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bachelor/haruspex, begging

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil is usually very patient and doesn’t beg often. Artemy likes to push his limits when they have sex, just to see if he can get that proud/arrogant mask to drop. One time, Artemy just keeps teasing and over stimulating Daniil, driving him absolutely crazy, until Daniil grabs him and says, “oh my god put it in me I can’t take it anymore”. Rail that boy.

Bonus points for describing how much of a mess Daniil is and how attracted Artemy is to him. I headcanon Daniil as trans so it would be great if you could include that.

(FILL) bachelor/haruspex, begging (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Artemy looks at him as though dividing him into sections for easier disassembly. And, perhaps, that’s exactly what he’s doing. Daniil doesn’t really mind the look in his eyes, leaning back in his seat with his arm slipped over the side. If Artemy wants to stare, well, who is Daniil to deny him the simple pleasure of admiring his body? Daniil turns his head, tilts it down to read the book on his desk, and toys with the clasp of his pin. Idly, like he doesn’t notice the shift in Artemy’s posture once his neck is exposed, like his peripherals don’t latch onto the trajectory of Artemy’s eyes. His fingers rest on his collarbone, pushing the top button of his shirt undone.

In one easy movement, Artemy is his. “How long are you going to tease me, Daniil?” Daniil knows his smile betrays his understanding. He’s not coy in the least, but then he’s always been proud of the way he can capture a man’s attention. Even men who insisted he was not their type fell to him in the end. Daniil is just good at getting what he wants, and Artemy is no different. He hears a groan at the expression on his face, and uncrosses his legs so they fall open a little, eyes focused on the lines of his book.

Or so he would have Artemy think. Artemy clearly isn’t buying it, setting his own book aside on the bed and standing. He crosses to where Daniil sits, leaning into his space to kiss his neck. His scruff tickles Daniil’s skin, but he holds his body still, not wanting to let onto the goosebumps that rise on his skin. He wants Artemy to work for his reward. He’ll get there in good time, anyway. Artemy’s hand is soft against his cheek, teeth scraping against his neck as he kisses with intent. His hand skims the surface to the clasp of his pin, fidgeting with it. It comes loose rather easily, and Daniil hears the clink of the metal set against his desk.
His hand goes next to Daniil’s thigh, pushing it open. Daniil tries to slide his other leg over, but finds himself stopped in place by Artemy’s knee resting in the chair right in front of his lap. He acquiesces; Artemy has made it impossible now to look anywhere else, hand curved to direct Daniil’s gaze toward him. Daniil smiles in a way he hopes comes across as oblivious, infuriating but pleasant. Whatever his expression implies, Artemy ignores. He touches the corner of Daniil’s lips with his own, and Daniil starts to follow, eyes lidded.

He pulls back before Daniil can catch up to him. His lips linger on Daniil’s chin, right hand tugging the fabric from around his neck. Daniil guess his trajectory, and knocks his head back to let Artemy press soft kisses to his throat. He squirms in his seat, groin pressing against Artemy’s knee. His fingers curl against the page of his book, not quite ready to admit defeat. He won’t rut against Artemy’s knee. Aroused, yes, but he’s not desperate. His head comes down to rest his chin on Artemy’s hair as his eyes flick back to his book, Artemy’s fingers working on the top button of his shirt.
Daniil feels Artemy’s nose brush against a sideburn, a small warning before teeth start to tug on his ear lightly. His hasty left hand drifts to Artemy’s hip, but he holds his own in place. Artemy knows his weak points, kissing the section behind his ear, making his way back to Daniil’s jaw. He pinches, softly, and Daniil’s eyes flutter shut, reminding himself to breathe even.

A weight seems to move from his chest, and he realizes that Artemy has managed to undo his vest buttons while he was otherwise occupied. Heat burns in Daniil’s cheeks, but the sudden splash of color is all he’ll permit Artemy to see. He turns the page of his book idly, trying not to get caught up in watching his shirt stripped away. Artemy’s fingers are so light on his stomach that he shifts, rubbing against Artemy’s knee, and curses internally, blinking rapidly. Artemy is starting to win.

Artemy tugs at the strap of his binder with a little whine, lips moving along Daniil’s shoulder wetly. Daniil’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, his breath stuttering as Artemy’s hand slips up his binder to touch his cleavage. His hands are warm and rough against Daniil’s cold and sensitive skin, and he feels his nipples harden at the promise of fingers that never quite touch them. Artemy leaves his binder pulled up as he sinks to the floor, his hands pulling Daniil’s hips to a slouch in the chair. He kisses along Daniil’s stomach, working at the button and zipper of his trousers. He slides Daniil’s pants down to his knees and works his way back up, the scratch of his beard titillating on the inside of Daniil’s thighs.
By the time his mouth presses against Daniil’s clothed sex, the fabric of his undergarments have gone damp. “You’re not really interested in that book, Kheerkhen,” he says, kissing up Daniil’s stomach. His fingers slide under Daniil’s thighs, pulling him forward.

And Daniil lets himself be manhandled. “I suppose not,” he agrees, book falling to a close on the desk. He inclines his head to take Artemy’s kiss, but misses. Artemy’s mouth lands on his neck, lips pressed to his pulse and nipping. Daniil frowns, wrapping his legs around Artemy’s chest. Artemy pushes at his shoulder for his coat to fall on the back of the chair he sits on, and Daniil assists. He starts to pull his binder over his head and feels Artemy lean up on the chair, his lips closing over a nipple, pulling it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around. Daniil feels his heart race, frustrated with his position. He thinks of palming Artemy through his trousers, but there’s no easy way for him to reach from where he is.

The chill air of the room hits when Artemy moves his mouth to kiss back down Daniil’s stomach, pulling his undergarments off slowly. Daniil looks down the line of his body with impassivity, allowing Artemy to part his thighs and kiss the insides. Daniil threads his fingers through Artmey’s hair, tugging as moves inward, lips only lingering over Daniil’s folds for a moment before moving to the other thigh. Daniil tries not to let on to the way his grip tightens, body sliding another inch until his lower half hangs completely off the chair, but he loses a semblance of composure as an oiled digit slips between his cheeks, pressing against his hole.
“This would be easier on the bed.” Artemy says it casually, not waiting for a response before his tongue slides between Daniil’s folds.

“I’m fine,” Daniil says, but he knows his demeanor gives him away. He tips his head back, letting his hips roll against Artemy’s mouth. He doesn’t mind relaxing his body to let the finger press up inside of him, grinding his teeth to keep from biting his lip. Artemy’s mouth leaves his folds as he presses his finger in, kissing just below his navel and hooking Daniil’s right leg over his shoulder for support. Daniil plays at lazy, letting Artemy be the one to nudge his thigh open to give his finger more room to press in Daniil’s body.

A second finger rubs against his hole and his fingers tug in Artemy’s hair. Artemy takes the pull as encouragement to sink his teeth in Daniil’s thigh, fingers breaching his body. Daniil’s mouth parts and he wiggles, sex growing wetter, pushing himself down on Artemy’s fingers. Artemy sucks on his flesh, fingers spreading, and it’s almost too much. Artemy’s fingers slide out and back in slowly, tongue pressed flat against his skin, and Daniil huffs. He’s going to fall off the chair at this rate.

“Alright,” Daniil says. Artemy’s fingers twist, and pause, waiting for Daniil to continue. “We can move.”

Re: (FILL) bachelor/haruspex, begging (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

It doesn’t seem fair to Daniil that Artemy is still clothed while Daniil himself is nearly bare. Artemy doesn’t let him move himself, rearranging Daniil’s thighs to wrap around his waist and picking him up from the chair. It’s not a long walk to the bed, but Daniil could still protest. Wouldn’t be a good look on him, though, playing it as cool as he is. Better to let Artemy think this is how he expects to be treated. Artemy sets him down on the bed gently and kneels removes his boots, kicking them away before he kneels on the bed over Daniil.

Daniil removes his gloves and spreads his legs as a suggestion, but Artemy doesn’t reach for his belt or make any indication that their encounter is going to be progressing. Instead, he presses a finger to Daniil’s chest, and starts to…trace him, for lack of a better term. To plot his body out, down the middle, light over his navel, ending right at the start of his folds. He picks up and starts again, horizontally, from nipple to nipple, from hip to hip; and then, in spirals, over his heart, his lungs, his kidney. It’s oddly intimate, and Daniil doesn’t dare move.

Finally, Artemy leans down to kiss him. Daniil feels like he’s been starved, pulling a little too frantically at Artemy’s smock, loosing all the buckles he can reach and simply attempting to pull it up over his head when he fails to make a dent. He can feel Artemy’s lips in a smile against his own, and he reminds himself to go at it slower, to be the one to frustrate Artemy. Artemy does give into his demands, pulling away to drop his smock to the floor. Daniil runs his hands up Artemy’s stomach, feeling his own breath hitch when Artemy drops a kiss to his collarbone, kissing around his chest, circling his left nipple without ever taking it in mouth. His fingers just – tease his stomach, and Daniil finds himself rutting against nothing. Artemy’s hand finally makes it between his legs, but his fingers don’t really penetrate him. They simply linger.
He has half a mind to start pleasuring himself, but he’s determined not to let Artemy see him like that. He watches Artemy uncap the oil and drizzle it on his fingers, turning Daniil to his side to press his fingers between his cheeks again. It’s three this time, and Daniil can’t control the way his mouth opens and his hips shift back to shove them in further. His hands tighten in the sheets, rocking onto his back. Artemy’s other hand settles on his thigh, thumb caressing his folds, pressing down near the top. Daniil grinds up against his thumb, body throbbing.

Artemy twists his finger, and pulls them out. For a moment, he simply looks at Daniil, deciding what to do next. And Daniil stares back, hoping some word will come to mind for him to get things back on track. “You’d make such a pretty wreck,” Artemy tells him. Daniil nearly balks at him, but Artemy takes his lips again, fingers falling between his legs and rubbing him fast. His finger presses against his entrance, and Daniil’s riled up enough now that he accepts it easily, hands tight on Artemy’s sweater. His hand is shaky as he reaches down to rub the bulge of his trousers, and Artemy bucks against his hand, but it’s not enough to put Daniil in the lead. Artemy’s pressed a second finger inside him and curled his fingers.

And Daniil makes a simply embarrassing noise in return. His eyes are shut too tight to see the grin Artemy gives him, but he can feel it when he bites the other man’s lip. It’s smug.

“Take off your clothes.” Daniil intends his words to come out bossy, a command, but Artemy’s fingers are just shy of brushing right where he needs them. The words leave his mouth as a plea, and what it earns him is Artemy’s fingers pulled out and rubbing his folds. Fucking tease. Daniil gives a hard tug to the waistband of his trousers, and Artemy simply lets him, not responding to his command. His fingers are wet when they move, pushing his thigh to the bed and scooting down to wrap his lips around the top of his sex and suck. Daniil’s hips jerk, but there’s nowhere for him to go, feeling those fingers press inside him again. His fingers skirt around the areas that make Daniil’s toes curl, Daniil only half-realizing that he’s been trying to arch his body to bring them closer to where he needs. Artemy dodges his efforts every time, pulling back just when Daniil’s about to hit something.

He angles his hips, and presses down, only to find Artemy pulling his fingers out of his ass. “Artemy,” he says, and his voice comes out high-pitched and whiny. Artemy’s eyes flicker up, his tongue pressed flat against his folds and dragging up as he moves. He leans on his elbows, brow quirked. “Please,” Daniil says. It’s the closest he’s gotten to begging before. Fingers press between his folds and enter him again, and his grip tightens against the sheets. How long is he going to keep doing this?

Artemy considers him for a moment. “You look good like this,” he comments. “Mouth open, but you’re not saying anything. Legs spread, cheeks flushed, brown blown out by black in your eyes.”

“Please.” The word slips out before he can tell himself to calm down. How many fingers has Artemy slipped inside him now? It feels like four – oh, and he spreads them, and Daniil gasps audibly, Artemy’s stubble brushing his skin, those fingers curling toward him – “Please!”

“Please what?” Artemy asks. Daniil can hear his heart pounding in his ears, Artemy’s following the curve of his ass to press against his hole. He really is going to keep doing this all night, teasing him until it drives him crazy. And Daniil’s lost any semblance of control over his body, working his hips down on Artemy’s fingers, always chasing when Artemy starts to pull away. His teeth dig at his lip.

His body squeezes on nothing, and groans in his exhale. The words just slip out of his mouth: “Fuck me. Please, god. Put it in.
A horrible second passes in which Artemy doesn’t touch his body at all. Daniil watches him strip off his sweater and lean down, Daniil’s hands desperately clinging to the back of head, pulling him down for a kiss. Artemy’s tongue presses between his lips and he keens, legs wrapping around his partner’s waist. The fabric of his trousers is too much under his skin, and he starts trying to kick the fabric down with his heels. Artemy laughs him, a rumble that radiates through his chest. “You’re a mess, Danya,” he chides, but he does rock back onto his knees and start to pulls trousers down. Daniil watches him pull his cock out and stroke it, terrified for a moment that Artemy’s going to finish himself off and leave Daniil on his own. But Artemy doesn’t; he takes Daniil’s thigh in his hand and pulls it up to his chest, holding himself stead to press inside.
Daniil knows his traitorous body reacts before he can even hope to steel himself, though Artemy’s already called it. He’s a mess. “You look debauched,” Artemy says, free hand feeling up Daniil’s chest. “Like I said. Looks good on you.” His hips start to work, but slowly. “You’re really so gorgeous when you’re wanting, knuckles white in the sheets, back arched up to meet me.” Daniil flushes, and Artemy leans to kiss him, moves deliberate. “And I thought you looked good before. Nothing compares to this.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Artemy rolls his hips, and the noise that leaves his mouth is like a whimper. Artemy whispers meaningless encouragements into his ear, thrusts finally starting to pick up as Daniil squeezes around him. He puts a hand on Artemy’s back, digging his nails in, finally managing to groan out the word, “Faster.”
“Faster?” Artemy repeats, but his pace doesn’t quicken. It starts to slow to a crawl, even as Daniil squeezes on him. He looms over Daniil, movements stopped, staring at him. “You want me to go faster?”

“Please.” That word has fallen out of his mouth more times tonight than in the past two months put together. “I’m so –“ He swallows. His body throbs. Artemy puts a hand on his cheek, and he realizes it’s wet. He tries to grit his teeth, but it fails.

“Beautiful.” Artemy kisses his cheeks, brushing the tears away with his thumb. “How badly do you want it, Daniil? Would you get on your hands and knees for it?”

His pride squeezes at him. Any other time, any other person – it would be so easy to say no. But he finds himself rolling over without giving a proper answer, ass in the air. He feels Artemy shift, hears him tinkering with something in the background before his slicked-up cock rubs between his cheeks. “You’re pretty like this, too,” he praises, his hand on Daniil’s spine making him arch. The head of his cock pushes between his cheeks, against his entrance, and inside him. Daniil moans as he sinks in. “Seeing you like this… Hm. I never want to pull out.”

Daniil opens his mouth to tell him to get on with it, but his hips are gripped tight into a sharp thrust that leaves him shouting. Artemy hadn’t lied. With their bodies aligned he starts to snap his hips hard and fast, and Daniil knows he’s muttering nonsense under his breath as Artemy fucks him. He grips the sheets with a sudden intensity, body bursting with heat as Artemy presses into something that makes him shout. His legs tremble slightly, nearly giving way when he cries out, orgasm taking over. His vision goes spotty for a moment, and he hears Artemy curse behind him, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room as he feels Artemy tense and release. His body pulses around Artemy’s cock as his thrusts slow and stop.
He feels Artemy looking at him a moment longer before he pulls out, hands gentle as he turns Daniil to lay on his side. Artemy moves off the bed for a moment to remove his trousers completely, and lays back down with his arms wrapped around Daniil.

“You’re pretty in the aftermath, too,” he says, nose rubbing against his neck. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach. Daniil tries to scoff at him, but he doesn’t manage to make much of a noise. “Is pretty the wrong word? Handsome.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Daniil mumbles. Artemy kisses his neck. “I never beg like that,” he states, just so they have it on record. “Don’t expect me to do that again.”

Artemy laughs. “I know,” he says. “I don’t.”