My breath catches. I manage a nod.
His fingers press into my shoulders and push me down against the bed, then he climbs over me. He doesn’t put weight where I’m hurt. He leans down and starts kissing along my neck, slow and careful at first, but deeper the lower he goes.
His mouth finds my chest, tongue circling one nipple before moving to the other.
He bites soft, but enough to make me jolt, and then he trails down, lips trailing over my stomach.
He slides his hands under my ass, gripping and shifting me until I’m flat on my back, spread out. My cock’s leaking already. My breathing stutters, too fast. He looks up once, eyes dark, then his tongue drags across his lips like he’s still deciding how to start.
His hand wraps around the base of me, and then his mouth is there. Just the tip—warm, wet, uncertain. I gasp, hips twitching.
“Alexei, more, please,” I choke out, already a mess.
He doesn’t move right away. Just licks at the head, slow and clumsy, trying different angles. His tongue circles me once, then again, a little harder this time. He pulls back, glances at me, then goes in deeper, takes a little more, then stops like he’s testing how much he can handle.
God, he’s never done this with a man before. I can tell from the way he’s experimenting, testing. I’m his first. Every movement feels deliberate, curious. He’s figuring it out while I’m falling apart under him.
I slide my hands into his hair on instinct, and then he sinks down and takes me deeper. His lips stretch around me, and I can feel the tight heat of his throat, the way his jaw moves whenhe pulls back and licks over the tip again before taking me in all over.
“So good,” I whisper, biting down on my lip to keep the sound in.
His head starts moving faster, deeper. His tongue presses along the underside every time he pulls back, and when he sinks down again, one of his hands slides lower and starts playing with my balls. The other stays wrapped tight around the base of my cock, keeping me right where he wants me.
The heat starts building too fast. My balls pull tight, and I feel the ache of it shoot through me like a warning.
“Mmh,” I gasp, hips twitching. “I’m gonna come soon.”
He doesn’t stop, just hums around my cock. That’s all it takes—that hmm.
My whole body tenses. And I let go.
My eyes slam shut, and I feel myself spill into his mouth, pulse after pulse, thick and hot and way too much. It’s been so long. He stays right there. Swallows and lets me come all the way down his throat.
When he finally pulls off, he licks along the tip once more before wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Then he sucks it into his mouth, not wasting a single drop.
“Fuck,zaychik,” he murmurs. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I don’t even know what it means.
Leather scrapes through belt loops. He pushes his jeans down, his boxers too, and his cock falls free.
He’s uncut, thick, leaking pre-cum from the tip. My mouth waters. I’ve never seen anyone uncut before. I’ve never wanted anything more. The sight of him makes my chest tighten. When he takes his shirt off, I gasp. He looks unreal. Every muscle on him is carved out, abs sharp as hell, the kind of stomach only seen in movies. Six-pack, clear as day. At the clinic, I was too focused on the wound to really look. Now, I can’t look away.
My gaze drags lower and catches on the spot I stitched up, the skin still healing.
He holds his hand open in front of my face. “Spit.”
I spit into his palm, and he drags it back to his cock, smearing it over the head, stroking himself slow. His thumb circles the tip before pulling the foreskin down, and pre-cum slips, trailing over his fist and down toward my thighs. One of his hands lands hard on my knee, pinning me there.
I try to sit up. I want him in my mouth so bad, but he presses me flat against the bed.
“Stay down,zaychik.” His voice comes out rough, wrecked. “Open your mouth for me, tongue out. Keep your eyes on me while I come all over that pretty face and make you mine.”
The way he says it steals every thought out of my head.
“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.”
My throat goes tight. I blink at him and swallow, my chest rising fast. “I’m yours.”
