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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    Nikolai was drifting off for the nth time in mere couple minutes. “Nikolai”, Fyodor sighed. Inquiring drone, borderline huff, but no concrete response. “If you want to sleep we should go to bed”, he reasoned sterner. “You’ll drown here”

    Shifting, even if minimal, brought undesired effects. Fyodor pressed thighs together in hope of alleviating pressure, but only made it worse; leastwise managed to suppress gasps on time. “I know”, Nikolai curled arms around his waist and snuggled, seemingly oblivious to why he’s so jittery. “Just five minutes more”, he pouted like a child.

    Lips quivered, threatened to curl into a diverted smile. Fyodor tangled fingers through Nikolai’s hair and held him down to ensure he doesn’t see; also bent knees to prevent Nikolai from accidentally brushing against groin and puzzling huffiness out. “Actually, I might as well drown you myself if you don’t move” and do what you’re supposed to do, you damn clown.


    Fyolai bathtub cuddles with sleepy Nikolai and pent-up Fyodor.

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    28 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    Nikolai woke up to the sound of screaming. He was the one screaming. But he could not escape.

    Then a light came on.

    - Kolya?

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    or, Nikolai has nightmares and Fyodor comforts him in his own way, that's it

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    28 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 60

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    Bondage, overstimulation, edging, torturing and choking, crying, begging, whining and moaning, whimpering and groaning… Comfort, love, kisses and 'I love you's... It all can be found in the game nights that the three members of The Decay of angels hold once a week.

    The host is the one who decides what game they will play, and what kinky thing they will do during or after that same game. The rules are changing each time, and the theme is different every game night.

    Through this fic, you will meet them as the trio who lusts over each other and makes each other come undone. Some of the nights might even be an exception; there might be guests. And on the others, when someone couldn't come, they play one on one.

     

     

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  4. Public Bookmark 28

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    The jester with a silver tongue, reduced to this.

    By Fyodor – for Fyodor.

    Only for him to see, for him to touch, for him to make love to until they couldn’t remember their own names.

    Until Nikolai gave in and admitted he was his – just like he’d had to admit that Nikolai had already taken him for himself long ago.

    Nikolai had already ruined him.

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  5. Public Bookmark 38

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    Nikolai's beloved Fyodor's image; it torments. It tortures him every night in the sweet history of dreams and dolours. The salacious delusions, the erotic fantasies as a form of inner manifestations of an insane author's prismatic mind. The vista of obscene dreams of erotic spectral colours in his pollutive, and lewd dreams.

    His soft warm lips with curved mauve skin, parted to kiss. Where Fyodor calls his name⸺ in the softest intimate and lew whisper while lingering his head in languorous movements; red and nude. Touches and tortures him with the warmest incarnadine kisses. Moans his name with the strongest obscenities. Naked and caressed, all over him; like an obedient sweet lover; making a sinful wet mess on their sheets while kissing. Those apple sweet parted lips, kissed and wet lips.

    The dreams are like pristine papers of an old carnal fable being advocated by biblical nymphets of cupid with soft ringlets, blue orbs and baby faces in the crystal fascinating screen of an insane madman.

    What proceeds when erotic desires and infatuation consolidates into a forlorn romance.

    AU where the teenhood sweethearts reunion. And the night embroiders obscenities.

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