Chapter 239: Anything you desire, I will help you accomplish (m)
"Is that a yes, Mr. Volkov?" Brent asked in a sweet voice. He watched as Sergei’s chest rose and fell and a dangerous, flickering energy filled the room.
"Mr. Volkov?" Sergei repeated, the words coming out with a dangerous edge to them. "What does that mean?" He demanded and Brent gave a smile as he slowly wiggled his hips. He watched as Sergei’s throat worked, his hands twitched as they came down on Brent’s hips and his lips twitched. Brent’s smile turned into a broad grin he couldn’t repress.
"I like watching you get worked up. I don’t know what I should call you yet, so I thought I’d try out your last name since I’ve never called you it before." Brent teased. Sergei sucked in.
"You can have it." Sergei rushed out. "You could have it forever, if you’d like." Sergei stared up at Brent while Brent sat there, his eyes going wide. He watched as Sergei’s whole body slowly started to turn red and all Brent could do was throw his head back and laugh.
Sergei was clearly embarrassed at his outburst, while Brent found that he was about to call this man cute, sweet, and adorable. All while full of the man’s cock in his ass. He never thought he would have this kind of moment for himself, but fuck did it feel good.
Brent bent, placing his hand on Sergei’s hand on his hip as he bent and kissed Sergei’s lips in a show of his own strength. Sergei groaned against Brent’s lips.
"You, Mr. Volkov, should be very careful. Who said if we got married that I would take your last name? We can’t decide something like that in a moment of passion, don’t you agree?" Sergei paused at Brent’s words. Brent rubbed his nose against Sergei’s in an affectionate touch that had Sergei’s eyes spinning. It was clear that the man was turning Brent’s words around in his mind, trying to find the rejection.
Brent waited, watching him closely as Sergei finally realised what Brent had said, and what he had meant. When he inhaled sharply, Brent knew he had picked up on the underlying meaning of his words. It wasn’t a rejection, but a negotiation.
"Oh. Oh! Of course. I agree." Sergei rushed out, his eyes trembling as he stared up at Brent like the man held all of the stars in the sky and was just giving Sergei permission to look. Brent laughed.
"You should push back more." Brent muttered, kissing him. "Otherwise I will think I can get away with murder." Brent accused and Sergei chased Brent’s lips as he pulled away. It was such a simple thing but it had Brent’s eyes widening as Sergei kissed him deeper, tempting him back into an easier range.
"You are full of my cock, Brent. I would be a fool to argue with you when I am exactly where I want to be. I’m an S Class, not a damn idiot. Anyone who would argue with you while inside of you is an idiot, and now a dead man." Sergei murmured. "Plus, if my cute Zaichonok decides that someone must die, it is my duty to make sure that the clean up is none of your concern. I know my own. I know you would never do it without just cause." Sergei squeezed Brent’s hips. "If you can, might I request you to warn me if you do? Just so I can make sure we have a good alibi for the both of us." Brent would have fallen in love with the man then and there if he wasn’t already sure that he was head over heels for the man.
"That’s it, I’m going to squeeze every last drop out of you." Brent whispered, his face warm, his body tingling with desire. "I am going to pull every ounce of cum out of you with my ass." Brent breathed. Sergei chuckled.
"Yes sir. I will do my best to provide you my best." Sergei said, his eyes warm but filled with desire. Brent wasn’t going to recover from this.
Tentatively, scared, Brent pulled his hand from Sergei’s on his waist and raised trembling, shaking fingers to Sergei’s cheek. He sucked in when Sergei leaned into the touch, nuzzling against his hand like this was normal. Like this wasn’t a groundbreaking, earthshattering moment for either of them.
"What are you doing to me?" Brent asked softly, his heart spilling out from his lips. "I’m so worried that I might give you parts of myself only to find that you are going to throw it all away." Brent whispered. "Yet, I still want to give it to you. Is that normal?" Brent asked and watched as Sergei’s expression didn’t change, didn’t shift. That almost scared Brent more than the words leaving his lips.
"I don’t know if it’s normal for others, Brent, but I can tell you that all relationships are scary, romantic or otherwise. Giving parts of yourself to others and hoping that they don’t disappoint you? Terrifying. Even I am afraid of it. It’s why I keep my circle small. Careful. Curated." Sergei swallowed. "However, if you want to give me more of yourself, but you’re scared, that’s okay. It’s scary, but I want you to know that I will always catch you. I will always protect you. Every little piece you give me, Zaichonok, I will protect it all. Your worries, your fears, your desires, your hopes and dreams. I will catch you." Brent’s throat closed with emotion.
He exhaled slowly, his body shaking slightly. He didn’t rest his head against Sergei’s forehead and instead pressed it against his shoulder. He needed a moment to compose himself away from the glowing, loving light that was coming out of Sergei’s face. Fuck.
He could say all of that without embarrassment and mean it all and here Brent was, trembling at even calling him a damn nickname? They were not the same, and yet...Brent didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Slowly, Brent rose to his full height before he turned his attention elsewhere. His hand went back, his back arching as he slowly withdrew Sergei’s cock from his ass and then carefully, slowly pulled the condom off. He could feel Sergei’s gaze watching him, his eyes heated as Brent tied up the condom. He wanted to gulp the cum down but he had a feeling that if he did that tonight it would cross a line that he was too scared to cross.
Instead, he slid his gaze to Sergei and then slid his gaze to the condom. Sergei, not a dumb man, flared his nostrils and soon the condom was out of Brent’s hand and it sounded like it was slamming into the garbage can. Brent chuckled before he adjusted himself above Sergei’s cock again. Slowly, carefully, he slid him back inside. Both Brent and Sergei moaned loudly as he slid home one more.
Hard, heavy, stretching Brent in all the right ways. Brent’s stomach and insides felt full, a small hint of pain as Brent sat back fully, but Brent knew that it would fade as time went on. Brent slowly began rocking his hips, rolling them as explosions of pleasure fired behind his eyes. Sergei groaned, his hands fluttering on Brent’s hips and Brent gave him a cheeky grin. Brent tilted his head back, moaning loudly as he rubbed his body against Sergei’s, holding onto him tightly inside. His hand slid to Sergei’s stomach, squeezing the warm body under him. The sound of his cock gently tapping Sergei’s stomach filled his ears as well as the feeling and Brent loved it.
He loved all of it.
Brent continued to rub Sergei deep inside of him before finally, finally putting them both out of their misery. Brent bent over, his hair falling into his face as he used his hold on Sergei’s stomach as support and adjusted his legs. He pulled up before slamming back down. The moan that left Sergei’s lips, his flushed cheeks, his hot gaze made Brent want to do more. Tease him more, but he needed this.
Brent began to come up and down on Sergei’s cock, almost pulling him out completely before slamming back down. Slow coming up, fast coming down. Over and over and over until Sergei’s teeth were gripping his bottom lip, his eyes were fierce, and something snapped inside of him.
He swore in his own tongue. Brent didn’t need to be fluent to know that before the grip on Brent’s hips hardened, holding him in place before he could slam his juicy ass back down on Sergei’s cock.
Brent knew what was coming, his body anticipating it, tightening just before Sergei thrust up, slamming home and stealing Brent’s breath from his lips. Brent clung onto Sergei’s stomach, his nails digging in for support as Sergei held him in place and pummeled his ass. Brent’s moans coloured the air, sounding desperate and whiny as the man continued to fuck him. Brent’s cock flopped over, cum leaking from the appendage as Sergei drove him insane.
Sergei was huffing, his face fierce as he fucked Brent senseless and Brent loved every moment of it. Sergei changed the angle of his hips, and Brent gasped in shock. He hadn’t really found it before, but just the simple fact that Brent and Sergei were joined together was enough to bring Brent pleasure, but now? Sergei was rubbing against his prostate with his fucking piercing and Brent became a whimpering mess.
He folded on top of Sergei, needing his support as the man held him effortlessly in place and slammed his cock home over and over. This was a far cry from the man who had let Brent top him, and vice versa. He hadn’t even been like this the first time they had laid together.
That moment was a mushy, gushy thing that Brent felt shy even remembering. The cot had been too small, the tent walls too thin, but that hadn’t seemed to stop Sergei from marking Brent in a way that Brent had never been able to shake.
So what was so different from then and now?
Brent realised, with startling clarity, that this was what he had asked for. He had asked Sergei to fuck him into the mattress and by god, the man was doing exactly that. Brent had begged him to, and Sergei was fulfilling his request. His desire.
That realisation sent Brent over the edge. It was a startling revelation, one that Brent hadn’t expected. The orgasm was a surprise too. Brent let out a startled shout, Sergei’s name on his lips as his body tensed, his cock trembled, and Brent felt himself splatter Sergei’s stomach.
Sergei let out a loud shout, his hips jerking inside of Brent’s tightening ass, his muscles twitching and jerked, ’massaging’ him in a way before he slammed home and Sergei shuddered. Brent could feel him twitching and they both moaned as his warmth filled Brent up from the inside.
It was one of the best feelings Brent had ever felt.
Brent had never told Sergei this, but Brent rarely, if ever, let anyone finish in him. He was a stickler for it. He might have talked a big game to Sergei or Kellen or Hill, but he had always found the feeling demeaning. Dehumanising.
It was different with Sergei, though. He had wanted it, wanted to see what it would feel like with him. Prior to Sergei it felt like the men who had tried to cum in him without his consent had been doing so to try and mark him on a level that Brent had, in no way, consented to.
Yet here, he was the one who had asked Sergei if it was okay before moving forward. His question had been genuine, and when Sergei had answered like it was obvious, that was what had changed his mind.
He didn’t regret it, he thought, as he breathed through the intense orgasm. He raised his head, finding that Sergei was there, waiting. His lips were soft, the taste of iron mixing with the kiss in a way that had Brent pulling back, confused.
Sergei’s bottom lip was bleeding, and instead of looking worried, Sergei’s eyes were soft. He chuckled.
"You’re so tight I had to control myself somehow until you came." Sergei murmured, unbothered. Brent unintentionally tightened around the man.
"You need to get out from inside of me before I go back on my promise." Brent whispered. Sergei blinked before he laughed, pulling Brent tightly into a hug. He pressed a kiss against Brent’s hair, his arms warm, his pulse thudding and his heartbeat steady.
Brent didn’t want to be anywhere else, and that terrified him.
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