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It was a special occasion today. The homeowner must have had some wake up call- or perhaps he finally grasped the horrors outside his humble abode. Maybe the guilt of filling his suspected guests with lead or watching helplessly as FEMA took the ones he had the most connection with was catching up. Yesenin unfortunately had to witness the homeowners mental collapse as the neighbor's daughter was taken away with another man from the closet a few nights back. For once during his stay there was a glimpse of fight in the homeowner’s eyes, but nothing came from it. The homeowner leaned back on the hallway wall staring at the front door that had now been shut by the departing FEMA employees, he was clearly apprehensive about what just occurred.
Yesenin regretted walking out of the living room at that moment. He was heading towards the kitchen silently in hopes of making a scorching cup of tea for his shivering couch companion. Instead he witnessed the abduction of the neighbor’s girl, the homeowner practically begging the FEMA employees to take anyone else but her. The aftermath concluded with the homeowner hastily grabbing two cans of beer from the fridge before heading to his room. Yesenin didn’t feel comfortable going into the kitchen to complete his promised mission that night.
But now the homeowner has clearly lost it. He walked into each room sometime in the afternoon, informing the guests that still remained that he was offering his stash of beer in the office. He looked miserable in all honesty, but a free beer is a free beer.
The office was now populated with the remaining guests. Empty Bober Černý cans haphazardly occupied the floor. Some were chatting with each other despite their lack of past communications. As the hours passed, Yesenin was filled with amusement, watching the drunken state of the homeowner collapse on the floor. The Enerjerka addict insisted on creating a ‘beer shrine’ in his memory, which was just placing all the empty beer cans on top as a way to bury him.
Now on his fourth beer, the room was still lively even with night approaching, but Yesenin wasn’t much of a talker. He just listened to their drunken rambles, occasionally responding with his thoughts. The atmosphere felt more like a college party with how open everyone was, a sharp contrast with what he was used to in a bar. He could feel the kick of the beers in his system but drank anyway.
The presence of being stared at caught his attention. Yesenin looked down at his side to see his shivering companion, his knees pulled into his chest and arms engulfing his pressed legs holding an open can. His companion was staring at Yesenin with expanded black eyes, entranced by his presence.
He opted to sit on the floor with Coat. Although they spent a week on the brick-like couch together, Yesenin never got his name, altering to call him by his most basic descriptor. Maybe he could change that tonight. His movements staggered as he sat down with his legs crossed, Coat still staring at him immensely.
“There has to be something more entertaining to look at than me.” Yesenin spoke before taking a swig of his beer. He hoped he didn’t come off as brash.
Coat blinked a few times before averting his eyes to the rest of the crowd. His bandaged finger picked on the tab as he shrunk his head down. Yesenin vaguely remembered in his drunken state that he helped supply Coat with bandaids to detain himself from picking at his bloodied nail bed when they first ‘introduced’ themselves.
“I never talked to t-these people before,” it came slurred and muffled as Coat’s mouth was covered by his scarf, “You're the o-only human I care about.”
Well that was an odd way of phrasing a compliment.
Yesenin figured that there was definitely something strange with Coat. He did enter this house complaining that it was too cold when the sun is on the verge of exploding. The abundance of layers this man wore proved his point. Maybe he is a visitor, Yesenin had thought a few times, though his resentment towards FEMA squeezed all that paranoia out of him. In his mind the human race was a bigger threat to itself than visitors. How everyone folded to FEMA’s propaganda was a mystery to him.
“Say, my good man,” it was Yesenin's turn to stare at Coat, “How many beers have you had?”
“Maybe…two?”
He raised his brow at Coat’s response. With how he was nodding off he would have expected him to at least drink the same amount that Yesenin had. He didn’t think Coat would be a lightweight.
“Are you down for another?”
Yesenin knew grabbing another can for Coat may impede his progress, but in reality he just wanted an excuse to grab another for himself.
“S-sure.” Coat lowered his head to his knee, abandoning the empty can beside him.
Yesenin stood up without acknowledging his response. Walking towards the two open boxes on the coffee table, stepping over any cans that remained on the floor. He chose to drown the laughter and conversations from the others in the room. It’s not like he didn’t want to join in, but he simply didn’t care for them like he did with Coat. He quickly grabbed two cans from the box and stumbled his way back.
Coat was still curled up in a ball when he returned. Yesenin thought he would have noticed his presence when he stood right in front of him. Maybe another beer wasn’t a great idea. To get Coat’s attention, Yesenin extended his arm out to tap Coat’s head with the end of the beer can.
Coat jumped with the sudden contact from the can, and a frown formed on Yesenin’s face with that reaction. Coat looked up with groggy eyes, black pupils dilating immediately once he noticed who stood before him. A purple tone flushed on Coat’s cheeks as he narrowed his eyes towards him.
“You sure you can handle another beer?” The question came more slurred than Yesenine hoped for. Maybe he was the one that needed a break from drinking.
Coat reached out his hand to grab the can that tapped him but he was reaching further than he needed too. Coat shifted his posture, knees now in contact with the floor, hands firmly grasping Yesenin’s wrist. The touch felt warm, electrifying even. For once it felt like they were the only residents in the house, and a foreign feeling bubbled in Yesenin’s chest. It was a yearning that’s been suppressed for years in his life finally gaining flame, a feeling he’d never thought would be experienced even when facing death.
“I want you.”
It came as a whisper and his usual stuttering was absent. Black voids continued to meet with Yesenin’s ocean eyes. This blunt confession got Yesenin to freeze. The only times he’s been in situations similar would have been in highschool. Girls walking up with trinkets to gift him, spouting their undying love for him. He’d rejected every one of them. Sure, during that age he did want to be in a relationship, but they were all unappealing in his eyes. There was always something that made him apprehensive when it came to dating women. As he grew older, he became unappealing, and dropped the idea of love altogether.
But this was different. He never felt sparks like this towards anyone, especially no one from his younger years. This was new, and frankly, he wanted more. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not, but he yearned for this.
“Get up, let’s talk in the hallway.” They had to leave this room, get to some place more private. Although everyone in the room was shitfaced he'd rather not have to face a resident with conflicting tastes.
Coat relaxed his grip on Yesenin’s wrist, gravity pulling it down towards the beer that he held onto. Bandaged nubs glazed over his rough hand, the pang in his chest returned. Coat nodded, eyes now fixed on the floor. Yesenin waited for Coat to get up before making their way to the door. He opened it, letting Coat exit first and closed the door shut behind him.
Coat stood in the middle of the hallway, nodding back and forth, a sad attempt to gain his bearings. Yesenin used the wall space between the entrance of the office and the window for his own support.
“You shouldn’t be saying that in a crowded room like that.” Yesenin spoke as he looked at Coat, cracking the tab open on his new beer. He continued, “They could get the wrong idea.”
Coat focus was on the beer, fidgeting the tab. Every time he tried to open it his finger would slip off from the bandages. His motions were fidgety and he shrunk his posture.
“Am I not allowed…” an awkward pause filled the hallway. Coat finally got his can to open with a fizz before continuing where he left off, “to speak my mind?”
“Perhaps not in a room full of strangers” he took a long swig of his beer.
“When I touched your hand… I felt warmth.”
Yesenin disagreed with the term ‘touch’. The grip Coat had on his wrist may not have been strong, but touch was too weak of a word to describe the way Coat was clutching Yesenin.
“Do you want to feel it again?” He cringed internally. Embarrassment was boiling in his body as dusty pink hues invaded his cheeks. Yesenin repositioned himself awkwardly against the wall, eyes averted as he tried to focus on something other than the man in front.
In a hesitant motion Coat lifted his hand for a better angle of the can, chugging till it was empty. He could see the reflection of the beer that dribbled down the corner of Coat’s mouth, slowly going down to his chin. Coat dropped the now empty can, using the arm that once held that discarded object to wipe liquid running down his mouth. He then stumbled his way towards Yesenin, tripping as he fell forward on his abdomen.
No one moved. Coat’s face was buried in his midriff, his arms stagnant on his side. Yesenin wasn’t sure how to approach this new territory. He chose to finish his own can, using his free arm to wrap around Coat’s shoulder as a way of comfort. He wasn’t sure if this was intentional or not, whether this was the position Coat wanted to be in or if he chose to settle in this accidental embrace. His dress shirt crinkled more as Coat swiftly wrapped his arms around Yesenin’s waist, squeezing lightly.
Fear of this new sensation turned into excitement and Yesenin didn’t know what to make of it. Amidst Coat’s motion, his empty beer was absent from his free hand. Instinctively, Yesenin’s lanky hand made way towards Coat’s hair, moving a few black locks behind his ear. Rough fingers naturally lowered to caress Coat’s ear, slowly making their way to the stretched loop on the lobule. He wished he could visualize what Coat would look like with plugs or tunnels that would occupy this empty space, but his brain was getting foggy, and his thoughts were… elsewhere.
When Coat shifted his head to make eye contact with Yesenin, he slid his hand below his ear to station his palm on Coat’s jaw. His skin was cold to the touch, and a numbing sensation steeped through, getting a shiver out of Yesenin. He was certain the look Coat was giving him had a deeper, more intimate intention. Reality suddenly dawned on Yesenin when Coat further nested his head on his palm, Coat’s irises overtaken by over-dilated black pupils. Should he be indulging in this act with someone who was practically a stranger, and a man at that?
Sure, they had their moments of casual conversation on the couch, but it felt very one-sided. Yesenin introduced himself and gave his story of getting kicked out of that wretched bar. He referenced his enjoyment in poetry- particularly the works of Anna Akhmatova, even reading the poetry he found on the homeowner’s shelf to Coat a few times. During all that Coat was still reluctant to tell much about himself, always responding vaguely without a concrete answer. It was a shame.
“Yesenin,” Coat interrupted his thoughts, “Your heartbeat is sporadic.”
Coat’s nose rubbed against his wrist, Yesenin barely registered the muffled moan that came from the smaller man. He had to know more about Coat to keep this up, to get out of this stranger threshold to something more satisfying.
“Will you tell me your name before we continue further?”
Coat freezed after taking in that question. The cogs in his brain were barely functioning to respond with an answer fast enough to please Yesenin. He was either experiencing the same brain fog that Yesenin was battling or he was attempting to avoid the question. The smaller man altered his position, standing on his toes to elevate his height, thighs now resting on Yesenin’s, flushing their chests together. Coat’s face inched closer to his own, lips were pressed together thinly with a slight frown, as if he was hesitant to answer his question.
“S-Sergei… that’s my name.” he mumbled after a few seconds of silence.
Yesenin wasn’t sure if that was his actual name. Maybe he made one up to progress the situation they both desperately wanted.
“Well Sergei, what are your intentions with me tonight?”
It was a genuine question. There was an underlying want of something greater between the two, only growing exponentially as they drank during the homeowner’s pity party. Yesenin could vaguely grasp what he wanted. He desperately wanted more but was unsure how to bring it up with such a brain fog. He was unsure about Coat’s boundaries which worried him. He was unsure about his own which frightened him.
In a clumsy attempt Sergei raised his arms, slowly creeping his hand to grab at the collar of his shirt. The tug Yesenin felt on the collar was weak, physical fatigue was taking over but Sergei’s determination was unstoppable even with the abundance of alcohol consumed. Yesenin let Sergei take the lead, lowering his head in the direction he was pulled in.
Cold dry lips crashed against Yesenin’s chapped ones. It was soft at first, lips pressed together gently after the initial start. Yesenin relocated his hands to embrace Sergei’s jaw, applying more pressure to the kiss. Tingling sensations overwhelmed his body from the action and differing body temperatures, and the sting he felt on his lip was addictive. His heart was pounding to a distracting degree, the awkward nature of this kiss was embarrassing really. But the spark that he was sure Sergei also felt was remarkable.
Their noses lightly brushed each other as Sergei opened his mouth slightly, groaning as Yesenin took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. He sharply inhaled through his nose as they continued to melt into each other. Tongues pressed together, tang of alcohol remained overpowering from their previous indulgence. Sergei’s knees buck from the tender feel of Yesenin’s tongue lapping his teeth. Slowly, Yesenin let his control get overtaken by Sergei, giving the colder man a chance to do as he pleased.
Sergei took the opportunity to swirl his tongue a few times against his before sucking greedily. It was sloppy, mixed saliva filled their mouths as his tongue was slurped. Sharp canines hovered above Yesenin’s vulnerable tongue, biting down harshly as blood started saturating his mouth. Yesenin hissed at the sudden puncture, the metallic taste in his mouth leaving him dazed. Sergei’s tongue immediately went to lap at the wound he created, hungrily ravishing his red nectar. After Sergei was satisfied with his feast, he freed Yesenin’s abused tongue. A string of pink saliva remained connected on each other’s mouth as the small gap gave the two a breather. Sergei's lips were wet, glossy, and stained from his blood. He was panting, staring at him with half lidded eyes. Yesenin was sure he also looked disheveled.
Sergei utilized this moment to lick the contents off his lip while grinding up against Yesenin’s thigh, causing a shaking groan to leave his mouth. Yesenin’s growing arousal was difficult to contain. His breathing was patchy, and the sight of Sergei rushed blood to his groin. Sergei must have noticed by the way he straddled his thigh, rutting against Yesenin to gather more friction for the two. His patience was quickly dwindling with each passing second.
A mumbled grunt unexpectedly left his mouth as Sergei palmed his clothed erection. Yesenin almost forgot that they were still in the hallway, that there were still people in the room behind them. Even if they were all asleep, the location they settled in wasn’t exactly private. He attempted to hold back the erotic noises that were spilling from his mouth in hopes of not disrupting the hopefully sleeping guests. Maybe they should relocate to the couch where they usually reside. At least then they would be in a room.
He placed his hand on Sergei’s shoulder.
“We should continue this back in the living room, don’t you think?”
Sergei pondered for a few, as if he was contemplating on what to say.
“The couch would be too unformtable…” he sheepishly turned to face the door to the homeowner’s room, “We should do it in there.”
The heavy implication of doing such a sinful act in the room where the homeowner slept was worrisome. Yes, the homeowner was quite invasive and moronic in Yesenin’s perspective. Yet, he was just another man going through the same hell of the cataclysm, trying to find meaning. Trying to survive. But would that warrant Sergei’s and his indulgences in a private space like that? God, his head was starting to ache.
“To continue in the room where the man with the gun sleeps. The man that trusted us enough to let us stay in his home when the catastrophes are breaking everyone’s mind. You must be out of it, Sergei.”
“You can blame the b-beers for that.” The hand on Yesenin’s clothed erection squeezed teasingly, a pathetic sigh was the only response he could give. “But who would stop us from doing it there?”
Fuck…this was torturous. It didn’t help that Sergei was lowering himself down, the hand still on his crotch, but the other advanced onto his right thigh, going below the hem of his shorts to make contact with his skin. Sergei’s face aligned right above his fly, lustful eyes stared at the palm covering the dent before looking up at Yesenin. Yesenin’s face reddened from Sergei’s advances.
“Or out here.”
Yesenin grabbed Sergei’s coat and pulled him towards the bedroom. “Anywhere but here.” was all he could muster, his face getting redder.
They kept stepping over each other, the alcohol had yet to leave their system and it would stay that way for the entire night it seemed. The door opened with a creak as they stumbled into the room. Yesenin reached for the light switch brightening the room, walking towards the edge on the queen size bed to take a seat. He unexpectedly sunk down on the bed, something that surprised him with how uncomfortably stiff the rest of the furniture was in this house. He spread his legs as an invitation for Sergei to occupy.
The door closed by itself, officially giving the two the privacy they so desperately needed. Sergei stood in front of him picking at his sleeve, unsure of what to do. Yesenin let out a soft scoff as he motioned him to come closer. Was he really acting nervous now? After what took place in the hallway?
Sergei walked towards him, swaying back and forth, his hand now gripped on his coat. He stood in between the space he made, now nearly eye to eye with each other. This would definitely make things easier. Sergei stripped his coat and scarf, dropping them carelessly on the floor beside him. The green turtleneck was now exposed fully to Yesenin. It was a tight fit that showed his frame well.
It was now Yesenin's turn to get his jaw cupped by cold hands. Soft material from the bandaids itching the back of his head. In return he placed his own on Sergei’s side, drawing the smaller man closer for a kiss. It was softer this time around.
Sergei parting himself to go for his neck, hands sliding down his dress shirt back on his crotch. He nibbled on his skin, teeth grazing over his jugular. A low groan left Yesenin’s mouth at the sudden contact of teeth. It was enough of a distraction for him to not notice the zipper being undone to free his erection. The sudden touch on the tip of his leaking dick through the boxers brought him back to reality.
The strokes were slow and methodical. Sergei went down on his knees for better access, Yesenin’s hand now resting on top of his head, fingers curling into the dark black locks of the smaller man. The hem of Yesenin’s boxers were pulled down enough for his dick to spring up into the cold atmosphere. A whimper came out from Sergei as he eyed the length, mesmerized. Slowly grasping this eight inch dick, stroking it fully a few times before giving a small lick at the tip.
“You’re not planning on biting, are you?”
Sergei looked confused, likely didn’t register what he was referencing. Sergei’s eyes opened up in realization, holding his dick near his mouth as he replied.
“C-can’t keep any promises.” Teeth hovered over his dick as a playful smirk formed on Sergie’s face.
In retaliation Yesenin pulled his hair- receiving a hiss in response. Chapped lips lowered down on his dick, tongue swirling around the shaft. Yesenin was engulfed by the slick heat of Sergei’s mouth, hollowed cheeks applying more pressure when Sergei sucked deeper. He bobs his head up and down, always looking up when he approaches the tip, tongue lapping at the slit before attempting to lower back to the base. With each motion down he tried going deeper, his dick hitting the back of Sergei’s throat filling the room choking gurgles. The attention Yesenin felt was intoxicating. His vision felt patchy by the second, an unfamiliar warmth pooled near his stomach. The erotic panting that came out of him was humiliating.
Yesenin jerked when a cold hand started kneading his balls, shiver running up his spine from the touch. Hands clenched harder Sergie’s hair from the overstimulation, instinctively pushing him further down his dick, his nose in touch with his pubes.
“I’m close…” was all Yesenin could muster before bucking his hip.
A muffled moan was audible from the man below him when he came. Sergei sunk his head down further, lapping his tongue around his dick a final time before ascending back up with a shudder. Glossy eyes met with his as swollen lips withdrew his dick with a wet pop. His dick was glistening with the amount of saliva coated on it. Closed lips stayed in touch with the tip, Sergei’s attempts to swallow the mixture of spit and cum was a struggle. The bandaid hand held a gentle grip to his now soft dick.
“I- you ok?” he released his grip on Sergie’s hair. “I should have warned you sooner…” the words died out of his mouth at what he saw.
Sergei’s mouth was open, this thumb brushed against his lip as the leftover contents of slick liquids was visible to him. He grabbed his pants and boxer, pulling them down swiftly to expose more of his lower region. Yesenin adjusted his position letting the clothes fall to his knees. Sergei quickly prompted himself up, using the hand on his thigh to elevate him. Sergei’s own erection was now noticeable as he gained his balance. Teasingly, little by little, Sergei stripped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. A clear stain on his boxers from the aftermath was revealed.
Purple-ish hues plastered around Sergei's cheeks and knees, a nice contrast to his typical blue tinted skin. Slipping out of his pants with ease, a hand came to push Yesenin down on the bed, bouncing softly when he hit the bed. His shirt was tugged and pulled as Sergei crawled on top, straddling his hips, grinding against his bare dick. The friction from the soft material of the boxer immediately rushed blood to his dick again.
Hands reach towards the lining of his crumpled shirt, yanking strong enough to pop a few buttons off. This was a surprise to Yesenin, Sergei didn’t appear like someone who had the strength to pull off such a stunt, especially with how jittery he always presented himself to be.
Yesenin tucked this information in the back of his head, praying that he would remember to bring it up in a more desirable state of mind.
Icy hands sprawled underneath to cup his chest, the room felt like a sauna but his touch was still cold. They slid down his side, going over the crevasses of his protruding ribs, teasingly rubbing around his hip. Sergei bent down, brushing his nose against the crook of Yesenin’s neck, he could feel the tingling sensation of his inhales. A purr came from Sergei’s throat as he nuzzled against his skin.
Yesenin finally decided to move his own hands towards Sergei, hands sliding under the hem of the sweater. In a quick jolt Sergei catches his hands, roughly forcing them back on the bed.
His eyes went dark. Hands were shaking against his, and the grip was starting to hurt but the look Sergei gave was akin to a nervous attempt to compose themself. Yesenin jolted from the unexpected motion, quickly relaxing his muscles to let Sergei take control. The hands that held his own were shaking, finger pads dug into his wrist, regret ate away at Yesenin.
“Don’t.” It was raspy and controlling.
The word went straight to his already aching dick, he almost choked on his breath. The feeling of an object jammed in his throat made it harder to swallow the arousal he felt.
“Are you taking control tonight?”
“Would you trust me?” He responds seductively, motioning Yesenin’s hands to be anchored on his thighs.
“If I didn’t we wouldn’t be here.” Teasingly he grips his cold thighs.
Sergei drew his fingers between his perfect white teeth, plucking each worn out bandaid off, dropping them on the carpet. With each removal revealing new developing nails, nailbeds no longer mangled, finally getting the healing it deserved. A freed hand moves down to the shaft of Yesenin's dick, pushing it closer to rub against the cotton fabric of his boxers, thumb twirling at the tip, smearing the precum. Yesenin bit back a moan, bucking his hips.
Two fingers nudged in-between his lips begging to be let in. Yesenin parted his lips slightly in compliance, the digits sliding in with ease, exploring his mouth. They grazed the top, feeling the divots as they approached the back of his teeth. The gentleness touch in his mouth felt foreign, an experience he’s never thought to experience ever. To be this intimate with another…it felt nice.
Suddenly they push in deeper, gathering up the built-up saliva in the back of his mouth. A gurgled moan vibrated around the fingers as they pinched in between to caress its rough surface. The longer Sergei’s fingers settled in his mouth the more dizzy he became.
Sergei withdrew his well coated fingers moving them below to his ass. The hand that teased Yesenin’s dick were placed firmly on his shoulder. Sergei sharply inhaled as he led a finger into his hole, face scrunched from the intrusion as he pistoned his finger. Yesenin watched in awe as he inserted another finger to stretch himself further, moving the hands that still remained on Sergei's thighs to cup his ass.
“How long will you keep these on?” he teased.
Lustful eyes stared back, boring holes into Yesenin. Adjusting himself, Sergei swiftly threw off his boxers, his neglected dick finally free from the entrapment. It was a few inches shorter than his and blue like the rest of his body with a gradient of purple starting from the tip. It was leaking profusely with how neglected it was.. With one last stretch he positioned his hole at the tip of Yesenin’s dick, and with a shaky smirking he plunged down.
Sparks rippled through his body. The tight feeling around his dick made him feel that he would cum immediately. Whimpering came from Sergei as he bottomed out, gripping onto Yesenin’s shoulders harsh enough to leave a bruise. Taking a few seconds to compose himself before bouncing to find rhythm.
The addiction of watching his dick disappear with each thrust drove him insane.
Yesenin was addicted with how his dick would disappear into Sergei with each bounce.
“Fu- fuck!” Sergei moaned loudly as his dick hit a certain spot.
Yesenin slowed down his pace in worry that Sergei was hurt, in response two hands gripped his throat.
“Don't s-stop.” A low threat, teasingly applying pressure to his wind pipe but not enough to harm him, of course.
He hummed in response, continuing his pace. A hand moving to stroke Sergei's neglected dick, giving it the attention it so desperately wanted. Sergei looked up, eyes scrunched, and mouth open letting his sweet moans out. His thighs shook from the exhilarating, arching his back with the constant stimulation.
“I-I'm so close! Please!” he whimpered under his breath, small beads of sweat builded up on his face from the humidity.
Fuck… Yesenin was close. The feeling of overbearing warmth was pooling in his dick again. His hair was a sprawled mess, chunks stuck together in sweat. Hands were slick from Sergei’s leaky dick that twitched every time he sank down.
“C-coming.” Was all Yesenin could gurgle out with the hands ever so slightly tightening around his neck. His own hand quickened the pace on Sergei’s dick.
His body jerked with the last thrust, his release sent shockwaves through his body. His pulsing dick buried in Sergei’s ass clenched greedily as he came inside.
The grip on his neck released, Sergei shuddered harshly with his orgasm. White painted Yesenin’s stomach. Sergei laid his head on Yesenin’s chest, nuzzling right in the middle. Coolness spread on his boiling skin, like an air cooler was turned on in mid-summer heat. They stayed still for a bit, catching their breath from this electrifying event.
“Was that… good?” Yesenin croaked out from his dry throat. Dread creeped through his body, amidst his intoxicated state a guilt tied him in knots. Was it satisfying? Was Sergei satisfied?
An affirmative hum was all Sergei could give,putting his mind to ease. He was drifting off, exhausted from all the drinking and now… this. Yesenin combed his cleaner hand through Sergie’s sweat clumped hair. They definitely needed a shower after this.
With the mess of the aftermath, Yesenin looked around the room to find anything suitable to clean themselves with. He would’ve borrowed the spare towels in the bathroom, soaking them in warm water to scrub off the fluids on their body, but he was exhausted. Muscles in his thighs ached with every slow shift he made, his form office job body unfamiliar with the strain he experienced tonight. Eyelids grew heavy with indication of exhaustion, his body needed to rest soon.
A sigh of relief left his body as he eyed the box of tissue that sat on top of the drawer. Gently, he shifted Sergei’s body off to be laid comfortably on the soft sheets of the bed, pulling himself out of Sergei with a grunt. His eyes caught a glimpse of cum that ran down his inner thigh. Sergei moaned into the sheets with the sudden emptiness.
Yesenin reached out towards the box, pulling a few tissues to wipe off the sticky residue off his hand, making his way to his chest to scrub the cum off. He grabs a few more, delicately wiping at Sergei’s asshole, and patting down his inner thigh to remove the leakage. He discards the used tissues in the small trash can beside the drawer, proceeding to lift the floral blanket over the two. Snuggling in as their body heat is now trapped underneath, Sergei nuzzles his head against his chest again, ear pressed against his skin, perhaps attempting to hear his heartbeat.
Yesenin stared at Sergei who was fast asleep, body rising and falling uniformly. It was a beautiful sight, cute even. He carefully wrapped his hand around Sergei's waist, swirling his thumb in a circular motion on his back. The heaviness finally caught him, with no intention of staying up longer he let himself succumb to slumber.