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BEEN A WHILE RESIDENT EVIL. This chapter of Death's Jackal is brought to you by an RPG I am in. Chapter is NC-17 for SEX BITCHES.
He couldn't believe he was actually fucking him.
It had been a struggle all the way to the bed; blood had been spilled, words had been exchanged, but it all boiled down to this. This cruel struggle to maintain some sort of constant fight between the two of them. Even as the other man was bound in a pair of cuffs behind his head, he fought. Fought with his tongue, his growls, his desires.
Alexander thought he was going to burst.
His lips parted as they kissed and Alex allowed it. Nicholai was getting fucked until he was good and spent, after all. The least he could do was let the Russian come up for air once in a while. Even if the moment was short lived, Sierra was glad he had done the man the favor. Because the noises that came out of his throat were music to his ears and it took all of his will not to just finish right then and there.
"Don't. Not yet." Alex whispered against bruised lips. He had won and he would take what was his fair and square. Nick didn't have a choice.
But the Russian's hips bucked anyway and Sierra had to force him down with a harsh push. Nicholai hissed, his toes turning up on themselves as Alex's erection hit directly. He groaned, threw his head against bars and howled.
"Fucking piece of America - nn."
"Shut the fuck up. Jesus christ," Alex panted and dragged Nicholai down. "Don't you Russians - hah - fucking - nn - ever shut the - ugh - fuck up..?" His breath caught in his throat and he pushed harder, further and more relentlessly up into Nicholai.
And Nicholai couldn't take it anymore.
Alexander felt his rival quake, felt his body shiver as he spent himself. Then, he was breathing again, his face half in the sheets, half peeking out from behind a pillow. Sierra had followed as sparks shot in his eyes. And then, he was laying on top of Ginovaef, fingers in the sheets and in his hair.
Fuck. Just. Fuck.
"Not - huh - bad." Alex panted out.
"Fuck off," Nicholai groaned back.
He couldn't believe he was actually fucking him.
It had been a struggle all the way to the bed; blood had been spilled, words had been exchanged, but it all boiled down to this. This cruel struggle to maintain some sort of constant fight between the two of them. Even as the other man was bound in a pair of cuffs behind his head, he fought. Fought with his tongue, his growls, his desires.
Alexander thought he was going to burst.
His lips parted as they kissed and Alex allowed it. Nicholai was getting fucked until he was good and spent, after all. The least he could do was let the Russian come up for air once in a while. Even if the moment was short lived, Sierra was glad he had done the man the favor. Because the noises that came out of his throat were music to his ears and it took all of his will not to just finish right then and there.
"Don't. Not yet." Alex whispered against bruised lips. He had won and he would take what was his fair and square. Nick didn't have a choice.
But the Russian's hips bucked anyway and Sierra had to force him down with a harsh push. Nicholai hissed, his toes turning up on themselves as Alex's erection hit directly. He groaned, threw his head against bars and howled.
"Fucking piece of America - nn."
"Shut the fuck up. Jesus christ," Alex panted and dragged Nicholai down. "Don't you Russians - hah - fucking - nn - ever shut the - ugh - fuck up..?" His breath caught in his throat and he pushed harder, further and more relentlessly up into Nicholai.
And Nicholai couldn't take it anymore.
Alexander felt his rival quake, felt his body shiver as he spent himself. Then, he was breathing again, his face half in the sheets, half peeking out from behind a pillow. Sierra had followed as sparks shot in his eyes. And then, he was laying on top of Ginovaef, fingers in the sheets and in his hair.
Fuck. Just. Fuck.
"Not - huh - bad." Alex panted out.
"Fuck off," Nicholai groaned back.