Chapter 238: A reverence for the simple things (m)
Brent had worried that he would change on the cellular level if he got more intimate with Sergei, and he was right to worry.
Each touch, each caress, each kiss and lick and bite had Brent feeling like he was never going to be the same again. His body shivered, quaked at the way that Sergei was touching him. It might have been unkind to Sergei, but Brent was used to Espers and Guides touching him in a certain way.
With expectation, desire and a looming possessiveness of something they had no right to be possessive of. Sergei, however, didn’t touch him in the same way. While some people had thought that Brent was something to desire, they hadn’t really considered him something to worship. That was not the case with Sergei.
His hands trembled as they glided across Brent’s skin, his eyes flooded with power and a look that made Brent’s core shake and tremble. It was such a vulnerable, meaningful look that it made Brent’s heart squeeze, his head hurt, and his desire for the man spike.
He truly could have gone either way, but he was glad that Sergei had made the decision for him. It was made better when the man paid attention to his body, kissing, nipping, teasing Brent into a damn fever pitch that Brent felt like once he got to the top, he would fall. The only difference was that he knew that Sergei would catch him. That was a terrifying reality but one that Brent didn’t want to look away from.
Sergei enjoyed everything openly. His normally stoic face was flushed, his body honest. He had stripped them both with an efficiency that was all Captain Volkov of the Nemesis Guild, not the man who had begged Brent to give himself to him. To let him love him and not reject him.
Then he had descended on Brent with kindness that had made Brent’s eyes water, his touch intense, his piercings making the tender touches just a little naughty. Brent almost wanted to laugh. His sincerity was getting to Brent, but so was the naughtiness of the nature of each touch.
Sergei kept his eyes on Brent, keeping him face up as he touched him, stroked him, and pet him into a twitching mess. Brent was sure that he could cum if the man breathed on his cock, but Sergei didn’t do that. He focused on everything else, including raising Brent’s hips and licking his ass like it was his favourite meal.
Brent came in a spray of cum all over his chest and chin, his body twitching, his cock hardening again as Sergei stared at him, a little shocked and delighted. When Sergei put him down so that he could clean up Brent’s mess with his tongue, Brent’s sanity had snapped.
Brent wasn’t able to keep this going. He needed the man. Deep inside of him, seeking his own pleasure. Using him like a damn toy. He needed to know that Sergei was also enjoying this moment. It was silly and Brent knew it was stupid, but he needed to feel and hear that Sergei was enjoying himself as much as Brent was.
Words had long since disappeared, mainly because Sergei had his wonderful mouth all over him, but Brent needed confirmation. Bent gulped.
He needed comfort.
That was how he found himself where he was now. Brent had egged on Sergei, sinking his hand into Sergei’s hair and gently, but with authority, yanking Sergei up his body. The way that Sergei’s eyes had glazed over as Brent tugged made something dangerous stir in his guts, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. There was only one thing he wanted messing up his guts right now, everything else could wait.
"Sergei." Brent breathed, unaware of how the panting, breathy voice had an effect on the Esper. "Please. Enough. I need your cock inside of me. I need to feel you pumping in and out of me. I’m ready. Are you going to make me wait any longer?" Brent asked, blinking his big, desire-hazy eyes at the man.
Sergei had gulped, audibly, and shook his head. He had brushed Brent’s lips in a fleeting, love-filled kiss that had Brent’s toes curling before he had turned and reached into the nightstand that Brent had completely forgotten. Sergei had then pulled out a box of condoms that Brent was sure he had not put there, but Sergei surgically had opened the package, using his powers to levitate the garbage away from the bed as he pulled the condom onto his cock.
Brent had been so shocked that he hadn’t even had a chance to complain, and now he was where he was. His legs spread wide, his body bent in half as Sergei’s laboured breathing filled his ears. Brent’s moans were loud and continuous as Sergei slammed his cock home over and over.
The feeling of his piercings inside of Brent, slipping and sliding against the lube, the condom and Brent’s own greedy fucking hole would have had Brent’s hips moving, wiggling up against Sergei if Sergei hadn’t predicted that and was holding Brent in place so he couldn’t. The show of power should have scared Brent, but it didn’t. Instead it made the delirious parts of Brent turned on, filled with desire that the man could hold him in place and fuck him hard.
Pound him into the bed so that he could only feel what Sergei was doing to him instead of what he could do to Sergei.
Sergei in between his breaths had switched to his native tongue. Brent couldn’t understand a lick of what he was saying but he could pick up the fact that he kept calling him the nickname that he had started calling him. He had no idea, but the whispered words, the deep affection in Sergei’s eyes as he stared into Brent’s, had Brent’s ass tightening around the man, holding him harder, urging him deeper.
God, the man was too precious. Even his curses were in the other language before he would lean in and kiss Brent’s lips. Deep, hard, matching his unrelenting thrusts. Brent cried out into his mouth, not keeping silent about his pleasure. He saw no reason to, and besides, he was more embarrassed about the fact that he had cried instead of his feelings of lust.
Brent could feel it, the building orgasm, from both him and Sergei. Sergei’s words became constant, flowing out his mouth like a damn prayer and Brent could only hold on, his body coming to a peak, the string about to break and when it did, Sergei was there.
He was swallowing Brent’s moan of desire, his own filling Brent’s mouth. Brent could feel his cock twitching between them, Sergei’s cock so deep inside of him that Brent didn’t know where he began and where Sergei ended.
The kiss didn’t end when Brent felt his own cock still, or the pulse he felt from Sergei’s cock inside of him stopped. Sergei kept kissing him, the touch gentling into something sweet, delicate. It made Brent’s eyes water again.
Fuck, this man was going to make a crier out of him with his damn tongue and cock. Brent wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but instead of pulling away, he pulled him closer. Deeper.
He wanted to feel him more. Desire him more. Crawl into his damn skin and make a home there. Brent was honestly terrified of his own feelings. He’d never felt like this before, and if this was a shred of what Kellen or Rhys or Sergei was going through, it was no wonder they went fucking insane when they felt a lot of emotions at once.
Brent just didn’t get the cool powers of changing temperatures in rooms when he felt big emotions. Tragic. Brent would have used and abused that for drama purposes.
"Where is your mind, Zaichonok?" Sergei murmured, his voice rough as he pulled back, peppering Brent’s face in soft, loving kisses. Brent chuckled.
"I was thinking about how I would use the powers to chill rooms for dramatics if I was an S Class." Brent told him honestly and Sergei paused before he bent, pressing his head into Brent’s throat. His shoulders shook and the feeling of his cock shifting inside of Brent as he laughed had Brent growing hard all over again. Brent flushed, embarrassed at how easily he was able to rile up.
Sergei had just cum. He wasn’t like Brent. Brent had cum, god, seven times? More? He should be satisfied, why the fuck wasn’t he? Him and his damn cock.
"You are adorable." Sergei told him, raising his head and giving Brent a warm smile that had Brent squeezing him tightly. Sergei groan, his eyes fluttering closed. "Zaichonok, be kind to me." Sergei moaned and Brent flushed.
"I-I can’t help it! Don’t call me adorable." Brent protested and watched as Sergei’s eyes opened and Brent felt the man swell inside of him. Brent flushed. Oh fuck. Sergei glared at Brent, no heat, but just his displeasure did something for Brent.
"I can call you adorable when you do adorable things. That is my right as the man who is inside of you right now." Him claiming rights while inside of Brent? Hot. That was just hot. Brent let out a small sound and Sergei blinked. He too could feel how Brent was hardening between their stomachs and when he turned his head back to Brent he had a slow, pleased smile on his face. Brent was fucked.
"O-Okay." Brent breathed. "If you want." He was going to be so fucking easy and Sergei had no idea. "Can you...release my legs?" Brent asked, his mind racing, his heart pounding in his chest. Sergei slowly leaned back, looking rather disappointed as Brent’s legs lowered. Just enough for him to wrap around Sergei’s sides like a vice and then Brent flung him onto his back. They bounced, both men gasping as Sergei jerked inside of Brent, before they settled down. Sergei was on his back, his eyes a little wide as Brent leaned over and kissed Sergei deeply.
"Can you go another round?" Brent asked against his lips. "Just one more? I promise this will be the last one." Brent was pleading with the man. If he said no, he would figure something out, but from the way that Sergei was swelling inside of him, the man was truly rising to the challenge. Sergei’s gaze when Brent met it was hard, his jaw tight.
"I told you I would give you everything. It is my honour to tend to your needs." Sergei muttered, sounding pissed. Brent grinned.
"Can I ask you something?" Brent asked. "If you are so intent on tending to my needs." Brent bent, Sergei still inside of him as he adjusted the position of his legs. He didn’t pull out, didn’t want to and watched as Sergei’s face remained red, flushed, and Brent wanted to lick the sweat off of every inch of him.
Sergei might be covered in tattoos and pierced almost everywhere, but Brent felt like more of a freak. He doubted Sergei felt the same way.
"Anything, my love." Sergei murmured and Brent’s heart squeezed.
"Why did you use a condom?" Brent asked, and watched as Sergei’s eyes went wide. That was clearly not the kind of question he had expected.
"It’s...the right thing to do, Brent." Sergei uttered seriously and Brent laughed. It felt light and warm as it left his lips. He kissed Sergei, the laughter still on his lips and Sergei stared at him in confusion.
"Are you opposed to it if we don’t use it?" Brent asked and Sergei’s breathing hitched.
"Brent, what-"
"Are you okay if we go bareback? No condom?" Brent asked, sitting back slowly, carefully, and watched as Sergei’s gaze focused on his body. Brent grinned as he deliberately raised his hand and ran it down his chest. He tapped his fingers just below his bellybutton. Where he could feel Sergei inside of him. "I want to feel you fill me up in every way. Are you okay with that? I want you to mark me, Sergei." Brent’s gaze was fevered as he met Sergei’s. Sergei started at Brent for a long moment and Brent worried if he had said the wrong thing for a moment.
Then, he let out a slow, measured exhale and Brent knew he’d got him.
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