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Pietr entered the bedroom to find Harper already sitting in his normal spot. He looked relaxed, which was a change from Harper’s usual initial nervousness. Which, Pietr mused, probably meant he was excited. Which was good.
“Did I make you wait, lyubov moy?” He asked, closing the door behind himself.
“A little,” Harper replied. “Are you ready?”
“Give me two minutes.” Pietr held up the fingers. “Then I’m all yours.”
Harper hummed. His eyes followed Pietr as he made his way toward the bathroom. He took the time to clean up and then, on a whim, pulled a comb through his hair and beard before exiting back into the bedroom again. Harper had swung his feet to the floor, continuing to wait. He had pulled off his t-shirt, exposing a black front-fastening binder. The dark basketball shorts he wore didn’t really hide the strap-on worn underneath. Pietr held in a groan, drawing his t-shirt over his head. He’d ditched his jeans on the bathroom floor already, so he was mostly nude as he came to stand in front of Harper.
Harper smiled. “You’re excited.”
“You must be too,” Pietr replied. “I expected you to take a little longer.”
“It’s been a while,” Harper reminded him. “Plus, you did specifically request this.” He stood up, running his palms up Pietr’s chest. “I know this can’t compare to getting the same thing from Isaac. It’s flattering that you still want me to do this for you.”
“Oh, baby,” Pietr’s voice dropped into a growl, “Isaac is a lot of fun yes, but I love seeing this side of you. It’s a huge turn-on.”
“I can tell.” Harper’s hand dropped, squeezing the front of his boxers, making him take in a sharp breath. “Are you ready?”
“Da. How do you want me?”
“I thought I’d try something a little different,” Harper said. He went for the side table, grabbing a bottle of the lubrication from the side table. “Lay on your back, at the edge of the bed. Take your boxers off.”
He did as Harper asked, hooking his thumbs into the waist band tugging them over his hips until his cock bobbed free. They slid the rest of the way to the floor, and he kicked them aside. Pietr took a seat on the edge of the mattress, watching Harper adjust the binder for a second.
“We’re jumping right into it?”
Harper looked up at him. A brief smile crossed his lips and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Pietr’s in a firm, urgent kiss. He leaned in close, nipping at the Russian’s ear. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take my time with you.” He pushed a hand to his chest, sending him backward. “It might feel a little awkward, but legs over my shoulders.”
Harper sank to the carpet. After a few adjustments, Pietr groaned as Harper’s tongue started with his balls, then lapped at his exposed anus. Pietr had always been a fan of rimming; both giving and receiving. There was just something so intimately dirty about it. Harper’s tongue was replaced after a few minutes with fingers, probing inside with first one finger. Then a second. Pietr drew in a long breath and closed his eyes to focus on the feeling. Harper checked in, asking quiet questions about how it felt. Harder or softer. More or less.
“Harper,” he purred, “please fuck me already.” He reached down, stroking his hand across his hardening cock.
Harper sucked in a breath against his teeth. “Bossy.”
“Please,” he repeated.
Harper’s hands pushed Pietr’s thighs back as he stood. “Hold.”
He waited until Pietr had grabbed his thighs, pulling and holding them open; fully exposed. Harper pushed his shorts over his own hips, exposing the purple silicone rod they’d both come to enjoy, attached to a leather harness. Pietr groaned again, watching as Harper slid a condom over the toy, more for sanitation than anything else, and added lube to its length. A moment later, the head was pressing against his opening and Harper pushed slowly but firmly inside.
Buried to the hilt, Harper leaned down over him, kissing him softly.
“Oh,” Pietr grinned, “you can kiss me this way.”
“Yeah. I can also do this better.” Harper’s hand rose, wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke, matching the soft thrusts he was making with his hips.
Pietr sighed. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. His fingers tightened around his thighs, a little overwhelmed with all the sensations. Harper switched things up, not so much stroking his cock, as just touching him. Everywhere. His palms slid up his stomach and chest. Fingers rubbed soft circles into his beard as Harper kissed him again. He couldn’t hold on; he let go of his thighs, drawing his legs instead around Harper and holding him closely.
“Are you close?” Harper asked, hand returning to his cock, stroking with more purpose. “Do you want to cum? Do you need a break?”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” Pietr growled. His hand went to the top of his Harper’s, squeezing. “Feels so good.”
Harper laughed. “But do you want to cum?”
“Do you want me to cum?”
Harper grinned, kissing him again before whispering. “It’s my favorite part.”
“Fuck.” Pietr sighed. He licked his lips, looking up at him. “Where do you want me to finish?”
Harper looked conflicted by the question. Pietr closed his eyes, trying to will the lust to calm so he could think.
“Harper,” he repeated, “where do I get to cum?”
“Can you hold off until you’ve had enough?” Harper asked. “So you can cum in me?”
Pietr swore again. “I don’t know. Maybe?” He reached up, his fingers curling in his hair. “If I can’t, you only need to give me a few minutes. I can do it again. How ever many times it takes you make you happy.”
Harper laughed. “As long as I eventually get to cum too, it’s fine.”
“Baby,” he cooed, “I’ll make sure of it. And if I’m not enough, you have two other men in this apartment who will pick up the slack.”
“You’re always enough,” Harper assured him. He leaned down, palms on the mattress. “Stroke yourself, so I can focus better. Cum when you’re ready. On your chest.”
Pietr grabbed himself in his hand, making short quick strokes as Harper continued to thrust, a little longer and harder into him. It didn’t take long before thick white spurts landed warmly on his chest, making him groan. Harper watched with an amused look, pushing deep inside and holding there. Pietr reached for him, pulling him to meet for another series of kisses. Harper squeaked, the spell breaking as Pietr’s hands found the clips holding the strap in place, loosening it. A moment later, it had freed completely and fallen to the floor. Both a sticky mess, Pietr pulled Harper onto the bed, turning her beneath him.
His hands went immediately to the front of the binder. “Can I take this off?”
Harper nodded. The clasps popped open and his hands squeezed the mounds that had been compressed beneath. Harper bit her lip as he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Tongue, lips, and teeth while his fingers massaged. When he seemed to have had his fill, he found her mouth again and Harper could taste just a little bit of his cum, which had spread between them, drying on their skin now.
“Your turn now,” he hummed against her lips with a last kiss before sinking down to the floor. He pushed her thighs further apart before his fingers V’d, spreading her open before his tongue went directly to her center.
“Oh fuck,” Harper sighed. She reached down, fingers tugging through Pietr’s hair. He was undisturbed by the extra touch, urged on by her soft moan. His tongue lapped at her clit, and he slid two fingers into her warmth. She squeezed around him as he stroked. He quickened his pace and Harper knew exactly what he was trying to achieve.
“Pietr, don’t you dare,” she warned. “We already made a huge mess—”
“I’ll clean it up,” he promised. “Cum for me.” He sucked down hard and pushed more deliberately in just the right spot, stroking firmly. His fingers and beard were coated with Harper’s wetness. She whined, torn between pulling away completely and letting him do just that—making her cum for him. Libido won out in the end, and she pushed back against his touch with a sharp moan. Pietr moaned as he got his reward; awash in clear fluid that tasted strangely sweet.
“Ah, fuck,” Harper swore, after he pulled a hand free to wipe it across his face and tasting his fingers. “That...wasn’t right.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, curious. He moved back up onto the bed beside her, offering her a taste too. She nipped at the tips, before shifting onto her side, against him.
“That usually equals a pretty decent orgasm.”
He raised an eyebrow. “All that noise and nothing?”
“It felt good,” she assured him, “and maybe like a little one? It just didn’t tip the scale.
Pietr leaned in, kissing her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of it. ...But, really?”
Harper shrugged. “Maybe it was the angle? We don’t usually do it at the edge of the bed like this.”
Pietr’s hand slid back down between her thighs, rubbing his thumb over her clit again as his middle two fingers slipped back inside her. “Maybe. It was otherwise okay?”
Harper let out a little laugh. “Yeah. It felt good.” She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Such a mess though.”
“I said I’d clean it up and I will,” he assured her. “It mostly got on me anyway.”
“Yeah. Your beard is soaked.” Harper turned his head, licking a wiry cheek. “We’re going to need a—ahh, fuck,” She squeezed her eyes closed as his fingers thrust a little harder into her. Another second later, she dug her nails into his shoulder, pressing tightly into him with a shudder; squeezing tighter around him yet. The tell-tale whine of pleasure.
Pietr murmured something foreign in her ear, before kissing her cheeks. The action left a dampness to her skin and she wrinkled her nose. He laughed, finally pulling his hand away to draw her closer to him. Mess be-damned, he kissed her and raked his fingers through her hair with a lazy need.
“I told you,” he continued in English, “I’d make sure you finished too. Felt, and sounded, like a good one.”
“Definitely,” she agreed. “But we need a shower now. Wow.”
“Shower can wait,” he purred. “I think I can get out one more before I’d need to refuel.” He brought her hand down to his cock. “What do you think?”
Harper moaned. She still felt a tenseness from the last orgasm but she nodded.
Pietr nuzzled her chin. “It’s okay, baby. Take a break. No rush.” He took a few minutes, savoring the way she felt under his hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist, stroking her back. “After the shower, we can take a breather for cake, da?”
“I forgot all about the cake.” Harper’s eyes widened.
He chuckled. “I figured as much. But you might need the sugar boost after I’m done with you.” He gripped her harder, pulling her over on top of him. “Are you ready now?”
“I think so,” she nodded.
Harper’s hand joined his, angling him to slide inside of her. She let out a soft sigh, sinking down to take him deep.
Pietr didn’t try to dictate or instruct her. He let her find a short grinding pace that drove him a little crazy. He rubbed his thumb in circles across her clit, watching her do most of the work for a second, albeit smaller, orgasm. She panted, leaning down over him.
“You’re not even close, are you?”
He laughed. “Do you want me to be?”
“I’m getting tired.”
He patted her butt, their universal sign to move. She slipped to his side, and he followed, stepping off the bed.
“Wha—oh.” Harper let him swing her back to the edge of the bed, and he pushed back inside her; very similarly to what they had been doing previously. Roles reversed this time. Pietr didn’t waste any more time staving off his own second orgasm. He poured everything he had in himself into her, rewarded for his efforts with not just his own orgasm, but that sweet high-pitched moan he loved so much to hear from her.
He didn’t collapse on top of her when he’d finished. He caught himself on his palms, hovering over her. He pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips. “Now, we shower. Then cake.”