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Fedir sighed loudly as he found himself the mediator in yet another stand-off between Valentyn and Danyil, he couldn't even remember what started it this time, one moment they were discussing the key of a song peacefully and the next it was a full blown screaming match. He knew it was leftover nerves from Eurovision, only just three days prior they had landed back in Kyiv after the emotional whirlwind of the last three months. They had taken out a studio day to prepare for their upcoming concerts and go over some demos leftover from before Eurovision, going over a song Fedir swears he remembers causing a frighteningly similar argument just four months ago.
He had quickly learned how to tune out their arguments after becoming a permanent fixture in the band, just focus on a small little detail in the room and the voices fade away to background static. What startled him from his daze however, was the loud slamming of the door. Whipping his head up, Fedir noticed the sudden absence of Valentyn in the room, Danyil left standing alone staring at the closed door. Even from his view of Danya's back from behind his drumset, Fedir could tell Danyil's face was red, hands clenched tightly at his sides and shoulders tense.
"Everything good?" He murmured, watching Danyil's shoulders fall as the man swung around to loom at Fedir.
"Valya's just being- God he's so annoying! We had it written in the notes, the time signature and what key we wanted it in, but no! Suddenly I'm wrong and it sounds like shit according to him" Danyil let out a yell of frustration as he sat himself down, dragging his hands down his face.
"Well, what were we playing earlier?" Fedir tapped his fingers on the edge of his tom, counting out the beats of the melody in his head. "I think that sounded perfectly fine."
Throwing his hands up and gesturing wildly, Danyil stuttered as he proceeded to wind himself back up. "Thank you! That's what I was trying to say, but he couldn't get it through his fat head! Because he has to be right all the fucking time" stamping his feet, Danya lent back in his chair, letting out a loud groan.
Letting a short silence lull over the room, Fedir took a short breath, "well perhaps if you guys weren't so quick to insult each other, your discussions might remain a bit more civil."
"Oh whatever" Danyil turned to glare at Fedir, "I say nothing that he doesn't need to hear, he's just so self-righteous he needs to prove he's better than me all the time. Like fuck, he spent half of our interviews at Eurovision boasting stupidly about how much better his song was than mine! We won the same amount of points at the national selection, his just happened to get more votes." With each sentence, Danyil's voice rose, letting his built up frustrations begin to boil over once again.
"Is that what this is really about?" Fedir flinched slightly as he spoke, the words coming out a bit more accusative than he intended.
Staring at Fedir mouth agape, Danyil was left speechless for a moment, quickly recovering as his face contorted with anger once more. "You are such a dick sometimes" pushing himself up to his feet, Danyil stalked towards Fedir, hissing through gritted teeth.
If it weren't for the growing tension, Fedir might've thought the rosy blush high on Danyil's cheeks was cute, but if he were to tune out the mad ramblings it still could be. If he didn't pay any mind to whatever curses rattled from Danya's mouth, he looked like a small puppy, angered over not getting a treat for doing a trick. Danyil stopped right in front of Fedir's drums, a slim hand pointing an accusatory finger at the man.
"Seriously! You call yourself the middle-man when all you do is just kiss ass to Val."
Sighing, Fedir considered his next words carefully, he could either diffuse the situation and act calmly, or he could rile Danya up some more. Maybe letting Danyil vent out his anger now, they could finally make a decision on what to do with the song before the clock hit 22:00. So Fedir chose to be mean. "I get that you're jealous and all, but you need to calm down, or get over it whatever comes first."
Letting out an indignant squak, Danyil's hands returned to their clenched position at his side. "You're such a useless asshole! You contribute almost nothing to anything except a stupid drum beat!"
Abruptly standing up from his seat, Fedir rounded the drum kit, quickly approaching the smaller man. With a start, Danyil began to back up, immediately losing all confidence as his anger was challenged. Danyil let out a small whimper of pain as his lower back collided roughly with the edge of a desk, shrinking in on himself as Fedir leaned over him.
With a steady voice, Fedir stared down Danyil, deciding to ignore the way the blond man's pupils dilated. "Wanna repeat that?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm just saying that-" Danyil let out a squeak as Fedir roughly placed a hand on the wall by his head, caging him in, pressing their bodies impossibly close.
"Saying what?" Letting his eyes roam, Fedir watched every small tick of Danyil's body, each small shiver along his shoulders as the shorter man pointedly avoided eye contact. With a small shift, Fedir became suddenly aware of their compromising position, Danyil's slightly spread thighs bracketing his own. Moving to step back, he felt something new prod against his hip. His eyes shot back up to Danyil's face, the man's scarlet red cheeks quickly draining of all colour as a shaky breath exited his mouth.
"Oh my god, Fedya I'm sorry I-" Danyil scrambled to move away, anxiety building a familiar knot in his chest as Fedir continued to block any escape. "It's not like that I was just, don't be mad" panicked ramblings poured from his mouth, shaking hands peeling off the edge of the desk to rest of Fedir's chest, a meek attempt at pushing the man off and away.
Danyil's attempts to flee were pressed to a halt when a firm grip wrapped around his hip, Fedir's free hand stilling Danyil, lowering his arm off the wall to rest on the desk beside the other man.
"Danya" Fedir started, a deep murmur rattling from his chest. This wasn't their first time caught in a standoff like this. Fedir remembers the night after Vidbir, drunken flirting and thick tension led Danyil right into Fedir's bedroom, before his anxiety got to him and he backed down, spending the night sleeping on the couch instead. "Danya, look at me."
Danyil's hands stayed in place on Fedir's chest, feeling the dull thudding of the other man's heartbeat in his palms, he tried to focus on the gentle rhythm and force his breathing to even out. He nervously flitted his eyes up to meet Fedir's, scanning his face for any signs of disgust or anger, only finding a gentle smirk and a curiously cocked eyebrow.
"Yes or no?" Fedir's words were simple, no 'explain yourself' or 'what are you doing?' Just a straightforward 'yes or no.'
Danyil swallowed thickly, Fedir's thumb rubbed circles on his hip where it laid, he had to will himself not to buck up into the friction of Fedir's hip against his growing hard on. "Yeah, yes" his voice came out barely a whisper as he nodded, he moved his hands to rest on Fedir's shoulders, leaning forwards and meeting the taller man halfway.
Danya let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, signing deeply into the kiss, a high noise erupting from his throat as Fedir pulled their hips even closer together. Even the smallest amount of friction caused Danyil's head to spin, every proposition blanketed in layers of inside jokes he had ignored and fled coming back to his mind as Fedir's tongue slid against his own. If it weren't for the soundproofing of the studio, Danyil might have been a bit more ashamed of the noises sprouting from him, deepening the kiss. He clung to Fedir like his life defended on the man, hands gripped tightly at his shoulders as he slung a leg losely against his hips, increasing the friction between their clothed erections.
Fedir let his hands roam, one flexing to grab at the lithe thigh hiked up against his hip, the other one smoothly popping open the fly of Danyil's jeans with a quick flick. He shoved his hand down between the rough denim and the soft fabric of Danyil's boxers, eliciting a whine as he wrapped his hand around Danya's dick.
"That feel good?" He teased, grinning widely as he slowly grinded the palm of his hand down, almost as if he was giving a gentle shoulder massage.
Danyil nodded, scared of whatever noises could potentially escape him if he tried to vocalise an answer, a pathetic moan crawling up his throat to announce his arousal. "Fedya-" he cut himself off with a whine, hips bucking up to chase the sensation of Fedir's hand wrapped around him. He could feel Fedir's erect cock rub against him with every shudder of his hips, he could feel Fedir thrusting slowly against him, chasing his own high. The feeling of the drummer's rhythmic thrusting between his spread thighs, his hand massaging him closer and closer to the edge, Danyil's thoughts swiftly flew down a spiral. Just the mere idea of Fedir holding his thighs open as he thrusted roughly into him, Danyil let out a loud moan, the familiar pressure building in his groin.
"Fedya- Fedya I'm close" he keened up into Fedir's hold, bringing their lips together once more, heavy moans breathed into each other's mouths. Small sounds burst from his chest as Fedir bit at his lower lip, the slight pain of the drummer's canines pressing against the plump flesh sending a burning heat straight to his core.
"C'mon, you're doing so good" Fedir murmured against his lips, he felt his own cock throb, almost wishing he could bend Danya over right here and now. He groaned lowly at the thought, hips canting hard against Danyil's.
Letting out a loud moan, Danyil's legs quivered as his orgasm crashed into him, feeling every muscle in his body tighten and release at once. He felt the cotton material of his boxers stick to his skin as the wet spot around Fedir's hand grew. "Fuck! Ah, oh my god" Danyil's head fell to rest on Fedir's shoulder, quick breaths panted against the man's first chest. Danya felt Fedir drop his leg, parting from his hold as the younger man turned to find a wet-wipe, letting out a small noise of disgust at the stickiness left on his hand. Bracing himself against the desk, Danya steadied his breathing, contemplating his next course of action.
"Go sit down" he blurted out, gnawing on his lower lip as he attempted to push through his anxiety. He noticed the look of confusion on Fedir's face, stuttering through syllables before finally getting out "I wanna suck you off."
Fedir's eyes shot open wide, scrambling around to find a place to sit, roughly plopping himself down in an armchair. He spread his legs as Danya approached him hurriedly, the older man dropping to his knees between his thighs, slender hands settling lightly on his knees. Fedir let out a small sigh as Danyil looked up at him through his long lashes, gentle eyes meeting his own, he looked angelic in the low lighting of the studio.
"This is okay, yeah?" Danyil's voice came out close to a whisper, hands drifting along the strong thighs bracketing his lithe form.
Fedir nodded hard, "yes, definitely yes." His hands curled against the wooden armrests of the chair, one hand migrating to comb through the soft platinum of Danya's hair, brushing it away from his forehead.
Leaning up into the caress, Danyil quickly undid the drawstring of Fedir's track pants, the pair shuffling around to pull them below the younger man's hips. With the pants left at mid-thigh, Danyil swiped his fingers delicately along the waistband of Fedir's boxers, looking up at the other man with a smirk.
"Wanna be good for you" he murmured, mouthing along the clothed cock, his tongue catching along the dry material, biting back a smile at the groan heard from above. He licked a long stripe along the fabric, a hand burying itself in his hair as he pulled down the boxers.
Fedir's dick wasn't crazy huge by any means, a normal and average length, but it was thick. He spat into his hand before wrapping his fingers around the heavy cock, laughing softly to himself over the absurdity of the situation.
"Are you laughing at my dick?" Fedir cried out, a shocked expression crossing his face.
"No! No sorry I'm just-" Danya's giggles increased, using his free hand to cover his face. "I'm laughing over the fact that I'm about to suck your dick." He emphasized his point by lightly moving his hand along the base, leaning closer to let his breath ghost along the tip, a wide smile still cracking his façade. "Shall I?" He joked, pushing his tongue from his mouth for show.
"I swear to fucking god, Danya" Fedir groaned, the grip on the back of the smaller man's head tightened, not to force him down, but surely to encourage him to start.
Danya swirled his tongue along the blush red tip, tasting the musk of the precum that had begun to dribble out. With a hum of appreciation, he wrapped his lips around the head, pressing his tongue against the underside as he slowly sank down.
"Fuck-" Fedir cursed, clenching his fist against the chair, willing his hips to not buck up into the wet heat of Danyil's mouth. "How are you good at this?" His head fell back as Danyil continued, the hand wrapped around the base jerking slowly with each bob of his head.
Leaning back, Danyil licked away the string of spit from his lips, "practice." He shrugged, humming as he took the cock back into his mouth as far as he could.
Fedir's hips twitched, the vibrations of the humming dancing along his nerves, a low groan pushing out from his chest at the sensation.
"Wait, do that again" Danyil interrupted himself again, a shy look crossing his face as he looked up at the younger man.
"Do what?"
"Your um," he faltered slightly, suddenly embarrassed by his request. "Fuck my mouth, I'll tap your hip if it's too much."
"Oh," Fedir swallowed hard, shocked by the apparent hidden talents of the vocalist. "You sure?"
"Totally positive, I can control how much I take anyways" Danyil nodded, readjusting himself as he brought his mouth back to Fedir's dick.
With a moan, Fedir pressed against Danya's head, fingers tightening in his hair as he sunk down again. His pace started slow, Danyil's hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock, not allowing himself to go further. Fedir felt the older man's hand adjust as the pace quickened, his hips bucking slightly each time the tip hit the back of his throat, a small gag startling Fedir.
"You okay?" He pulled Danyil off, a concerned look crossing his face.
"Absolutely" Danya whined slightly, the tension on his scalp shooting sparks into his core. He had to will those thoughts away, he was getting too old for another round that quickly. "More" he placed his hand on Fedir's thighs, bracing himself. He heard Fedir curse softly as his lips wrapped back around his cock, the hand on his hand pressing him down slowly until his nose was buried in the coarse hairs on Fedir's torso.
Fedir groaned as his hips bucked up, the feeling of Danya's throat tightening around his cock with each small swallow and moan, he began to shallowly thrust his hips again. Looking down, Fedir felt himself clench at the debauched scene between his legs. Danyil had sagged limply into Fedir's grasp, the older man letting himself be used with ease, his plush lips stretched around the cock in his throat and watery eyes half-lidded. His eyes fluttered with each gag, face bright red as small moans escaped him.
"Shit, you look like a whore" Fedir moaned, his hips began to thrust faster, he could feel the swirling heat of his orgasm building. Each muffled moan and whine went straight to his core, willing himself not to thrust too hard as the sensations builded. With a choked off gasp, Fedir buried Danyil's head in his lap, head leaning against the back of the chair as he came down Danyil's throat.
They stayed like that for a moment, soft puffs of air from Danyil's nose brushed through the thick pubes, Fedir's hips twitching with the aftershocks. After a few beats, Danya tapped against the younger man's thigh, his jaw beginning to ache.
"Fuck, sorry" Fedir mumbled, releasing his firm grip on the smaller man's scalp. "You're so fucking good at that."
Danya giggled lightly, voice slightly hoarse, tucking Fedir back into his boxers.
They both jumped as the door flung open, a scream ringing through the room before it was subsequently slammed closed.
"Guys! What the fuck!" Valentyn's voice rang through from the otherside, footsteps audibly retreating.
"Oh my god" Danyil jumped to his feet, "Val, I'm so sorry! Fedya shut up!" Danyil chased after Valentyn, flipping off Fedir as the man broke into loud laughs.
Fedir fixed himself up, chuckling as he eavesdropped to the loud conversation happening down the hall.
"Valya I'm so fucking sorry."
"Why in the studio? I was gone for like an hour!" He could hear the hysterics in Valentyn's voice, only imagining the horrified look on the brunet's face.
"I didn't know when you'd be back!"
"So you sucked Fedya's dick while waiting?"
"Val!"
Fedir tidied the room, letting the brothers tire themselves out. He felt his own healthy amount of shame and embarrassment, but listening to the distressed sounds of the pair arguing was much better than being involved. After a few minutes, he checked the clock, peeking his head around the door. "It's almost 10pm, did we wanna continue, or?"
The sight in the hall was as he imagined it, Valentyn crouched on the floor in horror as Danyil leant against the opposite wall, both men furiously avoiding eye contact.
"No, no, we can wrap it up" Valentyn mumbled, gaze not breaking away from the ground in front of him.
Fedir nodded, clearing his throat gently, "well I cleaned up the studio so everything's good to go." A few beats of silence passed through the group, "well then, Danya did you wanna-"
"Oh my god! Not in front of me!" Valentyn cried out, "just leave I don't wanna hear or see anymore!"
Fedir covered his mouth as he laughed quietly, Danya quickly disappearing around the corner in humiliation. Striding past Valentyn, he patted the man on the back, "sorry about that." He expected a strongly worded voice note from the man later.
Exiting the studio, Fedir noticed Danyil leaning against his car, his distraught expression illuminated by the streetlamps. "So, heading back to mine?"
"Just unlock the car Fedya," at the click of the locks, Danya turned and threw himself into the passenger seat.
Pulling himself into the driver's seat, Fedir started the car in silence, "gonna sulk all night?" He nudged Danyil with a grin, getting a pointed glare shot back at him.
"Make fun of me and I'm sleeping on the couch again" Fedir watched as Danyil bit at the corner of his mouth to fight back a smile, a shine of humour crossing the older man's gaze.
The drive was relatively silent, Danyil connecting his phone to the speakers to play his music, interjected occasionally to tell Fedir a fact about the musician or band. Their quiet conversation carried its way inside Fedir's home, Danyil settling on the couch as the other man roamed around his kitchen.
"Would you like a drink? Tea or something?" Fedir called out, setting his kettle on the stove.
Humming to himself, Danyil curled his knees up, fiddling with the TV remote, "tea would be nice!"
A short few minutes later, the whistling of the kettle broke through the silence of the house, Fedir returning to the living room with two cups.
"What do you have on?" Fedir glanced at the TV, setting the steaming cups down on the table in front of them.
Shrugging, Danyil checked the channel information, "some random soap it seems, dunno first thing that seemed interesting enough." The two men continued to sip their tea in a lulling silence, the tension growing thicker with each small comment, neither knowing how to make the first move.
Fedir watched Danya closely, each sneaking glance the blond man took in his direction, the way he began to slowly inch closer to him on the couch. "Danya" he murmured softly, setting his tea down and patting his lap, "c'mere."
A fierce blush bloomed across Danyil's face, shakily setting his tea down he hesitated, before slowly swinging himself to straddle Fedir. Strong hands settled on his hips, Danyil couldn't help to think that despite their similarity to each other in height, Fedir's broad build sometimes almost dwarfed Danyil's slender frame. Weight and muscle sticking to the younger man's body much more than his own finicky health would allow.
"Feeling okay?" Fedir's voice was gentle, forever calm and understanding when need be, or 'annoyingly considerate' as Valentyn had once described to Danyil.
"Yeah, this is okay" Danyil let himself relax, thighs spreading wide as he sunk down into Fedir's hold, arms wrapping around the other man's neck. He smiled softly as his gaze met Fedir's, soft brown eyes meeting steel blue. "Hi" he giggled stupidly, leaning in to connect their lips. Their kisses were pressed chaste, broken apart by giggles and coos, melting into each other's body heat.
"Did you wanna?" Fedir trailed off, nodding his head towards the direction of his bedroom, jumping slightly as Danyil scrambled to his feet. The change of composure in the older man was shocking, a sudden eagerness taking over as he dragged Fedir down the hall, no sign of his earlier timid self was present. Passing through the doorway of Fedir's bedroom, he spun the smaller man around, holding him face to face as he backed him towards the bed.
"You're so cute, you know that?" Drifting his hands under Danyil's sweater, with a quick movement he tossed the man onto the bed, a squeal of surprise ringing out. Pulling his shirt off in a swift motion, Fedir crawled on top of him, laughing at the expression of mock-offense across the face of the older man.
"Throwing me around? Don't get me all excited" Danyil grinned widely, hands brushing through the coarse chest hair of the man above him.
Pressing a kiss to Danya's jaw, Fedir hiked up the soft sweater, hands fiddling with the button of Danyil's jeans. "Well hey, there's more where that came from, just say the word" he smiled slyly as the fly popped open, leaning back to pull the jeans off the smaller man, legs extending to ease his task. Throwing the offending item across the room, Fedir looked down at the image before him, a delicate picture of immodesty sprawled across soft sheets like a boudoir painting. He slid his hands along the soft skin not covered by fabric, feeling his finger press into the newly gained layer of healthy fat, hip bones framing a trail of dark hair leading to below the boxers.
"Keep feeling me up like this we might not make it to the main event" despite his teasing words, Danyil's expression was soft, a sliver of his usual shy demeanour slipping back in.
"It's not everyday I get to have an angel lying in my bed" pushing himself down the mattress, Fedir leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around the other man's thighs as he peppered soft pecks along the pale skin. He tensed his arms as he felt Danya begin the squirm under the attention, muscles flexing lightly, keeping the other man in place. "Patience" he cooed teasingly.
Whining, Danyil reached down to push away Fedir's head, shivers tingling up his spine from the wiry beard hairs scratching at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. "That tickles" Danyil complained, pouting as the younger man laughed at his half-assed sulking, he could feel himself straining against his boxers. "At least take off your pants too."
Rolling his eyes in mock-annoyance, Fedir slid off the bed, stepping out of his track pants. He watched as Danyil tracked his movements, eyes following his hands down before snapping up to the bulge in his boxers, a prominent blush spreading across his face. "That better?" Fedir asked redundantly, pulling himself back onto the mattress in front of Danyil. "Feeling a little underdressed here, gonna remove that sweater?" His fingers played with the elastic hem, cocking an eyebrow, looking up at the older man for consent.
"Can I, can I keep it on?" He asked gingerly, hands coming down to meet Fedir's, fingertips dusting over his knuckles.
With a nod, Fedir pulled his hands away, "whatever makes you comfortable." He settled back between Danyil's legs, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling hands reach around his neck to pull him closer.
They stayed embraced in each other's warmth, lazy kisses slowly turning heated, hips grinding together as they breathed moans between each kiss. Breaking away from the embrace, Fedir peppered kisses along Danyil's jaw, "did you want to continue? Or stay like this?" He murmured, looking up to meet Danyil's gaze.
"Yes, I wanna, I want to continue" with a sharp nod, Danyil felt the younger man pull away, sighing at the loss of warmth. Fedir rummaged around in the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lotion and a condom. "Well aren't you prepared" he teased.
"Never know when the right moment with strike, gotta stay ready" Fedir tossed the condom onto the bed beside Danyil, rolling the lotion in his hands to warm it up. "Now shall I do the honours, or do you want to?"
Danya's hands twitched, hesitating as he contemplated the proposition, "I trust you."
Pressing a kiss to Danyil's cheek, Fedir smiled warmly, repositioning himself to have better access between the smaller man's legs. He reached up to the waistband of Danyil's boxers, "remember, just say the word and I'll stop."
"Fedya, I'm not made of glass, I'm doing this because I want to," Danyil looked up at Fedir, a serious expression steeling his face, "I'm doing this because I want you, and I trust you not to hurt me."
Swallowing hard, Fedir nodded, three words burning behind his tongue, "I trust you too, thank you." He resumed his task with a heightened confidence, peeling off Danyil's boxers in a swift motion, his stomach swooping at the sight of the other man's cock. "Have you done anything like this before?" He squeezed lotion onto his hand, lathering it along his fingers.
"Um, just by myself" Danyil admitted, biting his cheek over the twinge of embarrassment by the confession.
Fedir hummed in acknowledgment, pausing quickly, "want to grab a pillow to put under your hips then? It'll make this easier." He lazily pointed up his bed, leaning back as the blond man rearranged himself, the added arch from the pillow easing his legs wider. Adding more lotion to his hand for his own reassurance, Fedir slipped his hand towards the cleft of Danyil's ass, slicking the lotion around his hole. "Okay?"
"Mhm, yeah" Danyil squeaked, attempting to force his muscles to untense, excitement and anticipation swirling in his core. Feeling Fedir push in a finger, he let out a slightly embarrassing sound, high-pitched and breathy.
"All good?" After a nod of approval, Fedir continued to sink his finger in until it was buried to the knuckle, shivering at the feeling of Danya clenching around it. After a few moments, Fedir began to move his hand, soft ministrations in and out to ease the older man. He pressed gentle pecks along the man's stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath his touches. Listening closely to the sounds pressed from Danya, Fedir felt his cock jump at a particularly whiny breath, "ready for a second finger?"
"Please" Danyil felt almost ashamed at how keyed up he already when, letting out a small 'hnng' as he was spread open wider. "Your fingers are a lot thicker than mine" he voice was tight as he spoke, letting out a shaky sigh as he relaxed into the intrusion.
"Gotta make sure you're nice and loose for me" Fedir grinned as he began to scissor his fingers, feeling a surge of pride at the choked out moan it brought out from Danyil. "You like that? Being spread open by me? You're such a good boy Danya," crooking his fingers, Fedir massaged against Danyil's inner walls, feeling for the soft spot of his prostate.
"Fuck, Fedya!" Danyil's head spun at the onslaught of sensations, his cock dribbling precum onto his abdomen, thighs quivering as the younger man continued to rub against that spot inside him. His head fell back against the pillows as Fedir pushed in a third finger, the twinge of pain from the stretch being quickly overshadowed by the nearly overwhelming amount of pleasure. His legs fell open wider, grinding his hips down onto Fedir's fingers, "shit, please."
"Just a bit more, don't want to hurt you" Fedir flexed his fingers inside, trying not to rush himself, no matter how unbearingly hard his dick was. "Doing so, so good for me."
Danyil keened at the praise, a rush of heat traveling through his body, cock twitching at the words. His small whines grew into moans, his mind traveling back to his earlier thoughts, being spread open and taken by Fedir. "Ah fuck, Fedya please."
Pressing another kiss to Danyil's thigh, Fedir slowly pulled his fingers out, shaky hands slipping as he teared open the condom. He quickly shuffled off his own boxers, groaning lowly as the cold air hit his cock. Rolling the condom on, Fedir paused to take in the sight of Danyil, choking out a moan at the view. The smaller man sprawled against his sheets, legs spread wide and a hot blush trailing from his cheeks down his neck, the baggy sweater pushed up just above his waist. "You're so fucking hot" Fedir shuffled back between the man's open legs, slathering lotion along his cock, watching Danyil preen over the compliment. He slipped a hand under Danya's knee, spreading him wider as he pressed his cock against his ass, sliding himself in.
The noise released from Danyil was almost primal, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as the head of Fedir's cock pushed inside. "Fuck, wait a second" Danyil pressed a hand to Fedir's chest, legs shaking as he tried to relax, the stretch of the cock half inside him sending him spiraling into overwhelming pleasure.
"Are you okay?" Fedir looked down at the other man, face laced with concern.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just- Fuck, it's been a while, you feel huge," Danyil's breaths turned to pants as he calmed himself down, attempting to get back his bearings to continue. As the mild pain and choking pleasure subsided, he nodded sharply, "keep going."
Slowly pressing himself further, Fedir moaned as his hips met Danya's, revelling in the tight squeeze of muscle along his cock. He adjusted his stance against the mattress, picking up Danyil's knees over his arms, leaning over the man as he gripped his hips. Fedir began to thrust gently, moans puffing from Danyil's mouth with each movement, sweat prickling along his back.
"Fedya, fuck I- Faster please" squeezing his eyes shut, Danyil tried to focus himself away from the bursting preasure inside him, feeling his orgasm building swiftly as Fedir drove into him faster.
"You feel so good," Fedir choked out, the bed frame squeaking with each thrust, "such a good boy for me, Danya."
Danyil cried out as Fedir gripped his hips tighter, hands flexing against the sheet as a change in angle nailed his prostate head on, each thrust sending sparks up his spine. Their moans mingled together in the empty room, Danya wrapped a quivering hand around his cock, arching up into Fedir's hold. "I'm gonna- Fedya, I'm close" his voice came out a high whine, heat rapidly building in his core.
Fedir let out a loud groan as his orgasm barreled into him, hips stuttering roughly as he fucked himself into Danyil, fingers digging into the other man's hips.
"Ha! Shit," moaning loudly, Danyil tensed as he came, cum shooting against his stomach. His body shook with exertion, mind cloudy at the feeling of Fedir buried deep inside of him, pleasure fogging his thoughts through the aftershocks.
Panting, Fedir slowly pulled out after catching his breath, tying off the condom before flopping down beside Danya. "You good?" He was slightly breathless, chest heaving as his heart rate slowed.
"Mm" Danyil answered wordlessly, rolling onto his side to state hazily at Fedir. "You wanna grab a cloth before my cum dries?"
Letting out a noise of disgust, Fedir rolled off the bed, steadying himself as he stood up and left for the bathroom. Returning shortly, Fedir found Danya with his eyes closed, chest falling evenly, "did you fall asleep on me?"
"No" Danyil's answer was mumbled, "fucked the shit out of me though, very nice." He giggled as he gave Fedir a weak thumbs up, eyes cracking open as he heard the other man join in.
"Probably would be better to shower" Fedir suggested as he swiped the damp washcloth over Danyil's torso, "get rid of more sweat than this will."
Grumbling, Danyil waved off the idea, "I don't think I'm standing up anytime soon, now hurry up I wanna cuddle."
"Ohh, you're that kind of guy after sex" with a teasing pinch, Fedir dropped the cloth by a stray pair of boxers on the floor, dodging a weak attempt at a swat from the blond as he crawled back onto the bed. Pulling Danyil into his chest, he let out a deep sigh, burying his face in the soft blond hair. "Love you."