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He was not very popular with girls, at least when it came to dating. He knew that people liked him for his face, that even some called it 'girly'. He wasn't sure if he should take offence or just brush it off, were they complimenting him or bullying him? That, he would never be sure of. It didn't bother him much. There was no reason for him to feel offended anyway.
Despite all of that, he couldn't understand his partner's reactions. He teased him and always seemed nonchalant or uncaring about him or the matters related to their partnership. He didn't even call him by his first name unlike his previous partners. But now things have changed a little, Doug saved him too like he had saved him so it felt more like a reciprocating partnership—like Doug actually cared. The man was intending to sacrifice himself for all of them but Kirill would have jumped off the helicopter ladder if it weren't for that miraculous explosion which sent Doug flying right into his hand. Kirill would have never forgiven himself if Doug was gone that day. He had developed so much fondness for this man.
Kirill took a deep breath, if a bit shaken, cheeks warm and heart fluttering with happy little fairies. He cleared his throat, trying to blink away that sudden warmth and giddiness he was experiencing. But he couldn't lie to himself anymore, he knew he couldn't have been any more obvious from the start, but he used to deny it. Now he was starting to accept the fact that he actually liked Doug more than a business partner. The man was mature and confident and righteous; but not the naive, artless kind of righteous. If anything, he was a sagious genius. But those eyes, those mysterious green orbs always seemed to bewilder him for a moment he thought he had been able to read him. He was curious about too many things concerning this gorgeous man.
A few hours more through the trip on the bus, Kirill and his brother Valery had moved to the seats facing Doug and Doctor Apple. The teen was so invested in what he was telling the older man—who looked more on the sleepy side. He and his brother were sipping away at the refreshing peach juice, chatting among themselves from time to time and joining the teen and the mint eyed man in conversation some other times. And occasionally Valery would go to the front—driver's seat—to switch with Derick or Max. Travis and the girls would bet over something or team up on their phones to play some RPG.
The sun was close to setting, showering the sky with a pinkish orange glow, a still-bright yet gentle hue. The breeze brushed through his hair and when he moved his gaze to Doug again, the man was already looking at him, a gentle smile perched on his lips. His breath hitched, Valery and Apple's conversation a background to the loud beating of his pulse. He smiled back, if a bit shyly, and squeezed the cup in his palms a little. Doug's head suddenly lolled down, eyes drooping and then a snore sounded from him.
Eh-?!
Kirill suddenly felt irritated, biting his tongue and his bottom lip, fuming. He clenched his fist and firmly but quietly punched the seat. That was a total mood-killer, so offending and embarrassing, when he finally thought that maybe there was a flicker of hope. He sighed before downing a big gulp of his juice. Life wasn't on his side, it seemed. He needed some alcohol, juice wouldn't do.
~💜~
"Neh, Kirill-" At hearing his first name roll off the object of his affection's tongue, it sent butterflies and fairies singing in his chest. He looked at Doug, unable to catch what he was saying right after. Not just because it was the first time he called him by his first name, the thing was… They were both stark naked, in a very no homo way nevertheless. "Constable Vrubel!" Fingers snapped right in front of his eyes, startling him out of his haze. "YES!" He cleared his throat and zeroed his eyes in on the other's. Doug chuckled faintly and sat on the stool right next to his. "I was asking, can I use your soap?"
"Ah, sure. Here you go~" Kirill handed it over to him, rubbing his own skin with the remaining slippery foam and eyeing Doug curiously as he hummed a 'thank you' and rubbed it between his palms for a little. He openly watched him as he put the soap bar between them on the edge of the long sink and rubbed his hands all over his chest, arms and shoulders. "Like what you see? Looks like you're enjoying yourself." The smirk could be heard before he even glanced up at him. "Yeah.." He breathed out dazedly, only a second later realising that he was gaping, face and neck warming up. "No- I- I mean! Yes, you're quite fit for an oldie~" He teased instead, proud of himself when the smirk on the man dropped to a gasp. "Woah! How old do you think I am?"
Kirill gave him a once over glance again, humming with fingers on his chin. "Forty? Forty something?" He snickered when Doug's gasp intensified comically. "Excuse you! I'm only thirty two. Besides, age has nothing to do with being healthy anyway." He shrugged, rubbing his neck with the slippery foam of the soap. Kirill licked his own lips unconsciously, watching the man's glowing skin under the slicky glid of hands; his Adam's apple, his eyelids and eyelashes an aesthetic view. "True.." He replied absentmindedly before pouring water down on himself to rinse off the soap, and hopefully his daydreaming along with it.
"I'm going in first. You can put the soap bar in my basket right there." He scrambled his way up hastily, wrapping a towel around his hips and pointing at the little basket around the corner. Doug acknowledged him with a hum and a nod, pouring water on himself as well. But Kirill had already left before the man could even stand up. When he got to the men's section, nobody was there. The hot spring was giving off the perfect warmth contrasting the cool breeze against his skin. He sighed in content and unwrapped his towel to put it on a nearby rock next to where he reclined himself in the warm water. Just as he was getting himself comfier, Doug strode in, taking off his towel casually before sinking in the water opposite side from him. Comfortable silence fell upon them, only their occasional calm sighing and the distant sound of the girls laughing and talking among themselves from the other side could be heard.
"Nobody here yet, huh?" Doug cracked an eye open to look at him. Kirill sighed and turned around to rest the side of his head on his folded arms over the edge. "Yeah, that's strange! I thought they were all hyped up for the hot springs." He mumbled out, blinking slowly at Doug who had his cheeks roseate, probably because of the pleasant heat rediating around them. Doug didn't say anything, neither looked away, he was also blinking slowly at him, maybe a bit absentmindedly or so Kirill guessed. Kirill didn't want to look away either, even when these mysterious emerald eyes darkened and trailed down his back and shoulders.
He felt his own cheeks warming up a little too much and definitely not because of the hot spring water, heart pumping quicker and lips tingling on their own accord. Doug's Adam's apple bobbed up and down slowly, a hint of a smirk danced on these soft-looking lips. Kirill licked his lips, biting his lower one into his mouth gently and glancing at the entrance just to be safe, and glided from his position and over to where the older man was leaning against the edge with that open, relaxed and welcoming posture of his. When he came face to face with him, their bodies mere inches from each other, Doug's smirk widened, a short chuckle pushing out of his nose. Kirill grinned, teeth still digging softly into his bottom lip.
He gulped and eyed the man's lips, kissable and inviting. Darting his gaze back up, Doug seemed to be doing the same. He slowly leaned closer and so did the older man, unspoken words shared between them. The first press of lips got him shaking; he couldn't believe it wasn't one of his daydreams. It was actually happening, Doug's lips so soft and pleasantly full enough to make him want more. But it wasn't him who deepened it. It was Doug who hummed in approval and pulled him impossibly closer, hand on his cheek and nape while the other was at his waist, sending warmth dancing in his belly. Kirill heard himself give a quiet whimper, cupping the man's cheek and tilting his head for a full kiss, tongues sliding in together and fingertips brushing the man's mullet, his other hand sliding on Doug's neck and shoulder.
The feeling of Doug's muscular front against his under the water was maddening. He sucked onto the man's lower lip hungrily, feeling himself stir down there, heat scorching in his core, he tangled his fingers into the soft thick brown locks. Doug's fingers tightened around his waist and then stroked sensually and slowly all over his back, sending tingles down Kirill's spine every time his hand reached his lower back. "Aughfff, Doug!!" He arched his back and breathed out as their mouths parted, only for the older man to kiss his way down the younger's neck, open and wet and hungry.
Kirill whimpered when he felt the man's arousal against his abdomen, hot and sinful and solid. He stroked Doug's hard pec and up to wrap his fingers around his bicep and Doug pulled off of his collarbone to meet his hazy gaze. "Kirill.." He breathed against his lips, hovering them there barely touching and bumping the tips of their noses together in a surprisingly affectionate manner. Kirill's stomach made an excited flip, bursting into spring flowers blooming in his chest.
Just as their lips were about to lock again—Doug's hand slowly sliding down over the crack and tickling him—, loud noises of their trip companions bursted into the space and they pulled apart so quickly it gave Kirill whiplash, breathing heavily and holding tightly onto the rocky edge of the spring, his face on fire as much as his lower region underneath the water. The newcomers sprang into the water all loudly and noisily, totally unaware of the little intimate moment they just interrupted. Kirill's eyes locked with Doug's for a moment there, a slow-motion-like one. These emeralds held too many words as they searched his, the man's chest heaving and his cheeks dusted rosy. They eyed their companions who seemed to be engrossed in some kind of a squabble, and then looked back at each other. Kirill stifled back a grin to no avail, to which Doug returned with a snorted chuckle.
~💜~
Kirill barely managed to ease down his arousal, he wanted Doug so badly. They joined the others in conversation right after and that was what grounded Kirill for the entire time; the way his eyes would meet Doug's, the way their arms brushed, the tension—the unbearable mutual tension was almost suffocating but surprisingly in a pleasant way. His brother kept giving him that knowing look from time to time, they never talked about it but he wasn't really hiding it.
He noticed that Derick was more on the squirmy fidgety side, and he suddenly bolted out, excusing himself with cheeks on fire. Valery had a smirk on his face and excused himself cheekily before the big man can even reach the curtains. As Kirill caught it, he chuckled at the squeak Derick let out when Valery landed a playful smack to his towel-clad cheeks just as they barely stepped out of the door. Doug seemed to notice as well since he caught gazes with Kirill, whistling suggestively. "Pff, shut up!" The younger man shoved him with his shoulder, feeling a toothy grin tugging at his mouth. "I didn't say anything though.." The older man shrugged, a smug smirk adorning his pretty visage.
Kirill pouted playfully, looking at the other from underneath his eyelashes. But to his surprise, the smirk on Doug's face faltered a little, a very quiet hitch of breath could be heard due to their proximity. Travis was saying something out loud, apparently talking to the women on the other side, Pink cussed at him aggressively along with Max's threat of punching him to death. But Kirill wasn't really listening, all his attention was on Doug, the way his pupils seemed to dilate, the others' laughing and little quarreling a background to his ears. He swallowed down the tension and excused himself urgently. While he was in the corridor, he made out Doug excusing himself idly, his voice so relaxed as if he wasn't affected by what they just shared, others' voices bidding him goodnight.
Kirill took a deep breath, letting it out shakily, and headed to the rooms. "Oh right…" He remembered Derick and Valery leaving early for obvious reasons so he wasn't sure if he could go back to the room he shared with his brother. Though fortunately, he was answered on his way at the creaking sound from one of the rooms a couple of doors from his. "Ah, fuuhh- V-Val, you're a bit rough– aughff! S-Slower!"
"Can't help it now, baby boy hmnn~ Gotta pound that tight-"
"Holy- what the- pfff–" His eyes widened and he scurried to his room as fast as possible, stifling a snicker in his palm. He slammed his door shut, sighing, "Jeez! I didn't need to hear that! What the hell!!", rubbing his forehead. Before he could head to his bag, light knocking sounded behind him. He swung it open without thinking and before registering who it was, the body pushed him in further hurriedly and closed the door behind them in a flash, pressing him against it. "Hey- hmfff!" A mouth smashed on his and he definitely knew that mouth. He moaned into the kiss, tangling his fingers into the damp hair. "Hah, D-Doug!" He gasped for air when their lips parted, Doug's trailing down his neck right after, nibbling and nosing at his pulse. Kirill couldn't help squirming around, baring his throat to the man some more.
Doug pulled off of his neck, panting, and gazed down at him with that dazed look, sliding his hands up Kirill's sides to his arms. Kirill knew he was gaping up at the glory of Doug before him, the man was beautiful, defined cheekbones and jawline, elegant nose carved like one of a God's and eyes neither large nor narrow but something pleasant in between. The length of his hair and its brown like waterfalls of brute gold. Everything. Everything about this man was screaming supremacy and Kirill would do anything for him. It might sound toxic but he was beyond whipped.
"You're so beautiful, Kirill." Doug's voice cut his train of thought, yanked him out of his trance, his heartbeat quickening at the words he barely registered. Doug's voice was a whisper, a bit gruff yet gentle but what killed him the most was the endearingly soft look in his emeralds. So soft and genuine it melted him. "Uh D-Doug!!" He weakly reprimanded, embarrassed, covering his face with his hands, peeking shyly through two fingers at Doug who was chuckling softly with a grin all over his face. "Don't go shy on me now~" Doug tugged his hands off his face, fingers curled around his wrists so gently, his skin a bit rough. Kirill felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest.
"You-You're being embarrassing, Dooougu!!" He whined, feeling his face and ears burning, and looked away, trying to squirm his hands free but Doug tightened his grip slightly. His legs went jello when the man's low chuckle tickled at his neck, lips and nose trailing up and down his skin. He gasped, "D-Doug!", as his arms were being lifted above his head, his wrists in one grasp. The older man pulled away, eyeing him with these mysterious emeralds of his. It sent shivers down his spine, the thrill of it making him squirm around uselessly without thinking. "Look at you! All hot and bothered," Doug was smirking. He pressed his body against Kirill's, the latter's arousal jumping in delight at the delicious contact. "An' all pliant against me."
The man's free hand traveled down his chest until it reached his happy trail, tickling him in a confusingly enticing way. A soft whimper escaped Kirill's throat without his permission, he swallowed down his embarrassment under that gaze watching his every single expression. "Huff- Douguuu!" He looked away, pouting slightly. "Hm? What was that, kitten?" And that made his breath hitch, he felt himself twitching, burning excitedly. Doug's face got again closer, breath tickling under his jaw really close to his ear. Kirill squeezed his eyes shut, a shiver running down his spine, and let a little whimper slip out of his throat. A warm tongue pressed its way flat against the side of his neck, teeth nibbling their way to his earlobe, tugging gently.
"Isn't kitten so eager for me, huh?" His voice was so close, low and dizzying. "Y-Yes.. Please, Doug- do something and stop teasing already!" He whined, feeling extremely impatient for this foreplay, yet he enjoyed it; it was making him extra hot and bothered. A low chuckle fanned over his ear and nape, raising goosebumps across his skin in its wake. The man's hand slipped under his towel and grabbed him, it dropped undone and pooled around his feet. His mouth parted on a silent moan, Kirill gazed up at Doug who lazily smirked at him and then pressed their lips together. The kiss started off with a peck, a gentle and almost chaste press of lips to lips—completely contrasting the debauched hand around his arousal—until it went more sensual with slow strokes of tongues and teeth tugging lips, and sucking. The man's hand down around him moved ever so slightly, making him squirm, trying to break his wrists free.
"Ngh, D-Dougu-" He gasped out of the kiss, Doug letting his wrists go and trailing his mouth to the other side of his neck this time. He sucked little bites half-heartedly on his skin. Kirill huffed and rutted slightly into the fist, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and diving his fingers into the thick locks of golden brown, scratching at his scalp. Doug let out a chuckled huff against his neck before pulling off with a wet kiss. Kirill gazed up at him, tracing with his eyes every little detail of this pretty man's features. A smile tugged at the corner of Doug's mouth, a dandy little wrinkle appearing there. The younger raised his gaze to these emeralds to find a look of warmth and lust and fondness and everything in between.
They were so close, he felt his heart thrumming pleasantly against his ribcage in excitement. Trailing his hands down Doug's well-defined arms to settle them on his chest, the man's heartbeat drumming under his touch, rhyming with his. He eyed his kiss-glistening lips, glancing up to his eyes, and then he stood on tiptoes and kissed him again. Both of Doug's hands came to settle on his bare hips, pulling their bodies flush against each other. His arousal rubbing against the material of Doug's towel and the large bulge underneath was driving him insane as he hummed eagerly into his mouth, slinking a leg over the man's hip, to which Doug immediately slid a hand down over his thigh and kneaded at it hungrily.
Kirill huffed and panted as they broke apart; his companion was panting just as breathlessly with a small grin showing his pearly whites, untucking the towel and letting it drop to the floor, his arousal jumping proudly in the open and out of its confines. "Ooh~ look at you, such a big boy, huh~?" Kirill licked his lips unconsciously, gently sinking his teeth into his lower lip right after. "Yeah? D'you like it? Kitten wants to give it a lick?" Doug seemed to be teasing with that smug look on his face, holding himself in a hand, long slow strokes and all the show. Kirill couldn't help thinking lewdly about how heavy it looked, thickly swallowing the flood of saliva in his mouth.
He nodded his head positively with half of his bottom lip sucked into his mouth, looking up at Doug coyly through his eyelashes. Doug gave a little growled grunt, smacking his lips against Kirill who immediately opened up eagerly and kissed just as enthusiastically, moaning into the kiss and rubbing the man's muscular torso. Once apart, Kirill didn't waste much time and started trailing wet open-mouthed kisses down Doug's skin, teasing at his pulse and squeezing at his pecs. Continuing his way down further, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it hungrily and apparently surprising Doug who gasped a confused sound yet looked like he enjoyed it. "Kiriru-" His voice was thick with arousal, eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he panted, watching him.
Kirill's stomach did that giddy flip, erupting into flower petals inside his chest. He squirmed slightly in his place at that look and tone, feeling himself getting wetter. "Right at it, daddy~" He whispered playfully, only for his breath to hitch at the darker lustful look he received, a hand came up to knead at the junction between his neck and shoulder. "Yeah, you better, kitten. Show daddy what you got!" He mumbled out, his voice a bit strained as he looked all hot and bothered and like he was holding himself back. And maybe he really was, if that firm hand on his nape was any indication. He shivered in arousal and continued his lewd trail of kisses down the man's abdomen and happy trail, slowly and prettily getting on his knees, making sure to jut his bottom out.
He took a hold of the hardness in his hand, pressing the tip to the corner of his own mouth and smirking at the way Doug clenched his jaw and gulped thickly, letting out a shuddered breath. Kirill hummed in content and closed his eyes, darting his tongue out to tease at the slit to which Doug hissed and scratched at his scalp with the fingers in his lilac hair. "Y-yeah.. Hah.. Good boy, keep going." He breathed out in praise. Kirill opened half-lidded eyes and looked up through his lashes, humming again and arching his back deeper, catching Doug eyeing his lips and buttcheeks. He mouthed at the underside and around the whole length for a bit, then he took the head into his mouth, and inch by inch to the slope of his throat and back out, repeating it for a few times, showing off his zero gag reflex. "Ah- fuhhck-- haah!!" Doug's eyes rolled back, he seemed to go weak in the knees since he supported himself with a hand against the door next to them.
Kirill might have forgotten that they were in a hotel room with their trip companions next doors, and to top it all, they were still behind the door. But he was so immersed in the heavy feeling of Doug on his tongue, warm and heavy and hard and so wet gushing pre. He slid him again into his mouth, tightening around his length, long and slow stroke that Doug whimpered above him, clenching his fist in his hair. He picked up his pace, clenching his mouth some more around him. Glancing up, Doug's eyes rolling back, his mouth parted on a silent moan. Kirill tightened his throat again with short, slow strokes inside, Doug moaning breathlessly and pawing weakly at Kirill's shoulder but Kirill didn't pull off of him and sucked harder. For some lewd reason he wanted to taste him down his throat, he had never done this before with anyone but Doug was Doug and he couldn't come to waste any drop of him.
He swallowed down as much as he could, some of it escaping the corners of his mouth. He pulled off with a debauched wet pop, landing a sloppy kiss on the tip, and relished Doug's flustered expression. Panting, he watched Doug collect himself and pick up one of the towels and Kirill let him wipe his mouth clean, "Yeh.. You didn't have to go this far."
"I wanted to. And you enjoyed it." He grinned cheekily up at him, to which Doug chuckled breathlessly. "Well, Kirill- let's go all… let's go all the way." He decided after a pause. "Fuck yeah, please! I thought you'd never ask!" He accepted the hands offered to pull him up to his feet, immediately pushing his and Doug's way to the bed with sloppy hungry kisses.
"Lube? Condoms?" Doug asked, reclining on his elbow, a hand caressing Kirill on a butt cheek. "Yup!" Kirill pecked his lips a few more times before getting off his lap and going for his bag. He bent down on purpose, putting himself on full display for Doug to see, the man whistled in appreciation. The room was half dim but he could see clearly where he was rummaging for the condoms and bottle of lube. "Oh- Got 'em!" He chirped and wiggled his butt slightly, waving the items as he turned around to his company who looked so ethereal with the lights from outside filtering through the window, reclining on one side halfway, a lazy smirk adorning his features, his skin was glowing that golden hue or maybe Kirill's eyes were exaggerating. Either way, he was fascinated.
He gulped, hopefully subtly, and made his way to Doug who raised his eyebrows at him, an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Different sized condoms, huh? Usually keeping that with you?" Kirill felt himself blushing, he could almost feel the heat steaming out of his ears. "N-no~! That's 'cause… I just don't know your size," Coughing, "so yeah just in case. Just to be safe." He shrugged it off, ignoring his own burning face, sitting on his heels beside Doug and putting the packets and the little bottle on the mattress next to them. Doug chuckled and sat upright, landing a long unexpected kiss on Kirill's burning cheek. "So you were planning to seduce me either way, huh? That's cute though."
Kirill wanted to retort back or defend himself but nothing came out, it wasn't entirely wrong after all. He watched silently Doug looking through the packets until he picked up one, waving it at Kirill suggestively. The younger rolled his eyes shaking his head, hands on the sheets in front of him with his chest slightly squished between his upper arms. "Gimme that lube!" Doug pushed the other condoms a bit away and grabbed the bottle of lubricant but instead of giving it to him like he asked, he seemed reluctant. "Can't I do it for you?" He titled his head, shaking the bottle gently. Kirill wasn't really used to this. Doug was too lover-material for his heart to handle. Feeling a bit flustered, he shyly mumbled an approval.
Doug smiled and pressed their lips together, rolling his against his, head titling and tongues greeting, lip sucking and all slow and dizzying. Kirill was in heaven. A soft pop of lips as they parted, Doug lopsidedly smiling at him and then trailing his gaze down his collarbone and chest and tummy. "So pretty.." He whispered and gently coaxed Kirill into lying on his back. Unlike his usual attitude in bed with others, the younger let himself be led by Doug—it was Doug Billingham after all, not a stranger, and hopefully not a one night stand. His collarbone was peppered in wet kisses and sucking, going further to his chest and teasing at his pecs and nubs, hands all over his torso, caressing his waist, abdomen and hips. Kirill huffed and moaned gently, squirming around at the warm, rough texture of the older one's hand, rubbing at his pelvis area and almost touching his arousal but not quite, the thumb teasing his bellybutton, the hot mouth engulfing his poor little nipple, sucking and nibbling.
"Dougu..!" He urged tentatively, unable to stay still. "Gotcha!" Rumbled out Doug. Before Kirill even registered it, he gasped an embarrassing high pitched sound at the sudden, sharp flow of pleasure blaring like music in his nervous system when the man enveloped his arousal into his warm wet mouth in one go, pulling out in a tight slow drag. He covered his mouth with both hands, so embarrassed that he could even hear the blood rushing to his ears and neck. Doug, apparently very pleased with himself, had a naughty smirk over the tip of his erection which was the hottest and most lewd—yet somehow the most beautiful—thing he had ever witnessed. Kirill's core did a violent flip, almost knocking the breath out of him, he felt so close that he might have climaxed undone just now. Right on Doug's pretty face. "Kitten is blushy all over, how pretty!" He rasped out before doing it again, the tight skillful slid down and all the way off.
Kirill couldn't hold himself back and gave into that man: he moaned, deep and breathy, parting his knees apart and biting on his knuckles, head diving back on the pillow. He saw stars when the tip and slit hit the ridged part of Doug's mouth roof a few times, throat smooth and warm and tightening—then the air was sucked out of his lungs and his mouth fell on a silent scream, blacking out for a moment there as he felt his own sweet release. When he came to, a few seconds later, he hazily looked down at Doug who had his face scrunched up ever so slightly, yet seemed unfazed, tongue out at his tip. His stomach made that flip again and his member twitched and uncontrollably oozed a little more onto the man's tongue. What both embarrassed and aroused him the most was the fact that Doug's face now was a canvas to a masterpiece of random strokes and pearls of his own release.
"O-oh my- I'm so sorry, lemme fix this-" He strained an arm to reach out for the box of tissues at the nightstand, catching it in time before it could fall and ripping out a few to wipe Doug's face clean. The man chuckled and sat upright, grasping Kirill's wrist in one hand, and with the other, he took hold of the tissues from him and wiped his own face instead, swallowing and licking what was left on his lips and tongue. Kirill was extremely flustered. "It felt so good and you were so hot, I couldn't even last that long, I- I'm so-"
"Stop apologising—that was hot, baby boy~" He breathed against his heated temple, teasingly pinching his earlobe between the tips of a set of his canines. Kirill shivered excitedly, yet overly sensitive. He inched his face closer to the man's and Doug hummed into the kiss, soft lips and burning tongues, teeth biting his lips as it got a bit more heated. Kirill panted, hazy, with a hand on Doug's muscular pec, and the other cupping his firm nape. He dragged his palm down his chest to his abdomen, the sole of his palm hitting the wet tip of his arousal, trailing his lips down the elder one's neck, open and wet. Doug seemed to be enjoying this, humming in approval and a bit breathless himself. Kirill took hold of the slippery hardness, pumping it a few times just to elicit a noise out of the man who satisfied his attempt with a hiss and a low moan.
"C'mon, lie down on your side like the good boy you are!" He patted the side of his thigh encouragingly, his voice low and lustful, if a bit strained. Kirill bit his lip mischievously and did what he was told. With his back to Doug, he looked over his shoulder at him, offering a coy smile. "Like this, daddy?" He lifted a thigh of his, pressing it closer to his chest, whispering. Doug gave a groan, eyes dark and full of lust as they traveled down his body, igniting Kirill's excitement even more. Doug exhaled a shaky breath, stroking himself with a hiss before grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his fingers with some.
Kirill watched with a shaky breath. With the first light press of a lubed fingertip against his ring of muscles, he shivered and felt himself clenching around it. He huffed quietly and rubbed his face against the pillow, getting himself comfier on the mattress. "So cute~" Doug's voice commented, laced with amusement and something else awfully close to a gushing tone. "Doug– I won't break, y'know!" Kirill grunted out, biting his lip and waiting for a bolder move. Doug chuckled behind him, mumbling out a playful 'Yessir!' before two fingertips were rubbing around the love tunnel with more boldness before one pressed in with determination. Kirill panted out a breathy moan with anticipation, widening his thighs more and pulling a cheek with a hand for easier access. "Ah, yeah..!"
It sunk in deeper, generously slicky, and then another, moving bolder and scissoring and stretching. Kirill lost it when his bundle of nerves was nudged, going all mushy and squirmy and moaning out his excitement to Doug who determinedly kept striking it a few more times. Kirill was almost sobbing in pure bliss and at that very moment he wanted to feel Doug the most, to make him feel just as good. He pushed at Doug's wrist weakly, panting out, "Douh- Dougu! C'mon, I want you inside please, c'mon!"
A little growl of approval was his response before a sloppy kiss landed on his buttocks. Surprised and dazed, he looked back at him to find that he was smiling excitedly at him—like a kid who was finally granted the candy—it warmed his heart despite their current circumstances. He watched him roll the condom on and pour a hefty amount of lube on his arousal before lying right behind him, spooning him.
Kirill was feeling all warm and fuzzy and comfy like this, he sleepily smiled at Doug, twisting his torso a little to cup the man's cheek and get their lips on each other. The shocks of pleasure from his bundle of nerves being stimulated got him all hot and excited yet sleepy. Doug's pleased hum resonated into his throat, feeling the wet tip at his entrance pressing and rubbing there but not quite entering. Doug's slightly rough palm stroked his abdomen, hip and thigh as their tongues had a slow dance with each other. His breath was sucked out of him for a moment there when the head slipped in easily and then back out. "Fuhhhck, yeah!!" Doug repeated this a few more times, his lips now a lazy smirk on his nape and shoulder. "Feels good, yeah?" His voice hushed, warm velvety silk against his skin, and palm hot on his thigh sliding down to the kneecap and lifting until he felt it. The man slipping inside deeper, Kirill hummed in approval, biting his lip and digging his blunt nails into the man's veiny forearm, back arching.
The slide was smooth and with Doug's slow considerate moves, Kirill was feeling all of him, against his back and all around him. He had never before felt this much connected with someone, it wasn't just physically like the other times, this one was on a whole different level. "Dougu- Fuhhhck- you're so deep what the he—hmnnn!!" Doug's breath was starting to heave across his neck and shoulder before lips and a wet tongue were on his skin there, hips starting to create a rhythm. Kirill hummed and rolled his hips back with him as best as he could in their spooning position, clenching inside around Doug who hissed and seemed more encouraged to pick up the pace.
It got steamier a few minutes later, Doug—low against his back—panting and grunting with each thrust and he could hear his own pleased humming as he was now on his hands and knees, face drowned in the soft pillows and hips slightly lifted off the mattress. "Unnnghh yeah.. yeaahhh!" He clenched the sheets, biting his lower lip, drool pooled in his mouth with each delicious hard pound on his bundle of nerves. "Kiriru!" Doug groaned out, slowing a bit down, his movements slightly uneven and his voice strained, breath heavy. Kirill lifted himself a bit up and nudged Doug encouragingly with his nose, the man smiling against his cheek and covering his hand with his, fingers threading in between and intertwining, before nuzzling his neck and peppering him with sloppy and wet kisses. With all of that, Kirill felt extremely hot, the display of affection during their love making was overwhelming to him. In a good way. He whimpered, rutting his hips back against Doug who moaned at that and went faster, each thrust a bit rougher than the other, jolting Kirill onwards and sending sparks to his vision. "Douguu!!"
The friction on his arousal and Doug's deep precise thrusting set him up high, body at a pleasant buzzing hum. Doug felt pleasantly warm and heavy against his back, temple against his, panting, and slowly rolling in and out of him, a heavenly lull above the pastel-colored clouds of a fairy dream. His heartbeat was matching with his, a harmony so intimate and precious. Their heavy breathing evening out, a fresh night breeze filtering through the window, crickets singing them a good night on the low glow of the lamps outside. It was peaceful for once—not chasing criminals or shooting guns—just the nature and the warmth of another human on him.
When they settled more comfortably after a few minutes of wiping themselves clean as much as possible and joking around and drinking water, they lied down on the bed side by side. "That was so good." Kirill commented, turning fully on his side to face Doug who turned his head to him, eyes gleaming something nostalgic, something promising, and a little smile formed on his lips. "Yeah!" He breathed out and Kirill let him caress his cheek with a finger. Then he chuckled faintly and shuffled closer to press a kiss on Doug's cheek, the man's smile widened when he pulled back and then he was engulfed in an embrace with a warm kiss on an eyebrow.
There was a pause, a question in the air or a hovering tension of some unresolved emotions. They indeed shared more than a physical experience but that one—romantic or emotional—was to be explored some more in the future. Comfortably enough admitting it: Doug's eyes—these mysterious eyes—, for this once, had revealed as much.
"Wanna go together to that pub when we go back?"
"Eh- YES! I- I'd love to."
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