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Not OP, but I really liked how Daniil was able to play 'indignation' so well. That was also an excellent contrast to Artemy who stumbles at an unexpected turn in their dialogue and thinks of the whole thing as 'silly playacting', but is still willing to give it a shot for Daniil.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this fill and was really interested to see your interpretation (and maybe, maybe ended up a little inspired to give it a crack myself). Thanks for sharing!

Seconded, it's what they deserve ;-;

HI OP HERE this was really really good!!!! the ending as really , rreally soft im :pleading:

this prompt is SO big brained. i'm sorry for the delay i wanted to serve this way sooner. note: the word 'cunt' is used to refer to genitals

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Peter is long limbed and stretched from every one of his corners. And still, he sits on Artemy’s wide bed like he is out of place, trying to find the right way to lie down. He’s been here several nights before, now, and each time he chooses a different side of the bed to sit on, reaching for Artemy’s hands and pulling him in with an act of caution.

He isn’t a very nice man. His motions are polite, but not at all steady; Peter’s hands are wide over Artemy’s bare stomach, feeling the strong muscle and the softer skin around it, all while he fumbles with his pants to undress him quickly. Experience hidden below a deep fog that fills his mind. Artemy can see him admire his cock and the generous outline through his pants. He’d kill to see Peter’s mouth around it.

So he helps him, sliding his hand beneath his waistline, slipping his trousers down just enough that his underwear drags against the underside of his cock in a way that makes Artemy tingle. He grasps himself and strokes slow, and leads Peter forward with a hand on the back of his head. Peter looks up and gives himself up, mouth slack, parting with no restraint or resistance. It’s heavenly, just dragging the head of his cock on Peter’s tongue.

“There you go,” Artemy purrs, stroking his hair. Peter leans forward to take his cock into his mouth, leading with his tongue. Peter’s mouth is warm, with his slack jaw and the hum in the back of his throat. Artemy wants to kneel on his bed and lean forward, help Peter on to his back and take him a little further. Wants to see how his eyes brighten while keeping their lidded, sleepy look.

Peter’s hand moves to the underside of Artemy’s cock, stroking him with his thumb. He brings his hand up and pulls on the skin, gentle and calm, to drag his tongue over the slit and head. Artemy feels the rush of weakness inside him, shooting down into his legs. In response, he runs his fingers back through Peter’s hair again and gathers it up, pulled behind his ears and held in one broad hand. Artemy guides him farther down his cock, his other hand finding Peter’s cheek to touch. He does not pull Peter with grace or patience but is met with such in return, as Peter’s throat takes him, slowly.

With his hair out of his eyes, Peter looks up. He’s hunched forward to angle himself properly for Artemy, but he still angles his head back as much as his neck can allow him. He wants to keep that kind of look on him.

But - Artemy pulls Peter’s mouth from his cock, kneels forward on his mattress, and guides Peter to his back. Peter understands and lays his arms up above his head, hair and head still gathered in Artemy’s hands, lips ajar. He looks tired and languid and still watches him with maintained experience, welcoming Artemy back into his throat when he kneels over his chest and guides his cock back into Peter’s waiting mouth.

It’s very warm. The angle is so much better. Artemy has to hold himself back from just sinking to the root, testing if Peter could take him so quickly. He keeps Peter’s head supported with one of his hands, the other resting above in the bed to keep Artemy held up. Peter moves his head as best he can, servicing Artemy with his tongue more insistently. He hums; he breathes audibly. It feels good.

Artemy says something, but it is idle praise. He tests Peter’s limit and angles his hips down, welcoming Peter against his stomach, mouth to hilt. The sound that comes from Peter’s throat is divine, something like gagging that soon becomes an invigorated gasp for air. Peter looks up at him, hungry. He gives Artemy a pinch on his thigh that he recognizes, and with great regret, Artemy pulls his cock from Peter’s throat.

He doesn’t waste time drawing down his body, stepping free from his trousers and joining Peter in complete nudity.. Peter’s hips are easy to lift and slot against his own, moving between his legs to slowly press the head of his cock into him. The way Peter holds himself up with his legs wrapped tight around Artemy’s hips gives him the confidence to drag his hand from Peter’s hip to between his legs, pressing his thumb against the skin and spreading him open, wider for his cock. He can see Peter’s eyes roll back in a rare moment of vulnerable surprise, but the tension rolls out of him as Artemy presses farther inside.

He already knows he doesn’t have to wait and adjust for Peter. Artemy grabs his leg and works him open, a knee on the edge of the mattress to give him a better angle. He pulls Peter’s body in and shudders at the quiet sound he makes, all breath and sighs and not much for words. Artemy already knows who makes the most noise out of the two of them; it is Artemy himself, as he starts to lean forward, support Peter on his thigh, then on the bed, finding just how far he can bend him back.

Far, it seems. Peter’s arms find Artemy’s shoulders, and he tugs him closer as Artemy grinds down his hips to fuck him harder. The slow pace that Peter embraces him rivals the sharp movement of Artemy’s hips, providing him a place to lower his head and grunt, gasp, and groan. Artemy hangs his head over Peter and listens to him breathe sharp, yet quiet, as if he’s keeping silent to hear Artemy’s own snarl.

Artemy gets his hands under Peter’s thighs and pulls him up. The sound of surprise as his cock sinks to the hilt inside Peter is enough to make Artemy’s head swim.

Peter’s blunted nails feel sharp in his back. He drags him in and Artemy services him, rocking his hips like he can’t catch the wrong pace, holding Peter open at just, just the right angle. Artemy drags Peter against him for just a moment, providing the full swell of his cock, and he breaks the veneer of his silent breathing to hear Peter yelp.

His own fingers bend, gripping his thighs just enough to ache. Artemy drops a hand down into the bed to catch himself, give himself just the right angle to hit him harder, harder, the right, right spot, the kind that makes Peter clench down around him as if he’s keeping him in there. Artemy fills his lungs with a hard breath and, with one last press of his cock inside of him, pulls out, the hand on the bed reaching for his cock to help his release down on to Peter’s body.

The absence comes as a shock. Peter grabs Artemy’s other hand, which makes him fall the short distance to the bed after he yanks it free, and presses his warm fingers against his well worn cunt. Artemy fills him with his fingers, slipping in as easy as he had with his cock, pressing his thumb right against his swollen clit. Peter’s hand remains over him, as if he is guiding Artemy into him, curling inside and helping him find the fall, and when it hits him he draws Artemy deep into him, until his knuckles drag against his hair.

Artemy is breathing harder than Peter, keeping himself inside with the torment of his thumb. Peter looks good when he falls open like this. If they were in a better position to excuse it, he’d lay down next to him, still inside. Peter clenches hard against Artemy, once again finally finding it in him to groan louder than the rest. Artemy circles his clit with his thumb through Peter’s orgasm, watching his eyes squeeze shut and shoot open in his throes.

When it is just them, and their two bodies, Peter seems to fall to quick peace once more, closing his eyes and breathing slowly once more. Artemy looks to the mess he made over his stomach, and resists the compulsion to cough.

“You - need me to get you-?”

“No… I’m fine.”

Peter drags himself back with his arms, sitting up. There are streaks of Artemy down his stomach, and when he sits up, it settles down between his legs. Artemy looks away, becoming too aware of their evening.

“I’ll be back,” Artemy murmurs, stepping from the bed, grabbing his trousers off the floor as he walks to the washroom.

“I’ll be here,” Peter says quietly, rolling his head back into a dream.

what it says on the tin. maybe they fuck. maybe they don't. im talking pride and prejudice hand flex scene levels of agony. make me YEARN anon

eva fucking andrey with a big strap. just absolutely destroying him. and then she's very soft and tender in the aftercare

*bonus points if one or both of them are trans
* extra bonus points if andrey drools

I really liked the tone of this fill. There was a dream-like quality to it that suits anything involving Peter, but I particularly like that, strangely enough, it's coming through so strongly in Artemy's POV. I also liked how richly detailed the physical aspects of this piece were. There's a lot of emphasis on sensation and reaction and bodies, but it still feels... idk, tasteful? It's just very well written. I had a lot of fun with this exploration of a cool rare-pair. Thanks for sharing!

SECONDED

Saburov sucking Victor's dick. Victor has a strong guiding hand. Saburov gets a little cock crazy in the end

idk i just think he's hot. var/daniil, vartemy, whoever!

OP, this is so valid. I hope this prompt gets filled.

HEWWO im on this op

Rubin hated the way Artemy looked at him, sheepish, apologetic, even as he invited Rubin into his and Daniil’s shared bed, so sorry to impose. It didn’t suit him, that strained politeness — but then Rubin didn’t know what suited Artemy in their six years apart. He couldn’t pretend to know what suited him in bed, he shouldn’t care, but here he was, anyway, an ill-fitting houseguest.

He could bear Daniil’s looks better, the intent, almost-intellectual curiosity as Rubin stripped off his layers and tried not to feel self-conscious. Already naked, Daniil crawled forward on his knees and hooked his hands into Rubin’s waistband. “Let me,” he said.

Watching them, Artemy’s eyes softened, and Rubin’s pulse quickened. “Go on, then,” Rubin muttered.

Slowly (making a show of it, Rubin realized) Daniil exposed him, kissed the crease of his hip, scraped the soft skin of his stomach with his teeth then lavished it with tongue. An electric longing crept up Rubin’s spine, and idly, gently Daniil traced the shape of his cock, coaxing it to hardness.

The bed dipped with the shift in weight, as Artemy leaned forward. And Daniil, Daniil surged forward like a serpent, and swallowed Rubin down as deep as he would go — Rubin cursed with the suddenness, the lightning-heat of it. Daniil’s eyes were still on him, lidded and languid, as he pulled back on Rubin’s cock, lips stretched and obscene around it.

“Fuck, oynon —“ That was Artemy. The wanting, wordless groan that followed, that was Artemy, too.

Daniil laughed, so close Rubin could feel it, nerves alight with it. “Yes, that’s the idea. No need to be shy about it. You can touch me, if you like.” He nuzzled into Rubin’s thigh. “You, too. Pull my hair.”

And then his mouth was wrapped around Rubin once more, and Rubin carded and combed his fingers through Daniil’s hair. He pulled, and Daniil rewarded him with a reverberating moan.

All the while, Artemy stroked Daniil’s back, and Daniil arched eager into his broad hands. He swept a hand around Daniil’s midsection, down where Rubin couldn’t see, but he felt it in how Daniil shuddered around him, how he tilted back his head and sucked at Rubin’s cock with a new, searching hunger.

He imagined Artemy working the other man open, parting his folds with strong, solid fingers, sinking them deep inside — it made him dizzy as Daniil’s tongue and the warmth of his breath. He braced a hand on Daniil’s shoulder, another on the bed.

He wasn’t prepared when Daniil drew off of him, lips swollen, eyes dark, face and shoulders flushed. “Tyoma, please …” Daniil whimpered the please. “Hold me up. Hold me to your chest while Stakh fucks me … Stakh, fuck me, finish inside of me …”

Artemy glanced up at Rubin, started to ask, “Is that what you …”

Rubin snarled his impatience. “What are you waiting for?”

Then Artemy sat up, lifted Daniil into his lap, spread Daniil’s thighs wide with one hand, the other still pinned between his legs — Rubin could see now how Artemy fucked Daniil with his fingers, three buried inside him, palm pressed to his clit. How, even as Artemy withdrew, he still lingered over Daniil’s clit, and Daniil twitched and panted.

Daniil’s dark eyes reached out for Rubin. “Come,” he said, and that was all the urging Rubin needed.

If the lightning-heat of Daniil’s mouth had lanced through Rubin’s body, the heat of his body was a lightning-storm that shook him to his bones. He bit his lip against an inarticulate moan — when he rocked into Daniil, Artemy was on the other side, looking at them with —

Wonder. Raw, wanting wonder. Rubin closed his eyes, he had to. Artemy stroked Daniil until he clenched around Rubin with a breathless cry, brought up Daniil’s mouth and kissed him, and Rubin came undone beside them, unable to bear the heat, the light, the wonder they had shared.

bonus points if it’s trans daniil and cis artemy.

extra bonus points if artemy’s never done this before and daniil’s cool and patient while artemy writhes on his fingers.

OP HERE I OWE YOU MY LIIIIFE!!!

I really liked Daniil's decisiveness and confidence in this one. He knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it to play out. This worked especially well contrasted against Rubin's awkwardness at how fits in to all of it. What really made that for me is how Rubin responds to his feelings of uncertainty with aggression. That felt true to character. Finally Artemy is the one losing it, being around these two people who clearly mean a lot to him. Just an excellent slice of character study through porn. Great fill!

a!a here, and i'm so glad those aspects of characterization come across for you. porn as a character study is my favorite thing, and i'm just ... entirely flattered by your comment. thank you!

thank you!!!!! i'm glad you liked it!~

I WANT ANDREY TO OBLITERATE THIS TWINK. intense!!!!!! i want andrey to tease him, i want daniil to forget every word but andrey’s name, i want him to have daniil screaming (and still wanting more)

also if one or both are trans that would be cool

SECONDED i'm all up for Andrey getting pegged

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seconded and the title had me cackling

They were in the Broken Heart’s basement. Grief had asked to meet him there to talk business and after less than five minutes, Grief was on his knees, naked, one hand on Andrey’s thigh, moving it up and down, and the other touching Andrey’s cock through the fabric of his pants.

“C’mon,” he said, his eyes never moving away from Andrey’s. “Let me suck you,” he bit his lip as he moved his hands to Andrey’s zipper before having his head pulled forward, a mean hand on his hair, his mouth pressed against Andrey’s crotch.

“Fucking beg for it, then,” he said and Grief got to work, mouthing at Andrey’s still clothed dick. Grief moaned as he touched Andrey through his pants, small pleas of please escaping his lips. A whimper left his lips as he kissed Andrey’s erection, nuzzling his thighs. Andrey’s grip on his hair tightened. He loved seeing Grief lose control. “Louder,”

Grief was breathing heavy when he spoke again. “Please, Andrey, I need it,” Andrey chuckled at that. Grief was cute when he was desperate, the tips of his ears turning a nice shade of red. He moved his hand from Grief’s hair to his face, his thumb slipping into his mouth, making the other man moan softly as he eagerly sucked on Andrey’s finger.

“Good boy,” he said and Grief blushed, the red bringing out his freckles. “Let’s put that mouth to some good use, huh,” he pulled his thumb from the other man’s mouth, and Grief undid Andrey’s zipper, pulling his pants down. His cock slapped Grief’s face softly when it was finally freed and Grief eagerly took it in his hands, licking the underside of it. Andrey pulled at his hair again and Grief looked at him, moving his head down and sucking on his balls, making Andrey moan softly.

A smirk broke on Grief’s face at that. “You’re so big,” he said and then took Andrey into his mouth. No matter how many times they did this, Andrey would always be surprised at how easily Grief did that, sucking him with no problems, eyes rolling at the back of his head. Andrey tightened his grip on Grief’s hair and pulled him to his crotch, his cock touching the base of his throat, and kept him there. When he finally let go, Grief gasped loudly, small tears in his eyes, his lips red and bruised, a strand of spit still connecting his dick to Grief’s mouth, but still whined at the loss, licking the side of his cock, smiling and kissing it until he reached the tip.

“Look at that,” Andrey said as Grief sucked his dick again. “It’s so easy to turn you into a slut, Grisha,” the other man moaned at the nickname before pulling away, laying his cock on his face. “Are you really that hungry for it?” he teased as he petted Grief’s hair.

“I love your cock,” Grief nuzzled his dick, his voice was starting to get hoarse but Grief didn't seem to care. Instead, slapped himself with Andrey’s dick, and smiled. “Please fuck my mouth, Andrushka,”
Andrey laughed at that. “How could I say no when you’re being so cute and desperate,” he pulled hard at Grief’s hair and the other man opened his mouth wide, tongue sticking out, eyes half lidded. Grief squirmed under his look, whimpering softly, until Andrey finally drove himself into the wet heat of Grief’s mouth.

The pace was relentless. Andrey fucked his mouth like a desperate man, hard and merciless, and Grief took it all with no resistance, his moans and whines vibrating against his cock and making Andrey go faster. He could feel himself getting closer and closer and he pulled at Grief’s hair until the other man was looking at him, cock still in his mouth.

“I’m close,” he said and Grief grabbed his hips mean and possessive, not letting him move away from him. Andrey grinned at that and kept fucking his mouth until he came down his throat, Grief’s name on his lips. When he finally pulled away, one hand grasping a nearby box so he wouldn’t fall from how hard his legs were trembling, Grief stood up and kissed Andrey, more teeth than anything else, and he could taste himself on the other man’s tongue, bitter and hot.

Andrey was still kissing him when he spoke again. “Don’t go yet,” he said. “I’ll close the bar soon minutes and then I can fuck you proper,”

It was Grief’s turn to laugh. “Aren’t you a master of aftercare,” he answered and Andrey groaned in his mouth. He took one of Andrey’s hands and led it to his pussy, making him feel how wet he was. Andrey fingered him lazily and Grief moaned. “Be quick, Stamatin, or I’ll take care of it myself,”

Andrey bit Grief’s bottom lip before pulling away, taking his fingers into his mouth and tasting Grief before he left he bar’s basement.

Whoo! I'm so glad this one got filled :) I really liked the parallel of how both of them had their mean little moments, grabbing at each other to get what they wanted. Very in keeping for the town's two main black-market traders.

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