Alexei pulled back just enough to run his tongue around the loose circle. Sean clenched around the emptiness he felt, crying out when Alexei slipped another finger inside him, thrusting the two in a shallow motion. He followed it up with his tongue, and Sean could only pant through the heat filling his body.
“Lyosha,” Sean moaned.
In response, Alexei pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, causing Sean to dig his heels against Alexei’s back and try to pull him closer. He pressed his shoulders against the table, arching up, wanting more.
The moment was abruptly broken by the timer beeping on the oven. Sean blinked rapidly at the ceiling, needing a second to remember why the timer was on. He loosened his hold on Alexei’s hair, fingers sliding free as Alexei lifted his head. Sean propped himself up on his elbows, staring at Alexei.
“The potatoes are going to burn,” Sean said, trying to catch his breath. He felt hot all over, nerves tingling, and he let out a groan at the way Alexei’s fingers kept playing with his hole.
“Don’t care about dinner,” Alexei told him.
“You will if the smoke alarm goes off.”
He wasn’t worried about a fire, more that they’d be interrupted by building security. Alexei made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. Sean moved his legs off Alexei’s shoulders and pushed himself to a sitting position. Breathing a little heavily, he watched Alexei stand up, his eyes lingering on those red, puffy lips.
Alexei’s hand slipped between his legs to fondle his balls and Sean rocked into his touch, nearly sliding off the table. His eyes slid shut before snapping back open at the sound of the timer going off yet again as a reminder they still had food cooking.
Alexei’s eyes narrowed, and the next thing Sean knew, he was being pulled away from the table and led into the kitchen. Sean grabbed his wine glass off the kitchen island and swallowed what was left in two long gulps while Alexei slapped his hand on the timer flashing across the oven’s controls. The beeping stopped. He stabbed at the controls one more time to turn off the oven.
“Dinner later?” Sean asked as Alexei turned around.
The heat in his eyes made Sean lick his lips. He put the glass back down on the kitchen island, refusing to move as Alexei closed the short distance between them.
“Later,” Alexei agreed, grabbing Sean by his hips and spinning him around. “Fuck you now.”
Sean braced himself against the marble countertop, listening to the sound of Alexei undoing his own pants. Warm hands stroked up his back, pushing his shirt up a little before sliding back down to squeeze his ass.
Sean pushed back against Alexei’s greedy hands, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. “We should go to the bedroom. There’s no lube out here.”
Alexei leaned against him, his hard cock sliding between the cleft of Sean’s ass. He reached around Sean for the bottle of cooking oil.
“Is good,” Alexei growled against his throat, sucking at his pulse.
By the end of the night, Sean was going to have bruises on his body, placed there by Alexei’s hands and mouth. “You’re cleaning up the mess you make.”
Alexie laughed, low and deep, as he poured the cooking oil into one hand. “We take shower afterward. Clean you up good.”
Slick fingers pushed inside him, making Sean groan as he folded down on his elbows over the kitchen island. He slid his feet farther apart, giving Alexei more room to work with. The slow, hard push of his fingers soon had Sean riding them, but he wanted more.
“You need to get in me, Lyosha,” he panted.
“Is what you want? My cock in you?”
“I gave you a ring, the least you can do is fuck me.”
Alexei swore, pulling his fingers out and pushing his cock inside without any further teasing. Sean cried out, pressing his forehead against the cool marble as Alexei pushed in andin, filling him up just the way he liked.
“Yes,” he groaned, rocking back against Alexei, grinding his ass against that wonderful body. “Fuck, I can’t believe you said yes.”
Alexei fit his hands around Sean’s hips, holding him steady as he drew out and thrust back in. “Think I say no? To you, Senichka?”
Sean shook his head, sweat-slicked skin sliding over marble. “Didn’t think you would say no. I just—”
He broke off with a moan as Alexei’s next thrust hit his prostate, making his entire body tremble. Alexei leaned over Sean, grinding slow and hard into him.
“Always give you what you want, Senichka. Want my cock? Give to you good.” Alexei punctuated every other word with a hard roll of his hips, making Sean practically pant out little cries with every drag of his cock. “Is good,da?”
“Yes,” Sean got out in a strangled voice.
