Chapter 237: Exposed and raw (m)
Brent had his hand pressed against Sergei’s chest, molding the deliciously firm and squishy pec under his hand. He used it for support, and for his own self interests.
The man wasn’t like Kellen, Rhys or Brent. He didn’t work out for the sake of working out. All of the muscle he had was from using his abilities and doing things the hands on way.
God Brent wanted to crawl into his skin.
Their lips were locked, that sweet little metal bead on Sergei’s tongue rubbing against Brent’s tongue and driving Brent even more insane. He’d already cum twice but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t think it would ever be enough when it came to this man.
Sergei’s hands were up under Brent’s shirt already, his hands shaping Brent’s back with his hands. Reverent, worshiping his body. Brent had never felt so seen in his life.
His face was warm, his body even warmer, and unlike the first time they’d touched since being reunited, Brent wanted Sergei inside of him. Brent’s breath was hot as he pulled back from the gentle kiss Sergei was giving him, his body tense, his hips wiggling, grinding down against the hard length he could feel pressing against him.
"Sergei, Sergei." Brent chanted, his mind already foggy with pleasure. "Fuck I want to fuck you." Brent whispered, leaning in and pressing an openmouthed kiss against Sergei’s throat. Sergei, his eyes fierce, swallowed thickly as Brent peppered his skin with kisses.
"You can do that." Sergei told him, his hands shaking where they held Brent. Brent ground down again and pulled a moan from both of their lips.
"I keep flip flopping between what I want." Brent whispered. "Do I want to pin you and fuck you senseless, or do I want you to pin me and fuck me senseless? I keep thinking about your cock. Fuck. It’s so pretty. I love what you’ve done with it." Brent whispered against the fluttering pulse under his lips. Sergei’s hands slid further up Brent’s back, holding him tighter. Brent could feel how his skin overflowed between his fingers, his grip tight enough on his muscled back.
"Zaichonok, I am for you to use. Whatever you want, but..." Sergei swallowed and Brent raised his eyes up, his body shifting so that he could see Sergei’s face as he spoke. He was flushed, so damn handsome that Brent almost forgot for a moment that the man was speaking. Brent let out a soft gasp as his hands slid down and out from under his shirt.
Sergei’s hands gripped Brent’s ass, squeezing and molding the flesh through his pants as Sergei’s eyes burned Brent from the core out.
"I would like to make love to you, Zaichonok. I want to feel you around me, seeking pleasure from me." Sergei’s words were possessive, dangerous, and Brent worried that he’d make a mess in his pants.
"Okay." Brent agreed on a breath. He would never argue with Sergei about this. Not if he was clear about his own desires. Not when he was looking at Brent like a man starved. Brent didn’t know what switch had been flipped, but it had, and Brent was here for it.
"No protests? No fight?" Sergei asked, seeming a little skeptical about Brent’s ready agreement and Brent chuckled. He leaned in, kissing Sergei. He meant for it to only be a peck, but he couldn’t stop himself when Sergei was so willing and delicious. He loved kissing, loved touching, loved sex and that affection for it all was quadrupled when it came to doing it with Sergei.
"Why would I fight anything when it comes to you?" The simple words seemed to knock the breath out of Sergei. It seemed he came to some kind of understanding and Sergei’s expression softened while his eyes began to glow brighter. Brent chuckled. "Don’t blind me." He joked and Sergei’s grip on Brent’s ass tightened for a second before he found himself flipped onto his back, Sergei’s body above him.
Sergei’s face held no humour as he stared down at Brent, his body shifting until he was pressed against Brent, fully clothed. Brent slid his hand up from his pec to hold onto the back of his neck. Sergei began rocking their bodies against each other and Brent moaned loudly.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed as Sergei breathed heavily.
"Then close your eyes, Zaichonok. Or you can watch my every move and ingrain it into your mind so that you remember this when you touch yourself, but you shouldn’t have to. Let me do the honour." Brent felt his whole body shudder at the words. Holy hell the man was going to be bad for his back.
"You speak like that and I’m never going to walk straight for the rest of my life. I’ll want you buried inside of me every night." Brent warned and watched as Sergei’s nostrils flared. He closed his eyes for a second, as if gathering himself before he bent and pressed a tender kiss against Brent’s lips. It wasn’t like the kisses Brent had been giving him.
Brent could feel the love, the care in his touch. Brent’s body warmed further. Damn it, Brent was used to touching, used to kissing, but Sergei was...something else. Brent could feel the difference, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.
"If that is what you wish, I will make it happen. All you need to do is ask, Brent. I will gladly give it to you." He meant it. He meant every word and Brent’s mouth went dry. He had nothing to say back to the man who had been quietly watching him on the front lines for so long. Who Brent had avoided, who Kellen had kept him away from, and Brent didn’t know for whose safety it had been?
His, or Sergei’s?
It was too late to worry about it now. The man was pressing him into the bed, rubbing his cock against Brent’s ass, telling him he would do anything for him. To him. He was speaking Brent’s love language with every part of his body and Brent couldn’t fight it.
Brent’s face scrunched up as he grew emotional, his lips fluttering as he felt his eyes water.
"Oh fuck. Sergei, touch me." Brent begged and watched as the man saw it all, saw as more of Brent shredded under his affection and he did as he was asked. Sergei rocked his hips harder against Brent, his lips coming down in Brent’s and kissed him deeply. Brent whimpered into his mouth, his nails digging into the back of Sergei’s neck as Sergei widened Brent’s legs, finding the spot, their cocks rubbing through their clothes.
Sergei held him as he felt Brent’s body shake and tremble, the orgasm wetting Brent’s pants and underwear but neither man cared. Sergei just rocked against him, dragging it out as Brent gasped and panted against his lips. Shaking like a damn leaf.
It was nothing like the other orgasms he’d just had. It felt like something had changed inside of him at a cellular level and Brent wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be the same. Even when they’d had sex before it hadn’t felt like this.
Maybe it was because they had been desperate for each other, they had needed to connect, it hadn’t gotten to him at this kind of level. It was different now. Brent was fucking crying from orgasming after they had dry humped.
He should have felt embarrassed. He should have felt shame. Instead, Sergei was kissing him deeply, touching him warmly, his hands stroking Brent’s cheeks and wiping away his tears as soon as they came. He was loving him. Caring for him.
And Brent wasn’t sure he would ever be able to recover if they broke up.
Brent felt something harden inside of him at the thought. He had to make sure he didn’t fuck this up that Sergei ever wanted to break up with him. In some corner of his mind he had known that once he crossed the line with Sergei that this would probably be his last, if only, serious relationship. He had known it, but he hadn’t really realised what that meant.
Now? Now he was coming face to face with it in a different way. Brent wouldn’t recover if they broke up. They had spent, what? Weeks away from each other? Months? And here he was, weeping after humping against the man, leaving aside how he would be when he orgasmed after the man had entered him.
Brent needed to make sure that Sergei had no other option. No other desires. Dick this good didn’t come easily, nor did aftercare. Brent knew that with his soul, and fuck, emotions like this didn’t come easily either.
Brent squeezed Sergei’s neck under his hand tightly, his nails sinking in a little. He didn’t want to touch him over clothes anymore. He wanted to feel skin against skin. He wanted to touch and twist and lick. He wanted to rub, their bodies coming together in a harmony that Brent was familiar with but somehow knew it would be different.
Brent was terrified about how Sergei was going to rewrite him, change him, and also looking forward to it like a damn junky who couldn’t get enough.
"Sergei. I want you naked. I want to be naked." Brent whispered against Sergei’s open mouth, his tongue making Brent’s toes curl in his socks. Sergei exhaled sharply.
"Not enough?" Sergei asked. No judgement, just care. Brent’s ass twitched.
"Never. Not when it comes to you." Brent knew it sounded like a line that he’d used with others. Hell, the words felt familiar as they left his lips but he meant them. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of the man.
From the way that Sergei’s bright eyes curled at the corners, he understood. Fuck, he understood.
Brent yanked him down, kissing him urgently, rubbing his body against Sergei’s. He rolled his body against Sergei’s, unconcerned about the sticky wetness covering his own cock and underwear. He would gladly spread that heat, that dampness all over Sergei. Stain him with his scent, his own desires.
Cover him until he was just as dirty as Brent was.
"There is no rush, Zaichonok." Sergei whispered. "I will do whatever you need. Whatever you desire. You just need to tell me. Rely on me." Sergei whispered and Brent let out a tight laugh.
"You are asking me to change." Brent joked and Sergei’s expression softened.
"I’m asking you to let me in, my love." He whispered and Brent felt his face crumple.
"It would be easier if you just wanted to fuck me." Brent admitted. Flustered, embarrassed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that Sergei could hear it. That he could hear how much his words affected Brent and the man seemed so damn happy about it. Sergei kissed his cheeks, gentle. Loving.
"It would be easier, yes, but I would never be more than that if I did." It sucked that the man saw him so clearly and Sergei laughed at Brent’s expression. "It’s my turn to show you how much I missed you. Don’t fight my love, Zaichonok. Let it wash all over you." Sergei’s tender whisper wormed its way into Brent’s ear and heart. Brent’s shaky breath was a response to his words.
"You are going to ruin me." Brent whispered and Sergei chuckled.
"Let’s make a mess together."
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