Obviously, I did last night, and now I can feel his semi-hard cock pressing against mine, waking it up from slumber.
It should be blasphemous that I get these raging boners around Yulian on the regular. And while I can’t find an explanation for it, I know for a fact what my body wants.
Yulian.
At all times.
Beneath me. On top of me. In all fucking positions available.
A rush of pleasure trickles down my spine at the memory of my cock ramming into him as I held him against the bathroom wall, his legs wrapped around my waist. I was rough, and he loved it, asking for more and kissing me senseless, demanding I go harder.
I’ve never fucked that rough, always vying for mild and acceptable. Truly, I don’t want to hurt others just because I have those deviant preferences. So the fact that Yulian embraced that side of me, even demanding more, turned me absolutely feral.
A sexual animal through and through who’s unable to detach from him.
I let him bend me over the tub and fuck me as hard as he wanted, and I moaned and groaned, and made all the wanton noises I didn’t think I was capable of.
Yulian was messing around the whole night, giving me oral and teaching me how to do certain things. It was extremely informative, more so than the amateur porn and Reddit threads I studied for educational purposes.
He said I’m a fast learner when, after he fucked me, I sucked the cum off his cock.
Pretty sure I have some sort of oral fixation for Yulian’s cum, because I wanted to suck him dry like he did to me, but I didn’t really get the chance.
We went at it until all the chaos in the house died down. I remember Yulian carrying me to bed as I half fell asleep in the tub.
Not sure why I even did that when I never fall asleep in bathtubs. Don’t actually like them either, to be honest, and prefer quick showers.
Falling asleep in one is dangerous, but I guess I trusted that Yulian was there for me. Not that I should correlate the wordtrustwith Yulian, but still.
I was in that phase between sleep and wakefulness when I felt him drop a soft kiss to my lips and wrap himself all over me like an octopus.
His sigh reverberated against my chest as he whispered, “You can never escape me now, Mishka.”
Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled on top of me, and now, I have a huge, heavy guy who’s made of muscle crushing me.
But I don’t mind.
I kind of like that I can take him on.
Problem is, I can’t move, or, more like, I don’t want to ruin his peace. He was shivering slightly a few hours ago, his brows drawn together, probably in the throes of a nightmare. I stroked his back through it, feeling the tension of whatever he was going through.
I wanted to reach into his subconscious and remove whatever was bothering him.
Yulian is extremely easygoing and can be so unserious that it drives me up the wall, but he also has scars and priorities and has to survive an abusive dad.
Not sure how I can make it better or if I should even be thinking about that just because he gave me the best sex of my life.
It’s just sex.
Yulian and I will always be worlds apart in every other aspect. Not to mention, we have extremely different empires we’re set to inherit.
And yet…
I turn my head, watching him sleep—his lips parted, his mouth grazing my throat, not quite kissing me but close enough, a trace of drool wetting my skin. And it pisses me off that I don’t find it disgusting.
If anything, my cock stirs at the feel of his mouth, his body, his length pressed to mine.
I don’t really care that I’m sore, and he must be, too. Not sure if we were supposed to go back-to-back like that for our first time, but I guess I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d wanted to.
