“Is this all right?” Vasily whispered, his voice strained.
Mother gave a sharp nod and Vasily resumed moving, settling into a steady rhythm that soon had Mother rocking back into the touch, greedy for more.
It was better than anything he’d imagined.
As if reading his mind, Vasily said, “Another one?”
“Please,” Mother gasped.
He wasn’t prepared for the stretch and sting of two fingers and he had to take a few deep breaths, but then the momentary pain faded and turned into something else, a pleasant fullness that made heat pool in his gut and his cock throb.
There was a gentle tug at his rim every time Vasily withdrew his fingers only to plunge them in again, and it sent shivers running down Mother’s spine. He couldn’t help the breathy moans that escaped him as new sensations washed over him, building in intensity with every twist of Vasily’s clever fingers—strange, yes, but oh, sogood.
He ached with need as he imagined how much better Vasily’s thick length would feel sliding inside of him, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. “I need you in me,” he blurted out before he could talk himself out of it.
Vasily paused, breathing heavily. “Bryn—”
“Please, please,” Mother chanted, unable to think, barely able to speak, all his focus on the foreign ache in his arse that just made him want more.
The fingers disappeared, leaving him far too empty, but it was only for a moment. Then Vasily was slotting himself in the space behind him, draping himself over Mother’s spine and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Are you sure?”
Mother spread his knees wider in response, slipping a hand underneath himself and stroking his cock as he took several deep breaths, caught between nervousness and need.
Vasily kissed his way across his shoulders before kneeling up behind him and settling the head of his cock against Mother’s loosened hole. He laid one hand on the small of Mother’s back and pressed forward. There was a moment where Mother thought it wasn’t going to work, that they’d done this all wrong, but then Vasilypushedand Mother breathed out at the right time, and there was nothing but the overwhelming stretch of Vasily’s cock sliding smoothly into his arse.
The initial ache was intense but Mother panted through it with fast, shallow breaths as he closed his eyes, adjusting to the feel of his body being invaded.
Not invaded,he corrected himself.Not when you invited it.
“Oh gods,” Vasily said, his voice catching—and then he started to thrust.
The push-pull of hard, slippery flesh felt better than it had any right to, and Mother stroked himself faster, arching his back. The movement changed the angle of Vasily’s cock, and he brushed over something inside Mother. The resulting flash of heat and pleasure shocked him with its intensity, making him throw back his head and let out a shout.
Vasily made a soft noise of surprise, and then his hands tightened on Mother’s hips and he thrust forward again, rubbing over the same spot.
Balls tight and cock aching, Mother tensed as his release loomed like a storm cloud, dark and heavy. His arse clenched around Vasily’s cock and Vasily gasped, “Oh!” before letting out a low grunt, slamming his hips forward, and collapsing against Mother’s back, panting.
The heat of his breath against Mother’s skin along with his cock brushing against that magic spot inside was enough to tip Mother over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fucked into his fist, fast and desperate, and spilled all over the bedding.
Mother shuddered and shook through his release, which seemed to last forever. When even his own touch was too much to bear, he pulled his hand away, collapsing against the mattress in a boneless heap as Vasily followed him.
Mother had always thought there was nothing better than being on horseback, that it felt as close to flying as a man could get. How wrong he’d been.
This.This was flying.
He lay there, blanketed by the heat and weight of Vasily’s body against his, and drifted.
It could have been minutes or hours, Mother wasn’t sure. Eventually, though, Vasily eased out of him and pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, the simple gesture of affection making him shiver. Mother gradually became aware of the ache in his arse and the odd, empty feeling where Vasily’s cock had been lodged.
He squirmed under his Vasily-shaped blanket, and Vasily hummed and kissed the nape of his neck before rolling to one side and resting a hand on Mother’s back.
Mother turned to look at him and found Vasily wearing a dazed expression. Well-fucked was the word that sprang to mind, and Mother had no doubt that he looked just as wonderfully overwhelmed. Vasily blinked at him and tensed slightly, his brow creasing with an unspoken question.
Reaching out, Mother clumsily brushed Vasily’s blond locks away from his face. “We’ll be doing that again.”
Vasily bit his lip, and Mother wanted to reach out and tug it from between his teeth. “So it was…”
“Perfect,” Mother said firmly. “It was perfect, Vas.”
