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It was important, Hunter had explained, to be able to escape handcuffs even when distracted.
They’d covered techniques for escaping different types of restraints in the past weeks, moving from ropes to cable ties to handcuffs, and after mastering them, Hunter had decided he was ready for the next set of lessons.
It had started simple enough. Hunter would handcuff him with his hands behind his back, and Yassen would need to pick the lock to open them without making it too obvious he was doing so. When he managed, Hunter started talking to him, drawing his attention with a sharp Cossack whenever Yassen’s focus drifted back to the small wire he had pulled from the waistband of his trousers.
Every time Yassen managed, Hunter would up the difficulty, demanding more of Yassen’s attention or distracting him further. That morning he had quizzed Yassen relentlessly, demanding he recount all the steps of cleaning a gun and making him count in French and Italian, alternating between the languages.
Yassen got to fifty-six before he was able to pull his hands free and show Hunter the handcuffs.
“Good,” Hunter said, approval in his voice and a glint in his eyes. “Again. Let’s try to get it down to under half a minute.”
By the time Yassen managed, his head felt dizzy with the effort of splitting his attention, and he was grateful when Hunter handed him a bottle of water, and announced they were going out for lunch.
Yassen always enjoyed going out with Hunter, and the stroll along the coastline was a pleasant reprieve from the intense lessons. He didn’t even mind as Hunter used the opportunity for another lesson on situational awareness, quizzing Yassen on what cars had passed them on the street.
Hunter just nodded when Yassen finished describing the different cars, but he looked pleased, and it made pride bloom in Yassen’s chest knowing he’d done well.
His good mood stayed with him, so that when they got back to the hotel, and Hunter again brought out the handcuffs and gestured for Yassen to get on the bed, Yassen obeyed with only a little reluctance.
This time, as Hunter made him count, he touched Yassen’s cheek. Yassen went very still. There was a deliberate purpose to Hunter’s touch, a glint in his eyes that gave Yassen pause.
“Keep counting,” Hunter prompted.
Yassen obeyed, keeping his eyes on Hunter as the man’s hand stroked his cheek, then moved down to his neck, tracing the scar he had left there only two months before.
It was hard to focus with Hunter’s fingers on his skin, leaving a trail of fire where he had touched Yassen.
Somehow, Yassen counted, even when his breath hitched as Hunter’s hands touched his chest, stroking him through his shirt. He twitched when a light touch on his side tickled him, fumbling with the wire as it slipped through his fingers and fell to the mattress. He searched for it again by touch, tracing the soft sheets of the hotel bed and trying to ignore the warmth of Hunter’s palm on his thigh.
His fingers found the wire the same moment that Hunter’s hand shifted to touch his crotch, and Yassen tensed again. To his embarrassment, he found himself half hard already.
“Focus,” Hunter said, drawing Yassen’s gaze. Hunter's eyes were darker than usual. “You will need to be able to do this even when in pain—” He pinched Yassen’s thigh, making him gasp. “—or when distracted by pleasure.”
With those words, he stroked the bulge in Yassen’s trousers and pressed down with the heel of his palm.
Yassen swallowed. His cock was rapidly stirring, encouraged by Hunter’s attention. But Hunter didn’t linger long enough for Yassen to get fully hard.
Deft fingers reached up and found the buttons of his shirt, pulling them free one by one, exposing more and more of his chest. By the time Hunter unbuckled his belt, Yassen had forgotten all about counting.
He was wide-eyed, his complete attention on Hunter.
Hunter had touched him during training before. Almost every day, they would spar, allowing Yassen to practise his close combat skills. But Hunter had never touched him like this, and Yassen wasn’t sure how to respond.
More than that, he didn’t know how to handle the fact that his body definitely liked the way Hunter was touching him, and longed to touch the man in turn.
With a hand on Yassen’s chest, Hunter pushed him down to lie on the mattress, his handcuffed hands digging uncomfortably into his back. He pulled Yassen’s trousers and underwear down to his knees.
Yassen flushed. He felt hot all over, the cool air touching his bare skin making him very conscious of how exposed he was like this, unable to hide his arousal. His cock was hard, pointing up at the ceiling.
Hunter climbed on the bed next to him, leaning over him to watch Yassen’s face. His hand found Yassen’s cock again, making Yassen gasp. With no clothes or barriers, the feeling of Hunter’s warm hand touching him was almost overwhelming. Hunter held Yassen’s cock with a firm grip, giving it a few experimental strokes, then pulled away.
“Remember,” Hunter said, a rough note to his voice. “All you need to do to stop this is take off the cuffs.”
But Yassen wasn’t sure he wanted this to stop. Hunter’s hand on his cock felt incredible, and became even better when Hunter spat on his hand and then used that to slick up Yassen’s cock, focusing on the head.
Yassen let out a sound that was half gasp, half moan, and couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up into Hunter’s grip.
Hunter leaned closer, his breath tickling Yassen’s ear as he spoke. “I get the feeling you’re not trying very hard, Cossack.”
Right, the task. But even at the reminder, Yassen could hardly bring himself to care. He had lost the wire again, his full attention on the hand on his cock and the heat coiling low in his groin.
“Perhaps you need a different form of motivation?”
Hunter’s hand sped up, twisting on the upstroke in a way that made Yassen gasp every time.
“I won’t stop until you manage to free yourself,” Hunter reminded him.
Yassen didn’t quite understand what he meant until the fingers pulled away, right as he was about to come. His hips bucked up, trying to chase after the warm hand, only for Hunter to pin his hips down. He panted, his eyes wide.
“What—?”
Instead of responding, Hunter went back to touching him. Not his cock at first, but he smoothed a warm hand put Yassen’s chest to tweak his nipple, sending a jolt of sensation through Yassen.
When Yassen felt less like he would come at any moment, John’s hand wrapped around his cock again with a merciless grip. His other hand came up to cradle Yassen’s balls, rolling them gently. The contrast of the two hands, one firm and demanding, the other soft and teasing, was making his head spin as he was brought to the edge in no time at all.
But again, right as his balls were drawn up and he was about to come, Hunter pulled back.
It was a torment Yassen hadn’t expected. He was so close, dangling on the edge of release, but unable to get that last bit of stimulation he needed. Every time he seemed to get close, Hunter would slow down.
Even the soft brush of Hunter’s warm fingers on his cock was enough to make him shiver, but it was never enough.
With his fingers spread wide, Yassen desperately searched the sheets for the wire he’d dropped. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the way Hunter looked at him so intently, or the image of his own cock in Hunter’s hand. Heat coiled low in his stomach.
His fingers found the soft metal. Hurriedly, he went through the familiar steps, taking care not to lose his grip this time.
Hunter’s grip suddenly grew firmer again, and Yassen gasped, his eyes flying open to find Hunter watching him closely.
“Keep your attention on me,” he said mildly.
And how could Yassen not? The touch of his fingers on Yassen’s sensitive skin was hard to ignore, the sensations almost overwhelming.
He breathed heavily, stifling a keening moan when Hunter rubbed his thumb over his slit, smearing the head of his cock with precome.
Half a turn clockwise.
Yassen found himself mesmerised by Hunter’s lips. The man was leaning over him now, closer than ever and as Yassen watched, Hunter’s tongue flicked out briefly to wet his lips.
Two turns counterclockwise.
Hunter wanked him with slow strokes, demanding his attention.
Yassen felt more than heard the click of the lock, and pulled his hand free, already reaching for Hunter with the cuffs still dangling from his other wrist.
But the moment he reached out, Hunter pulled away.
Yassen froze, still breathing heavily, not comprehending. His cock was hard and flushed, his heart pounding.
Hunter moved off the bed, holding out a hand for the handcuffs as he had done so many times that morning.
“Good job,” Hunter said, but for once, Hunter’s praise didn’t seem to reach him.
Slowly, Yassen loosened the other cuff and handed it to him.
Hunter must have seen his confusion. He smiled. “I told you, I would stop when you managed to get free.”
But Yassen hadn’t wanted Hunter to stop. He’d wanted an end to the teasing, yes, but not like this. He was still achingly hard, wound up tight and flushed. Was Hunter really just going to leave him like this?
Hunter sat down in the chair opposite the bed, his eyes intent on Yassen.
“If you want to come, you’ll have to do it yourself, Cossack.”
Yassen flushed, but his hand twitched closer to his cock.
“Go on, then,” Hunter said, his voice softer now, a rough quality to it.
His skin prickling under the weight of the other man’s attention, Yassen took himself in hand. It had been a while since he’d done this, but the motions came naturally enough. And besides, it wouldn’t take much.
Hunter was still watching him. He sat unmoving, frozen in the chair, but his eyes were heated. Despite the restraint, he was clearly not as unaffected by it all as he was pretending to be.
The thought gave him new confidence, and Yassen stroked himself faster, keeping his eyes on Hunter. His mouth had fallen open, his breath catching in his throat.
The slick sounds of his hand moving over his cock were obscene in the quiet of the hotel room. And still Hunter didn’t move. Was he hard? It was hard to tell with the way he was sitting, but Yassen could see the arousal in his eyes and he remembered the fingers touching him.
He pictured Hunter leaning over him again, eyes dark and heavy with desire. Hunter’s hand stroking him fast and firm like Yassen’s was doing now, before he bent closer and kissed him.
With a cry, Yassen came in hot spurts over his stomach.
His orgasm crashed over him, more intense than any he’d had before. White-hot pleasure shot through his cock and blinded him momentarily, leaving him gasping for breath as he stroked himself through it. As he came down from his high, he opened his eyes to find Hunter’s heavy gaze still fixed on him.
Yassen was flushed, the after-effects of his orgasm coursing through him, lowering his inhibitions and allowing him to meet Hunter’s eyes with undisguised desire.
It was Hunter who looked away first. He shifted slightly in his chair, then cleared his throat.
“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” Hunter said hoarsely. “Go wash up.”
Yassen swallowed, suddenly aware of his own nudity, the trousers pulled down around his knees and the way his front was streaked with his own release.
Slowly, he shifted to the edge of the bed, pulling up his pants and tucking himself away. He let his trousers slide off instead, then put them to the side, not wanting to risk staining them.
He looked back at Hunter.
Even after coming, there was a part of Yassen that still wanted. Hunter touching him had awoken some desire Yassen had been only half aware of before, and it was hard to ignore now that he’d had a taste.
In retrospect, it had always been there. The way his heart had jumped every time Hunter’s hand had lingered as he adjusted Yassen’s stance at the range, at all the times Hunter had casually touched him. It had stirred something inside him.
Yassen wanted Hunter to touch him again, and an even larger part of him longed to touch the man in turn.
But would Hunter allow it?
Hunter had passed it off as just a lesson, but he had been aroused too. He had invited Yassen to make himself come right in front of him. And he had watched.
Hunter wasn’t watching him now, but his eyes snapped back when Yassen crossed the room and sank to his knees, his heart pounding loudly.
This close, the tension in Hunter’s body was even more obvious. His thighs were rigid under Yassen’s hands as he shuffled closer. And when he looked down, there was a prominent bulge in the front of Hunter’s trousers.
Yassen felt hot at the clear proof that Hunter was affected by it all as well. He reached out with only a slight hesitation, slowly working open the button of Hunter’s trousers and pulling down the zipper. The hard warmth of the man’s erection pressed against his hand.
His eyes flicked up again to find Hunter still watching him, his jaw set.
But the man didn’t stop Yassen, not even as Yassen pulled down his underwear to free his cock.
Part of Yassen marvelled at his own boldness in doing this to Hunter. The touching before could all be excused as part of the lesson, unusual but still educational, but this was something else. Yassen was crossing a line here, turning it from a lesson into… whatever this was. And Hunter was letting him.
The thought made him feel dizzy, a heady arousal taking hold of him as he leaned forward and took Hunter’s cock into his mouth.
John stifled a groan as Yassen’s soft lips wrapped around his shaft. He had to grip the arms of the chair to stop himself from grabbing Yassen’s hair instead and thrusting up into the wet heat of his eager mouth.
Christ, what irony that it was a lesson on escaping restraint that had brought John so close to losing his own.
It had been a spur of the moment decision to touch Yassen as he’d laid there on the bed, forehead creased in concentration. Part of him had intended only to distract Yassen, for it to be another lesson on ignoring the discomforts of your body to focus on the task at hand.
But with Yassen staring at him wide-eyed, his face flushed and trying to stifle his reactions as he grew hard under John’s palm, John had instead found himself indulging.
And he had certainly enjoyed having Yassen writhe under his hands, desperately bucking up into John’s touch, begging without words for John to take him over the edge.
He’d had enough restraint left to stop touching Yassen when the lesson was over, at least. To ignore his own throbbing cock and only watch as Yassen brought himself off.
He’d dismissed Yassen afterwards and sent him to shower, and that should have been the end of it, would have been the end of it as far as John was concerned, but he hadn’t accounted for Yassen disobeying orders.
It was his own fault, in a way. He shouldn't have let Yassen see that his attraction was reciprocated.
When he was first put in charge of the boy’s training, it had taken very little time for John to realise that Yassen desired him, even if just subconsciously. He was good at figuring out what motivated people, at reading their reactions and getting a sense for them. It was something that had served him very well during his undercover mission, and Yassen was still young and largely untrained. His attraction was there in the dilated pupils, the way he would look at John sometimes like he wasn't even aware he was doing it.
John had seen it, and a vain part of him had liked the effect he had on Yassen. A different part of him had looked at Yassen, with his pretty blue eyes that stared up at John soaking up whatever lessons John taught him, and found himself tempted.
It would be very easy to seduce Yassen, if he set his mind to it.
But it would be an indulgence rather than something he did for his mission. Yassen was promising, yes, one of the best to come out of Malagosto and getting more skilled by the day under John's tutelage. But he was still a nobody in the grand scheme of things. He knew nothing of value.
If John slept with Yassen, it would be because he wanted it, and that was the type of indulgence John couldn't afford. Not here, at the heart of Scorpia, where one wrong move might blow the entire operation and cost him his life.
And there was Helen to consider as well. She had agreed that John should do what he had to while he was undercover, but there were still unspoken lines that could be crossed, and John wasn't willing to break his vows for a single night no matter how tempting Yassen might be.
So John had made sure to bury his attraction and focused on training Yassen and his mission of ingratiating himself into Scorpia's inner circles.
But Yassen wasn't blind. John had shown his hand today when he let the lesson escalate beyond what he had planned, and Yassen had to realise that his teacher wasn't unaffected by it all.
And John had to admit that he hadn't tried very hard to dissuade Yassen.
Perhaps he should have stopped Yassen the moment Yassen had knelt before him, shuffling closer and reaching for his belt. Certainly he should have turned Yassen away before he leaned down to take John into his mouth.
It was clear Yassen hadn’t done this before, wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but he tentatively used his tongue.
John had already been hard, but at the feeling of Yassen’s soft tongue flicking across the head of his cock, he became even more so. And the way Yassen was staring up at him, cheeks flushed and keeping eye-contact with his pink lips stretched obscenely around John’s shaft…
It wasn't the best blowjob John had ever had, but something about the clear inexperience and Yassen's clumsy eagerness went straight to his cock.
Even having just the tip wrapped in that wet heat would have been enough, but then Yassen leaned forward and tried to take John into his throat, and John had to bite back a moan as the last of his restraint snapped.
As Yassen predictably gagged himself on his cock and began to pull back, John put a hand at the back of his neck, keeping him from pulling off completely.
John let out a breathless laugh, impressed and aroused in equal measure.
“Eager,” he commented.
Yassen looked at him with a hint of panic in his watering eyes, his fingers clutching John’s thighs.
“You’re going too fast,” John told him, falling back in the same lecturing tone he used when he corrected Yassen’s form on the shooting range. “Slow down. Breathe through your nose.”
John slid a hand through Yassen’s hair to rest at the back of his head, both providing a steadying presence and holding him in place. He rubbed his thumb in soothing circles as he watched Yassen follow his advice.
After a few seconds, the panic seemed to fade as Yassen found he could breathe. Tension ebbed from his shoulders at every breath. Yassen swallowed with his lips still wrapped around John’s shaft, his tongue pressing against the underside of John’s cock.
“Good,” John said, his voice tight from the effort to keep it steady.
Yassen’s eyes darkened at the praise, his cheeks still flushed. He truly was as wonderfully responsive as John had imagined those few times he’d let his mind consider the possibility during a quick wank in the shower.
John hadn’t planned ever to act on those fantasies, but he hadn’t got where he was in Scorpia without being able to adapt to circumstances and taking advantage of opportunities that came his way.
And really, what was the risk? If Scorpia learned about it, there may be some raised eyebrows, but there would be no repercussions, certainly not for John. When Scorpia had put John in charge of Yassen’s further training, they had given him free rein to teach Yassen however he saw fit, as long as it delivered results.
And with Yassen offering himself like this, eager and inexperienced, how could John turn down the chance to teach him?
“Now try again, slowly,” he told Yassen, encouraging him with a little pressure to take more of John. “Use your tongue.”
Yassen obeyed, closing his eyes as under John’s guidance he fell into a rhythm, slowly bobbing his head up and down.
As John should have expected, Yassen turned out to be as good a student when it came to sucking cock as with everything else John taught him. All too soon, John felt himself getting close.
He tightened his fingers in Yassen’s hair, pulling him back.
“That’s enough,” he said sharply.
Yassen looked up at him, a flash of disappointment in his eyes. His lips were red and shiny from sucking John’s cock, and John had to suppress a groan at the sight. It was tempting, oh so tempting, to bury his cock in that hot, soft mouth again and fuck Yassen's throat until he came.
But if John was going to do this, he wanted to enjoy Yassen fully.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” John said, letting go of Yassen’s hair.
It was flattering how quickly the disappointment turned to eagerness. Yassen was quick to shrug off his shirt and pull down his pants, already half hard again.
John followed at a slightly more measured pace, but even he couldn’t deny his own impatience as he pulled off his shirt and took off the rest of his clothes.
Yassen was already sitting on the edge of the bed when John turned to him, watching him with clear arousal.
With just a few steps, John crossed the distance and pulled Yassen up into a kiss.
Yassen gasped into his mouth, clearly taken by surprise, but John framed his face with both hands, holding him in place while he explored Yassen’s hot mouth with an unrestrained hunger.
It was obvious that Yassen didn’t have much experience with this either, and the sounds he made as John licked his way into his mouth and then pulled back to suck on his lip were going right to John’s cock.
John let himself enjoy kissing Yassen until he felt Yassen’s erection against his thigh, then pulled away.
Yassen had his eyes closed when John let go of his face, but when he opened them again, they were dark with arousal, the lips bruised and still half open in unconscious invitation.
“On the bed,” John said with a rough voice. “I want you on your back for me.”
Yassen obeyed with an eagerness that was flattering. He was nervous, John could tell, but he hid it well, watching John as he joined him on the bed.
For a moment, John enjoyed the sight of Yassen stretched out and naked on the bed, before tracing a hand up Yassen’s leg. Yassen twitched a little at the contact, but he didn’t resist as John parted his legs and settled between them.
He stroked Yassen’s soft inner thighs, brushing tantalisingly close to Yassen’s erection, but ignoring it for now. Yassen already had his chance to take his pleasure earlier. It was John’s turn now.
He slid his hands up to Yassen’s knees and pushed his legs up and to the side.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he told Yassen.
Yassen flushed, but obeyed, pulling his legs back to expose himself to John, who had to take another moment to admire the sight before him.
Yassen’s cock was hard, lying against his tight belly where the evidence of his earlier orgasm was still visible. His balls were already drawn up tight, and under them Yassen’s hole twitched as if sensing John’s attention.
Part of John was sorely tempted to put his mouth to Yassen’s chest and slowly kiss and suck his way down that flat stomach to Yassen’s cock. Yassen’s skin was so pale, it would take little to bruise him, and something dark deep inside him liked the idea of marking Yassen as his.
But then he had already marked Yassen, hadn’t he?
The scar on Yassen’s neck had mostly faded to a dull pink these days, but with Yassen so flushed, it was as vividly crimson as it had been the day John had given it to him while saving Yassen’s life.
John half wanted to leave another mark on the other side of Yassen’s neck, but those thoughts would have to wait. His own cock was harder than it had been in ages, and John had no wish to deny himself any longer.
He leaned over Yassen, supporting himself on one hand as he stroked Yassen’s cheek. Then he put his fingers at Yassen’s lips.
“Suck,” he ordered.
Did Yassen know what he intended? Either way, John saw no need for further explanations. Yassen would figure it out soon enough.
And he must have suspected at least, because when he let his mouth fall open and wrapped his lips around John’s fingers, he made sure to swirl his tongue around them.
The feeling of Yassen licking and sucking on his fingers as he had sucked John’s cock earlier only stoked the flames of John’s arousal. He stuck his fingers further into Yassen’s mouth, until Yassen was beginning to gag, then pulled them out.
Yassen was still holding himself open, making it easy for John to find his hole with spit-slicked fingers. He rubbed it for a moment, then slipped a single finger inside. Yassen was hot around him, clenching down tightly on John’s finger as he swallowed, a slightly wild look in his eyes.
John began thrusting his finger in and out, watching the flicker of emotions on Yassen’s face as he pressed in deeper. He could tell the moment he found Yassen’s prostate by the flicker of surprised pleasure, and the way his hands slipped as he instinctively tried to close his legs.
“Keep them open,” John said sharply, swatting the inside of Yassen’s thigh with his other hand.
Yassen obediently spread his legs again, his eyes meeting John with a look of trepidation despite the way his cock twitched when John rubbed that same spot.
“Have you ever had a prostate orgasm, Yassen?”
Yassen hesitated at the question, then shook his head.
John wasn’t surprised. Everything about Yassen’s reactions so far had made it clear that this was new to him. His own cock was throbbing, but he stroked himself slowly with one hand while he inserted a second finger with his other. Perhaps he could wait just a little bit longer and teach Yassen something about his own body first.
He curled his fingers, finding Yassen’s prostate again and targeting it with merciless precision. Yassen squirmed away from the intense stimulation, but John simply followed him with his fingers, never letting up on the gentle pressure.
Yassen’s eyes were wide as he stared up at John, his cock twitching and leaking precome on his tense abdomen. To his credit, he never let go of his legs, even when he seemed torn between getting away or leaning into the touch.
John fingered him until he could bear it no longer, and he saw Yassen getting close again.
His own cock was still wet from Yassen’s mouth, but John spat on his hand to slick himself up further before leaning over Yassen and positioning himself.
Yassen was flushed, his fingers tight where they held his legs open. John stroked Yassen's thighs, feeling the tension in them, and decided to take pity on him. Besides, as appealing as Yassen's obedience was, he wanted to feel more of him.
So he tapped Yassen's hand. "Hold onto me instead."
Hesitantly, Yassen let go of his legs and put his hands on John's arms where he leaned over Yassen. Without his hands to pull himself open, his legs fell down to rest on John's thighs, keeping his hips tilted up to take John.
The feeling of Yassen's warm skin pressed against his only made his arousal grow, and he pressed forward, starting to sink in.
Yassen's fingers grew tight on his biceps at the advance, and John paused, fond amusement flickering through him. He leaned forward to rest on his forearm, his face beside Yassen's so he could murmur in his ear.
"Relax, Yassen, it's not all that bad."
He pressed incrementally deeper, and felt Yassen tense, then unclench, clearly making an effort to relax. John kissed his jaw, continuing down his throat until he found the thin, raised line of Yassen's scar. He felt Yassen gasp as he mouthed at Yassen's pulse.
John didn't make him wait any longer, but simply pushed inside him with a single slow thrust, burying himself balls-deep in Yassen. A groan escaped him as Yassen clenched down on him, hot and tight as a vice around his cock.
Yassen let out a shuddering breath, tense once more, but John knew he could handle it. He pulled back a little to spit on his hand, using that to stroke Yassen’s cock.
If John was honest, the pause was as much for his benefit as for Yassen’s. It had been a while since he’d had sex, and even longer since he’d last fucked another man. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt having that tight heat around his cock, and the delicious friction as he started rocking back and forth with short, slow thrusts.
Yassen was gasping in his ear now, squirming pleasantly against him and letting out half-muffled moans. His cock was fully hard again, throbbing in John’s palm until John reluctantly let go of him, not wanting Yassen to come just yet.
He focused instead on rolling his hips, falling into a familiar rhythm. Heat was building low in his groin, the friction sending tingles down his spine. The spit had been enough to ease the way, but it still felt deliciously raw and intense.
The air was filled only with the sounds of their pleasure, the gasps and bitten-off moans and the slap of flesh hitting flesh from John’s hips slamming into Yassen’s, all of it obscenely loud in the quiet of the room.
There was always something about fucking a man that just hit different. The heavy breathing at his ear, the feeling of a leaking cock brushing against his front as he rolled his hips. John could be rougher too, letting go in a way that he wouldn’t with Helen. He knew Yassen would be able to take it — was taking it so well already, meeting John’s thrusts and wrapping his legs around John’s middle to bring him even closer.
Yassen moaned in his ear again, and John became aware of something other than Yassen’s erection brushing against his stomach. When he pulled back to look, he saw Yassen was wanking frantically, clearly close to coming.
The sight sent a thrill through John that went right to his cock. But as hot as the image was, John would have to remind Yassen of who was dictating this encounter.
He knocked Yassen’s hand away, barely pausing his thrusting as he took Yassen’s wrists and pinned them down above his head.
Yassen looked at him, his eyes wide and desperate with an unspoken plea.
“No,” John said sharply. “You’ll come on my cock or not at all.”
He emphasised his words with another hard thrust, making Yassen gasp. John didn't doubt that Yassen would manage to come before long, even without touching himself.
Leaning over Yassen, he could see Yassen's every reaction, the flickers of pleasure on his face, the way his cock twitched when John angled his thrusts to hit his prostate. Yassen's neck was red and bruised from where John had sucked on his skin, which was deeply satisfying to the part of John that wanted to mark him.
Yassen's mouth had fallen open, little grunts and moans escaping him as John thrust into him faster. It was a tempting sight, and John leaned forward again to capture his lips, swallowing the sounds of Yassen's pleasure.
Yassen kissed him back hungrily, enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of skill. He gasped against John's mouth when John gave another sharp thrust, fucking into Yassen with short jabs aimed directly at his prostate.
Yassen stood no chance against such a relentless assault, and it took only a few more thrusts like that before his mouth went slack, and he clenched down around John's cock.
John groaned at the sudden tightness, fucking Yassen through his orgasm without ever pausing. He leaned over Yassen again, closing his eyes and simply chasing his own pleasure. He felt Yassen beginning to squirm against him, no doubt sensitive after the glow wore off, but he didn't pay it any attention.
After a few more stuttering thrusts, John buried himself deep inside Yassen and came with a low groan.
He stayed like that for a while longer, catching his breath and enjoying the warmth of Yassen’s body under and around him. He’d let go of Yassen’s wrists when he came, and now he felt Yassen’s hands tentatively coming up to hold him.
With a sigh, John pulled back.
Yassen was staring at him, a look of wonder in his eyes, and John suppressed another sigh.
He’d have to make sure this situation didn’t spiral and endanger the mission. He hadn’t planned to act on his desire for Yassen, but plans changed. And John couldn’t bring himself to truly regret it.
Perhaps the pressures of the mission were starting to wear on him. It had been months since the last time he’d been able to meet up with Helen as well. Having a chance to blow off some steam with Yassen like this might be just what he needed to keep his focus.
This may not have been how he had intended to handle the situation with Yassen, but they were here now. John would just need to adapt.
And Yassen was nothing in the grand scheme of things. He posed no real danger to John or his mission even if he did tell someone, and John was reasonably sure he could get Yassen to keep quiet. There was little harm in indulging himself now and then.
He leaned forward and kissed Yassen again, slowly and patiently, just because he could. Yassen kissed back, his hands coming up to rest at John’s back. John’s cock was still buried inside Yassen, but he made no move to pull out just yet, enjoying the closeness despite the sensitivity.
After kissing like that for a while, John finally pulled away, rolling over to lie on his back next to Yassen.
As enjoyable as this was, they would still need to keep up the semblance of a normal teacher-student relationship.
“Go shower,” he told Yassen. “We’re going out for dinner in half an hour.”
Yassen didn’t even bother putting on clothes as he got up from the bed, and surely he had to know how tempting he looked like that, with his neck covered in hickeys and John’s seed starting to run down his thigh.
At the bathroom door, he hesitated and turned back to John, showing again that oddly appealing mix of shyness and boldness he had displayed earlier when he sank to his knees before John.
“Will you join me?”
And oh, John really shouldn’t be encouraging Yassen taking initiative like this, but he would need to shower anyway. Perhaps he could indulge for a little while longer.
“Go turn the shower on,” he said. “I’ll join you in a bit.”