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artemy/daniil - morning wood + embarrassment fill... 2!

[(Anonymous)]

i really liked this prompt and so i... also wanted to try filling it, i hope that's okay!
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The offer had been what Daniil would term a nicety. He wasn’t prone to those. He’s not exactly been in the most generous of moods in the short time he’s spent in this hellhole, and the town hasn’t given him much of a reason to feel more giving.

Present company is the one exception to the rule. Daniil’s not sure what to call it – just a funny feeling he gets when he looks at the other man, this wriggling notion in the pit of his stomach and sometimes his chest that tells him he can expect more out of the Haruspex. Damned if he knows about the other two healers, but there’s something different about Artemy. Something Daniil can’t quite name, but something he’s keeping his eye on all the same.

So, what the hell. He can offer up his bed in this trying time. It’s not like he’s using it; at least, not the first time he offers, busy with the sample of bull’s blood Artemy brought by to have him check. But it’s not an isolated incident. Artemy comes back, sometimes for chats, sometimes for quick naps. They’ll take their rest where they can get it, but last night they both needed to get a little shut eye and…

Well. Here they are. On the bed. Spooning, with Artemy’s arms wrapped around Daniil’s waist. It’s probably the first time in five years Daniil’s been held like this. It might give him feelings akin to affection if there wasn’t a more pressing issue.

Pressing into his backside, that is.

He’s not sure what to do with this. He’s been awake about five minutes now. For the first minute and a half he didn’t want to move because he was comfortable, which wasn’t something he could boast about his usual sleeping habits. And the other three and a half minutes he hasn’t wanted to move because there’s a sizeable erection pressed into his ass, and he’s feeling mortifyingly caught between confusion and total, unbridled lust.

This must be one of those feelings Burakh inspires in him. Pity he didn’t realize it sooner – or maybe much, much later, when he could make a move in a way that wouldn’t be miserably awkward. Artemy’s still snoring away right next to his ear, dead to the world, and Daniil’s not sure he wants to try and extricate himself and wake the sleeping bear. There’s no good outcomes to this mess if he does, just an awful shuffle of excuses as his companion tries to work out apologies that Daniil, frankly, doesn’t want to hear, and –

God, it’s been too long since he’s had sex. He can feel his arousal working its way through his body as his mind just dances with the possibilities, with flitting images of Artemy’s hand down his pants and his hot breath on Daniil’s neck, his teeth sinking into flesh, opening Daniil up to take him in.

“Shudkher.” It’s the quietest Daniil’s ever heard another person swear.

“Oh good,” Daniil says, “you’re up.”

He hopes the pun speaks for itself. Artemy isn’t in any hurry to remove himself, possibly in the wake of his embarrassment locking his body into place. Daniil can feel the heat from Artemy’s cheek on his own before the man even speaks again. “Dankovsky –“

“I think we’re beyond last names now, Artemy.”

“Daniil,” he corrects, and then he squirms, and Daniil has to bite his lip from making some sort of stupid noise at how wet he’s getting, “I am – I am so, so sorry about this. I don’t know what happened –“

“Yes you do,” Daniil says, and either his imagination is very good at psychosomatic sensations or Artemy has just gone even more rigid. “It’s early morning. Your body is in the process of waking up. Blood flow to the area and… all that.”

“Right,” Artemy replies, his voice faint. “Blood flow.”

But there’s something that just doesn’t line up in the way he speaks. Too soft, not agreeable enough. Or maybe it’s the way his hand still hasn’t moved from Daniil’s waist, his hips only jerking his body against Daniil’s without making any significant progress to move away. And Daniil might be oblivious to many things: to social customs, to norms, to tradition, but he’s not stupid. If things are going to be lingering in this direction – well, there’s no need for them to straggle when he can simply help them along.

“Artemy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to do something about this little problem, or am I going to have to assist you?”

There’s a moment of genuine thought process, when Artemy doesn’t say anything at all. His fingers squeeze Daniil’s hip, but don’t move, like the man himself isn’t sure of what to do. It takes a second for him to answer, his voice rough as it pushes through his throat. “Honestly, I think I’m a little stuck.” He sounds wrecked already, and Daniil wants to hear more of it.

“Allow me to help you, then.” Daniil sets his hand over Artemy’s and pushes their thumbs under the band of his trousers and undergarments, shimmying them down to mid-thigh. He hears Artemy’s guttural oh as he pushes back against his clothed erection, reaching one hand back to try and jerk the man’s slacks down. It’s a little difficult when Artemy’s not really following the implied direction, his hand curved around Daniil’s thigh, but Daniil manages well enough with the buttons.

He catches on, finally, and their hands clash around the actual disrobing of his dick. Something that Daniil would very much like to see, but he’s fine for the moment just wrapping one hand around his length and getting a feel for it. Thicker than Daniil had been expecting – so it wasn’t just the fabric of his trousers giving him an edge. Daniil’s hand strokes down and his legs part, for as much as his half-worn trousers will let him.

“My thighs,” he says, and Artemy gets the message much quicker this time. Artemy adjusts himself so his cock is situated between Daniil’s parted legs, and waits for Daniil to lower his leg to make his first jerky move forward.

“Oh,” Artemy says again. Daniil pulls the hem of his shirt up, looks down to where the head of Artemy’s cock has started to poke out from between his thighs. Artemy shifts and presses as close to Daniil as he can, his testicles pressed to Daniil’s thighs. “You’re wet.” The words come out as a revelation, his cock moving back through the slick on Daniil’s skin before he thrusts forward again.

“Astute observation,” Daniil chides, but he’s too breathless to put any venom into it. Artemy’s fingers are burning where they grab onto his hip, and he’s reaching his left hand down to part his folds. Artemy rolls his hips and Daniil makes a horrible little noise, something akin to begging in the tone.

“You’re into this,” Artemy concludes. Daniil can’t think of any pithy remarks to make to that, and so he settles for keeping his mouth clamped shut as his bedmate’s fingers make their way down around his thigh. If nothing else, his partner’s movements are becoming more confident, rocking with a sort of rhythm as he works himself between Daniil’s thighs. “Nothing to say to defend yourself? You just liked the feeling of my cock against your ass?”

Daniil squeezes his legs tight together in response, and Artemy’s nails bite into his skin. He moans, pulling himself up, throwing his left leg over Daniil’s hips. His cock slides between Daniil’s folds, nudging his own neglected dick in the process. It makes Daniil squirm, desperate for rougher contact.

artemy/daniil - morning wood + embarrassment fill... 2! (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

“How long have you wanted to do this?” Artemy teases him. His hand moves dangerously close to Daniil’s sex, but not enough to touch just yet. “You came up with this solution awfully fast. Don’t tell me you were waiting for this moment, Daniil. You don’t seem the type to wait.” Daniil rocks back against him, forcing the head of Artemy’s cock to grind against his own as he goes. “There you go, Daniil,” he huffs, hips jerking in short little thrusts. “Asking works just as well.”

It’s still not quite enough. He’s so close to just slipping inside that Daniil’s wants have evolved, his fingers poised over his cock. “You know asking is a difficulty for me,” he rasps, and listens to Artemy grunt in acknowledgement. “But I suppose you like this. Seeing me flustered.”

“Suppose I do.” Another agonizing rub against Daniil’s sensitive cock. Daniil curls his fingers, trying his hardest not to give in, not to touch. He wants so much more. “Suppose I like it when you’re all worked up. It’s cute, you quiet and wanton, trying not to touch yourself.” Dammit. Daniil didn’t think he’d noticed. “Like a cat’s got your tongue. I don’t imagine many people get to see you like this.”

“You imagine correct.” Daniil swallows, rolls himself back on Artemy’s cock. “While we’re on the topic of things you imagine: do you ever imagine me on my knees?”

Artemy laughs, short and breathy against Daniil’s neck. It makes his hair stand on end. Daniil squirms as Artemy’s hand moves around to his stomach, pushing his shirt up with his palm flat atop Daniil’s navel. “Of course I have. That mouth can be put to much better use than the Latin you spew.”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind.” Daniil turns on his side, Artemy’s cock slipping between his folds as he moves. He bows his back, lifts his waist and tries to kick his trousers off as they pool around his knees. He can feel Artemy’s length twitch against his thigh, and arrogance returns to his demeanor for just a second, smirking with his face buried in the pillow. “Well?”

He can all but hear the gears turning in Artemy’s head. If he tilted his head, he’s sure he’d see that look of surprise, lips parted, lids lowering. “I don’t have a –“

“I don’t care,” Daniil interrupts. He spreads his thighs and waits, skin tingling as Artemy finally makes up his mind. His fingers trace lightly around Daniil’s thigh as he readjusts himself, sitting up on his knees behind Daniil. Daniil pushes back up on him, his cock grinding against Daniil’s ass.

Two fingers rub Daniil’s fold, sliding between them to collect the slick before they press into him. Artemy lets out a soft gasp as he prepares Daniil, his fingers spreading as he works him open. Daniil rocks on his fingers, his lip caught between his teeth as he moves. Artemy slips a third in and curls, drawing a mewl from Daniil the man tries to abort. But there’s little use in hiding his pleasure, not when Artemy seems so determined to seek it out.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He’s surprised it’s Artemy speaking and not himself. The other man withdraws his fingers and directs Daniil’s hips with his right and, and the left – the left is clearly working on lining himself up, the head of his cock pushing inside, filling Daniil as his fingers tighten in the bedsheets. It takes a moment before Artemy’s fully seated, Daniil’s muscles squeezing around the throbbing length inside him.

Now, Daniil assumes he knows Artemy. Not particularly well, perhaps, but enough to know how this will go. He assumes Artemy will start slowly, build up a pace, that Daniil will have to beg for him to go faster, go harder.

Daniil assumes wrong. Artemy’s gotten just as needy as he has, his hands tight on Daniil’s hips as he moves. Daniil is thankful his mouth is partially obscured by the pillow, because he’d be making all sorts of ridiculous noises if it weren’t. This feels too damn good, and as much as Daniil wants to reach under and rub himself off, he won’t.

But Artemy will. He bends over Daniil’s back, right hand holding him in place and left covering his cock. His fingers press down, grind, and Daniil sobs, his lips wrapped around his pillow. “So it turns out you do - you do have some good ideas, emshen,” Artemy says. His words are almost drowned out by the lewd sound of their bodies moving together. His hips are working so fast Daniil can hardly breathe, overwhelmed by the fingers circling his cock. Daniil’s body tenses, and Artemy grunts. “Gonna make me cum like that.”

He has to let the pillow drop from his mouth to speak, spit trailing down his chin. “That’s the – the idea, isn’t it?” He’s not so good at talking now his body’s full, mind too hazy with pleasure to keep up. He can feel his orgasm building in his stomach, slamming his hips back to meet Artemy’s thrusts. Between the frantic pace, the feeling of the sheets under his knees and in his hands, the hand on his cock, the breath hot and loud in his ear, the mattress thumping under them – Daniil’s getting overwhelmed.

His body seizes. He cries out, thighs shaking as he comes. Artemy’s hand stays insistent on his cock as he falls apart, body pliant when he finishes. Artemy mumbles something Daniil cannot understand, his hand moving up to Daniil’s stomach as he thrusts once, twice, and stills, buried deep inside Daniil.

A moment passes, and they collapse. First Daniil, his hips dropping back to the bed, Artemy’s cock sliding out of him; and then Artemy, laying gingerly on top of him, his nails still biting into Daniil’s skin. Daniil listens as his heart rate starts to return to normal, only for it to rocket once again with a brush of lips against his neck. This, this is more like what he expected from someone so soft-hearted. It’ll be amusing, once Daniil remembers how to speak.

“So,” Artemy says, letting go of Daniil’s hip to rub his thigh. “This was…nice.”

Daniil takes a second to lick his lips and find his voice before he attempts a reply. “Nice,” he repeats. “That’s one way to put it.”

“And how would you put it?”

A pause. “I’ll have to come again.” Artemy snorts. Daniil hums, feeling contented for the first time in… a while. “You know, nice as this has been, we can’t stay here all day. We both have things to do, Inquisitors to meet, children to care for –“

“Alright, alright. I get the message.” He rolls off of Daniil, standing to fix his trousers. “You know, I really do appreciate you letting me use your bed. Even without, uh. That.” Daniil can feel him sitting back down on the bed, and as he turns to face Artemy he finds the man much closer than he’d been expecting. And he’s startled by it, flustered again by his presence. As if they hadn’t just been in the act of pleasuring each other.

Artemy tilts his head and brushes their lips together. Daniil is helpless, melting into it.

When he pulls back, Artemy is all smug self-assuredness. It’s a feeling Daniil is better used to, but it looks great on him. “Just like I said. Cute.”

“Get out of here before I throw something at you,” Daniil grumbles, but he knows the threat doesn’t do much to hide the blush in his cheeks. Artemy laughs, fuller this time, and exits, but Daniil knows he’ll be back.

He looks forward to it.

Re: artemy/daniil - morning wood + embarrassment fill... 2! (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

god thank u for this food i loved it. i am so happy this has gotten two fills.

FILL 1/2 - Aspity/Aglaya- interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

Aglaya shifted her weight between her legs as she stood in the drafty hallway of the home where they said the woman who first brought the plague lived. There’d been no answer to her repeated knocking, so Aglaya had tried the handle and the door had swung wide open. She’d called out to no response, and now she stood quietly in the doorway, weighing her options.

It wasn’t likely the woman had fled - she’d been here since the last plague, after all. But to leave her home unlocked and unguarded was dangerous with the way muggers and thieves had begun to roam the streets in the daylight. Aglaya’s heart pounded as she considered the other possibilities. Was the woman dead? Or worse, infected?

Aglaya had been lucky to make it here all the way from the Cathedral unscathed, it’d be a shame to step right into a cloud of stale, sick air now. And yet, her duty called her. Aglaya needed to investigate every person of interest, and this woman, Aspity, was the last person she had to speak to.

The others had been easy to summon and even easier to interrogate, each with their own thinly concealed agenda. But Aspity didn’t play by the rules, it seemed, and neither Bachelor nor Haruspex, nor even the little Changeling seemed to have much influence with her.

So, the situation assessed, Aglaya stepped forward, a loud creak sounding from the floorboards as she moved. She sucked in a breath, the hair on the back of her neck rising as she crept down the hallway, heartbeat pounding in her ears. At the end of the hallway, a familiar looking doll sat haphazardly on a crate, and Aglaya’s hand twitched towards her holster as she grew closer to the doorway at the end of the hall.

It was completely dark on the other side of the doorway, and every muscle in Aglaya’s body was tense as she stepped through.

“People usually wait for an invitation,” a low voice drawled out, and Aglaya’s jaw dropped in a silent scream as she jumped, both arms stretched out in front of her tightly gripping her pistol. A scratchy laugh followed, and fury raced white hot through Aglaya’s veins as she lowered her gun.

“People usually answer a summons from the Inquisitor,” she snapped, professional demeanor momentarily forgotten. “Didn’t you hear me knocking at the door?”

Aspity looked down at the floor, disinterested. “You must not have been pounding hard enough,” she answered.

Aglaya frowned, already desperate for the interaction to be over. No wonder no one had been able to haul the woman into the Cathedral for questioning. “You’re quite lucky I came down here to question you rather than simply hand you over to the guards.”

“Oh, how kind of you, Lady Inquisitor,” Aspity said, looking at her fingernails.

It wasn’t easy to get under Aglaya’s skin, she’d been an Inquisitor for years, after all. She was trained to deal with all kinds of criminals and villains, and she was not going to let some stubborn woman out in the steppe get a leg up on her.

“You’re welcome,” she responded airily. “Now, how long have you been living here?”

The woman’s dark gaze was piercing as she looked Aglaya up and down from across the room. “Since I was born,” Aspity replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to ask such simple questions after coming all the way here.”

“I’m merely establishing your background,” Aglaya said coolly, her composure returning. “But wait, that’s…” She paused for a moment, considering. “Everyone I’ve spoken to said you appeared in the town just five years ago. This isn’t my first time doing this, you know.”

Aspity smirked, stepping closer. “If you were smarter, you’d have stayed back home in the Capitol.”

Jaw clenched, Aglaya inhaled deeply through her nose, willing herself not to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her affected. “I could have you killed for lying,” she said, but Aspity continued to look unaffected.

It was irritating, so terribly irritating that Aglaya’s mere presence wasn’t enough to make the woman submit. The cold façade she’d spent years crafting and perfecting, her power and authority, her learned intimidation, all of it meant nothing to this short woman clothed in rags.

“What do you know about the shabnak-adyr?” Aglaya asked, moving along with her questioning; she didn’t have all day.

Now Aspity smiled, the low light glinting against her sharp teeth, lips stretched almost gleefully. “Funny you should ask,” she said, drawing ever nearer.

Aglaya felt her heel move off the ground, her weight shift as she began to step backwards, but then stopped. What was it about this woman that had her so out of sorts? Her pulse moved quickly against her neck, and her mouth was dry as she moved her foot back to its original position.

“Are you afraid of me, Inquisitor?”

“Don’t be foolish,” Aglaya shot back. “Stop avoiding the question, I’m well aware of your knowledge on the Kin and their beliefs.”

Aspity pouted, a mocking gesture. “All right, dear, I’ll take pity on you, since you really are helpless.”

Aglaya refused to rise to the bait, stared impassively at the woman before her in silence, waiting.

“The shabnak is an evil spirit, a mere skeleton that needs a woman’s flesh to cover its bones. The one who brought the Sand Plague, who will bring ruin to this town to balance the scales.” Aspity was solemn as she spoke but smirked again as soon as she finished. “Do you believe that, Inquisitor? There’s just one person bringing disease to this town, and once you have them hanged everything will go back to normal?”

“I’d rather like for that to be the case,” Aglaya said, “but that’s merely fairy tale thinking. It’s true that this town is testing the limits of reality, it’s grown far too unnatural to ignore. It would be nice if I could wrap this up easily - a little miracle of my own.”

Aspity laughed, “I wasn’t expecting a government official to be so idealistic. So, you believe these people deserve to die? All because someone built a structure out of wishes and dreams?”

Aglaya frowned and stepped forward, drawing herself up to her full height so that the candlelight flickered under her chin, casting dramatic shadows across her face. “My job here is to save lives, not destroy them. You would do well to remember that.”

“I would, wouldn’t I?” Aspity moved closer still, her head tilting up and that same insufferable smirk still cut across her face. “But I’m not so sure. I think you already know who the shabnak-adyr is, isn’t that right?”

She wouldn’t back down, not now. “It would be prudent to wait until all the evidence has been gathered before making decisions such as that. Were I to have the wrong person executed, it would cost me my own life.”

“We certainly wouldn’t want that,” Aspity purred. “I’ll tell you how to find the shabnak, then.”

The woman was close to Aglaya now, far too close, and she was tilting her head up to murmur in Aglaya’s ear.

“Her legs are made of bone, with nothing to cover them. Were you to disrobe each woman in the town, you’d make quick work of it, wouldn’t you?”

Heat rose up the back of Aglaya’s neck. “Or, it would be a complete waste of my time while the shabnak slips away undetected.”

Warm lips brushed against the space just below Aglaya’s ear, “Perhaps you might even start here.”

Immediately, Aglaya stepped backwards. “Such insolence,” she reprimanded. “I’ve seen people put to death for much less.”

“Oh?” Aspity asked, her head cocked to the side. “And will you put me to death, Aglaya?”

The use of her name made Aglaya see red - perhaps she’d been wrong to ignore the woman’s cheek this long.

“Where were you during the riots?” Aglaya pressed.

“You really need me to tell you?”

“For the record,” Aglaya insisted, jaw tight. “Where were you?”

“In the termitary, of course,” she replied, as easy as it should have been the first time.

“But you weren’t locked in.”

“Of course not. I had others to rescue, you see. Keep them from being slaughtered by the likes of the townsfolk.”

Aglaya hummed, “So you do have a heart, after all.”

“Unlike you,” Aspity spat.

Hands curled into fists at Aglaya’s sides. “What are you implying?” She snapped.

“Come now, Aglaya, don’t look so surprised. You’ve only come here to save your own neck. You just need to find someone to label as the cause of this mess and then you’re free.”

“How did you -”

“Am I wrong?” Aspity’s eyes shone dark in the candlelight.

Aglaya was at a loss for words. “I - I’m here to do my job!”

“And your job involves going into innocent people’s homes and harassing them?”

“You left me no choice!” Aglaya exploded. “You brought this on yourself and now you’re mocking me?”

Aspity snickered, and as Aglaya fumed, her laugh grew louder and louder until she was doubled over, arms wrapped around her waist as though she might split apart at the seams.

“Oh, Inquisitor,” she gasped, “All it takes is a little push and your decorum completely vanishes.”

“You’ve been trying to make a fool of me since I’ve been here,” Aglaya hissed.

“Since you got into town, yes.”

Aglaya stepped forward, rising to her full height to look down at Aspity. “You think you’re so smart,” she said, “but you’re messing with the wrong person. I’ll call the guards into action the second I return to the Cathedral.”

Aspity gasped, eyes wide and Aglaya’s lips spread into a smile, reveling in the fear on the other woman’s face, the feeling she’d been trying to instill into her the moment she’d walked in the door. Candlelight danced across Aspity’s face, bright spots twinkling in her eyes. They were close enough now that Aspity’s breath tickled her face, cool and moist.

Without meaning to, Aglaya’s eyes traveled lower along Aspity’s jaw, down the tendon of her neck as it twitched. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry.

“It would be such a shame to kill me, wouldn’t it, Aglaya?”

“I’m not so sure,” Aglaya murmured. “I’m not quite sure you’re much use to me alive.”

A sudden, sharp noise split the air as Aspity cackled again, no doubt another joke at Aglaya’s expense. Aglaya wasn’t going to let her get away with treating her like this. She needed swift and effective punishment.

“Get on your knees,” Aglaya snarled, the skin on her nose wrinkling.

Aspity’s eyes were nearly black in the candlelight, and though the room was dim, Aglaya felt that she was watching someone starved gaze upon a feast. Her pulse quickened, breathing unsteady as Aspity’s gaze dropped down to her lips, her breasts.

Hardly any time had passed at all, but it seemed like an eternity before Aspity spoke, another challenge, “Make me.”

It seemed as though Aglaya had left her self-control back at the Cathedral, and she was no longer able to control her impulses. She’d only been trained in self-defense as far as it concerned firearms, yet she still lunged forward to grab Aspity’s cloak in her fists.

Just as quickly Aspity swung her fist forward, narrowly missing Aglaya’s face, she focused instead on grabbing Aglaya’s hair close to the roots, pulling it out of the neat bun that sat at the crown of her head. It stung as her head was sharply pulled to the side, and she released her grip on Aspity’s robes with one hand to claw wildly at her face.

“Why don’t you listen to me?” Aglaya screeched. It was immature, so incredibly childish, but so was the woman before her, and she was desperate to gain control of the situation.

A foot stomped down on hers and Aglaya yelped in pain, her other hand slipping off of the cloak, and then her hand was on the back of Aspity’s neck, and she was coming closer and then, as if it were happening in slow motion, their lips crashed together.

It hurt, like a misplaced headbutt, and Aglaya had definitely bitten her own lip in the process, but as she pulled away, breathless, she saw her own expression reflected in Aspity’s face, and she leaned down again, less forcefully this time.

Iron mixed with saliva, smeared across their lips as they kissed, more violently than Aglaya ever had before. She lost herself to it for a moment; the sharp teeth against her lips, mouth sucking roughly at her tongue, a hand gripping the back of her neck hard, as though she might turn and run away at any moment.

Their breath was loud, the only sound in the room save for the creaking of the house against the bitter wind outside. Finally, they both drew back, Aglaya dazed and breathless. For once, it seemed Aspity didn’t have a snarky comeback.

FILL 2/2 - Aspity/Aglaya- interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

“Kneel,” Aglaya said, mouth working before her brain could catch up.

“And do what?” Aspity panted.

“You’re going to lick my cunt until I say you’re done.”

“What if I say no?” Aspity’s words were charged but Aglaya didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed downwards, the unsubtle pink of her tongue swiping across her lower lip.

Aglaya hummed, “You said it would be a waste to turn you in, didn’t you? Prove it to me.”

Aspity held her gaze, determined, before she sank slowly to her knees, looking up all the while. The air was still, and Aglaya should have really turned around, headed back to the Cathedral, pretending none of this ever happened. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she lifted it, revealing the top edges of her boots, the dark fabric of her stockings.

“Well?” Aglaya prompted. “You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”

Perhaps because she didn’t feel like arguing, or because she’d gotten what she’d been angling for, Aspity simply moved closer, took the hem of Aglaya’s dress into her fists and pushed it up further, further, until the straps of her garters were exposed, followed by the hem of her bloomers, simple and plain.

With shaking hands, Aglaya took the hem of her dress from Aspity and held it just below her navel, only a thin layer of fabric between her and Aspity’s mouth. The moment seemed to stretch out between them, Aglaya’s heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, hoping the quiver in her voice would go undetected.

Aspity smirked, despite her position, before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against the skin of Aglaya’s inner thigh. It was embarrassing how wet Aglaya was already, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d touched herself, let alone anyone else. Cool, open mouthed kisses trailed up her leg, over fabric, to the crease where her thigh met her pelvis - hardly anything, and yet Aglaya was devoting nearly half of her brain power to holding in little, pleasurable noises.

Then, right there, cruel teeth bit into her skin, and Aglaya yelped. Immediately the pressure was gone and Aspity was sitting back on her heels, snickering.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

Aglaya nearly growled in frustration, nearly bent down to wring the woman’s stupid, smarmy neck, but she resisted. “I thought I was quite clear about the consequences of your disobedience,” she hissed.

“Oh, I know,” Aspity said easily. “I just like to see your face when things don’t go your way.”

Fists clenched tightly as Aglaya tried to repress her rage. “Look, I’m trying to do you a favor here. So, either start fucking me, or get ready for the gallows.”

Aspity’s face seemed to light up, and she raised her hand in a mock salute. “Anything you say ma’am.”

She didn’t give Aglaya a chance to snap back, instead reaching quickly for her underwear and pulling it down harshly. Cool air wafted between her legs, making the sensation of wetness that much more present. Aspity placed her mouth where it had been before and licked slowly, her tongue tracing just outside where Aglaya wanted. It occurred to her, then, that this wasn’t the first time Aspity had done something like this.

Aglaya refused to be teased, and instead stood still as Aspity’s mouth ghosted over her folds. It was strange, really, the way her breath seemed cold instead of warm, but Aglaya had far too much going on in her head to pay it any mind.

Finally, as if having grown bored, Aspity licked a wide stripe between Aglaya’s folds, and she had to clench her fists hard as she concentrated on standing still, not chasing the sensation. It didn’t matter, though, because it seemed Aspity was done teasing. Instead, she pressed the flat of her tongue hard against Aglaya’s clit, moving her head gently from side to side as she did.

There was nothing she could do - Aglaya let out a squeak. It really had been a long time, after all. Aspity took it as encouragement, though, and moved more roughly. Aglaya bit her lip, as if it would prevent any further noise from escaping. Her legs shook, and when Aspity pulled back for a moment, she nearly stumbled forward.

“Needy, aren’t we?” Aspity grinned, face wet.

Aglaya wanted so badly to retort, but the truth was that Aspity was right, and all she could think of was how to get her back where she wanted her. Luckily, Aspity leaned forward again, this time kissing down to Aglaya’s entrance. Aspity’s cool tongue dipped inside of her, and this time Aglaya moaned, no longer caring how she sounded.

One hand let go of her dress as Aglaya reached instead for Aspity’s short hair, grabbing hold of it to ground her as she clenched around the other woman’s tongue. How quickly she’d been reduced to a trembling mess, and yet she found she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

She truly hadn’t realized how long she’d gone without this pleasure, and now that she’d had a taste of it, Aglaya couldn’t get enough. It did feel good, getting shallowly fucked by Aspity’s tongue, but she needed more. Without thinking, she pulled Aspity’s head away from her, both of them panting as dark eyes found each other.

“Fuck me,” Aglaya breathed.

Aspity’s pupils were blown wide, nearly impossible to distinguish from her irises in the low light. “Why should I?” she asked.

“Oh, drop the act,” Aglaya huffed. “You’ve wanted me since I walked through the door, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Aspity purred, “I’ve been waiting for this moment since you came into town. Who wouldn’t want a chance to take the Inquisitor down a peg?”

Aglaya smirked, “Bold words for a woman kneeling beneath me.”

Aspity smiled up at her, made a show of licking her lips. “Then what are you waiting for? Get on the bed.”

Perhaps it should have been embarrassing, giving in to a woman like Aspity so easily in a house that seemed as if it might collapse at any moment, but Aglaya was too far gone to care. She moved around Aspity as she rose slowly from the floor and stood next to the bed.

The bed was lumpy and scratchy, really just a long cushion stuffed with who knows what laid on top of some crates. Aglaya wondered how Aspity could possibly sleep like this. It wasn’t that Aglaya had lived in luxury, no, she’d traveled to all kinds of places in her time as an Inquisitor. It just seemed the most uncomfortable sleeping situation imaginable, and it didn’t seem much more comfortable for intercourse.

Nevertheless, Aglaya unbuttoned her dress somewhat hastily, and tossed it aside, just as Aspity let out a low whistle. Aglaya rolled her eyes and continued removing her underclothes. When she finished changing, she noticed Aspity hadn’t removed any of her clothing at all.

“Forgetting something?”

Aspity cocked her head to the side, mirth in her eyes. “I’m not quite sure you’d be able to handle seeing all of me.”

The situation had already progressed far from anything remotely ethical, so if Aspity wanted to remain covered, Aglaya wasn’t going to push it. Slowly, Aspity moved forward and settled her hands on Aglaya’s waist, pressing her against the makeshift bed and Aglaya yielded easily, their positions reversed, Aglaya now the one looking up at Aspity.

Aspity crawled onto the bed, her hands braced on either side of Aglaya, knee pressed between her open legs. She squirmed under Aspity’s gaze, feeling as though the other woman was dissecting her, pulling apart the layers of skin, muscle, organs, bone, looking for something that wasn’t there.

“I really don’t have all day,” Aglaya murmured, and then Aspity was on her.

The lack of heat as Aspity trailed her mouth from Aglaya’s collarbone down to her breasts was strange, as though she wasn’t human. Her hands, too, were cool, one grasping at her breast, toying with her nipple, and the other held her waist, too tight to be comforting.

Aglaya didn’t have time to worry about it too much, instead canting her hips up against Aspity’s clothed thigh, no longer caring how wanton she seemed.

“Come on,” she growled, reaching for Aspity’s wrist, dragging her hand down to where she needed her.

“Needy, aren’t you,” Aspity said.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Aglaya bit out. “You have a lot riding on your performance.”

Aspity laughed, and then, without ceremony, she slipped a finger into Aglaya, who clenched hard around her.

“More,” she groaned.

“Sure you can take it? Seems like it’s been a while for you,” Aspity smirked.

“Fuck off,” Aglaya hissed. “Give me another finger before I hang you myself.”

Shrugging, Aspity pulled out her finger before slipping back in with two. “Don’t blame me if you can’t walk back to the Cathedral.”

Aglaya moaned loudly, reveling in the fullness, rocking against Aspity’s hand. No longer teasing, Aspity picked up the pace, crooking her fingers each time she pulled back until finally she found a spot that had Aglaya biting her lip to keep from shouting. The sensation was overwhelming, such a distant memory that it almost felt foreign.

“Your mouth,” Aglaya panted, “suck my clit.”

Almost immediately Aspity complied, too focused on the task at hand to act cocky any longer. Aglaya reached out blindly for Aspity’s head, digging her fingers into her hair. It should have been embarrassing, mortifying, that Aglaya came nearly the instant Aspity sucked her clit into her mouth, but somehow she found she didn’t care.

Aspity didn’t stop, either, her tongue pressing hard against Aglaya’s clit as she rode out her orgasm, still thrusting against her fingers. It was like she was on a mission, the way Aspity moved, another climax building quickly that Aglaya felt powerless to stop. She cried out, loud enough that she could scarcely believe the sound was coming from her, and then her hips stuttered, fell, exhausted, and Aspity slowed to a stop as Aglaya’s muscles fluttered around her fingers sporadically.

With her eyes closed, Aglaya felt as if the whole world had stopped for this moment, a ringing in her ears, her body trembling as she slowly came back to earth. When she finally opened her eyes again, Aspity was sitting next to her, looking down at her once again with that piercing look. She smirked when her eyes met Aglaya’s.

“Well, I’d certainly say that was a good enough job to avoid a hanging,” she said.

Aglaya looked up at her, dazed. “You…are the shabnak, aren’t you?”

They stared at each other, silent, and then Aspity laughed. Loud and ugly, a cackle, and she wrapped her arms around herself, as though keeping her stuffing inside, her eyes crinkled shut.

“Oh, Inquisitor,” she said after she caught her breath. “Don’t tell me you actually believe those stories.”

“But…”

“Didn’t you say you had things to do today? You’d best get going now before it turns dark, and the streets get even worse,” Aspity said. “Wouldn’t want our precious Inquisitor to get hurt. Who knows what would happen to us then?”

Aglaya sat up, limbs still weak, and bent down to gather her clothes. Aspity kept her eyes on her while she got dressed, and somehow Aglaya felt that she hadn’t been in control since she’d stepped into the woman’s home.

With the last of her buttons of her dress fastened, Aglaya smoothed the wrinkles in her dress and tucked her hair back into its usual bun.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” she said stiffly, a pretense of formality. “You’ve been very…helpful.”

“I’m sure,” Aspity smirked. When she stood up from the bed, a strange clack sounded as her feet hit the floor. Not at all how a bare foot or shoe should sound.

“Well then,” Aglaya said, “I’ll be going.”

Aspity gave a sardonic wave before Aglaya turned, walking briskly down the hall and out the door. She could tell her higher-ups that she’d found the rumored shabnak, the woman with bones for legs, the bringer of the plague, and she’d be saved from execution, no doubt about it.

But then again, who would believe such a thing? Aglaya stepped out into the evening rain and sighed.

Re: Artemy sandwich!

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure if anyone is still hanging around - this prompt is almost three years old - but I thought I'd try my hand at it anyway. Also not sure what terminology you wanted for Artemy's junk, so I went with terms like sex, chest, entrance, etc.
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Artemy's not sure how he got into this mess - and beautiful though it is, glorious though it is, it is a mess. He knew there was something blooming between himself and his best friend, just as it had been in the years before he left home. He'd assumed time would temper those emotions, not make them explode. And this thing with the Bachelor? Well, the bed is the last place he expected it to land him. That rivalry drove him to distraction, sure, but he thought it'd end with a knife in his stomach. But somehow he's here, Stakh's face between his thighs and Daniil's fingers in his mouth.

"You really should treat yourself better," the Bachelor admonishes, his lips pressed right against Artemy's ear. Not that Artemy can respond like this, mouth full and brain turned to slush. "Allow yourself to relax." He punctuates his remark with his hand sliding down Artemy's thigh -

Until it reaches Stakh's head, when Daniil huffs in irritation. He doesn't quite manage to reign in his annoyance, fingers pressing Artemy's tongue down in his mouth. Artemy hears the aftermath of a foot colliding with Stakh's shoulder, feels the cold air hit his sex when Stakh's mouth pulls away to glower at Artemy's other partner. Artemy tries to wrestle control of the situation, to catch Stakh's eyes. Beg him to play nice, and he'll have a conversation with Daniil later. Sometime when there isn't drool sliding down his chin and the man's fingers aren't circling his hole. They don't need to get along forever. They just need to keep the peace right now.

At first, Artemy thinks he's won the battle. Stakh kisses his stomach, slow and soft, rising up from his navel to his chest. Then his snide thoughts make themselves known. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much time antagonizing him, he'd have the time for that."

Daniil's fingers stop. Right as they've started to press inside, too. He can still feel Daniil's mouth against his skin, lips pursing. Which is the absolute last thing Artemy wants right now. He tries to grab Daniil's attention again, pushing back against his fingers, huffing with the effort. And it's the noise as much as the movement that seems to do the trick, as the Bachelor resumes his stretching, Artemy's head dipping back, breath heavy and voice high in his throat -

"Because I'm sure spreading rumors that he'd murdered his father was doing him such favors," Daniil bites back.

Artemy groans.

To his credit, Daniil doesn't stop this time. Stakh only pauses his affections for a moment before busying his hands: one fondling Artemy's chest, the other caressing his wet sex. Artemy's body flushes with anticipation, with excitement, but he just knows that Stakh will not stand for Daniil's gripping. And sure enough, with one finger prodding Artemy's entrance, delicate as can be, Stakh replies, "And threatening people at gunpoint is just part of Capital charm, I presume."

This is, to some degree, Artemy's fault, for complaining about one to the other before they started this whole thing. How he came to the conclusion that having them both at the same time was a good idea is beyond him now. Like he was only looking for trouble, to watch them squabble over him like a toy neither wants to share. Which leaves him stuck between two stubborn men with their own points to prove.

And oh, how they are proving it. Both are skilled with their hands - not that Artemy doubted their abilities when it came to doctoring, but only in his fantasies had he imagined how that dexterity might be turned on him.

"I never -" Daniil begins.

"Guys," Artemy manages to huff out. Daniil and Stakh both turn their attention back to Artemy. Neither apologizes, preferring to focus on their respective tasks. Except even this feels like a competition between them, separately but simultaneously stretching him, pulling him back and forth, hands on his shoulders, hands on his ass.

Daniil is ready first, gripping Artemy's hips tight as he lines his cock up with Artemy's ass. Artemy can feel Stakh's swear in a breath against his skin. He doesn't mean to let out such an obscene groan when Daniil enters him, but he can't quite help himself. He feels like he's falling backwards into this sensation, hands coming to grip Stakh's biceps tightly. Stakh tries to grab Artemy above Daniil's hands, but finds himself swatted away. He swears again, grabbing hold of Artemy's thighs as best he can, dragging one up to give him a better angle as he prepares to press inside... and nearly knocking Daniil off balance.

The result is - overwhelming. Artemy finds himself at a loss for words, or even coherent thought. He hears the noises he makes, but can barely believe they come from him. He's never experienced such a high before, teased between one cock pressing forward as soon as the other withdraws. He is vaguely aware that their argument continues around him, but he is too far gone to care. Too giddy, perhaps even enjoying the tug-of-war.

He teeters on the edge of orgasm for what feels like eternity, too gone to even rub himself off. It wouldn't have felt half as good as when it does come to him, like a gunshot, stars blinding his field of vision. He pulses, trying not to roll back and flatten the Bachelor as the other man digs his teeth into Artemy's shoulder and comes himself, pulling their sweat-slick bodies close together. Stakh comes last, his forehead pressed hard against Artemy's.

In the few moments of clarity after their orgasms, Artemy thinks the other two have forgotten their petty rivalry. If they managed to forget their gripes with Artemy, surely they can come to terms with each other. Of course, Artemy is mistaken in his thought process; both men make attempts to curl around him, and smack into each other instead, starting their bickering anew.

But if he can get off like that again, well. He’s not going to complain about it.

Re: trans artemy/daniil oral FILL

[(Anonymous)]

CW: A bit of not-so-modern language.

"I never knew it's possible" said Artemy with a hint of jealousy in his voice. He sat on Dankovky's bed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

After he accidentally had walked in on Dankovsky changing and after he had given a decent amount of apologies he wanted to learn all about methods in which could make his body more his own.

"You mentioned performing breast removal in the past" responded Daniil, not looking up from his papers. "Why are you surprised that people adjust their bodies to match their souls?"

"I meant... " he gestured vaguely towards his crotch, "removing that what is sick is easier than joining the healthy things."

"I am not saying that what we have now is perfect. Young doctor from abroad visited my Thanatica and offered me the changes and I agreed, I can't say I am not satisfied with the result." Daniil let out a deep sigh. "I would have given you the information on the surgery, if not for the fate of my Thanatica."

"I am sorry for bringing that up, oynon." Bachelor still was grieving the loss of his creation. "I wouldn't be able to use it for myself, anyhow."

Daniil showed his documents to the side of the desk and looked at Artemy.

"That method is still highly experimental. I was pretty satisfied with what I had before, but I decided to trust that surgeon mostly in the name of making those, who suffered more from the incongruence. If I hadn't been forsaken by the Powers, I would write to that man if you asked me to."

Artemy smiled weakly, considereing his next words, but Daniil decided to look directly at him as if he wanted to burn holes in Artemy's clothes.

"I normally wouldn't agree to this," man started carefully, "but since we are both doctors and both men of the same kind I will allow for some questions."

Artemy knew that he should choose something less personal, mask his interest as purely curiosity, but he couldn't stop the first thing that left his throat.

"Is this pleasurable?"

Daniil gave him a dirty look.

"I see that you are very straightforward with this." He crossed his legs. "It's pecular to explain. It's not behaving like a natal genitalia would, but I would say it's as pleasurable before the operation but at the same different. If you have a skilled partner that knows how to listen, you can have quite delight."

"I can say I have a lot of personal experience on receving end of that pleasure," Artemy chuckled, mentally cursing himself for sharing that with Dankovsky, who reacted by smirking devilishly after hearing his words.

"But you can listen well, I can tell. Let's follow your customs and trade. I will give you pleasure and I will teach you about my body in return."

"It seems that you will receive pleasure from both parts of this trade" Artemy was barely able to look at Dankovsky.

"I like being forward. Does it seem like a fair trade for you?"

Artemy hesitated. He had no risk of being outed with Daniil, but he felt somewhat ashamed of baring himself to him, as if he was going to mocked for some reason by Daniil. He licked his lips. Tension between his legs urged him to rub them together and he would be damned if he tried to pleasure himself in front of Daniil. He could leave but he knew that he would be dreaming about putting other man's cock on his tongue.

"Yes" he responded not fully knowing what to expect but feeling anxious excitement for what was about to come.

Daniil stood up and started fiddling with the pin of his cravat.

"Strip" he ordered.

Artemy wasn't able to tell which article of clothing came off first but in a blink of an eye he sat naked on the bed looking at Daniil who had only his pants on. Two slightly jagged scars on Daniil's chest were beconing Artemy to touch them. The results weren't perfect, but Daniil still emanated sheer confidence and pride in his body.

"You will get to see my cock after you will receive your part of the deal first."

Artemy wanted to protest, wanting to see the rest of Daniil and learn in which way his body was similar and in which it differed from the other men Artemy had pleasure to taste, but Daniil planted a small kiss on his lips stealing the gift of speech from him. Next series of light kisses was planted on his jaw and neck. Artemy put one of his hands on the bed, the other on Daniil's smooth hair.

"Can I call you Tyoma?" Daniil asked and Artemy nodded. "Can I continue?" Artemy nodded again.

Artemy spread his legs as his neck and collarbone we were experiencing kiss after kiss. Delicate fingers touched his chest hair and just at that moment Artemy realized that Daniil didn't have his gloves on.

"Do you mind if I play with your chest?" Daniil asked confidently and Artemy nodded with enthusiasm.

He let on muffeled moan when between the kisses he received hand that was touching his left breast pinched his nipple. Daniil looked at Artemy and pinched his nipple again and smirked after seeing the reaction and seeing that Artemy covered his mouth with one hand to stiffle moans he lowered his head again, kissing, slightly biting and sucking on Artemy right breast.

"Do you like it?" He asked again. "Don't nod this time, use your words, Tyoma."

"Yes." Artemy uncovered his mouth, slightly.

"If you want to continue, lay on the bed" the man ordered giving Artemy some space.

Artemy listened and laid on his back, legs opened even wider. Daniil climbed onto the bed. For a moment, when Artemy was between Daniil's legs he noticed that the shorter man seemed to tower over him. Daniil lowered himself to plant on last kiss on Artemy's jaw and quickly moved his hand towards Artemy's sex.

"I am so glad to see you're already wet" he said, "if it becomes to intense don't be afraid to tell me to stop or slow down".

Artemy nodded again and before he could notice Daniil's head was between his legs and hot tounge was on parts of his body he hardly ever let anyone touch. Artemy gripped the sheets and bit his lip trying to keep quiet when the sucking sensation became primary thing he felt. Sucking and licking alternetated and Artemy couldn't get used to the rapid changes, he shut his eyes tight and try to angle himself towards the sensations. When Daniil stopped for a second to check with him he muttered "please, please" trying to chase his release.

Daniil put Artemy's legs on his shoulders and when Artemy's orgasm hit him he involuntarily clamped his legs tightly, as if he wanted instinctually keep Daniil's head in place.

Seconds later, when Artemy's breath slowed down,
He noticed that Daniil was no longer between his legs, but he sat at the edge of the bed, petting Artemy's head.

"I still want to pay you back for this, you know. Let me suck you off" he said while catching his breath.

"We will have to leave learning for another time then."

Re: FILL: trans artemy/daniil oral

[(Anonymous)]

Artemy lets out a soft breath. He holds Daniil’s length in his hand, his cock soft under the touch of his fingers.

“Are you done gawking, Burakh, or will you be staring at my dick for another hour?”

The larger man huffs. “I’m just interested in the handiwork of your cock, oynon.”

“For science, of course?” Artemy doesn’t need to look at Daniil to see the bemused look on his face. He feels his cheeks redden.

“Of course.”

His thumb rubs over the slit, a certain kind of wetness emanating from the tip. Artemy licks his lips. The thought of Daniil’s cock in his mouth makes his mouth water. He must look like a man dying of thirst.

Daniil shifts, breathing in softly. “If you want to…”

Artemy looks up to see the older man caressing his face, his cheeks a lovely shade of red. “Yes?”

Daniil sighs again. “If you want to, you can… put it in your mouth.”

It takes all of Artemy’s willpower to not grip Daniil’s cock as hard as he can. “Will that feel good for you?”

“Well,” Daniil shifts his hips forward, his cock merely centimetres away from Artemy’s face. “Let’s test that out. For science, of course.”

Artemy exhales, his breath warm against Daniil’s length. “Of course.”

He starts slowly, unsure, with his tongue lapping at the head of the length. Daniil’s legs tremble, his feet slightly lifting off the floor. Artemy holds his legs down by his knees, keeping him in place. The other man groans, covering his mouth with his hand in a lousy attempt to hide his sounds. Artemy moans softly in return, the vibrations running up Daniil’s length.

Artemy takes him in deeper, the feeling of Daniil’s cock overwhelming every part of him, both his thoughts and being. He doesn’t feel him harden in his mouth, but Daniil’s loud moans tell him that he is doing more than a good job. The thought of that gets him wet underneath his trousers, causing him to grind on Daniil’s boot for some kind of relief.

“Oh, oh, Artemy, Artemy,” Daniil moans, his hands gripping Artemy’s hair. His grip is tight, his nails digging into his scalp, almost drawing blood. It’s painful, but Artemy wants more.

Oh god, Artemy wants more. He wants Daniil to ruin him, to cut him open and devour him, to consume him. And he wants to do the same to him, to not only turn him from the inside out but to feel it too. God, he wants, he wants to—

“Tyoma!” Daniil yells, fully shoving Artemy’s head down his cock. They stay like that for a moment, tired and sweaty and wonderful before Daniil releases his grip on him, slouching on the chair. He looks down to see Artemy, hair dishevelled, wet lips and…

…grinding on his boot.

Daniil coughs. “Do you… do you want me to…”

Artemy nods, his eyes those of a beggar. “Please, Danya.”

The two of them shuffle around in a more comfortable place—the creaky bed—and a more preferable position—Artemy hovering over Daniil’s face—before proceeding further.

The Bachelor looks up at Artemy, caressing his stomach with a lopsided grin on his face. “Are you ready?”

Despite his growing wetness, Artemy suddenly feels himself go shy. “Are you sure?”

Daniil blows on Artemy’s cunt—which Artemy shivers at—before running a thumb over his dick. “I try to return favours, Burakh, and this one seems the most appealing.”

“And here I thought you were doing this for science, oynon,” he murmurs, trying to hold his hips back from bucking into Daniil’s mouth.

Daniil smiles in that warm yet cocky way he always does. “Well, I suppose making love is an experiment within itself. Ubi concordia, ibi victoria—“

Artemy shoves his hips forward, shutting Daniil up immediately. Daniil takes it in stride, lapping his tongue over his folds, tasting him on the soft flesh. When Artemy trembles, he moves to his dick, sucking it hard as if he wanted to consume him whole.

Daniil eats him out like a starving man, enveloping his being with just the flick of his tongue. Artemy can feel the edge of his teeth as well, lightly grazing over his folds. He knows he won’t hurt him, but a small part of him wants him to—to pick him apart in a way no one else can. He wants him to pour his blood into his veins, to change him, to please him, in his way and his way alone.

And all too quickly, everything is too much for Artemy. The obscene sounds, the hot touches, the press of tongue against flesh, of nails against sun-kissed thighs—

With a shout, Artemy comes. His legs shake almost violently, making the bed creak slightly. After a moment, he pulls his weight away in order to not crush Daniil, who has a very smug look on his face.

Proud of his handiwork, Daniil sits up, licking the come off his lips. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’d consider that experiment a success.”

Artemy frowns at the way Daniil beams with a smirk. Readjusting himself, he replies, “I don’t know. Maybe we have to do a second test run.”

It’s quick, but Artemy sees Daniil’s eyes gleaming with excitement. “For science?”

Artemy grins. “For science.”

bad grief/andrey

[(Anonymous)]

is anyone still active here. anyways there should be more bad grief/andrey stuff out there... literally anything of them will do just please