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Not even in his wildest dreams Nikolai expected day when he catches Fyodor off guard would arrive. Sure, fantasized about it quite often, too often to possibly bode for anything sane, but au fond knew those are all pipe dreams. Yet here he was, mere meters away from ostensibly sound asleep Fyodor. For a second Nikolai had to seriously wonder if he’s dreaming, caught up in one of those sweet fever dreams that’d melt into thin air the very second he’d open eyes and realize no one’s warming his bed.
No weaseling, Fyodor would rather drop dead than show ounce of vulnerability – let alone in front of him. But eyes do not deceive, touch even less; pity he could rely only on former at the moment, withal Nikolai was keen on crossing the distance and taking in the mind-boggling scene under own fingertips; only that way he’s know for certain. Either way there was no negating bump in quilt resembled human shape, mop of dark hair solidified the only reasonable hypothesis – it had to be Fyodor.
Realization left him breathless; jolt of electricity flashed through entire body, rejuvenated and centered typical airy ruminations into the very tactile presence. If they were anywhere else Nikolai would have qualms about whole ordeal: surely Fyodor must be pulling his leg, tried to feed trickster taste of own medicine. No other, he had to go for most logical explanation, because with each passing second of suspense heart latched more and more onto speculations that’d lead towards open cage – he had to break free, not necessarily of Fyodor but vines his presence caused to curl around his already besotted heart.
Bit absurd sure, but Fyodor falling asleep in own lair won't be so preposterous. Notorious crafty demon he may be but even he needed sleep. So no, Fyodor having basic human needs wasn’t a surprise, just an axiom. What did sweep rug under Nikolai's feet that there could ever be a day he catches Fyodor showing those needs. On cognitive level he knew there might be moments where Fyodor is vulnerable, however taking those in with very own two eyes was quite the different ordeal.
Single glimpse already left Nikolai greedy for way more. Like a ravenous animal he itched to crawl closer, have a taste and shatter the disdainfully appetizing illusion. For the longest time two contradictory desires clashed within, yet now molded into one single craving to lay hands on sacred he’s advised not to and defile for all God lead him beneath this double edged sword where nothing but anguish was promised.
Nikolai paused; took in a deep breath, merely to remind himself how to. Chest squeezed, heart bumping within ribcage reminded in essence he’s still trapped. No, focus; he had to focus on what’s real and plausible, not what his stricken heart wanted. There was no other, he didn’t dare hope there’s other – this fever dream had to be a bait, alternative was too dangerous to entertain for even a split second.
Therefore Nikolai replaced confused frown with habitual hazy smirk and paced closer; cautiously measured every step, not in attempt to not startle Fyodor for he surely must be conscious, but to keep the charade; matter of principles, versatile performer had to quickly adjust to other's plays as well. He circled around worn-out couch, eyes glued to allegedly sleeping form curled on it. Chest steadily oscillated, lips curved into neither a smirk nor a frown, eyes firmly closed yet with not enough force to come off as staged. No traces of lingering danger, however Nikolai knew better than to write Fyodor off as harmless, not even when asleep – especially when asleep, intentionally defenseless for it must be deception.
Enigma indeed, only thing crystal clear off the bat was that everything was odd. Strange, he expected Fyodor to maintain reserved stoic aura even when asleep but that wasn’t the case – labeling him as tame or endearing would be a stretch. Challenging to put finger on it, all Nikolai could tell is that he simply looked… normal.
So normal it was eerie.
To someone else perchance, to Nikolai sight was riveting. Fascinating how something so trivial could fascinate him this much. "You’re teasing me too much Dos-kun", Nikolai whispered as he leaned over couch and skimmed finger over quilt, approximately from Fyodor's hip to chest. Insubstantial touch elicited shivers in only one of them; nothing to lose sleep over, by now Nikolai had to make peace with affect this person had on him, even without doing a thing - merely to remain himself.
Many would be queasy about prospect of touching Fyodor under any circumstances, let alone when he's ostensibly asleep and can act out in spur of a moment if indeed caught off guard - not him however, there is a reason why he’s allowed in lion’s den in the first place. Sure, there were thousands and thousands grounds for more than little warranted alarm, to keep healthy distance from this living and breathing conundrum - not solely physical, oh far from that. But Nikolai purposely went against instinct screeching he's to stay away, yet planned on yielding neither to pressing urge to nuzzle closer nor to sink teeth into Fyodor's neck.
Instead Nikolai compromised between two cravings by caving in to neither. He took eye patch off an observed once of a lifetime scene in way it's supposed to be: fully in the moment, not trapped within turmoil of his whimsical mind. Nonetheless desire to touch and sully the perfection and to preserve it by keeping distance clashed – everything could be resisted except temptation void of guarantee there ever will be another chance.
"But I'm offended you think I'd possibly fall for pretense this cliché", chirped Nikolai tad bit louder this time; no point in keeping quiet, he concluded it’s for the best Fyodor gets woken up. The longer he remains asleep and subsequently vulnerable the longer will inner conflict between fuzziness he's not to feel and clenching in chest last. This way stolen moment would reach epilogue and Nikolai could comfort himself with sorry excuses opportunity was stolen from his hand – nothing but self-deception he’d have no option but to turn blind eye to.
"After all, tricking a trickster ain't easy feat~", feral grin threatened to break out, Nikolai kept it in cheek more for sake of self-restrain than to fool Fyodor – his eyes did remain closed, but Nikolai couldn’t turn his own away from shivers tracing up arms and what that implied.
"And lemme tell you", he razzed and glided knuckles over Fyodor's cheek – skin was surprisingly warm and soft, allured in ways Nikolai had close to no defenses against. All of this… it was way more than he bargained for, way too tantalizing to possibly let opportunity pass when there’s no promise of repeat.
Before he knew it he was marginally leaning in. Braid slipped from shoulder, brushed over Fyodor’s shoulder. At least a squirm or a grunt, any tantalizing response would have doused his hope; lack of same added fuel to those fires. There was nothing – nothing but his led on hope and traitorous warmth in chest. So it was no wonder touch trailed from cheek over jaw and inevitably found its way to lips. Pure physicality of it made Nikolai hold his breath; not out of fright, or mayhap yes. Fear sourced from what this person enkindled within him – fear was that bars of cage within himself would narrow even more if he’s to yield into the temptation.
Fyodor’s lips weren’t soft, chapped as Nikolai envisioned. However were surprisingly warm; alluringly warm. Oh gosh. Nikolai had to pause and gulp; tried to ground racing thoughts but in vain. His only regret was that he didn’t take gloves off beforehand, now it was too late – if he pulls away now this sweet stolen moment would shatter forever. Perfection isn’t to be tainted, however temerity in him demanded he acts; after all, when has he been anything but capricious? When will he next seize opportunity this golden? In that moment it ceased to matter whether he was set-up or miracles indeed do happen – all Nikolai could focus on is how beguilingly vulnerable Fyodor was.
"Stretching the gag out after it's exposed it's quite tasteless", murmured Nikolai inattentively, eyes locked onto those thin pallid yet oh so enticing lips.
He could kiss him… and Fyodor would never know.
No dispute, he really could do it. Really really wanted to do it – so much it petrified.
Perhaps that’s sole reason why his lips aren’t sealed over Fyodor’s yet. Mere intensity of yearning got him rooted in spot. Trivial peck, nothing life-changing, except his heart was pounding that much he’d think he’s on a tightrope - and even there palms didn’t sweat nearly as much. Yes, it’d be nothing but trivial contact, except it’d change everything. Just like the very day he met Fyodor life would divide in before and after having a taste of sweetness he’s not to know – stolen moment that’d plague and plague until he comes crawling on his knees for more. No way single kiss would be anywhere near enough to quench months worth of thirst, only when he comes to know what he’s been missing he’d come to know true prison – only within those narrow bars would he lose himself completely.
Therefore it’s in his best interest to keep distance – Nikolai assiduously reminded himself of that yet with each passing second air in room thickened; unbeknownst to even himself he was more and more leaning in, closer and closer to sealing own fate. Between two evils he’s always to leap towards one he’s never savored before – perhaps that’s why temptation grew to be this overwhelming. In that moment only thing Nikolai could see were those lips; gotta make hay while sun shines. Everything else ceased to matter, desire overpowered. Utterly enthralled by Fyodor’s human side he dreamed about drinking last bit of surprising innocence of those lips and just -
Fyodor squirmed just enough to betray himself. Eyelashes fluttered, lips quivered just enough to spell out consciousness. Despite himself Nikolai frowned; his stomach dropped, disappointment gained tangible form. Ah, there goes his chance. Fyodor really couldn't have waited half a minute longer to come to it? Although Nikolai had to be candid with himself and admit this was for the best. Not only did he not cave in to temptation but all deliberation was cut short. Withal part of himself still felt dejected; daredevil in him demanded he acted, reprimanded that he wasted once of a lifetime opportunity.
Grin spreed over face, as a mask; no use in crying over split milk, he’s better off focusing on present. Initially Nikolai was about to revel how he managed to see through Fyodor's for once imperfect facade, but he had to admit Fyodor's drowsiness did strike as genuine. No matter which way Nikolai looked at it he did look like he's just woken up - really woken up.
Withal, if that's true then Fyodor was really defenseless moments ago, something Nikolai still had issues grasping. So no, no way - it had to have been an act, speculating otherwise would open can of worms better off untouched for he'd never break free of endless spiral of what-if’s. Ah Fedya, you really have no clue what you’re doing to me, do you?No, you actually do very well, that’s the problem.
Still, convincing himself it was all false front was no child’s play when Fyodor’s acting skills could easily parallel his own. Eyes could fool especially when one’s subjected to their greatest wishes becoming reality and Fyodor regularly profited on that human fallacy, it’d do him no good to ever let that slip mind. Thus for once Nikolai kept hands to himself and let scene unfold.
Fyodor didn’t seem to mind his presence, barely registered him; wet behind the ears he was not, Nikolai had no doubts his presence was taken in and fully processed before Fyodor even opened eyes. He gradually lounged on elbows and groggily scanned the surroundings. Nikolai expected full alertness in a blink of an eye but that didn’t happen. Instead Fyodor rubbed eyes and fretted something incoherent under breath; cute. Yawn took Nikolai off guard; nothing strange, it’s just a yawn, nothing he hasn’t seen or done thousand times before. Yet it was most endearing thing he’s ever seen. Add slightly flushed cheeks and glassiness in eyes that only know iciness into account and Nikolai really came to regret not going with the flow and kissing him – even at expense of Fyodor catching him in act.
Damn, he really wanted it too much – so much he didn’t know what to do with himself. But it was too late to act now, thence Nikolai kept himself in rein; clenched fists, grinned and adamantly reminded himself to breathe properly. In that moment he felt like a immature teenager once again, blushing and stuttering like before the very first kiss. Similarities were uncanny, boded for nothing well, but that’s water under the bridge now – he’s too many steps down the unbeaten path to possibly head back.
Just as Nikolai managed to calm down violent bumping of caged heart and lower exceptions Fyodor finally looked at him and murmured faintly - "It's just you"
Despite himself Nikolai's heart skipped a beat. Just him? The hell that’s supposed to mean? Well, it was no rocket science, however Nikolai desperately needed there to be at least dozen concealed messages that flew over his head because alternative was just… he couldn't allow himself to consider something that blissful. Familiarity Fyodor implied would be dream too good to possibly be true. He wasn’t that green to hold his breath – didn’t dare hope Fyodor really saw no issues in lowering guard around him. As exhilarative as that’d be it’d defy very axiom of Fyodor’s being, hence couldn't be anything but honeyed lie – it’s only lies that are that saccharine after all, truth always bitter.
Even so fuzziness shoved hollowness away from chest; once more he felt as if on cloud nine. Nikolai could just stand there, utterly dazed. "What's... going on?", he cagily uttered each word, couldn't believe what he’s witnessing. It must be another trick, one he’s yet to grasp beginning thread of.
"Nothing serious”, Fyodor grumbled bit hoarsely, seemingly unfazed by his stupefaction; how atypical. Hint of vexation was there but Nikolai didn’t get impression it was aimed at him; more regular morning crotchetiness. How cute to see Fyodor isn’t above acting this, dare he says, human.
Sniff, then a snivel. Fyodor dragged palms over face. “I just caught that human nuisance called illness", he fussed, swayed a bit and shed light onto almost everything; in blink of an eye just as many questions were raised as enigmas clarified.
What an odd way to put it. Least of Nikolai's concerns at the current, he was too busy wondering if there’s iota truth to those honeyed words. Although Nikolai had to admit Fyodor did look bit under the weather. From huffiness to half-lidded eyes, pinkish hue on cheeks and chapped yet luscious lips to generally disheveled appearance – nothing indicated deception, just genuine malady; nothing grave, likely just typical flu.
What an electrifying realization. Nothing groundbreaking, in the essence Fyodor is human as well, thence not spared from physical sickness; nonetheless comprehension of bare facts was one thing, actually seeing Fyodor’s more humane side quite another. Understatement rug was swept beneath his feet – not merely from Fyodor’s atypical vulnerability and odd cuteness but how badly he himself ended up spellbound by something so lilliputian. Nikolai realized he’s to tease, not because he wants to but because it’s his second nature – but he simply couldn't bring himself to. Remotely he fathomed he’d be betraying conflict from within by acting uncharacteristic but couldn't help it – he simply felt too giddily to pull a false front.
"You? Out of all people?", he wished to chaff but instead came off more as quizzical; more than little intrigued by prospect of Fyodor being anything less than definition of grace and invulnerability. “I’d have easier time believing you’re mending your ways than getting sick, try better next time Dos-kun”, he ended up teasing a bit nonetheless, just to get rise out of Fyodor. More, he needed more of this intoxicating rawness.
Introspection could wait, now he desperately needed to drink in this heady sight - to touch and see for himself. Without any deliberation Nikolai lifted back of palm to Fyodor's forehead, merely to assess if he's playing another trick or really feverish - to gain something tactile, give speculations and aura of mystery Fyodor weaved an anchor. At heart Nikolai was aware further assessment was unneeded as nothing indicated Fyodor was lying, this was nothing short of excuse to touch.
Much to his surprise Fyodor's skin was indeed warm; not believing own hands Nikolai took gloves off and repositioned them on Fyodor's cheeks instead; skin a bit sweaty and warm, zero doubt feverish. Not even a flinch, not a single glare, just that fervid stare that did things to him. For some reason Fyodor allowed to be touched to this surely intimate degree - acted neither delighted nor irked but silence spoke all his words failed to. After all, this was Fyodor, sick and out of shape to the boot - yet allowed to be caressed by same hands he knows firsthand are capable of bloodshed.
Realization got Nikolai dizzy. Breath fell short, sweat rushed down his own temple. Unlabeled urge swept over him - so overpowering he forgot how to breathe for a heartbeat. Gosh, this was all way too much, in same breath nowhere near enough. More. This was so good, too good to possibly be true. More. He needed moremoremo-
No, it was unacceptable to led by any outside volition, hence he tied his best to ignore electricity tracing over skin and warmth coiling in chest. Yet still couldn't tear eyes from breathtaking picture Fyodor painted disheveled like this. Unfocused half-lidded eyes, slightly parted lips, rosy cheeks, sweaty warm skin - everything pointed in single direction. Nikolai was reluctant to believe what he's seeing but words deceive, body does not. Miracles apparently do happen, even God's servants are humans deep down. Just Nikolai knew falling for endearing sight, even if not iota staged, would mark beginning of an end. Some forbidden fruits are taboo for a reason, yet he still couldn't help itching to bent down and sink teeth into those poisonous luscious lips just once, even if they’re the very last thing he ever tastes.
"Cut it Nikolai", Fyodor huffed and finally swatted his hands away; grounded Nikolai back from Eden onto equally sinful human earth. That was closest to truly miffed Nikolai ever seen him; closest to something raw, in spite of being physically defenseless moments ago before Nikolai woke him up – because now he had no qualms that’s exactly what unfolded moments ago.
Another revelation that would have gotten Nikolai tipsy if it weren’t for murmur of his name. Another of trifles in the row, yet also of first times. No wonder his breath hitched in throat for a moment, no wonder electricity jolted through nerves. No way you’re not doing this on purpose. Yet nothing pointed in that direction, for once Fyodor truly seemed defenseless; so out of sorts Nikolai had issues grasping what’s real and what falsity. Not that he complained, had a knack for crafting smoke and mirrors himself – quite the contrary, this conundrum and challenge are precisely what kept him hooked.
Groggy yet lucid stare - those violent eyes froze him in spot way too often than Nikolai is comfortable admitting, this time around he was enamored in entirely different manner. Fascination always carried amorous note but this time affections prevailed to point it was terrifying how much he yearned for this – what precisely, not even Nikolai could put into words, just knew that he simply wanted Fyodor so vehemently everything else paled into the oblivion. Yielding to such overwhelming instinct was out of question yet it was too strong to be denied, so Nikolai went against very axiom of being and did something unlike himself: nothing.
Uncharacteristic quietness got Fyodor tipping head and glancing at him with equal amount of annoyance and confusion, Nikolai liked to think it was genuine. "Did you come here for a specific reason?"
Yes, to see you. "No, not really", Nikolai murmured instead. Some admissions are better of unspoken, especially ones that’d dig his own grave. Just because Fyodor wasn't currently in the shape to utilize them that didn't mean he wouldn't craft a perfectly measured cage later on – nothing short of torment was promised in those shackles, least Nikolai could do is evade them for as long as it’s in his power. Judging by how rapid descend into this foolhardy addiction is not for too long.
Absentminded hum, slight nod; if Nikolai didn’t know better he would have assumed Fyodor is brushing him off as small fry. It’d be beyond insulting, provoking even, withal Nikolai was aware Fyodor must be putting tremendous effort just in composed facade. All he doubtlessly itched for at the moment is to rest; drowsiness was so palpable, crystal clear Fyodor barely kept eyes open; so adorable, Nikolai was torn between desire to cuddle him and relieve his pain and just as pressing urge to squeeze neck just to get Fyodor’s full attention and milk more genuine reaction out of him.
Mayhap blood lust surfaced on features, Fyodor failed to comment on it; either failed to notice or let is slip, distinction no longer mattered. Another endearing yawn, this time he got pleasure of spying Fyodor’s tongue; flame burned lower, if Nikolai were any closer he was positive impulse would have gotten the best of him. Fyodor shoved sweaty bangs from face, kneaded forehead and huffed before grumbling once more - “To kill time I’m assuming then?”
I wouldn't call time spent with you wasted. “Let’s put it that way”, confirmed Nikolai in same breath; plastic grin adorned lips, more to pull wool over own eyes than Fyodor’s strangely groggy ones; whether any discernment dwelt behind seemingly misty stare remained unknown, although Nikolai played on safe side and assumed Fyodor was once more leading him down the garden path.
For a bit Fyodor looked at him with eyes he’s never seen before – unguarded yet unrevealing, foggy yet pellucid. Heart skipped a beat again, the missed a couple; simultaneously he felt cold and as if on fire. Suspense got Nikolai at the edge of his seat. Was he seen through? Or this is Fyodor’s natural suspicion? Hard to tell, if not simply unworkable. Still, one of things that got to him the most was that Fyodor didn’t bother concealing just how off-color he is. Maybe it’s because he’s so unwell he realized ahead it’d be a losing game to even try; maybe it was a test, maybe under the wire Fyodor, for once, had no other option at hand. Possibility of Fyodor genuinely not minding being this defenseless around anyone, let alone someone dangerous and unpredictable like him… as intoxicating as it is did nothing but feed the false hope.
“Good, then all of this can wait”, puffed Fyodor after shorter pause; instead of paying attention to what he was saying Nikolai was fixated on movement of his lips. They were alluringly warm beneath fingers, he didn’t dare imagine how amazing those lips would feel against his. Gosh, just a single second would be enough to… just who is he kidding? Not all time of this universe would be enough to satiate his appetite, that’s how rapacious it became when let off leash.
Thankfully Fyodor was no mind reader so he remained oblivious to his shameless thirsting, or so Nikolai hoped. "Let me get some rest" – barely audible murmur, hued in enfeeblement. And with that Fyodor dragged quilt over frame, without sparing him a single glance laid back down on couch and went back to sleep.
It was Nikolai's turn to rub eyes for they surely must have failed him. Because no way this is real. Only when Fyodor grunted and turned back towards him did reality hit him like bullet train – oh God, it’s inhumane how much he’s being provoked. Not for a second Nikolai brought the story of Fyodor being that under the weather he really has no resolve to stand up, go fetch a cup of coffee and indulge him for an hour before finding an excuse to send him away and hitting the sack once more. So no, this is deliberate provocation – he was being put on test, although couldn't pinpoint what precisely was begin weighted.
Whether Fyodor would manage to doze off (or even truly want to) with him nearby was aside the topic here. Even nature of his enigmatic ability failed to matter this time around; never was he scared stiff of anything and surely won’t start being of Fyodor, despite grave danger he might carry. Only thing Nikolai could focus on was tension boiling within bloodstream – imperative urge to act, yet script was indecipherable. Should he go for it? And if yes just what is he to do? Is he to wake Fyodor up or touch him and remind what dangerous game he’s playing by turning back to him? Or maybe he’s to let Fyodor be, although question remained there should he go or stay. Former would taste like defeat, leave aftertaste of equally revolting disappointment on tongue, whereas latter would get him on wits ends.
Million thoughts already roamed in mind, no wonder it buzzed like a hive. You’re teasing me so cruelly, but I wouldn't have it any other way. If it were any other way he wouldn't be here now, wouldn't be tempted this badly just by sight of someone sleeping. But it wasn’t just random someone, this was Fyodor acting anything but like himself and he’d be damned if he lets all of this end on such anticlimactic note. There has to be something he can do to get a rise out of Fyodor and slake own thirst in same breath.
Idea arrived like jolt out of the blue. Should he really… why not? It’s not like Fyodor isn’t onto true nature of his cravings; like his own thinly veiled desire to simply never take hands off him didn’t give Nikolai away thousand times before. Secrecy enforced the status quo further, gave Fyodor an excuse to treat suffocating tension between them like silent topic, just because it benefit him. All cards were laid face up, by this point he had nothing to lose by simply going for it; quite the contrary, it’s Fyodor that’d be put in tight spot.
Without any deliberation Nikolai leaned over Fyodor and touched him once more; came so naturally, for a second he wondered if Fyodor could feel the tangible attraction as well. “Wake up Fedya”, he grabbed Fyodor’s shoulder and slowly rocked him. “I realized I forgot to tell you something important” – not exactly, more had to do something important, but this was fastest way to grab his attention without raising the red flags.
Fyodor groaned and stretched; clearly not happy he was being bothered again but not peeved enough to ignore him or hiss he’s to buzz off. “Hmm, what is it?”, Fyodor rumbled endearingly faint instead, turned around and slowly blinked; either was too drowsy to realize it’s a red herring or curiosity got the best of him.
Just the chance Nikolai has been looking for. He grinned from ear to ear, triumph already flowing through veins. “Your lowered guard tempts me too much”, he teased huskily and cupped Fyodor’s cheek. Nikolai didn’t give Fyodor an opportunity to say or do a thing – in very next second gave into long denied temptation and sealed lips over his.
They were even sweeter than he imagined. Startled gasp he drank in even sweeter. Mere second of contact was enough to confirm Nikolai's suspicion – yes, he absolutely will get heady on this bliss. Groggy eyes shot wide open now; daze was palpable on Fyodor’s features but he didn’t attempt to shove him away; promising. Nikolai tilted head for better access; hummed and moved lips against Fyodor’s warm however static ones. Not that he held onto hope contact would be reciprocated, in hindsight it’s for the best Fyodor remained passive - otherwise last thread of self control would snap, dam would collapse and all his suppressed cravings would be molded into that single kiss.
Nonetheless at heart Nikolai knew rawest desire blended into vehemence of his movement. No matter how much he tried to subdue the flame it remained unruly; shivers tracing over limbs gave him away, mayhap not to Fyodor but surely did to himself. No point in denying himself enjoyment when he couldn't mere urge, so Nikolai closed eyes and enjoyed stolen moment while it lasted – while Fyodor allows to be overpowered.
Fortunately or unfortunately kiss was brief, ended up being mere brush of lips; had to be that way as he was merely testing the waters. Fyodor nudged him back and Nikolai realized it’s the best he pulls away; to assess reasons for halt if nothing else. Not that he wanted to, heaven knows he craved nothing more but to lay over Fyodor and kiss him senseless. He eased away mere couple inches, pushed bangs out of Fyodor’s face and drank in his expression. Flustered face, heavy breath, glassy eyes – hard to tell how much of affect was byproduct of sickness and how much he actually managed to worm beneath Fyodor’s skin. He neither looked jubilant nor nettled, yet neither exhausted as he was minute prior – head scratcher indeed, nevertheless Nikolai remained smiling. It’s surely tasking to untangle your convoluted games but lack of certainty won’t stop me from playing along, just the opposite, keeps me hooked.
Fyodor tangled fingers through his hair and playfully pushed him away. “You’ll end up catching cold too”, he purred and licked lips; no further invitation needed, actually none was in the first place, at that spiritless excuse Nikolai would have kissed him again anyways. Not a single quibble, not even frown or eye roll, just piffling remark meant to stir him up. Ah, you’re feeding my hope way too much. Keep tempting me like this and I’ll devour you without a second thought.
“Is that only thing you have to say?”, Nikolai teasingly trailed finger up his nose; lowered forehead over Fyodor’s and hovered lips mere inch away from his. Sickness was last thing on his mind, in fact nothing dwelt there save for fuzziness that coiled into pressing desire for more.
Meek smile along with marginal head tilt were his only answer. Nikolai reflected it with way much elated grin. Not a word of encouragement, neither any resistance – passivity spoke volumes Fyodor would never tell; nor needed to, being tipsy on heady warmth inside chest Nikolai was, for time being, perfectly content with what he managed to achieve. Without any delay he caressed Fyodor’s cheek and lowered lips against his once more; this time arms curled behind his neck and lured him into virulent bliss.