FISSIONMAILED: Apartment complex
Dec. 18th, 2010 03:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well Ivan certainly didn't remember leaving the door to his apartment wide open, just beckoning squatters to come shit on his carpet--or even worse, eat his food.
Not that they weren't all squatters here anyway. Ivan crouched down near the door frame, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. He peered over the threshold, and took a chance, hoping his dog was still here--and still alive.
"Galina! Here girl!"
When he heard the familiar patter and panting he sighed in relief, ruffling her ears when she was close enough, "Good girl." Curse himself for smiling at a time like this.
Slightly more confident now with his canine comrade, Ivan entered the dark apartment, keeping his footsteps quiet and his tranquilizer at the ready.
And he almost immediately tripped over his own dirty laundry, screaming in the process of mid-falling terror. Luckily his amazing acrobatic skills (catching himself on the dresser) came to the rescue.
Moving forward towards the center of the room Ivan could hear--breathing. He baited his breath, trying to hold back any instincts to just start shooting up the place. He was fueled by a sort of cocktail of terror and anger--how dare somebody come waltzing into his apartment thinking they own the goddamn place?!
He padded closer, towards the sounds of life--they must be on the couch, since he just knocked his knee on the coffee table and had to hiss in silent agony a moment before going on.
Finally steadying himself he located the perpetrator's head after several seconds (a whole minute of squinting) and pressed the muzzle of his gun against it, "Get up!"
Not that they weren't all squatters here anyway. Ivan crouched down near the door frame, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. He peered over the threshold, and took a chance, hoping his dog was still here--and still alive.
"Galina! Here girl!"
When he heard the familiar patter and panting he sighed in relief, ruffling her ears when she was close enough, "Good girl." Curse himself for smiling at a time like this.
Slightly more confident now with his canine comrade, Ivan entered the dark apartment, keeping his footsteps quiet and his tranquilizer at the ready.
And he almost immediately tripped over his own dirty laundry, screaming in the process of mid-falling terror. Luckily his amazing acrobatic skills (catching himself on the dresser) came to the rescue.
Moving forward towards the center of the room Ivan could hear--breathing. He baited his breath, trying to hold back any instincts to just start shooting up the place. He was fueled by a sort of cocktail of terror and anger--how dare somebody come waltzing into his apartment thinking they own the goddamn place?!
He padded closer, towards the sounds of life--they must be on the couch, since he just knocked his knee on the coffee table and had to hiss in silent agony a moment before going on.
Finally steadying himself he located the perpetrator's head after several seconds (a whole minute of squinting) and pressed the muzzle of his gun against it, "Get up!"
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Date: 2010-12-23 10:38 am (UTC)(Damn, he had a full erection, and the damn beast tapered it.)
Galina was tossed into Raikov's room without a second thought. Slam.
The thunder giant was silent when he approached Raikov again, seizing his legs.
"You have to wonder what else that damn dog will ruin..."
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Date: 2010-12-23 10:45 am (UTC)He licked his lips when he found himself manhandled again by the giant, wishing those damn thick pants weren't between him and those hands future of caressing his legs.
While reveling in those future thoughts, he replied quizzically to Volgin's probably rhetorical question, "She's usually very good when we're alone..."
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Date: 2010-12-23 11:02 pm (UTC)"She has not been good today," Volgin grunted as he wrestled with those olive pants. They were not going to come off all the way, with their positioning and Raikov's shoes on, but he could make this work. Volgin's life had been about making situations like these work to his advantage.
He briefly considered the plentiful nature of the Nexus, and considered simply tearing those meddlesome pants and thong away.
"Now then." Raikov could feel the older man's moist breath on his genitals as his grip around his waist was adjusted. "Where were we."
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Date: 2010-12-24 12:34 am (UTC)Ivan let out a sigh, shivering at the thought that any minute now Volgin's mouth would be wrapped him, and if all went well; he'd spill himself down the back of his throat.
"My blowjob."
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Date: 2010-12-27 05:14 am (UTC)Now then.
Almost anticipating some other interruption, Volgin might have killed a bit of time to see if it will come (or bark, or fire, or explode, or...) with Ivan's balls, mouthing them, picking them up and letting them fall again. After only spurring on the other Russian's arrousal instead, Volgin decided he was not going to be stooping through this entire affair either.
Hm.
Raikov found that grip tighten around him, as his partner easily hauled him up in a quick motion. Soon enough, with a few long strides, his pretty little white head was grazing the ceiling, maybe cramped against it considering the other man's ridiculous height, with his back pinned precariously against the thin, square pillar next to the devastated dinning room table. Volgin, fond of risk, seemed quite satisfied with the shift.
Satisfied enough that finally Raikov felt those lips heartily kiss and suck along his shaft up to the glans. He might have heard Volgin purr.
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Date: 2010-12-27 05:23 am (UTC)"Not bad, Yevgeny...mmm...when was the last time you even gave one of these? Must have been before me...," he mused, and was about to say more when he was hauled upwards and carried off. "What are you--," Ivan hunched over Volgin and wrapped his arms around whatever he could reach for support, grunting when he was shoved against the pillar.
"The couch was more comfortable," he said snidely, ready to whine his way back to the couch if it weren't for those lips shutting him up. "Good..."
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:12 am (UTC)"Swallow that cock, Zhenya..."
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Date: 2010-12-27 04:44 pm (UTC)Volgin, fortunately, had a decent sense of balance, and luckily for Raikov, he was not going to be dropped any time soon if he could help it. The other hand that was supporting his partner's body was making decent means of compensating for whatever pretzaling his snowy self felt like trying to accomplish within the older man's grasp.
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:06 pm (UTC)Really, it was enough for Volgin to oblige and treat him to the same experience again, pulling completely out the second go to kiss around and along the shaft again. Raikov's cock was slickened and shining with his lover's, or an incarnation of his lover's, spit.
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:43 pm (UTC)"You keep that up and I'm going to come..."
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:45 pm (UTC)"Now," he purred, "where do I want it, if I don't swallow...?"
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Date: 2010-12-27 06:58 pm (UTC)Down his mouth went.
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Date: 2010-12-27 07:02 pm (UTC)"Okay, Zhenya...if you want my cum on your face," a ragged breath, "you can have it."
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Date: 2010-12-27 07:09 pm (UTC)"And I would know."
Down again. Suck and savor, tongue along the stiffness. His own cock was straining in the sensual rank of his saliva and Raikov's musk.
Up:
"You're hinting at something."
Down. Tease him along, have him brush the Point of No Return, but not let him teeter over into it. Just right there.
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