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Guilherme loved evenings like this, the sun setting low over the city, casting hues of warm oranges and gold across the sprawling metro area. The breeze was comforting from their place on the balcony, Valentyn sat across from him, smoke drifting lazily into the air from the cigarette nestled between his fingers. Guilherme slid his fingers along the neck of his beer bottle, condensation dampening his fingertips, tipping his head back to take a long sip. He felt Valentyn's eyes on him, turning to face his boyfriend, a warm feeling as his eyes met the man's adoring gaze.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Guilherme smiled brightly, the sun creating a halo of light around Valentyn's swarm of dark curls.

The other man hummed, eyes full of a warm glowing love, "you should sit on my face."

Guilherme inhaled so quickly spit shot to the back of his throat, coughing loudly as he choked, the sound of Valentyn's laughter filling the air.

"What the fuck?" Guilherme squeaked, slapping roughly against his chest, clearing his throat through small coughs. "I was not expecting that answer."

Valentyn doubled over laughing, hand jostling the table where it sat, "my bad, just thought I'd let you know."

"Also," Guilherme started, expression perplexed "how am I supposed to 'sit on your face?' I'm gonna like, break your nose doing that."

Catching his breath, Valentyn let out a slow exhale to calm himself, "well first of all, no you would not, and anyways I would be honoured if you sat your ass down so hard on my face it broke my nose."

Guilherme scoffed lightly, an incredulous grin crossing his face, "yeah, I'm not fuckin' doing that."

"Ugh, what if I convinced you?" Valentyn pushed out his lips in an exaggerated pout, feigning a hurt expression to the other man.

"Really? How do you plan on convincing me?" Guilherme downed the rest of his beer, bottle clinking against the table.

"Hmm" Valentyn tapped his chin performatively, stubbing out his cigarette into the ashtray, "guess you'll have to find out." He pushed himself up from the patio chair, sliding open the screen door to reenter the home, leaving it slightly ajar as an invitation.

Guilherme sat still in the chair, watching the other man slowly trail away inside, eyes focusing in the gap left in the doorway. He slowly stood up, going through a realm of thoughts of what elaborate scheme Valentyn might be planning, taking his empty bottle with him as he continued back inside. The main living area was quiet, the only sign of the other man being soft sounds of rustling coming from Guilherme's bedroom, leading him to follow the trail of hints.

Valentyn was leant against the headboard, shirt off and stripped down to his boxers, broad chest in display. "Finally made it," a cheeky grin was plastered wide across his face, showing his teeth in a broad smile, "chop chop, clothes off."

Rolling his eyes with a small smile, Guilherme pulled his shirt over his head, unbuttoning his pants as he walked towards his bed. "I see you've already concocted a plan in that wild brain of yours, do your worst," Guilherme crawled onto the soft sheets, placing himself at Valentyn's feet.

"On my lap" Valentyn tutted, patting the bare skin of his upper thighs, beckoning Guilherme.

Dragging himself up the bed, Guilherme settled himself across the other man's lap, strong hands quickly finding their place against his ass. "So, care to share with the class what you plan on doing to me?" Guilherme connected their lips in a short kiss, cocking his head with a smile.

"I'm better at teaching hands on" Valentyn's expression was cocky, grin wide and toothy as he kneaded his hands against Guilherme's clothed ass. He leant forward to place another kiss against Guilherme's lips, a wet smack as he readjusted, pulling the other man down as he fell back against the pillows.

Guilherme ground his hips down slowly, a soft sound escaping Valentyn's mouth, fingers digging firmly into his ass cheeks. He loved riling Valentyn up, pushing all the right buttons to get his boyfriend exactly where he wanted him, knowing all the moves to get Valentyn ticking. Rolling his hips down harder, Guilherme drank up every low moan from Valentyn, wet tongue licking against his own. Valentyn's fingers dug harder into Guilherme's ass, hands dragging him back and forth on his lap, his hips bucking up into Guilherme. He felt Valentyn move a hand off his ass, patting around on the bed, the click of lube alerting Guilherme what he was exactly searching for.

"Is you plan fucking me until I say yes?" Guilherme laughed, pressing wet kisses down the other's neck.

"Hmm, something like that," Valentyn moved both of his hands off Guilherme, the lube supposedly being a two-handed job. He pushed Guilherme's boxers down, two slick fingers sliding down the cleft of his ass, the pads of his fingers massaging against the other's hole.

Humming softly, Guilherme arched back against Valentyn's touch, "well, I look forward to it." Valentyn continued circling around Guilherme's hole, pressing just his fingertips in before sliding them out, making the other man chase his touch. "Fuck, Val I swear to god," Guilherme choked back an embarrassing whimper, swallowing hard as he bucked his hips back against his touch. Burying his face into Valentyn's neck, Guilherme bit a bruise at the junction of his shoulder, lathing his tongue over the pale skin.

Moving his fingers away, Valentyn smiled wide as Guilherme whined against his collarbone, a sharp pinch to his side causing him to yelp, "jeez, you're so impatient."

"If you don't put your fucking fingers in me right now" Guilherme squeezed his thighs against Valentyn's hips, grinding down to prove a point.

"I have another suggestion if you wish to consider it."

Guilherme rolled his eyes at the smile apparent in his boyfriend's voice, "so set on this aren't you?" He looked up at Valentyn, a deep red flush trailing down to his chest, plump lips stretched into a smug smile.

"Oh yeah," Valentyn smiled wider, moving his fingers back to Guilherme's ass, pushing them in to the last knuckle.

Letting out a high whine, Guilherme flung his arms around Valentyn's neck, grinding back against the long fingers inside him. Feeling the fingers curl, he let out a pathetic moan, the calloused pads massaging over his prostate. Valentyn knew exactly how to take Guilherme apart, long fingers trained from years of playing guitar, pressing along Guilherme's nerve endings like chords to a well-practiced duet. "Please- Fuck fine I'll do it!" Guilherme's voice shook, body shaking against the onslaught of non-stop pleasure.

"Yay" Valentyn didn't stop his ministrations, pushing and pulling his fingers in small pumps, drawing more broken whimpers from the man in his lap. With a slow, drawn-out movement, he removed his fingers, wiping the lube off on the sheets. "Cmon, off" tapping Guilherme's side, he shifted the taller man off his lap, siddling himself down the bed.

Staring down at his boyfriend, Guilherme felt his chest heave, panting heavily. Valentyn's hair sprawled out in a dark brown halo of curls around his head, an oddly adorable smile on his face.

"Here, I'll guide you, straddle my shoulders" smoothing a gentle hand down Guilherme's thigh, Valentyn helped his boyfriend settle, knees bracketing his shoulders.

Pausing in a half-squat, Guilherme gingerly rested his hands on Valentyn's chest, petting the coarse hairs under his fingers. "This feels humiliating."

"It's 'boutta feel a lot better in a few seconds, you're not gonna crush me" Valentyn's hands wrapped around Guilherme's thighs, gently pulling him down. 

With a deep sigh, Guilherme let himself be pulled downwards, arching his back into the other man's face. A long lick along his hole drawing out a shaky moan, Guilherme let his legs slip further apart, settling himself comfortably. On many occasions Guilherme had let Valentyn eat him out, his boyfriend incredibly fond of having him fall apart on his tongue, the sensation of Valentyn's saliva drooling down his ass endlessly arousing. "Fuck-" Guilherme let out a small whimper, Valentyn growing more enthusiastic by the second, his tongue lapping pointed strokes along his ass.

The position made it so much different, his thighs beginning to shake from exertion, eyes falling shut as he began to grind softly circles against Valentyn. Rough fingertips gripped tightly at the top of his inner thighs, digging into the sensitive flesh, pressing against faded bruises from previous nights.

Valentyn stiffened his tongue, pressing it into Guilherme, pushing out a shuddered moan from the other man. "Ah! Val, oh my god-" his legs slipping even further apart, Guilherme let himself fall into the pleasure, small whimpers spilling from his throats. 

Valentyn lapped at Guilherme, drool running down his chin, his own cock dripping precum against his stomach. He listened to the other man's whimpers grow into breathy moans, hips bucking back against his face, hands gripping hard against his chest. He stretched his arm out, an awkward angle tight over Guilherme's thigh, wrapping his hand around his cock. "Valya!" Guilherme cried out wantonly, dropping himself back against Valentyn, doubling over as pleasure burned through him. "Hng- I'm close, fuck" his head dropping forward, Guilherme arched deeper, fucking himself back on his boyfriend's face. 

Valentyn's hand sped up, licking hard into the taller man, his jaw beginning to ache fulfillingly. Having Guilherme fall apart so beautifully on top of him, pulling louder and more desperate moans from the brunet, his thighs quivering with exhaustion. He listened as Guilherme's moans climbed higher, desperate gasps rising in volume, his hips rolling hard against each lap of Valentyn's tongue. With a broken moan, he felt Guilherme tense around him, the muscles of his thighs pulling taut.

"I- Fuck hhhng-" Valentyn felt Guilherme's cum spill against his chest, tongue licking slower strokes, coaxing Guilherme through his orgasm. He let his hand fall back to the man's thigh, listening to him breath hard, shakily pulling himself off Valentyn's face.

Guilherme rolled off Valentyn, collapsing on his stomach beside him, "how did I ever doubt you." His voice was muffled against the pillows, out of breath and shaky.

Laughing giddily, Valentyn rolled over and wrapped his arms around Guilherme, "What did I say? I know just how to please you." He rolled his hips into the other's side, hard-on pressing against his thigh, "speaking of, you able to go again?"

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Fedir lined himself up against Danyil, the tip of his dick teasing along the blond's hole, "all good?"

"Yeah, please" Danyil nodded sharply, gasping loudly as Fedir began to press himself in. Fedir pushed in slowly, Danyil's breaths picking up, feeling himself be stretched open around the other's dick. It was dizzying, being fucked open on fingers and driven so close to the edge, then getting spread open and worked breathless by the brunet's thick cock.

Danyil gasped as Fedir ground his hips against him, cock buried deep inside him, his arms wrapped limply around the other's neck. "Fedya- Fuck oh my god."

Each small thrust drew a small mewl from Danyil, his face twisting up in pleasure, eyes screwing shut. Fedir felt so deep in him, thrusts grinding against his prostate, sending fire dancing along his nerves. The man's groans sent hot breaths dancing down Danyil's neck, whispered praise flowing through one ear and out the other, the rampant stimulation overflowing his senses. His body was burning hot, sweat prickling along his skin, lips slicked with both of their saliva. "Ha- Ah! Harder!" He locked his legs around Fedir's waist, back arching sharply. 

Leaning back, Fedir wrapped his hands around Danyil's waist, using the new angle to fuck Danyil back on his cock. Loud cries rang out, the blond laying limp against the mattress, each rough thrust bouncing him up the bed. The change in angle was overwhelming, pleasure blooming like fire beneath Danyil's skin, feeling like Fedir was burying himself in his stomach with each drive into him. Swallowing hard, Danyil felt a shiver run up his spine, heat pooling deep in his core. "Shit- Ah! I'm close, pleasepleaseplease" his legs trembled, wrapping tighter around Fedir.

With a harsh thrust, Danyil felt the familiar burn along his nerves, the stimulation lighting a white hot heat of addicting pain. The pleasure was overwhelming, Danyil choking on each breath, gasping for air between wanton moans. It burned bright behind his eyes, it hurt so much, it felt amazing. He felt tears well up along his waterline, a high keen pushing itself from his mouth, breaking off into a shout as the pleasure hit its peak. Danyil arched hard, spine aching as his orgasm thrummed through him, cum pulsing from his untouched dick. He cried out pathetically, high-pitched moans pushing out from his chest, hot tears running down his cheeks, "don't stop! Fedya, please-"

Adjusting himself on the bed, Fedir drove harder into Danyil, deep moans pouring from his mouth. "You're so good for me, baby" he panted harshly, each rough thrust shaking the bedframe, Danyil's debauched sobs spurring him on. "So pretty, you look so good like this." 

Danyil whined as overstimulation washed through his senses, the non-stop pleasure of Fedir fucking hard into him, his body shaking with each mewling sob. His face was wet with tears, vision blurry as his eyes rolled back, fingers twitching from his white-knuckle grip on the pillows. Danyil babbled senselessly, singing out slurred praise to the other man. He knew how much more stamina Fedir had compared to him, knew how much the brunet loved to fuck Danyil into a wordless, sobbing mess. The feeling was addicting, being broken apart into an indecent picture of ecstasy, the aching pain of overstimulation was something Danyil so deeply craved. 

"Such a slut, aren't you? Crying on my cock like a bitch" Fedir bit out roughly, his voice deep and gravelly, sweat trickling down his back from exertion. His hands held a bruising grip on Danyil's hips, marking his fingertips along the blond's slender frame. "Think you could cum again? Let me fuck another orgasm from you?"

Danyil nodded weakly, failed words turning into broken whines, his legs falling open wider. "Ye-yeah, yes" he gasped shallowly, a sob punching out from his chest as Fedir wrapped a calloused hand around his spent cock, thrusts faltering to a slower pace. Fedir's hand worked harder up and down Danyil's dick, the drying lube on his palm adding a burning friction, legs attempting to clamp together around the other man.

"Don't you-" rough grabbing one of Danyil's legs, Fedir slung the thin calf over his shoulder, wrapping the leg against his chest. He leaned closer to Danyil, spreading him open wide, drawing more ruined sobs from the blond. Danyil squeezed tight around him, legs clenching hard, small whines building up once more. "Cmon Danya, such a good girl."

Danyil's second orgasm hit him like a freight train, his eyes fluttering shut as his body shook, cum spilling out weakly onto his stomach. With a few more rough thrusts, Fedir came with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside Danyil. "So good baby, you're my pretty girl."

Whining high, Danyil let his legs fall back onto the bed with a thump, feeling Fedir's cum hot in his core. The pair stayed connected, heavy breaths filling the air, moans catching in Danyil's throat with each pant. Reaching up, Fedir wiped a tear from Danyil's cheek, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his tear-stained face.

Slowly pulling out, Fedir watched Danyil's reaction to every inch exiting from his puffy hole, the blond whimpering softly. He wiped the leaking cum up from Danyil's rim, bringing his cum-slicked fingertips to the other's mouth, hot tongue lapping it off the digits, "good girl."

Danyil laid limp against the bed, chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath, lips wrapping around Fedir's thick fingers. With a wet pop, Fedir pulled his fingers from Danyil's mouth, lying himself down beside the man's shaking form. "You okay sweetie?"

"Mhm" Danyil nodded shakily, weakly turning himself to face Fedir, a satisfied smile stretching across his face. He wrapped his arms around the brunet, pulling himself against his broad chest, residual pleasure coursing softly through his system. 

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Valentyn loved having Guilherme like this, the taller man on his knees below him, pretty face looking up at him. He sat on the edge of the sofa, Guilherme kneeling on the plush carpet, warm hands spread out around his thighs.

"You sure you're okay with this?" Valentyn gently held the other's face, fingers stroking softly along his jawline.

"Yes I'm sure, now put your dick in my mouth" Guilherme smiled widely, dark eyes glinting in the low light of the room, pupils blown wide. Opening his mouth, letting his tongue lull out, he lapped lightly at the tip of Valentyn's erection. He felt the other man's hand drift to the back of his head, finger fisting a handful of dark curls, bringing Guilherme's mouth down over his dick.

Valentyn started slow, letting Guilherme take as much as he could at a time, tongue licking hot along the shaft. Letting out a small hiss as Guilherme pressed his tongue flat along the underside of his dick, Valentyn's hips bucked up into the open mouth, hand dragging the other man down further. In a quick movement, Valentyn pushed Guilherme's face hard into his groin, plush lip wrapped around the base of his cock.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this" Valentyn tested the waters, grinding his hips up, eliciting a small gag from the man between his legs. "All good?" he paused warily, a high hum from the back of Guilherme's throat spurring him on, vibrations trembling up his spine. He felt Guilherme's throat flutter around the tip of his cock, hips bucking up harder, adjusting his grip on the back of the man's head.

He let Guilherme adjust to the intrusion in his throat, his face buried in his crotch, nose pressed into his pubic hair. Valentyn gradually began to thrust, grinding his hips into Guilherme, gauging the man's reaction. Letting out a high whine from the back of his throat, Guilherme sagged into Valentyn's grip, staring up at the other man through his lashes. 

Valentyn groaned low in his throat, "you're so pretty, you were just made to suck cock." Tightly winding his fingers through Guilherme's dark curls, Valentyn thrusted roughly into his throat, forcing a wet gag from the man. He didn't stop this time, his hips bucking harder and harder, watching Guilherme's eyes flutter shut. It felt amazing, to use Guilherme like a fleshlight, each wet gag and stifled cough only urging Valentyn to fuck harder.

Watching small tears begin to trail down Guilherme's cheeks, Valentyn buried his cock in the man's throat, hip grinding harsh circles against his face. He enjoyed doing this, the erratic rhythm never letting Guilherme adjust, his open throat squeezing around Valentyn's dick with each gag. Holding Guilherme like this made it even better, his plump lips around the base of his dick as Valentyn rolled his hips in slow circles, watching the tears gather along Guilherme's lashes. His breaths came heavy, every sound from the man between his thighs travelling up his spine, tingling along his nerves in the greatest way. 

Valentyn leant back against the sofa, his legs shuffling wider, fingers scratching lightly at the back of Guilherme's scalp. He tugged hard on Guilherme's hair, pulling him off his cock, pulling off with a wet pop and loud gasp for air. "You still doing alright?"

"Mhm" Guilherme nodded, his voice gravely, half-lidded eyes staring blankly at Valentyn. Guilherme's face was wet, tear stains down his cheeks and drool streaked down his chin and neck, a bright red flush covering his complexion. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, blinking slowly, leaning back against Valentyn's harsh grip on his scalp.

Valentyn pushed his cock back through Guilherme's lips, pressing the other man down until he was once more buried in his throat, "so good at this, you're such a slut." Valentyn bucked his hips roughly up into Guilherme, starting a steady rhythm, using his hold on the man's hair to fuck himself in and out of his mouth.  The sounds of small gags and saliva slicked skin filled the room, Valentyn letting out small groans each time the tip of his cock hit the back of Guilherme's throat, the feeling of the wet heat around him building arousal higher and higher.

Each gag growing louder, Guilherme let out small moans around Valentyn's cock, hand moving off the other's thigh to palm himself through his boxers. The sensation of Valentyn fucking roughly into his throat was dizzying, the push and pull on the hand on his scalp, the powerful thrusts of his hips against Guilherme's face. He listened as Valentyn's groans got louder, his breathing getting heavier as his hips began to buck more erratically, Guilherme let himself go limp and be used like a toy. Drool poured down his chin, mixing with the tears streaming steadily across his face, Guilherme knew he looked like a wanton whore.

"Fuck babe, I'm close" Valentyn's voice was heavy with lust, arousal clouding his senses, his eyes falling shut as he felt his core begin to tighten. He panted gruffly, his hips bucking up wildly, abusing the back of Guilherme's throat. Valentyn felt the other man tense up, a sharp whine muffled by his cock, sending overwhelming vibrations along his nerves. Feeling his thighs tense, Valentyn's free hand flew to the back of Guilherme's head, two hands forcing his face into his crotch as he came. The pleasure was dizzyingly hot, nearly doubling over as his cum spilled down Guilherme's throat, gravely moans flooding out from his chest.

He fell back against the sofa, panting heavily and spent, his softening cock slipping from between the other's lips. Guilherme laid limp between his legs, head resting against his leg, eyes hazily and unfocused.

"You did such a good job."

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Danyil squirmed against Fedir's touch, the thick fingers dancing down along her inner thighs, touch gentle as her calloused fingers ran down the soft skin. Fedir licked along Danyil's throat, biting small marks into the pale skin, her hand slowly trailing up the blonde's thigh. Cupping Danyil over her underwear, Fedir pressed two fingers against the spot of dampened fabric, the other woman's slick arousal creating a dark spot on the pale cotton fabric of her panties.

"Fedya-" Danyil whined, grinding down against the touch, her thighs falling open wider.

"You're always so sensitive" giggling, Fedir ground her hand down, eliciting a high whine from Danyil. She continued to grind her hand into Danyil, fingers pressing against her, feeling how relaxed and wet her girlfriend was even through her underwear. "So sensitive and so receptive."

Fedir leant down, wrapping her lips around Danyil's tits, the woman's hand flying to the back of her head. "Fedya! Ah- Please" her hips rolled down against Fedir's hand, the brunette lightly trailing her fingers up and down Danyil's cunt, pressing soft, teasing touches to her clit. She continued to tease Danyil, her tongue lathing wet strokes along the blonde's nipples, drawing out more and more needy whines.

"Fedya, please-" Her whimper was drawn out, wanton desperation clawing through her voice.

"Please what? Use your words, baby" Fedir loved teasing Danyil, riling her up until she's sobbing and begging for her, reducing her to a mess of arousal. She took her hand off Danyil, sliding it up her stomach to play with the lacy waistband of her panties, nipping at the squishy flesh of the blonde's tits.

Whining high in her throat, Danyil's fingers twitched against Fedir's scalp, "please- Please touch me."

"But I already am touching you," Fedir grinned widely, watching Danyil squirm and beg brought her a unique form of malicious pleasure. "Gotta be more specific than that princess."

Danyil stamped her foot against the bed, pouting as she fought for words, shame bringing a hot blush to her face. "Touch- Fuck! Please touch my pussy, Fedya, I need you." She covered her face with her hands, mortified at how much being made to beg for Fedir's touch turned her on.

"Good girl" sliding her hand beneath Danyil's panties, she brushed her fingers against the neatly trimmed hair, feeling how thoroughly wet she had become at Fedir's teasing. She slipped two fingers between Danyil's folds, slicking the digits with the other woman's arousal, circling them softly around her clit. "Already so wet for me," she rubbed harder against Danyil, listening to her gasped out moans, the blonde's hips twitching upwards into her touch. In a practiced motion, Fedir's fingers slowly sank into Danyil, burying them to the last knuckle.

"Fuck! Oh my god-" Danyil moaned loudly, clenching around Fedir's fingers, the slight stretch feeling overwhelmingly addicting. Her hips rolled in small twitches down onto Fedir, her breaths coming in small whines, the mass of the woman's palm grinding against her clit. She attempted to ground herself with the warm body heat of the other woman pressed against her side, her brain slowing down with each soft grind of fingers against her sensitive insides, the feeling of Fedir's breasts pressing against her own.

Fedir slowly fucked her fingers in and out of Danyil, leaving open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, listening to each sweet whimper from the blonde. She used every ounce of her being to keep levelheaded, the wet sounds of her fingers thrusting into Danyil's cunt mixed with the woman's breathy moans, Fedir could feel herself leaking into her underwear. Rocking her hand back and forth, Fedir listened to Danyil's moans grow in volume, grinding her palm against her clit as she massaged her fingers against the sensitive walls of her pussy. 

"F-Fuck! Fedya- Ahh!" Danyil squirmed against the bedding, grabbing at Fedir's hand through the fabric of her panties, grinding hard against the fingers inside her. She felt Fedir's fingers rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her, the unwavering amount of stimulation almost unbearable, feeling her orgasm quickly building in a hot coil of heat in her core. Danyil panted for air, squeaking out high-pitched moans as her legs began to shake, face contorting in pleasure. With an embarrassingly loud and desperate sounding moan, Danyil felt her orgasm wash over her, her thighs pining together. 

Over the beautiful sound of Danyil's moans, Fedir listened to the her fingers fuck out heavenly slick sounds from the blonde's cunt, feeling her clench tightly as around Fedir's fingers as she eased her through her orgasm. "You're so pretty when you're like this" she cooed, pressing a soft kiss to the woman's cheek, slipping her hand out from Danyil's underwear. She trailed her wet fingers up Danyil's chest, rubbing soft circles over her tits before pushing them past her plump lips, the sight of Danyil sucking her own cum off Fedir's hand only stoked the blazing fire inside of her. Hooking her fingers along the lacy waistband of Danyil's panties, Fedir tugged them lower on the blonde's hips, "lets get these off." 

Lifting her hips, Danyil helped Fedir slip the panties off, shivering slightly at the feeling of cool air against her slick pussy. She watched Fedir crawl along the bed, placing herself in front of Danyil, resting her hands on Danyil's knees and pushing her legs apart. Whining, Danyil threw her arms over her eyes, the sight of her legs being forced open by the other women far too overwhelming so soon after her orgasm. "Fedya," she dragged the woman's name out in a whine, the sensation of cool air against her wet cunt only amplifying her arousal.

With a breathy laugh, Fedir nestled herself between Danyil's thighs, biting softly against the pale skin, drawing muffled moans out of the blonde. "Hey, move your arms, I wanna see you" she reached up to tap gently at Danyil's forearms, fingertips curling into her thin wrists. Danyil's hands curled into her own hair, looking down at Fedir with a look of delirious arousal, her pupils blown wide in her honey brown eyes. "Hi beautiful" she smiled against the smooth skin of Danyil's inner thighs, pressing soft kisses trailing down from her knee to the lean muscle at the top of her thigh, feeling her pubic hair against her cheek. Fedir licked and bit along the flesh of Danyil's thighs, drinking in the desperate whines, her hands wrapping around her hips.

Fedir strained her eyes up to look at Danyil, her eyes meeting the blonde's own as she lowered herself down, licking a hot stripe up the woman's leaking cunt. She tasted the hot musk on her tongue, watching Danyil throw her head back in pleasure, a wanton moan escaping past her lips. Wrapping her mouth around Danyil's clit, Fedir buried her face between the woman's legs, tongue massaging circles along the sensitive underside.

"Ah! Hng- Fuck!" Danyil's hands scrambled for purchase against the back of Fedir's hand, fingers grasping tightly at the short hairs on the back of the brunette's head, hips bucking upwards. The stimulation was overwhelming, shaky breaths quickly turning into pitchy mewls, the rough surface of Fedir's tongue against her throbbing clit was addictive. Danyil could feel her slick arousal drooling down from her cunt, mixing with Fedir's hot saliva, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as her thighs twitched around the brunette's head. She felt Fedir ease a hand down from her hip, thick fingers plunging into her wet heat, a shrill yelp bursting out from Danyil's chest. Danyil's thighs squeezed shut in either side of Fedir's head, the brunette woman roughly shoving one of them back against the bed with her free hand, fucking her fingers harder into Danyil.

"Ah! hah- Fedya! Fuck, wait pleaseplease!" Danyil babbled senselessly, Fedir lapping hungrily against her clit, her strong fingers fucking a devasting pace into Danyil's slick hole. The sensations were dizzying, Danyil felt breathless as her back arched sharply, grinding down against the onslaught of pleasure from the woman between her legs. She felt her orgasm swiftly approaching once more, each gasp for air chased by a wanton moan, the tight coil of heat burning down through her groin.

With a small adjustment of her wrist, Fedir slipped a third digit into Danyil, spreading her open as she massaged the pads of her fingers into the sweetly sensitive spot within the blonde. A sharp squeal forced itself from Danyil's throat, Fedir feeling a burst of hot liquid showering against her neck, drenching her forearm and the sheets beneath them. She moaned shamelessly against Danyil's core, her fingers pistoning in and out of the blonde woman, a debauched moan sounding from above as another rush of fluid poured over Fedir's hand.

Danyil sobbed brokenly as the pleasure clouded her senses, her body shook as each wave flowed through her, hands clenching hard against the crown of Fedir's scalp. Her orgasm was overwhelmingly intense, face twisting up euphorically, each swelling buzz of pleasure through her squirting out streams of ejaculate. Danyil gasped raggedly, Fedir's fingers slowing their movements inside of her, the brunette pressing gentle kisses over the dark marks she previously left on the skin of her thighs. With each full breath of air to her lungs, Danyil felt herself slowly calm down, body going limp against the bed.

"Holy fuck" Fedir laughed hysterically, her hand slipping out of Danyil, feeling the woman's ejaculate dripping down from her chin to her chest.

Danyil's eyes lazily tracked down to between her thighs, Fedir a debauched vision of lust looking up back at her, positively drenched in Danyil's own fluids. "Oh my god" her head fell back against the pillows, hands covering her face as she giggled stupidly, her body still quivering from residual pleasure, "I didn't know I could do that."

"I'm going to do everything within my own power," Fedir swallowed dryly, shocked by just how breathless she was, "to make you do that again. That was hot as fuck."

Danyil attempted to catch her breath between delirious giggles, Fedir having fucked her completely brainless, "I might die." She reached up weakly to wrap her arms around Fedir's neck, dragging the woman down into a sloppy kiss, letting out a deeply satisfied sigh.

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Guilherme felt dizzy, tripping over his own feet as he dragged João down an empty hallway, the deep laughs of the other man mixing with the echoes of his own. The soles of their dress shoes clacked against the linoleum flooring, Guilherme rattling the handles of every spare room they walked by, searching for somewhere for him and João to duck into. Nearly falling flat on his face, Guilherme pushed open the door to an empty bathroom, the strong smell of cleaning chemicals hitting his nose.

"Lock the door behind you" giggle, Guilherme stumbled his way over to the last stall, picking the one furthest from the door.

João cursed under his breath, jiggling the door in an attempt to get it to lock, "this thing won't lock."

"Okay whatever, get the fuck over here" Guilherme leant against the hard metal of the stall door, flicking the lock between his fingers, João knowing the exact purpose of the playful look on Guilherme's face.

Hurrying across the room, João pushed Guilherme into the stall, sliding the lock in place. He grabbed Guilherme by the waist, shoving the other man against the tile wall, Guilherme softly moaning into his mouth as their lips connected. Guilherme wrapped his arms around João's neck, hips grinding against the larger man, tongues pressing together in a sloppy kiss.

"Did you bring lube?" João pulled away from Guilherme's mouth, pressing wet kisses along his jaw.

"Fuck," Guilherme bit back a whine at João's actions, his hot tongue coming up to lick below his ear. "No I didn't, I should be good though, from earlier."

"Shit, you're that desperate?" João chuckled, the elicited moan from Guilherme sending heat straight to his groin, pants growing tight around his groin. He slipped a hand down from the brunet's waist, grinding his palm over Guilherme's growing erection, another loud moan echoing through the empty bathroom. "Shut the fuck up, someone's gonna hear."

Slapping a hand over his mouth, Guilherme whimpered against his palm, eyes squeezing shut as a hot blush grew over his face.

João felt stunned by Guilherme's reaction, the strain of his cock against the fly of his pants growing unbearable, "fucking whore." He tightly gripped Guilherme's hips, manhandling him to spin around, forcing him to bend at the waist against the wall. "You want someone to hear you? Listen to you whine as I fuck you open on my cock?" João leant in close, breaths tingling hot on Guilherme's neck, grinding his erection against the other man's ass.

Attempting to bite back another desperate whimper, Guilherme pushed his hips back against João, yelping as the man's hand swung down against his ass. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer" João's hands folded around Guilherme's waist, fingers scrambling to open the button of his trousers.

Guilherme braced himself against the wall, tiles cool beneath his palms, "fuck, yeah I do." He bit down hard on his lower lip, muffling a small whine, João roughly shoving his pants down to his ankles. A large hand wrapped around his jaw, pulling it open, two fingers sliding in past his swollen lips.

"Better get them wet," João's voice was thick with arousal, his clothed cock pressing hard against Guilherme's ass, his other hand holding a bruising grip on the brunet's waist.

Guilherme swirled his tongue around the rough digits, mouth filling with saliva as João pressed the pads of his fingers against the back of Guilherme's tongue, choking out a small gag. He gurgled out small moans with each press of the dark haired man's erection against his bare ass, the friction of the fabric almost painful on the sensitive skin, his own cock hanging heavy between his legs. 

João pulled his fingers from Guilherme's mouth, the brunet darting out his tongue to lick away the string of saliva connecting them to his plump bottom lip. His movements were quick and practiced, free hand moving to spread Guilherme open, his ass cheek squishing firmly in João's hand. "Remember, be quiet" he hissed sharply, middle finger sinking into Guilherme with ease. João grinned at the feeling, the brunet still fucked loose from their earlier antics, their current situation a direct results of it. João had dragged Guilherme off to a quieter area before their stylist had arrived, bending him over and stretching him open on his fingers, pushing Guilherme to the edge before leaving him hard and begging. He quickly pressed in a second finger, listening to each bitten back moan that rumbled in Guilherme's chest.

"João-" Guilherme pushed back against the other man, fingertips pressing into his prostate with each thrust of his wrist, heavy breaths echoing through the stall. The fingers inside him were just toying with his senses, João slowly scissoring him open and rolling the digits against Guilherme's prostate, "João- Fuck, hurry up we'll have to get back soon."

"Jeez, so pushy" João flicked open the fly of his pants, shuffling them down on his hips just enough to reveal his cock, hissing at the feeling of the cold air on it. Digging his thumbs into Guilherme's ass, João spread him open, letting spit dribble down onto the cleft of his ass. "If it hurts too much, say something, okay?"

"Mhm" Guilherme nodded hard, pressing his lips together hard, doing anything to quiet himself.

"Good boy" slowly, João pressed himself into the Guilherme, watching as the head of his dick stretched open the other man's hole. He rolled his hips forwards at a snail's pace, Guilherme's arms shaking from their place on the wall, the brunet's fingers twitching as he sank into him. João paused halfway in, moving a hand from Guilherme's hip, pressing his shoulders down, moving him into a deeper bend."There we are."

From the new angle, Guilherme could rest his burning face against the cold tile decorating the walls, watching his panted breaths fogged up the glossy surface. He heard João spit again before pushing in more, splitting Guilherme open on his dick, keeping him folded in a deep bend. When João's hips finally met Guilherme's ass, the brunet man let out a weak whimper, almost breathless at the feeling of the thick cock buried inside him.

"Doing good?"

"Y-yeah" Guilherme's voice broke embarrassingly, a high whine clenched in his throat, "move, please."

Both his hands holding a bruising grip on Guilherme's hips, João slowly drew his hips back, roughly fucking himself into the other man. Guilherme's moan was filled with desperation, hand flying to cover his mouth, wide eyes staring at João from the side. "I told you to be quiet" João hissed, grinding his hips hard into Guilherme, "you just want to be found, don't you? Fucking slut."

Guilherme moaned hot into the palm of his hand, face knitting up in pleasure as João began to thrust hard and quick into him, forcing out small mewls with each clap of skin against skin. The bathroom soon filled with the sound of João fucking rough into Guilherme, the overwhelming noise of plush hips connecting hard against firm ass, Guilherme's muffled moans slipping through his fingers.

"I bet you'd like being found out, yeah? Having someone walk in and hear you moaning like a bitch in heat," João's thrusts slowly picked up pace, slamming his hips into Guilherme, grunting as the brunet clenched hard around him. He reached up, pulling Guilherme's hand away from his mouth, "go on, let them hear you."

Guilherme's hand flew to the wall to steady himself, wanton moans flowing freely past his lips, precum drooling from his cock. "Please, I need to- Hng!" Letting out a desperate sound, Guilherme felt his orgasm swiftly building, João reaching around his waist to wrap a hand around the other's cock, jacking him in time with his thrusts.

"Cmon, let it all out, let everyone hear how I have you falling apart on my cock," João's deep voice flowed through Guilherme, ragged whimpers forcing from his throat with each harsh thrust. He felt his thighs clench, legs shaking as his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, hot arousal coiling tighter and tighter inside him. A small change of angle from João, and Guilherme was finished, a guttural moan ripping out from his chest. His legs shook with exertion, cum spilling out onto João's fist, hearing a few drops splatter on the floor.

"Fuck-" groaning deep in his chest, João pistoned his hips hard into Guilherme, the tight heat of his hole clench hard around his cock. With a few more harsh throats, João buried himself deep in Guilherme, moaning low in his throat as he pumped his cum inside the other man. 

The sounds of their moans rang around the porcelain walls of the bathroom, João doubled over against Guilherme's back, panting hard against the brunet's shoulder. He pulled out slowly, drawing a broken whimper from the other man, swallowing hard as his tip slid out with a wet pop, watching his cum slowly dribble out of Guilherme's used hole.

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"Holy fuck" Lourenço ran his hands down Danyil's sides, eyes wide as he stared down at the man below him, an angelic masterpiece sprawled out against the hotel room sheets. The sparse scattering of dark body hair against pale skin, thin limbs extending across the bed, a bright red blush highlighting prominent collarbones. It was a rare occasion Lourenço ever saw the blond not in his usual attire of clunky platform boots, the sudden change of height from what Lourenço was used to was shocking at first, having to bend his neck to make eye contact when they first interacted in that bar. It was strange, that a man with such incredible presence, that someone so shockingly gorgeous it made Lourenço tremble, stood so small and lithe in stature compared to Lourenço.

And yet, here he was lying underneath Lourenço, legs spread and his whole body on display. "You're so beautiful" Lourenço gasped, lowering himself to press his lips against Danyil's chest, tongue slipping out the lick hot stripes against the man's nipples. His hands continued to roam, fingers trailing along each individual protruding rib bone, drinking in the soft sighs and moans pushed from Danyil. "It's insane, how are you real?" he wrapped his mouth around Danyil's nipples, feeling the bud pebble beneath his tongue as he sucked, drawing a high whine from the blonde.

The skin was so unbelievably soft under his fingertips, the small bit of hair on the otherwise waxed-smooth chest tickled against his cheek, the feeling of Danyil's pectoral muscles twitching against Lourenço's attention was addictive. He moved across Danyil's chest, licking the smooth skin and leaving small bites in areas he knew wouldn't be seen, nearly drooling at the imagery of leaving dark bruises on the pale expanse of skin. Danyil's hand came up to run through Lourenço's hair, the long nimble fingers petting gently through the brunet locks, a small groan slipping from Lourenço's chest. He was entirely enamoured, deeply obsessed with the man below him, a perfectly carved statue of an ethereal being. 

Lourenço moved himself lower on the bed, trailing wet kisses down Danyil's torso, mouthing praise against the lean muscle of the blond's abdominals. He felt Danyil's dick pressing against his sternum, the devout attention having worked the man into a half-chub, Lourenço wanted nothing more than to endlessly fulfill the need for pleasure. He worked his tongue along Danyil's pelvic bones, hands sliding down the narrow hips, digging his fingers into the small layer of fat around his middle. Lourenço's grip moved to cup the bottom of Danyil's thighs, his hands wrapping around much of the lithe limb, pushing up the legs to bend at the knee. He moved slowly, kissing down the crease of Danyil's hip to the crux of his thigh, feeling the tendon and muscle twitch.

Lourenço had longed for the opportunity to have Danyil's legs wrapped around his head, a couple nights by himself had already begun to feature that specific fantasy, the small sounds of satisfaction coming from Danyil only guaranteeing more of that train of thought in the future. "You're so perfect, it's like you were painted by one of the greats, it's impossible" Lourenço groaned hot against Danyil's leg, the blond man whimpering at his words, his teeth digging into the soft flesh to leave a bruise.

"Fuck-" Danyil cursed high in his throat, fingers twitching against Lourenço's scalp, the younger man's words were almost overwhelming with affection, his slow and gentle touch even more enticing. He felt Lourenço's hands slide down his legs, cupping right beneath his.

"P-please can I? I want to fuck you so bad" Lourenço felt almost embarrassed at the desperation in his voice, staring up at Danyil's face, his sharp features so deeply defined in the low lighting of the hotel room.

Danyil nodded shyly, "there should be lube in the bag on the nightstand." 

Scrambling, Lourenço pushed himself off the bed, quickly making work of searching for the bottle of lube. With a satisfied hum, he made his way back between Danyil's knees, pausing to admire his view. Danyil was so breathtakingly gorgeous, long eyelashes framing his large honey brown eyes, plump lips slightly parted and glossed with saliva. The perfect symmetry of his face sparked a unique feeling of idolatry in Lourenço, sharp cheekbones so beautifully highlighted by a deep red blush, his thin nose creating a perfect contour down the centre of his face. "I-I'm…" Lourenço struggled to find the words he needed, no amount of flowery poetry could begin to describe the feelings Danyil instilled in him, "I could write a million sonnets and it would even be enough to capture just how beautiful you are."

Danyil let out a small giggle, covering his mouth to laugh softly into his palm, his smile creasing the corners of his eyes. Lourenço quickly lathered his fingers with lube, swallowing hard as Danyil spread his legs further apart, inviting Lourenço in. His hand shook with determination, every fibre of his being needing to give Danyil all the pleasure he deserved, the soft moan from the blond as Lourenço slid in a finger shot heat straight to his core. He focused on Danyil's face, eyes tracking every small expression, watching every small detail of how he reacted. Lourenço worked his finger in slowly, feeling the ring of muscle flutter around the digit, biting back a whine at just how unbelievable it felt.

"You can- You can use two, it's okay" Danyil's voice was delicate, reminding Lourenço of how beautifully he sang with such passion, the endearing lisp of his strong accent curling around the words. Obeying his words, Lourenço pushed two fingers into Danyil's tight heat, pressing the pads against his inner walls, feeling for that spot he knew to find. With a slight curl of his fingers, Danyil let out a small gasp, back arching as Lourenço massaged pointedly against his prostate, "ah! Yes, right there."

Lourenço felt dizzy, plucking such overwhelming sounds of arousal from Danyil with just two fingers, his breaths coming heavier by the second. He continued his ministrations against the bundle of nerves inside Danyil, drinking in each whimper and moan driven out from the man's throat. He scissored his fingers in slow motions, feeling how Danyil stretched open under his touch, committing every sound and reaction to memory. The blond felt relaxed against Lourenço, his fingers stretching open much easier than he would've thought, the small idea planting seed of mild jealousy and heavy arousal in his brain. Pressing in a third finger, Lourenço made sure to endlessly target Danyil's prostate, each sweet moan and whimper from the man making Lourenço more and more aware of just how much he was straining against his boxers.

"You sound so pretty" he was shocked by the sound of his own voice, lust laced heavily around his words, a gravely and deep sound he wasn't expecting. "Wish I could keep you like this, squirming and moaning so beautifully," his wrist flexed with each movement, fucking his fingers into Danyil in a steady rhythm, the man's hips bucking back into his touch.

"There's- Ah! Fuck, condoms in the same bag" Danyil's voice was tight, breathy moans slipping out as he tried to compose himself, his hands twitching against the sheets.

Lourenço pulled himself out from Danyil, hopping off the bed, kicking his boxers off as he riffled through the travel bag once more. "Very prepared, aren't you?"

"Never know what might happen" Danyil laughed breathily, rearranging himself on the bed, sliding a pillow beneath his hips.

Rolling the condom over his dick, Lourenço suddenly felt out of his depth, whatever good karma he had gained in life had returned tenfold in the form of an angel in human form spreading his legs in front of him. Lathering himself with more lube, Lourenço lined himself up with Danyil's slicked hole, pushing in with a broken groan. He swallowed thickly, mouth dry as his hands wrapped around Danyil's hips, pressing in until his hips met against his ass.

"Holy fuck-" Lourenço choked on a hearty moan, the feeling of Danyil squeezing around him, the small mewls as he sunk in all the way. "You're actually fucking perfect."

He rolled his hips slowly, thrusting shallowly into Danyil, the man below him so receptive to the pleasure. Lourenço gripped the blond's hips tightly, beginning to thrust with more confidence, desiring to pull each and every angelic sound of pleasure from the man. "You feel so fucking good, you're so beautiful." 

Danyil whimpered loudly, high-pitched and bordering on effeminate, his face twisting in pleasure. Lourenço knew that once he started, he could never stop, burying himself deep inside Danyil with each thrust. "You're so good, so good for me, such a good girl," Lourenço almost regretted his words the moment they left his mouth, preparing himself to apologize, his train of thought quickly derailed with a high man from Danyil.

"Yeah- Fuck! Such a good girl, you're so pretty" Lourenço began to speed up his thrusts, rambling endlessly, moaning as he panted with exertion. "You were meant to be worshipped, you're so perfect."

Danyil moaned wantonly as Lourenço fucked hard into him, hands scrambling for purchase on his back, "don't- Hng! Don't stop!" His hips bucked back against the thrusts, dragging Lourenço down in his embrace, fingers clawing at his back.

Burying his face in Danyil's neck, Lourenço fucked into him with abandon, the addictive sounds of each cry of pleasure moaned directly into his ear. He mouthed wetly along Danyil's shoulder, licking a hot stripe up his neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat. The fiery burn of arousal simmered in his core, hips pistoning into Danyil, chasing the overwhelming pleasure. "You sound so beautiful, just perfect- Fuck!"

Lourenço groaned loud against Danyil's neck, feeling the tension snap, hips thrusting erratically as he fucked into Danyil. His orgasm was intense, panting heavily between each broken moan, burying himself deep into the blond. "So good, so good," he whimpered breathlessly, grinding his hips through the last sparks of pleasure, wishing he could pump Danyil full, marking the perfection as his. Lourenço reached between their bodies, hand wrapping around Danyil, jerking him off as his moans rose in volume.

"Yes! yesyesyes, shit- Lourenço!" Danyil's voice cracked as he cried out brokenly, clenching hard around the cock still buried inside of him, breaths coming out in pitchy whines. His cum coated Lourenço's fist, spilling hot onto his stomach, back arching hard into the brunet's touch.

They laid together panting through the aftershocks, Danyil whining as Lourenço pulled out, the other man tying off the condom and disposing of it. "Thank you" Lourenço whispered, gently cupping Danyil's face, staring into his half-lidded eyes with a look of endless admiration.

Danyil smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Lourenço's palm, gathering up the brunet man in his arms.

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Danyil kneeled on his bed, hands shaking as he pried open the box, inside a brand new dildo.

It was relatively thick in girth, an almost intimidating seven inches long, hyper-realistic detailing all along the shaft and head. He held it gingerly in his hands, wrapping his fingers around the thick base, a stirring starting in his stomach at the thought of it inside of him. 

He rearranged himself on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, removing his underwear in a delicate motion. Danyil set the toy beside himself, a bottle of lubricant and a condom next to him in the bed, lathering his fingers with the lube before wrapping a hand around himself. He was already excited, stroking lightly as he bit back a whine, hips rolling up into the loose circle of his fist. With his free hand, Danyil applied more lube, dribbling some down behind his balls, gasping at the shock of cold as it trailed down the cleft of his ass. He shuffled his hips upwards, reaching down between his legs, deft fingers pressing gently against his hole. He massaged the lube between his ass cheeks, fingertips teasing against the tight ring of muscle, breaths steadily coming quicker with each pass. Slipping his middle finger in, Danyil sighed out a soft moan, sliding it in as far as he could reach at the awkward angle. He considered changing his position, but the thought of shoving his ass in the air felt far too vulnerable, even in the lonesome quietness of his own house.

Once adjusted to the sensation of his finger buried inside, Danyil pressed in a second, working himself open with a practiced ease. Driving the two digits deep inside, spreading them open to gently stretch himself, the thought of having the toy buried inside of him causing a small moan to slip past his lips. He worked himself open swiftly, the hand on his cock moving in sync with each flex of his wrist, shamefully thinking about how much of a wanton whore he would look like if anyone were to walk in. Danyil took in a sharp breath, tightening his fingers together to press in a third, feeling the way he stretched around the digits as he pushed them in to the last knuckle.

Danyil let himself bask in the sensation, hand squeezing tight around the base of his cock, mewling quietly at the feeling of being stretched open. Steadily beginning to fuck his fingers into himself once more, Danyil thought back to the girthiness of the toy, thicker than anything he had used on himself before. He thought about how it would feel inside of him, how it would feel to slowly press it into his hole, the way it would stretch him open. His fingers found a fast pace, shaky moans pouring out of his mouth, the pads of his fingers curling against his prostate with each pass. The heat inside him was burning, Danyil shakily pulling his fingers out, whining at the loss of sensation.

Letting himself catch his breath. Danyil patted around the bed, fingers curling around the firm silicone by his hip. He fumbled around with a nervous excitement, rolling the condom down over the shaft of the dildo, saving himself from having to clean it later. Holding the toy between his thighs, Danyl lathered lube along the girth of it, just the image of himself jacking his hand along the length of a cock was enough to make his breaths come short. He let himself grind against it, rubbing his erection against the cool silicone wrapped in latex, letting himself imagine someone else with him. Danyil grabbed the base of the toy, sliding it along the length of his cock and down between his legs, rubbing the wide head against his slicked hole. He let himself relax, muscles unclenching with trained ease, gently pressing the tip against his opening. 

The feeling of the toy pressing against him was dizzying, adding a level of force to his grip, the dildo slowly sliding into him. Danyil squeaked out a moan when the head pushed past the ring of muscle, the way it stretched him open, leaving him gasping for air. He spread his legs open wide, both hands moving between his thighs to grasp at the toy, gingerly pressing it in, inch by inch. With the toy halfway in, Danyil paused, gasping out whiny breaths, the stretch an overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure. His thighs quivered with the burning anticipation, adrenaline pumping heated arousal through his veins, eyes squeezing shut as he slid the toy in deeper. Pushing through the last few inches, Danyil let out a broken cry when he pushed it to the hilt, the base pressing against his ass. The mindmelting stretch paired with how deep it felt buried inside him, Danyil felt like he couldn't breathe, letting out broken moans as he gasped for air. He clenched down around it, the quick spike of pain melting smoothly into dizzying pleasure, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. His hands twitched against the base of the dildo, partially sliding the toy out, letting out a sharp cry at the feeling.

In his haze of arousal, Danyil's mind slowly started to trail to the realm of his fantasies, imagining what it could be if the toy was something real, someone real. He thought back to the band's time at Eurovision, the crowds of artists he frequently spoke to, swarms of beautiful people he saw everyday. His mind settled on a particular individual, Lucio Corsi, imagining the fair Italian man cooing sweet words in his ear. What would it be like to be with Lucio? Danyil always imagined gentle touches, endless words of praise and compliments paid in a language Danyil could only dream of understanding. Letting the toy grind softly into him, Danyil pictured Lucio at the giving end, spreading him open wide on his cock. He imagined Lucio to be a caring lover, kissing away Danyil's tears when the pleasure became too much, thin brunet hair caressing his collarbones when overstimulation clouded his mind. His mind continued to swim through the fog of pleasure, faces passing distantly in his mind, fucking the toy into him with more force. Danyil remembered the younger Portuguese man, Lourenço, how absolutely enamoured he was with him, the looks of unadulterated lust he always spotted in the young man's eyes. How would Lourenço treat him? Would he let his lust consume him? Fucking hard into Danyil, unraveling him through a long night of devastatingly intense orgasms. Or would he be gentle? Worshipping Danyil with a passionate devotion, enveloping his being in lust-driven touches and shameless words. 

Danyil choked on his moans as he drove the dildo hard into his hole, fucking himself into a state of drooling pleasure, the feeling of the silicone faux-veins along the shaft grinding against every sensitive spot. He felt a new sensation of indecent pleasure burning in him, an arousing curl of heated shame filling his core, picturing how he looked fucking himself stupid on a fat cock like a slut. His legs flew closed at his train of thought, a wanton moan ringing loud throughout his room, high keens whistling out from the back of his throat as his ground the toy hard into his tight heat. Danyil's eyes squeezed close, tears pricking hot along his waterline, debauched moans ripping out from his chest.

In his daze, Danyil allowed his mind to continue to wander, lingering to closer companions. His dear friend, the man he had been dreadfully crushing on for years, imagining the burn of facial hair rubbing against his neck. Blinking his eyes open through the mist of tears, Danyil slowly slipped the dildo from his hole, a broken moan catching high in his throat as it slid out with a slick pop. He rearranged himself on the bed, kneeling down on shaky legs, positioning himself over the toy. Sinking back down on the dildo, Danyil braced his hands on the bed, spine arching as he slid the thick girth of silicone back inside of him. The thought of having Fedir beneath him fueled the heat burning deep in his core, imagining how the man would feel inside of him, what he would say to Danyil if he could ever have him like this. Danyil bounced his hips up and down, fucking himself in a steady rhythm onto the toy, each new fantasy spurring him on.

Balancing himself on one arm, Danyil wrapped a hand around his drooling cock, crying out at the feeling of his warm palm around his aching erection. He stroked himself at the same pace he drove himself down onto the toy, thumbing over the dripping head, letting out small sounds of pleasure as he felt his orgasm building. The change of angle was electrifying, feeling like the toy was forcing its way even deeper inside Danyil, spearing himself open onto the slick silicone. He threw his head back, feeling sweat prickle along his forehead, arching himself to angle the head of the dildo against his prostate with each thrust. His eyes fluttered shut, face twisting in pleasure, head filled with fog as he fucked himself with debauched abandon. Danyil imagined himself riding Fedir like he was now, the man's cock burying deep inside him as he bounced up and down, imagining his cum filling him deep inside.

With a sharp mewl, Danyil felt his orgasm wash over him, heat flashing through his body. He sat himself fully onto the dildo, thighs shaking as he doubled over, fisting his cock hard. His elbow buckled beneath his weight, face pushing into the sheets, body quivering as he came hard into his fist. He panted raggedly, thighs pressing tight together, his orgasm overwhelmingly intense, tears springing anew in his eyes. He fumbled a hand behind himself, grasping the dildo with shaky fingers, pulling it out slowly with a sickeningly slick slide. Dumping the toy on the bed beside him, Danyil rolled onto his side, attempting to regain his thoughts with each shaky breath. He felt himself clench against the lack of stretch, lube cooling along his slicked ass, distantly wishing to feel the hot dripping of cum from his used hole.

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Guilherme awoke slowly, eyes lazily blinking away the film of sleep, taking in a deep breath through his chapped lips. He felt the warm heat of his boyfriend beside him, Valentyn snoring lightly in his sleep, a swarm of curly brown locks splayed against the pillow case. Attempting to not wake the sleeping man, Guilherme stretched his body, feeling the lingering ache in his hips from their antics the night prior. He felt his joints pop with satisfaction, a deep yawn pressing out from his chest, settling himself back into the heat of the mattress. Looking over at Valentyn, Guilherme's eyes scanned the man's features, face so peacefully at rest in his deep sleep, almost so unlike the man he knew while awake. His long lashes fluttered just above his dark undereyes, the strong jawline shadowing over scattered hickies from their previous night, his plush lips slightly parted. He was a masterpiece, one that could pick apart Guilherme piece by piece, one that Guilherme loved to dissect and strip down.

Reaching a hand up, Guilherme brushed his thumb against Valentyn's bottom lip, chapped skin catching against the pad of his thumb. Valentyn looked so perfect, unbelievably beautiful in the dim light of the early morning, a giddy sensation of arousal shocking through Guilherme's system. He felt taken aback, surprised by his own overwhelming feelings towards his boyfriend, cock stirring against his thigh. His hand trailed downwards, fingers brushing through the thick swarm of chest hair, endlessly enamoured by the soft layer of body fat and dense muscle that covered Valentyn's body. He imagined Valentyn's reactions to his caresses, thinking about how the other man always lets out breathy moans when Guilherme plays with his nipples, the way he squirms when Guilherme mouths wet kisses over his chest. Swiping his thumb softly over Valetyn's nipple, Guilherme listened as the man's breath hitched in his sleep, Guilherme's own face lighting up in a bright blush. He pressed his body closer to Valentyn, the other man's leg still pressed between his thighs, biting back a whimper as his half-hard cock rubbed against the strong thigh. He rolled his hips down in a slow circle, breathing hard through his nose, the heat of arousal steadily building through his body.

Guilherme wrapped his arms around Valentyn's sleeping form, his ambient body heat hot against Guilherme's torso, hips picking up a more determined pace. Soft gasps escaped his mouth, breathing hard into Valentyn's shoulder, feeling the loose grip around his waist twitch ever so slightly. It was the couples favourite thing to do, waking each other up with sex, Guilherme many times having been startled awake with Valentyn gripping hard on his hips, cock buried deep in his ass. Guilherme had his own preferred methods, teasing Valentyn awake with his face pressed between plush ass cheeks, or massaging his tongue along the shaft of his dick squeezed deep in his throat. But Guilherme had a newer idea, sucking two fingers into his mouth, drooling over the digits and wetting them with his saliva. Once reasonably slicked with spit, he trailed them down the cleft of Valentyn's ass, slipping the tip of his middle finger through the tight ring of muscle. Sliding the digit into Valentyn's tight heat, Guilherme's stomach flipped as a low moan was breathed into his ear, Valentyn's body so relaxed and reactive. He shuffled himself closer to the other man, nestling firmer against the thigh pressed between his own, a small whimper squeaking in the back of his throat. Guilherme pressed a second finger into Valentyn, massaging his fingers slowly into him, rumbling another deep groan from the sleeping man. 

He felt insatiable, the dry drag of body hair and warm skin against his dripping cock, letting out unabashed whines with each grind of his hips. Flexing his fingers, Guilherme searched for that heavenly sweet spot inside of Valentyn, the other man's dick twitching in interest against his hip. With a small jostle, Guilherme felt Valentyn's arm tighten around his waist, a gravelly moan erupting from the man's throat.

"Fuck- Guilherme," Valentyn's voice was laced with sleep, his morning voice so deliciously deep and husky, back arching into Guilherme's touch. He dragged Guilherme into a tighter embrace, grinding his knee up in time with each roll of Guilherme's hips, "god- yeah right there."

Fumbling his hand, Valentyn gripped hard into Guilherme's mess of curls, dragging his head back from his shoulder. Their lips met in a messy kiss, teeth knocking together, moaning openly into each other's mouths. Guilherme's fingers fucked hard into Valentyn, each small thrust rubbing pointedly over his prostate, swallowing each hot groan from the man. Guilherme rolled his hips in time with each flex of his wrist, moaning as Valentyn bucked between the feeling of his cock rubbing against Guilherme's hipbone and the sensation of his fingers buried inside of him. Manhandling Guilherme to press their hips together Valentyn shoved his hand between their bodies, spitting on his hand to wrap a hot grip around both of their cocks.

"Ah! Val-" Guilherme moaned deep in his throat, the feeling of Valentyn's dick pressed against his own, the thrusts of his wrist into the other man growing more unsteady. The sensation of their body heat close together, Valentyn's hand squeezing their cocks in a slick grip, the man's tight heat squeezing around his digits, Guilherme felt the steady burn of arousal swirling deeper. "I'm- Fuck, Val I'm close" he whined against the other's mouth, fingers grinding pointedly against the man's prostate, pulling louder and louder moans deep from his chest.

Valentyn panted hard against Guilherme, the feeling of the man's fingers fucking inside of him, eacg massage of his knuckles over the bundle of nerves sending sparks of pleasure along his spine. "Ye-Yeah, shit- Cum for me, baby."

Guilherme's free hand gripped shakily at the back of Valentyn's neck, licking sloppy kisses into his mouth between whimpered moans, hips bucking hard into Valentyn's grip. With a sharp moan, Guilherme felt the peak of pleasure burn within him, the thrusts of his wrist stuttering as he came. He panted into Valentyn's mouth, high keens pushing from his throat, his cum dribbling over Valentyn's fist. Burying his face in the man's neck, Guilherme fucked his fingers harder into Valentyn, the man's hips grinding in an erratic rhythm.

"Fuck! yesyes-" a loud cry burst from Valentyn's chest, clenching down hard around Guilherme's fingers, back arching steeply as he came. He loosened the grip around their cocks, feeling Guilherme's thrusts slow and ease him through his orgasm, his head thrown back as soft moans filled the hot air of the room.

Their chests pressed together, panting hot into each other's mouth, body heat tangling together under the sheets. "Well good morning to you," Valentyn laughed.

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Valentyn laid in bed, the screen of his laptop shining bright, the sounds of a show he was absently watching tinny through the worn-out speakers. It was getting late, his eyes slowly lowering as sleep crawled through him, the time on the clock creeping closer to midnight. He was startled to full consciousness as he phone rang loudly, quickly pausing his show, searching around his bed. Seeing it was a facetime call from Guilherme, he happily answered, his stomach swooping low when the other's camera flashed across his screen. Guilherme, his face buried in pillows and eyes half-lidded in pleasure, back arched high in the air as the faceless man behind him drove into him with rough thrusts. Valentyn's cock swiftly took interest, Guilherme's debauched moans hardly muffled by the bedding below him, camera shaking with each harsh thrust.

"Hi Val" he heard the faceless man speak, quickly recognizing the deep lilting voice of João, Guilherme's bandmate and best friend, also the man who Guilherme fucked when he and Valentyn were apart. The couple had come to an agreement ages ago, the long distance being an obvious strain of their sex lives, especially with Guilherme's insatiable libido. João and Guilherme had a complex past, but they deeply trusted each other, and Valentyn trusted them just as much. "Doesn't he look so pretty" João's hand reached up to grab Guilherme's hair, pulling his head out from the pillows, the brunet's face twisted in pleasure as broken moans swam through the air.

Valentyn scrambled to switch headphones, jamming the jack into his phone, the sweet sounds from Guilherme filling his head. "Holy fuck" he groaned deep, his eyes focused hard on Guilherme, watching every wanton reaction to João's rough pace. Spitting into his palm, Valentyn shoved his hand into his pants, wrapping a hand around his hardened cock. 

"He sounds so pretty too, didn't want you to miss out" João's voice was wrapped with mirth and hot arousal, the dim lighting in his room reflected off the sweat on his broad chest, each thrust of his hips pushing a keening moan from Guilherme. Leaning over Guilherme's back, João's hand moved to cup his jaw, fingers squeezing tight. "Say hi to Val, baby."

Valentyn watched João's face move into the screen, his face bright red and flushed with sweat, dark eyes half-lidded with arousal. Judging by Guilherme's reactions, João had begun to fuck harder into the curly haired man, Valentyn could probably get himself off from just a picture of Guilherme's face. His eyebrows knitted up in pleasure, eyelids fluttering shut as his eyes rolled back, pitchy mewls escaping his mouth open in a pretty "o."

"Fuck- Oh my god" Valentyn groaned low in his throat, his hand speeding up the pace on his dick, thumbing under the sensitive head. His breath hitched as João grabbed the phone from Guilherme's hand, flipping the camera to show his view, his cock plunging in and out of the man's tight hole.

"Bet you wish this was you" João laughed emptily, arousal dripping hot from his words, slowing his thrusts to slow grinds. He pulled at Guilherme's ass cheek with his thumb, showing how his slick hole swallowed up João's dick, "he feels so good, just look at him."

Valentyn was fixated, feeling himself almost drool from the sight, João's words and Guilherme's debauched moans fueling a tight knot of heat in his groin. He watched as João fucked Guilherme back onto his cock, hand gripping hard onto the man's hip, fingers digging into the flesh, using the leverage to pull his hips back with each thrust forward. Guilherme sounded completely ruined, his back arched steeply, pushing his hips up against João. He thought back to the times he had Guilherme like this, the way he moaned when Valentyn drove into him with reckless abandon, just as he was doing now with João.

"Such a slut," Valentyn breathed out, his voice tight, "he just bends over for anyone who'll shove their cock in him."

He heard João curse under his breath, only able to imagine the look on his face, his low moans mingling with Guilherme's own through Valentyn's headphones. "You hear that Guimo?" João leant over Guilherme, placing the phone back on the pillows, "Val says you're a such a fuckin' cockslut." He yanked Guilherme's head from the pillows, the brunet's face contorted in pure bliss, tears streaked down his cheeks reflecting off the low light in the room.

"Ah! Hah- Yes, yesyesyes!" Guilherme babbled senselessly, his breathing ragged, Valentyn could tell he was getting close just by the way his small mewls and moans climbed in pitch. "Wan' you both."

"Whore" João murmured against Guilherme's ear, Valentyn's heart skipping at the huskiness of his voice, hips bucking up into his hand. Making sure the phone was stable, João dropped Guilherme back onto the pillows, adjusting his stance to begin driving hard into the brunet.

Guilherme's upper half was melted into the bedding, fucked out and used, João using a harsh grip to fuck his hips back with each thrust. All Guilherme could do was moan wantonly, knowing his own boyfriend was watching him get ruined by another man, his body trembled with overwhelming need. Each drag of João's cock over his prostate was dizzying, he couldn't remember how long the man had been fucking him, nor how long they'd been making Valentyn watch. Guilherme drooled into the pillows, distantly making out the distinct sounds of João and Valentyn moaning, their deep voices weaving together in his foggy mind. He listened to the sounds of Valentyn's orgasm over the tinny phone speakers, the man gasping between small keens, his deep groan sending a tremor through Guilherme.

With a punched-out squeak, Guilherme's orgasm barreled into him, ruined moans tearing from his chest as João fucked him through it. His untouched cock twitched between his legs, cum dripping hot onto the sheets below, his body shaking from exertion. João let out a string of curses, groaning deep with a final harsh thrust into Guilherme, grinding his hips against his ass as he emptied himself into the man.

"Take a look, Val" João grappled for the phone once more, holding the device with shaky hands. Pulling out of Guilherme, João flipped the camera to capture the view, his cum slowly leaking from Guilherme's used hole.

"Holy shit" Valentyn's voice cracked, desperate need seeping through his words, "I'm free next month y'know."

Laughing deep in his chest, João settled Guilherme on his side, "we'll see you then."

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Danyil pressed himself hard against his headboard, every hair on his body standing on end, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. At the end of his bed stood a towering figure, eyes glowing a dazzling turquoise, twin horns spiraling out from its forehead and temples.

"What the fuck are you?" Danyil's voice shook as he spoke, his heart thumping in his chest, "what do you want?"

The moonlight shining through his window reflected off the almost-purple skin of the humanoid, a whimper forcing its way from Danyil's throat as the beast crawled onto his bed, a low trembling chuckle coming from it. "It's okay, Danya" the beast's voice was soft, kind almost, a taloned hand reaching out to caress Danyil's cheek. The touch was gentle, the scrape of the claws against his skin sent strange shivers down his spine, a faint blush lighting up Danyil's cheeks. The beast was a massive thing, it's body eclipsing Danyil's as it dragged itself up the bed, in the new proximity Danyil could make out more features.

It's eyes, despite glowing an unnatural turquoise, looked soft, almost full of life. The brown hair on it's head was shaved down, the scruffy beard matching the colour of the trail of hair down the beast's broad chest, Danyil's eyes following the trail down below it's navel.

"Who- Who are you?" he swallowed hard, eyes tracing the masculine features of the other's face, the clawed hand moving from Danyil's face to rest over his heart.

"I am Fedir, but you will call me Fedya, not 'it,' and I'm all you desire" Fedir leant close to Danyil's face, the blond's eyes focusing on his lips, seeing a forked tongue peek between his teeth as he talked. "Let me show you."

Leaning down to Danyil's neck, Fedir licked a hot stripe along his artery, a small gasp leaving the man's mouth, a swirling sensation of lust punching deep in his core. "Ah! Fuck-" squeezing his thighs tight together, Danyil choked on a moan, the sudden feeling of heavy arousal making him lightheaded. 

"Just like that" Fedir smiled wide, displaying dangerously sharp canines, tasting the sweet adrenaline of arousal radiating off the blond man. He pulled Danyil under him, large hands pulling thin legs apart, resting the blond's knees on either side of his hips. "You humans are always so small" he spread his hand wide over Danyil's stomach, thumb and pinky finger reaching either side of the man's thin waist.

Danyil felt trapped beneath Fedir, the beast seeming almost twice the size of him in their position, fueling a new burning feeling of desire within him. "Oh my god" he squeaked out embarrassingly, his legs being spread open wide on either side of Fedir's hips and the large hand stretching over his smooth stomach, Danyil couldn't help but imagine what other sizable appendages he could have. 

"You take to this so well," Fedir cooed, hooking his talons into the waistband of Danyil's sleep shorts, pushing them down below his hips. The sharp tip of his claw traced down the line of Danyil's hipbone, watching the skin swell red from the abrasion, a shaky exhale leaving the blond. "So full of such delicious desire, let me in Danya, let me taste you" pushing himself back down the bed, Fedir bent down to lick up the man's torso, feeling his stomach muscles clench beneath the warm touch of his split tongue. He licked lower along Danyil's stomach, leaving trails of hot saliva on the pale skin, his tongue slipping under the waistband of the shorts.

"F-Fedya" each stroke of the beast's tongue sent overwhelming waves of pleasure through Danyil, his cock twitching in his shorts, feeling precum leaking from his tip and sticking to the cotton fabric. His hands came down to shuffle off the offending item of clothing, Fedir grinning wide up at him, taking great interest in how hard Danyil had become. The forked tongue twisted along the underside of Danyil's cock, pressing against the swollen vein, a sharp cry ripping from the blond's throat. "Shit! Please-" Danyil keened high in his throat, hips bucking up into the pleasure, whimpering when two strong hands pinned him down to the mattress.

Fedir continued to tease Danyil, trailing his hands softly along his body, not going any further than just licking along the man's shaft. He watched thin lines of red swell from the scratches of his claws, small pin pricks of blood beading a vibrant red against pale skin, drawing more impatient whines from Danyil. Throwing Danyil's legs over his shoulders, Fedir lathed his tongue down the man's thighs, feeling them shiver beneath his touch. Pushing the blond's knees up to his chest, Fedir pressed his face against Danyil's ass, running his tongue up the cleft of his ass.

"Shit! Oh my god" Danyil's head flew down to grab at the back of Fedir's head, fingers scrambling shakily against the shaved stubble, the large horns knocking against the underside of his thighs. The long tongue licked stripes up his ass, the forked tip twisting against his hole, saliva drooling down his crack. With a smooth movement, Fedir pushed his tongue into Danyil, squeaky moans falling from the blond's mouth. "Ah! Hah- Wait fuck!" Danyil's thighs shuddered in Fedir's grip, the feeling of the beast's tongue stroking hot movements against his prostate, the swirling fire of arousal coursing through his veins quickly hitting its peak.

His orgasm was overwhelming, pleasure fogging his brain beyond any coherent thought, whimpered moans climbing from his throat as Fedir continued to lick into him with enthusiastic energy. Danyil's thighs fought to clamp tight, the strong grip on the legs keeping them spread wide against his chest, his hands pushing weakly against Fedir's head. Cum pooled onto his stomach, Fedir's tongue not letting up in its onslaught of pleasure, Danyil gasped for air as he felt the painful pleasure swiftly coaxing his body closer to another orgasm.

"W-Wait! Please-" cutting himself off with a debauched wail, Danyil's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his body trembling from overstimulation as another orgasm punched out from his body. His arms flew over his face, small tears pouring from his eyes, Fedir's tongue finally sliding out of him.

"There we are" Fedir's voice remained soft in volume, his words coaxing the pain from Danyil's body, leaving only soothing pleasure to overtake what was left of his anxious mind. "Just how I wanted you."

A flash of bright turquoise light startled Danyil, pushing his arms from off his face, he was met with the sight of Fedir crouching above him, the beast's large cock hanging heavy between his legs. A small wriggle of fear made its way to the front of Danyil's mind, "oh my god, that's not gonna fit." He swallowed hard, wide eyes staring up at Fedir, sharp teeth showing in a satisfied smile.

Moving a clawed hand between Danyil's legs, Fedir shushed the blond gently, fingers pressing against his wet hole. With a shock of energy, Danyil felt his body relax and fall limp, a trickle of something slick dripping down the cleft of his ass. "Shh, don't worry your fragile little brain."

With a yelp from the blond, Fedir lifted Danyil's hips into the air, lining himself up with his slicked hole. Thin legs dangled over his arms, folding the blond in half, feeble whines escaping from between the man's lips. Danyil's back arched angelically, his upper body splayed limply against the bed, his soft brown eyes staring hard at Fedir's dick. Shuffling his hips forwards, Fedir pressed the swollen head of his cock against the relaxed ring of muscle, slowly pressing himself in. A broken moan rang through the room, Fedir's hands gripping tight around Danyil's waist, long fingers nearly meeting in a circle around the blond's body.

"Holy shit-" Danyil's voice was tight, his legs falling apart wider around Fedir's broad figure, feeling himself being stretched wide by the beast's cock. With each inch pressed deep into him, Danyil felt every thought in his mind slip away, leaving his brain in a state of wanton bliss. He wasn't sure how long it took for Fedir to sheath himself fully into Danyil, animalistic growls huffing from the beast with every movement, Danyil's eyes watery with tears.

"Look at you, taking me so perfectly, I can see right where I am" Fedir's hands shifted from Danyil's waist, a wide palm smoothing down the blond's torso, pressing down on his lower stomach. With a lewd gasp, Danyil's eyes shot open, unaware he had even closed them, focusing on the placement of Fedir's hand. "Good boy" Fedir's hand slid back down to Danyil's waist, revealing a small bulge showing at the bottom of the blond's torso.

"Is- Is that-" Danyil's voice cracked, his body ravaged with pleasure, a shaky hand reaching to settle over the bump of Fedir's cock buried within him. "Oh my god" he squealed shamelessly loud as Fedir's hip suddenly drew back, hips slamming forwards in a harsh thrust, Danyil feeling just how the large cock drove into his slight body. 

His arm fell limp back beside his head, wanton moans pouring out from his mouth, Fedir's rough thrusts sending waves of overwhelming arousal through Danyil. It felt as if he could hardly breathe, each thrust of Fedir's hips into him pushing broken mewls out from his chest, his cock dripping weakly against his stomach, against the outline of Fedir's dick inside of him. Danyil's mind went completely blank, the only sensation he was capable of comprehending was Fedir, the overwhelming presence of arcane pleasure clouding his senses. His body shook from the endless onslaught of stimulation, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut, a wrecked sob tearing from his mouth. Danyil felt as if he were floating, his orgasm was devastatingly divine, his vision whiting out as pleasure claimed his body.

With a start, Danyil shot up in bed, sweat pouring across his body. He panted erratically, eyes frantically searching around the room, finding nothing in the greyscale darkness of moonlight. Feeling the last trickles of pleasure leave his system, Danyil fully came to, suddenly aware of how disgustingly damp his bed was. Flinching in disgust, he felt a lewd drip of something slick leak from his hole, his stomach fluttering with an unexplainable emotion.

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Shivering in his spot on the floor, Danyil looked up at Tommaso, the clip attaching the collar around the blond's neck to the lead in the older man's hand jingling with the action. Danyil sat on his heels, knees bent beneath himself, palms pressed flat onto the cold hardwood floor. He felt a hot tremor of humiliation flow through him, dressed in nothing but a simple pair of cotton boxers and a headband, feeling the faux fur of the fake puppy ears brushing against his own ears. The heated leather of the collar chafed against Danyil's skin, the stiff material catching at the small hairs on the back of his neck, exacerbating the bright red blush that trailed down to his chest.

"Are you going to be a good boy, puppy?" Tommaso's voice was firm, his usual dark sunglasses discarded, deep brown eyes filled with lust. He tugged hard on the lead, pulling Danyil towards him, watching the blond man crawl to sit at his feet. "I asked you a question."

Nodding hard, Danyil swallowed thickly, "y-yes, I'm gonna be a good boy."

"Yes what?"

"...Yes sir" he stomach turned with sickening arousal, being made to bow beneath the older man, the shame only enticed him further.

"Good" Tommaso clicked his tongue, grabbing at a pillow on the bed beside him. "Now, I'm going to place this between my feet, and I want you to ride it, but-" spreading his legs further, he demonstrated his actions to Danyil, "you're going to listen to me, and you're going to do exactly what I say, okay?"

Danyil fought the strong urge to break eye contact, staring pathetically up at Tommaso, knowing that anything he did to disobey the man would land him with even more punishments. "Yes sir," He watched Tommaso place the pillow down, fluffing it up into a soft bundle in front of the blond, his hand coming up to cup Danyil's chin.

Tommaso's grasp was soft, keeping Danyil's head still as he studied his face, his plush lips pushed out in a small pout, honey brown eyes staring at him with deep longing. That all paired with the buff-coloured ears nestled in his mess of bleach blond hair, Danyil looked like the perfect pathetic puppy. "C'mon now, be good," Tommaso jostled the lead, directing Danyil to straddle the pillow, "and no touching, you can lean your head on my thigh, but your hands stay on the pillow or your own legs."

"Yes sir" Danyil's voice was barely a whisper, pushing himself atop the pillow, the material was firm between his shaking legs. He settled himself lower, legs splaying out on either side of himself, looking up at Tommaso for commands.

Tommaso stared back silently at Danyil, his smug expression laced along the edges with an unexplainable softness, "go on, be a good boy and ride it."

Gripping the edge of the pillow tightly, Danyil slowly began to rock his hips, the quiet tinkling of the lead spurring him on more. The firm drag of fabric against his clothed cock was perfect, grinding down as hard as he could, chasing the heated sensation. He felt Tommaso's eyes on him, the man watching the blond's every move, hot arousal swirling through Danyil at the thought. He bucked hard into the pillow, shivering with every spark of pleasure that flowed through his core, sweating beginning to prick along his back from the effort. Soft whines began to pour from his mouth, eyes pressed shut as he rutted into the pillow shamelessly, the deeply humiliating act only making it more addictive to Danyil.

"Puppy, can you look at me?" Tugging on the lead, Tommaso pulled Danyil's head up, the look of pathetic desperation on the blond's face sending a shot of heat straight to his groin. "You're doing so well, you're such a good boy."

With a whimpered keen, Danyil sagged down harder against the pillow, his body held up by the collar around his neck. His hips bucked harder into the pillow, his joints aching from the angle of his legs, the dull buzz of pleasure only making him crave more. "P-please" his voice cracked weakly, his thrusts stuttering, leaning his head against Tommaso's knee.

"What do you want, puppy? Use your words" the strain of his pants against his erection was almost painful, watching Danyil shamelessly rut against a pillow for Tommaso's own satisfaction.

Danyil moaned brokenly, pressing his cheek hard against Tommaso's thigh, "please- can I ride your thigh, please."

Humming in thought, Tommaso yanked harder on the lead, "you need to beg for it first, puppies need to prove their worth."

"Ah- Sir please, please let me ride your thigh I'll be a good boy, it's not enough I need you please!" Danyil babbled pathetically, tears forming in his wide eyes, pretty whimpers pouring from his mouth.

With a satisfied smile, Tommaso ran his hand through Danyil's mess of hair, scratching between the fake ears. "Such a good boy" he cooed tauntingly, wrapping the lead tight in his hand, Tommaso yanked the collar hard against Danyil's throat. The surprised gasps for air fueled the fire deep within Tommaso, watching the blond lean into the pain, "get up." Danyil sucked in a lungful of air, the collar falling limp back around his throat, blinking dazed up at Tommaso, "I said get up."

The collar pulled tight against Danyil's throat once more, dragging the blond to his feet, wobbling on shaky legs as he stood in front of Tommaso. He was dragged onto the bed by the lead, stumbling into the older man's embrace, swiftly manhandled to straddle over Tommaso's thigh. Pressing his hips down, Danyil let out a soft moan, Tommaso's hands wrapping around his waist. The lead in the man's hand pressed against his side, rolling against the soft skin of his waist, Tommaso's fingertips gripping hard at his torso.

"You can move," Tommaso pulled at Danyil's hips, shifting him along his thigh, pulling a whimper from the blond. Shakily, Danyil began to grind down, rolling his hips in circles against Tommaso. Thin hands gingerly came to rest on Tommaso's shoulders, large brown eyes staring at him, waiting for permission. "It's okay puppy, you can touch me."

Wrapping his hands over Tommaso's shoulders, Danyil bucked his hips against his thigh, a pitchy moan escaping from his lips. The man's thigh was much more substantial between his legs, firm muscle pressing perfectly against his hard cock, precum soaking a wet patch on his boxers.

"Look how wet you are" Tommaso murmured, pulling Danyil against his thigh in time with the blond's thrusts, "just soaking through your boxers like a slut."

Danyil moaned softly, pressing his face into Tommaso's neck, his hips bucking hard against the thigh between his legs. The puppy ears felt heavy on his head, slightly grounding him between each tug and rattle of the collar around his neck, pleasure swimming through his system. Each rock of his hips was met with Tommaso pulling him down, the older man's thigh tensing and raising slightly, drawing higher moans from Danyil. 

A whine pushed high from Danyil's throat, breaths panted hard against Tommaso's shoulder, "please- please can I cum." His cock throbbed between his legs, straining hard against the fabric of his boxers, each jostle of Tommaso's legs pulling him closer to the edge. "please! Pleasepleaseplease sir-"

Tommaso's hands slipped down to grab Danyil's ass, grinding the blond's hips down in his grip, "asking so nicely puppy, such a good boy." He pressed a wet kiss to Danyil's shoulder, listening to the wanton keens from the man, "go on, cum for me puppy."

Danyil's thighs shook with effort, hands twitching against Tommaso's shoulders, feeling the collar twist around his neck as the older man adjusted his hands. With a sharp tug of the lead, the collar was pulled taught against Danyil's throat, a loud cry ringing through the room. His hips bucked erratically, body shaking as his orgasm rattled through him, high-pitched moans leaving his mouth with every gasp of air. 

"Good boy" Tommaso cooed, petting gently down Danyil's smooth back, his slight form trembling in his grasp. "You did so good for me today puppy, you listened so good."

Danyil felt his boxers soak with his cum, sticky between his legs, Tommaso's soft praises soothing his shaking. "Thank you" he squeaked out shakily, wrapping his arms tighter around the older man, sagging limply into his arms.

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Fedir buried his face in Danyil's neck, three fingers pumping in and out of the man, drawing delicate moans from between his lips. He massaged the tips of his fingers against Danyil's prostate with each stroke, pressing open mouthed kisses against his shoulder, the blond man squirming beneath him.

"F-Fuck! Fedya please!" Danyil whined high in his throat, squeezing his legs against Fedir's hips, his head falling to the side to expose more of his neck. He clung to the man's back, fingers digging into the skin beneath his shoulder blades, his cock dripping precum onto his stomach. The slick sound of Fedir's lubed fingers fucking into Danyil filled the room, mixing with the high-pitched moans from the blond, "Fedya I swear to god-"

"So impatient" Fedir chuckled into Danyil's neck, slowly pulling his fingers from the blond, massaging the slick lube along the cleft of his ass. He pushed himself back, hovering over Danyil, his erection hanging heavy between his thighs. "You ready, love?" He smiled gently, looking down at the blond man, his face soft with pleasure.

"Yes, please-" Danyil choked off with a small whimper, body shivering with pleasure, body heated with arousal from how long Fedir had spent gently coaxing him open. His legs spread open wide, knees dropping apart on either side of Fedir, inviting the man deeper. 

Lifting both knees over his forearms, Fedir pressed himself closer to Danyil, the tip of his aching cock rubbing teasingly over the blond's slicked hole, drawing a frustrated moan from the man. His hands gripped Danyil's waist, bending his legs to his chest, Fedir slowly pressing his hips forwards. With a strangled gasp from the blond, Fedir began to sink himself into Danyil, groaning at the feeling of the tight heat around his dick. His hips pressing firm against Danyil's ass, Fedir paused to catch his breath, the swooping arousal in his stomach leaving him gasping for air.

"Please move" Danyil's voice was tight as he squeaked out a moan, his hole fluttering around the thick cock inside of him, a bright flush trailing down erotically from his face to his pale chest. 

Fedir shifted inside of him as the brunet adjusted his knees, a small whimper keening from Danyil, "you're so sensitive." Hands holding tight around the blond's waist, Fedir slowly circled his hips, grinding himself deeper into Danyil. A loud cry sounded out from Danyil, arms stretching out to wrap around Fedir's neck, the brunet's cock pressing firmly against his prostate with each small rotation of his hips.

"Stop teasing me!" Danyil whined pathetically, attempting to buck himself back onto Fedir's dick, trying to goad the man into properly fucking him. His actions went purposely ignored, Fedir's strong hands holding his hips firmly in place, the brunet continuing to slowly rock his hips into the other man. Danyil's body twitched against the forced restraint, trying to drive himself back onto the sensation of Fedir buried inside him, whimpering impatiently. "Please! I want you Fedya, please" his moans were drawn out, desperation lacing his voice, fingernails scratching at Fedir's shoulders.

"Have some patience, Danya," Fedir laughed breathily, a lopsided grin stretching across his face, admiring how quickly Danyil fell apart from simple teasing. "Always so sensitive, so pretty when you beg for me like this" his hands smoothed up Danyil's sides, cupping around his ribs, thumbs ghosting lightly over the man's pert nipples.

Danyil moaned wantonly, back arching up towards the touch, shivers of arousal dancing along his nerves. "Please fuck me" his face twisted up in pleasure, putting on his best pleading expression, eyebrows kneading up as his plush lips pushed out in a small pout.

Leaning down, Fedir pressed his lips softly against Danyil's, his tongue licking slowly into the man's mouth. In a swift movement, he drew his hips back, thrusting roughly into the blond, Danyil choking out a shocked moan against Fedir's mouth. "Ah fuck!" Danyil shuddered at the suddenly onslaught of pleasure, Fedir quickly falling into a rough rhythm, fucking himself hard into Danyil. Calloused hands returned to their place around the blond's waist, gripping him tightly, fingertips sinking into the soft skin.

A stream of mewled moans fell from Danyil's mouth with each thrust, hands clawing weakly against Fedir's back, lips falling open with a lewd expression. His back arched hard against Fedir's rough pace, angling his hips up into the rush of pleasure, the brunet's cock grinding against his prostate with each thrust. "You feel so good-" Danyil moaned unabashedly, his head falling to the side, the hot burn of arousal tingling along his spine. Fedir leant himself into Danyil, folding the blond in half with the change of angle, groaning hot into the man's neck as the tight heat squeezed around his cock. "Oh my- Fuck! Like that- Like that!" The ache from the stretch of his thighs being pressed against his chest was addictive, feeling Fedir's moans were breathed hot against his neck, his ears ringing from the lustful sounds.

Fedir groaned gravely into Danyil's neck, licking and biting at the soft skin, tasting the salty tang of sweat along his tongue. He nipped dark bruises into the pale flesh, his mouth travelling up from Danyil's shoulder to his jaw, capturing the man's mouth in a sloppy kiss.

Moaning against Fedir's mouth, Danyil felt dizzy from the intense pressure of arousal building inside of him, an aching emotion burrowing itself in his chest. "Feel so good" he moaned brokenly, feeling Fedir's cock driving into him with each slap of skin against skin, "fuck- please, oh my god! Please, get me pregnant-" Slapping a hand over his mouth, Danyil felt a swirl of shame fall deep in his chest, stomach swooping as he felt Fedir's hips stutter erratically with a rough thrust.

"Holy shit, Danya," Fedir moaned shamelessly against Danyil's skin, arousal hitting him hard, "you want that, yeah?" He pushed Danyil's legs to sit on his shoulders, adjusting his stance on the bed, beginning to drive himself deeper into the blond.

"Ah! Hng- Fuck! Yes please!" Danyil felt limp against the bed as Fedir sat himself higher, the man looming over Danyil, fucking him into the bedding. "Get me pregnant, I need you- Ah!" His legs shook from the strain on his muscles, the tight ache only fueling his arousal, Fedir pressing him into a deep bend. Each harsh thrust shifted him up the bed, Fedir's pace was relentless, every drive of his hips against Danyil's sending waves of pleasure through the blond.

Hoarse moans torn from Fedir's throat as he fucked hard into Danyil, feeling the blond's thin legs quiver on either side of his shoulders, his slicked hole clenching down around him. "Gonna give you what you need," his voice was gruff, dizzying arousal clouding his thoughts, spurring him on. "Gonna fuck you full, fill you with my cum until you're crying for it" choking on a heady groan, Fedir's hands tightened on Danyil's waist, the desperate cries flowing from the blond's mouth driving him mad. "I'm not gonna stop until it sticks, breed you until you're swollen with it."

Danyil let out a broken sob, feeling tears well along his waterline, precum dripping in a steady stream onto his stomach. "Hah- Fuck! Please, yes!" He felt perfectly ruined, Fedir so swiftly going along with Danyil's shameless fantasies, the sound of the other man rasping out degenerate rambles gradually building the fire of arousal in his core. Fingers clawing at the pillow, Danyil felt the heavy swirl of arousal pushing him closer to the edge, each drive of Fedir's cock against his prostate was sending his head swimming in a daze. He could hardly move, Fedir's hold on his body keeping him in place below the man, his stomach swooping at the thought of being trapped below Fedir like this, "fuck me full of you- Please!"

The debauched sounds from Danyil sent Fedir spiraling with lust, creating a roaring burn deep in his core, his breaths picking up with each rough thrust of his hips into Danyil. "Gonna- Fuck! Gonna get you pregnant, baby."

Danyil let out a broken wail, grabbing the pillow beneath his head in a white knuckle grip, lewd moans pouring from his mouth with each deep thrust. "Please- 'm close" his voice was small, words slurring together from the dizzying pleasure, precum pooling on his lower stomach. Fedir's thrusts weren't letting up, the brunet man set on fulfilling Danyil's wishes, set on pumping Danyil full and breeding him. 

With a pitchy moan, Danyil felt his orgasm rush through his system, legs shaking as Fedir fucked him through it. He couldn't stop the pour of breathy moans from his mouth, his dick shooting ropes of cum onto his stomach, the pleasure almost too much for him. Danyil's brain felt foggy, his knees pressed to his shoulders with Fedir looming over him, deep thrusts easing Danyil through his overwhelming orgasm.

The feeling of Danyil clenching down tight around his cock sent shivers through Fedir, thrusts stuttering as he fucked Danyil through his peak, the delicate moans flowing from the blond going straight to Fedir's dick. "Gonna cum" he groaned deep in his chest, his thrusts growing increasingly erratically as he chased the approaching feeling of his own orgasm, focusing on the pathetic mewls he continued to fuck out of Danyil. He panted raggedly, fingers gripping small bruises into Danyil's waist, "I'm gonna get you pregnant, baby."

A drawn out whimper was pulled from Danyil, the blond laying limp against the bedding, letting Fedir fuck into him like a toy. He babbled out small pleas, words slurring together through the haze of pleasure, overstimulation slowly creeping through his nerves. 

With a final rough buck into Danyil, Fedir felt his orgasm wash over him, hips twitching as he pumped himself deep into Danyil. He rolled his hips in small circles, pushing himself deeper, letting Danyil's legs fall from his shoulders. Keeping himself buried inside Danyil, he pressed gentle kisses along the blond's neck, listening to each whiny breath that was panted out from him. He rubbed a hand of Danyil's lower stomach, feeling the sparse body hair beneath his palm, "you think it stuck? Or should we try again?"

Throwing his arms over his face, Danyil moaned out a lustful sob, shaky legs falling open at his sides. He felt Fedir slowly pull out, the thick cock slipping from his ass with a slick pop, the brunet man cooing as he did. Danyil felt a warm drip leak from his hole, hearing Fedir tut in disapproval, two fingers pushing the leaking cum back inside. He keened wantonly, the painful pleasure of overstimulation clouding his senses. "Well we can't have it leak out of your puffy little hole," Fedir's voice was hot, heavy arousal still running deep through his words, "guess we'll just have to try again."

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"You cannot be serious" Guilherme sat on the edge of the bed, staring up at Valentyn with a dumbfounded expression. His boyfriend stood in front of him, hand on his hip, with a pair of lacy pale blue panties in his hand.

"No, I am" smiling widely, Valentyn stretched his arm out to Guilherme, shoving the panties towards him. "Put them on."

Taking the underwear gingerly in his hands, Guilherme rubbed the scratchy lace between his fingers, hanging the panties between his hands to see how positively tiny they are. The front pouch would hardly be enough to hold his dick in place, the back might as well have been an intricately designed piece of dental floss, the panties an almost laughable suggestion of "underwear." He looked back at Valentyn, a dreamily smug look across the man's face, clearly imagining what Guilherme would look like with the panties on.

"I'm not wearing these" Guilherme deadpanned, attempting to hand the panties back to Valentyn, denying his proposition.

Valentyn shrugged, taking the deniable off his chest, "okay, well it's either this or nothing."

"Yeah, and I'd much rather choose to wear nothing" rolling his eyes, Guilherme began to unbutton his shirt, "not like I wear anything when we fuck anyways."

Guilherme's actions were halted by a suspiciously sarcastic chuckle from the other man, "oh no, I mean that you're getting nothing at all, babe." Tucking the panties into the pockets of his jeans, Valentyn turned to leave the room, "bye! I'm gonna go jack off in the bathroom."

Stunned by the quick change of course, Guilherme sat on the bed with his shirt half undone, watching Valentyn swiftly retreat. "Val- What the fuck? Get back here!"

A taunting laugh echoed from the hallway, Valentyn clearly having made it to the bathroom, "you made your choice!"

Guilherme groaned frustrated, his half-chubbed cock quickly flagging, "oh my god! Fine, I'll wear the fucking panties!" He rolled his eyes at the elicited cheer from down the hall, the sounds of Valentyn's feet pattering closer as he ran back to the bedroom.

His boyfriend's smile was wide and crazed, a shadow of underlying arousal darkening his eyes, "do you promise?" He tossed the panties back towards Guilherme, the man catching the underwear with a fumbled attempt, sighing deeply as he felt the material once more.

"Let me get changed, you freak" he watched Valentyn skip back out of the room, deeply contemplating all his decisions that lead him to this point, caving in to his boyfriend's demands for him to wear skimpy underwear so quickly after being blueballed. Guilherme quickly discarded his shirt, slipping his boxers down with his jeans, sighing deeply as he stepped into the lacy garment. He slid the panties up his long legs, securing them on his hips, adjusting them until they had the semblance of being comfortable. Staring at the full-length mirror across the room, Guilherme checked himself out in the reflection, angling himself in different poses to get the full few.

The pastel blue lace complimented the milky pale skin of his upper thighs, high waistband perfectly hugging his narrow hips, the lack of back coverage seemingly the perfectly revealing amount of fabric over his small pert ass. It wasn't awful, Guilherme decided, although he still wasn't keen on it. He crawled back onto the bed, settling himself against the pillows at the headboard, posing himself perfectly. "Val, you can come back!"

Swiftly approaching footsteps alerted Guilherme to Valentyn's highly enthusiastic mood, the man bursting back into the room, stopping dead in his tracks once spotting Guilherme on the bed. "Oh my god, this is so much better than I imagined," he approached the bed slowly, light brown eyes scanning every inch of Guilherme's exposed skin, Valentyn swallowing hard at the image of Guilherme stretched out along his bed. Stripping off his outer layers, Valentyn crawled onto the mattress, the height of his arousal made obvious through the outline in his boxers. Valentyn pushed apart Guilherme's knees, exposing the full length of the man's inner thighs, heavy lust consuming his expression.

Running his hands up the smooth skin of Guilherme's thighs, Valentyn shuffled himself between his boyfriend's legs, eyes focused solely on the lace between Guilherme's thighs. He scanned up Guilherme's body, trailing his fingers down the sparse trail of hair on his torso leading to below the frilly hem of the panties, looking up to Guilherme's brightly flushed face. "You look so pretty, baby" Valentyn ran his fingers up his boyfriend's body, ghosting gently over the man's nipples, pulling out a shaky gasp from between Guilherme's lips. Leaning down above Guilherme, Valentyn pressed his lips to the man's chest, leaving a trail of slow, wet kisses across the tanned skin. He made his way down Guilherme's torso, feeling how he squirmed beneath his gentle touch, Valentyn running his tongue along the crease of Guilherme's hip bone.

"V-Val" Guilherme shuddered as Valentyn moved closer and closer to his groin, his dick finally taking interest in the situation, the scratchy lace constricting around him. "Can you just hurry up?"

Humming in feigned-consideration, Valentyn tutted teasingly, "I just wanna take my time worshipping my pretty girl."

Something hot stung through Guilherme at those words, an overwhelming mix of humiliation and mild arousal, "don't say that." His hands covered his blushing red face, voice squeaking out in a pathetic whine.

"But you look so beautiful Guimo, such a gorgeous girl all dolled up in pretty panties for me" Valentyn moved back up over Guilherme, pressing soft kisses to the man's shoulders, feeling the warmed skin beneath his lips. Valentyn listened closer to the choked back whimper that sprung from Guilherme's throat, grinning wide with satisfaction, his body heating with simmering arousal. Peppering wet kisses along Guilherme's neck, Valentyn ran his hands back down between the man's thighs, cupping the half-hard cock through the lace. "And look, you're getting so wet for me."

"Val!" Guilherme's thighs snapped tight around Valentyn's hips, the pleasure of his boyfriend's hand stroking him softly through the lace creating an almost nauseating contrast with the intense feeling of shame flowing through him, embarrassing sounds of arousal bubbling deep in his chest.

In a swift movement, Valentyn riffled through their bedside table, grabbing out the half-empty bottle of lube. "Flip over" before Guilherme could even comprehend his words, Valentyn manhandled the other man onto his front, pulling his hips up in a deep bowing arch. 

A strangled yelp rang out from Guilherme, steadying himself on the bed against the rush of vertigo from the sudden movements, the quick rush of sensations sending shivers up his spine. He felt Valentyn hook his fingers into the back of the panties, bunching up the fabric and pushing it aside, exposing Guilherme's ass while keeping him wrapped up in the blue lace. 

Valentyn kneaded at Guilherme's ass, spreading him open with his thumbs, letting his drool dribble down onto the clenched hole. Shocking a high whimper from the other man, Valentyn pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, feeling how easily it gave way to the intrusion. "Look at that" his voice was low, words thickly coated with arousal, "you're so wet and loose, your cunt is just taking it so easy."

Guilherme felt a cold tremor run through his veins, unable to differentiate the feeling of deep humiliation and dizzying arousal swimming inside of him, "what the fuck-" He felt almost embarrassed at how whiny his voice was, Valentyn's words getting to him so easy, the bottle of lube clicking open sending more shivers up his spine. 

Slicking his fingers with a thick coat of lube, Valentyn pressed two fingers against Guilherme, watching the muscle ease and suck in the digits. "Fuck babe, just so desperate aren't you?" He felt Guilherme clench around his fingers, wanton sounds of surprise flowing out from his boyfriend, the man burying his face into the pillows as Valentyn sunk his fingers into the last knuckle. Crooking his fingers slightly, Valentyn began to slowly fuck the digits in and out of Guilherme, grinding them against the man's prostate.

Guilherme bit down hard onto a pillow, attempting to stifle the flow of hauntingly shameful sounds, feeling just how much the lace constricted around his erection. Valentyn's fingers were not letting up, the digits grinding a devastating pace against his prostate, forcing tremors of pleasure throughout Guilherme. He quickly got lost in the sensations, Valentyn slowly stretching him open, fingers scissoring apart with each deliberate thrust. Guilherme whined as the feeling was suddenly gone, Valentyn's fingers slipping from his hole, the click of the cap of lube ringing out clearly once more.

Shuffling off his boxers, Valentyn gasped as the chilling air of the room hit his cock, erection twitching between his thighs. The sight of Guilherme before him was something straight out of his fantasies, the man bent over with his ass up in the air, delicate lace wrapping around his hips. He lathered his cock with the lube, firmly stroking along his shaft, suddenly aware of how dizzyingly aroused he was. Pulling aside the panties once more, Valentyn teased his cock along the cleft of Guilherme's ass, slicking the lube around the tight muscle. "Your cunt is so wet for me, gonna ruin these pretty panties aren't you?"

The retort quickly died in Guilherme's throat, making way for a desperate moan, Valentyn roughly fucking himself into Guilherme with a firm thrust. Feeling himself leak into the lace of the panties, Guilherme whimpered brokenly, the other man slowly rolling his hips into him, forcing himself deeper.

"You just swallow me up, just soaking wet and desperate to be fucked" Valentyn let the words fall from his mouth, his brain running at a thousand kilometres an hour, the feeling of Guilherme clenching around was driving him mad with lust. He steadily began to thrust into the other man, hands moving to grasp Guilherme's waist, feeling the seam of the panties press against his dick with each buck back of his hips. He pulled Guilherme back onto his cock, forcing his hips back onto every forward thrust, forcing muffled mewls from the man below him. "Listen to yourself, so desperate for your cunt to be stuffed you're just crying for it" he groaned headily at his own words, fucking himself roughly into Guilherme, the smacking of skin against skin filling the room.

Guilherme's fingers dug harshly into the pillows next to his head, letting himself go limp against the onslaught of pleasure, each press of Valentyn's hips against his own sending shooting stars across his vision. He felt a hand slide up his back, hand pressing between his shoulders, forcing his spine into a deeper arch. Valentyn loomed over him, thrusts bucking roughly into his ass, sparks of pleasure flying along his nerves. 

Valentyn's thrusts stuttered as he adjusted himself, fingers wrapping tightly around Guilherme's curls, forcing the man's head up from the pillows. "Let me hear you baby," a loud cry was forced out from Guilherme, wanton moans spilling from the man's mouth. "Got yourself all dolled up for me, put on your prettiest panties just to ruin yourself on my cock" Valentyn felt himself slipping, arousal burning deep in his core, each pretty moan from Guilherme going straight to his groin. "You gonna cum for me baby? Milk your tight cunt on my dick?"

Guilherme felt ruined, humiliation firing hot inside him, his cock aching hard against the tight lace. Valentyn's words filled his head, each crude sentence burying itself deep inside of him, "please- Ah! Hng pleasepleaseplease!"

Valentyn folded himself over Guilherme's back, rutting into him with an animalistic need, grinding his palm against Guilherme's dick through the panties. With a sharp cry, he felt Guilherme tense below him, the man's body quivering as ruined moans flooded from his throat. He felt the panties grow wet beneath his palm, grinding himself into Guilherme with harsh grunts, coaxing the man through his orgasm. Each tight clench around his cock has Valentyn's pleasure quickly reaching its peak, heady moans punching out from his chest, burying himself deep into Guilherme. 

Valentyn panted gruffly against Guilherme's neck, listening to each sweet whine cresting high between his lips, the man's body shivering beneath him. He gently pulled himself from Guilherme, his dick sliding out with a slick pop, groaning at the feeling. "You okay babe?" he pulled himself off of the man, swallowing thickly as he watched his cum leak into the pale lace, hands petting gently along Guilherme's sides.

"I hate you" Guilherme rolled limp onto his side, hands coming up to cover his face, small giggles racking his body as his legs shook from residual pleasure.

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Danyil was fucked, he was a naïve idiot who expected gifts to be actual gifts, and not curses. He sat curled up on his couch, sweat pouring down his shivering body, a nauseating fever running rampant through his body. The cupcake wrapper laid open on the coffee table, taunting him, pieces of sparkly pink confectionery still sticking to the flimsy parchment. He contemplated calling someone, if he poisoned himself at least he wouldn't die alone, his stomach swooping strangely as the one person who trusted most came to mind.

The line rang for a few seconds, dial tone cutting off as a deep voice popped up in Danyil's ear.

"Hello?" Fedir sounded confused, not expecting his friend who hated phone calls, to call him. "What's up?"

"Fedya I fucked up" Danyil groaned down the line, each word from his mouth feeling like a punishment. "Can you please come over?"

Danyil heard the sound of rummaging through the crackly phone connection, Fedir muttering to himself, "what the fuck? Are you okay? I'm on my way right now." He heard the sound of Fedir leaving his house, the door creaking open and slamming shut, "I have to drive so I'm gonna hang up, is that okay?"

"Mhm, yeah" Danyil felt a wave of shame waver through him, feeling upset for making his friend concerned, heart thudding in his chest as the call disconnected. Fedir was coming to help him, curling in on himself as his fever raged hotter, his stomach fluttering strangely at the thought of Fedir being with him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed between Fedir hanging up and the frantic knocking on his door, feeling delirious through the haze of nausea, thankfully he left his door unlocked when he got home earlier.

"Danya! I'm here" Fedir called through the home, rushing towards the living room at the sound of a pained whimper, spotting Danyil shivering in a ball on the couch. "What the fuck happened?" He crouched down in front of the blond, setting his hand gently on his shaking shoulder, flinching back at the elicited broken moan from the action.

The simple touch from Fedir was maddening, his warm palm sending tremors of pleasure along Danyil's nerves, his nausea clearing for the split second of contact. Fedir stared at him silently, hand hovering above Danyil's shoulder, waiting for an answer from the panting man.

"I- I dunno" feeling a trickle of sweat run down his temple, Danyil was suddenly hit with the intense need for Fedir's touch, floundering as he searched for words. "I think I got poisoned."

"You what?" Fedir shouted incredulously, scrambling to find his phone, "why didn't you call 112?"

"No! Nonono don't please!" with a surge of panicked adrenaline, Danyil pushed himself to a sitting position, reaching out to stop Fedir. "Just- Just help me to the bathroom, please I can just puke it up or something."

Staring at Danyil dumbfounded, Fedir stuttered in confusion, the whole situation becoming so overwhelming in such a short time. "Are you insane? We need to get you to the hospital."

Danyil shook his head rapidly, steadying himself on the couch through the vertigo, "bathroom, now please." His voice was squeaky, frantic desperation clawing at the edges of his words, reaching out weakly to the other man.

Fedir stood still, wracked by conflicting emotions, sighing deeply as he took in Danyil's broken figure. The blond look even smaller than usual in his devastated state, hair clinging to his sweat dampened face, skin flushed bright red and shaky. "Fine, but if it doesn't go away in like, 10 minutes after, we're taking you to the hospital" he approached the couch once more, wrapping his arm around Danyil's midsection, jumping back at the wanton moan breathed hot against his neck.

"F-Fuck, Fedya I'm sorry" Danyil clung weakly to Fedir's side, tremors of unprecedented arousal forcing his body to shake, each panted breath coming out as a small mewl. "I don't know- Ah!" doubling over as Fedir's grip adjusted, Danyil became frighteningly aware at just how hard he suddenly was, feelings of guilt and shame piercing through the cloud of lust filling his thoughts. Each point of contact between him and Fedir was dizzying, feeling the man's body heat radiating through his sweat soaked clothes, his legs feeling even weaker than before.

"Um, it's okay we're gonna get you to the bathroom, okay?" Fedir dragged Danyil to his feet, each choked back whimper from the blond forcing an odd feeling into the man, he shouldn't be thinking about his friend like that when he's in what must be pain.

Danyil's whimpers grew louder with each step, sweat rolling down his forehead, "F-Fedya wait, waitwaitwait-" The unexplainable pleasure seared through his body, warning bells of anxiety ringing high alongside it, his erection straining achingly against his boxers. Danyil's hand slapped at the brunet's chest with a panicked distress, Fedir's grip sliding from his ribs to his waist, placing the last straw onto Danyil's feebly woven psyche. With a debauched moan, his knees buckled, overwhelming waves of pleasure consuming his body. He fell to the floor in a pile of limbs, thighs clamping together as he shook through his orgasm, a shaking hand flying to his mouth to muffle his moans. 

The fabric of his underwear clung stickily to his skin, a small wet spot forming between his thighs on his sweatpants, Danyil felt even sicker than before. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry I'm so sorry I-" tears poured freely down his face, a small sob catching in his throat, forcing him to retch aggressively. He heard Fedir murmuring to him, his voice soft but incomprehensible to Danyil, a trash can clinking against the ground in front of him. He dry heaved into the bin, yet nothing came up, the hot feeling of arousal still clinging to every nerve ending. A large hand pet soothingly along his bowing back, the touch still sending signals of pleasure to his brain, cock twitching painfully in his boxers. "Please- Stop-" He choked on his words, clenching a white-knuckle grip onto the rim of the trash can, his back arching up into the pleasurable sensations.

"Danya please, what's going on?" Fedir sounded almost defeated, speaking to Danyil softly, his voice heavy with deep concern.

Small sobs wracked Danyil's body, the fever returning with a force, "I don't know, but it just- It's so much, every time you touch me I-" Swallowing hard, Danyil felt a sharp prick of anxiety, unable to finish his sentence. Danyil's crush on his bandmate had been long running, blatant yearning disguised as endearing platonic affection, his buried feeling had been crushing him for years. And in a horrific turn of events, those same feelings had come back tenfold to haunt him, unable to accept any comforting contact from the man without mind melting amounts of pleasure.

Fedir's hand reached out to hold Danyil's cheek, turning his flushed face towards him, watching the blond's eyes roll and flutter shut. He drew his hand back sharply, ignoring the strong reaction his groin had to the expression, "just start from the top."

Heaving in gasps of air, Danyil attempted to force himself to think straight, trying to clear the dense fog of arousal and nausea. "I um… I was given something, a um- A cupcake, by someone, I think a fan I'm not sure… They said something about it being baked with love- or for love, I dunno" Danyil rambled through slurred words, piecing together blurred memories in his halfdead brain. "It was pink, and glittery, it kinda looked like my Eurovision outfit y'know and um… I ate it when I got home- I'm not sure why it was a fucking stupid decision," resting his head on his arm, Danyil continued to attempt to catch his breath, "it start like, small, just a stomach ache. I thought it was the usual problems… Then it just got worse, and I didn't know why, and now I just- Every time you touch me it hurts so much and I want it so bad." His voice cracked as tears blurred his vision once more, the shame of admitting his desires, being forced into such a desperate state in front of Fedir.

"What does that mean?" Fedir whispered gently, fighting the urge to reach out and comfort Danyil, not wanting to put the blond through more anguish.

Looking up at Fedir with a broken expression, Danyil fought through every thought that rushed into his head, painfully piecing together words to form something remotely coherent. "I want you, so bad, it hurts me so much all I can do is crave it- Crave you" his hand reached out shakily, grabbing onto Fedir's wrist, bringing the man's hand back to his face. The contact of bare skin felt like a million electric shocks, a moan tearing itself from Danyil's mouth, fingers clenching around the wrist to keep it in place. "I don't know- I don't know please just, I need you so bad please."

Fedir stared shocked at Danyil, watching the blond's face contort from the extended contact between them, twisting into something lewd and unforgettable. "I'd do anything" the confession fell quickly from his lips, the fire he tried so hard to suppress quickly roaring to life, every thought he'd ever had about Danyil returning to his mind, "anything, just tell me."

"Touch me- Touch me please, anywhere do anything to me I'm-" Danyil cut himself off with a drawn out keen, Fedir reaching out his other hand to cradle his face, pressing his full weight into the man's hold. With a strangled gasp, Danyil was pulled towards Fedir, their lips meeting in an open kiss. Danyil moaned shamelessly into Fedir's mouth, trembling hands flinging around the brunet's neck, drawing their bodies closer together. 

Fedir pulled apart from Danyil, ignoring the cried out whimper from the blond, dragging the man back to his feet. He pushed him hard against the closest wall, pressing their bodies together as close as possible, a stream of wanton moans pouring out from Danyil's lips. A firm grasp around his waist kept Danyil on his feet, knees weak and threatening to buckle once more, his hips bucking up against Fedir, chasing after tangible pleasure. In a swift motion, Danyil was taken off his feet, bundled into a bridal carry in the other man's arms. He yelped at the sudden action, the increased points of contact between the two of them sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through his body, pulse beating rapidly as he squirmed in Fedir's arms.

Danyil felt unbearably dizzy, everything happening so quickly, the raging arousal coursing through his veins leaving no time to consider what had happened in the last few minutes. Fedir tossed him down onto his bed, body bouncing slack against the soft sheets, watching the other man peel his shirt off. "Tell me if you want me to stop" Fedir crawled onto the bed after Danyil, hovering over the blond man, Danyil sprawled out in an angelic picture of eroticism below him.

"Never stop, please I need you" Danyil dragged Fedir down onto top of him, pressing their bodies together with a small whimper, teeth knocking together in a sloppy kiss. Fedir's hands slid under Danyil's sweater, pulling the sweat-damp clothing from his body, a loud moan eliciting from the blond at the feeling of their bare chests pressed together. Danyil was a mess against the bed, the effects of whatever substance he consumed still running rampant through his system, whimpers and moans pouring in a constant flow from his throat. Each touch from Fedir was exhilarating, the feeling of the man's hands brushing along his bare skins, trailing lightly down his sides. With the brunet's tongue in his mouth and his hands around his waist, Danyil quickly felt the peak of another orgasm funneling through his nerves, back arching hard against the pleasure. His legs shook uncontrollably, wrapping them tight around Fedir's hips, whining high in his throat. "I'm- Ah!" Struggling to form words through the haze of heightened pleasure, Danyil shuddered through his second orgasm, lewd sounds tearing out from his throat. His sweatpants were ruined by this point, the stain of his cum wetting the seam between his thighs, making the fabric cling to his underwear.

"Are you okay?" Fedir pet Danyil's hair back from his sweaty forehead, the blond man keening up into his gentle touch, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

Swallowing thickly, Danya nodded his head, "please keep going, I'm- I need- I want you, I need this gone please." Shuffling off his sweatpants, Danyil gasped at the loss of the constricting garments, his cock still half-hard against his stomach. Fedir dove back down into Danyil's embrace, his lips meeting the hot skin of his neck, mouth wet kisses down to his shoulder. His eyes rolling back, Danyil's fingers clawed down Fedir's back, the immense amounts of pleasure from just the slightest touch was almost paralyzing. Fedir's hands slid down his body, small whines blooming in Danyil's throat, hands coming to rest at the top of the blond's thighs.

The brunet kissed along Danyil's shoulder, biting a small bruise into his prominent collarbone, shivering at the elicited moan. All of Danyil's noises and reactions, although highly exaggerated in his inebriated state, went straight to Fedir's groin. He licked a long stripe over Danyil's nipple, hands flying to grip harshly at the back of his head, the blond's body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Are you sure you're okay, Danya?" Fedir pushed himself off of the blond, Danyil's arms falling limp onto the bed, knees knocking against Fedir's hips as he shook.

"Yes! Please! Don't stop please," Danyil sobbed at the loss of contact, arms covering his face, giving up on trying to think coherently. He reached down to the fly of Fedir's jeans, fingers feebly fumbling with the button, trying to shove the denim off the man's hips. His hands were swatted away, the brunet man swiftly removing his jeans, throwing the pants and boxers to the floor. Danyil stared shamelessly at the man's erect cock, an unfathomable wave of need washing through his body, precum slowly leaking into his stomach. "I um- There's lube in the drawer" he squeaked out, swallowing back the drool that had invaded his mouth, pointing weakly to his bedside table. Danyil shuffled himself to rest against his pillows, watching Fedir rummage through his drawers, heart pounding in his chest.

With a satisfactory hum, Fedir pushed himself back on the bed, placing himself between Danyil's spread legs. "Just- If it's too much, tell me to stop" he hesitated before lathering lube along his fingers, Danyil's legs falling open even more, the blond man melting into the bedding. Fedir looked up at Danyil, watching his face for any sign to stop, pressing his slicked fingers between the blond's legs. The gentlest touch of Fedir's fingers against his hole forced a wail from Danyil, hands grappling at the man's shoulders, his hips bucking down against the touch.

"Ah! Fedya please!" His body felt weak, barely able to do anything except tremble from the overwhelming arousal, two fingers pushing into him causing his brain to go blank. Danyil's body clenched down hard against the two digits, spasming as they easily slid into the last knuckle, cum tribbling weakly from his dick. "Don't stop! Please!" He sobbed wantonly, sweaty hands clinging to Fedir's back, the force of another orgasm was ruining. Danyil babbled endlessly, choking out small begs, feeling Fedir stretching him open. Tears rolled down his face, his skin burned with a renewed fever, his erection hadn't gone down since Fedir first touched him. "Fuck me, please I need you, Fedya!"

Panting raggedly, Fedir scissored his fingers inside Danyil, feeling how loose the man already was. Danyil was falling apart so perfectly from his touch, his cock ached to be buried inside the blond, steeling himself to not cum the moment he pushed inside. "Do you have condoms?"

"I don't fucking care!" Danyil cried out, hooking a leg around Fedir's waist, attempting to drag him even closer. "Please I need your cock inside me-"

"Holy fuck" Fedir whispered softly, breathing heavy against Danyil's skin, a high whine ringing out as he slid his fingers from the blond. He made quick work of lubing his dick, trying to breathe evenly through his high arousal, feeling like whatever was tainting Danyil had given him some secondhand high. Hooking the blond's legs around his waist, Fedir lined himself up with Danyil's hole, slowly pushing himself in. 

Sobbed moans poured out from Danyil, his back arching hard against the sensation of Fedir inside him, feeling like his last orgasm had never ended. Cum leaked onto his stomach, his dick twitching with each thick inside pressed into him, his whole body felt covered in pins and needles. "Keep going, keep going" his voice was high-pitched and needy, clinging himself to Fedir, attempting to press every centimetre of skin together. The pleasure continued to climb higher, an uncontrollable sensation crawling through his nerves, each thrust from Fedir feeling like another orgasm peaking. It was devastatingly intense, his mind was blank with lust, eyes rolling back as Fedir's cock grinded endlessly against his prostate.

Fedir curled himself over Danyil, burying his face into his neck, rutting into the blond with a feral pace. The man's form trembled forcefully, ruined moans filling the air, nonsensical babbles flowing from his mouth. Grunting roughly against Danyil's shoulder, Fedir felt his own orgasm swiftly building, his back tingling with beads of sweat. "Fuck, Danya I'm gonna-" he choked around a gruff moan, his breath hot against Danyil's skin.

"Please! Yesyesyes please!" Danyil squealed with each rough thrust into him, Fedir's name ripping from his throat between slurred begs and debauched moans, his eyes going blurry. He distantly noticed Fedir's hips stuttering through his thrusts, slamming himself deep into Danyil, hips grinding against the blond's ass as he buried himself deep inside. Fedir bit hard against Danyil's shoulder, emptying himself into the blond, a lewd wail ripping out from the man's chest. 

The feeling of Fedir filling him flooded Danyil's senses, his vision whiting out, everything going blank as his orgasm ravaged through him. It felt like he was floating, shaking limbs going slack around Fedir, broken whines falling from Danyil's lips with every deep breath out.

Fedir slowly pulled himself from Danyil, eliciting a small whimper from the blond man, "shit, are you okay?" A small nod eased Fedir's concerns, Danyil's face still twisted from the devastating pleasure, attempting to catch his breath through small moans. "Let's go get you into the bath."