Sun Soakin' Bulges in the Shade (Evgeni Nabokov / Douglas Murray)
Title: Sun Soakin' Bulges in the Shade
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Douglas Murray
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary:
Author's Note: Wrote this for revuko at some point this past year, lol. I never posted it, but my muse has been suffering lately and I thought maybe posting this would help?
Evgeni padded into the bedroom in only his underwear, holding a glass of water and a peach. Douglas didn't look up from his book until he felt the bed dip beside him.
"Still 'ungry?" He smiled as Evgeni set the glass down on his nightstand and climbed back under the covers.
"Wanted this," he held up the fruit in his hand for Douglas to see and leaned back against the wall of pillows.
"Yevi, don' eat that in here!" Douglas set his book down on his lap and tried to look stern. "It's gunna drip everywhere!"
"No it won't," Evgeni brought the peach to his lips and glanced over at Douglas. "Iya can catch the drips in my hand." With one bite, he knew he was wrong. The juice exploded out from where his teeth punctured the soft skin of the fruit, a rivulet of sticky-sweet ran down his chin, to the underside of his neck and dripped down onto his bare chest, rolling quickly toward the bedspread.
Douglas moved quickly, ripping the comforter off of Evgeni before the pinkish dribbles could stain the crisp white. He sat up straight, his book falling to the floor forgotten as he turned to scold the goaltender.
"Sorry," Evgeni spoke sheepishly after swallowing the bite, a trail of juice running down his wrist and arm, hovering dangerously at his elbow, while his other hand cradled the bitten peach, catching stray drips as they pooled in his palm. Evgeni slurped up the gathered sweetness, taking another huge bite and eliciting a second burst, another river of stickiness down his chin, between his pecs and disappearing in the light tangle of his hairs above the waistband of his underwear.
He turned to stand, ready to throw away what was left of his midnight snack, when Douglas grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
"No, you thought you knew better. Now you finish it." His eyebrows knit in frustration as he watched a tiny drop fall and absorb quickly into the fitted sheet, leaving a faint pink circle behind.
Evgeni looked apologetic as he leaned back against the headboard, taking another bite. Once he'd swallowed it, he turned to the fluid running down his arm and licked the stream from his wrist, running his tongue as far as he could toward his elbow. The puddle in his hand was seeping between his fingers and running down the other arm, which he also turned to lap up.
The trail from his chin to his bellybutton posed a bigger problem, and Evgeni elected to ignore for the time being, only able to run his tongue over just past his lower lip. He was down to just the pit when he looked back over to Douglas. The man's eyes were wide and dark as he offered his palm out for the seed. Evgeni's cold fingers left a smear of sugary liquid on Douglas' hand and once he'd relieved his grasp of the pit, he set about licking off the juices from between them.
With a gentle toss, Douglas got the rest of the peach into the wastebasket and turned back to Evgeni, still looking remorseful.
"Iya didn't think they were that ripe yet," Evgeni spoke around his fingers still crooked in his mouth. Douglas shushed him loudly and grabbed the goaltender's wrist once more. Douglas yanked his hand to his side and in one quick movement was straddling Evgeni's thighs, head dipped down low.
His chin brushed against Evgeni's quickly hardening cock as his tongue darted out to lap up the juice pooled in Evgeni's bellybutton.
"Fhuck," the goaltender's head was thrown back already as Douglas' hot pink tongue worked away at the traces of stickiness on his stomach. His worked up higher a bit at a time, tongue bathing away the remnants of the peach.
When he'd reached the flat expanse between Evgeni's pectorals, the smaller man was already panting and moaning, his lower half squirming around as his hips bucked up looking for contact. Douglas ignored him, working his tongue up further, tracing into the hollow of the goaltender's neck, up over his Adam’s apple and to the underside of his chin.
Evgeni's head cracked loudly against the headboard as he leaned back to allow the man room, but neither reacted to it. Finally, Douglas' tongue licked up the expansive stickiness on Evgeni's chin and when the very tip touched against Evgeni's bottom lip, he found himself sucked into a searing kiss, tasting like peaches and salt and the last traces of mint from toothpaste.
Douglas broke the kiss as he wrapped his fingers around Evgeni's bicep, bringing his arm up toward his lips. His tongue continued its work, trailing up his arm until he reached the underside of Evgeni’s wrist.
"I ahlready got--oh," Evgeni gasped as his pruned fingers were sucked into Douglas’ warm mouth, the wet muscle undulating against each digit. Evgeni’s hips thrust up wildly, his breath coming in staccato pants. Douglas slowly withdrew the fingers from his mouth and moved to the other hand.
When all traces of peach were gone and all he could taste was skin, Douglas pulled back completely and looked down at the man beneath him. Evgeni was flushed nearly from head to toe, lips swollen and pink from his own teeth. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was parted, chest heaving with each stuttered breath.
Evgeni’s boxer briefs were stretched tight over his hips, erection outlined perfectly. A dark stain glistened at the very bottom of the left leg, where the tip of his cock poked out, barely contained by the fabric.
Once he’d taken it all in, Douglas leaned down, his mouth closing gently over the man’s earlobe before he whispered hotly, “Maybe now you’ll learn ta listen to me bafore you go and get yourself all messy.”
With that, he threw himself off the prone man, returning to his side of the bed and retrieving his long-forgotten book from the floor.
“Wait!” Evgeni groped blindly for the larger man, his eyes slitting open just the tiniest bit. “No! Dougie, please! I can’t!”
"No one is stoppin' you from helpin' yurself." Douglas opened back to the page he’d been on, without even so much as a glance over at the smaller man.
“I nheed you!” Evgeni’s hand snaked toward his own crotch, pawing at himself through the thin fabric, hiking up the leg of his underwear to reveal the swollen head of his dick. His fingers moved slickly over the tip, smeared with precome. Evgeni whimpered, hoping to get Douglas’ attention, but the man just ignored him.
He sunk down lower on the bed, giving up the hopes that maybe he was joking, and Evgeni pulled down his underwear, kicking them to the floor.
His cock bobbed up, landing flat on his belly where Douglas’ spit was still drying in the cool air. He wasted no time, long fingers wrapping his own length and tugging quickly. His free hand grabbed at the sheets, feeling the stickiness of peach juice under his fingertips. Evgeni’s mind raced to conjure up the recent memory of Douglas’ tongue bathing him, his warm mouth sucking his fingers expertly.
After several more quick strokes, his insides were seizing up, hips bouncing off the bed. With a strangled grunt, Evgeni came violently in long, brutal bursts, allowing his seed to splatter across his chest obscenely. As his orgasm finally began to die down, Evgeni released his grip on both the sheets and his cock, leaning back into the bed spent and exhausted.
Douglas cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Ya didn’t learn a thing, didja?” He looked over, the hot white spurts of Evgeni’s come zigzagging across his chest. “What did I just tell you about getting yourself messy?”
Evgeni’s throat contracted in momentary panic. He’d completely failed this lesson and could only expect to face further consequences.
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Douglas Murray
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary:
Author's Note: Wrote this for revuko at some point this past year, lol. I never posted it, but my muse has been suffering lately and I thought maybe posting this would help?
Evgeni padded into the bedroom in only his underwear, holding a glass of water and a peach. Douglas didn't look up from his book until he felt the bed dip beside him.
"Still 'ungry?" He smiled as Evgeni set the glass down on his nightstand and climbed back under the covers.
"Wanted this," he held up the fruit in his hand for Douglas to see and leaned back against the wall of pillows.
"Yevi, don' eat that in here!" Douglas set his book down on his lap and tried to look stern. "It's gunna drip everywhere!"
"No it won't," Evgeni brought the peach to his lips and glanced over at Douglas. "Iya can catch the drips in my hand." With one bite, he knew he was wrong. The juice exploded out from where his teeth punctured the soft skin of the fruit, a rivulet of sticky-sweet ran down his chin, to the underside of his neck and dripped down onto his bare chest, rolling quickly toward the bedspread.
Douglas moved quickly, ripping the comforter off of Evgeni before the pinkish dribbles could stain the crisp white. He sat up straight, his book falling to the floor forgotten as he turned to scold the goaltender.
"Sorry," Evgeni spoke sheepishly after swallowing the bite, a trail of juice running down his wrist and arm, hovering dangerously at his elbow, while his other hand cradled the bitten peach, catching stray drips as they pooled in his palm. Evgeni slurped up the gathered sweetness, taking another huge bite and eliciting a second burst, another river of stickiness down his chin, between his pecs and disappearing in the light tangle of his hairs above the waistband of his underwear.
He turned to stand, ready to throw away what was left of his midnight snack, when Douglas grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
"No, you thought you knew better. Now you finish it." His eyebrows knit in frustration as he watched a tiny drop fall and absorb quickly into the fitted sheet, leaving a faint pink circle behind.
Evgeni looked apologetic as he leaned back against the headboard, taking another bite. Once he'd swallowed it, he turned to the fluid running down his arm and licked the stream from his wrist, running his tongue as far as he could toward his elbow. The puddle in his hand was seeping between his fingers and running down the other arm, which he also turned to lap up.
The trail from his chin to his bellybutton posed a bigger problem, and Evgeni elected to ignore for the time being, only able to run his tongue over just past his lower lip. He was down to just the pit when he looked back over to Douglas. The man's eyes were wide and dark as he offered his palm out for the seed. Evgeni's cold fingers left a smear of sugary liquid on Douglas' hand and once he'd relieved his grasp of the pit, he set about licking off the juices from between them.
With a gentle toss, Douglas got the rest of the peach into the wastebasket and turned back to Evgeni, still looking remorseful.
"Iya didn't think they were that ripe yet," Evgeni spoke around his fingers still crooked in his mouth. Douglas shushed him loudly and grabbed the goaltender's wrist once more. Douglas yanked his hand to his side and in one quick movement was straddling Evgeni's thighs, head dipped down low.
His chin brushed against Evgeni's quickly hardening cock as his tongue darted out to lap up the juice pooled in Evgeni's bellybutton.
"Fhuck," the goaltender's head was thrown back already as Douglas' hot pink tongue worked away at the traces of stickiness on his stomach. His worked up higher a bit at a time, tongue bathing away the remnants of the peach.
When he'd reached the flat expanse between Evgeni's pectorals, the smaller man was already panting and moaning, his lower half squirming around as his hips bucked up looking for contact. Douglas ignored him, working his tongue up further, tracing into the hollow of the goaltender's neck, up over his Adam’s apple and to the underside of his chin.
Evgeni's head cracked loudly against the headboard as he leaned back to allow the man room, but neither reacted to it. Finally, Douglas' tongue licked up the expansive stickiness on Evgeni's chin and when the very tip touched against Evgeni's bottom lip, he found himself sucked into a searing kiss, tasting like peaches and salt and the last traces of mint from toothpaste.
Douglas broke the kiss as he wrapped his fingers around Evgeni's bicep, bringing his arm up toward his lips. His tongue continued its work, trailing up his arm until he reached the underside of Evgeni’s wrist.
"I ahlready got--oh," Evgeni gasped as his pruned fingers were sucked into Douglas’ warm mouth, the wet muscle undulating against each digit. Evgeni’s hips thrust up wildly, his breath coming in staccato pants. Douglas slowly withdrew the fingers from his mouth and moved to the other hand.
When all traces of peach were gone and all he could taste was skin, Douglas pulled back completely and looked down at the man beneath him. Evgeni was flushed nearly from head to toe, lips swollen and pink from his own teeth. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was parted, chest heaving with each stuttered breath.
Evgeni’s boxer briefs were stretched tight over his hips, erection outlined perfectly. A dark stain glistened at the very bottom of the left leg, where the tip of his cock poked out, barely contained by the fabric.
Once he’d taken it all in, Douglas leaned down, his mouth closing gently over the man’s earlobe before he whispered hotly, “Maybe now you’ll learn ta listen to me bafore you go and get yourself all messy.”
With that, he threw himself off the prone man, returning to his side of the bed and retrieving his long-forgotten book from the floor.
“Wait!” Evgeni groped blindly for the larger man, his eyes slitting open just the tiniest bit. “No! Dougie, please! I can’t!”
"No one is stoppin' you from helpin' yurself." Douglas opened back to the page he’d been on, without even so much as a glance over at the smaller man.
“I nheed you!” Evgeni’s hand snaked toward his own crotch, pawing at himself through the thin fabric, hiking up the leg of his underwear to reveal the swollen head of his dick. His fingers moved slickly over the tip, smeared with precome. Evgeni whimpered, hoping to get Douglas’ attention, but the man just ignored him.
He sunk down lower on the bed, giving up the hopes that maybe he was joking, and Evgeni pulled down his underwear, kicking them to the floor.
His cock bobbed up, landing flat on his belly where Douglas’ spit was still drying in the cool air. He wasted no time, long fingers wrapping his own length and tugging quickly. His free hand grabbed at the sheets, feeling the stickiness of peach juice under his fingertips. Evgeni’s mind raced to conjure up the recent memory of Douglas’ tongue bathing him, his warm mouth sucking his fingers expertly.
After several more quick strokes, his insides were seizing up, hips bouncing off the bed. With a strangled grunt, Evgeni came violently in long, brutal bursts, allowing his seed to splatter across his chest obscenely. As his orgasm finally began to die down, Evgeni released his grip on both the sheets and his cock, leaning back into the bed spent and exhausted.
Douglas cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Ya didn’t learn a thing, didja?” He looked over, the hot white spurts of Evgeni’s come zigzagging across his chest. “What did I just tell you about getting yourself messy?”
Evgeni’s throat contracted in momentary panic. He’d completely failed this lesson and could only expect to face further consequences.