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Everything that happened before was done, the painting was safe, he and Boris were texting when they could, he overdosed, he moved into a new apartment, he worked at Hobie's shop, he got clean, no more vicodin, and most importantly, he broke it off with Kitsey. When Boris randomly started ghosting him, he didn't think much of it. Then he heard a knock at his door.
"Who is here at this time of night?" He mumbles. Not like he just woke up, no his insomnia wouldn't let him. He put on his glasses and looked at the clock and saw the glowing 12:47. Middle of the night. Great.
He hobbled over to the front door and saw him. "Boris?" He couldn't believe his eyes. "Hi." Was all Boris said in return. He just stared. "Wh- What are you doing here? I thought you were in Russia by now?"
He moved out the door frame and welcomed him inside, it was cold out. "Yeah, I've decided that I want to plant roots! as you Americans say!" Boris informs him. "I got where you lived off that guy, Hobie!" 'Hobie, I'm going to kill you later. What if he wanted to kill me.'
"That's great!" He smiles. That's when Boris starts sheepishly smiling, and fiddling with his hands. "What's wrong?"
"I need place to stay, for little bit while I get on feet." He started stretching his arm out while saying this. Sort of like he was anxious. Like he knew that he was going to say no but this is theo he wouldn't leave him out in new New York.
"Wait, I thought you had a wife and kids?" He asks, fully remembering the photo Boris once showed him.
"She was cheating, kids are not mine. All from different men." He says while rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't think I was even good father either, I was so caught up in not becoming like my father, that they had everything that I didn't have, but no father, was gone on so many 'business trips' that I hardly see them." He sort of chuckles.
"Well, you can stay as long as you want. Until you get back on your feet. Or longer" he laughed. And Boris laughed as well, his hearty, loud laugh. He offered to at least buy takeout, since in reality, he forgot to eat as well. He went to sleep straight after he got home from work. He didn't have time to order food yet.
"I couldn't-" Boris tried to argue but Theo wasn't having it. "Nonsense, plus I haven't really eaten either." He says. Boris looks at him. "You have not eaten yet." He laughed. "Not funny, you need food." Boris is entirely serious. "I have vodka in the fridge while we wait. " he says. "Sure." Boris replies
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After a few minutes he was drunk after taking shot after shot. Sitting comfortably on the couch. Giggling and joking with boris. He watched as Boris laughed with his obviously fake teeth, his dimples defined since Vegas. As the light around them seemed to bend at boris' will. Making him look absolutely stunning.
"I love you" he blurted out. "Oh fuck" he shot up. "Nevermind, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." He tried to run and enclose himself in his room. Only to be held back by something, Boris. He looked back, and Boris looked at him with tears on his face.
"Did you mean it?" Boris says. Breaking parts of him internally. "Yes." He admits. "I love you too"
"You know, this not first time say feelings," Boris blurts out, after a few minutes of silence."It's not?" "No. When in Las Vegas I used to say it alot when you were really fucked up. Hoping you wouldn't remember, and I guess you didn't." He winked.
"Oh. Boris." He felt like an asshole. "It fine, I knew you were blackout drunk then. I knew that you had no idea in the morning." Boris said. He didn't know what was going through his mind but he grabbed boris' hand and looked straight into his eyes. His sad, empty eyes.
"Just know, I will never do that again, I love you. Ever since Vegas I always did. It's just that I always had this nagging voice of my father." He stared into his soul. Tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Maybe it was an impulse or he has thought about this ever since the taxi but he grabbed Boris' face and pulled Boris into a kiss. Nothing big, just a quick kiss. But for him it felt like everything was perfect in his life again. "Did you just kiss me?" Boris said looking absolutely flustered.
"What did it look like?" He laughs. He felt Boris pull him now pulling him for another. He let it happen, resting his hands on the hands that were on his cheeks. Boris bit at his lip causing him to gasp a bit and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue in. Causing him to groan at the feeling. He found his hands at boris' legs. He picks him up and Boris gasps but holds on tight with his legs not breaking away from the kiss.
He carries him to the bedroom. And placed boris down on his bed. He started placing hickeys on his neck. His hands explored every bit of Boris, as if he didn't he would forget it.
Boris' hands at some point ended up in his hair. Pulling at the strands. He groaned when he tightened the grip in his hair.
"Potter…" Boris gasps out. "Yes?" He says breaking away from Boris' neck.
"I want you." Boris says shyly. "You have me." He teases. Then bites into his collarbone eluting a groan from the other. "I want you to touch me." Boris clarifies.
"But I am touching you." He says making a point of dragging his fingers on his sides. "I know what you are doing. But I can't say it, it sound too dirty." Boris says as Theo continues to bite his neck and place a kiss on the love-bite.
"I can't do anything without you telling me." He huffs into Boris' ear taking a second to nibble on it. This got a groan turning into a moan from boris. "I want you to fuck me. There." Boris says. "You sure?" He teases even more. "Yes."
This is all he needed to start greedily pulling down Boris' pants and throwing them somewhere on the ground then dragging his shirt off. "Not very fair. I have to be only one clothless." Boris huffed out. He chuckled then got his shirt off then his pants. Both only in their boxers.
He went back to greedily kissing boris. He started planting love bites everywhere on Boris' body. Marking him. Making him His. He found his hands on Boris' chest and as he sucked hickeys in he pinched playfully at his nipples. Eluting a gasp from the other. "Oh. You like that. Don't you." He said, then licking one as he pinched the other.
Making it down to his dick. Playing with the boxers until he could see boris squirming under him.
He started palming boris through his boxers feeling how hard boris already was. "Wow, already this hard and I haven't started doing what I've wanted to do yet." He whispered into Boris' ear. Getting a whimper back.
He slowly started pulling down his boxers until Boris' full length was out. He started stroking his dick. Precum already started to drip from the head. He took the precum from the tip onto his hand and licked his palm. Making sure Boris was watching.
He grabbed Boris' cock and licked it starting from the base to head. Then he started kitten-licking it. All while pumping it. Boris was squirming hoping for more. "Please…" he gasped out.
He then put his dick into his mouth. And started bobbing his head, he hummed causing Boris' cock to twitch in his mouth. Whimpers and groans started echoing in the room. Boris hands snaking into his hair. Gripping at the strands. Boris was a mess under him, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips. He put his hand onto one of Boris' hands. Telling him to do it.
Boris expiremently rocks his hips into Theo's mouth. He moaned but Theo moaned louder. And then he did it again and gripped tighter into Theo's hair from the roots, grabbing his bearings. Theo started rolling his eyes slightly. Blissed by his mouth being fucked.
"You love sucking on my cock- fuck." He tried dirty talk though he was barely making full sentences.
He looked fucked out but Theo hasnt even started what he wants to do. He was a moaning mess. Boris felt something build up in his abdomen firey and hot. He pulled theo off by the hair.
Theo just cleared his throat a bit then said "why did you stop?" Then he clarifies. "I mean that was so good, what happened?" He looks at Boris like he did something wrong.
"Like said before, Potter, I want you to fuck me." He says. Theo then grins and gets up to go through his bedside drawer coming back with lube. He goes back on top of Boris and pulls him back into a kiss. After a minute he pulls away and opens the bottle of lube up. He squirts an ample amount onto his fingers.
"Are you ready?" He asks. Boris can only nod. He slowly and lightly pushes a finger in. He slowly starts pumping it in and out. Watching as boris moaned and gripped the sheets. He started biting his thighs and leaving hickeys as he pumped his finger.
After a minute he said, "are you ready for another?" Into Boris' ear. Boris shivered at the honey dripping from his voice. He groaned and said, "Yes. Please." He slowly started pushing his second finger in. Watching as Boris' back arched and tears streamed down his face. He started groaning and moaning even more. "You're doing amazing," he whispered.
"Fuck so good." Boris gasped out. He was surprised by the responsiveness. But he went along. "It feels good, huh? Just a little longer than that'll be my cock inside of you." He hummed, again, into Boris' ear. Boris whimpered then moaned at the idea.
"Are you ready for the last finger or do you want to wait a little longer?" He asks and Boris just nods."I'm gonna need a verbal answer." He pushes the hair out of Boris' face. He hummed, then said, "I'm ready- ебать-" he cursed in Russian when Theo hit a sensitive spot. Again, he pushed his finger into Boris' hole. This time with his final finger.
He made it a mission to hit that sensitive spot again, just to watch as Boris arched his back, his forgotten cock twitching begging to be touched. Then Boris started moving hips to meet his hand. He slowed his hand down and held Boris down. "Uh uh, I'm doing this, you just lay there and look pretty for me princess." Theo growled into, again, into his ear.
[Man idk I'm making this at 1:00 am. Absolutely sobbing at the growl though, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr BAHAHAHA I should sleep but I can't.]
Boris blushed at the nickname, but he didn't hate it. He had to use all his self control for this. He layed and gripped at the sheets when Theo hit his prostate with his fingers. "Need you." He whimpers out.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Theo asks, fully concerned. "Yes, very." Boris says. Without missing a beat. And with that he grabs the lube and strokes himself with it.
He lined himself to Boris and slowly inched himself in. Slowly until he bottomed out. Then he waited for Boris to grow accustomed to the feeling of Theo inside of him. "Please move" Boris says through tears. And Theo slowly did. He moved in and out of Boris until he could easily move.
He started pounding into him, Boris' moans being cut short.The sound of skin slapping skin. His breath hitched with every blow. His moans grow louder.
Theo put a hand on Boris' mouth in an attempt to shush the other. Failing, horribly. Boris moans being seemingly quieter but still loud in the otherwise pretty silent apartment complex. He watched as Boris' eyes rolled. He tried to soothe him, swiping the hair and sweat from his forehead. He then let go of his mouth and it seemed the attempt at shushing him only winded him up more.
"Oh, please! More! Fuck! Fuck me hard! Make me your cock slut!" He cried. "Please, ruin me! I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow! Гавно-" He pleaded. We have neighbors, they are so going to hear, he thought to himself. Boris started rocking his hips wildly with each blow, like a bitch on Theo's lap. Theo gripped at his hips and started going harder.
"You do know you can touch yourself? You don't have to cum from me alone." He notes the restraint in boris wrists. "Didn't say was allowed. Didn't know." Boris says playing into the power play he had going on. "Fuck." He covers his own mouth with his hand.
He grabs Boris' legs and pulls out for a minute gaining a whine from the other as repositioned him. Boris was now on his stomach legs off the bed. "There" and he slid back in and with this new position, he could hit his prostate with every blow.
He grabbed Boris' sides and started pounding into him. "More, more, more." Was all Boris could seem to say. Then he tried to bury his face into the sheets. He picked him up by the throat, holding him with boris' back against his chest.
"Oh, getting shy now, are we? What was it again? 'make me your cum slut' I think it's what you said? You gonna take it back now? 'I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow' was another one." he said, mocking his accent.
Slowing his thrusts just a bit but enough to tell. Boris bit his lip, tears welling up. And shook his head like a mad man. "No! No, sir." He yelled almost. "sir? Hm I don't hate it." He bit a hickey in his shoulder blade.
He quickened the pace again and Boris kept saying "thank you sir" as if almost a prayer. He let go of Boris as soon as his arms tired out. He moved him around so his back was arched and his head was way up.
"Oh fuck, please! More! Please!" He doesn't know what possessed him but he somehow went faster. Hitting harder. Boris' Breath was hitching with every blow, tears rolling down his face, he gripped the sheets. "Mm gonna cum. Can I cum? Please sir?" Boris asked.
"Cum for me." He whispered. For in truth he was about to cum as well. He felt as Boris clenched around him. As he slowed down felt the heat inside of his abdomen. "Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?" He whispered into Boris' ear.
[Wtf is up with the whispering into ear thing? It's so cliche.]
"Inside." Boris said. "Inside?" He raised his eyebrows. "Yes." He quickened his pace seeking his own relief. And he did. Inside of boris. He layed Boris down, back facing down. He quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. He quickly wiped the cum off his body and where he could before taking his glasses off and setting them on the bedside table. Before lying down next to boris.
"So how was it?" He asked boris. Who smiled and said "Amazing. Definitely going to be sore tomorrow. Also, did you always know you had a power play thing?" He snorted. "No. This is sort of the first time I've tested it." He laughs.
He looked at boris' eyes, deep, full, emotional.
"I love you." Boris looked into his eyes before smiling while crying. "я люблю тебя больше всего"
"Than anything?" He said while tearing up. 'I love you more than anything' played over in his head again and again. He hugged Boris tight.
And fell asleep.