5 Works in Power Bottom Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)
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"Nikolai..." he pauses, letting his voice echo in his ear, like some kind of sweet instrument, hidden in vines.
"Seems like you were lost... for a moment."
Giggling softly and almost restrainedly, Nikolai noticed how he trembled on point, upon the intimate tone of Fyodor's voice; murmuring so softly, reminiscent of a lover. How pleasantly intoxicating it was...that damn, lovely bastard really knew how to work his heart out doesn't he?
"Hah, I swore you could've done the same!" the clown says playfully, in a semi-husky tone.
Fyodor sighs calmly. "You were watching... haven't you?" his eyelids lower once more as the smirk on his mouth curved a millimeter, intending to enhance his allure.
In an easy-going manner, Nikolai scoffed, closing his eyes as if to shield himself from Fyodor's dreamy look.
Nikolai and Fyodor get theirselves wrapped up in each other for an intimate night. However, an allegory of mind games and hesitation is set to prolong beneath them...
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Nikolai slowly turning crazy for his fedya
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Fyodor is a vampire and Nikolai comes to visit him in his fancy house and then they sex and aftercare, I genuinely don’t know how to do summaries, there is no sigma involved unfortunately
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"K-Kolya! Kolya, wait!" Fyodor stuttered and trembled harder as the white haired man kept his legs open wide, forcing them against the mattress.
The only response he got were slurping noises and bright green eyes locked with amethyst ones - and he couldn't bear it, looking away.
Fyodor was fearless, feared, venerated by many. He could influence a crowd in minutes, he had his own followers who saw him as a messiah himself.
And nonetheless, at closed walls with his lover, he was reduced to a moaning whimpering mess. Being manhandled, tossed around like a rag doll. Being eaten like that, shamelessly.
This was, in the end, something only for Nikolai to see.
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“Why are you wearing that?”
Nikolai rested his elbows on the back of Fyodor’s chair and leaned in close to him. Not close enough to kiss, but more than close enough for his breath to fan across Fyodor’s lips. He reached out and gently caught a strand of Fyodor’s hair between his fingers.
“Aren’t you the mastermind here?” Nikolai asked, giggling. “Come on, Fedya. Put that brain of yours to work. Why on earth do you think I’d go buy lingerie to interrupt your boring work?”
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Nikolai buys lingerie for the express purpose of teasing Fyodor, and despite Fyodor being Fyodor, it goes exactly the way he wants it to.