Sex Daddy - Arnott/Semin
title : Sex Daddy
author : russian torque
team/pairing : washington capitals - arnott/semin
words : ~1,500
overall rating / warning : NC-17 : m/m, silly use of nicknames, hockey gear kink.
note : written for goingvogue and her inappropriate nickname <3 and thank you to ndrng_cntrdctn for helping my writer’s blocked brain.
It was rare for Sasha to take so long getting ready for a game, but he arrived late to begin with and he was just barely getting around to pulling off his clothes when Ovechkin finished up some sort of garbled pre-game speech.
“Sasha, we meet you on ice for warm-ups. Hurry up.” Alex’s voice was painfully neutral. It had been for a while now, ever since he noticed Sasha spending more time with Arnott. He never made the extra effort with Sasha like he used to, now he just treated him like any one of the other guys.
Sasha wasn’t sure how he felt about the change, he still considered the captain to be his best friend after all. Maybe he was just jealous.
As much as Sasha hated being the last one on the ice, he couldn’t help but take an extra few minutes stripping down just to clear his head of all the bullshit. It was easier when the locker room was all his and he didn’t have to worry about suddenly finding a glob of shaving cream in his helmet.
He was so relaxed, deep in his own world, he didn’t even notice that someone else had stayed behind in the locker room until arms were wrapping around his middle and a tongue licked the shell of his ear.
“Hey baby...”
Lips trailed down the back of his neck. Jason.
Sasha twisted himself around. He’d only gotten around to slipping on his underarmor, and now he was trapped between a fully padded hockey player and the harsh wood of the locker room bench digging into the backs of his knees. Even through all the padding, the heat from Jason’s body managed to seep through with warmth and arousal.
“What-” Sasha struggled for the words, already a little flustered from Alex on his mind, “What are you doing? I already late.”
He was less than convincing in his reluctance and Jason called him out by sliding a gloved hand up his thigh, coaxing the building desire between his legs to build even higher. The sensation was indescribable- the thick hockey glove made Jason’s touch awkward and clumsy, but it still felt so good.
A few Russian words spilled from his lips, thick, exotic, and earning him a glare from the older player.
“English, Sasha,” Jason reminded him. He brought his gloved hand to his mouth and tugged it off with his teeth, followed by his other glove and helmet. Sasha whined a little at the loss of contact, but if Jason was pulling off his gear, it could only mean he was planning to continue.
Teeth and lips found the tender skin of Sasha’s neck and the Russian tilted his head back, exposing more skin to be sucked and nipped. Jason bit using steady pressure, but not enough to leave a mark- not before a game. It was enough to make Sasha grip his sides and pull him closer. The sudden shift in balance almost sent Sasha tumbling onto the bench, but the strong arm wrapped around his waist kept him steady.
“Jason- Stop,” Sasha forced himself to grind out, but his body had different ideas as his skin flushed a deep pink. “They’re waiting.”
Jason hummed against his neck, nipping one last time before moving up to Sasha’s lips and licking across the seam of them teasingly.
More Russian words spilled from Sasha’s mouth in a groan, but it was really more of a gasp with the way he seemed to breathe the words, his entire body rolling up against Jason’s in sheer lust.
“What was that?” Jason demanded, his mouth and wandering hand retreating from the places Sasha wanted him most. “Say it in English.”
Sasha’s eyes scrunched shut in embarrassment, but he couldn’t say no to Jason. “Sex daddy. Is best way to say, don’t know right word.”
Jason wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Sasha’s name for him drew attention to the fact that he was an entire decade older than the Russian forward, but it was strangely endearing. So he just decided to go with it, closing what little space there was between them to pull Sasha flush against his body, always careful of the placement of his skates to keep from stepping on the Russian’s exposed toes.
He ground his hips against Sasha’s, created a subtle sort of friction that did little else than tease- especially for him in his thick hockey gear. He wished he didn’t have all the damned padding on, it was practically a chastity belt.
“Who’s your sex daddy?” he growled in askance, fingers tangling in Sasha’s hair to pull his head far enough to expose his delicious throat once again.
Sasha only mewled, filthy words and phrases in both languages mixing together as slipped a leg between Jason’s just to grind closer against him. The height difference between them made it a little strange, but Sasha worked with what he had, twisting in Jason’s firm grip to mash their mouths together.
“You,” he panted, “You are Sex Daddy.”
Jason groaned in pleasure and pressed their lips together again, his tongue all but ravaging Sasha’s open mouth. He was so close to just stripping down and taking Sasha right there in the locker room- but it was too risky right now.
As he worked his way into Sasha’s tight underarmor, he made a quick vow to himself that one day he would fuck Sasha right here on the locker room floor. He’d make the young Russian beg for it, cry for it. He’d make him scream that ridiculous little pet name loud enough to be heard in the hall, and too bad for anyone around to hear it.
Sasha’s length was thick and long in his hand, slicked with precome- too much for the simple touching he’d reserved himself up until then. And then a particularly devious idea occurred to him.
“Sasha, can you get my glove for me?”
The Russian looked at him curiously for a heartbeat, but then his eyes widened and his lower lip disappeared between his teeth. From there it was just a matter of worming the glove back onto his hand and palming Sasha’s cock, clothed the thin fabric.
The change in dynamic was instant- Sasha buried his face in Jason’s shoulder to muffle his loud cry, taking the red jersey fabric between his teeth and groaning.
“You like that?” Jason asked, using his gloved fingers to massage the head of Sasha’s length through the underarmor. Sasha whimpered a nod, almost as if he was embarrassed to be so aroused.
Jason couldn’t hold back a wide grin. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
No sooner did the words escape his lips, Arnott’s mouth was on his, drawing out more of those sinful sounds and swallowing them up like air. He broke away just long enough to let Sasha breathe, but one of Sasha’s hands gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back, the other struggling to find purchase on something, anything, against oncoming orgasm.
“Gonna come-” he gasped harshly against Jason’s lips.
The older man dropped to his knees as gracefully as possible in full gear, practiced hands wrenching Sasha’s pants down to his knees. And Sasha’s hands were in his hair instantly, cock sliding against his mouth and cheek, smearing precome on Jason’s face wantonly. More Russian filth made Jason’s brow raise before Sasha composed himself enough to form English words, tongue thick.
“Want mouth, hands-”
His breaths came heavy and hard when Jason finally took pity and his length into his mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds before taking him all the way down until he could almost reach out and lick Sasha’s sac. He forced his gloved hand under Sasha’s shirt, sliding the rough material over his stomach enticingly.
Seconds melted together and Jason pulled away with a pop, just long enough to take a breath before swallowing him down once more, this time his gloved hand coming down to stroke the base of Sasha’s length. It was probably the slightest bit painful, but it was hot as hell when Sasha came almost instantly upon contact, his fists tightening in Jason’s hair as his hips stuttered to keep up with wave after wave of pleasure.
Jason held on, sucking gently until he felt Sasha’s body relaxing. He gave his cock one last lick before pulling his underarmor back up, reaching back to give Sasha a firm smack on his bottom for good measure. The Russian collapsed in a heap against his chest, completely sated with a goofy sort of grin on the corners of his mouth.
He looked so sexed out, Jason just couldn’t resist one last jab.
“Who’s your sex daddy?”
He felt Sasha smile against his throat. “You are.”
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author : russian torque
team/pairing : washington capitals - arnott/semin
words : ~1,500
overall rating / warning : NC-17 : m/m, silly use of nicknames, hockey gear kink.
note : written for goingvogue and her inappropriate nickname <3 and thank you to ndrng_cntrdctn for helping my writer’s blocked brain.
It was rare for Sasha to take so long getting ready for a game, but he arrived late to begin with and he was just barely getting around to pulling off his clothes when Ovechkin finished up some sort of garbled pre-game speech.
“Sasha, we meet you on ice for warm-ups. Hurry up.” Alex’s voice was painfully neutral. It had been for a while now, ever since he noticed Sasha spending more time with Arnott. He never made the extra effort with Sasha like he used to, now he just treated him like any one of the other guys.
Sasha wasn’t sure how he felt about the change, he still considered the captain to be his best friend after all. Maybe he was just jealous.
As much as Sasha hated being the last one on the ice, he couldn’t help but take an extra few minutes stripping down just to clear his head of all the bullshit. It was easier when the locker room was all his and he didn’t have to worry about suddenly finding a glob of shaving cream in his helmet.
He was so relaxed, deep in his own world, he didn’t even notice that someone else had stayed behind in the locker room until arms were wrapping around his middle and a tongue licked the shell of his ear.
“Hey baby...”
Lips trailed down the back of his neck. Jason.
Sasha twisted himself around. He’d only gotten around to slipping on his underarmor, and now he was trapped between a fully padded hockey player and the harsh wood of the locker room bench digging into the backs of his knees. Even through all the padding, the heat from Jason’s body managed to seep through with warmth and arousal.
“What-” Sasha struggled for the words, already a little flustered from Alex on his mind, “What are you doing? I already late.”
He was less than convincing in his reluctance and Jason called him out by sliding a gloved hand up his thigh, coaxing the building desire between his legs to build even higher. The sensation was indescribable- the thick hockey glove made Jason’s touch awkward and clumsy, but it still felt so good.
A few Russian words spilled from his lips, thick, exotic, and earning him a glare from the older player.
“English, Sasha,” Jason reminded him. He brought his gloved hand to his mouth and tugged it off with his teeth, followed by his other glove and helmet. Sasha whined a little at the loss of contact, but if Jason was pulling off his gear, it could only mean he was planning to continue.
Teeth and lips found the tender skin of Sasha’s neck and the Russian tilted his head back, exposing more skin to be sucked and nipped. Jason bit using steady pressure, but not enough to leave a mark- not before a game. It was enough to make Sasha grip his sides and pull him closer. The sudden shift in balance almost sent Sasha tumbling onto the bench, but the strong arm wrapped around his waist kept him steady.
“Jason- Stop,” Sasha forced himself to grind out, but his body had different ideas as his skin flushed a deep pink. “They’re waiting.”
Jason hummed against his neck, nipping one last time before moving up to Sasha’s lips and licking across the seam of them teasingly.
More Russian words spilled from Sasha’s mouth in a groan, but it was really more of a gasp with the way he seemed to breathe the words, his entire body rolling up against Jason’s in sheer lust.
“What was that?” Jason demanded, his mouth and wandering hand retreating from the places Sasha wanted him most. “Say it in English.”
Sasha’s eyes scrunched shut in embarrassment, but he couldn’t say no to Jason. “Sex daddy. Is best way to say, don’t know right word.”
Jason wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Sasha’s name for him drew attention to the fact that he was an entire decade older than the Russian forward, but it was strangely endearing. So he just decided to go with it, closing what little space there was between them to pull Sasha flush against his body, always careful of the placement of his skates to keep from stepping on the Russian’s exposed toes.
He ground his hips against Sasha’s, created a subtle sort of friction that did little else than tease- especially for him in his thick hockey gear. He wished he didn’t have all the damned padding on, it was practically a chastity belt.
“Who’s your sex daddy?” he growled in askance, fingers tangling in Sasha’s hair to pull his head far enough to expose his delicious throat once again.
Sasha only mewled, filthy words and phrases in both languages mixing together as slipped a leg between Jason’s just to grind closer against him. The height difference between them made it a little strange, but Sasha worked with what he had, twisting in Jason’s firm grip to mash their mouths together.
“You,” he panted, “You are Sex Daddy.”
Jason groaned in pleasure and pressed their lips together again, his tongue all but ravaging Sasha’s open mouth. He was so close to just stripping down and taking Sasha right there in the locker room- but it was too risky right now.
As he worked his way into Sasha’s tight underarmor, he made a quick vow to himself that one day he would fuck Sasha right here on the locker room floor. He’d make the young Russian beg for it, cry for it. He’d make him scream that ridiculous little pet name loud enough to be heard in the hall, and too bad for anyone around to hear it.
Sasha’s length was thick and long in his hand, slicked with precome- too much for the simple touching he’d reserved himself up until then. And then a particularly devious idea occurred to him.
“Sasha, can you get my glove for me?”
The Russian looked at him curiously for a heartbeat, but then his eyes widened and his lower lip disappeared between his teeth. From there it was just a matter of worming the glove back onto his hand and palming Sasha’s cock, clothed the thin fabric.
The change in dynamic was instant- Sasha buried his face in Jason’s shoulder to muffle his loud cry, taking the red jersey fabric between his teeth and groaning.
“You like that?” Jason asked, using his gloved fingers to massage the head of Sasha’s length through the underarmor. Sasha whimpered a nod, almost as if he was embarrassed to be so aroused.
Jason couldn’t hold back a wide grin. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
No sooner did the words escape his lips, Arnott’s mouth was on his, drawing out more of those sinful sounds and swallowing them up like air. He broke away just long enough to let Sasha breathe, but one of Sasha’s hands gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back, the other struggling to find purchase on something, anything, against oncoming orgasm.
“Gonna come-” he gasped harshly against Jason’s lips.
The older man dropped to his knees as gracefully as possible in full gear, practiced hands wrenching Sasha’s pants down to his knees. And Sasha’s hands were in his hair instantly, cock sliding against his mouth and cheek, smearing precome on Jason’s face wantonly. More Russian filth made Jason’s brow raise before Sasha composed himself enough to form English words, tongue thick.
“Want mouth, hands-”
His breaths came heavy and hard when Jason finally took pity and his length into his mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds before taking him all the way down until he could almost reach out and lick Sasha’s sac. He forced his gloved hand under Sasha’s shirt, sliding the rough material over his stomach enticingly.
Seconds melted together and Jason pulled away with a pop, just long enough to take a breath before swallowing him down once more, this time his gloved hand coming down to stroke the base of Sasha’s length. It was probably the slightest bit painful, but it was hot as hell when Sasha came almost instantly upon contact, his fists tightening in Jason’s hair as his hips stuttered to keep up with wave after wave of pleasure.
Jason held on, sucking gently until he felt Sasha’s body relaxing. He gave his cock one last lick before pulling his underarmor back up, reaching back to give Sasha a firm smack on his bottom for good measure. The Russian collapsed in a heap against his chest, completely sated with a goofy sort of grin on the corners of his mouth.
He looked so sexed out, Jason just couldn’t resist one last jab.
“Who’s your sex daddy?”
He felt Sasha smile against his throat. “You are.”
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