“That won’t do,” Max chided him and twisted his nipples harder, forcing out another faint gasp. “I told you not to move and expect you to obey. Will you obey me?”
“Yes!” Vadim exhaled. “Yes, yes!”
Still holding the two nubs of flesh tightly, Max leaned down to nip at Vadim’s lips and part them and claim his mouth passionately, possessively. Their cocks rubbed together as they kissed. Max could feel them pulsing as their tongues mated wildly. Vadim mewled into Max’s mouth in barely contained lust, desperate for more friction. Max drew back and spit into his palm and aligned his painfully sensitive cock against Vadim’s, grasping tightly around them both. The slender body beneath him squirmed in unashamed pleasure as Max rocked lazily against it, pressing the freshly spanked flesh into the mattress. Max wanted to keep the pace purposefully slow, deliciously torturous, but couldn’t maintain it. He went faster and faster until their kisses turned into panted breaths and he couldn’t tell where his body ended and Vadim’s began, both tangled together in the heat of desire. He had missed this so much, so much. They came one after the other, legs twined, muscles taut as climax took them, and then went still, prostrate in the middle of the bed.
“How was it?” Max inquired after some time, reluctantly shuffling away to lie on his back. “Worth going to so much trouble to make me return?”
A soft laugh. “Well, yes, definitely. I went half out of my mind. Or maybe entirely, at some point.”
“It’s endorphins.”
“It’s you.” Vadim rolled onto his side and planted a kiss at the base of Max’s neck. He looked happy and somewhat debauched. His jade green eyes went deep, with golden sparkles around the irises. Max pulled him closer, still in a hazy state of post-coital bliss. “Are you sore?”
“Uh-huh. But you know what? I still like you. And think you’re a really good man. Though my ass hurts like hell.”
Max grinned, staring at the ceiling, quietly satisfied with himself and life in general. “I think it’s time for me to get up and put some ointment on your backside,” he said, though he didn’t really want to move and go anywhere. “Do you still have that arnica gel I bought?”
Vadim wrapped an arm around Max’s waist, holding him in place, and tucked his nose under Max’s armpit. “Later. Stay.”
“Sounds like an order,” Max chuckled.
Vadim instantly jerked up his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s all right.” Max pulled him back and quickly kissed his tousled curls. “Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want, okay? I’m happy to oblige.”
“But it’s not the way it usually works between Doms and subs,” Vadim remarked cautiously. “I mean, I’ll tell you if I don’t want something, that’s decided, but dominants usually don’t like pushy submissives who plan everything instead of waiting on their Dom.”
Max pressed a kiss to his shoulder, open-mouthed and languid. “Just as I might have already said, it shouldn’t be any other way but ours. Besides, it’s not pushy to share your fantasies with me. I think I should make you write down a list of things you like and don’t like. Actually, I should have done it long ago. I want to know if there’s something definitely off-limits, but I’m kind of interested in what turns you on. So that we could, um, have more fun.”
“Then you should write a list too,” Vadim insisted. “I want to know if something is a ‘No way!’ for you. For instance, that electricity toy I’ve bought, the violet wand, remember? I suspect you don’t like it. We’ve never tried it, not even once.”
“Well, it’s a bit scary,” Max had to admit.
“Yeah, and that’s a part of its appeal,” Vadim assured him enthusiastically. “Just imagine how menacingly those electrodes in glass tubes glow in the dark, with a strange buzzing noise.”
Max chortled. “Mmm, sounds romantic. I need to mull this idea over. Get accustomed to it. Do a bit of research. Maybe I should try this thing on myself first to make sure it won’t harm you.”
“That’s kind of romantic, too,” Vadim said quietly and very seriously. His ankle hooked between Max’s calves, parting his legs, so that they became entwined even more closely. Vadim snuggled to him like he was starved for physical affection. Maybe they both were.
This feeling of intimacy was something Max had been dreaming of for so long. It was a tad sentimental perhaps, but he felt the circle of Vadim’s arms was a protected space in which he could explore his darkest dreams and still be loved.
Wrapped around each other, they teetered on the verge of slumber, too happy to fall asleep right now. Max stroked Vadim’s back very lightly, fascinated by the even, relaxed rhythm of his breathing. He couldn’t help the smile dancing on his lips now and then, both wicked and tender. It would be nice to wake up beside Vadim and squeeze his still sore ass, knowing it was his right to do as he pleased—and that Vadim would enjoy it too. Maybe the latter was even more important. Max was looking forward to cruelly unhurried sex in the morning, Vadim groaning under him, pliant and unresisting, and to many other mornings, equally pleasant. It seemed he’d stay in Moscow after all.
The End
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