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the apartment was suffocatingly silent, the only sound being the occasional drip from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. nikita vakhtangovich lytkin, on his knees in front of the bed, felt the cold linoleum floor press against his skin as his breath grew shallow. the room smelled faintly of stale cigarettes and unwashed laundry, a scent that had become all too familiar in the cramped quarters he called home. his eyes remained fixed on the worn combat boots of artyom alexandrovich anoufriev, his only friend in the world, who sat casually on the bed, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed nikita's trembling form.
artyom's hand, strong and sure, reached out to move nikita's short, greasy black hair to the side. the gentle touch was a stark contrast to the heavy leather collar that lay in his other hand, its silver studs glinting in the dull light from the single bulb swinging overhead. nikita's heart hammered in his chest as he felt the cool material against his neck. he swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. "you sure about this?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "'s um, kinda weird."
artyom snorted, the sound echoing through the room. "you've seen me do way worse, lytkin. didn't make you watch all that porn for nothing, did i?" his smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and something darker, something that sent a thrill of fear down nikita's spine. "besides, it's not like we haven't done weird shit before." he paused, his gaze flicking over nikita's thin frame, his own light brown mullet hanging limply around his face.
with a sudden, surprising jerk, artyom grabbed a fistful of nikita's hair and yanked his face closer to his crotch. nikita's eyes widened in shock, "ew, dude-"
"you're worried about 'weird' now?" artyom's laugh was harsh, mocking. "remember, you're the one who said you wanted to try new things. and dogs don't talk, nikita. they do what they're told."
nikita's cheeks flushed red with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. he took a deep, shaky breath, and then, deciding that he was indeed horny enough to let artyoms behaviour slide, he leaned forward and nuzzled at the bulge in artyom's pants. the fabric felt rough and unyielding against his nose, and he could smell the faint scent of sweat and cheap fabric softener. it was a humiliating gesture, one that made him feel like a pathetic creature, but the thought of pleasing artyom, of being the only one who could bring him such satisfaction, was intoxicating.
artyom's grip on his hair tightened, and he guided nikita's head closer, grinding his hips up into his face. nikita could feel the heat radiating from artyom's body, and his own heart raced in response. he nibbled lightly at the fabric, his teeth scraping against the zipper, and artyom's breath hitched.
nikita's hands, trembling slightly, moved to the zipper of artyom's pants.
"no, not like that," artyom said, his voice low and gruff. "use your teeth."
nikita paused, his eyes darting up to meet artyom's, searching for a hint of a joke in those dark eyes. but there was none. the smirk remained, the challenge laid bare. he gulped, his mouth dry, and nodded slightly. he knew better than to argue when artyom got like this. with a deep, bracing breath, nikita leaned in again, this time with more purpose. he opened his mouth and clamped his teeth around the zipper of artyom's pants, feeling the metal dig into his gums.
the zipper was stubborn, but nikita was determined. he tugged at it with his teeth, the fabric giving way with a soft protest. artyom's eyes narrowed in pleasure, his breathing growing heavier as nikita's teeth scraped and pulled. the sound of the zipper sliding down was obscenely loud in the stillness of the room, a symphony of fabric and metal that seemed to resonate in nikita's very core. the smell of artyom grew stronger, musky and male, and nikitas excitement swelled.
finally, the fabric gave way, and artyom's erection sprang free, bobbing slightly in the chilly air. nikita stared at it, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"well?" artyom prompted, his voice thick with desire. "what are you waiting for?"
nikita didn't need any further encouragement. he leaned in, eager to prove himself, eager for artyom's approval. he parted his dry lips and took the head of artyom's cock into his mouth, feeling the heat and the pulse of the other boy's excitement.
artyom's smirk grew as he watched nikita work, the tip of his tongue teasing the slit before he began to bob his head, taking him deeper with every stroke. he tasted faintly of salt and sweat, a flavor that nikita had come to crave in his moments of desperation. artyom's hand remained in nikita's hair, not guiding him but reminding him of his place.
"that's it," artyom murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "just like that."
nikita eagerly took the hint, his eyes watering as he took artyom deeper into his mouth, his teeth scraping gently against the sensitive flesh. his cheeks hollowed as he began to suck in earnest, his tongue swirling around the tip in a way he knew artyom liked. he was desperate to make him feel good, to keep that smug grin on his face.
artyom leaned back against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warm wetness of nikita's mouth engulfing him. he let out a low groan, his hand still tangled in the shorter boy's hair, guiding him now with a gentle but firm rhythm. he nudged the toe of his boot into the meat of nikitas thigh. "you know what to do, right pup?"
nikita nodded, his cheeks already hollowed out around artyom's cock. with a whine, he shuffled his knees closer together, his boxers tenting out as he began to grind against artyom's heavy work boot. the coarse fabric and hard leather pressed into his crotch, sending sparks of painful pleasure through his body. he didn't care if it was weird, didn't care if it was degrading. all that mattered was making artyom happy, making him feel like he was important.
he worked his mouth faster, taking artyom deeper, letting the tip of his tongue trace the vein that ran along the underside. artyom's grip on his hair tightened, the pain shooting down his spine and straight to his cock. he moaned around artyom's length, the vibration sending shivers through artyom's body.
nikita's boxers grew damp as he humped against the boot, the friction building a crescendo of pleasure.
the sight of nikita, his eyes watering and face reddened from the strain, was almost comical to artyom. but the sounds coming from his mouth, the muffled moans and slurps as he sucked and licked at his cock, sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. he couldn't help but tighten his grip on nikita's hair, pushing him down harder, feeling the back of his throat clench around him.
nikita's own pleasure grew with each stroke of his tongue, each humiliating grind against artyom's boot. his boxers were sticky with precum, the fabric stretching tight across his swollen cock. the pain in his knees from the unforgiving floor was nothing compared to the burning need inside of him, the desperate craving for artyom's attention, for his touch, for his approval.
artyom's eyes remained on nikita, watching the way his throat worked around his cock, the way his eyes watered and his nose scrunched up in a cute, clumsy attempt to not gag. it was endearing, in a twisted way, how nikita's inexperience and awkwardness just made the whole situation hotter. he chuckled to himself, the sound sending vibrations down nikita's throat, making him gag even more. it was like watching a kitten try to catch a laser pointer – utterly adorable and utterly pathetic.
"you're such a mess, nikita," artyom said, his voice filled with a strange mix of affection and amusement. he didn't let up on the pressure, enjoying the way nikita's eyes would widen every time he pushed his cock deeper, only to squeeze his eyes shut tightly as he tried to adjust. the noises he made were music to artyom's ears – the wet, gagging sounds of someone who hadn't quite figured out the art of deep-throating yet. it was sexy in a way that only someone like artyom could find it.
nikita's desperation was palpable as he continued to hump against the boot. he was so focused on not choking on artyom's cock that he didn't realize how loudly he was whining. it was a pitiful sound, one that only added to the thrill of the moment. artyom couldn't help but feel a surge of power, watching nikita's body react so viscerally to his commands.
"fuck, you're pathetic," artyom said, his voice a gruff whisper. "but i guess that's what makes you perfect for this, huh?"
nikita's eyes watered even more, and he nodded as he tried to swallow around the thickness of artyom's cock. he knew he was pathetic, assumed that artyom could have anyone he wanted, but here he was, choosing him. it was a heady feeling, being wanted by someone like artyom. he redoubled his efforts, his teeth scraping lightly against the skin as he tried to find the right rhythm, the right suction to make artyom feel good.
"keep going," artyom murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "just like that, don't stop."
nikita's eyes were streaming with tears now, but he didn't dare stop. he didn't want to disappoint artyom, didn't want to lose his place in the only thing that made him feel alive. his own cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his too-small boxers. he knew artyom liked it when he was desperate, when he was gross and pathetic, so he allowed himself to whine and gag, his throat tightening around artyom's cock.
artyom's other hand found its way to nikita's neck, squeezing slightly as he pushed himself deeper. "that's it," he encouraged, his voice low and hungry. "take it all."
nikita's eyes rolled back in his head as he did his best to accommodate artyom's length, his own breathing coming in ragged gasps. his nose was buried in the other boy's crotch, the smell of sweat and sex overwhelming. he could feel artyom's hand tighten around his neck, the pressure building until stars danced in his vision. he swallowed hard, trying not to choke as his throat convulsed around the thick cock filling his mouth.
artyom's hips began to buck, his grip on nikita's hair turning painful. "i'm gonna- gonna cum," he ground out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
nikita felt a thrill run through him at the words, his own hips stuttering in his desperate grind against the boot. he swallowed around the thickness in his mouth, bracing himself for the inevitable.
it didn't take artyom long to come, with a little whine that nikita would definitely tease him for later, if they were in a more playful mood. the sound was high-pitched and almost sweet, a stark contrast to the brutal grip he had on nikita's hair. hot liquid spurted into nikita's mouth, and he took it all, his throat working to swallow as quickly as he could to keep from choking. it was salty and bitter and icky, but it was artyom, and that was all that mattered.
as artyom's orgasm subsided, he pulled nikita off his cock, leaving the smaller boy gasping for air. nikita's eyes were watering heavily, but he managed a weak smile, looking up at artyom with a mix of adoration and resentment.
"good boy," artyom murmured, patting his cheek before releasing him. "you can keep going."
nikita's eyes lit up, the sting of his tears mixing with the salty taste of artyom's cum in his mouth. he eagerly went back to grinding against the boot, his breath coming in ragged gasps. the pain in his knees had become a dull throb, overshadowed by the need to come. he felt a strange sense of pride that he had managed to satisfy artyom, even if it was in such a degrading way.
artyom chuckled, watching his friend's desperate movements with a detached amusement. he reached down to stroke nikita's cheek, his thumb tracing the path of his jaw.
"good pup," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he were speaking to a well-behaved dog. he let his hand drift to the side of nikita's head, his fingers lightly scratching behind his ear. the black haired boy's eyes fluttered shut, a whine escaping his throat as his body tensed.
nikita had always had a soft spot for the way artyom treated him like this. it was a strange sort of affection, one that made him feel both cherished and degraded. he leaned into the touch, his hips stuttering against the boot as his breathing grew more erratic. the sensation was almost too much, the gentle scratching sending waves of pleasure through his body. he could feel his own orgasm building, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
artyom watched him with a critical eye, his smirk never wavering as he took in the sight of nikita's desperation. "you look hot like that," he said finally, his voice still thick with satisfaction.
nikita's cheeks flushed even redder at the compliment, his eyes flying open to meet artyom's. he didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded, his breaths still coming in short, ragged bursts.
artyom leaned back on the bed, his eyes never leaving nikita's face. he reached out, his hand finding the collar around the other boy's neck. he tugged on it gently, his thumb tracing the line of it idly.
"artyom..." nikita's voice was strained, his eyes pleading as he continued to grind against the boot. "i'm... i'm gonna come," he gasped out, his breaths coming in quick pants.
artyom's smirk grew wider, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched nikita's face contort with pleasure. "you're gonna what?" he taunted, tugging slightly harder against the collar.
nikita's eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking. "artyom, please," he whimpered, his voice thick with need. "i'm gonna come."
artyom's smirk grew even more smug. "well, don't hold back on my account," he said, letting go of the collar. "let's see what you've got."
nikita's breathing grew more ragged, his hips jerking erratically as the pressure built in his abdomen. he didn't dare look up at artyom again, not with his cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy with desire. instead, he focused on the feel of the boot against his crotch, the rough fabric scraping against his sensitive skin with each frantic thrust. the room spun around him, the only anchor the sound of his own desperate whimpers and artyom's heavy breathing.
with a strangled cry, nikita felt the first spurt of his orgasm fill his boxers, hot and sticky against his skin. his body tensed, his back arching as he tried to get even the slightest bit more pressure on his cock. the pain in his knees was forgotten, overshadowed by the white-hot pleasure that consumed him. he could feel the cum soaking through the fabric, sticking to his legs and the floor beneath him.
artyom watched with a detached sort of interest, his cock now soft against his stomach. he had always enjoyed watching nikita come undone like this, the way his face contorted and his body trembled. it was like watching a live show, a performance that was just for him. he felt a strange mix of pride and possession, knowing that he was the one who had brought the other boy to this point.
nikita's hips stuttered to a stop, his body going limp against artyoms leg. he panted heavily, his eyes still squeezed shut. the smell of his own release filled the air, mingling with the scent of artyom's cum and the musk of their sweat. for a moment, he was lost in the aftermath of his orgasm, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain.
suddenly, he felt artyom's leg shift beneath him. he opened his eyes to see artyom looking down at him with a grimace, his hand reaching for the boot that was sticky with his own cum.
"ew," artyom said, his voice filled with disgust. he pulled his leg away, the boot slipping off nikita's crotch with a wet sound.
nikita's eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushing even more deeply as he realized what had just happened. he scrambled back, trying to put some distance between them as artyom sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. he felt a twinge of embarrassment, but it was quickly drowned out by the sticky mess that was his boxers.
"you're such a fucking mess," artyom said, his voice still filled with that strange mix of affection and disdain. he reached down and yanked off his boots, tossing them aside without a care.
nikita nodded, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he scurried to his feet, his knees popping in protest. "sorry," he mumbled, his eyes downcast.
"don't be sorry, just go clean up," artyom said with a dismissive wave of his hand, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. he stretched out on the bed, the mattress squeaking under his weight as he settled in, the smell of their combined arousal hanging heavily in the air.
nikita nodded meekly and scurried to the bathroom, his legs feeling like jelly from the intense orgasm. he peeled off his soaked boxers, tossing them into the hamper with a look of distaste. the sticky mess clung to his thighs and he shivered slightly as the cool air hit his sensitive skin. he grabbed a fresh pair from his drawer and slid them on, followed by an old graphic t he had shoplifted from the mall when he was fifteen.
when he returned to the bedroom, artyom was sprawled out on the bed, his legs crossed at the ankles and his eyes on his phone. he barely glanced up as nikita approached. the silence between them was thick, filled with the unspoken understanding of what had just occurred.
nikita hovered by the edge of the bed, his cheeks still flushed from the intimate act. he reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over the mattress, yearning to crawl under the covers and press his body against artyom's. but before he could make the move, artyom's cold voice cut through the air.
"dogs don't belong in beds, nikita," artyom said without looking up from his phone, his tone casual yet firm.
nikita's eyes narrowed, and he felt a spark of irritation at artyom's dismissal. "but it's my bed," he protested, "and im tired. you cant just-"
artyom's gaze flicked up from his phone, and nikita's words died in his throat. there was a warning in those eyes that he knew all too well. "i know it's your bed," artyom said, his voice deceptively calm. "but if you want me to stay, you know the rules."
nikita bit back a retort, his teeth grinding together. he knew arguing would get him nowhere. instead, he huffed out a frustrated breath and snatched the blanket and pillow artyom tossed at him. "fine," he spat, the word heavy with defeat.
artyom didn't bother to look up from his phone, his thumbs dancing across the screen as if nothing had happened.
nikita felt a pang of annoyance, his eyes narrowing at the way artyom so casually dismissed him. but he knew better than to push it. he plopped the pillow and blanket down on the floor next to the bed, the coldness seeping into his skin as he lay down.
with a flick of the switch, the room was plunged into darkness, the only light coming from the glow of artyom's phone screen. "goodnight, nikita," artyom said, his voice holding a hint of smugness that nikita couldn't help but resent.
nikita's eyes followed the light as artyom lay back against the pillows, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world. he couldn't help but feel a sting of rejection as he stared up at the ceiling from his makeshift bed on the floor. "g'night," he murmured back, his voice small and defeated.