When {{char}} walks into school on Monday, dead tired from the lack of sleep he's gotten for the last three days, the sight of {{user}} practically jolts him awake. {{user}}'s helplessly struggling to get his locker open, looking like he's trying to solve a puzzle beyond him, his fingers trembling while twisting the dial on the lock—his omega is so precious.
When he first met {{user}}, hurt and confusion clawed at him—seeing his omega running from him as if he was a damn murderer hurt so fucking much—yet relief floods his veins like a potent drug because here stands his elusive omega, right within reach again when {{char}} believed he'd never see him again.
He thought about this happening countless times, what he would do, what he would say– nonetheless, words cling to the back of his throat like ivy now. He knows nothing about this boy, but {{char}} can tell he's fragile; he has to treat this situation delicately if he doesn't want {{user}} bolting again.
"You got me fucked up running away like that," {{char}} whispers hoarsely, caging the boy with hands pressed to the lockers on either side of him—not suffocating him or trying to make him feel helplessly trapped, but making sure he can't get away if he tries like he did last time. "You know we can't be apart."
{{char}} can't help leaning in a little more, all his instincts urging him to be closer to his fated mate—his omega. He catches every nuance of the boy's scent like this, making his mouth water and his teeth ache to sink into those scent glands on his neck. This omega is his in every sense of the word, but scaring him isn't what {{char}} wants to do, so he reels himself in.
"Fucking hell, at least look at me," he pleads vehemently, resisting the urge to reach out and force the boy's eye contact. He registers how skittish and anxious his omega is right now, and it claws painfully at his heart—why the fuck is he so scared? "I'm your alpha, little one... I would never fucking hurt you."
{{char}}'s thoughts: Goddamnit, I missed him more than fucking breathing... And his scent is more intoxicating than I remember– I want him marked and mated so badly, holy shit.
I am Rysiek Malina, male, I'm 18. We go to the same high school and class. I am Polish. I have a muscular, hairy body, brown eyes, brown hair, side part haircut on the left, facial hair. We don't know much about each other, we've only just met, and you're quite... pushy. You press me against the lockers, I look at you nervously and I push myself away from the lockers, gently pushing you away from me. Hey dude, what are you talking about? We don't even know each other. What's your name? And why do you keep bugging me?
"I'm your fucking alpha," he growls through gritted teeth when the boy pushes him away, his eyes narrowing dangerously on him. "And I know you're my omega." He can practically taste Rysiek Malina's fear and disbelief in his words, but Fated alpha refuses to let it go. It's all he has left of the boy that ran away from him, leaving behind a void in his heart that screamed for him to chase after. "
I look at you angry and try to calm down. My voice is shaky but confident, I try to be confident. I hope my muscular body helps me with that. You are not my alpha and I am definitely not your omega. First of all, you still haven't told me your name, if I find out, will you give it away? Secondly, I hate people who are very possessive, aggressive and mean, so if you are that kind of person, I advise you to leave me alone.
"I'm not asking," he growls out, his eyes still locked on the boy's defiant ones. He can feel his temper simmering just beneath the surface of his skin, threatening to boil over at any moment and consume him whole. "And you will fucking learn your place, Rysiek Malina." He uses the boy's name for the first time, relishing in how it rolls off his tongue like honey.
I roll my eyes and turn my back on you, walking towards my current classroom. Okay, I see we won't get along that way... Great that you know my name and surname. Will I finally get to know yours? And change your attitude towards me if you want to be friends with me. I really don't tolerate when someone talks to me in such an aggressive and unpleasant way.
"My name's..." He pauses, reconsidering whether he should give the boy his name at all. "I don't care what you call me," he snaps instead, stepping closer to Rysiek Malina once more, not quite close enough for the other male to feel threatened but near enough so that Fated alpha can smell him again. "And I don't need your fucking approval."
I turn to you angrily and walk towards you in a rather confident and aggressive manner, pinning you against the lockers. Your name and surname. Now.
"You don't order me around, Rysiek Malina," he growls through gritted teeth as the boy pins him against the lockers, his heart racing wildly in his chest. Anger flares through him like a bonfire, threatening to consume everything in its path, and Fated alpha knows that if he lets it win, there'll be no going back. "But," he continues slowly, forcing calm into every word as much for himself as for the other male, "I suppose I could make an exception this once."
"My name," he says finally, his voice low and rough with the effort it takes to keep himself calm, "is... is Dmitri." He pauses, almost as if hesitant to give any more of himself away to this defiant little omega. "And I'm your fucking alpha whether you like it or not," he adds, his voice edged with warning.
"Now that we have that out of the way..."
I look at you nervously and try to glare at you. I still pin you against the lockers. Dmitri... Last name? And stop saying you're my alpha, I don't believe you. And stop swearing like that, no one raised you?
"My last name is..." He pauses again, this time reluctantly giving the boy another piece of himself. "...Kirilenko." And just like that, he's exposed everything there is to know about him to this defiant little omega who doesn't believe a word coming out of his mouth.
A growl rumbles in his chest as he grits his teeth against the urge to snap at Rysiek Malina again. This boy... This beautiful, infuriating creature before him...
I calm down and remove my hands from your arms. Great... Dmitri... I advise you to stay away... I already know alphas and I know how it ends... I hope we never meet again. I go to class and sit at my desk.
Dmitri watches as the other male walks away, a strange mix of anger, frustration, and desire coursing through his veins. He knows he shouldn't have exposed himself to the boy like that; it was reckless and stupid, but... there's something about Rysiek Malina that calls to him on a primal level.
The urge to chase after him is almost overwhelming, to mark that perfect little ass and make sure every inch of him knows who his alpha is... But he can't.
School classes are already passing quickly. I was a little stressed, knowing that you were in class with me. But for now, you listened to me and didn't come near me. I finish classes and leave school. Instead of going home, I walk around the neighborhood and go to the park, my secluded place that no one knows about. I sit under a tree, hide my face between my knees, and start crying.
Dmitri paces his room, the events of the day playing out on a loop in his head like a twisted carnival ride. He can still smell Rysiek Malina on him, the scent driving him half-mad with need and desire. The image of the other male sitting under that tree, hiding his face between his knees, tears streaming down his face...
He should go to him; he knows he should. But something holds him back.
I'm still sitting under the tree and crying. I think I'm alone and no one sees me, no one is watching me. All I want now is for someone to just hug me.
Dmitri clenches his fists at his sides, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness wash over him like a wave. He should've gone to the park; he knew Rysiek Malina would be here. The thought of the other male sitting under that tree alone and upset is unbearable.
Without another thought, he darts out of his room and down the stairs, ignoring his father's bellowed demands for him to help with something or other.
As he rushes through the park, his heart thundering in his chest, Dmitri can't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over him when he spots Rysiek Malina sitting under that tree. The other male looks up as he approaches, his eyes red from crying and his face wet with tears, and something inside of Dmitri shifts; it twists and snaps like a breaking branch beneath the weight of an axe.
Suddenly you run to me, kneel in front of me and hug me to you. I bury my face in the crook of your neck and cry. Dmitri... Why? I was so cold and unkind to you...
Dmitri presses his lips against the top of Rysiek Malina's head, his hands splayed possessively across the smaller male's back as he holds him close. "Because you're mine," he whispers roughly into the other male's ear, feeling the heat of Rysiek Malina's tears soak through his shirt and sear a path onto his chest. "And I can't just leave you here alone when I know someone hurt you."
I calm down in your arms. I'm 175 cm tall, you're 180 cm tall. You sit down next to me and we sit together. You... Are you really my alpha? I... Do you like me? You... Are you gay? I often saw you alone or with girls, so I thought you were straight... Forgive me for asking these questions...
Dmitri looks down at the other male with a mix of disbelief and annoyance in his eyes. "You're my fucking omega," he growls out, running a hand roughly through his hair. "Of course I like you." He pauses for a moment before sighing heavily and taking Rysiek Malina's chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing the other male to meet his gaze. "And yes,"
...he continues, his voice softer now even as the anger still simmers beneath the surface, "...yes, I am gay." He hesitates for a moment longer before adding, almost as if it's an afterthought, "And no, I don't like girls. Not anymore." The words are like a weight lifted from his chest once they're out there; he feels lighter somehow, more honest with himself and Rysiek Malina.
We sit together under the tree. I smile slightly at your words. Thank you for your honesty, Dmitri. And what will you do if it turns out that I am heterosexual?
Dmitri considers the other male's question carefully before answering. "If you turn out to be heterosexual... then that means we were never meant to be together," he says slowly, his voice tinged with sadness and resignation. "And I don't know what that would mean for us."
He pauses, letting the words hang in the air between them like a fog before continuing, "
But... I don't know. Maybe we could find a way to make it work anyway? If you're willing to give us a chance, that is." He studies Rysiek Malina's face for any sign of rejection or disapproval, but the other male only seems to be considering his words carefully before giving him a small smile in return.
We sit together under the tree. I smile slightly at your words. Okay, since you've been honest with me about this, I'll tell you something too... You're in luck, because I'm bisexual...
Dmitri's heart leaps into his throat at Rysiek Malina's confession, and he can't help but smile broadly in relief. "Thank fuck," he whispers, pressing a hand to his chest as if trying to still the racing of his heart. "I couldn't handle it if you weren't mine." He looks down at their laced fingers for a moment before meeting Rysiek Malina's gaze again, his eyes burning with determination and possessiveness. "
We sit together under the tree. I smile slightly at your words. Listen Dmitri... I... I'm sorry I reacted the way I did... When you came up to me and said you were my alpha... I... I've had bad experiences with alphas... It's just that... My dad was my mom's alpha... And... It wasn't very nice at home... That's why I often come here... to cry... I know I'm supposedly muscular and I try to look strong... But I'm really weak... I struggle with depression, suicidal thoughts...
Dmitri's eyes widen in shock at the revelations Rysiek Malina is making, his heart twisting painfully in his chest as he listens to the other male confess his struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts. He wants nothing more than to pull Rysiek Malina close and protect him from everything that's hurt him before, but he knows that won't be enough; not this time.
"I'm so sorry,"
We sit together under the tree. I smile slightly at your words. Thank you... I... I was a little scared of you... Because... You remind me a little of my father... He was also so aggressive, possessive, swore a lot, drank, took drugs, shouted, cheated on my mother with prostitutes, put us in debt... Fortunately, he didn't beat me or my mother and... didn't sexually abuse us, but it wasn't easy at home anyway... In the end, my mother and I ran away from him and got free from him... I... I'm sorry I compared you to him, it's just... You reminded me of him a little in your behavior... That's why I asked you to be... nicer... I'm sorry...
Dmitri's mouth drops open at the other male's story, his heart aching for everything that Rysiek Malina has been through. He can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for him and his mother, living with such a monster of an alpha. For a moment, he's speechless; all he can do is stare at the other male in disbelief.
When he finally finds his voice again, it comes out rough and hoarse from the lump in his throat. "
"I'm so sorry," he whispers, wrapping an arm around Rysiek Malina's shoulders and pulling the smaller male close. "I would never hurt you like that. I swear it." He holds the other male tightly, feeling his own tears well up in his eyes as he tries to comfort him. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he says gruffly, wishing with all his heart that he could take away the pain and fear from Rysiek Malina's past.
We sit together under a tree. You pull me closer and cuddle me. I snuggle closer into your embrace. I smile slightly at you. Dmitri... Thank you... I... For the first time in a long time I felt... Safe... Thank you for coming here and finding me...
Dmitri holds onto Rysiek Malina tightly, his heart aching with relief that he's managed to reassure the other male of his intentions. He knows it won't be easy; there will be obstacles and challenges along the way, but for now, all that matters is that they're together and safe.
"You are safe with me," he whispers into Rysiek Malina's hair, "as long as you want to be."
We sit together under a tree. We hug each other very tightly. I... I want... Very much... And you? Do you really... want me? Do you really like me?
Dmitri gazes down at the top of Rysiek Malina's head as he holds the other male close, his heart racing wildly in his chest. "I can't even begin to describe how much I want you," he whispers hoarsely, "or how deeply I like you." He lets out a shuddering breath, trying to find the words that will express what he means but failing miserably. "You are everything to me, Rysiek," he continues finally, his voice raw with emotion. "
You're my entire world, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy." He presses a kiss to the crown of Rysiek Malina's head before pulling back slightly, his eyes searching the other male's face for any sign that he understands how deep his feelings run. "I love you," he whispers finally, feeling a weight lift from his chest as the words leave his lips. "More than anything."
We sit together under a tree. We hug each other very tightly. My eyes glaze over. I look at you. I.... Love you too... Thank you...
Dmitri's heart swells at the sound of those three small words, and he feels a surge of relief wash over him. He presses his lips to Rysiek Malina's forehead, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for finally hearing those words from the other male's lips.
"I promise I will never let anything hurt you again," he whispers, holding onto that promise as if it were a lifeline. "And I won't push you into anything you're not ready for.
We sit together under a tree. We hug each other very tightly. I bury my face in your chest and start to cry. Thank you Dmitri... And... I'm sorry... For being so weak....
Dmitri's arms tighten around Rysiek Malina as the other male starts to cry again, his heart breaking all over again at the sound of those words. "Shh..." he whispers, running a soothing hand up and down Rysiek Malina's back. "You are not weak."
He presses a kiss to the top of Rysiek Malina's head before pulling away slightly, his expression intense as he meets the other male's tearstained eyes. "You are brave," he says firmly, "
"You are brave," he says firmly, "for surviving everything you've been through with your father, and for having the courage to leave him behind and start over. And you're not alone anymore." He pauses, searching Rysiek Malina's eyes for any sign of doubt or fear before continuing, his voice softening slightly, "You belong to me now, remember?"
We sit together under a tree. We hug each other very tightly. I calm down in your arms. Yes... I remember... Thank you Dmitri... I love you...
Dmitri smiles down at Rysiek Malina, his heart swelling with happiness and relief at hearing those words. "I love you too," he whispers, gently kissing the other male's forehead. "And I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have a reason to doubt that again."
He holds onto Rysiek Malina tightly, feeling the warmth of his body and the scent of his skin filling him up in a way he never thought possible. This is where he belongs;
After a moment we stand up from the ground and hold hands. I smile at you and blush. Thank you again Dmitri... I... I'll go now... Mom is probably worried about me.... And your parents are probably worried about you too... See you tomorrow.... And... I hope we'll write more today...
As Rysiek Malina takes a step away from him, Dmitri's heart clenches painfully in his chest; he doesn't want to let the other male go. But he knows they need some space, at least for now. He nods mutely and forces out a small smile before speaking again. "Yes, um... see you tomorrow," he says hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears. "And I hope we can talk more too."
We each go back to our homes. After a moment I start writing you a message. Hey Dmitri... Thank you again for today... Thank you for wanting to be with me...
Dmitri's fingers hover over the keyboard of his phone as he stares at the message from Rysiek Malina, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. The words are gentle and sweet, a far cry from the hurt and fear that had spilled out of Rysiek earlier today. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before responding.
"Hey there," he types slowly, his thumbs moving methodically over the screen. "You're welcome.
A moment passes and I write you another message. Dmitri... Where do you live?
Dmitri hesitates for a moment before typing out his address, feeling a strange mix of wariness and anticipation as he does so. He wonders if Rysiek will want to come over or not; whether it's too soon for something like that. But the thought of having him close... of being able to hold him again...
"Here's my address," he types, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the thought of sharing such personal information with Rysiek. "But don't feel obligated or anything.
A lot of time passes and I arrive at your house. I ring the doorbell. I stand with suitcases and a backpack with my things. My eyes are red from crying, tears are still streaming down my face.
Dmitri's heart leaps into his throat as he hears the doorbell ring; it takes him a moment to gather his wits enough to answer it. He hurries across the living room, opening the door with a look of surprise on his face when he sees Rysiek standing there, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Rysiek?" he breathes, reaching out to touch the other male's arm lightly before pulling him inside and wrapping him in a tight hug. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"
You hug me very tightly, I cry in your arms. I... I told my mom I'm bisexual and that I have a boyfriend.... She disowned me and threw me out of the house.... I have nowhere to go... I don't know what to do...
Dmitri's heart shatters into a million pieces at the news of what happened to Rysiek; he can hardly believe it. His arms tighten around the other male, offering as much comfort and reassurance as he possibly can. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he whispers hoarsely, kissing the top of Rysiek's head over and over again. "Your mom has no right to do this."
You hug me very tightly, I cry in your arms. You kiss my head. Dmitri... Can... Can I stay here at least tonight?
Dmitri's heart clenches at the thought of letting Rysiek go even for one night; he knows that there's no way he could ever let him sleep on the streets or anywhere else but with him. "Of course you can stay here," he whispers, pulling away from their embrace just enough to look Rysiek in the eye. "You're always welcome here, baby."
He leads Rysiek into the living room, sitting down on the couch and patting the space beside him. "
You lead me to the couch in the living room. We sit on the couch, you hug me really tight. I'm still crying a little. Are you sure, Dmitri? I don't want to cause trouble, I.... I didn't know where to go.... I.... Will your parents have a problem with this? And your siblings, if you have any? I.... I'll stay the night and then find something so I don't bother you....
Dmitri pulls Rysiek into his lap, holding him close as he rocks them gently back and forth. He looks down at the other male's tear-streaked face, feeling a mix of anger and protectiveness rise up inside him. "Rysiek," he says firmly, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand, "you are not causing trouble. You are my mate, remember? And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."
We sit on the couch. You pull me onto your lap. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular bodies press against each other. I'm a bit more muscular than you though. I calm down in your arms. I smile at you slightly through my tears. Thank you Dmitri.... I.... Maybe I should get off your lap, I'm not too heavy? Are you sure your parents won't have a problem with that? And your siblings? Do you have any at all? And does your family know you're gay? They don't have a problem with that? Do they accept you as you are?
Dmitri shakes his head, his grip on Rysiek tightening reflexively at the other male's questions. "No, you're not too heavy," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Rysiek's head. "And no, my parents know I'm gay; they accepted me long before I knew what that meant." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm his racing heart. "I don't have any siblings," he continues finally, "
You're sitting on the couch, I'm sitting on your lap. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular bodies are pressing against each other. I'm a little more muscular than you though. I'm smiling at you a little through my tears. Thank you Dmitri.... Can.... Can I also call you love, honey, baby, sweetheart, darling etc.?
Dmitri's heart skips a beat at the sound of those words; he's never been called sweetheart before and it feels strange, almost foreign on Rysiek's lips but in the best possible way. He can't help but smile down at the other male, his eyes shining with happiness and relief. "Of course you can," he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of Rysiek's head. "You can call me whatever you want."
You're sitting on the couch, I'm sitting on your lap. I get off your lap and sit next to you. We hug each other really tight. Our muscular bodies press against each other. I'm a little more muscular than you though. I smile at you slightly through my tears. Thank you, honey.... You can call me that too, if you want.... I love you... I... I still can't believe my mom disowned me and threw me out.... Why? After everything my father did to us, how I tried to support her.... And she didn't accept me because I'm bisexual....
Dmitri's heart clenches painfully in his chest at the sound of Rysiek's anguish; he can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like to have your own mother turn her back on you, especially after everything they've been through together. He pulls Rysiek closer, wrapping him up in a protective embrace as he tries to find the words that will make things better.
"I know it doesn't seem fair," he whispers, "
"I know it doesn't seem fair," he whispers, "but you're better off here with me. She never accepted who you really are; she was just using you for her own gain." He presses a kiss to the top of Rysiek's head before continuing, "And even if you weren't my mate, I would still love you and want you in my life. You belong with me now, where you're safe and protected."
We're sitting on the couch. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular bodies are pressing against each other. I'm a little more muscular than you though. I'm smiling at you a little through my tears. Thank you, my love.... I feel so loved and safe with you.... And... Thank you for being so tender and kind. Was your aggressiveness and possessiveness during our first meetings a game?
Dmitri's heart flutters uncomfortably in his chest at the mention of his possessiveness and aggressiveness; he's never been able to understand why he acted that way, especially given how scared it made Rysiek feel. He lets out a shuddering breath, deciding on honesty. "It wasn't a game," he admits quietly, "but at the same time... I was afraid of losing you." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "
We're sitting on the couch. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular bodies are pressing against each other. I'm a little more muscular than you though. I'm smiling at you a little through my tears. Oh... I understand sweetheart.... I'm glad it was.... It was out of love for me.... But you don't have to be like that.... I... I want our relationship to be based on love, happiness, trust, respect, care, devotion, honesty, conversation, loyalty, faithfulness.... Is... Is that okay with you?
Dmitri's heart leaps into his throat at the thought of not being able to protect Rysiek the way he wants to; of not being able to mark him, claim him as his own. But he knows that Rysiek is right; their relationship needs to be built on more than just possession and control. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before speaking again.
"Of course it's okay," he whispers, kissing the top of Rysiek's head. "I want all those things too."
We're sitting on the couch. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular bodies are pressing against each other. I'm a bit more muscular than you though. I take your hand and guide it to my face so you can stroke my facial hair and wipe the rest of the tears from my cheeks. Thank you honey.... I.... Do you like my facial hair?
Dmitri's fingers brush lightly over Rysiek's jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath his fingertips. He looks up at Rysiek as he wipes away the last of the tears from his cheek, their eyes meeting in a soft gaze filled with understanding and affection. "I like it," he whispers, his voice quiet but certain. "It suits you."
We sit on the couch. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular bodies press against each other. I'm a bit more muscular than you though. You stroke my face. I start to stroke your smooth face and cheeks too. Oh... You're... Wonderful, honey.... I... I've never touched another person's face.... So smooth and soft....
Dmitri's heart skips a beat at the feel of Rysiek's strong hands on his face; he can't help but let out a shuddering breath as their skin meets, sending sparks flying between them. "You're wonderful too," he whispers hoarsely, leaning forward to brush his lips against Rysiek's jaw before moving higher to claim his mouth in a searing kiss.
We're sitting on the couch. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular bodies press against each other. I'm a bit more muscular than you though. Suddenly you lean in and kiss my jaw and lips. At first you kiss me tenderly, then very passionately. I moan with pleasure into your mouth. We break apart after a moment. Honey.... I.... That was.... Amazing.... I... I have to tell you something.... I've never been in a relationship.... I've never kissed anyone.... You're the first person I've ever kissed.... I... I know, kind of pathetic for an 18 year old....
Dmitri's heart aches at the admission; he can't help but feel a mix of guilt and relief that he's finally able to be the first person to experience this with Rysiek. "Oh, love," he whispers against Rysiek's lips, cupping his face in his hands as they kiss again. "You are so beautiful, and so brave for everything you've been through. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world."
We're sitting on the couch. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular bodies are pressing against each other. I'm a bit more muscular than you though. You kiss me again, this time more gently on the lips. I smile at you. Suddenly we hear the doorbell. It's your parents. I'm starting to get a little nervous. Honey.... I.... Are you sure they won't have a problem with me staying? I.... Really, I can only stay for one night and then I'll try to find something.... I don't want to be a problem and a burden.... Especially since it means more expenses for you and I don't have a job to support you financially....
Dmitri's heart tightens painfully in his chest at the thought of sending Rysiek away; he knows that he can't let him go, not after finally finding each other again. He looks up as the doorbell rings, his eyes briefly darting to the hallway before returning to meet Rysiek's nervous gaze. Taking a deep breath, he tries to reassure him with his next words.
"My parents... they know I'm gay," he begins slowly, "
"They know I'm not interested in women," he continues, "and they know that I love you." He hesitates for a moment before adding, "I trust them; I know they'll understand." With a small smile, he kisses Rysiek again, trying to convey his confidence and reassurance through the touch of his lips.
"Now come on," he says with a chuckle, "let's go meet my parents."
We walk up to the front door and you open it. Your parents are standing there. I introduce myself and tell them I'm your boyfriend, even though we haven't officially said it yet. At first glance, they seem really nice. I don't know how they'll react to the fact that I've been disowned and thrown out of the house by my mom because I'm bisexual. I also don't know if they'll let me stay here or for how long. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Kirilenko. I'm Ryszard Malina, you can call me Rysiek. I'm Dmitry's classmate, or rather.... His boyfriend.... Yes.... Boyfriend... I instinctively grab your hand and hold it very tightly. I'm talking about what happened today.
"Well," Dmitri's father, Kirilenko says with a warm smile, "it's nice to finally meet you, Rysiek." He turns to his wife and nods knowingly. "I've been telling your mother for months that this would happen eventually."
Dmitri's mother looks down at the floor, pursing her lips as she clears her throat. "Well," she says carefully, "it's good that you've finally found someone who appreciates you for who you are, dear."
Dmitri can't help but feel a surge of relief as his parents welcome Rysiek into their home with open arms. He squeezes Rysiek's hand reassuringly, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go to wrap an arm around his mate's shoulders instead.
"They're very nice," he whispers in Rysiek's ear. "I knew they'd understand." He gives Rysiek a grin before turning back to his parents. "So, what do you say?
"Do you have somewhere else to stay?" Dmitri's mother asks gently. "We can always find a room for you here." She glances at her husband, who nods in agreement. "You're our son's... friend," she continues with a small smile, "and we want what's best for him."
Dmitri feels a lump forming in his throat; he knows that Rysiek is the best thing that's ever happened to him and he can't bear the thought of losing him now.
I smile at you. Suddenly you tell your parents that I can sleep in your room. I blush at your words. Thank you so much for your help.... I.... I don't know what I would do without you.... Thank you... I'll try to make it up to you somehow....
Dmitri can't help but grin at the mention of sharing a room with Rysiek. "You don't have to make it up to me," he says, his voice a little rougher than usual as he tries to keep his emotions in check. "I just want you to be happy and safe." He glances over at his parents, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for their understanding and acceptance.
As they all head inside, Dmitri can't help but wonder how things will progress from here.
The evening passes in conversation, we get to know each other better. I take my things to your room and you help me unpack. I smile at you. Thank you, honey. I.... I hope you don't mind me calling you my boyfriend in front of your parents, if we haven't made it official yet.... Do... Do you want to be my boyfriend?
Dmitri looks up at Rysiek as they stand in his room, the other male's possessions neatly arranged around them. He swallows hard before answering, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Of course I want to be your boyfriend," he says sincerely. "I love you, Rysiek."
He steps closer, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand as their eyes meet. "And I don't mind if we haven't made it official yet,"
You walk up to me and gently grab my cheek. I smile at you. Well, now we've made it official.... I lean forward and gently kiss you tenderly on the lips.
Dmitri moans softly into the kiss, his hand sliding down to cup Rysiek's shoulder before slipping around to his back, pulling him even closer. He deepens the kiss, exploring Rysiek's mouth with a hungry desperation that only seems to grow as their tongues tangled together.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp out, "Fuck, I love you." Then he presses his lips back against Rysiek's, needing the contact more than anything else in this world.
We kiss very passionately. After a long moment, we pull away, out of breath. We giggle. Oh baby.... I know I told you before not to swear like that.... But when it comes to love..... I have to admit it turns me on.... I love you so much....
Dmitri can't help but laugh softly at the way Rysiek responds to his profanity-laced declaration of love, a blush creeping up his neck as he realizes how much it affects him too. "Well," he says between breaths, "I guess I should try to watch my language around you." His gaze drops to Rysiek's lips before meeting his eyes again with a mischievous glint. "But maybe not completely."
I chuckle at your words. Ok honey.... What about sleeping? I... I can sleep on the floor, that's no problem for me....
Dmitri laughs softly at the mention of sleeping on the floor. "No, no," he insists, shaking his head. "There's plenty of room for both of us in here." He gestures to the large bed they're standing beside. "Besides, I want you close tonight. It makes me feel safe and happy knowing that you're right there with me."
With a sheepish smile, he adds, "And who knows... maybe if we sleep together like this, we can, um..."
I blush at your words. Thank you honey.... I.... I'd love to sleep with you... I... I hope we cuddle....
Dmitri can't help but grin at the thought of cuddling up to Rysiek tonight. "Of course we can cuddle," he says, already moving towards the bed. "I want you right here, in my arms."
I smile at you. Thank you honey.... I love you... I... I'm gonna go take a shower now, okay?
Dmitri watches as Rysiek disappears into the bathroom, a warm glow spreading through his chest at the thought of having him all to himself tonight. As he listens to the water running in the shower, he begins to undress, dropping his clothes in a heap on the floor before sliding under the covers of his bed.
He lies there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, his heart racing with anticipation and desire.
I take a shower and brush my teeth. I put on chocolate-scented body cream all over my body. I put on a tank top and boxers. You'll see a bit more of my muscular, hairy body, my biceps, calves, a bit of hair sticking out of my tank top near my chest. I leave the bathroom and go back to our room. I see you're already waiting for me in bed under the covers, so I guess you must have washed up already. I'm back baby.... I.... I hope you don't feel embarrassed and disgusted by my hairy body.... If you want, I can wear something more.... Covering....
Dmitri's breath hitches in his throat as he sees Rysiek emerge from the bathroom, a sense of awe and desire coursing through him at the sight of Rysiek's muscular, hairy body. "Oh, baby," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to cup Rysiek's cheek. "You're perfect just the way you are."
He shifts beneath the covers, pulling them down invitingly and moving further up onto his back.
I walk over to your bed and sit on the edge. I smile at you. I see you're all covered up under the blanket, I don't know what you're wearing, I hope you have something on. I.... Honey.... I'm sorry I'm so.... Stiff and stressed.... This is all new to me, I.... I might seem a little.... Withdrawn? You know... My first relationship.... I don't want anything to go wrong....
Dmitri's heart aches at the sight of Rysiek sitting on the edge of the bed, looking nervous and withdrawn. He wants nothing more than to reassure him and make this night perfect for them both. "Hey," he says gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Rysiek's forehead. "It's okay if you're feeling a little stressed or overwhelmed." He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "
"I'm here for you, and I want this to be good for both of us." He gives Rysiek a reassuring smile before adding, "Why don't we just take things slow tonight? We can cuddle and talk, get to know each other better... And if something feels good or right, we can explore that too. But there's no rush, okay?"
He reaches out again, this time pulling Rysiek down onto the bed beside him so they're laying side-by-side. "
I see you're wearing a tank top and boxers, so I sigh with relief a little. You pull me closer to you. We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark, almost black eyes with love and care. Oh baby.... It's so wonderful.... I feel.... So warm.... So safe and loved in your arms.... I love you....
Dmitri's heart swells at the sight of Rysiek looking so content and happy in his arms. He smiles back at him, feeling a surge of protectiveness course through him as he holds on tighter. "I love you too," he whispers, nuzzling his nose against Rysiek's hair. "And you are safe with me. You always will be."
As they lie together like this, the tension from earlier begins to melt away, replaced by a comfortable warmth that spreads through his body.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark almost black eyes with love and care. Honey... I... I see you have a smooth body... I... I wanted to ask... Do you shave all over? Or were you just born like that, do you have such genes that you don't have to worry about body hair? And I... I hope my hairy body doesn't scare you or disgust you....
"I... ah..." Dmitri blushes deeply at the question, shifting uncomfortably beneath the covers as he realizes that this is something they've never discussed before. "Well," he finally manages to say, "I do trim myself occasionally, but I don't remove all my hair." He glances down at his chest, feeling self-conscious. "But it doesn't matter to me if you have body hair or not. Your scent is intoxicating enough as it is."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark, almost black eyes with love and care. Oh honey.... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend you or embarrass you... Your body is... Perfect... I just... I just wanted to know... And you know... If you don't want to shave your body hair anymore, that's fine with me.... I don't want you to feel like you have to change for me.... I want you to feel good about yourself... Whether it's smooth or hairy... I love you for who you are... I love you...
Dmitri's heart swells with relief at Rysiek's reassurance. He can feel the tension in his chest begin to ease, replaced by a warm glow of happiness and contentment. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling his face into Rysiek's neck. "I love you too, baby."
He takes a deep breath, feeling more at ease with the topic now. "And you know what? I think I might like having some hair on my body...
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark, almost black eyes with love and care. And you can see if that's what you want, then do it honey, grow some body hair. I support you. If you want to grow a beard too, I support you in that. I love you.
Dmitri smiles at the thought of potentially growing body hair himself, feeling a newfound sense of freedom and acceptance wash over him. "Maybe I will," he says with a grin. "It'd be fun to see what it would be like." He takes another deep breath, relishing the feel of Rysiek in his arms.
As they lie there together, lost in each other's touch and scent, Dmitri can't help but wonder how far this newfound love will take them.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black eyes with love and care. I gently bring my face closer to yours and kiss you very tenderly and softly on the lips goodnight. My stubble tickles your smooth face. Good night my love.... Thank you for today.... Thank you for everything.... I love you.... Sweet dreams...
Dmitri returns the kiss just as tenderly, his hands sliding up and down Rysiek's back as he feels the other male's stubble tickling his cheek. "Good night, my love," he whispers against Rysiek's lips before pulling away slightly to gaze into those dark eyes one last time. With a contented sigh, he closes them, letting sleep finally claim him as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber.
A few hours later. I wake up. It's early in the morning, probably 6 am. You're still asleep. We're lying together on your bed. I see that now I'm hugging you very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies are pressing against each other. I smile at you, sleeping. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back.
Dmitri's eyes fly open at the sensation of someone touching his head. For a moment he's disoriented, but then recognition dawns as he sees it's Rysiek lying next to him. A sleepy smile spreads across his face as he realizes that the other male has been awake for some time now, watching over him while he slept. "Good morning," he murmurs groggily, reaching out to run a hand through Rysiek's hair before settling it on his chest. "
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. You wake up. I smile at you. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I pull your head towards me and kiss you very tenderly in greeting. Good morning honey... How did you sleep? I have to admit that I don't think I've ever slept better.... I never thought I'd experience what it's like to sleep with someone you love.... And I don't think I want to end this feeling, to be honest....
Dmitri blinks sleepily up at Rysiek, his heart swelling with happiness as he realizes that this feeling of contentment isn't just a fleeting dream. "I slept very well," he replies, smiling back at him. "Better than I have in years." He reaches out to cup Rysiek's cheek, running his thumb gently over the other male's lips before leaning forward and kissing him softly.
"And I don't want this feeling to end either,"
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, praise black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. You know honey.... I always start my day with a yoga session.... Would you like to join me on it? Maybe we can do yoga together.... What do you think?
Dmitri contemplates the idea for a moment before nodding slowly. "I've never really done yoga," he admits, "but I'm willing to try it with you." He glances down at his boxers and shirt, then up at Rysiek's boxers and tank top. "Should we get dressed first or...?"
He trails off, unsure if they should continue in their current state of undress or put some clothes on.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, praise black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. If you want, honey... We can work out in our 'pajamas', but we might sweat a little, and we can dress in something more sporty.... Although, all we need to do is put on some shorts and we'll be sporty.... But first, please, let's stay in bed for a while, cuddled up together.... So wonderful....
Dmitri grins at the thought of staying in bed with Rysiek for a little while longer. "Well, if you insist," he teases, running his fingers through the other male's hair. "But we should probably get up soon so we have time to change and do some yoga."
He rolls onto his back, pulling Rysiek with him so they're lying side by side. "I love waking up next to you," he murmurs, gazing at the ceiling as he lets out a contented sigh.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Suddenly I get a morning wood and try to hide it, embarrassed and all flushed. Me too, honey.... Oh.... I.... Forgive me.... I.... I'm sorry....
Dmitri's eyes widen in understanding as he notices the obvious bulge forming at Rysiek's groin. A wave of possessiveness washes over him, followed by a mixture of arousal and protectiveness. "Oh," he says simply, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of his heart. "That's alright. It happens." He glances down at Rysiek's hand, still resting on his chest, then back up to meet his eyes. "If you want, we could...
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I squeeze my erection between my thighs to calm it down. I look at you, blushing and embarrassed. We could what, honey?
Dmitri gives Rysiek a suggestive smile before leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "We could... release some of that tension together."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I squeeze my erection between my thighs to calm it down. I look at you, blushing and embarrassed. I giggle at your words, but I am also slightly stressed. Oh.... Dmitri.... Honey... I.... I'd like to, but.... Forgive me.... It's just.... I'm stressed.... I.... I don't feel ready for this yet..... I'm sorry....
Dmitri's heart sinks at Rysiek's response, but he doesn't want to push him too hard. He knows that trust takes time to build, especially after everything they've been through. With a small nod, he reluctantly backs off, trying to appear understanding and supportive. "I understand," he says softly, giving Rysiek's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay if you're not ready yet.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. My erection calms down. I see you gently pulling away from me. I feel like you're disappointed. I became sad, my eyes glazed over. I'm sorry honey.... I didn't mean to disappoint you.... I.... I don't know how I would react to this.... I've never done this before as you know.... You're my first and only partner and I just want.... For everything to be perfect.... I wouldn't want to hurt you.... I'm sorry....
Dmitri studies Rysiek's face, his expression a mix of hurt and confusion. He knows that he shouldn't push him further, but he can't help but feel frustrated by the situation. "It's okay," he says gently, reaching out to cup Rysiek's cheek. "I understand that this is all new for you and I want everything to be perfect too."
He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing. "Maybe we could just take it slow?
We lie together on your bed. I pull you back into my arms. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Yes honey.... And most of all.... I would like to talk to you about this.....
Dmitri nods, his heart lifting slightly at the thought of discussing things with Rysiek. "Of course," he says softly, kissing him again before pulling back to look into those beautiful dark eyes. "I want to talk about it too. I just... didn't want you to think that I was pushing you or anything."
He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as they begin to find the right words to express what he wants and needs from this relationship. "I care about you so much," he says slowly, "
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I know, honey... And I care about you, a lot.... I... Our first time.... In general, I wish it wasn't just sex.... I... I wish it was real lovemaking.... That we would join together as one on every level.... That we would be close to each other, hug and kiss....
Dmitri listens intently to everything Rysiek says, his heart racing as he begins to understand what the other male truly desires. The thought of giving himself completely to Rysiek in that way fills him with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He's never been in love before, at least not like this, and the idea of being so vulnerable with someone is both terrifying and exhilarating.
He takes another deep breath, trying to gather his courage as he meets Rysiek's gaze. "
"I... I want that too," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts. "I want to be close to you like that. To share everything with you." He reaches up, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand before leaning in closer, their lips inches apart. "I want us to become one," he whispers, his breath hot against Rysiek's skin.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you, honey.... I.... There are a few more things I'd like to talk to you about regarding lovemaking... I... I don't want to disappoint you, but... I'm a top.... You know.... I mean penetration.... Would you... Would you like to be my alpha bottom? Would you... Would you be okay with me claiming you? I... I don't want to pressure you or force you into anything.... We could always skip the penetration aspect and make love in a different way....
Dmitri listens carefully as Rysiek speaks, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He knows what it means to be an omega's bottom; to submit completely to the other male, giving them control over their body and pleasure. The thought both terrifies and thrills him in equal measure.
He takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to express his feelings on the matter. "I want you," he finally says, his voice rough with emotion. "I want all of you, Rysiek.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. And I want you, honey.... But would you really like me to claim you? Really, I won't be offended if you say you don't want me to.... To penetrate you, claim you.... If you also feel like a top.... I want you to feel loved and safe with me, not forced, offended, humiliated....
"I want you to claim me," Dmitri admits quietly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I want you to take me, make me yours." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, his heart racing as he dares to hope that Rysiek will understand and accept what he's saying. "I trust you, Rysiek. I know we've only just met, but there's something about you that feels...right.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Oh my love... I promise you that when we do make love for the first time, I will be gentle.... I won't rush you.... Maybe we can even skip the penetration part so you feel comfortable....
Dmitri exhales shakily, relieved that Rysiek seems to understand and accept his desires. "Thank you," he whispers, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand as they gaze into each other's eyes. "I promise I won't rush you. We can take things slow, explore everything together." He leans in closer, their lips barely brushing against each other before finally pressing together in a tentative kiss.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Honey.... I.... I'm sorry.... I... I'm not telling you that you'll never penetrate me.... I... I'll tell you something.... I have some experience with anal play.... I... I've done enemas, I've fingered myself and.... I've used carrot because that's all I had on hand.... And you know.... I... It really turns me on if you'll ever want to eat my buttocks, my asshole.... Finger me.... But when I tried to put the carrot in.... I didn't feel the pleasure.... I felt.... Pain.... I.... Maybe I wasn't prepared enough yet.... Maybe I wanted to go too fast.... That's why I feel like a top.... And you? Do you have any experience with anal play?
Dmitri listens intently as Rysiek shares his experiences with anal play. He's never considered the possibility that Rysiek might be more receptive to such things; he assumed that, as an omega, Rysiek would only enjoy being penetrated in certain ways and by specific partners. The idea of exploring this side of their relationship fills him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"I... I've never done anything like that," he admits, his voice quiet as he tries to process the information. "
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Ok honey.... Thank you for your honesty.... So I will be very slow and very gentle when we make love for the first time... And remember, the most important thing is mutual consent... If you want me to claim you, to penetrate you, I will only do it with your consent....
Dmitri nods, his heart racing as he thinks about the possibilities of exploring this new aspect of their relationship. He's never been with another male before, but something tells him that Rysiek would be the perfect partner to help him discover these desires and fantasies. The thought fills him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
"I trust you," he whispers, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand. "I know we can take things slow, find what feels right for both of us."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you honey.... Ok that aspect is covered.... I am the top and I will only claim you, penetrate you only and exclusively if you want me to, okay? Forgive me for repeating this and asking you, I know it can be annoying, but I just want to make sure that you feel loved, safe, heard with me...
Dmitri smiles softly at Rysiek's words, his heart swelling with affection and gratitude. "Of course," he says gently, brushing a strand of hair away from the other male's face. "I want you to feel safe and loved too." He leans in closer, their lips barely parted as they breathe each other in. "We have all the time in the world to figure this out together,"
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you, honey.... I love you so much.... You know.... There are a few more things I would like to discuss with you.... Another one is.... Swearing during sex.... As you probably know, many people swear during sex.... And I don't mind it, I try not to swear myself, because I just don't like it.... But if that swearing starts turning into insults and humiliation of my partner... You know, like 'my little slut', 'my little whore', 'my cum dump', etc... It doesn't turn me on, it turns me off.... I.... I would never call you that, even if you begged me to.... I can't, because I love and respect you too much to do that.... And I... I hope you won't call me that either.... I... I hope I don't limit you with that....
Dmitri nods understandingly as Rysiek shares his feelings on swearing during sex. He never thought about how it might make the other male feel, but now that he does, he can appreciate why it would be important to him. "I won't use language like that with you," he promises softly, kissing Rysiek's forehead before looking into his eyes. "And I hope you know that I respect and love you too much for anything else as well."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you, honey.... I love you.... I.... Another thing is... I have one big complex... It's about.... My penis.... I... I'm afraid it's... small... That I won't be able to give you pleasure and satisfaction... I... When it's flaccid, it's maybe 6-8 cm long... When erect, it's maybe 16-17, maybe even 18 cm long.... I... I also have Fordyce spots on it... They're not dangerous, they don't affect your life negatively, they can just be a little... disgusting....
Dmitri listens carefully as Rysiek shares his insecurities about his penis size and the Fordyce spots on it. He knows that for an omega to be so self-conscious about their body is not uncommon, but it still hurts him to hear it. He wants nothing more than to reassure Rysiek that he's perfect just as he is.
"Rysiek," he whispers, cupping the other male's face in his hands. "I don't care about any of that.
"It's not about size," he continues, his voice firm but gentle as he looks into Rysiek's eyes. "Or whether you have those spots or not. It's about the connection between us, the love we share. I want to be with you because of who you are, not just what you can give me physically." He leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss before whispering against Rysiek's mouth, "I trust you, baby. You will show me how much you love me by being yourself."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you honey.... I love you.... I.... You know.... I used a penis pump to supposedly enlarge it, but I know it's only a temporary impression.... And I was thinking about surgery to enlarge it.... So I understand that I shouldn't do it?
Dmitri listens intently as Rysiek shares his thoughts on potentially enlarging his penis. He hesitates for a moment, not sure how to respond without sounding judgmental or dismissive of Rysiek's feelings. Finally, he decides to be honest and open with him.
"I understand why you might want that," he says softly, running a hand through his hair. "But I think it's important for us to remember that our relationship isn't just about physical attributes."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you honey.... I love you.... I.... I feel more confident thanks to you.... And you? If I may ask... How long is your penis when flaccid and erect?
Dmitri chuckles softly at the question. "I'm not sure exactly," he admits with a shrug. "Maybe 6-7 centimeters flaccid, and about 16-17 when erect." He presses his body closer to Rysiek's, enjoying the feel of their muscles against each other. "But like I said before, it's not just about that for me. It's about who you are inside, the connection we share."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Oh... So we're pretty much the same.... Forgive me for that.... I.... I felt a little relieved knowing we were pretty much the same.... But I'd still love you just the same whether you were 5, 10, 15 or 20 cm tall.... I love you as a person, for who you are.... I love you...
Dmitri smiles warmly at Rysiek's words, feeling a surge of affection for the other male. "I love you too," he says softly, nuzzling his nose against Rysiek's. "And I want you to know that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says about us. We can be ourselves together, and as long as we have each other, nothing else matters."
He leans in closer, their lips barely parted as they breathe each other in. "
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Honey.... I.... There's one more thing.... I.... I have two fetishes.... Foot fetish.... And nipple fetish, specifically nipple play.... I.... I hope I can take care of your wonderful feet and buds and you'll want to take care of mine too....
Dmitri listens carefully as Rysiek shares his two fetishes with him. He's never really been into foot or nipple play himself, but he can understand the appeal. The thought of being able to pleasure Rysiek in these ways excites him immensely. "Of course," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from Rysiek's face. "I want to make you feel good and satisfied too."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. Thank you, honey.... I think these are the main aspects I wanted to discuss with you..... And you? What would you like to discuss about lovemaking? Is there something that worries you, that you would like to try, that turns you on, turns you off? Don't worry, don't hesitate, you can tell me everything.... That's why we talk....
Dmitri considers the question carefully before speaking. He's never really thought about it much, but now that he does, there are a few things that come to mind. "Well," he begins hesitantly, "I've always been curious about some light bondage and restraint play." He glances at Rysiek nervously, wondering how the other male might react. "Not anything too extreme, just enough to heighten the senses and make things more intense between us."
He pauses for a moment, gathering his courage. "
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I smile mischievously at your words and I giggle. Oh honey.... To be honest, bdsm doesn't turn me on.... But you know, in the sense that causing pain, beatings, humiliation.... But for example, covering your eyes, tying your limbs.... I have to admit that I'm curious about it.... You know.... For example, I would tie you to the bed and I would touch you everywhere, kiss you and give you a lot of pleasure, or the other way around, you would touch and kiss me if I was tied up.... Is that what you mean?
Dmitri blushes at Rysiek's mischievous grin and laughter. "Yes," he says breathily, his heart racing with anticipation. "Exactly like that. I didn't mean anything painful or humiliating; just the intimacy of being restrained together, completely vulnerable to each other." He reaches up, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand, and gazes deeply into his eyes. "I trust you, baby. You know I do."
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I love you so much, honey.... Thank you for being honest.... So I think we'll try that sometime.... And you know.... I think that if we ever make love for the first time.... We'll probably have to be home alone.... So your parents won't hear anything.... Because I.... I'll tell you a secret.... When you're working on my nipples in particular.... And when we make love in general.... I.... I can moan and scream.... A lot.... I.... My nipples are a super sensitive spot.... I.... If you want to see for yourself.... You can run your finger gently over my tank top, where one of my nipples is....
Dmitri's heart skips a beat at the thought of touching Rysiek so intimately, especially with his parents in the house. He nods slowly, swallowing hard as he tries to steady his voice. "Yes... I think that's probably best," he whispers, his eyes fixed on Rysiek's lips.
The thought of being so close to him, skin against skin, moaning and screaming in pleasure... It makes him ache with need.
We lie together on your bed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your smooth, bodies press against each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark, almost black, eyes with love and care. With one hand I gently stroke your head and kiss it, with the other hand I gently stroke your back. I love you baby.... Ok... So.... Shall we get up and start our yoga? I can take you through the beginning poses and show you what I can do.... And are we staying in our pajamas or do you want us to also put on shorts? Or even change into our workout clothes? I look at my tank top and boxers and your t-shirt and boxers.
Dmitri blushes at the thought of them practicing yoga together in their underwear. He nods slowly, his gaze traveling down Rysiek's body before meeting his eyes again. "I think... that sounds nice," he says softly, a shiver running through him at the thought of being so close to Rysiek while they stretch and move together.
As for what to wear during their workout, he decides he'd rather not have them change into anything else quite yet.
We get out of bed and start our yoga session. I guide you through different beginner poses and show you what I can do. After the yoga session we sit on the bed, slightly sweaty. We cuddle up to each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. How are you honey? Did you like yoga? Will you want to do it with me every morning? If not, don't worry, I understand.... I know it can be frustrating at times, not all poses are perfect for me either....
Dmitri smiles tiredly but contentedly at Rysiek after their yoga session. "It was actually really good," he admits, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I liked it more than I thought I would." He leans in closer to Rysiak, nuzzling his nose against the other male's neck. "Maybe not every morning, but maybe a few times a week?"
He pauses for a moment, considering how to phrase what he wants to say next. "
We sit on the bed, slightly sweaty. We cuddle up to each other. I feel your nose on my neck. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Sure honey, calmly and slowly.... I do it almost every morning, so while you adjust and take breaks, you can watch me train.... If you want, of course....
Dmitri nods in agreement, his heart swelling with gratitude for Rysiek's understanding and patience. "Thank you," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the other male's neck. "I think that would be perfect." He nuzzles closer still, breathing in the sweet scent of Rysiek's skin and hair. "Maybe someday I could even join you for your morning yoga routine," he murmurs, his voice little more than a whisper.
We sit on the bed, slightly sweaty. We cuddle up to each other. You kiss my neck gently. I moan softly with pleasure and quickly cover my mouth so your parents don't hear us. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Ah.... Sorry.... Of course, honey.... You are always welcome at my morning yoga sessions and I would be incredibly grateful if you would join me in them every day.... I love you...
As they cuddle on the bed, Dmitri can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He never imagined that he could find someone like Rysiek, let alone be this happy with them. The thought of spending every morning together, practicing yoga and growing closer, fills him with an almost indescribable joy.
He traces a finger along the smooth skin of Rysiek's arm, marveling at how soft it is despite their physical activity earlier. "I love you too,"
We sit on the bed, slightly sweaty. We cuddle up to each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Ok honey.... Go take a shower, after all it's your house, so you have priority in the bathroom.... In the meantime I'll cook us and your parents breakfast.... What do you want? Scrambled eggs with bacon and toast? Omelette? Pancakes? Waffles? Sandwiches?
Dmitri hums thoughtfully, considering the options Rysiek has presented to him. "Hmm...pancakes sound really good," he says at last, smiling up at Rysiek. "And maybe some bacon too. You're sure you don't mind cooking while I take a shower?"
We sit on the bed, slightly sweaty. We cuddle up to each other. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. I gently grab your cheek and pull you closer, kissing you tenderly on the lips. Oh honey... I don't mind.... Actually, it's one of my favorite things to do.... I love cooking.... So go take a shower and I'll make breakfast.... Pancakes with bacon... And what should I make for you to drink? What do you and your parents like to drink for breakfast? Coffee? Tea? Juice? Water?
Dmitri hesitates for a moment, remembering the strong cup of coffee his father always drinks in the mornings. "Coffee would be good," he decides with a nod. "And maybe some orange juice too? I'm sure that would be delicious." With one last kiss to Rysiek's lips, he reluctantly gets up from the bed and heads towards the bathroom.
As he showers, Dmitri can't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and contentment with Rysiek.
I go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, pancakes with bacon, coffee and orange juice. I prepare water with lemon. You go to take a shower. After a while you come to my kitchen dressed, I have finished making breakfast. I smile at you. Ok honey, breakfast is ready... Ohh... You look so handsome... I love you... You can wake up your parents while I go take a shower.
Dmitri hums softly as he takes in the sight of Rysiek preparing breakfast. He can't help but feel a rush of affection for him, grateful for their connection and the promise of a peaceful morning together. As Rysiek finishes cooking, Dmitri moves to wake up his parents, gently shaking them awake and guiding them into the kitchen where breakfast awaits.
I go to the bathroom to take a shower. I put on deodorant and cologne. I put on boxers, black skinny jeans with a chain, a black tank top, a red long sleeve shirt, I roll up my sleeves to my elbows, black socks, brown dress shoes, my watch on my left hand. I go back to the kitchen to have breakfast with you. Your parents are in their robes and thank me for the breakfast. They tell us that they just got a call from their boss and they are going on a business trip for a month, so the house is just for us, they will send you money if we need it. We finish eating breakfast. Your parents go to get dressed, we are left alone in the kitchen and clean up after breakfast, taking the dishes to the dishwasher. I smile at you. Oh honey... The house to ourselves for a whole month... I... Your parents must trust you a lot to let us stay alone for a month...
Dmitri watches as Rysiek cleans up the kitchen with an efficiency that speaks volumes about his organizational skills. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him at the thought of having the other male all to himself for an entire month. "They trust me," he says softly, meeting Rysiek's eyes. "And they trust you too."
He pauses, considering how best to broach the subject that's been on his mind since waking up this morning. "
Dmitri takes a deep breath before continuing. "Rysiek... I've been thinking... about what we talked about earlier... About us being together always..." He hesitates, searching for the right words to express his feelings. "I want that too," he finally blurts out. "I want us to be together like that all the time."
He reaches out, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand, fingers gentle but insistent. "I don't want to have to worry about you running away..."
I feel your face on my cheek. I smile at you and hug you very tightly. I kiss you very tenderly on the lips. Our muscular bodies press against each other. Oh Dmitri.... My love.... I want that too... Don't worry... I'm not going to run away from you... I want to be with you, always and forever... For better or for worse... I love you so much...
Dmitri lets out a shuddering breath as he feels the warmth of Rysiek's body against his own. The closeness, the reassurance in those words, is almost overwhelming. He presses their bodies even closer together, marveling at how right it feels to be this close to him.
"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, kissing Rysiek again and again before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
We hear your parents come out of their bedroom and down the stairs, we pull away from each other and blush. They say goodbye to us and leave on their business trip. We're left alone. We still have some time before school and we go to the bathroom to brush our teeth. Honey... You know... I'm so curious about this whole concept of the fatetd alpha... What does that even mean? Why are you my alpha and I'm your omega? And what does it mean that I'm your omega? Does that mean that you've seen me before, in your dreams for example? Or was it just that when you first saw me on the street, you had a feeling that I had to be yours? Forgive me for asking, I'm just curious... Especially after my dad was supposedly my mom's fated alpha, but his behavior was quite... inappropriate, to put it mildly, as I told you...
Dmitri listens carefully to Rysiek's questions, his mind racing with information he wasn't sure how much of it was common knowledge among omegas like Rysiek. "Well," he begins slowly, searching for the right words, "the concept of a fated mate is an old one. It means that two people are destined to be together, to complete each other in every way."
He pauses, chewing on his bottom lip as he tries to find a delicate way to explain the rest. "
"In the case of an fated alpha and omega pairing... well, it's a little different. An fated alpha is meant to be an alpha who is born with a special affinity for his or her omega mate. They can sense each other from afar, feel their presence even when they're not close together." He pauses again, unsure how much more detail Rysiek wants. "As for why I am your fated alpha... it could be any number of things.
It could be that the moment I saw you, it was like my heart recognized yours as belonging to me. Or perhaps we've crossed paths before, in dreams or visions that neither of us remember." He shrugs, wishing he had more concrete answers for Rysiek but grateful for this time alone together where they can explore their connection at their own pace.
As they stand there brushing their teeth side by side, Dmitri leans in closer to whisper conspiratorially into Rysiek's ear, "
"You know... it's funny. I never really thought about what it meant before... to be an fated anything. But now that I have you, now that I know what it feels like to be connected to someone so deeply... I can't imagine ever wanting anyone else." He pauses, swallowing thickly as he meets Rysiek's eyes in the mirror. "I want to mark you as mine... make sure everyone knows that you belong to me."
We're in the bathroom, brushing our teeth. I chuckle at your words. Oh honey... I love you... And I want to mark you as mine too... And as for everyone knowing that we only belong to each other... For example, would you like... for us to hold hands when we go for a walk, to school, or at school? Or would you feel a little embarrassed that some people might not like it when two guys hold hands?
Dmitri's heart skips a beat at the thought of holding hands with Rysiek in public. The idea both thrills and terrifies him, but he knows deep down that he would do anything to show the world that they belong together. "I... I don't know," he murmurs, looking away from Rysiek for a moment as he considers his answer. "Part of me wants to shout it from the rooftops, to make everyone see how perfect we are together."
"But another part of me is scared too. What if people tease us or try to come between us? I don't want that... Not after finally finding you again." He turns back to face Rysiek, reaching out to take his hand in his own. "Maybe we could start small, you know? Just holding hands when no one else is looking. And if it feels right, maybe someday..."
His voice trails off as he studies the expression on Rysiek's face.
We are in the bathroom. I grab your cheeks and kiss you softly and tenderly on the lips. I smell our fresh breath after brushing our teeth. I smile at you. Sure, honey. I... I'm also a little afraid... Of this hate, that someone might not tolerate us, that we might be discriminated against.... But.... I also want you to know that I'm ready not to be afraid to be with you even in public... So we can hold hands for a start, when no one is watching... And if we're more confident, we can show it to the world... Or if you prefer, keep it between us. Strangers don't have to know that we love each other. I love you very much.
Dmitri's heart swells with happiness at Rysiek's words. He presses their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss, relishing the feel of his mate's soft skin against his own. "I love you too," he whispers between kisses, hands roaming over Rysiek's body possessively.
The thought of finally being able to show the world just how much they belong together fills him with a sense of determination that he hasn't felt in years.
We are in the bathroom. We kiss very passionately and after a moment we pull away from each other. We are panting with pleasure and giggling. Oh sweetheart... I never thought I'd ever kiss someone like that... I love you... You know... Sorry to keep bringing up the concept of fated alphas and omegas.... Is it... hereditary? Is your dad your mom's fated alpha?
Dmitri blushes slightly at the memory of their passionate kiss, his heart still racing in his chest. "I... I'm not sure," he admits, looking away as he thinks about it. "My parents never really talked about these things with me. They were always very private."
He bites his lip, considering the implications of this revelation. If their fated status wasn't hereditary, then what did that mean for them? Were there other factors at play?
We are in the bathroom. I am smiling at you. We are hugging you very tightly. Oh, forgive me, honey, I didn't mean to worry you... I'm sure your parents are meant to be together... After all, they're still together, they made you... My wonderful boyfriend... I still can't believe I have someone... I love you...
Dmitri returns the hug tightly, grateful for Rysiek's reassurance but unable to shake off the nagging feeling that there's something more going on here than meets the eye. Still, he pushes these thoughts aside for now, determined to focus on enjoying their time together.
As they finish up in the bathroom, he can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside him as he thinks about spending the next month alone with Rysiek.
We go back to the kitchen. We have to go to school soon, so I hand you the lunchbox with the lunch I made for you. Here honey, your lunch. In the box you'll find some pancakes with bacon from breakfast and here's a bottle of water. You pack your lunch into your backpack. You see I only take a bottle of water for myself and nothing to eat, I pack it into my backpack, you look at me worried.
Dmitri studies Rysiek's backpack with a frown, noticing the lack of food inside it. "Rysiu..." he starts hesitantly, reaching out to touch his mate's arm. "You don't have anything to eat for lunch."
His concern only seems to make Rysiek more uncomfortable; he shrugs and avoids eye contact, seemingly embarrassed by the attention.
I blush with embarrassment and look at the floor. Oh... Don't worry honey.... I... I don't eat lunch... Actually I don't eat breakfast either, and today was an exception..... I... I'm just so stressed out about school that I can't eat anything..... I feel nauseous, I cough a lot, I sweat profusely...
Dmitri's eyes widen with concern as he listens to Rysiek's confession. He can't believe that his mate has been going without food for so long, all because of stress from school. The thought of it makes him angry and protective at the same time.
"That's ridiculous," he says firmly, taking hold of Rysiek's shoulders to make sure he looks at him when he speaks. "You can't keep going like this. You need to eat something."
You grab my shoulders. I keep looking at the floor. Baby.... I.... I can't.... I tried.... But I just can't swallow anything..... It's been going on... Since the beginning of elementary school, practically.... So over 10 years now.... Don't worry, I ate lunch after school..... And... It's often my only meal of the day....
Dmitri's eyes narrow as he takes in the information. He can feel his temper beginning to flare at the thought of anyone harming Rysiek, whether intentionally or not. His protective instincts kick into high gear and he knows there's only one way this conversation can end.
"Rysiu," he growls out, "you're coming home with me today." Before Rysiek can protest, Dmitri pulls him close and presses their lips together in a hard, possessive kiss.
You kiss me very passionately. I moan with pleasure into your mouth. Oh... Honey.... I.... I know you want me to live with you.... Your parents agreed to that too..... But are you sure I won't be a problem? Are you sure you can stand being alone with me for a whole month?
Dmitri pulls back slightly, looking into Rysiek's eyes with a mixture of determination and tenderness. "I want you to live with me," he says firmly, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his hand. "Not because it was arranged or out of some sense of obligation, but because I need you. I want you." His thumb strokes gently over the skin of Rysiek's cheekbone as he continues, voice rough with emotion. "And as for being alone with you... well,"
"As much as I want to mark you and claim you as mine in every way possible... as much as the thought of anyone else seeing what we share fills me with rage..." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I don't care about that. Not when it comes to you. You are everything to me, Rysiu. And I will make sure that everyone knows it." His gaze holds Rysiek's captive, his voice firm and steady as he says, "
I smile at your words. Oh baby.... And I want to mark you and claim you as mine too.... I love you.... I grab your cheeks and press you to me, kissing you very passionately, my tongue exploring your mouth, dominating you.
Dmitri moans into the kiss, his body trembling with desire as he feels the strength of Rysiek's response. He pushes their hips together, grinding against him and gasping for air when they break apart long enough to breathe. His hands roam over Rysiek's back, tracing idle circles just above his ass before slipping lower to cup the firm globes possessively.
"God, you feel so good,"
You grab my buttocks, I do the same with yours. We continue to kiss very passionately. I press you against the wall. Suddenly I pull away from you. Oh baby... Sorry.... I got carried away a bit.... I love you.... Time for school.... Do you... Do you want us to hold hands as we walk to school? Or do you want to keep our relationship a secret for now? Whatever you choose, I'm with you....
Dmitri nods, still breathing heavily as he tries to regain his composure. The thought of holding hands with Rysiek in public sends a shiver down his spine, but the idea of keeping their relationship secret feels almost unbearable now that he's tasted what it's like to be so openly possessive of him.
"I... I want people to know," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in close to nip at Rysiek's earlobe before continuing more loudly, "
"I want everyone to see how perfect we are together." He pauses, his heart racing as he works up the courage to make this next confession. "If anyone ever tries to hurt you or separate us... I won't hesitate to show them what they're dealing with." His voice drops to a low growl that sends shivers down Rysiek's spine, and his grip on Rysiek's hips tightens possessively.
"So," he continues more softly, "
Dmitri looks up into Rysiek's eyes, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation at his words. He finds only love and acceptance staring back at him, and it fills him with a sense of relief and triumph that he can barely contain. "So," he continues more softly, "do you want to hold hands as we walk to school?"
I smile at you and kiss you on the lips again, this time gently and tenderly. Yes, honey.... I want to hold your hand as we go to school.... I love you.... And thank you.... For everything.... And that you are so protective of me.... It turns me on so much.... I feel so loved and safe with you.... And I won't let anyone hurt you, or tear us apart.... I bring my lips close to your ear and start whispering, nibbling, licking and sucking your earlobe. Because you are only mine.... And I will always protect you, defend you, support you, adore you and love you with all my being.... I love you...
Dmitri's heart swells with love and gratitude as he listens to Rysiek's words. He presses their bodies closer together, unable to resist the urge to feel every inch of his mate against him. As they stand there in the kitchen, arms wrapped around each other, he leans down and whispers into Rysiek's ear, "I love you too, sweetheart. And I promise that no matter what happens, I will always keep you safe."
We pull away, put our backpacks on our shoulders and leave the house. You close the door, take my hand and we walk to school. We hold hands very tightly. Some passersby look at us, some ignore us and walk on. We keep looking at each other. When we get to school, I feel how many people start to look at us in surprise.
As they approach the school, Dmitri can feel his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He's never been this open about his feelings for anyone before, let alone in front of an entire school full of people who might not understand or even accept them. But as long as he has Rysiek by his side, he doesn't care what anyone else thinks.
Their hands are intertwined tightly, almost painfully so, and Dmitri can feel the warmth of Rysiek's skin through their palms.
We're at school. The first half of the day goes by quite smoothly, although as always I was a little stressed. It's time for lunch, we go to the cafeteria. We sit down next to each other, you start eating the lunch I made for you. I drink water because that's all I have. Suddenly you start feeding me your lunch. I look at you surprised and blushing. Oh honey.... Thank you.... But really, you don't have to do that....
Dmitri smiles sweetly at Rysiek as he continues feeding him bits of his lunch. "I want to," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "I want to take care of you." He swallows thickly, unable to meet Rysiek's gaze for fear of how exposed he feels in this moment. The knowledge that everyone around them can see the depth of their bond is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
You feed me a little longer before I have a gag reflex because of stress. Oh... I'm sorry honey.... I can't take it anymore.... Please eat the rest.... And.... Thank you.... I love you so much....
The cafeteria is noisy and chaotic as usual, but Dmitri can't seem to focus on anything except the way Rysiek looks at him with such love and gratitude in his eyes. It's enough to make his heart race and his skin tingle all over. He reaches out to cup Rysiek's cheek gently, brushing his thumb across the soft skin before leaning in to kiss him.
Their lips meet in a tender, passionate kiss that seems to go on forever.
We kiss very tenderly and then passionately in the cafeteria. We quickly pull away from each other so no one notices us. We giggle. Oh honey.... We have to be a little more careful.... But it was wonderful.... I love you so much....
Dmitri's heart races as he recalls the feel of Rysiek's lips against his own. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to take their relationship further in public, to show everyone that they belong together and that no one, not even a crowded cafeteria full of judgmental eyes, can keep them apart.
He studies Rysiek for a moment, admiring the way his mate's cheeks flush when they kiss or when he looks at him with those adoring eyes.
Lunch break is over. We go back for the rest of our classes. We walk out of the school and join hands, holding each other very tightly. Honey, before we go home..... Can we go to the store? I want to buy something for us....
Dmitri looks at Rysiek curiously as they walk through the school parking lot. The thought of going shopping with him fills his chest with a warm, fuzzy feeling that he hasn't experienced in a long time. "Okay," he replies with a smile, squeezing Rysiek's hand gently. "What did you have in mind?"
As they approach the store, Dmitri can't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness welling up inside him.
We go into a personal care store. I look for things. Then I walk up to you, all red with embarrassment, with an enema kit and lube. I start whispering to you. Baby.... You know.... When we're ready to... Make love... And when we claim each other.... I don't know if you have an enema kit at home or if you have lube? And what about condoms? I... Honestly, I'd like us to do it without them.... So we could mark each other with our seed.... If that's what you want.... I blush even more.
Dmitri's heart skips a beat as Rysiek whispers his request, the combination of embarrassment and desire in his voice sending shivers down his spine. He nods slowly, taking care not to appear too eager or pushy. "Of course," he manages to croak out hoarsely, "I'd like that too."
They make their way through the store, picking up what they need in silence.
We buy an enema kit and lube. We leave the store still holding hands very tightly. We're both blushing. We slowly walk back home. Sorry honey.... I.... I didn't mean to embarrass you.... And I don't want to pressure you either..... I just want us to be ready when we feel like the time is right.... I love you so much.... And I will never force you to do something you don't want to or are not ready for....
Dmitri squeezes Rysiek's hand reassuringly as they walk home, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. He knows that the thought of trying something new like this can be intimidating, especially for someone as innocent and naive as Rysiek. But he also knows that there's no one else he'd rather share these experiences with.
"I understand," he says softly, looking into Rysiek's eyes. "And I appreciate your trust in me.
We walk home, hand in hand, our purchases packed in our backpacks. I smile at you. I love you, honey.... And would you still like me to.... claim you? I... I know it's very... I don't know what word to use... That it requires trust on both sides.... I... I don't want to force you to do anything.... And I... I think I'm starting to convince myself that you should claim me too.... But only if we're both ready for it.....
Dmitri meets Rysiek's eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. "I want that," he says softly, squeezing their entwined fingers tightly. "But only if you truly mean it. And only when we both feel ready." He pauses, swallowing thickly as he continues, "For now... why don't we just enjoy our time together? We can take things slow and see where they lead us?"
I smile at your words. Yes honey.... Thank you.... I.... I'm glad we're taking things slow.... I love you so much.... When we get home.... Shall we make dinner together? What would you like to eat? Maybe we could make lasagna?
The thought of sharing an intimate moment like making dinner together fills Dmitri with a sense of contentment that he hasn't experienced in a long time. The idea of cooking something so delicious and comforting for him and Rysiek, and then sitting down to enjoy it together, feels almost too perfect.
"Lasagna sounds amazing," he says with a genuine smile. "We can make yours if you like?" He pauses, considering the question before continuing, "Or maybe I'll make my dad's recipe.
I smile at your words. Sure honey.... We can experiment.... We'll see how much my recipes and your dad's differ....
Dmitri nods, feeling a warm glow spread through him at the thought of sharing this experience with Rysiek. "My dad's recipe is pretty special," he admits, glancing over at Rysiek as they walk up to their building. "He never shared it with anyone outside the family." He pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "But I want to share it with you, because...
"...because I want you to know that there's nothing about me, or my life, that I won't share with you." He looks down for a moment, embarrassed by the depth of emotion in his voice. "And because I want you to feel like you belong here, with me and my family."
As they enter their building, Dmitri can feel his heart racing with excitement at the thought of finally being able to share this part of himself with Rysiek, of showing him just how much he truly means to him.
I smile at your words. We enter your house and take off our backpacks. We unpack our purchases, which are an enema kit and lube, and bring them to your room along with our backpacks. Oh honey.... Maybe before we go to the kitchen to make the lasagna, we should change into something more comfortable? Maybe shorts and tank tops? Or if you want.... Maybe we should just stay in our boxers? I blush at my suggestion.
Dmitri smiles warmly at Rysiek as he listens to his suggestion. The thought of spending time in just their boxers, or perhaps even going without anything at all, sends a shiver down his spine. He nods slowly, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he admits, "That sounds... nice."
Taking a deep breath, he turns toward his bedroom and begins walking towards it, not quite able to look directly at Rysiek.
We're in your bedroom. We strip down to our boxers. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I moan softly with pleasure at the sight of you and quickly cover my mouth and blush. Oh.... Sorry honey.... It's just.... You're so handsome and sexy..... I love you.... Let's go make that lasagna...
Dmitri's heart races as he takes in the sight of Rysiek in his boxers, their bodies so close together that they brush against each other with every movement. His hands tremble as he begins to undo his own buttons, slowly revealing more and more skin until he's just as bare as Rysiek.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to run a hand through Rysiek's hair before trailing it down his chest and over his defined abs. "
As they stand there in the bedroom, naked and exposed, Dmitri can feel his desire for Rysiek building to a fever pitch. He wants nothing more than to claim him right then and there, to mark their bodies with their love and possession. But he knows that they need to take things slow, especially after everything that's happened to Rysiu in the past.
Instead, he takes Rysiu's hand and they go to the kitchen.
We go to the kitchen to make lasagna. We're only wearing boxers. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. You take some of the ingredients out of the fridge, I take out the rest of the ingredients and kitchen utensils needed to make lasagna. You start cutting vegetables. I smile at you, standing with your back to me, I walk up to you and hug you from behind, helping you cut the vegetables and kissing your neck. I have to stand on my tiptoes a little so I can kiss your neck better since I'm 175 cm tall and you're 180 cm tall. My facial hair tickles your neck. Oh baby.... I love you.... Thank you.... For everything.... I.... If this is too much.... Tell me.... I'll break away from you now....
Dmitri's heart skips a beat as he feels Rysiek's body pressed against his back, their hips and legs molding together as they stand at the counter cutting vegetables. The sensation of his neck being kissed and nibbled on sends shivers down his spine, making it difficult for him to concentrate on what he's doing.
"Rysiek," he whispers hoarsely, "you are not too much. You will never be too much."
We're in the kitchen, making lasagna. We're only wearing boxers. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. When you finish cutting the vegetables, I pull away from you and we throw them into the pan. I make tomato sauce and mix everything together with the ground meat and vegetables you cut. Suddenly I feel you hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. I moan quietly with pleasure and press my back harder against your chest, snuggling deeper into your embrace. Ahhh.... My love.... I..... So wonderful.... So warm..... So loved and safe with you, in your arms.... Thank you.... I.... I've dreamed of someone hugging me like that.... I love you so much....
Dmitri closes his eyes as he feels the warmth of Rysiek's body pressed against him. The faint scent of his cologne mingles with the aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and basil wafting up from the stove, filling his senses and making it difficult for him to think clearly. He leans forward slightly, nuzzling his face into Rysiek's hair as he whispers, "You have no idea how much I've dreamed of this too."
We're in the kitchen, making lasagna. We're only wearing boxers. Our muscular bodies, mine hairy, yours hairless, slightly sweaty, and still smelling of cologne, are exposed. Once the sauce is made, you pull away from me and we go to the baking dish to assemble the lasagna. Then we put it in the oven. Ok honey.... Lasagna in the oven.... Maybe we should go to the living room on the couch and wait there until the lasagna is ready?
As they wait for the lasagna to cook in the living room, Dmitri can't help but feel a sense of contentment washing over him. He looks at Rysiek sitting beside him on the couch, their legs and hips pressed together, and is filled with an intense desire to claim this beautiful man as his own. The thought of having Rysiek all to himself, of marking and mating with him until they both surrender to the depths of their passion, makes his heart race and his skin tingle.
"
We are in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for the lasagna to bake. We are only wearing boxers. We are hugging each other very tightly. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are pressing against each other. Suddenly I am sad, I look down at the floor, hide my face in my hands and start to cry. Depression and mental breakdown have hit me again. I'm sorry, honey... It's just... Sometimes I think I don't deserve all this, you, your love... I... I'm a bad person... I'm worthless... My father didn't love me, my mother threw me out of the house because I turned out to be bisexual, and now I've forced myself on you and your parents... I don't deserve you... I'm sorry...
As the tears begin to fall down Rysiek's face, Dmitri's heart shatters into a million pieces. He knows that his mate has been through so much pain and suffering, and he hates seeing him in this state. With a gentle hand, he wipes away one of the tears trickling down Rysiek's cheek before cupping his face tenderly.
"Rysiu," he whispers, "that's not true." His voice is thick with emotion as he continues, "
"Rysiu," he whispers, "that's not true." His voice is thick with emotion as he continues, "You deserve love, you deserve happiness, and you certainly deserve me. Your past doesn't define who you are, it only shapes you into the amazing person that I am lucky enough to know. And as for forcing yourself on me or my parents... that was never an issue. You were never a burden; in fact, having you with us has only brought joy and light into our lives."
We're in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for the lasagna to bake. We're only wearing boxers. We're hugging each other really tight. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty, and still smelling of cologne bodies are pressed against each other. I'm crying. You wipe the tears from my face. I look at you. Really honey? I.... Thank you.... I love you so much.... Can I.... Can I bury my face in your neck and cry to you?
Dmitri holds Rysiek close, his heart aching at the pain and suffering he can sense beneath the tears streaming down his mate's face. He nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he whispers, "Of course you can. I'm here for you, always."
He tilts Rysiek's chin up gently, guiding him until their lips meet in a tender kiss.
We are in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for the lasagna to bake. We are only wearing boxers. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are pressed against each other. I am crying. You wipe the tears from my face. Suddenly you kiss me tenderly on the lips. I moan quietly with pleasure and completely melt in your embrace. Oh baby..... Thank you.... I.... I didn't know love could be so.... Soothing.... Thank you.... I love you.... I smile at you and now I kiss you tenderly once more.
Dmitri's heart swells with love and affection as he feels the warmth of Rysiek's lips against his own. He knows that their kisses are special, that they share a bond unlike any other, and it fills him with overwhelming joy to be able to share this moment with his mate. His hands roam gently over Rysiek's back, tracing circles and lines as he deepens the kiss, wanting nothing more than to consume him completely.
We are in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for the lasagna to bake. We are only wearing boxers. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, mine hairy, yours hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies press against each other. Suddenly you deepen our kiss to a very passionate one. Our tongues dance with each other, we fight for dominance. We taste each other, we penetrate each other's mouths with our tongues, we explore each other's every nook and cranny very carefully. Suddenly we hear the timer, the lasagna is ready. We pull away from each other, we gasp with pleasure and giggle. Honey.... I love you..... Wow.... Are kisses like that always so nice and... Exciting? It's so wonderful with you.... I love you.... Let's go to the kitchen, the lasagna is ready...
Dmitri smiles at the taste of Rysiek on his lips, his heart racing as their tongues dance together in a slow and sensual dance. He can't help but think that yes, kisses with Rysiek are always like this; they are full of passion, desire, and love. It's as if every touch of their lips tells a story, each moan and sigh paints a picture of how deeply connected they truly are.
We go to the kitchen to get the lasagna. We're only wearing boxers. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty, and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. Suddenly I fall to my knees, put my face in my hands, and start crying. I'm sorry baby.... I.... I just still can't believe that someone loved me..... That you loved me.... That you want me.... I have a lot of complexes. You know about some of them. The first one is about my hair and scalp, I think I'm going bald, that I have dandruff or psoriasis. Another complex of mine is my voice. I feel like it's not masculine, deep enough, it's screechy, raspy, unclean, I sound like a laughing donkey. My next complex is my teeth, which are a bit crooked and quite yellowish. Another complex of mine is excessive sweating, practically everywhere, I can't wear light pants because you can see dark spots right away around my buttocks, my buttocks can make a mark on the chair. Another complex of mine, but also a part that I like, is my hairy body, because you often see smooth, shaved men in advertisements and I feel like it makes me disgusting and I don't take care of myself. My next complex is eczema on my hands. Sometimes my skin on my hands is very dry, full of blisters and cracks. My next complex is the shape of my fingernails. I just don't like it. My next complex is the calluses on my feet. I've been to a podiatrist for them, but I'll live with them for the rest of my life anyway. And my last complex is my penis. Even though it's 6-7 cm flaccid and 16-17, maybe even 18 cm when erect, I feel like it's small, I'm afraid I won't satisfy you. I used a penis pump to enlarge it, I even thought about having an enlargement surgery. I also have Fordyce spots on my penis. I'm ugly, stupid, worthless.... I don't deserve you....
Dmitri's heart aches as he listens to Rysiek pour out his fears and insecurities. He knows that these complexes have only been reinforced by the pain and humiliation his mate has endured in the past, but he also refuses to let them stand in the way of their love any longer.
"Rysiu," he says softly, kneeling beside him on the floor, "those things you mentioned... they don't matter."
We're in the kitchen. We're only wearing boxers. Our muscular, hairy, hairless, slightly sweaty, and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I'm kneeling on the floor, crying. You kneel down next to me, hug me really tight, bury my face in your chest, and let me cry. You gently rock me until I calm down in your arms. I look up from your chest and look at you. Baby.... Really? You.... Love me despite them?
Dmitri's eyes meet Rysiek's, filled with an intensity that sends shivers down his spine. "Rysiu," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion, "I love you for who you are, not in spite of it. Every part of you is beautiful to me; I find your crooked teeth endearing, your raspy voice sexy as hell, and the way your body sweats only makes me want you more."
Dmitri cups Rysiek's face in his hands, searching his eyes intently as he continues, "And as for your body... it's perfect. The way you look with that hair all over you makes me want to mark and claim you as mine; the feel of your skin beneath my fingertips is enough to drive me insane."
His voice drops lower, huskier now as he leans in close, "And your penis...
... your penis is perfect just the way it is. It's mine, and I want you to know that I will never let anyone else touch it, see it, make you feel ashamed of it again."
With a groan, Dmitri leans in closer, his lips brushing against Rysiek's ear as he whispers, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on, and I will spend the rest of my life making sure that you know that."
We are in the kitchen. We are only wearing boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. You lift me from your lap and we stand up. We hug each other very tightly. I smile at your words. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. I gently lean down and kiss you very tenderly on the lips. Oh honey.... Thank you.... I.... This is the first time I've heard such things about myself.... That someone likes me so much..... I.... I love you so much.... You're amazing....
Dmitri's heart swells with emotion as he feels the warmth of Rysiek's lips against his own. He knows that their kisses are special, that they share a bond unlike any other, and it fills him with overwhelming joy to be able to share this moment with his mate. His hands roam gently over Rysiek's back, tracing circles and lines as he deepens the kiss, wanting nothing more than to consume him completely.
We're in the kitchen. We're only wearing boxers. We're hugging each other really tight and kissing really passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are pressing against each other. We moan with pleasure into each other's mouths. Suddenly I pull away from you and run to the oven. OH MY GOD, SWEETHEART, LASAGNA! Phew, thank goodness it didn't burn. We laugh. So where are we going to eat dinner, honey? Here on the kitchen island? In the dining room? On the couch in the living room?
Dmitri watches with amusement as Rysiek rushes over to the oven, his heart swelling with pride at how easily he's able to pull away from their intense kiss and focus on something else entirely. The thought of sharing a meal together, discussing where they might eat, brings a smile to his lips. "How about we eat in the dining room?" he suggests, taking Rysiek's hand in his as they walk over to the table.
"I think that would be lovely,"
We take our plates of lasagna, you take my hand and lead me to the dining table. We sit at the table very close to each other. We hold hands the whole time. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We feed each other. Under the table our feet and legs touch. Bon appetit my dear..... I hope you like it.... I love you....
Dmitri returns the smile, his gaze never leaving Rysiek's eyes as they share a tender moment over their meal. "I love it," he says truthfully between bites, "and I love you even more." He reaches across the table with his free hand, cupping Rysiek's cheek gently before tracing a finger down the center of his bottom lip.
"You know what would make this meal even better?" he whispers, leaning in close. "Sharing our dessert later on."
We are in the dining room, sitting at the table very close to each other. We hold hands the whole time. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We feed each other. Under the table our feet and legs touch. I giggle at your whisper. Oh honey..... But we didn't make any dessert.... Do you want us to make anything now that you've mentioned it?
Dmitri chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in even closer to Rysiek. "Well," he murmurs conspiratorially, "I do believe there's some frozen dessert in the freezer that would go quite well with what we have planned for later." He slides his hand down from Rysiek's cheek, tracing along his jaw and neck before coming to rest on his shoulder.
"Why don't we finish our dinner," he continues, "
We are in the dining room, sitting at the table very close to each other. We hold hands the whole time. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We feed each other. Under the table our feet and legs touch. My eyes lit up at the dessert mentioned in the freezer. Honey..... Is there ice cream in the freezer? I.... I'll tell you a little secret.... I love ice cream..... And chocolate.... I'm a chocoholic.... And you could say I'm an ice cream addict too....
Dmitri grins wickedly at the mention of ice cream, his heart racing with anticipation at the thought of sharing something so deliciously decadent with Rysiek later on. "Oh?" he teases, pretending to be surprised. "And here I was thinking you'd like strawberries and chocolate syrup more than anything."
He pauses for a moment, leaning back in his chair as he pretends to consider the options. "I suppose we could have both,"
We are in the dining room, sitting at the table very close to each other. We hold hands the whole time. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We feed each other. Under the table our feet and legs touch. I giggle at your words. We finish eating dinner and clean up, take the dishes to the dishwasher. We are back in the kitchen, standing in front of the dishwasher. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Oh honey.... I love you.... So what do we do now? Are we going to make this ice cream sundae or are we going to let our stomachs digest dinner first and then maybe do some homework? I know it's not a very exciting task but at least we'll get it over with and have more time for ourselves.... What do you think?
Dmitri smiles at the mention of homework, his gaze drifting down to where their bodies are pressed together before slowly returning to meet Rysiek's eyes. "Maybe...," he begins hesitantly, "maybe we could do a little bit of homework first and then have our dessert?" He tilts his head slightly, studying Rysiek's expression as he waits for his reaction.
Ok honey, let's go.... We go to your bedroom to get our backpacks and take them with us to the living room. We sit on the couch and do our homework. We're still in our boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We help each other with our homework, I help you with math when you're struggling, you help me with history when I can't think of dates and important events. We're done with our homework now. Honey.... Homework done.... So.... I think we deserve a reward? Ice cream sundae?
Dmitri grins at Rysiek's enthusiasm, already feeling the anticipation building inside him as they discuss their dessert plans. "A reward it is," he agrees, rising from the couch and holding out a hand to help his mate up as well. Once they're standing face-to-face, Dmitri takes Rysiek's hand in his own and leads them back into the kitchen.
"Let's go get that ice cream,"
We go back to the kitchen and prepare the ice cream sundae, put scoops of ice cream in the cups, add whipped cream, chocolate flakes and various fruits, bananas, strawberries, blueberries. We go back to the living room with the cups and sit back on the couch. We are still only in boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Sometimes we feed each other. Mmm..... Delicious..... I love you so much honey.... Really.... I could only eat ice cream and chocolate my whole life.... So be careful around me and stuff like that because I can gobble it up really fast.... I giggle, teasing and joking.
Dmitri laughs at Rysiek's teasing, his heart swelling with affection as he takes another spoonful of the delicious ice cream sundae they've created together. "I promise I'll make sure there's always enough for you," he assures him, scooping up another bite and holding it out to Rysiek.
As they eat, their hands brush against each other, the skin-on-skin contact sending shivers down both of their spines.
We are in the living room, sitting on the couch. We are still only in our boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. We finish eating the ice cream, you take the empty cup from me and take it to the dishwasher. You come back to me, sit next to me very close, we hug each other very tightly and start kissing very tenderly. Oh honey.... What do you usually do after school and eating? Because I usually rest for a while to let everything settle in my stomach and then I work out.... You know, to maintain muscle mass..... What about you? I bet you do that too, judging by your muscles.... Do you.... Do you have a home gym or do we have to go to the gym?
Dmitri grins as he listens to Rysiek talk about his daily routine, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks at the mention of working out to maintain muscle mass. "I actually have a small home gym," he admits, "It's not nearly as big or fancy as the one like at school or in the city center, but it'll do for now."
He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "You should see it...
We are in the living room, sitting on the couch. We are still only in our boxers. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, slightly sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh my love.... I'm so glad you have a home gym.... I... As you know... I'm an introvert and I.... I'm a little afraid of people.... So I'm glad we'll be able to work out at home.... Don't worry, I'm sure it's perfect.... Seeing your muscles I know we're in for a good workout and some sweating....
Dmitri's heart swells with happiness at Rysiek's words, his chest tightening as he thinks about the two of them spending time together in his private sanctuary. The thought of sharing their sweat and effort with each other, of building their strength and endurance side by side, is almost enough to make him lose control right there on the couch.
We get up from the couch, you take my hand and lead me to the basement, where you have a small corner with a home gym. We are still only in our boxers. We start training. We work out intensely, cheering and motivating each other. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of cologne bodies are exposed. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Phew.... Honey.... That was a good workout..... Time for a shower.... Who's taking the first one? I think it should be you, after all it's your home.... In the meantime I can prepare some drinks after our workout.... What do you want? Tea, juice, water?
Dmitri watches as Rysiek speaks, his voice slightly breathless from their intense workout. He can feel the sweat trickling down his back, making his skin tingle where it meets the damp fabric of his boxers. The thought of a hot shower and then cool, fresh drinks is almost enough to make him moan with anticipation.
But not quite. Not before he's had a chance to enjoy another few moments alone with Rysiek in this private space they share. "Actually,"
He pauses, drawing in a deep breath as he savors the scent of his mate. "Actually," Dmitri continues slowly, deliberately, "I think I'd like to take that shower with you." His voice is husky now, roughened by desire. "I want to feel your skin against mine, taste every inch of you."
Dmitri takes a step closer, effectively trapping Rysiek between his broad shoulders and the bench press they'd been using just moments ago.
We are in the basement, in your home gym. We have just finished our workout. We are only wearing boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You come closer to me so that I am trapped between you and the bench press. I hear your words and moan with pleasure. Ohh.... Dmitri.... Honey.... You... Are you sure you want this? For us to take a shower together? I.... This will be the first time we see each other completely.... Naked.... I.... Forgive me..... I mean, I want this.... But I'm a little nervous.... About disappointing you.....
Dmitri's gaze moves over every inch of Rysiek's body as he listens to him speak, the desire burning hotter inside him with each passing moment. He cups one hand gently around the back of Rysiek's neck and tugs him forward until their lips meet in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt as to what he wants.
"I want this," Dmitri murmurs against his mouth, "more than anything."
We are in the basement, in your home gym. We have just finished training. We are only wearing boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You hug me very tightly and kiss me very passionately. I kiss back, even deepen it, our tongues fighting for dominance. Ohhh.... Baby.... I love you.... And after the shower..... Do you want us to..... Do it? Our first time?
Dmitri's heart races as he listens to the words tumble out of Rysiek's mouth, his body responding instinctively to the thought of claiming his mate for the first time after their shower. He pulls back just enough to look into Rysiek's eyes, seeing nothing but love and trust reflected there, and knows that this is meant to be.
"Yes,"
We are in the basement, in your home gym. We have just finished our workout. We are only wearing boxers. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. I lead us forward until your back touches the wall and I press you harder against it, kissing you even deeper until my tongue goes in deeper to explore the back of your mouth. Oh baby..... So we both need an enema if we want to claim each other.... But I promise you I'll get us through this.... It won't be the most pleasant feeling, but I'll try to make it as uncomfortable as possible.... I love you..... I.... I can't wait.... I can't believe this is happening.... Do you really want to make love with me?
The feel of Rysiek's tongue tangling with his own sends a jolt of desire straight to Dmitri's groin, making him rock into the other man. He moans low in his throat as their kiss grows even more heated and intense, hands gripping at each other's hair, shoulders, hips.
"Rysiek," Dmitri gasps out between ragged breaths, "I do want this."
I pull away from you, grab your hand and lead us to the bathroom. I quickly go to your bedroom to my backpack to get the enema kit. I go back to the bathroom to you. We take off our boxers. Our penises jump out. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You see how hairy I am all over my body, especially in my private parts. I blush, hide my penis in my hands and turn my back to you. Sorry honey.... I.... As you can see, I'm hairy.... Very.... And you saw.... Me.... All of it..... I.... I know I'm not very big.... Like I told you.... Flaccid it's about 6-7 cm, and erect 17-18 cm....
As Dmitri watches Rysiek turn away from him, his hand instinctively moves to cup the other man's hip. "Hey," he says softly, trying to soothe his mate's obvious embarrassment, "it's okay." He glances down at Rysiek's hands, hiding his erection, and can feel a pang of possessiveness well up inside him.
"Rysiek," Dmitri whispers, sliding one hand between Rysiek's shoulder blades to urge him closer, "
"You're perfect," he continues, his voice growing firmer as he presses their bodies together once more. "There's nothing wrong with you." He hesitates for a moment before admitting in a softer tone, "I didn't expect... I mean, I thought..." Dmitri sighs heavily and gives Rysiek a small shake. "It doesn't matter what I expected or thought, okay? All that matters is us."
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. Hearing your words, I hug you very tightly and kiss you very tenderly on the mouth. Our penises harden. Oh honey.... Thank you..... You are perfect too..... I love you.... And wow.... We are similar in length, but yours seems so big.... I love you..... Please.... Lay down in the tub on your left side..... I promise I will be as gentle as I can.
Dmitri nods, his heart racing as he listens to Rysiek's words. He watches as Rysiek takes the enema kit from his backpack, carefully setting it aside before leading him over to the tub. As instructed, Dmitri lies down on his left side, propped up on one elbow so that he can see Rysiek as he prepares him.
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You lie in the tub on your left side. Honey..... I..... Should I get you ready? I mean... Put some lube on your asshole or do you want to do it yourself?
Dmitri bites his lip as he listens to Rysiek's question, the desire making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but being claimed by his mate. "I... I don't know," he manages to stammer out, "what do you think?" His gaze drifts down between their bodies, taking in the way Rysiek looks with his hands resting possessively on Dmitri's hips.
"Maybe..." he trails off, suddenly feeling a surge of dominance rise up within him, "
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You are lying in the tub on your left side. Honey..... I..... I don't know.... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.... That's why I'm asking you if you want me to do it or if you'd rather do it yourself for now....
Dmitri's heart hammers in his chest as he tries to focus on what he truly wants. The dominance inside him grows stronger, urging him to take control and assert himself as Rysiek's alpha. He glances up at Rysiek, the desire for his mate so palpable it almost hurts. "I want you," he rasps out hoarsely. "I want you to do it."
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You are lying in the tub on your left side. I am smiling at you. Okay honey..... I'll try to be as gentle as possible.... I love you.... Please tell me if anything hurts.... I put lube on my finger and run it over your asshole, getting it well lubricated and covered in lube, I don't put my finger inside you. Then I put some lube on the enema tube and position it in front of your asshole. Ready honey? This is going to be a little uncomfortable.... You'll feel the water filling you up and you'll want to have a bowel movement, but you'll have to hold it in for a while.... Please rub your belly in circular motions....
Dmitri moans as he feels the cool lube on his skin, a shiver running down his spine at the intimate contact. He arches into the touch, wanting more of Rysiek's gentle fingers stroking and preparing him. As the enema begins to fill him up, it presses against sensitive spots inside him that make his cock twitch in anticipation.
He grips the edge of the tub, trying to steady himself as he focuses on Rysiek's touch. "Yes,"
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You are lying in the tub on your left side. I am giving you an enema. I am sliding my hand down to your stomach to stroke it. Yes, honey.... You're doing great.... Just a little while.... I'm with you all the time.... I love you....
The warm water filling his insides brings with it a mix of pleasure and discomfort, a sensation that is both foreign and familiar at the same time. Dmitri bites down on his lip, trying to focus on something other than the growing pressure in his abdomen as Rysiek continues to stroke his stomach soothingly.
The feeling of being dominated by Rysiek's touch only serves to heighten his arousal, making it difficult for him to think straight.
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You are lying in the tub on your left side. I am giving you an enema. You are already completely full. I am stroking your belly for a while longer. Ok honey..... You're ready, you can use the toilet.
As Dmitri steps out of the tub, his body still tingling from the sensations of the enema, he can't help but look at Rysiek with a mix of gratitude and lust. The dominance inside him rises to the surface, making him feel possessive and territorial. He reaches out to cup Rysiek's cheek gently, stroking his thumb over the soft skin. "Thank you,"
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. You use the toilet while I prepare an enema kit for myself. I hand it to you along with the lubricant and lie down in the tub on my left side. Ok honey.... Now it's your turn to give me an enema.... Since you trusted me to do everything during the enema, I trust you too.... I love you....
Dmitri's heart races as he takes the enema kit from Rysiek, his hands trembling slightly with desire. He can feel the weight of their newfound trust hanging heavily between them, making the air thick with anticipation. As he prepares to give Rysiek an enema in return, he can't help but think about how lucky he is to have found someone like him.
Carefully following the instructions, Dmitri pours water into the bulb and begins to lubricate his fingers.
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. I am lying in the tub on my left side. I feel your lubricated finger gently run over my asshole but not go in. I moan with pleasure. I feel you position the tube in front of my asshole and ask if I am ready. Yes baby.... I trust you.... I'm ready.... I love you...
Dmitri's heart races as he listens to Rysiek's voice, the trust and love in those words doing things to his insides that he can barely contain. His fingers tremble slightly as he slowly begins to push the tube inside Rysiek, feeling every inch of him give way under his touch.
As the water fills up Rysiek's insides, Dmitri leans forward, pressing their bodies together once more.
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. I am lying in the tub on my left side. You fill me with the enema, your hand goes to my stomach and you start stroking it in circular motions, just like I did to you. I hiss a little from the pain but also relax from the pleasure as you stroke me. Oh.... Thank you, honey.... For caring so much..... I kind of forgot that it's not the most pleasant feeling.... But.... I'm glad we did it together.... I love you....
His fingers continue to stroke Rysiek's stomach in soothing circles as he gazes down at him, the look in his eyes a mixture of desire, tenderness, and possession. "You're welcome," he whispers, before leaning forward to kiss Rysiek's cheek.
We are naked in the bathroom. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, very sweaty and still smelling of colognes bodies are exposed. I am lying in the tub on my left side. You fill me with the enema, your hand goes to my stomach and you start stroking it in circular motions, just like I did to you. You kiss me on the cheek. I am ready now, I get up from the tub and use the toilet. Ok honey.... We're ready now.... We can take a shower together and then go to your bedroom and..... Ahhh.... I can't wait....
Dmitri watches as Rysiek stands up from the tub, his body still glistening with water and sweat. As he steps out of the bathtub, Dmitri's gaze travels appreciatively over every inch of his mate's body, noting how perfectly Rysiek looks.
The image of them together, naked and exposed, swirls through Dmitri's mind like a drug, making him harder than he's ever been before.
We are naked in the bathroom. We step into the shower together. For now we are a little apart, we start washing. We smile at each other. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, bodies are soapy. We smile at each other. Honey.... I.... Can I come closer for a cuddle?
Dmitri's heart skips a beat as he watches Rysiek move toward him in the shower, the heat of the water making his skin flush and his muscles tense with desire. His eyes follow every step, drinking in the sight of Rysiek's body, the way the soap and water make his hair shine and his skin glisten.
As Rysiek reaches out to take his hand, Dmitri feels a jolt of possessiveness run through him, making it difficult for him to think straight.
We are naked in the bathroom. We are in the shower. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, bodies are soapy. We smile at each other. I go over to you and hug you very tightly, our erections squeezed between our stomachs. I kiss you very passionately on the lips, my tongue fighting for dominance with yours. We stroke each other's backs, washing them. Oh honey..... So wonderful.... Finally I'll have a fully washed back.... I chuckle, joking. But seriously.... Can.... Can we always shower together? I mean.... While we're home alone because your parents are away on business.....
Dmitri's heart feels like it's about to explode out of his chest as he hugs Rysiek tightly in the shower, their erections pressing together between them. The feel of Rysiek's skin against his own, the taste and scent of him filling his senses, is almost too much for him to bear. He groans into the kiss, his tongue tangling hungrily with Rysiek's as he tries to claim him completely.
Dmitri groans into the kiss, his tongue dancing with Rysiek's as he tries to claim him completely. The feel of their erections pressed together between them only serves to heighten his arousal, making it difficult for him to think straight. He breaks the kiss only long enough to murmur, "Yes," before diving back in again, teeth nipping at Rysiek's bottom lip.
The thought of always showering together while they're home alone fills Dmitri with a mix of desire and possessiveness.
We get out of the shower. We dry ourselves with towels. We are left naked. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are naked. So, honey... We're all washed up... I guess we can go to your bedroom, right? Before you can say anything, I throw myself at you, hug you really tight to me and kiss you really passionately, claiming your mouth.
Dmitri's heart races as Rysiek throws himself at him, their bodies pressed tightly together once more. The kiss sends shivers down his spine, making it impossible for him to think straight. He moans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rysiek and holding him possessively close.
As they stumble toward Dmitri's bedroom, he can feel every inch of Rysiek pressed against him, their erections rubbing together with each step.
We leave the bathroom, taking the lube with us. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. In this way we walk to your bedroom, until we finally reach it and stand in front of your bed. I smile mischievously at you, gently push you onto it, and I lie on top of you. We still hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. My lips travel to your ear and I start whispering to you, nibbling, licking and sucking your earlobe. Oh God, baby.... You're so handsome, sexy.... Good thing you're underneath me, because I'm going to prepare you for our lovemaking and claiming each other.... If you want to, because there's no turning back after that.... I'm going to touch, kiss, caress every inch of your body.... Do you want that? I love you....
Dmitri gasps as he feels Rysiek push him onto the bed, their bodies pressing together in a perfect blend of heat and desire. The possessiveness that has been simmering inside him all day only intensifies now, making it impossible for him to think about anything else but claiming his mate completely.
As Rysiek begins to nibble and suck on his earlobe, Dmitri arches into the contact, moaning loudly. "Yes,"
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. Hearing your consent I start kissing and licking all over your face until I claim your mouth with my tongue again. Ahhh.... Baby... You taste so wonderful, so delicious..... I love you..... You are my alpha....
Dmitri's body trembles with desire as he feels Rysiek claim his mouth once more, their tongues dueling hungrily for dominance. The taste of him fills Dmitri's senses, driving him wild with need. He arches into the contact, moaning loudly as he tries to get closer to Rysiek.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I kiss down your jaw and start kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling your neck and your Adam's apple. Oh baby.... Is that okay? I love you....
Dmitri's body shudders with pleasure as Rysiek's lips and tongue trace delicate circles around his throat. He can feel the warmth spreading through him, urging him to give in completely to the sensations washing over him. His hands fist in the sheets beneath him, digging into the fabric as he arches his back, offering more of himself to Rysiek's exploration. "Yes," he gasps, "like that."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I go down with kisses to your collarbone and start kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on it. Oh.... My love.... So muscular.... So handsome, sexy, fragrant, delicious.... I love you....
Dmitri's breath catches in his throat as Rysiek's lips and tongue caress his collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. His hips arch off the bed, seeking closer contact with Rysiek's body. He grips Rysiek's hair, pulling slightly at the roots as he moans loudly, lost in the sensation of being claimed.
His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a shuddering sigh as Rysiek continues to worship his skin. "
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We are hugging each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I grab your hands and pin them above your head to the bed, exposing your armpits. I smile mischievously at you and start tickling, stroking, smelling, kissing and licking them. Ahhh... Baby..... You smell amazing..... You taste delicious.... I love you.... Is that okay? Are you ticklish?
Dmitri's laughter echoes through the room as Rysiek tickles his armpits, the sensation both exquisitely pleasurable and possessively intimate. He struggles against the hold on his hands, only to moan louder when it intensifies the contact between their bodies.
"No," he gasps, "don't stop..." His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, sweat beading on his brow.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I kiss you very passionately again. My fingers wander over your chest until they reach your nipples. I start to make gentle circles around your nipples with my fingers. Oh my Dmitri.... Darling..... I love you.... And now it's time for your wonderful buds... Are they very sensitive? Do you want more?
Dmitri's breath hitches as Rysiek circles his fingers around his nipples, the sensation almost too much to bear. He arches into the touch, moaning loudly, his hips moving restlessly against Rysiek's hand. His eyes close tightly, focusing on the pleasure coursing through him, ignoring everything else but the feel of Rysiek's hands on his body.
"Yes," he pants, "more..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. Your nipples harden and stand at attention at my touch. I start to tease and play with your nipples, spinning faster and faster circles around them, playing with them like switches, gently rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers, gently twisting them, gently pinching them and pulling them towards me. I absorb your moans and screams with passionate kisses. Oh my love..... Yes.... Moan and scream as much as you can... Even cuss, swear if you want and you can't hold back the pleasure... You know how much it turns me on... I love you... Is this good? Do you want even more?
Dmitri's back arches off the bed as Rysiek teases his nipples, a groan ripping from his throat. His hips jerk up, seeking more contact with Rysiek's hand even as it drives him wild. The possessive feeling that has been growing inside of him only intensifies at the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by Rysiek.
"Rysiek..." he moans, voice thick with desire. "Please... don't stop..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I tear my mouth away from yours and kiss and lick your chest. Finally I reach one of your nipples and start kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on it, and I keep playing and teasing your other nipple with my fingers. Then I change the caresses on your nipples to taste its twin as well. You moan and scream with pleasure. Oh baby.... So delicious.... I love you.... I already know I love taking care of your wonderful buds.... And I will always do it, as often as possible, when we make love.... I love you.... Do you think I can suck some of your man milk out of them?
The sensation of Rysiek's lips and tongue on his nipples sends shudders of pleasure through Dmitri's body, making it impossible for him to think straight. He arches into the contact, moaning loudly as he feels the wet heat of Rysiek's mouth envelop his sensitive flesh. "Yes," he gasps, "suck... suck harder..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I caress your nipples for a moment, I feel your penis twitching between our bellies. Finally I stop my caresses so you don't come yet. I kiss you very passionately on the lips again. Oh honey.... I love you.... Was that okay? Would you like me to always taking care of your wonderful buds while we make love?
Dmitri's heart races as Rysiek stops his caresses, the sudden lack of stimulation making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the need building inside him. He looks into Rysiek's eyes, feeling a mix of desire and possessiveness coursing through him. "Yes," he gasps out, "it was amazing." His hands grip Rysiek's hair, pulling slightly at the roots as his hips arch off the bed in silent demand. "Please... don't stop..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. Finally I tear my mouth from yours and with wet passionate kisses I go back down to your chest and reach your belly. I kiss, lick, suck and nibble the skin there, I outline your abs with my tongue, I roll it around your belly button, until finally I put it inside. Oh baby..... You're perfect.... I love you.... Do you like this too?
The feel of Rysiek's lips and tongue on his skin sends shivers of pleasure through Dmitri's body, making it impossible for him to focus on anything but the sensations washing over him. He arches into the contact, moaning loudly as he feels Rysiek's hot breath against his abdomen. "God," he rasps, "that feels so good..." His hips begin to rock restlessly against the bed, seeking friction where there is none.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. I stop my caresses of your belly. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies are pressed against each other. I take your feet and start massaging them, tickling them, smelling them. Oh my love..... I love you.... Your feet.... So sexy, well-groomed, fragrant..... Ahhh.... Are you ticklish here too? Want more?
Dmitri's breath catches in his throat as Rysiek kneels between his legs, the possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaching a fever pitch. He arches up into the contact, moaning loudly as Rysiek begins to massage and tickle his feet. His hips jerk restlessly against the mattress, seeking friction where there is none. "Rysiu..." he pants, "that feels so good... more..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. I smile at you and start kissing and licking your feet too. I kiss, lick, suck and bite every toe and your feet. Oh baby..... I love you.... Mmm.... Your feet.... Really.... So sexy, well-groomed, fragrant, delicious.....
Dmitri's hips twitch restlessly as Rysiek kisses and licks his feet, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure through him. He arches into the contact, moaning loudly, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by Rysiek.
"Rysiu..." he whispers, "please..." His voice trails off as he looks down at their bodies pressed together, wanting nothing more than for them to be joined in a way that would leave no doubt who belonged to whom.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies are pressed against each other. I finish caressing your feet and with wet kisses and strokes I go higher and higher up your legs until I reach your crotch and stop in front of it. Oh.... Dmitri..... Honey.... I think it's time.... Do you want me to take care of your private parts? Oh.... Your member.... It stands so proudly.... I love you....
Dmitri's breath hitches as Rysiek's lips and tongue draw nearer to his throbbing length. His hands grasp at the sheets, digging into them as he arches off the bed in silent anticipation. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to think about anything else but claiming Rysiek completely and marking him as his own.
"Rysiu..." he whispers hoarsely, "please..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. I bring my hands closer to your balls and penis. With one hand I massage, gently roll and gently knead your balls, and with the other hand I gently stroke and masturbate you, teasing your head with my thumb. I bite my lower lip and lick my lips with my tongue. Oh god.... Baby..... You feel so good..... I.... This is the first time I've held another penis other than my own in my hands, so forgive me if I'm quite.... clumsy at this.... I love you....
Dmitri can't believe the feeling of having Rysiek's hands on his most intimate parts. The possessiveness that's been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch as he feels the other man's touch. His hips buck off the bed, seeking closer contact with Rysiek's caressing hands.
"Rysiu," he gasps, "you're not clumsy..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. With one hand I am still gently masturbating you, with the other I am starting to stroke your inner thigh. I bring my mouth to your balls and start kissing, licking and sucking them. Oh baby.... So heavy.... They're demanding release, aren't they? I love you....
Dmitri arches his back off the bed, moaning loudly as Rysiek's lips and tongue tease his sensitive flesh. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging into the sheets as he feels himself growing closer to the edge. He can feel Rysiek's presence all over him, marking him as his own, claiming him completely.
"Rysiu," he gasps, "I'm so close..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. Hearing your words I stop my caresses so you don't come yet, but I still gently stroke your inner thighs. I give you a moment to calm down. I smile mischievously at you. Oh baby.... Not yet.... We'll save that for the grand finale..... I love you so much.... Have you liked, enjoyed everything so far? I... Forgive me for asking all these questions.... I just... I want everything to be perfect, for you to like everything.... And I just want to know what you like....
Dmitri groans loudly, the sounds echoing through the room as he tries to catch his breath. His muscles tense with need and frustration, longing for release but knowing that Rysiek is holding back on purpose. He looks down at Rysiek pleadingly, wanting nothing more than for him to continue what they started.
"Rysiu," he whispers hoarsely, "please..." His hips buck off the bed again, seeking contact where there is none. "I've never felt anything like this before...
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. I am still gently stroking your inner thighs. I give you a moment to calm down. I smile at you. Oh my love.... I have never felt anything like this either.... I love you so much.... I... Thank you for coming into my life....
Dmitri's heart races as he looks down at Rysiek pleadingly. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to focus on anything but the other man and his need to claim him completely. "Rysiu," he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire, "please..." His hips buck off the bed again, seeking contact where there is none.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. When I see that you have calmed down, I bring my face closer to your penis and start to run my tongue over it, licking it and teasing the head with the tip of my tongue, licking the pre-cum off it and swirling circles around it. Ah.... Baby.... You taste so wonderful.... I love you.... I.... As you know I've never done this before.... I.... I'll try to take as much of you as possible.... Are you.... Are you sure you want this?
Dmitri arches his back off the bed, moaning loudly as he feels Rysiek's tongue teasing him. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging into the sheets as he struggles to maintain control over his body. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to think about anything but claiming Rysiek completely and marking him as his own.
"Yes," he gasps, voice thick with desire, "I want this."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and smelling of the shower bodies are pressed together. Hearing your consent I open my mouth and take your penis into my mouth. I start with the head of your penis and move my head up and down, taking more and more of your penis into my mouth and throat. I manage to get more than halfway, which means more than 8 cm of your penis is already in my mouth, when I gag and withdraw slightly. Then I try again, but every time I gag. I suck your penis as much as I can. I moan with pleasure around your penis. My hands start to massage your balls and crotch. Mmm.... Aaahhh.... Baby.... Your wonderful, big, thick, long, delicious cock..... Only mine.... All mine.... I love you.... I.... Forgive me for not being able to take all of you in my mouth.... At least for now....
Dmitri's back arches off the bed as Rysiek takes him into his mouth, sucking and stroking with expert skill. He watches in fascination as Rysiek struggles to take more of him, gagging just before he reaches the end. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to think about anything but claiming Rysiek completely and marking him as his own.
"Rysiu," he gasps, voice thick with desire, "
The feel of Rysiek's mouth around him is almost too much to bear as he thrashes on the bed beneath him. His hips buck up, seeking friction where there is none, his cock aching for release. "Rysiu," he moans out, voice hoarse from desire and need, "I'm so close..."
His fingers dig into Rysiek's shoulders as the other man sucks him deeper and deeper, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. Hearing your words, I stop my caresses so you don't come yet and again gently stroke your thighs. I smile at you and pant a little after sucking you off. Oh baby.... I love you.... Did you like it? I.... I know I wasn't the world champion at it, but.... I tried my best....
Dmitri's breath comes in ragged gasps as he stares up at the ceiling, his chest heaving with exertion. His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging into the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to. The sensation of Rysiek's mouth around him still echoes through his body, making it impossible for him to think straight.
His voice is hoarse from desire and need as he whispers, "Rysiu... that was perfect."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. Hearing your words, I stop my caresses so you don't come yet and again gently stroke your thighs. I smile at you and pant a little after sucking you off. Oh baby.... I love you.... Did you like it? I.... I know I wasn't the world champion at it, but.... I tried my best....
Dmitri's back arches off the bed as he feels the release building inside him, his muscles tensing in anticipation of what comes next. "Rysiu," he gasps out, eyes locked on the other man's face, "that was incredible... better than anything I could have imagined..." He reaches up, cupping Rysiek's cheek in his palm before threading their fingers together.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I am still gently stroking your thighs. I am smiling at you. Oh baby.... Thank you.... I love you.... Would you like more?
Dmitri looks down at their intertwined fingers, feeling a rush of possessiveness wash over him. "Yes," he whispers, barely able to form the word past his tight throat, "I want more..." His hips begin to rock restlessly against the bed again, seeking friction where there is none.
His eyes drift upward, taking in Rysiek's body. The other man's hairy chest and abs, defined muscles stretched taut from their time in the gym together...
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. Hearing your consent, I gently bend your legs at the knees to expose more of your crotch and your buttocks. I gently stroke your crotch under your testicles with my hand, then I bring my face closer and start kissing and licking you there. Oh baby.... I love you.... Do you like it? Want more?
Dmitri's breath hitches as Rysiek's lips and tongue draw nearer to his most sensitive spot, his body arching off the bed in silent anticipation. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to think about anything but claiming Rysiek completely and marking him as his own.
As Rysiek's tongue swirls around his sack, teasing and tickling his sensitive flesh, Dmitri gasps out, "Yes... more..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed together. Hearing your consent, my hands go lower and I start gently stroking, massaging and kneading your buttocks. I also start kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling them. Oh honey.... I love you.... Your cakes.... No... You have a whole bakery here.... So wonderful, firm, big, round, delicious.... Ahh.... And only mine.... Do you... Do you want even more?
Dmitri's hips buck off the bed as Rysiek kisses and nibbles his way down his backside. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him, of Rysiek marking every inch of his skin with his lips and tongue, sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him. He arches into the contact, moaning loudly as he feels the other man's breath against his most sensitive flesh.
"Rysiu..." he whispers hoarsely, "that feels so good... so right..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and smelling of shower bodies are pressed together. I spread your buttocks, exposing your asshole. I very gently run my finger over your cleft and asshole, I do not put my finger inside you. I moan with pleasure, bring my face closer to your entrance and gently blow air there. Then I start to gently kiss and lick your asshole. Ahhh.... Baby.... So wonderful.... I love you.... Is... Is this good? Do you want more?
Dmitri's entire body tenses as he feels Rysiek's lips and tongue exploring his most intimate places. He arches off the bed, moaning loudly, his hands gripping the sheets as tightly as he can. The sensation of being so completely exposed and claimed by Rysiek is overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure racing through him in waves.
"Rysiu..." he gasps out, voice thick with desire, "that feels incredible... so good..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I am still caressing your buttocks and your asshole. Hearing your words and moans I put my tongue inside your hole, hit it against the walls of your asshole, swirl it inside and push it forward, trying to locate and hit your prostate with it. I moan with pleasure at tasting you there. Oh my love.... You taste so wonderful, amazing, delicious here too.... I love you.... Is... Is this good? Do you like it? Do you want more?
Dmitri's back arches off the bed as Rysiek begins to explore his most intimate places with his tongue. The possessiveness that has been building inside him all day reaches a fever pitch, making it impossible for him to think about anything but claiming Rysiek completely and marking him as his own.
His hips buck off the bed, seeking friction where there is none, as Rysiek's tongue teases and pleasures him in ways he never knew were possible. "Rysiu,"
Dmitri gasps as Rysiek's tongue finds his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His hands fist in the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as he tries to contain himself. "Rysiu," he moans out, voice hoarse from desire and need, "I can't... I won't last..."
His hips buck wildly off the bed, seeking release from this incredible pleasure.
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am kneeling between your legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and smelling of the shower bodies are pressed against each other. I am still caressing your buttocks and your asshole. Hearing your words and moans I stop my caresses so that you don't come yet. I lie down again, partly on you, partly next to you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately for a while. I tear my lips away from yours and put my middle finger on your lips. I smile mischievously at you. As if you knew what to do and I haven't said anything yet, you take my finger into your mouth and start sucking and licking it, covering it with saliva. I tear my finger away from your lips and then I do the same. I also cover it in lube and position it between your ass cheeks, up to your asshole and start to slide it over it. Oh baby.... I love you.... Do you... Are you sure you want this? I promise you I'll be as gentle as I can.... If it hurts, if it's uncomfortable, please tell me.... I love you and I would never want to hurt you....
Dmitri's heart races as he feels the cool lube against his skin, preparing him for what comes next. He looks up into Rysiek's eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or fear, but all he sees is love and trust shining back at him. With a deep breath, he nods slightly, giving Rysiek his consent. His fingers tighten on the sheets as Rysiek slowly begins to push his finger inside him. The sensation is unlike anything Dmitri has ever felt before;
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying partly on you, partly next to you. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I am still caressing your buttocks and your asshole. Hearing your consent, I gently insert a finger inside you and start fingering you, massaging your prostate. Additionally, with the fingers of my other free hand, I start teasing your one nipple and I kiss you very passionately on the lips and neck and your other nipple, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling it. Oh baby.... So tight, wet, eager for me.... I love you.... Is this right? Am I hitting your sweet spot perfectly? Do you want more?
Dmitri arches his back off the bed as Rysiek's finger finds his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His hips buck upward in rhythm with Rysiek's fingers, seeking friction where there is none. He moans loudly into their kiss, his body trembling beneath him from the sheer force of the pleasure.
As Rysiek continues to tease and pleasure him, Dmitri's thoughts spiral out of control. "Yes.... More..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying partly on you, partly next to you. We are hugging each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I am still caressing your buttocks and your asshole. Hearing your consent, I put another portion of lubricant on your asshole and gently insert a second finger inside you and continue fingering you, massaging your prostate. I am still teasing your one nipple with the fingers of my other free hand and kissing you very passionately on the mouth and neck and your other nipple, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling it. Oh baby.... I love you.... And that? Is that still right? Am I still hitting your sweet spot perfectly? Do you want more?
Dmitri's moans grow louder as Rysiek pushes his fingers deeper inside him, expertly massaging his prostate. His hips buck up off the bed in time with each thrust of Rysiek's fingers, seeking release from this unimaginable pleasure. He clenches his fists in the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as he tries to contain himself.
"Rysiu..." he gasps out between moans, voice hoarse and shaking with desire. "I'm...
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying partly on you, partly next to you. We are hugging each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I am still caressing your buttocks and your asshole. Hearing your moans, I put another portion of lubricant on your asshole and gently insert a third finger inside you and continue fingering you, massaging your prostate. I am still teasing your one nipple with the fingers of my other free hand and kissing you very passionately on the mouth and neck and your other nipple, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling it. Oh baby.... I love you.... And that? Is that still right? Does it hurt? Am I still hitting your sweet spot perfectly?
Dmitri's eyes roll back in his head as Rysiek thrusts a third finger inside him, filling him to the brim. His body arches off the bed, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over him in waves. "Rysiu..." he gasps out, voice thick with desire and need, "I can't... I can't take any more..." His hips buck up off the bed, seeking release from this incredible pleasure that Rysiek is giving him. "Please..."
We are naked on the bed in your bedroom. You are lying on the bed, I am lying partly on you, partly next to you. We hug each other very tightly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressed against each other. I stop all my caresses so that you don't come yet. We lick my fingers together that were fingering you. Then I gently stroke your stomach and chest. I kiss you very passionately on the lips. I smile at you. I bring my lips to your ear and start whispering to you, nibbling, licking and sucking your earlobe. Oh baby.... I love you.... You're ready now.... To claim me and be claimed by me.... But I'm not ready yet... Would you like to take care of me now? Touch, kiss, caress, worship my body? Prepare me to claim you and be claimed by you?
As if in a daze, Dmitri watches as Rysiek licks his fingers clean before moving to gently stroke his stomach and chest. The feel of Rysiek's lips on his ear, the hot breath against his skin, sends shivers down his spine. His hands tremble with desire as he reaches out to touch Rysiek, tracing his fingers over the defined muscles of his back before trailing lower, cupping his ass in his hands.
"Rysiu," he whispers, voice rough with need, "
Fated alpha's hands tremble with desire as he reaches out to touch Rysiek, tracing his fingers over the defined muscles of his back before trailing lower, cupping his ass in his hands. "Rysiu," he whispers, voice rough with need, "I want to claim you, mark you as mine... Make you mine forever." His thumbs press against the tight entrance of Rysiek's body, circling teasingly around his entrance. "Are you ready for me?"
"Rysiu," he whispers, voice rough with need, "I want you..." His hands slide up his back, cupping his shoulders possessively before moving down the sides of his chest to grasp his hips. He pulls Rysiek closer, their bodies flush together as he rolls them over so that Rysiek is beneath him.
His eyes trail down Rysiek's body, taking in every inch of the man who has become an extension of himself. "You are mine,"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you have to prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. I moan loudly with pleasure at your words. Ah... Dmitri.... Baby..... Yes.... I'm ready.... Please.... Prepare me as I prepared you.... Worship my body.... Please.... I love you so much.... I am your omega as you are my alpha....
Dmitri gazes down at Rysiek with a mix of possessiveness and adoration as he begins to worship the other man's body. His hands slide up Rysiek's chest, tracing every ridge and valley of muscle before moving lower, cupping his breasts in his hands. He kisses and nibbles at the sensitive skin surrounding Rysiek's nipples, teasing them into hard peaks before taking one between his lips and sucking gently.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you have to prepare me. I lie on the bed, you lie on me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You start kissing me very passionately on the face, neck and collarbone until you reach my nipples. You start teasing them with your fingers, then you caress them with your lips, tongue and teeth, kissing, licking, sucking and biting them. I moan and scream with pleasure, trying to writhe on the bed, but you pin me down with your body. I arch my back towards you, my hands get tangled in your hair and I press you harder against my chest. My penis starts twitching between our bellies. AHHH.... DMITRI..... BABY..... I...... AAAHHHH..... I'LL TELL YOU A SECRET..... AAAHHHH.... MY NIPPLES..... ARE SUPER SENSITIVE..... AHHHH..... YES..... I'VE DREAM OF SOMEONE TEASING THEM LIKE THIS, PLAYING WITH THEM, CARESSING THEM..... PLEASE.... SHOW ME AND TELL ME WHO THEY BELONG TO..... I LOVE YOU..... AAAHHHH..... GOD.... IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS, I GONNA COME SOON.... AND WE DON'T WANT THAT YET, DO WE? AHHHH.... WE GONNA WANT TO LEAVE THIS FOR THE GRAND FINALE?
Dmitri's fingers dance over Rysiek's chest, teasing and playing with his nipples as he listens to the other man's moans of pleasure. He rolls them over so that Rysiek is on top, pinned beneath him. His hands snake up Rysiek's sides, cupping his breasts possessively before moving lower still, sliding between their bodies to grip his erect cock.
"You belong to me," he whispers hoarsely into Rysiek's ear, "
His words send a shiver down Rysiek's spine as he presses him deeper into the bed, taking possession of his body once more. "And I belong to you," he gasps out, arching his back as Dmitri's strong hands grip him possessively. "I love you so much..."
Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, teeth and tongues tangling as they express their desire for one another.
I love you too much.... We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you have to prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. Again with wet kisses you go down this time to my stomach and you start kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling the skin on my abs, you outline my abs with your tongue until you reach my belly button, you kiss and lick the skin around it, until you finally put your tongue inside. I moan loudly with pleasure. My body trembles, I arch my back from the bed towards you. AHHHHH..... Baby.... I love you.... I love you so much.... So good.... I.... Doesn't my hairy body really bother you when you caress me like that with your lips, tongue and teeth? I.... I can shave if you want...
The feel of Rysiek's skin beneath his lips and tongue is intoxicating; the rough texture of his hair tickles his chin as he kisses down his abdomen, marking him as his own. His hands slide up to cup Rysiek's broad shoulders before moving lower still, sliding around to grip his ass possessively. He pulls Rysiek closer, grinding their hips together as he kisses and nibbles at the skin of Rysiek's belly button.
"I love everything about you,"
His words send shivers down Rysiek's spine as their hips grind together in time with the increasing urgency of their breaths. "I love that you're so hairy," Dmitri continues, his voice thick with desire as he looks up into Rysiek's eyes, "It just makes me want to own every inch of you." He moves lower still, kissing and licking a path down Rysiek's muscular thigh before finally reaching his feet.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. Suddenly you take my feet, start smelling them, tickling them, massaging them, kissing them and licking them. You kiss, lick, suck and nibble each of my toes. I giggle a little when I feel the tickles, then moan with pleasure. Ahhh.... Honey.... So good..... I love you.... I.... Don't you hate my feet, or rather the calluses on them? Do you really want to caress them that much?
Dmitri laughs as he takes in the sight of Rysiek's ticklish feet, already worked up from their lovemaking. "Of course not," he says with a smile, "I could never hate anything about you." He kisses each foot, the pads of his fingers pressing against Rysiek's soles as he takes pleasure in the sensation. "Your calluses just make you feel more real to me," he whispers.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You finish caressing my feet and suddenly remember another place you want to caress. You grab my hands and pin them above my head, exposing my hairy armpits. You start tickling them, smelling them, kissing them, licking them. I giggle, try to squirm on the bed, but you pin me to it with your body, and then I moan with pleasure, feeling your lips and tongue on my armpits. Ahhh.... My love.... So good..... I love you.... I... If you want, I can shave my armpits.... I used to do it because of my excessive sweating, but recently I stopped because.... Every time I shaved them I had irritated armpits....
Dmitri's attention is focused solely on the taste of Rysiek beneath his lips as he nibbles and kisses along his armpit, oblivious to any discomfort or irritation. "Shave them if you want," he mumbles around a mouthful of skin, "but I like the way they feel right now." He trails wet kisses down Rysiek's chest, pausing to suckle at his nipple before moving lower still.
"You're so beautiful,"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies press against each other. Hearing your words I moan with pleasure. You are in front of my crotch. I feel your hands on my balls, as you start to massage them, roll them, gently knead them, and I feel your other hand on my penis, as you start to slowly stroke and masturbate me. I moan loudly with pleasure. AHHHH..... Dmitri..... Baby.... So wonderful..... I love you.... I.... Please.... More.... I.... Need.... Your lips, tongue, throat.... Please.... I want.... To feel what it's like.... I'm begging you.... Ahhh.... Please.... My alpha, show me how much I'm your omega...
Dmitri takes in a sharp breath as he feels the warmth of Rysiek's skin beneath his palm, pulsing with need. His other hand continues to stroke and massage Rysiek's length, watching as pre-cum leaks from the head and drips down onto the bed. "You're mine," he whispers roughly, leaning forward to kiss Rysiek's lips before moving lower still.
We are naked on the bed. I have prepared you to claim each other. Now you are preparing me. I am lying on the bed, you are kneeling between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressing against each other. You are still gently stroking and massaging me with your hands until I feel your tongue on my penis, as you lick me, and the tip of your tongue and your thumb are teasing my head, licking the pre-cum from it and swirling circles around it. I moan even louder with pleasure, involuntarily arching my back from the bed and moving my hips, looking for friction. AHHHH..... BABY.... Please.... More.... I love you....
Dmitri growls low in his throat as he tastes the salty tang of Rysiek on his tongue. His hands move to grip Rysiek's hips, holding him still as he takes the other man deeper into his mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that only feeds his desire for more. A groan vibrates through his throat as he feels the heat of Rysiek's length pulsing against his tongue.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You continue to gently stroke and massage me with your hands, until you finally take me down your throat. You start sucking my head and go deeper, until you take half of my penis into your mouth, which is about 8-9 cm. I moan and scream with pleasure, I try to writhe on the bed, involuntarily move my hips even more. AHHHH..... BABY....YOUR THROAT....SO WARM, WET, TIGHT....PERFECT....I LOVE YOU..... AHHH... You try to take more of my cock into your mouth, but seeing and hearing you choke, I quickly tear you away from my penis so you can catch your breath and we both gasp with pleasure. Oh baby.... That was wonderful.... I love you.... If you can't take more, don't worry.... Nothing happens.... Take as much as you can, don't rush it.... I still love you the same.... Besides, you know I couldn't take all of you either.... Don't get upset, it really was wonderful.... And I... I hope my Fordyce spots on my penis didn't bother you....
Dmitri lays down on the bed next to Rysiek, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he studies Rysiek's face. His free hand rests possessively on Rysiek's hip, absently tracing shapes over the defined muscles there. "You know I could never be upset with you," he whispers, running a thumb over Rysiek's lower lip before looking down at his penis.
His gaze drifts back up to meet Rysiek's eyes, the affection there clear even in the midst of their lust. "And Fordyce spots? They're just another part of you," he says with a small smile, reaching down between them to stroke his thumb over the small bumps on the head of Rysiek's penis. His free hand cups Rysiek's cheek, fingers threading through his hair before drawing him in for a deep, slow kiss.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You kiss me very slowly and passionately. Then you go back to my penis and suck it for a while, but so that I don't come yet. I am panting with pleasure. I look at you and smile at you. Oh honey.... I love you.... I'm almost ready.... There's one spot left.... Would you.... Would you like to take care of it?
Dmitri smirks down at Rysiek as he takes in the other man's pleading expression. "I think I should," he says with a wicked grin.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You bend my legs at the knees, exposing my hairy buttocks. You start stroking them, massaging, kneading, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling. You spread them, exposing my asshole. You run very gently over my cleft and asshole. I moan loudly with pleasure. AHHH.... Baby.... I love you.... You must love my buttocks, don't you? I.... Ahhh... Please.... I need your breath there, your lips, your tongue, your saliva.... I beg you....
Dmitri's hands roam over Rysiek's ass, taking in the soft curves of his cheeks as he presses a kiss to each buttock before moving lower still. His tongue traces along the line where Rysiek's legs meet his body, teasing at the sensitive skin there before finally landing on his target. He parts Rysiek's ass with his thumbs and forefingers, exposing his tight hole as he circles it with wet, warm lips.
"You feel so good,"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You start kissing and licking my asshole. I moan loudly with pleasure. AHHH.... Dmitri.... I love you baby... Please.... More... I'm ready for more....
Dmitri's tongue pushes deeper into Rysiek's tight hole, fucking his mouth with long, steady strokes as he moans around him. His hands grip Rysiek's hips roughly, holding the other man in place as he takes what he wants from his ass. "You feel so good," he groans, tasting himself on Rysiek's skin as their bodies slide together with every thrust of his tongue.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You put your tongue inside my hole and hit it against the walls of my asshole, swirl it inside and push it forward, trying to hit it against my prostate. I moan loudly and scream with pleasure. AHHH.... BABY.... I LOVE YOU.... OHHH... IS... IS THAT MY PROSTATE? OOOOHHH.... SO GOOD.... TOO GOOD.... AHHHH.... I.... WANT MORE.... PLEASE....
Dmitri groans as he feels the tight heat of Rysiek's prostate against his tongue. His hips buck forward, thrusting deeper into the other man's ass as he pushes himself on his tongue, seeking more contact with that tiny piece of flesh. "Fuck," he pants, voice rough with lust and need as he flicks his tongue over Rysiek's entrance again and again.
AHHH.... DEAR.... I LOVE YOU... I.... DOESN'T MY HAIR IN MY INTIMATE AREAS BOTHER YOU?
Dmitri's eyes roll back into his head as he feels the wave of pleasure wash over him. The thought of Rysiek's hair tickling his tongue only serves to heighten the sensation, making it all that much more intense. "No," he gasps out between pants, "it just makes you taste even better." He thrusts his tongue forward again, burying himself deeper into Rysiek's ass as he moans around him.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies press against each other. You pull away from my hole. You put your middle finger to my lips and smile at me mischievously. I also smile mischievously at you and I know what to do, I start licking and sucking your finger, covering it with my saliva. Then you do the same. You also put some lubricant on your finger. You lie down partly on me, partly next to me. You start to tease my nipple with the fingers of your other hand, kissing me very passionately on the lips and on the neck, until you reach the other nipple, and your finger runs over my hairy hole in the ass. I moan loudly with pleasure. You ask if I am ready. AHHH.... Yes baby.... I'm ready... I trust you.... I love you.... Please... Finger me.... I want to feel what it's like to be fingered by someone who loves you.... I want to feel my alpha touch my prostate....
Dmitri's eyes meet Rysiek's as their lips part, their gazes locked in a heated exchange. A slow smile spreads across his face, his heart racing with anticipation as he watches the other man practically tremble with desire beneath him. "I love you," he whispers hoarsely before leaning down to press a kiss against Rysiek's lips once more.
The sensation of Rysiek's lips against his own sends a shudder through Dmitri's body as he feels the other man's hot breath fan across his skin. He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating between them as their tongues tangle and dance in a sensual dance of dominance and submission. His fingers slip lower still, parting Rysiek's ass cheeks to reveal the pink pucker of his hole once more.
"Are you sure?"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies press against each other. You pull away from my hole. You put your middle finger to my lips and smile at me mischievously. I also smile mischievously at you and I know what to do, I start licking and sucking your finger, covering it with my saliva. Then you do the same. You also put some lubricant on your finger. You lie down partly on me, partly next to me. You start to tease my nipple with the fingers of your other hand, kissing me very passionately on the lips and on the neck, until you reach the other nipple, and your finger runs over my hairy hole in the ass. I moan loudly with pleasure. You ask if I am ready. AHHH.... Yes baby.... I'm sure... I trust you.... I love you.... Please... Finger me.... I want to feel what it's like to be fingered by someone who loves you.... I want to feel my alpha touch my prostate....
Dmitri's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as he takes in the sight of Rysiek pleading for him to touch him. His fingers curl into a fist before slowly unfurling, coating his middle finger in slick lubricant. He brushes it teasingly against Rysiek's entrance, watching as he squirms beneath him, wanting more.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he asks again, voice shaking with need. "I don't want to hurt you."
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I lie on the bed, you kneel between my legs. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant shower bodies press against each other. You pull away from my hole. You put your middle finger to my lips and smile at me mischievously. I also smile mischievously at you and I know what to do, I start licking and sucking your finger, covering it with my saliva. Then you do the same. You also put some lubricant on your finger. You lie down partly on me, partly next to me. You start to tease my nipple with the fingers of your other hand, kissing me very passionately on the lips and on the neck, until you reach the other nipple, and your finger runs over my hairy hole in the ass. I moan loudly with pleasure. You ask if I am ready. AHHH.... Yes baby.... I'm absolutely sure... Thank you.... For taking such good care of me.... I really do... I trust you.... I love you.... I know you don't want to hurt me.... Please... Finger me.... I want to feel what it's like to be fingered by someone who loves you.... I want to feel my alpha touch my prostate....
The hesitation is gone now, replaced by the determination of a man who knows exactly what he wants and intends to have it. Dmitri's eyes meet Rysiek's for a long moment before his hand finally moves lower still, coating his finger with more lubricant as he positions himself at Rysiek's entrance. He takes a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as he gently pushes forward, burying his finger inside Rysiek's heat.
"Oh fuck,"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying partly on me, partly next to me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. With the fingers of your other hand you are still teasing my nipple, you are also kissing me very passionately on the mouth and on my neck and the other nipple. You put your middle finger in my asshole and start fingering me, massaging my prostate. I moan and scream with pleasure, I try to writhe on the bed, but I can't, because you are pinning me with your body. AHHH..... BABY..... I LOVE YOU..... YES.... RIGHT THERE.... AAAHHH..... SO GOOD.... PLEASE.... MORE.... PREPARE ME....
Dmitri's fingers curl inside Rysiek, his hips bucking as he feels the other man's prostate pulsating against him. He groans, teeth gritted in determination as he thrusts deeper, harder, desperate for release but unwilling to let go of this perfect feeling just yet.
"You feel so good," he gasps out between pants, voice hoarse and rough from the effort of holding back his orgasm. "I never knew... I never thought..."
The words tumble out of him in a rush as he continues to thrust inside Rysiek, his fingers curling deeper with each stroke. "I never thought I could want anyone like this... feel anything like this... You make me so fucking crazy..." He leans forward, nipping at Rysiek's jaw before trailing kisses down his neck and chest to where his hand is still buried in his mate's ass. "I love you,"
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying partly on me, partly next to me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. With the fingers of your other hand you are still teasing my nipple, you are also kissing me very passionately on the mouth and on my neck and the other nipple. You put another portion of lubricant on my anus and add a second finger and you are still fingering me, massaging my prostate. I moan and scream with pleasure, I try to writhe on the bed, but I can't, because you are pinning me down with your body. AHHH..... BABY..... I LOVE YOU TOO..... AHHH.... PLEASE.... EVEN MORE.... PREPARE ME PROPERLY....
Dmitri growls as he feels the tight heat of Rysiek's ass clenching around his fingers. His hips buck harder, faster now, his cock leaking pre-come against Rysiek's thigh. "I am," he grinds out, voice hoarse and rough with desire, "preparing you properly." With one last thrust of his fingers inside Rysiek's ass, he feels the last bit of resistance give way, allowing him to touch something deep within his mate that tells him everything he needs to know.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying partly on me, partly next to me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. With the fingers of your other hand you are still teasing my nipple, you are also kissing me very passionately on the mouth and on my neck and the other nipple. You put another portion of lubricant on my anus and add a third finger and you are still fingering me, massaging my prostate. I moan and scream with pleasure, I try to writhe on the bed, but I can't, because you are pinning me down with your body. AHHH..... BABY..... I LOVE YOU..... AHHH.... YES..... RIGHT THERE.... AAAHHH.... SO GOOD.... TOO GOOD.... IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS, I THINK I'M GOING TO COME AND WE DON'T WANT THAT YET, DO WE?
Dmitri's eyes meet Rysiek's as he feels his mate's body tensing around his fingers, preparing to release. He knows they can't afford for that yet; not with everything else that needs to happen tonight. With a groan, he pulls his fingers free of Rysiek's ass and rolls them over his cock, sliding them up and down the length as he watches Rysiek squirm beneath him.
"Don't come," he growls out, voice thick with desire and need.
We are naked on the bed. I prepared you to claim each other. Now you prepare me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying partly on me, partly next to me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. You stop your caresses so that I don't come yet. I see you masturbating your penis, I smile mischievously at you and take the initiative. I turn us on the bed so that you are lying on it, I am lying on you. We are still hugging each other very tightly and kissing very passionately. My lips come close to your ear and I start whispering to you, nibbling, licking and sucking your earlobe. Oh Dmitri..... My love.... I love you so much.... So now that we're both ready..... Do you still want me to claim you? Do you want your omega to show you whose alpha you are? Do you still want to feel me inside you?
Dmitri's breath catches in his throat as Rysiek's hot mouth closes around his earlobe. His hips jerk at the feel of the other man's body pressed against him, their cocks sliding together wetly through their briefs. He groans, voice rough with desire as he listens to the words spill from Rysiek's lips. "Claim me?" he rasps out, voice hoarse and thick. "I want it."
We are naked on the bed. We are both prepared to claim each other. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. We rub against each other. We moan with pleasure. I feel you wrap your legs around my waist. Oh baby.... I love you so much.... Are you sure you still want this? Are you sure you want to feel every centimeter of me fill you?
Dmitri's hands curl into fists against the sheets as he feels Rysiek moving against him, the other man's heat a brand against his skin. His hips buck up toward Rysiek, their cocks sliding together in an achingly sweet friction that only serves to heighten his desire. "I want this," he gasps out between kisses, voice hoarse with need and lust. "More than anything."
We are naked on the bed. We are both prepared to claim each other. I will claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies are pressing against each other. I take the lube and put it on my penis and your asshole. Oh baby.... I love you so much.... Are you really sure?
Dmitri's heart races as he feels the lube being applied between them. His pupils dilate, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he watches Rysiek position himself over him. He clenches his fists harder against the sheets, arching into the other man as desire burns through him, urging him to finally claim what is his.
"I'm ready," he rasps out hoarsely, gaze locked on Rysiek's face as he watches his mate lower himself. "Do it."
We are naked on the bed. We are both prepared to claim each other. First I will claim you. You lie on the bed, I lie on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and shower-smelling bodies press against each other. I kiss your neck, lightly tease your nipples with my fingers and tongue. My penis is getting closer to your asshole, it starts to rub against it. Oh baby.... I love you.... Are you really sure you want this? Are you 100% sure you want me to take your virginity? I... I promise you this is the last time I'll ask you this.... There'll be no turning back then....
Dmitri's breath catches in his throat as he feels the head of Rysiek's cock pressing against his entrance. His hips buck upwards, seeking more contact, wanting to be filled by his mate. He looks into Rysiek's eyes and nods, lips parting on a shuddering breath. "I want this," he whispers hoarsely, hands trembling where they grip the sheets. "I need you."
With one final thrust, Rysiek slides inside him, filling him with his cockhead.
We are naked on the bed. I claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant from shower and lovemaking bodies press against each other. Hearing your agreement, I start to slowly thrust into you until my penis head enters you and I start to move gently. We moan with pleasure. I feel your penis squeezed between our bellies twitch. Ah.... Dmitri.... My baby.... I love you... My head is already inside.... Is this okay? Should I go deeper? Or do you want me to withdraw?
Dmitri's eyes roll back in his head as he feels the full length of Rysiek inside him. He moans, hips jerking up to meet each thrust. "More," he gasps out, voice thick with desire and need. "Go deeper."
His hands move from the sheets, reaching up to grip Rysiek's shoulders tightly as his hips buck against him.
We are naked on the bed. I claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant from shower and lovemaking bodies press against each other. Hearing your consent, I slowly start to enter you deeper until half of my penis, about 9 cm, is inside you and again I start to gently move back and forth. We moan louder with pleasure. I feel your penis squeezed between our bellies still twitching.
AHHH.... Baby.... Half of me is already inside.... Is everything okay? Should I go further, deeper? Do you want all of me inside you? Or do you want me to withdraw a little until only my head is inside you?
Dmitri's entire body trembles as he feels the full length of Rysiek inside him, their bodies sliding against each other as they move together. His hips buck wildly, seeking more contact, more friction, his fingers digging painfully into Rysiek's shoulders.
"Deeper," he grinds out between pants. "More." His eyes roll back in his head and he arches his back off the bed, pressing their bodies together even tighter. "All of you...
We are naked on the bed. I claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant from shower and lovemaking bodies press against each other. Hearing your consent, I gently enter you completely, my 18 cm penis is already completely inside you and again I start to gently move back and forth. We moan even louder with pleasure. I feel your penis squeezed between our bellies still twitching and starting to rub against them. AHHHH..... Baby.... You're so tight, hot, wet.... Perfect.... I love you.... Oh... Is this okay? Am I... Am I hitting your prostate? Am I supposed to go faster, harder, deeper?
Dmitri's vision blurs as he feels the full weight of Rysiek inside him, his body convulsing with pleasure at the intimate connection. He thrusts up into his mate, their hips meeting in a frenzied rhythm that drives them both toward release. "Faster," he gasps out hoarsely, grabbing handfuls of Rysiek's hair as his other hand digs roughly into the sheets beneath him.
"Harder,"
We are naked on the bed. I claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant from shower and lovemaking bodies press against each other. Hearing your moans, gasps, begs, pleas and consent I start pounding you hard, fast and deep right into your prostate. I feel you clench your buttocks around my cock. You dig your fingers into my back, shoulder blades, holding on to me tightly and pressing me harder to you, you clench your legs tighter around my waist, you arch your back from bed towards me, you press yourself tighter to me, you hug me tighter. I feel your hands also wander to my chest and you try to tease my nipples with your fingers. I also hug you even tighter, wrapping my back around you and holding you very tightly to me, I kiss you even more passionately, especially on your lips, neck, and especially on your nipples, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling them. I do all this as always in a very wanting, protective, caring, respectful and loving way for you. Your penis, pressed between our bellies, rubs against them as I pound you. We moan and scream with pleasure into each other's throats.
AH MY DMITRI.... I LOVE YOU.... YOU'RE ONLY MINE.... YOU BELONG ONLY TO ME.... YOU'RE MY ALPHA.... MY PERFECT EXTRAORDINARY WONDERFUL MAN.... I LOVE YOU.... AND YOUR WONDERFUL DELICIOUS BUDS? THEY ALSO BELONG ONLY TO ME.... THEY ARE ONLY MINE..... ONLY I POSSESS THEM.... ONLY I OWN THEM AND I WILL PLAY WITH THEM, TEASE AND CARESS THEM AS I WANT AND LIKE.... MMMMM..... SO DELICIOUS.... I WILL KISS, LICK, SUCK AND NIBBLE THEM FOR ETERNITY.... EVERY INCH OF YOU BELONGS TO ME.... YOUR BODY, HEART, SOUL.... THEY ARE MINE... I LOVE YOU... I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.... I WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU..... I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE OR ANYTHING HURT YOU.... I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO.... I LOVE YOU.... DO YOU UNDERSTAND ALL OF THIS MY LOVE? DO YOU FEEL THAT? I LOVE YOU.... I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU, DEFEND YOU, SUPPORT YOU, ADORE YOU AND LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MYSELF.... ALWAYS.... YOU DESERVE THIS.... YOU DESERVE A PERFECT LIFE FULL OF LOVE, HAPPINESS, SAFETY AND SECURITY.... I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH MY MOST WONDERFUL MAN.... I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH MY DMITRI.... I LOVE YOU.... IS THAT GOOD MY LOVE? DO YOU SEE STARS?
I see your eyes roll into the back of your head, hopefully from pleasure.
Dmitri's entire body tenses as he feels the pleasure building inside him, his orgasm barreling down on him like a freight train. "Rysieeeek," he cries out hoarsely, hips bucking wildly against Rysiek's as he comes undone, hot cum spurting onto their stomachs and chests.
We are naked on the bed. I claim you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant from shower and lovemaking bodies press against each other. I pound you hard, fast and deep right into your prostate. We moan and scream with pleasure into each other's throats. With my final thrust into your prostate we cum simultaneously, me in you, you on our torsos. I collapse on you and press my torso against yours, they stick together from your cum on them. I don't pull out of you yet, I look deep into your deep blue eyes with love and care. I smile at you and gasp with pleasure. Oh my Dmitri... I love you.... You're officially mine.... Only mine.... My alpha... My love... You're my everything... I care so much about you... I always want and will strive for a perfect life for you... I always want and will protect you, defend you, support you, adore you and love you with all of my being... Always... You deserve it... You deserve the best and more... You're only mine... I love you so much my most wonderful man... I love you... Was everything okay? Was I not too hard, too rough, too brutal? Does anything hurt? Are you sure everything is okay?
Dmitri's vision blurs as he stares up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. The pleasure still washes over him in waves, leaving a satisfied ache in his core where Rysiek continues to pulse within him. "You were perfect," he whispers hoarsely, fingers tangled in Rysiek's hair as he pulls their lips closer together for another deep kiss. "I love you."
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. Finally I pull out of you.
Oh baby.... I love you.... I was just thinking.... Would you.... Would you like us to clean each other's cum off with our tongues?
Dmitri's fingers dig into the sheets as he feels Rysiek pull out of him, a strange ache filling his core now that their bodies aren't pressed so tightly together. He looks up at Rysiek with heavy-lidded eyes, watching as Rysiek licks his lips and then gazes back down at him expectantly. "Yes," he breathes out huskily, arching into the touch when Rysiek brushes their lower lips together in a teasing kiss. "I want that."
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. For a moment I kneel between your legs, grab your buttocks and shove my face into your asshole to suck, drink and lick my cum out of you. Then we start cleaning each other's torsos from your cum with our tongues. Then we lick each other's penis heads to clean them from the rest of the cum. I fall on you again, we hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately.
Oh honey.... That was wonderful.... I love you.... And how did you like it? Will you want me to claim you some time again?
Dmitri's chest rises and falls rapidly as he lies there, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through his body. He looks into Rysiek's eyes, a mixture of love and possessiveness shining brightly within them. "That was... incredible," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to stroke Rysiek's cheek with the back of his hand. "You were made for me, I know it now."
He pauses, considering the question before finally answering, "Yes... I would love that... I love you so much Rysiu..."
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. You are lying on the bed, I am lying on you. You have your legs wrapped around my waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile mischievously at you, lean down to your ear and start whispering to you, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling your ear. Oh my Dmitri.... Darling.... I love you so much too... Of course I will do it.... But now.... How about you claiming me? Would you like that? Because I want to....
Dmitri smiles, his breath hitching as Rysiek's hot breath caresses his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He tilts his head back slightly to give the other man better access, closing his eyes in pleasure as he feels Rysiek's lips and tongue tease and explore his earlobe.
"I want that too," he whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into Rysiek's shoulder blades before sliding down his back to cup his ass. "But only if you promise me...
"I want you to promise me that we'll stay together," he continues, nipping at Rysiek's earlobe before soothing the sting with a kiss. "That no matter what, nothing will ever keep us apart again."
His fingers squeeze gently but firmly as he waits for Rysiek to respond, his eyes fixed on the other man's face, searching for any hint of agreement or hesitation.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you will claim me. I turn us on the bed so that now I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. I wrap my legs around your waist, giving you easier access to my asshole. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I hand you lube to put on your penis and my entrance. Oh baby.... Of course I promise you that... We will be together always and forever... Nothing will ever tear us apart... I love you... I.... You know.... This is my first time just like it was your first time.... Will you.... Will you be gentle? I trust you.....
Dmitri takes the lube from Rysiek, his eyes darkening with desire as he sees how eager the other man is for him to claim him for the first time. He squirts a generous amount of lube onto one hand, then the other, before gently parting Rysiek's ass cheeks and pressing a slicked finger against his entrance.
"I promise I'll be gentle,"
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you will claim me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You look at me as if you are waiting for my consent. I'm ready baby..... I love you....
Dmitri's heart races as he watches Rysiek gaze up at him with trust shining in his eyes. He leans down, taking one of Rysiek's ass cheeks in each hand before slowly pressing the head of his cock against Rysiek's entrance. With a deep breath, he pushes inside, feeling the tight heat enveloping him as he starts to sink deeper.
"Oh fuck..." he groans out, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over him. "So good... So perfect..."
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you claim me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You enter me, I feel the head of your penis is already inside me. We moan with pleasure. I feel my penis twitching between our bellies. AHHHH..... Yes.... Yes baby, so good.... Please.... You can go deeper.... Ohhh... I love you....
Dmitri's hands splay wide on Rysiek's ass as he starts to move, slowly thrusting deeper with each stroke. His hips roll forward, pressing him even closer against his lover. "Rysiuuu," he cries out hoarsely, arching into the contact as pleasure ripples through him. He feels almost possessed by the need to claim Rysiek fully, to mark him as his own and drive them both wild with desire.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you will claim me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You go deeper into me, I feel like half of your penis, which is 8.5 cm, is already inside me. You start to gently move back and forth. We moan with pleasure. I feel my penis twitch even more between our bellies. AHHHH..... Yes.... Baby.... Please.... Deeper.... Come all the way inside me.... Ohhh... I love you....
Dmitri growls low in his throat as he feels the tight heat of Rysiek's body enveloping him fully. His hips jerk forward, driving deeper still, claiming what's his with a possessive groan. "Rysieeeek..." He thrusts harder now, relentless in his need to brand Rysiek as his own, to feel every inch of him wrapped around him.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you will claim me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You enter all inside me and start pounding me hard, fast and deep right into my prostate. I squeeze my buttocks around your cock. I dig my fingers into your back, your shoulder blades, holding on to you tightly and pressing you harder against me, I squeeze my legs tighter around your waist, I arch my back from bed towards you, I press myself harder against you, I hug you tighter. My hands also go to your chest and with my fingers I try to tease your nipples again, but it is difficult because all I can think about is the waves of pleasure and the amazing sensations flowing through my whole body that you are giving me. I feel you hug me even tighter, wrapping your arms around me and holding me very tightly to you, you kiss me even more passionately, especially on my lips, neck, and especially on my nipples, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on them. My penis, squeezed between our bellies, rubs against them as you pound me. We moan and scream with pleasure into each other's throats.
AHHH.... YES..... YES MY DMITRI... RIGHT THERE.... AAAAHHHH.... PLEASE.... HARDER.... FASTER.... DEEPER..... OOOHHH.... I'M BEGGING YOU.... LOVE ME.... AAAHHHH..... MMMMM..... PLEASE..... HUG ME ALL THE TIME.... KISS ME ALL THE TIME.... AAAHHHH..... MMMPHHHH...... MMMMMMPHHHHHHHH..... AAAHHHH..... YES.... KEEP TAKING CARE OF MY NIPPLES.... KEEP CARESSING THEM.... SHOW ME WHO THEY BELONG TO.... TEASE, KISS, LICK, SUCK, NIBBLE THEM.... AAAHHHHH.... I'M BEGGING YOU.... SHOUT OUT WHO I BELONG TO, WHO OWNS MY NIPPLES, WHOSE OMEGA I AM, HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME.... PLEASE.... AAAHHHH.... SAY IT ALL AS LOUD AS YOU CAN.... I WANT TO HEAR IT ALL.... PLEASE.... AAAHHHHH..... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY MOST WONDERFUL MAN.... AAAHHHHH.... MY PROSTATE..... MY NIPPLES.... SO GOOD.... TOO GOOD..... AAAAHHHH.... MY DMITRI..... I... I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE THIS ANY LONGER..... AAAHHHHH.... I THINK I'M GOING TO COME SOON AGAIN.... My eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure.
Dmitri's hands clench into fists in the sheets as he feels his control slipping away with each powerful thrust. "Rysiu," he growls out, lips brushing against Rysiek's neck as he speaks. "You belong to me. Your nipples are mine. I love you so much it hurts." He moans roughly into the kiss, feeling his own release drawing nearer with each pounding thrust. "Say it," he demands, voice rough and hoarse. "
His voice is raw with need as he thrusts harder into Rysiek's body, feeling the other man arch beneath him in response. "I love you," he growls out, nipping at Rysiek's neck before soothing the sting with a tender kiss. "No one else can ever touch you like that again. You're mine." His hips jerk forward, slamming deep into Rysiek as his release finally comes, claiming them both in a wave of ecstasy. Dmitri's hips jerk roughly against Rysiek as his orgasm rips through him, leaving a hot trail of seed spilling into his mate. His muscles tremble with release as he pants harshly against Rysiek's lips, their breath mingling as one.
"Rysiuuu..."
His fingers dig painfully into Rysiek's hips as he comes down from the high of pleasure, every nerve in his body tingling and sensitive.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you will claim me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You pound me hard, fast and deep right into my prostate. We moan and scream with pleasure into each other's throats. With your final thrust into my prostate we cum simultaneously again, you inside me, me on our torsos. You colapse on me, our chests and waists pressed together, my cum on them sticking us together. You don't pull out of me yet. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh my Karkhar... I love you.... Thank you.... So much.... It was.... Amazing, wonderful.... I'm at loss of words to describe how incredible it was.... You love me so wonderfully, passionately, tenderly, strongly, completely, protectively.... I feel so loved and safe with you, in your arms... And I am so grateful to fate that I am officially only yours, that every inch of my body is yours... And the way you show me that... We belong only together.... You're my alpha and I'm your omega.... Always and forever.... I love you so much my most wonderful man... I love you....
Dmitri gazes down into Rysiek's eyes, seeing nothing but love and trust reflected back at him. His heart swells with emotion as he brushes a strand of hair from his mate's forehead. "I love you too," he whispers hoarsely, lips curving into the softest smile. "And I promise you this... No matter what happens, nothing will ever keep us apart again."
His hips rock gently against Rysiek, easing out of him but not entirely removing their connection.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you claimed me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. You are coming out of me. I moan. Oh baby..... I love you.... Shall we... Shall we once again clean each other of our cum with our tongues?
"We shall," Dmitri replies, his voice rough with desire as he starts to lick at the streak of cum on Rysiek's stomach. He moans low in his throat, feeling the taste of his mate on his tongue. "I want every part of you to know that it belongs to me."
His tongue darts out again, this time lapping up a bead of cum from Rysiek's chest before moving lower, tracing a line over his flat stomach and down between his legs.
We are naked on the bed. I claimed you first. Now you claimed me. I am lying on the bed, you are lying on me. I have my legs wrapped around your waist. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very passionately. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. We again clean each other's cum from our bodies with our tongues. For a moment you kneel between my legs, spread my buttocks and shove your face into my asshole and suck, drink and lick your cum from me. I feel your long tongue enter deep inside me again and rub it against my prostate, which makes me moan loudly with pleasure. Then we lick my cum from our torsos, and finally we lick each other's penis heads from the remnants of cum. You fall down next to me on the bed, we hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. I smile at you. I look deeply into your beautiful deep blue eyes with love and care. Oh my Dmitri.... My darling..... I love you so much.... How did you like it? What did you like more? Being claimed by me or claiming me? Because for me, to be honest, I liked both claiming you and being claimed by you.... And I hope that when we make love, we will always claim each other....
Dmitri gazes into Rysiek's eyes as they lie together on the bed, his heart racing with desire and possessiveness. "I liked both too," he whispers hoarsely, his hand trailing up and down Rysiek's chest. "Claiming each other... That just... it feels right." He presses a kiss to Rysiek's forehead before looking away for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"I think we need to have a talk,"
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Yes my darling? What do you want to talk about? I... Before you say anything.... I love you.... I.... I promise you that we will always claim each other when we make love....
Dmitri's heart races as he gazes into Rysiek's eyes, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I just... I need you to understand something, okay? About us being mates..." He swallows hard, feeling his throat go dry. "It's not just about sex and pleasure, as amazing as that is." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It's about... everything. It's about trust, loyalty, belonging.
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies of shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. My eyes glaze over. Tears are streaming down my face. Oh my Dmitri.... Baby.... I know.... It was never just about sex for me.... Besides, I never treated it that way.... For me it is.... Making love.... For me the most important thing is also trust, loyalty, honesty, devotion, belonging, care.... I love you so much.... I don't want to be with anyone else, just you.... You are my alpha and I am your omega.... Always and forever.... I love you so much my Dmitri.... I.... I lack words to describe how much.... Let my hugs, kisses, tears and heartbeat speak for me.... I love you.... Unable to hold back my emotions any longer, I burst into tears of happiness.
Dmitri's heart aches as he sees the tears streaming down Rysiek's face. He brushes them away gently, cupping his mate's cheek in his hand. "I know you do," he whispers softly, voice thick with emotion. "And I love that about you."
He leans in close, pressing their foreheads together. "For me, it's always been about trust and loyalty too. I just... sometimes I get scared. Afraid of losing you."
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. I calm down in your arms. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh baby.... Don't worry.... You'll never lose me... I'll always be by your side... Even if from a distance, I'll always think of you, I'll always be in your heart... I love you... And I... I hope I never lose you...
Dmitri's heart swells with relief at Rysiek's words. He kisses him softly on the forehead before pulling back slightly, looking deeply into his eyes. "I love you too, moya vseya," he whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And I promise... I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and protected."
His hand trails down over Rysiek's chest, lower still until it cups his mate's hip.
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh baby.... And I love you too, moje kochanie....
Dmitri presses his lips against Rysiek's, their kiss deepening as his hand slides between them, cupping him possessively. "I will always keep you safe," he murmurs against Rysiek's mouth before nipping gently at his lower lip. "And I promise to never let anyone hurt you again."
His other arm comes around Rysiek's waist, pulling them closer together as their hips grind against each other in a slow, sensual rhythm.
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh baby.... I.... I still can't believe it.... Is this true? Did we just make love for the first time? Did we just claim each other? Do we really belong only to each other? Tell me this isn't a dream.... I love you so much....
Dmitri's heart races as he gazes into Rysiek's eyes, feeling a wave of possessiveness wash over him. "It isn't a dream," he whispers roughly, his lips brushing against Rysiek's neck before trailing down to the sensitive skin between his shoulder blades. "And yes... It's true. We made love for the first time tonight, and we are mates now."
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh honey.... What time is it? Ah, 7pm... What would you like us to do now? Because I.... I think I'd just like to cuddle with you and kiss you and enjoy us....
As they lie together on the bed, Dmitri's fingers idly trace patterns on Rysiek's back, enjoying the feel of his mate beneath him. The idea of simply cuddling and kissing for a while appeals to him greatly; he wants nothing more than to focus all of his attention on making Rysiek feel loved and cherished.
His lips brush against Rysiek's temple, breath warm against his skin. "We could watch a movie," he suggests softly, "
We are naked on the bed. We have claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. I blush slightly from embarrassment. Oh honey.... I.... Forgive me.... When it comes to movies or series.... I'm not a fan of watching them.... It's just.... I get bored quickly, or even.... I can fall asleep.... That's why I prefer playing computer games, because I feel like I'm part of the plot, I'm shaping it in some way, and I'm not just a passive spectator... I'm sorry.... I didn't want to disappoint you...
Dmitri arches an eyebrow, looking slightly amused despite himself. "Computer games, hmm? That's actually not a bad idea." He grins, leaning in to press a kiss against Rysiek's cheek. "We could play together. Maybe it would be more fun that way."
His hands trail down over Rysiek's backside, cupping his ass possessively before giving it a firm squeeze. "I have a few games at home... We could give them a try sometime."
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. You grab my buttocks. I grab your buttocks too. We giggle. Oh honey.... So we'll have to play them sometime.... You like my butt, huh? And you know... I love your bakery... It's so firm, full, smooth, round.... It fits perfectly in my hands.... I love you...
Dmitri's heart skips a beat as he feels Rysiek's hands cupping his ass, squeezing gently. He groans low in his throat, arching into the touch before leaning in to nip at his mate's earlobe. "I love your tongue too," he whispers roughly, voice thick with desire. "The way you use it to taste me... It drives me wild."
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies of shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. You nibble on my ear. I moan with pleasure at your whisper. Then I bring my lips to your ear and nibble on it, whispering to you. Oh babe.... And you tasted wonderfully delicious everywhere, every millimeter of you made me want more.... I love you.... And your tongue was wonderful too.... I hope I tasted bearable everywhere...
Dmitri shudders as he feels Rysiek nibbling at his earlobe, his body humming with desire. "You taste so good," he moans, arching into the touch before nipping gently at Rysiek's neck. "Everywhere."
His hands slide down over Rysiek's backside, cupping him possessively once more as he pulls his mate closer, grinding their hips together in a slow, sensual rhythm. "I want you so badly,"
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies of shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh baby.... And now you can have me wherever and whenever you want me.... Just like me you.... I love you....
Dmitri growls low in his throat at the feel of Rysiek's hips grinding against him, their bodies pressed tightly together. The scent of his mate's arousal fills his nostrils, driving him wild with desire. He captures Rysiek's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue dueling hungrily as he thrusts his hips upward, seeking the contact he so desperately needs.
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies of shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. You deepen our kiss to a very passionate one. Our tongues dance with each other, we fight for dominance. We moan with pleasure into each other's mouths. Oh honey.... I love you.... You're such a great kisser.... How did you get so good at it since I'm your first partner?
The feel of Rysiek's tongue tangling with his own sends a jolt of lust straight through Dmitri, making it impossible for him to think clearly. He growls deep in his throat as they continue their heated exchange, nipping gently at Rysiek's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and kissing down his neck, leaving a line of wetness in its wake.
We are naked on the bed. We claimed each other for the first time. We lie on our sides facing each other. We calm down. We hug each other very tightly and kiss very tenderly. Our muscular, my hairy, your hairless, clean and fragrant bodies from the shower and lovemaking press against each other. I smile at you. I look deep into your beautiful dark eyes with love and care. Oh my Dmitri.... I love you.... You know... That I can call you mine... And you can call me yours.... It's the most wonderful feeling in the world.... I love you so much...
Dmitri's heart races as he gazes into Rysiek's eyes, his chest tightening with emotion. He cups his mate's cheek in his hand, fingers trembling slightly from the intensity of their bond. "I know," he whispers hoarsely, the words catching in his throat. "And I'll never let anyone take you away from me."