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“Kovzhv? (Please?)” You ask. Again.
The shower is running and you’re currently washing the dye out of your hair. You know Mikhail is still in the bathroom with you. You can see his shadow by the sink through the shower curtain.
Mikhail hunches over the sink, probably to spit out the toothpaste in his mouth.
Then he responds, “I’m not doing that tonight.”
You frown to yourself and let out a dramatic groan.
“Blf zodzbh hzb gszg, (You always say that,)” You then complain.
You are having a conversation that you’ve been having with Mikhail a lot lately. You’re trying to convince him to let you top him. It’s been something on your mind for… a long time now.
You love having sex with Mikhail, you truly do. He treats you well and he’s gotten very good at the things you really enjoy. You have no complaints there.
But… you’ve gotten to the point where you would like to explore with him. Particularly, whenever you get on top of him and take the lead, he always looks at you in a certain way and makes these noises.
Shit, now you’re getting a little hard just thinking about it.
Anyway, you want to see more of that. A lot more. You can only fantasize about the noises Mikhail would make as you properly take him for the first time. Oh, and the view you would have of him from that position… It’s just something you couldn’t resist wanting.
Of course, if Mikhail was firm with you and said he would never want that, you would respect it. You would stop asking and keep it in your dreams. But, you know Mikhail very well by now. He has never told you ‘no’, only ‘not now’s.
And Mikhail is a very blunt person. He doesn’t skirt around what he does or doesn’t want when he’s sure of himself.
Instead of responding to your complaint, Mikhail says, “Don’t stain the tub this time.”
It took you a second to translate his words. Something ‘Don’t’ ‘Tub’ ‘This time’. He’s probably talking about your hair dye. Last time you re-dyed your hair, the bottom of the tub was stained purple for a week.
You scoff and respond with, “R'oo xovzm rg dsvm R'n wlmv. (I'll clean it when I'm done.)”
He hums out a response.
You run your fingers through your hair to get the rest of the dye out.
Before Mikhail could leave, you got the courage to offer, “Ru blf mvevi dzmg gl gib rg, R droo hglk zhprmt. (If you never want to try it, I will stop asking.)”
Almost a minute of silence passed. You almost thought he just left you in here.
But then he responds, “I never said that.”
You smile in excitement to yourself behind the shower curtain.
“Gsvm xzm dv- (Then can we-)”
“Not tonight.”
Eventually, the night you never thought would come, had arrived.
Mikhail approached you one evening, awkwardly handing you a mushroom. You gave him a slightly concerned look before popping it into your mouth.
These days, handing each other a mushroom is basically saying ‘we need to talk’. It gives you a little bit of anxiety despite not knowing what needed to be discussed.
“Ziv blf lpzb? (Are you okay?)” You ask, worried something was wrong.
Mikhail looks away, rubbing the back of his neck as he mutters, “I want to have sex.”
You blink at that. Then you smile and let out a soft laugh before asking more playfully, “Gszg'h rg? Blf dzmg nv gl wl hlnv wrigb gzoprmt rm Ifhhrzm ztzrm? (That's it? You want me to do some dirty talking in Russian again?)”
Leave it to Mikhail to feel the need to formally announce his desires to you.
His eyes flick over to you and he quietly responds, “Wait.”
So you do. You’re sitting in silence, trying to come up with some dirty things to say to make Mikhail melt from your words alone. Let’s see… Calling him daddy is an absolute no, it actually turns him off pretty quickly. Compliments are usually a safe place to go. Yeah, Mikhail likes it when you tell him how excited you are for his cock. Let’s go with that.
“Misha, I can’t wait for your big-”
“Blf xzm ufxp nv glmrtsg. (You can fuck me tonight.)”
You immediately shut up. You shut up so fast your teeth clack together audibly from you closing your mouth. Your eyes widen and you have to take a moment to process.
He said it with an almost forced casualness to it.
“You… you want me to…?” You ask weakly, almost not believing your own ears.
Mikhail isn’t looking at you, instead he stares at the wall as if he were talking to it. He does that when he’s nervous sometimes. You don’t take it personally.
“Blf xzm kfg rg rm ru blf dzmg, (You can put it in if you want,)” He reiterates quietly.
It’s too good to be true. It’s not even your birthday or anniversary or anything.
“Do you want me to?” You ask, needing to be sure.
Mikhail scoffs and runs a hand through his short hair.
“Blf dzmg gl. (You want to.)”
You frown and ask again, “Yes, but only if you want to. Otherwise, I would rather go with the usual.”
Mikhail’s nose wrinkles at the end there. Maybe you shouldn’t have worded it that way. You didn’t mean to make it seem like you were bored of having sex with him. You never would be if it’s with him.
You backtrack, “Not that I don’t like our usual! I do, I really do. I love it, actually.”
Before you could continue to ramble, Mikhail stops you by sighing and saying, “R dzmg gl gib rg. (I want to try it.)”
You lower your hands, which were moving along with your words a moment ago. Your shoulders relax, but a new feeling flows through your blood. Excitement.
You smile, trying to look seductive, but it probably came across more like someone getting a Christmas present they were waiting for.
You take Mikhail’s hands and give them a little squeeze before you lean down to kiss his cheek.
“I’ll make it so good for you. So good that you’ll want to do it again,” You whisper before kissing his lips.
Mikhail doesn’t respond to your words, but he does respond to your kiss. He kisses you back and you let go of one of his hands to cup his cheek.
Oh, you can’t wait.
Moments later, the two of you were in your shared bedroom. You draw the curtains closed and look over your shoulder at where Mikhail was taking his clothes off. He wasn’t looking at you, but you were definitely looking at him.
Mikhail was delicious. His body was lean, but not too soft or too hard. A comfortable pillow for you at times. There were different scars around his body that were interesting to look at. Mikhail doesn’t like talking about his past at all, so you don’t ask about them. But you like to kiss them, leave new marks over them like you’ve reclaimed them. Mikhail shivers when you do that.
You follow suit and begin removing your own clothes. Oh yes, now Mikhail was looking at you. That man was always pretending he wasn’t looking at you from the corner of his eye, but it’s obvious to you now.
He moves in on you a moment later, unable to control himself. His hands go to your hips and he squeezes. He leans in and kisses along your neck. You let out a soft breath and wrap your arms around him.
You were a bit self-conscious of your body at times. You thought your body shape wasn’t attractive. Too soft in places that shouldn’t be on a man.
But you never felt that way around Mikhail. He was obsessed with those parts you doubted. He couldn’t keep his hands off of them. And in the bedroom, he couldn’t keep his mouth off them either. You’re surprised you don’t have permanent bitemarks somewhere around there.
God, you love him.
But tonight, it’s you leading the charge.
You slowly walk him back to the bed and push him down. Then you give him a little wink and crawl on top of him.
His hands move to your ass and you lean down to kiss along his jaw. You move your hand down to begin stroking him to hardness as you nip his earlobe.
Then you whisper, “How do you want to be tonight?”
Mikhail was already groaning from you stroking his cock agonizingly slow. He was thrusting subtly into your hand. It wasn’t as subtle as he probably thought it was.
He turns his head away and answers, slightly flustered, “Sldvevi'h vzhrvhg... lm nb hglnzxs kilyzyob, (However's easiest... on my stomach probably.)”
You hum at that and give his balls a little squeeze, causing him to hiss.
Fuck, this will be fun.
“Okay, but promise me you’ll turn your head so I can see your beautiful face, Misha,” You say lowly, smirking to yourself as you knew the effect your words would have.
Mikhail shudders under you. He doesn't verbally agree to your request, but you knew he’d try.
You get off of Mikhail so he could turn around onto his stomach. You smile at the sight of his tight ass. You swear he has to be squatting a lot at work to get his ass like that. You run your hand over one of the globes of his ass before you give it a little smack.
Mikhail jolts a little and buries his face in the pillow, groaning.
You laugh silently to yourself and reach over for the end table, grabbing the bottle of lube.
You rub his ass with your free hand where you just smacked. You were already rock hard against his thigh from the anticipation alone.
“I just told you I wanted to look at your face, jerk” You complain before giving him a little smack again.
You lean in and kiss along his shoulder blade. Then you whisper, “would you like me to put on some music?”
You figured maybe Mikhail would feel a little more comfortable if the room wasn’t completely silent while he got ready to take cock for the first time.
His head turns and he says, “Qfhg mlg blfi hsrggb qzaa. (Just not your shitty jazz.)”
You smack his ass again at that, making him jolt again.
You then got off the bed, commenting as you walked to the dresser, “My jazz tapes aren’t shitty. Your taste in music is just trash. Like your drink choices.”
He gives you what was probably a rude gesture in Russian culture. You roll your eyes and turn to the boombox on top of the dresser. You put in some soft rock the both of you like. Then you go back to the bed where your prize awaits.
You take the bottle of lube you set aside and pop the cap open. You spread some on your fingers and rub them together.
You bite your lip as you look down at your partner lying there for you.
“Need a moment? Or are you ready?” You ask.
He grumbles and looks away again as he replies, “Qfhg tvg rg levi drgs. (Just get it over with.)”
You frown and ask, “Can I have some more enthusiasm?”
You want to make sure he actually wants this, not just doing it for you.
The tips of his ears turn pink and he shifts a bit, getting more comfortable.
“Kovzhv, (Please,)” He says softly.
You smile again and sit on the backs of his legs. You know he could feel how hard you were against him. You bring your fingers slowly between his cheeks, stroking gently against his hole. You resisted the urge to react when you felt it clench a little tighter.
“Relax for me, Misha,” You mutter softly.
Mikhail was looking at the wall to the side of him. His face was getting more pink by the minute. He lets out a shaky breath and forces his body to get less tense.
You lean down and kiss behind his ear, still rubbing with your finger between his cheeks.
“Tell me if you want me to stop or slow down, okay?” You whisper.
You want to make sure everything is right. You want Mikhail’s first time doing this to be perfect.
He grunts in acknowledgement, too flustered to reply to you with words. You’ll take it.
You push your index finger inside of him, kissing his shoulder again as you did so. Mikhail tries to be quiet, but you hear that little noise in his throat. That whimper.
You wait for any sign of intense discomfort. All you got so far was that noise. So, you continue.
You push your finger in deeper before pulling it back and then back in slowly, steadily. You keep kissing Mikhail’s skin wherever you could reach it while you finger him.
You then push in your middle finger to join it. Mikhail lets out a shaky exhale.
“Relax, my love. Don’t tense up again,” You encourage softly.
Mikhail’s head turns a bit to look at your face better then grumbles, “Dvoo, blf'iv mlg gsv lmv drgs urmtvih rm srh zhhslov. (Well, you're not the one with fingers in his asshole.)”
You snort a laugh and nip his shoulder.
“I have fingers and much more in my asshole pretty often thanks to you,” You comment back playfully.
Mikhail groans in response. Or maybe he groaned because you chose then to curl your fingers. Yeah, the way his eyelashes just fluttered told you it was that.
“Does that feel good?” You tease.
Mikhail then tries to elbow you, which you dodge by holding his arm down.
“Did it?” You ask, more seriously this time.
He closes his eyes and admits in a whisper, “Bvh. (Yes.)”
You curl your fingers again, and Mikhail’s body shudders under you. A gasp left your partner’s lips.
You do it again, and use the opportunity to slip a third finger inside. Mikhail let out this moan that you know would have had you coming if you were fully inside of him. Fuck.
Your cock twitches against his thigh as you twist your fingers to get to loosening him.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Misha. Fuck, I’m so happy you’re letting me do this. You’re perfect and I’ll be so good for you,” You mutter your praises, unable to stop your thoughts from flowing from your lips.
Mikhail’s hand grips the sheets as his eyes squeeze shut. His breathing was heavier and you felt him clench around your fingers.
You pause, hoping this was a good reaction and not one of discomfort. You got your answer when he shot you a confused look as to why you’ve stopped.
Oh, this might be up there as one of the best nights of your life.
You pull your fingers out gently and shift yourself up. You grab the lube again and begin to coat your length. You shiver at the stimulation. You’re going to have to take it slow for your own sake.
You take hold of yourself and press until you feel his hole once again.
“Ready, Misha?” You ask, breathless as you stare down at him. All of him.
Mikhail pauses for a second. Then he nods against the pillow.
You inhale and push slowly, but firmly until you feel the tip breach that tight ring of muscle. You let out a sharp gasp and hold yourself there. Mikhail choked out against the pillow.
You push in a little more, and Mikhail lets out another choked noise, his hands tightening in the sheets.
You stop about halfway in, for both your own sake and Mikhail’s. You let out a shaky moan and resist looking at where you’ve breached Mikhail. You want him to cum before you.
“Let me know when you feel more comfortable. I know it’s a lot,” You breathe out, rubbing Mikhail’s hip soothingly.
Below you, Mikhail had his eyes closed tightly still. Then he spoke, in a tone that was almost another whimper, “Blf uvvo ivzoob yrt, (You feel really big,)”
“Okay, stop talking, Misha,” You say quickly in response to that.
If he keeps talking like that… oh boy.
After a moment, Mikhail shifts under you and mumbles, “Xlmgrmfv, (Continue,)”
You begin to push in the rest of that way. You hold onto his hips for stability.
“Yes, sir,” You reply with a low voice, smiling as you do so.
You let out a soft groan as you went as far as you could. Mikhail clenched around you and you held onto his hips a little tighter in response. Mikhail let out another shuddering breath, his eyes opening to half-lidded.
Then you drew out halfway before pushing back in, starting to begin a steady rhythm that had you biting your tongue.
Mikhail let out another shaky groan and moved his hand to hold the headboard instead.
“Ufxp, Levani, (Fuck, Levani,)” Came from his lips.
That caused you to begin thrusting faster. You shifted, laying over him again as you held him and moved in and out. Fuck, he felt so good. He was squeezing around you, making your vision blur in the edges.
“You like this? Does my cock feel good, Misha? You have to tell me,” You begged softly into his ear.
It caused Mikhail to let out a sob of what sounded like pure pleasure. He turned his head to meet your eyes. You kissed the corner of his lips as you pushed in deep.
“Tlw, ufxp! Bvzs, rg’h tllw. Ufxp, hl tllw, (God, fuck! Yeah, it’s good. Fuck, so good,)” Mikhail replied, his voice getting higher pitched towards the end of his words.
You picked up the pace again, really fucking into him now. You smile both from the pleasure and the noises Mikhail keeps making. God he’s so quiet everywhere except in bed. It’s so hot to you.
The two of you were practically spooning on your sides now as you held his hip still while you thrusted into him. Then you moved that hand to stroke his stiff cock instead. It twitches in your hand with each thrust.
You bite on Mikhail’s shoulder before kissing it again. Mikhail is clenching and squirming in your arms. He’s close.
“You’ll let me fuck you again sometime? You take it so well, that it’d be a shame if you didn’t. Oh, God… you’re really the most amazing man I’ve ever met,” You mutter as you continue to ravish Mikhail, unable to stop yourself from begging for more as you sing his praises.
He just nods as he pants and lets out those moans freely now. Mikhail must have forgotten his pride from the pleasure. You’re proud that you could do that to him. You can’t get enough.
You then bury yourself deep and hold it there as you stoke him quicker with your hand.
He lets out another choked moan as he throws his head back, narrowly missing giving you a bloody nose. You work him through his orgasm as you thrust out and in again. Once, twice, three times before you lose yourself too.
Right inside him. Oops.
You hold still as your body overcomes the waves of pleasure running through you. You stroke him slowly until he begins to soften in your hand. You’re panting in his ear. He lets out a shaky breath.
Then you let go and gently pull out. The sight of your fluids leaving him almost makes you want to thrust right back inside.
Mikhail rolls onto his back and stares up at you. His hair was sticking up from the sweat and he looked worn out. You give him a soft smile as you lean down to kiss his lips.
“Was that, uh, okay, Misha?” You ask hesitantly.
He replies by grabbing you by your hair and forcing your mouths together again. You let out a pained groan against his lips before pulling away.
“Okay, sheesh, I got it,” You reply with a soft laugh.
He pulls you down on top of him and he lazily kisses your head.
“Gszg dzh rmhzmv, (That was insane,)” He grumbles against your hair as you bury your face in his chest.
He knows how much you love to cuddle after sex.
You let out that giggly-sounding laugh and kiss his chest.
“Yeah? Well, I hope you liked it as much as I did.”
He only responds with a quiet, “R olev blf, Levani. (I love you, Levani.)”
Oh yes, he definitely enjoyed himself. You can tell from affection in his voice and the little patterns his finger was tracing on your back.
“I love you too, Misha. Endlessly and forever.”
“Vmwovhhob zmw ulivevi. (Endlessly and forever,)” He agrees with a yawn.