Returning (Evgeni and Zakhar)

Zakhar smirked when he was yanked down.

He dropped to his knees obediently, bowing his head to run his tongue up the older man's thigh slowly.

"Just think how amazing this would be if you felt the buzz of a shock while I was doing this."

Zakhar gave a low purr as his lips parted around Evgeni's member, drawing him into his mouth.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the wet tongue trailing up the inside of his thigh, widening his stance a little.

He moaned quietly as Zakhar took him inside his mouth, hips jerking forwards eagerly. Something about the man's words made his legs tremble in remembrance of the shock, the weakness, the pain...

It would have felt amazing. But he never would have admitted it. He would have hated it, he had convinced himself of it.

Zakhar stroked Ev's thighs gently as he sucked him.

He was so tempted to reach into his pocket and pull out the remote. Shock him and show him how pleasurable it could be. Crude estim but estim nonetheless.

His teeth raked gently along the older Lycan's shaft.

He purred deep in his chest as his head began to bob.

Another low groan slipped from his lips as teeth raked over his skin, hips jolting against the man's mouth.

His hips began to rock a little faster, head falling back against the window with a whimper. Wait... window...

He was pressed up against the window?! Evgeni tried to crane his neck to check that nobody was outsite, nobody could see them, but he couldn't see properly. If anybody out there looked up at that moment, they would see...

"Let's move." he muttered, trying to move away from the window.

Zakhar chuckled softly, pulling away from the Lycan as he tried to move.

"No. I'm quite happy here." He pushed Evgeni back against the window with a little smirk. He was happy here, sucking off the older man for anyone to see if they looked up.

Zakhar took him in his mouth again, bobbing his head.

Hopefully someone saw and was enjoying this little show.

"Zudnik." he growled as he was pushed back against the window. But he didn't attempt to move again.

With his hands free, he could quite easily have shoved Zakhar out of the way and moved, but it felt good, and he was enjoying the opportunity to have a bit of power over Zakhar for a change.

But he could feel a prickly sensation up the back of his neck, almost as if he were being watched. He might have been imagining it, but the thought sent a ripple of heat down his body and it... it was thrilling.

He let out a moan, hands fisting in the man's hair, coaxing him to move faster.

Zakhar purred, moving faster obediently.

His hands slid up to grip the older man's ass, squeezing it between his fingers with a purr.

Evgeni wasn't pushing him away, he wasn't running and hiding.

He was pressed back against the window bared to anyone to would glance their way, being sucked off like this.

He loved it.

Evgeni let out a sharp moan, legs spreading a little wider eagerly.

But he tensed a little as the man's hands moved to cup his cheeks, squirming away a little as his hips pressed upwards against Zakhar's mouth with a faint whimper.

He could guess what was coming next, and he didn't want to lose his dominance just yet. He was enjoying this.

Nothing changed. He merely continued to pleasure the man, squeezing his cheeks and bobbing his head.

Right now, he was focussed on giving him a blowjob. Nothing else.

He could dominate him later.

Right now he was too focussed on what he was doing.

He groaned lowly, relaxing against the man's hands slowly when Zakhar didn't do anything. The movements of his hips steadily started to speed up, his breaths becoming shorter pants, interspersed with soft moans.

His head lolled back against the windowframe, watching the outside world out of the corner of his eye nervously.

"Chuka."

He could feel himself drawing closer slowly, the familiar clenching at the pit of his stomach.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards around the older man's arousal.

He loved having this power over Evgeni. He loved being able to bring pleasure to him like this. Al Evgeni could do was lie back and take this.

His hands slid down to grasp the Bulgarian's thighs.

A loud purr broke out in his chest.

A shudder ran down his spine at the vibrations as the man began to purr, his hips giving a faint jerk.

He was so close. He just needed a little something to push him over the edge. But he wasn't going to ask for it. Just a little more...

Another quiet whine slipped from his lips, nails digging into the firm wood of the windowsill.

Zakhar mused over how he was going to push Evgeni over the edge silently as his head continued to move.

When an idea finally came to him, his eyes lit up.

Excellent.

With a hum, Zakhar reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote, pressing the first button with a little grin.

How well would Evgeni react to a little estim when he was so close to coming?

"Don't you dare use..."

His body jolted and shuddered as Zakhar pressed the button, his reactions intensified by arousal as his nails dug into the man's shoulder. His body twisted, jerking into the man's mouth as he came with a sharp cry.

His legs collapsed under his weight, sinking to his knees, whimpering softly.

"Asshole."

Zakhar pulled away when the man jerked, the man's release hitting his neck and chest rather than the back of his throat.

The younger man wasn't fond of semen. He'd always spit; never swallow.

"I've been told," he chuckled softly, grinning at the older man. He had been called an asshole more than once.

"You're cleaning this up." He wasn't overly fond of the feeling of semen running over his skin.

"You started this, you can clean yourself up." he growled half-heartedly.

He was trembling and weakened from his orgasm and he didn't feel like running around getting Zakhar cleaned up at the moment. The man shifted so that he was sitting more comfortably on the floor, eyes sliding closed for a moment as he relished the warm after-glow.

"Get a flannel or something."

Zakhar snorted. "No."

He leaned forwards, bracing his hands on the window either side of Evgeni's head as he leaned forwards so his soiled neck and chest was in line with Evgeni's face.

"You caused this. Clean it up."

The order was clear. Evgeni was to lick it up.

"No." he shot back firmly.

Zakhar was the one who had made the first move. Zakhar was the one who had volunteered to give him a blowjob. Of course Evgeni was going to come. It was only natural. And he wasn't going to allow Zakhar to punish him for something that he couldn't help.

Fumbling inside his bedside cabinet, he emerged with some tissue, throwing it at the man. Zakhar could look after himself. He was a big boy, after all.

Zakhar gave a tut, hand shooting out to grasp the Bulgarian's curly hair, yanking him down so his lips were at his throat.

"I said. Clean. It. Up."

He had given an order, he expected it to be followed.

Evgeni wouldn't get his hair back until he had cleaned the Russian's skin of his semen.

"Get off."

He twisted against the hand in his hair, hissing a little at the pain. His hands clutched at Zakhar's wrists as he attempted to pry him away from his hair, snarling.

A resigned sigh sounded as he gave up fighting and leaned in. His tongue lapped over the man's skin, nose crinkling a little at the taste. He hated doing this. The taste, he could deal with, but being made to do this was degrading.

And he couldn't stand being degraded.

But he continued to lap the skin hesitantly, tongue trailing a line down the man's neck and chest until it was all gone.

"Clean it up," was his calm reply to the growled order.

He wasn't letting go until Evgeni did as he was told. And even then he probably wouldn't just let him go. That wasn't fun.

His eyes slid shut when the older man's tongue lapped over his skin, cleaning it up.

Zakhar gave a low hum as he kept him in place even after he had finished.

He growled, scrabbling at the man's arms as he tried to get free. This wasn't fair... he had done it. His nails drove harshly into the skin, breaking it as he sank his teeth deeply into the side of the man's neck.

Evgeni could feel the blood bubbling up under his teeth and nails, but he didn't let go, only tightening his jaw.

He wouldn't let go until Zakhar did.

Zakhar groaned when the teeth sank into his neck.

"I thought you didn't want sex with me, Evgeni," he chuckled softly, grip tightening almost painfully on the older man's hair.

For most people, a rough bite wouldn't be an invitation for sex, but Zakhar wasn't most people. He liked it rough and any rough treatment he got was an invitation to sex.

His other hand slid down Evgeni's back to grasp a cheek again.

His jaws tightened even further as his cheek was grabbed, feeling them sink deeply into the flesh and giving it a rough tug, a growl rumbling in his chest. He'd tear a chunk out of Zakhar's neck if he had to.

Sooner or later, it would get too painful and Zakhar would have to let go.

His nails scraped down the man's forearms, leaving long trails of blood in their wake.