Mother could feel his cheeks heating, but he held Vasily’s gaze. Tell the truth and shame the devil, wasn’t that what they said? “Like it. A cock.Yourcock. In me.”
Vasily’s eyes widened. “Really? You’d let me…”
He gave a terse nod. “If you wanted,” he added, only too aware that it might not be something Vasily was interested in.
“That would be—” Vasily broke off, apparently lost for words, but his face split into a delighted grin that showed just how much he liked the idea, and the tightness in Mother’s chest eased.
“We can figure it out as we go, like always.” He reached out and gripped Vasily by the hips, drawing him close so that Vasily’s hardness was pressed against his own, and whispered, “I like the sound of both, if I’m honest.”
Vasily let out a soft whimper that went straight to Mother’s cock before reaching up to thread his fingers through Mother’s hair and hold him in place as he kissed him, hot and hungry.
Mother tugged Vasily’s shirt out from his trousers and slid his palms up over his ribs and down his spine. Vasily mirrored the action, but he didn’t stop at the dip of Mother’s spine, sneaking a hand into the waistband of Mother’s trousers and cupping his arse, making heat pool low in his belly.
A moan escaped him, and Vasily’s mouth curved up into a smile against his. He pulled back, face flushed and eyes bright, and started steering them haphazardly across the room towards the bed, his steps unsteady. They might have made faster progress if Vasily hadn’t kept stopping to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of Mother’s throat, but Mother wasn’t going to stop him, not when every kiss had his heart racing and his cock filling.
The back of Mother’s knees hit the mattress and he let himself fall backward. Vasily landed on top of him, balancing on his elbows, and leaned in for a proper kiss.
He was all hard muscle and heat, and the weight of him felt so very right that it would have been easy to get swept away in the touch and the taste and the heat of him. Before that happened, though, Mother shoved at Vasily’s chest and gasped out, “Wait.”
Vasily tensed. “Do you want to stop?” His disappointment was palpable.
“Stop?” Mother propped himself up on his elbows, giving a breathless laugh. “Gods, no. I just need to get my boots off, andyouneed to lock the door. I don’t plan on us being disturbed.”
“Oh!” Vasily brightened, and his enthusiasm was endearing enough that the last of Mother’s nervousness melted in the face of it.
Vasily hurried to lock the door, and they both undressed hastily. Mother pulled his shirt over his head, and when he emerged from the temporary darkness, it was to find a naked Vasily. Biting his lip, Vasily ran his hands down his chest and across his stomach before wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking himself in an obvious display.
He was glorious.
“Gods but you’re pretty,” Mother growled out, wondering if the sight of Vasily naked would ever fail to thrill him. Probably not. He looked him up and down, taking in the flex of his muscles, the curve of his belly, and the proud jut of his cock. The head peeked out of his fist, shiny with precum, and Mother licked his lips.
It was ridiculous, but he had a sudden urge to put on a show of his own. What did it matter that he wasn’t as young as he once had been? Vasily obviously found him attractive, if his raging erection was anything to go by. Mother slid onto the bed and settled himself against the headboard, his legs splayed wide, his knees bent, and his heels pressing into the mattress. After licking his palm, he took hold of his cock and dragged his hand up the length, letting out a low groan.
Vasily’s mouth dropped open, and satisfaction ran through Mother. “Oh fuck, Bryn,” Vasily said breathlessly, crawling up the bed and batting Mother’s hand away. He replaced it with his own, the heat of his palm setting Mother’s nerves alight, his strokes firm and sure.
“Hnngh,” Mother gritted out, bucking his hips up into the touch. Vasily grinned as he lowered his head and licked a stripe up Mother’s length before taking both his hand and mouth away.
Mother whimpered as he fucked up into thin air, and Vasily’s smile, which was laced with pure mischief, widened. “Gods, I love the sounds you make when you’re desperate.” He locked one hand in place on Mother’s hip so he couldn’t move, and flicked his tongue across the head of his cock in a series of kitten licks.
Mother thought he might lose his mind.
“Don’t tease,” he rasped out. “Please.”
“I won’t,” Vasily said, his warm breath ghosting over Mother’s damp cockhead and making a liar out of him before he mercifully pulled back and sat up. He ran a hand through his long hair and swallowed. “Shall I get the oil?”
Mother nodded before rolling onto his stomach and pulling his knees up under himself to make things easier. He might not have done this before, but he’d heard enough talk to know the mechanics of it all.
Vasily drew in a sharp breath, loud in the silence, and then there was a muttered, “Fuck, fuck,fuck,”as oil—toomuchoil—ran down the crack of Mother’s arse, dripping over his balls and onto the sheets. He turned his head to find Vasily grinning sheepishly, his cheeks aflame as he held up the near-empty flask. “Lost my grip.”
Mother couldn’t hold back a grin of his own. “Well, you’re a decent size. We’ll probably need it all.” He settled on his elbows again, his head hanging down.
Vasily traced a slick finger around Mother’s hole, spreading the oil and teasing the nerve endings there. When he did it again, pressing in slightly this time, Mother couldn’t hold back the broken moan that escaped him as his body lit up, pleasure racing through him.
If the touch of a finger had him falling apart, how was he ever supposed to last long enough for Vasily to fuck him?
Vasily gripped one hip and slid his fingers down the crack of Mother’s arse and back up again, slowly and carefully, increasing the pressure with every pass until finally, one fingertip eased inside and all the breath left Mother’s lungs.
He tensed and Vasily stilled as he adjusted.
