Mother plucked one of the flowers from the vase, touched by the tenderness of the gesture. “Course it is.” He stepped up close to Vasily, holding it out to him. “I’ve never been wooed before.”
Vasily took the flower, their fingers brushing softly, and gazed up at him, eyes wide. “Me either. Wooed anyone, I mean. But I like it.”
He leaned in and pressed their mouths together, soft and sweet, and Mother licked into the seam of his mouth, chasing the taste of him. Heat ran through him and his heart beat faster when Vasily wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Mother wondered if it was normal to feel somuchfrom a single kiss, before deciding he didn’t care what normal was.
Vasily pulled back, his eyes dark, and laid the slightly crushed flower on the table. His gaze flicked between Mother and the jug and glasses. “Did you, um. Want a glass of wine?”
Mother shook his head. “I didn’t come here for wine.”
The tips of Vasily’s ears turned dark pink, and he nodded in the direction of the bed. “When I cleaned, I put fresh linens on the bed. I don’t want to presume anything, but—” Vasily swallowed hard, then stepped forward and settled his hands on Mother’s hips. “Would you like to join me there, Bryn?”
Mother blinked, both surprised and charmed by Vasily’s boldness, and at the mention of joining him in bed, his slow-burning arousal bloomed into something sharper, needier. He reached up and ran his fingers through Vasily’s hair. It was like silk under his fingertips. He cupped Vasily’s face in one palm. “I’d like that very much.”
Letting out a shaky breath, Vasily leaned forward and Mother met him halfway, their mouths clashing in a desperate, messy tangle of teeth and tongues that was far better than it had any right to be. Vasily slid his hands from Mother’s waist down to his arse, taking a moment to explore before cupping and squeezing the globes there, and the feel of fingertips digging into muscle had Mother moaning as tendrils of heat danced up his spine.
He slid his hands under the hem of Vasily’s shirt and up his back, tracing the lines of muscle, and gods, how had heeverthought he wasn’t interested in this? He shoved Vasily’s shirt upward, a wordless request, and Vasily let go of him to peel the garment over his head and discard it on the floor. Mother took the chance to peel out of his own shirt. He drank in the sight of Vasily’s broad chest and reached out and brushed a thumb over his nipple. Vasily gasped, making the same lovely little shocked sound he had last time Mother had touched him there.
Mother didn’t hesitate to do it again and then, feeling bold, he leaned down and laved his tongue over the hardening nub. Vasily tasted faintly of soap and fresh sweat, and Mother wanted more. He took the nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“No!” Vasily stiffened and jerked back from Mother’s touch as if he’d been struck by lightning.
Mother stilled, his heart racing. He straightened and cupped Vasily’s face in one hand, searching for any sign of distress.
Vasily grinned at him. “That was—it was too good,” he said, a little breathless, “and I was hoping to make it out of my trousers this time.”
Oh.
Mother grinned back. “Well then, we’d best get them off,” he said, and set to work making it happen. Vasily’s lacings parted under his fingers, and at Vasily’s nod Mother slid his trousers and smallclothes down to his knees.
Vasily stilled him with a hand to his shoulder, looking lost for a moment, before he tugged his trousers back up and sat in one of the wooden chairs. It took Mother a moment, but he soon realised Vasily had only sat down to remove his boots, and he promptly sat down to do the same.
When he lifted his head from tugging at his boot, he froze, dumbstruck, at the vision in front of him. His boot hit the floor with a thunk.
He’d seen Vasily naked once before, but now, with his cock standing hard and proud, his body gleaming in the lamplight, and dark lines of shadow dancing over his skin and highlighting the curves and planes, he was the most beautiful sight Mother had ever seen.
“Gods, lad,” he said, voice hoarse with want.
Vasily, wearing a pleased smile, turned slightly to face him. He extended a hand, and Mother stood, pausing only to shed his trousers before taking it, his heart thundering and cock throbbing at the acres of gorgeous, smooth skin in front of him. He wanted to touch all of it.
Vasily led him to the bed and stood there uncertainly before whispering, “What would you like to do?”
It was an impossible question. How to choose when there wasso muchMother wanted? But Vasily was looking at him with something like pleading in his gaze, and Mother never wanted to disappoint him. He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and made his choice.
He opened his eyes to find Vasily watching him. Stepping closer to the bed, Mother gave Vasily a gentle shove so that he was sitting on the side of it and dropped gracelessly to his knees in the vee of Vasily’s thighs so that he was level with his cock. “Want to taste you.” He sounded desperate even to his own ears.
Vasily’s lips parted and his cock twitched, moisture beading at the tip. When he gave a jerky nod, Mother leaned in and gave a tentative lick up the shaft, catching the drip. It was warm and salty, the taste slightly musky. He licked his lips, considering, before deciding he liked it.
He ran his palms over the fine golden hairs and settled his hands on Vasily’s thighs, noting the light tremor running through the thick muscle. He leaned in again and lapped at the rosy crown of Vasily’s cock where it was peeking out, before taking the head in his mouth and sucking.
Vasily let out a groan that sounded almost like a prayer. He clutched at Mother’s hair, his fingers flexing as his cock leaked steadily. Mother wrapped a hand around Vasily’s shaft and started to stroke, and Vasily’s moans grew louder.
Mother’s own erection was straining, tight and hot and urgent, and he was desperate to get a hand on himself, but he didn’t trust that he could do that and give Vasily the attention he deserved. So for now he concentrated on sucking and swallowing, easing another inch into his mouth and licking along the length as he worked out what Vasily liked.
What Vasily liked, it turned out, was everything.
He let out a series of little gasps and whines, every single one of them ratcheting Mother’s own arousal higher, and it wasn’t long before Vasily was rolling his hips, the cock in Mother’s mouth throbbing hot and heavy against his tongue as Vasily chased his release.
When Mother used his other hand to cup Vasily’s balls, Vasily’s hips bucked up suddenly and the hand in Mother’s hair tightened.
