DAMIR
The silence in my room was too heavy. Too thick. I could hear Eli breathing, soft and fast like he was standing on the edge of something he couldn't name. I didn't move. I didn't dare. Not when his eyes looked at me like that glassy, full of something dangerous, determined.
Then he touched my chest.
A simple press of his fingers, and I let him guide me backward. I sat on the edge of the bed, every muscle in my body pulled tight, locked between instinct and reason. My hands curled into the sheets beside me. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
He knelt between my legs.
My breath caught.
"Eli…" My voice cracked with restraint.
"Don't stop me," he whispered.
He reached for my belt, and I froze. Not because I didn't want it.. shit, I wanted it….but because I couldn't believe it was really happening. The buckle came undone with a soft clink, and I was still holding on to control by a thread.
He unzipped me. Pulled my throbbing cock out.
The cool air hit my cock, already hard and leaking, and I almost lost it right there. His eyes widened just a little. His lips parted. And that small, reverent gasp he gave me…fuck.
"Still think I'm a kid?" he asked, low and defiant.
I groaned, head falling back.
I couldn't look at him when he leaned forward and kissed the tip. It was too much. My thighs tensed, breath staggering out of me like I'd been punched. And then….shit…his tongue. His fucking tongue.
He licked slowly, tracing along the underside like he was exploring something sacred. Every nerve in my body lit up. I didn't move. I couldn't. My fists clenched the sheets tighter, jaw locked against the sounds threatening to escape me.
Then he took me in.
His mouth was sin.
Warm, wet, eager…his tongue moved like he'd been made to ruin me. My head fell back against the pillows, fingers buried in his soft hair as he took me deeper, inch by inch, lips stretched beautifully. I could barely breathe, couldn't even process how fucking good he felt. My muscles tensed, jaw clenched.
"Blyad'," I hissed, the Russian curse slipping from my lips like a prayer. "Eli… suka, don't stop."
He didn't. His hands were on my thighs, gripping hard, controlling the pace like he knew exactly how to drive me insane. The suction, the little moans he let out around me…damn, they vibrated up my spine and had me cursing again, rougher this time.
"Chyort voz'mi… baby, fuck…." I choked, hips jerking. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
My control snapped when he looked up at me, eyes watery and dark with desire, mouth stretched wide. That image would haunt me forever. Beautiful. Filthy. Mine.
I grabbed the base of my cock, pulling him off with a gasp because if I didn't, I was going to come down his throat. "Enough," I growled, voice thick. "Get up here."
His lips were swollen, slick, and he climbed up into my lap like he owned me.
And he did.
Now, with the heat between us thick enough to burn, everything shifted. The air was soft with the scent of the earlier rain drifting in through my cracked windows. My lamp painted the walls with golden shadows, barely illuminating the outline of his body.
Eli sat on my lap, straddling me, those cursed tight shorts hugging his thighs, and baggy hoodies hiding his beautiful body, exposing the delicate curve of his waist and the slope of his shoulders.
He leaned in, his lips grazing mine. Not quite a kiss. Just a tease. "Damir."
My hands rested on his thighs, firm but trembling. "What are you doing to me?"
He tilted his head, resting his forehead against mine. "Something you want. Something I want."
I closed my eyes. Every cell in my body screamed to touch him, to take him. But I couldn't….shouldn't….not unless I knew for sure. "Eli."
"Hmm?"
"You… you know what you're doing, don't you?"
His hands slid under my shirt, fingers ghosting over my stomach. "I know what I want."
"You don't have to prove anything to me."
"I'm not proving anything. I just want to feel you." He paused. Then added, in a whisper so fragile it nearly broke me: "I've never done this before."
My breath stopped.
I pulled back, stared into his face, searching. "You mean…."
He nodded. "I've never… never had anyone. Not really. I wanted you to be the first."
Something inside me snapped. The control I'd built, the restraint I had wrapped around my desires like chains….it all cracked.
"Eli." My voice was low, nearly a growl. I gripped his hips, trying to keep myself grounded. "You don't say things like that unless you want to be ruined."
He smiled. That smile. So soft. So sure. "Maybe I want to be."
The air around us thickened.
I kissed him hard. No teasing. No hesitation. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding, tasting, exploring. I lifted him effortlessly and turned us over, laying him gently onto the bed. His body arched toward me instinctively.
I pulled back long enough to drag his shirt up, revealing his smooth chest, soft skin. My lips found his collarbone, trailing kisses, bites, until he whimpered beneath me. I removed his shorts next, slowly, reverently, as if peeling away armor.
He was beautiful. Every inch of him. And mine.
I undressed too, watching his eyes devour me, not with fear but hunger.
"Krasavchik….I'll go slow," I promised.
He nodded, eyes wide and glistening.
I reached into my nightstand for a syrup anything slick, my hands shaking. This meant more than just sex. This was the moment I claimed him…not just his body, but his trust, his heart.
I loosened him gently, watching his reactions, every twitch and gasp. He clutched my shoulders, burying his face in my neck. "It feels strange. But not bad."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"It doesn't. I want more."
I kissed him again, aligning our bodies. My heart thundered. "Ready?"
He nodded.
I pushed in slowly, and he gasped, eyes fluttering shut. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stop once I was fully inside. He was so tight, so hot around me I almost lost my mind.
"Eli… detka… are you okay?"
"Y-yeah… just… keep going."
I moved, inch by inch, careful, reverent. He clung to me, moaning softly, legs wrapping around my waist.
When I hit that spot inside him, he cried out.
I did it again. Harder this time.
He arched, gasping. "Damir! Oh my god…"
I swallowed every sound he made with kisses, pouring all my love, my obsession, my addiction to him into every thrust.
He tightened around me, body trembling. "I'm gonna….nghh…Damir….!"
"Let go, Dragotsennyy….Let go for me."
He came, crying out my name, and I followed seconds later, spilling inside him, burying my face in his neck, overwhelmed by everything he was.
We stayed like that for minutes. Maybe hours. I didn't care.
He kissed my cheek, sleepy. "Was it okay?"
I looked at him, amazed. "You were perfect. You are perfect."