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"You're ridiculous." Mikhail chuckled, pulling Ilia in for another kiss. Tongues overlapping and hands roaming each other's bodies, Mikhail's hand settling on Ilia's waist, which he squeezed. Pulling Ilia on top of him and into his lap, Ilia's fingers tangling through Mikhail's brown locks.
"You're so pretty," Ilia whispered, separating himself from Mikhail and instead started trailing open-mouthed kisses to Mikhail's neck. "So so pretty," Ilia whispered onto his skin and Mikhail shivered at the feeling, letting out a small choked moan.
Mikhail desperately pulling Ilia closer, chests now touching as Mikhail moved his legs so he was caging Ilia between them, right on his lap.
"Can I?" Ilia asked a second later, biting down on Mikhail's neck with more force than before.
"sure." Mikhail let out, breath heavy as he felt Ilia bite down on his neck, sucking the skin afterwards before biting down once again and this time Mikhail openly moaned. One of his hands tightening on Ilia's waist while the other settled on Ilia's hair, fisting his hair as Ilia pulled back to observe his work on Mikhail's neck. Pupils blown out wide as he tenderly moved a hand towards Mikhail's neck, his fingers grazing the reddened skin. A smile playing on Ilia's lips as he did so, Mikhail's ears burning. Oh, this was definitely going to be visible tomorrow yet Mikhail found himself not caring at all as he pulled Ilia in by the hair, Ilia letting out a whine at that, and slotting their lips back together.
"Fuck," Mikhail moaned, Ilia smiling and leaning back in, kisses turning messy as they practically tried eating each other out, moans and whimpers alike filling the air. "Fuck." Mikhail murmured again as he felt Ilia move down on his neck again, sucking and biting down on his skin, definitely leaving even more marks behind and Mikhail simply let him. Heart beating fast in his chest and he was sure Ilia could hear it from close they were. "...ilia" He tugged at Ilia's hair, Ilia stopping with a whine and looking back at Mikhail.
"I love you" Ilia breathed out, breaths coming out short as he leaned down again, pushing Mikhail's shirt up as he tried kissing down on Mikhail's chest. Mikhail pulling Ilia away again by the hair, this time Ilia frowning in confusion before Mikhail quickly moved his arms, taking off his shirt and pulling on Ilia's shirt afterwards. Ilia eagerly nodding as Mikhail pulled it over Ilia's head before Ilia launched himself into Mikhail again. Kisses trailing from up his jaw and down to his stomach as Mikhail squirmed underneath him, the grip on Ilia's waist and hair tight as Ilia kept biting down him, clearly on a mission.
"Ilyusha" Mikhail moaned after a particular bite and Ilia chuckled against him, Mikhail feeling it vibrate through his skin and he shivered at the feeling.
Ilia settling on kissing down on Mikhail's abdomen, lowering Mikhail's sweatpants a bit to kiss him lower and Mikhail whimpered beneath him, cheeks burning at the sound he had made. Yet his embarrassment was short lived as Ilia moved even lower, taking Mikhail's crotch in his mouth through his sweatpants and all Mikhail could do was gasp at the sensation. Ilia giving him a quick smirk before doing the same thing again, Mikhail's pants getting soaked from both Ilia's mouth and his own pre-cum.
"Ilia." He choked out, trying to get Ilia off yet Ilia only gave him and determined look and kept sucking through Mikhail's clothing. Gods, Mikhail back arched from the bed. "Ilyusha" He moaned, tugging at Ilia's hair with more effort and this time Ilia pulled away, eyes slightly unfocused and full of want as he looked back at Mikhail who swallowed at the sight. Not missing a beat Mikhail reached for his pants, Ilia helping him as he pulled them down alongside his boxers. Exhaling a sight of relief at the feeling of his hard-on being free yet it wasn't for long as seconds later, Ilia dived back in, taking most of Mikhail in his mouth. "Ilia." Mikhail's back arched from the bed, grip tightening more on Ilia's hair.
"Yeah?" Ilia smiled through a mouthful of Mikhail's dick and Mikhail simply moaned back. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Ilia chuckled before going back to his task. Mouth moving up and down on Mikhail's dick, sucking him and Mikhail was seeing stars. Gods, Ilia and his damn oral fixation.
"Ilia." Mikhail desperately tugged at Ilia's hair again, abdomen tightening as he was getting closer and closer with every lick and suck Ilia gave him. "I am gonna-" Mikhail tried again, pulling harder at Ilia's hair who finally looked at him, still sucking.
"Then cum" Ilia simply answered and Mikhail was done for, immediately spilling down Ilia's throat who simply swallowed every single drop. Continuing to suck on Mikhail's dick even when Mikhail had stopped cumming. Mikhail pulling Ilia away by the hair with a popping sound, his dick sensitive from his previous orgasm. Ilia like the devil he was licking his lips before leaning back in for a kiss.
"Can you loosen your grip on my hair?" Ilia winced out seconds later, parting from Mikhail's lips and Mikhail did so. Just now realizing how tight his grip had gotten.
"Sorry." He murmured, kissing Ilia again. "Did I hurt you?" He asked and Ilia simply shook his head, diving back for another kiss. Afterwards lowering his body so his groin was rubbing with Mikhail's. Mikhail feeling electric sparks pass through him every time Ilia slightly changed his angle. He was still spend from his previous orgasm yet filled with want and lust as he was after a few more brushes of their groins he was already growing hard again.
His realization making him completely lose how frantic Ilia was moving against him, whimpering as he dry humped against Mikhail, clearly trying to chase his own high. "Ilia." He let out, Ilia's eyes closed and browns furrowed in concentration as he moved up and down Mikhail's lap before Mikhail placed a hand on Ilia's chest, pushing him away just as Ilia's moves became even more frantic. Ilia immediately whining at the loss of contact. His dick throbbing due to his edging.
"Mish." He whimpered against Mikhail's lips and Mikhail leaned in, commenting their lips and getting a tight grip on Ilia's hip and waist so he couldn't move against him. Ilia still whining from time to time in his mouth as the tight feeling in his abdomen starting to fade away. "You're cruel" Ilia complained between kisses and Mikhail pulled away to observe a pouting Ilia looking at him. Lips bitten raw and puffy from all the kissing, cheeks completely flushed, the red on his cheeks contradicting with his pale skin complexion and his long hair already a mess, slightly tangled and sticking in all directions as drop of sweat rolled down his temple. Mikhail making a mental note right then and there to wash and detangle Ilia's hair himself as he started grazing Ilia's back, a small smirk on his lips as he did and Ilia raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Ilia tried chuckling but it came out way more breathless than he wanted it due to the intense of Mikhail's stare.
"You're gorgeous." He caressed Ilia's cheek with his hand as Ilia's cheeks burned even more, Mikhail wasn't even sure that could happen. "Etheral really." Mikhail hummed to himself.
"Shut up." Ilia hit Mikhail's shoulder playfully. "I look like a mess." Ilia looked away, a small chuckle escaping him as he did so.
And Mikhail might go to hell for thinking like that yet he couldn't help but think that was the most pretty Ilia had ever looked and he voiced as much. Ilia dropping his head on Mikhail's shoulder, all of his previous bravado gone, as he murmured a quiet, "you can't say stuff like that."
"But it's true." Mikhail hummed, placing a gentle kiss on Ilia's hair before tangling his hand in it again, trying to run his fingers through yet constantly finding himself with another know he tried to detangle, earning some complains from Ilia when he pulled a little bit too much. Damn, his hair was tangled.
"It's fine." Ilia let out a few moments later, raising his head from where it rested on Mikhail's shoulder. "Leave it. I will deal with it later." Ilia murmured and Mikhail nodded. They were going to deal with it later, Mikhail noted to himself. It was his own fault to begin with and if everything was going to go as Mikhail was hoping it would Ilia's hair was only going to get even messier yet he voiced none of that as he started trailing kisses down Ilia's neck. Ilia shadering from on top of him.
"Mish." Ilia moaned, gripping Mikhail's shoulder for leverage. "Mish." He whimpered when Mikhail bite down his neck. "Mish, please." He whined, Mikhail ignoring him as he kept trailing kisses up and down his neck. Ilia practically losing it, he had been edge minutes later for the love of gods how much could he handle. "Mishanya" he moaned, voice cracking mid away through and Mikhail simply chuckled.
"Ilyusha." He grinned, moving his hand down and palming Ilia's dick through his pants, Ilia immediately wincing at the sudden contact. "You like that?" He asked as he moved his hand up and down Ilia's dick, Ilia nodding frantically as he kept moaning. "Use your words, love."
"I am so hard." Ilia choked out and Mikhail giggled.
"I can tell." Ilia immediately threw him a betrayed look that was interrupted as Mikhail moved his hand again, Ilia moaning and looking away.
"Please." Ilia moaned again, a single tear falling down Ilia's cheek that Mikhail wiped.
"Come on, off." Mikhail instructed, pulling Ilia's pants and boxers down in one swift movement throwing them across the room as Ilia immediately fell on top of him, grinding down on him. Both moaning when their dicks touched, Ilia moving his hips as he moaned,
"I want to ride you so bad." Ilia said, locking eyes with Mikhail as he did so, and Mikhail let out a whimper slip at that. "Please." Ilia moved his hips again, both moaning again.
"Fuck me." Mikhail let out instead, more straightforward than he had first anticipated to and Ilia immediately stopped dead in his tracks. Eyes blown wide as he looked at Mikhail, pupils delating even more to the point Mikhail could hardly see the blue he was accustomed to seeing anymore.
"Yes?" Ilia asked, his voice betraying his eagerness and Mikhail chuckled.
"Yes." He nodded, the moment the words left his mouth Ilia launched himself back on Mikhail's lips. Kisses turning feverish and messy as Ilia kept grinding down on Mikhail before his kisses started trailing down on Mikhail's body. Kisses finally finding his abdomen that Ilia sucked a love bite on before moving to his inner thighs doing the same thing when Mikhail pulled on Ilia's hair. Ilia giving back a smile that made Mikhail chuckle before Ilia kissed him again on the lips.
"Do you want me to turn you over?" Ilia asked, wetting his lip as he played with Mikhail's strands of hair, trying to not let any nervousness show.
Mikhail shook his head, "wanna see you."
"Alright." Ilia exhaled, breath coming out shaky as he leaned in for another kiss. "Wait, I got it." Ilia murmured when they parted reaching for the lube and condoms from a bottom self in his nightstand. Throwing them on the bed before he settled back, kissing and sucking on Mikhail's neck.
"Relax." Mikhail murmured, petting Ilia's hair.
"I am." Ilia murmured back, Mikhail sighing before he moved one of his hand and placed it under Ilia's chin. Titling his head up and kissing him, Ilia sighing into the kiss.
"It's just you and me." Mikhail reminded him and Ilia gave a sheepish smile, giving Mikhail another kiss before he nodded more confidently this time.
"Tell me if I hurt you or... Just tell me" Ilia murmured, pulling away and settling between Mikhail's legs. Mikhail seeing Ilia squeeze the lube and pour a generous amount in his fingers, warming it up in his fingers before looking back at Mikhail.
"Go on." Mikhail nodded, heart beating in his chest as he saw Ilia smile at him before reaching down, Ilia's first finger sliding through up until his knuckle. Mikhail taking a sharp breath when a few seconds later Ilia pushed the finger all way through.
"Good?" Ilia looked away from his finger inside Mikhail's body and instead looked up to his face.
"Yea-" Mikhail cut himself off when Ilia suddenly pumped his finger in and out, slowly but steadily settling a rhythm as Mikhail moaned. Ilia pumping his fingers a few more times before Mikhail spoke. "More." He let out breathless and Ilia nodded, slowly adding a second finger and pumping. Scissoring him as Mikhail moaned, opening him up before Mikhail moaned another "more" and now Ilia was pumping three fingers in and out of Mikhail. Ilia slightly changing his angle and- "ilia" Mikhail's back arched, a tear falling down his cheek.
"Found it." Ilia smiled so ridiculously proud that Mikhail couldn't help but laugh, Ilia ignoring him as he pumped his fingers back in hitting that spot and Mikhail shivered again.
"You can go on." Mikhail let out seconds later,
"You sure?" Ilia asked, fingers hitting Mikhail's spot again.
"yes" Mikhail whimpered. And Ilia nodded, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. "Ew" Mikhail complained pulling a grimace as Ilia stopped his movements for a second before laughing.
"Next time I will make sure to wipe it on you." Ilia smiled as he leaned in, capturing Mikhail's lips in a kiss. Gods, he just loved kissing Mikhail, he could spend hours just doing that and only that, and he was certain he was never going to get tired of it.
"Try it, I dare you." Mikhail raised an eyebrow and Ilia simply rolled his eyes, leaving another quick peck at Mikhail's lips before pulling away again.
Ilia afterwards grabbing the condom and fumbling with the packaging for a few seconds. Mikhail laughing at that, "shut up." Ilia murmured, cheeks heating up as he tried again.
"Let me-" Mikhail tried sitting up to help just when Ilia managed to open the package. Mikhail flopping back down on the bed as he observed Ilia putting it on, hands slightly shaking as he did so. Moving to get the lube and spread another generous amount on his cock, stroking himself a few time before he settled on top of Mikhail again. Lips inches apart and Mikhail could feel every single of Ilia's slightly shaky breaths on his lips. "If it helps I am nervous too." Mikhail chuckled quite awkwardly yet it looked like it did the trick as Ilia's previously tense shoulders loosened just a tiny bit.
"I don't..." Ilia exhaled. "I want to do this I am just..." Ilia trailed off, his eyes tracking his bedroom's walls.
"Nervous?" Mikhail provided and Ilia shook his head before stopping and frowning.
"That too but also..." Mikhail caressed Ilia's cheek with his right hand. "Scared." Ilia admitted, looking back at Mikhail. "I don't want to hurt you and-"
"You won't." Mikhail said with such conviction it had Ilia stop dead in his tracks.
"You don't know that." Ilia shook his head.
"I know you."
"Just promise-"
"If anything bothers me I will tell you." Mikhail smiled up at Ilia. "Now can we pleas-"
"Promise?" Ilia asked, interlinking his hand with Mikhail's.
"I promise." Mikhail nodded and Ilia smiled back, moving to settled more comfortable as he positioned himself in front of Mikhail's entrance.
"Ready?" Ilia asked, locking eyes with Mikhail.
"Yes." Mikhail nodded, hand tightening in Ilia's as Ilia slowly starting pushing in, his other hand settling on the back of Ilia's head, hand fisting Ilia's hair.
"There we go." Ilia exhaled, breathless as he pushed in deeper. Mikhail moaning at the feeling, it was felt so good yet also so tight and slightly uncomfortable Mikhail had to admit. Tugging at Ilia's hair when Ilia made of move of going deeper.
"Wait-"
"Sorry-"
They both spoke at the same time and Ilia started chuckling, Mikhail following him seconds later.
"Relax, it helps." Ilia let out the moment their chuckling ceased.
"Easy to say." Mikhail said, still breathless. "You can move." He said a second later and Ilia pushed deeper, Mikhail whimpering as he tightened his grip on Ilia's hair.
"Easy, easy." Ilia let out, immediately stopping his movements. "Just a tiny bit more." Ilia said before, "also, Mish, your grip." Ilia winced.
"My wha-?" Mikhail frowned before he realized, loosening his fist on Ilia's hair, Ilia letting out a sigh of relief at that. "Sorry-"
"I am not really into hair pulling." Ilia awkwardly chuckled.
"I can move my hand." Immediately Mikhail let go of Ilia's hair.
"No, no." Ilia shook his head, hesitantly Mikhail placing it back where it was. "I didn't say that, just don't grip so hard."
"Alright." Mikhail pulled Ilia's head closer, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Move." He exhaled and Ilia did as much, finally bottoming out, thighs meeting as Ilia dropped his head onto Mikhail's shoulder. Groaning at how tight Mikhail was around him.
"Fuck" He moaned and Mikhail nodded back, letting out a whimper as Ilia slightly shifted. Mikhail tightened on instinct at that, Ilia hissing. "Mish, calm down. I am not moving." He breathed out, his breath grazing Mikhail's neck.
"Sorry. I feel the more you tell me to relax the more I freak out." Mikhail let out, an anxious and awkward chuckle escaping him as Ilia exhaled.
"Can I move?" Ilia asked a few moments later, lifting his head as he felt Mikhail loosen a bit around hin.
"Please" Mikhail breathed and Ilia slowly pulled out until only the tip was inside of Mikhail before thrusting back in. Both moaning when Ilia bottomed out, Mikhail's legs instinctively wrapping around Ilia's waist. "How were you so normal about this last time-?" Mikhail moaned as Ilia repeated what he had just done.
"Normal?" Ilia chuckled, thrusting back in again. "I was sobbing what are you talking about." I want sob right now too. "Like-"
"Ilia." Mikhail moaned, hand moving from Ilia's hair to his shoulders that he gripped, fingertips digging into his shoulder as Ilia hit that spot inside him that made him combust. "Gods, Ilia." Mikhail whimpered, nails dragging down Ilia's back as Ilia thrusted again.
"Mish-"
"Ilia-" Mikhail pulled on Ilia's back, lips crashing against Ilia's as Ilia sighed, Mikhail definitely leaving marks on Ilia's back as he kept scratching yet Ilia looked unbothered by it. Instead he was focused on setting a good rhythm and thrusting in at the right angle. "I am going to cum so quickly." Mikhail chuckled awkwardly, this was embarrassing.
"Yeah. Me too." Ilia chuckled back, a tear falling down his cheek as he thrusted back in. His thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic by the second.
"Ilyusha." Mikhail moaned, legs tightening around Ilia's as he tried pulling Ilia impossible closer, nails digging into Ilia's back as Ilia dropped his head on Mikhail's shoulder, tears now falling freely.
"Mish, I am so close." He moaned, his hand tightening in Mikhail's own and Mikhail squeezed back just as tight.
"I know, am too." Mikhail moaned back as Ilia kept thrusting into him, his pace turning unbearable frantic and Mikhail felt tears picking at his eyes. "Fuck." He swore, a groan leaving his mouth, this was so fast. And Mikhail wanted to both tell Ilia to go even faster and stop all together instead a sob escaped him and Ilia's head immediately shot up. Stopping dead in his track and Mikhail whined, moving his hips to try and not lose the pace they had already set.
"Did I hurt you-?" Ilia asked, eyes glassy from his own crying and Mikhail shook his head, hips still moving.
"No." Mikhail shook his head again. "Ilia, don't stop." Mikhail whimpered and Ilia slowly nodded, leaning down and capturing Mikhail's lips as he started thrusting back in. Moments later his thrusts reaching their previous speed. Mouths still close as they practically breathed into each other's mouths, too far gone to even kiss.
"I... I am gonna... Ilia" Mikhail whimpered, tightening around Ilia and arching his back before he cummed harder than he ever had in his whole life. Eyes slightly rolling up as he practically collapsed down the pillows. Ilia following him into his own orgasm as he felt Mikhail tighten around with a choked out, "Mish."
Ilia riding out their orgasms, trying not to collapse on top of Mikhail when Mikhail pushed on Ilia's chest, his dick hurting as Ilia kept going and he imagined Ilia was feeling the same as he immediately stopped his thrusts. Bottoming out one last time as they both whimpered at the feeling before Ilia pulled out.
Immediately standing up from the bed to grab tissues from the bathroom and Mikhail was left staring after him as he moved around the door. Legs clearly shaking and Mikhail didn't even want to imagine walking right now.
"Hi." Mikhail chuckled when Ilia settled next to him again, disposing of the condom as he cleaned himself up, doing the same thing to Mikhail afterwards.
"Hi." Ilia smiled back when he finished throwing the tissue away before collapsing into the bed. Head falling on Mikhail's chest as he tangled his leg with Mikhail.
"We should shower." Mikhail hummed a second later, an arm wrapping around Ilia's waist and Ilia hummed, eyes half open. "Your hair will need some serious detangling." He continued, trying to run his fingers through Ilia's hair who immediately winced as he stumbled upon a knot. Ilia simply hummed again. "And your back is all scratched up" Mikhail realized out loud as he stared at Mikhail's clear nail lines across Ilia's back.
"Hmmm." Ilia replied, closing his eyes as Mikhail kept talking.
"How did that not hurt?" Mikhail frowned, his hand reaching to touch the scratches before pulling away unsure if it would hurt even more.
"It did." Ilia whispered, hiding his face in Mikhail's chest.
"What!?"
"Hardly." Ilia clarified. "I mean I felt it and it did slightly hurt at times." Ilia shrugged and turned to look at Mikhail who looked guilty as ever and Ilia had to bite him lip. "I liked it alright? You're fine." He admitted and Mikhail's face visible relaxing. Afterwards immediately turning teasing and Ilia groaned for what was coming.
"So you don't want your hair pulled yet you are fine with being skinned alive, gotcha." Mikhail hummed, and Ilia rolled his eyes, still smiling.
"Skinned alive." He huffed.
"This is definitely going to at least sting while you shower and get dressed."
"It's not." Ilia huffed and hesitantly Mikhail tried running his fingers across the lines, Ilia immediately wincing and pulling away.
"It's not." Mikhail mimicked Ilia's voice and Ilia immediately pouted. "Damn, I didn't mean for them to be so deep." Mikhail gave back an apologetic smile.
"It's fine." Ilia shrugged before turning serious. "just don't even try doing something similar with my hair."
"I am definitely getting you a cream." Mikhail hummed to himself before chuckling. "You and your damn hair."
"Hey, do you know how long I take to style it!" Ilia huffed, offended.
"Do you know how long this is going to take to detangle?" Mikhail shot back and Ilia rolled his eyes again.
"It's not that bad." Ilia huffed and when he saw Mikhail reaching his hand towards his hair he immediately spoke, "don't." He swatted Mikhail's hand away.
"Ilia." Mikhail chuckled, Ilia feeling Mikhail's chest vibrate underneath him.
"This it tomorrow Ilia's problem." Ilia murmured, closing his eyes, already having fought exhaustion for way too long.
"We will figure it out." Mikhail settled on and Ilia hummed already being lured into sleep. Mikhail following him shortly afterwards.