by Talon p. s.
“Sure.”
“I hurt him when he was just here.” He took a deep breath then shoved the band-aid out towards Cliff. “Will you give this to him? Tell him I’m sorry.” He turned and stepped away.
“What happened to your parents?” Cliff quickly asked before Sasha could disappear and he slowly stepped out of the truck, carefully as if any sudden movement might cause Sasha to take off.
Sasha stopped, his head hung low, eyes staring into nothingness on the concrete floor, “March 14 1999 NATO moved in with their air strikes and bombed our country over the next four months. We never heard from our family again.” He glanced over his shoulder at him. “Go on. Go home to Pyotr. I’ll take care of the paper work.” And then he disappeared down the hall.
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Cliff couldn’t get home fast enough, his whole body tingled. If Kimmi were sitting next to him right now she’d say he had ants in his pants. He grinned. The man sitting across from him on the bus shot him a disgruntled look. Maybe he was grinning too much for New York, but he didn’t care. Six more stops and a dash down 79th street and he’d be in Pyotr’s arms. He glanced at his watch. Unbelievable, a fifteen minute drive took an hour on the bus. Maybe it was time to start looking into a car or at least a small motorcycle. Before it never seemed to matter. The ride home was time for him to shift from work to taking care of Kimmi from one ailing injured person to his ailing sister. The long bus ride was the only time he had for himself outside of hanging out at Club Pain.
But now his lover was waiting for him. Lover. His grin deepened further. He’d never had a lover. The occasional short affairs, but any time he met a girl they couldn’t handle not being the center of his world and it never lasted. Pyotr was different. Family was meant to be the central core of a person’s life. Anyone else you added to it, instead of diverting your attention from it. And Pyotr was a man. His smile slowly turning to something of a more saucy note. And he could feel the heat rise in his face.
Yes—Pyotr was a man—all man—tall, stout and very debonair. Cliff felt his breathe deepen and his cocked throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on the man who was waiting for him there.
The bus slowed, breaks hissed with a squawlering screech of worn down mechanical parts until it came to a complete stop. Yes! 79th street.
Cliff jumped from his seat and hopped off the bus and instantly took off in a run, one block and two houses was all he had to get behind him.
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Pyotr was in the kitchen den sitting on the day bed with Kimmi when Cliff came rushing in. They were sipping tea which meant she had just finished eating and he’d prepared the tea to help settle her stomach so she wouldn’t lose her meal. Kimmi wore a delightful smile, she liked Pyotr’s company, anyone who came by and spent time with her was a hero in her eyes. But when Pyotr looked up at him and the warmth that stirred behind that man’s eyes and the way they brightened with the sight of him, Cliff could feel the beaming surge of emotions inside himself. He rushed over dropping to his knees in front of his lover instantly wrapping his arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue licked over the older man’s lips til they parted for him and let him in. Cliff eagerly dove into his lover’s mouth til he found his tongue and moaned at the finding. It wasn’t enough, he pushed on his knees leaning back, pulling Pyotr down from the bed with him. They crashed down on the floor, Pyotr barely catching the weight of his body before crushing the younger man underneath him.
Pyotr broke from their kiss, letting out a slight chuckle. “What is all this draga?”
Cliff only grinned hooking a leg into Pyotr’s. He could hear Kimmi laughing at them and he didn’t mind that at all as he pushed for Pyotr’s lips again. He let out a sigh of relief when his lover gave into his need and took over the kiss, deepening it. Pyotr’s arm wrapping around him, while the other stroked down his side pulling his leg up higher until it wrapped around his hip. He grasped his ass and pulled him into him and ground his cock against him. The hard contact fired off so many sensations Cliff had to break from their kiss just to gasp for breath.
Pyotr growled out a light huff, “Is that what you were seeking Draga?”
“Yessss—Glavar.” Cliff hissed.
Pyotr rolled his groin into his young lover with a deep penetrating contact. Oh he did love it when the young lad called him that. Liked it very much. “How did you learn to say master in my language?”
“I looked it up.” Cliff managed to peek past the broad shoulders that nearly eclipsed him, “How was your day Kimmi?”
Kimmi’s faced offered a melting smile when she caught a glimpse of her brother’s smiling face peering out from under his new lover, “Maybe not as good as your night is expected to be, but I’m not complaining.”
“Good.” He turned his eyes back to the man laying over him, “I might be busy for awhile.” He heard her start giggling again and knew that she was perfectly fine with it. It was one thing to have someone he felt happy with for once in his life and it was something far more stupendous that his little sister approved.
Downstairs in his room Pyotr took over the mood Cliff had started them in, but he paused for a moment and pulled out a yellow slip of paper from his shirt pocket and offered it over to his young lover.
Cliff’s eyes shot up, he didn’t need to ask what it was, he knew.
“I know it is very important you remain disease free. I wanted to offer this to you regardless of whether we decide to go skin to skin.” Pyotr tossed the fold of paper to the head board and came back down over Cliff to resume their kissing.
Cliff soon found himself on his back underneath the fierce hungers of his lover. Pyotr’s hand stroked over his body and forced its way into his uniform pants to wrap around his cock and stroked him near to the edge. Even Pyotr’s kissing seemed stronger, more forceful than ever, he felt devoured by it and tried to find space in his head to wonder where it stemmed from.
“You’re thinking.” Pyotr growled into his lips as he chewed on them.
“It’s different now isn’t it? I mean—” his head fought to form words of his half hazard thoughts even as Pyotr’s attention boggled his mind even further.
Pyotr’s lips paused against his and waited. When he didn’t say anything Pyotr demanded it. “Out with it.”
“I mean this isn’t a scene is it anymore is it? I mean is this more?”
“This is far more, Cliff.” Pyotr leaned in slamming him with a quick kiss, “I warned you in the beginning I had a veracious appetite, but I’ve also waited for you to come out.” Pushing up on his knees, he unzipped Cliff’s pants and yanked them free from his hips, then forced him to roll over and finished freeing the pants from his legs.
Cliff felt Pyotr’s tongue next, trailing up the back of his thigh, nibbling as he moved further up then bit into one side of his ass, causing him to jump in surprise. “Do you wish to retract?” Pyotr paused. Cliff’s stepping out even as small of a step as it was, was also very bold and it had made him feel extraordinary. He’d been waiting for this since they started seeing each other.
“What’s the difference?” Cliff glanced back over his shoulder to the man he’d give anything to stay with. He watched as Pyotr lowered down over him, felt the man’s hands part the cheeks of his ass and suddenly felt the warm wet caress of his tongue lath right over the small puckered entrance.
“No restrictions.” The warm whisper came from behind him then his lover’s tongue again. Cliff slammed his face into the pillow to trap the moan there. Jeez as wicked as it was it felt so damn good. “No more restraints. Except maybe the ones I choose to put you in.” Pyotr’s hand slipped under Cliff’s belly and wrapped around his erection, stroking while he continued to lick over his ass. “I spent most of my life hiding my sexuality. I refuse to do so anymore, to such a point you could say I’m rather perverse in my openness. I refrained from displays of my affection for you for your sake.” Pyotr moved up his back lowering his
weight down on him now taking the time to ground his own fully aroused erection into the crevice of Cliff’s ass, teasing him with long hard strokes, while his hand still worked over Cliff’s cock. “I won’t anymore.”
Cliff pressed back against him lifting his ass in invitation. Pyotr usually worked him over into a frenzy with foreplay, but not this time. It seemed his older lover was prepared to pound him right away. Cliff wasn’t complaining at all over the new advancements, foreplay or not he was burning to have him inside him. He was so close already he was likely to come the second he slid inside him.
Pyotr chewed on Cliff’s shoulder then pushed up onto his knees and lifted Cliff to do the same. His broad hands sliding down Cliff’s arms taking his hands and led them to hold onto the head board. Pyotr crawled up against him his cock throbbing against Cliff’s ass. Pyotr leaned forward against him and their bodies seemed to melt into each other, making Cliff dizzy. Pyotr hands stroked over his chest and sides, growing more ravenous. He growled in Cliff’s ear, “Grab a condom from behind the panel. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.” Pyotr’s hot breath instructed him.
Cliff pushed back keeping their embrace seamless. He dropped his head back and twisted just enough to offer up his mouth to be kissed knowing Pyotr would grant it to him, “Nothing between us anymore.”
“You’re certain?” Pyotr stilled around him.
Cliff knew he was certain, because he knew he didn’t have to ask if it was just them. Pyotr had made that commitment from the start. “Yes.”
Cliff offered up the oil and nothing else. His lover pushed him to lean forward poured some of the oil to dribble down his crack and used the blunt tip of his shaft to smear it around. Pyotr leaned back holding his weight propped up on one arm while the other hand guided his cock inside the tight sheath that was purely his to enjoy.
His hips rocked, soft pushes against the tight ring of muscle; his hand shifted to Cliff’s lower back and stayed, steadying him to keep still as he watched the red gland slipping in and out.
That was Pyotr; he loved watching absorbing every detail of their pleasure. Some tantric energy he got from it, but Cliff’s body was burning for more and he pushed down pushing the length of Pyotr’s erection to slide all the way in. Cliff’s head kicked back with an escaped gasp and Pyotr was quickly pumping into him with long strokes to nurture those gasps along further.
Cliff’s entire body tingled with waves of warm euphoria and he rocked back countering into each of Pyotr’s until finally he felt every mind shattering inch of his lover’s shaft filling him to the deepest of regions.
Cliff’s fingers curled into the head board, hanging on because everything else made him feel like his body was being pitched over a cliff, floating and falling all at once. Every moment he spent with Pyotr was like a new experience. A new shiver or a new warmth that spread across his body and his heart. There was no more falling for the man. He had hit rock bottom and fired off all his canons to be completely his. He’d never known such bliss and not just when they were in bed but everywhere else. Pyotr was always attentive and when Kimmi was with him his attention and respect was divvied out evenly. But the best part was still during moments like now when Pyotr made love to him. Finding every electrifying nerve ending that needed to be touched, and touched often til Cliff couldn’t stand it any longer.
Pyotr folded over him his arms encasing Cliff’s chest, holding and caressing as his groin rolled up into him. His steady, pulsing movements over Cliff’s body took on an almost hypnotic motion, sweeping them both into its sensual rhythm. Their bodies sheened with sweat only added to the seamless connection between them. Pyotr’s breath was deep and ragged, the very sound Cliff loved to hear. There wasn’t anything sexier then that sound. Paired with micro kisses and licking at the back of his neck and over his shoulders, as hard flesh stroked against hyper sensitive interior walls, Cliff was on a steady incline to euphoria and he hoped to never return.
Pyotr caught Cliff’s chin and pulled him around, his lips crushed against Cliff’s, their kiss one of rapture and hunger, of longing and deep commitment. Pyotr sucked in a lung full of air and let out a deep throated growl as he pushed deeper, and Cliff pressed back, returning the rolling pleasure his lover offered him. He matched the slow, steady rhythm Pyotr had begun; pushing out from the head board, relishing the sensation of being completely filled each time Pyotr drove his thick rod into him. Pyotr pressed him forward with a firm hand on his back shifting the angle of entry and instantly Cliff felt the rip of Pyotr’s engorge gland stroke against his prostate. Jolts of energy broadcasted out like some cosmic explosion rippling throughout his body. And he let out several moans.
Pyotr reached around him wrapping his fingers around the base of Cliff’s cock and pinched the underside flowing tube closed as he continued to ride inside him. “I want to feel you come around me, draga.” The wishful command was hot and breathy. Cliff could already feel the release coming. His cock aching to be stroked just once and he’d be there but Pyotr did no such thing. Instead kept him clamped off, while he continued to pass over his prostate. Cliff’s shaft throbbed in Pyotr’s hand pulsing out a mayday signal to have its release, while his throat clamped shut around the moans that struggled to be expressed. Cliff could hardly catch his breath. His knuckles went white against the head board, his throat and lungs burned for oxygen as he gasped and moaned even more.
“Oh God.” He squeezed his eyes shut and he felt himself tumbling. Only the warmth of Pyotr’s arms existed and the penetration that filled his rear nethers. It sank in with a singular thrust then rocked in deeper sending him pitching over the edge into oblivion. A shower of sparks burst behind his closed eyelids. And like a supernova it ripped through his body. His balls pull up tight, and he cried out as he came. Pyotr’s hand held tight squeezing him off, sending his orgasm into double load. His entire body shuttering violently and he cried out. Pyotr began thrusting into him. Deep, hard penetrating strokes that slammed to his very depth.
Cliff could hear Pyotr’s own heavy breathing, growling out with each thrust. “That’s it draga, cry for me. Let me hear you moan for my cock.” His growling became rough sawing grunts. Then he felt the pulsing sensation in his ass, felt it past his own release still fighting to break past the hand that kept it under its control. Then he felt the warm fluid fill his back walls. A keen sensation he couldn’t begin to describe if his life depended on it, but it was incredible. Soaking and saturating his body in his lover’s seed. And just then Pyotr’s hand let go. Instantly white cords of semen shot from Cliff’s own cock, spilling across his pillow and against the head board. Both men let out rasping expressions of exquisite rapture. Cliff tightened his anal muscles around the pulsing shaft and Pyotr let out a heavy groan and bent in to lavish a long hungry lick across his back. He drew him around for another deep savage kiss as they rode out the last shutters of the release.
Pyotr’s mouth ravaged over Cliff’s as if he hadn’t begun to be sated yet, but Cliff could hear it on his lover’s breath, Pyotr was pleased. The kiss was the last hungry morsel, that was followed with small nibbles on his bottom lip. Nuzzling against his jaw and across his neck and shoulders. Like some wild animal marking him with his sweat and masculine scent by rubbing against him. Postplay. It was as equally erotic as foreplay with this man. Pyotr kept wrapped around him for a long still moment while they both caught their breath then he slowly eased out and pulled Cliff down to the bed on his back, then lowered over him to lick over his softened cock.
Cliff jackknifed instantly unable to remain still with Pyotr’s wicked tongue bathing his sensitized flesh. But Pyotr's hand caught him flat across the chest pressing him back down and ate him despite his moving about, then made a trail of kisses up his abdomen and chest til he slowed over him. Deep blue eyes like the evening sky stared down at him electrified with a look of pure satisfied bliss.
“Tell me you love me.” Pyotr nudged Cliff’s chin, then licked at it teasingly.
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nbsp; Cliff stilled, but his arms went up wrapping around Pyotr’s neck. He did love him, but had been fearful to tell him. Because doing so might send him away. “Why?”
“Because I have something to ask of you, but I need to hear what I know you feel, before I do. One must come after the other.”
“You won’t leave me will you?” Cliff was suddenly worried over what sort of response his answer was going to get, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie about it.
Pyotr caught Cliff’s jaw holding him firmly in a locked stare, “You would have a hard time convincing me to let go.”
“I don’t want you to let go.” Cliff‘s arms tightened and he lifted up to kiss him.
Pyotr kept the kiss short then lifted away, “Then tell me.”
“I love you. I have for some time.” He said it softly, because that part of him was so vulnerable to injury and he’d just exposed it.
Pyotr dropped over to his back pulling Cliff with him and letting his young lover’s head rest over his chest, waiting for what was about to be asked.
“I want you to move in with me.” Pyotr bent in to kiss the top of his head but it was instantly coming back up.
“What?” Cliff’s head popped up wide eyes and opened mouth like a carp and Pyotr couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He ran his fingers through his tussled hair, but Cliff took them and brushed them away. “Stop. What did you just say?”
Pyotr just grinned, “I want you to move in with me.”
Cliff’s mouth shut, looking at him—face blank and Pyotr waited for the gears to start turning again. Amused by the minor hiccup in his lover’s head. “But what about Kimmi. I’m not leaving her here alone.”