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Sergei is a very attentive partner and even more attentive of a lover. He is the type to kiss everywhere.
Rei is sure that Sergei has lain kisses down every inch and to every crevice of his body. From the tips of his finger, his lips ghost over Rei’s knuckles, soft like the fluttering of butterfly wings.
Continuing to trail up to his wrists. He kisses with more pressure directly at the joint where his wrist and hand meet. Rei can’t help but let out a giggle as the kisses climb higher and his nose tickles the inside of his elbow. And when he does finally kiss his inner elbow, Rei wiggles around from the sensation, but Sergei has his hand firmly wrapped around Rei’s arm, with no intention of letting go or stopping, until Rei has been thoroughly kissed all over.
Knuckle kisses. Palm kisses. Wrist. Thigh. Nose. Forehead. Hair. Corner of the Mouth. Up and down Rei’s neck. Just for fun, Sergei surprises Rei as he goes down to kiss his neck. Gently he presses his lips to tanned skin, but at the last second he sucks down on the skin.
Rei jumps with a jolt, and he takes a deep breath, but Sergei continues, sucking his way right over on top of his jugular. He hisses “S-sergei,” but once he hits the jugular, Rei can’t stop a moan emerging from deep within.
Rei can feel Sergei’s lips curl upwards into a smirk at his irrepressible noise.
It doesn’t happen often anymore, but Rei feels his face burning a pretty pink blush. And Sergei takes that as his queue to continue his journey up Rei’s neck, to his jaw, the corner of his mouth before he captures his lips. They move slowly. Sensually over each other. Sergei’s lips softly glides over Rei’s lips before they part for him.
One arm finds its way around Rei’s waist and the other attempts to climb its way up inside of his tunic, before the sash foils that plan. Now that same arm tugs at the sash prising it open. The red sash falls to Rei’s side and that arm tries again to find its way under the tunic. Sergei’s fingers are hot on Rei’s toned chest.
Sergei’s finger strum against the defined edges of muscles like he’s playing a guitar. Rei feels like he’s on fire with the way Sergei is touching him. He pulls at the other’s shirt bringing him even closer. Then his hands slide up to Sergei’s hair, removing that damn hat and running his fingers through blonde hair.
Sergei sucks on Rei’s lower lip, and Rei knows they must look so pretty and red from all of Sergei’s work. Rei tries to take over the kiss, deepening it on his end. His fangs nip at Sergei’s lips
Sergei let’s out a grunt against Rei’s lips. His hands moving up Rei’s torso until, one, just one hand, ghosts over a sensitive nipple. That light touch alone, sends a jolt of electricity through Rei, and he can’t help but let out a deep moan.
Sergei’s eyes darken, and in a flash he pulls Rei right over onto his lap. He lets out a surprise yelp at the sudden movement and Sergei pushes his tongue down Rei’s throat.
He lets out another moan, it’s quieter and a little pitiful, desperate. Sergei’s hands are placed firmly on Rei’s hips rocking Rei into him.
Rei breaks the kiss, panting. He rests his head against Sergei’s and backs away when Sergei tries to initiate another kiss. He presses his hands against Sergei’s pecs so there’s a distance.
His face is flushed bright red, and Sergei is still rocking him on his lap, so he takes one hand off Sergei’s pecs and places it on one of Sergei’s. An unspoken stop.
Sergei raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. His hair is a mess, his lips swollen and his shirt could be straightened out.
Sergei’s eyes look over his partner who looks rightfully debauched. Stray strands of hair are sticking out everywhere from his braid. Half his tunic is undone and hiked up his chest. There’s a beautiful, vibrant spot on his neck, and a bright red coloring to his tanned cheeks. He’s trying so desperately to even out his breathing, that Sergei wants to keep it that way.
“We’re supposed to be getting ready.” Rei says in between breaths.
Sergei pouts at him, but doesn’t say anything.
“We’re meeting your friends.” Rei says pointedly.
Sergei smirks, “ my friends.”
An unspoken, so you don’t know Takao and Kai? You’re not friends with Takao and Kai?
“Yes. Your friends. We can’t be late.” Oh no , he thinks, he’s going to lose this battle. Don’t look at him. Get off. Get up.
Sergei wraps his arms around Rei’s neck, trapping him on his lap, as if he could read his mind. “Hmm, I think my friends wouldn't be mad if we were late due to… activities.” He means Boris and Yuriy won’t mind, and they probably wouldn’t. They’d probably earn a wolf whistle from Boris when they’d eventually show up.
The arm around Rei’s neck skims over the hickey, and he jumps at the touch. His eyes slam shut and he fights back another moan.
“Seryozha,” Rei hisses, through closed eyes, “Let’s get ready. We can continue when we get back... And when I open my eyes, you better not be pouting at me.”
(He is.)