um…you know…do it the other way?”
“Huh?” It suddenly felt like we were speaking completely different languages.
"You know." He shrugged, gesturing wildly.
"No?"
“For God's sake!" He groaned. "I want you to fuck me.”
My jaw dropped at his admission. I never dreamed in a million years that he’d ever utter those words.
“It’s completely alright if you don’t want to. I love y—everything we do, and I don’t care what we do. I just want it to be with you.” He took my hands in his. “I promise; we’ll only do things we’re both comfortable with. If you’re not okay with it, neither am I. I don’t want to make this weird—
“Okay.” I cut him off.
“Okay, what?” His brows furrowed in genuine confusion this time.
“Okay, I’ll fuck you.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything. I’ve thought about it before, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to.” I gave him a small smile, trying to gauge his reaction.
“You should’ve just talked to me.” He sighed, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. He had been doing that a lot lately, laughing in tense situations.
“We barely meet, and when we do, there isn’t much…talking involved.”
He laughed out loud, the kind that was endlessly infectious. I eased into his joy and felt it at my very core as I chuckled along.
“I—I wasn’t lying.” He spluttered.
I heaved, “About what?”
“I did come prepared.”
My eyes widened in realization.
His eyes darkened like the night sky as he straddled me.
I caressed his hair gently, tucking a few strands behind his ear.
It’ll hurt a little at the start. Anytime you want to stop, just say the word. Okay?”
“Yeah.” He rasped, leaning closer.
After what felt like hours of making out, he finally took the little bottle and poured lube onto his fingers. He coated me in a thick layer, and I didn’t even try to suppress the noises I made. My hands moved of their own accord to his hip, massaging him reassuringly. It wasn’t long before he guided his hands lower, and I felt this intense need to please him in the way he pleased me. Maybe even do better.
I mimicked the movements he had performed thousands of times, and by the way his body arched into mine, I was guessing I wasn’t entirely bad. My mouth opened under his as my fingers slipped between his cheeks and brushed against something hard. My jaw dropped as realisation dawned on me; his jaw fell slack too as I prodded and pressed around the plug.
“This is what you meant by prepared?” I gasped, twisting and fiddling with the plug. “No wonder you’re so sensitive.”
Soon, he began moving in rhythm with my fingers, dancing to my broken symphonies. He groaned as I pushed the plug even deeper inside him. He simply moaned in response, evidently unable to form words in any language he knew. I experimentally slapped his ass, and his eyes glazed over.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” He mewled breathlessly.
“Tell me what you need.” I asked, feeling entirely breathless at the sight of him falling apart on my fingers.
“I—I just need—” He groaned as I slapped him again.
“What?” A trickle of authority seeped into my voice, confidence I didn’t even know I could muster up.
“I need you now.”
“You want this out?” I asked, pushing and pulling at the plug.
“You put it on if you like it so much.” He hissed in frustration as I mercilessly teased him. I started working immediately, grabbing the lube and pouring a generous amount onto my fingers.
“Alright.” I slowly eased it out, using my other hand to push the hair out of his eyes.
His entire body withered when I finally got it out. My jaw dropped in awe at the sight. It was buried in a sticky and glistening condom. It was perfect. I ripped it off.
I reached for the fresh condoms; his eyebrows raised in surprise when I put it on the plug instead of myself.
“What are you doing, Hollander?” He rasped out, grabbing onto my shoulders as I shifted under him.
“What you told me to.” I coated the small toy in a generous coat of lube, and I reached behind.
He gaped for a moment, shock and lust taking over his demeanour. But he regained control within seconds, moving to help me all too eagerly.
“Let me.”
“Yes. Please.” My breath hitched as he reached for me blindly but somehow knew exactly where to touch.
I was a withering mess within moments, and he seemed all too pleased with himself. It scared me sometimes how well he knew my body, how well he knew me.
“There.” He tapped at the side of my neck. “I like your idea more, but will you be able to take me like this?” He cocked a brow at my panting and trembling form.
“Fuck off, of course I can.” I deadpanned, ignoring how sensitive I felt. Even a slight shift made the plug reach deeper, but not close enough.
“Would you prefer if I did all the work?” He gave me a knowing smile, straddling me yet again, but this time he moved with conviction, grinding down on me at a maddening pace.
I mumbled in agreement.
“I need words, Hollander.” He smirked at me devilishly.
“Ride me, Rozanov.” I grinned back at him.
I could feel his smile on mine as he ground down on me at a faster pace. I groaned against his lips, wondering how I was supposed to last.
His hands were everywhere at once, one hand stroking me, the other grabbing the lube. I felt like I could come at the mere sight of him tearing open the condom packet with his teeth. But I couldn’t just let go, not this time.
He slowly sank down on me, and I felt him everywhere. I didn’t know pleasure this intense could exist. When he bottomed out, I saw a piece of heaven in the way his eyes glazed over, his pretty lips parted on a silent moan, and his perfect hair curled around him like a halo. It was too much and not enough all at once; I felt so full, but a familiar hunger was slowly taking over me.
He bit into my shoulder as he circled his hips; the pressure pushed the plug even deeper into me, hitting the spot that made me see stars. I had never made sounds that embarrassing in my entire life, and he seemed nearly too smug about it. His hips sputtered and slowed down after a while, and he seemed blissed out, even though I could tell he wasn’t close.
I flipped us around; it wasn’t half as smooth as I expected, but he didn’t seem to care. He ushered me to move faster, and I obliged without much thought. I thrust into him at a relentless pace, prompting him to chant my name like a sinful prayer. It was getting too stimulating for me, and I knew I couldn’t go on for much longer.
“Shane, I’m close.” He groaned out, and that almost did it for me.
Our eyes met as he finally broke, colouring both our torsos. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as I followed suit immediately after, coming harder than I ever had before. I knew in that moment my heart was hopelessly intertwined with his. And I finally had a name for that tender look in his eyes; I had been mirroring it all along.