Pet: Romance, PG
When Rick flipped on the dim desk lamp of their room, Nikolai was forced to smile, leaning his hip against the doorjamb and folding his arms across his chest as he took in the pleasing sight in front of him.
Sergei, their blond, gentle Russian lover, was curled up at the foot of their shared oversized bed, his eyes closed in oblivious slumber. His knees were pulled partway to his chest-the soft material of his pajama pants a sleepy, innocent contrast to the black leather cuffs that peeked out from beneath them around his ankles-and he lay on his side, one arm tucked under his head, the other crooked around a pillow pulled close as if a comforting substitute for their own bodies. The black cuffs around his wrists were stark against the white pillowcase and sheet, stark against his pale skin; the collar encircling his neck lying cool and beautifully dark against his throat. As the light came on he mumbled a little in his sleep, a frown creasing his forehead and his fingers twitching against the sheets as illumination fell across his face.
Rick sighed in appreciation; and he and Nikolai exchanged fond, knowing smiles as they gravitated toward the bed. Nik knelt on the floor in front of their slumbering beauty and Rick slid onto the mattress behind him, running his palm across the smooth-scarred skin of his back as Nikolai cupped his face in his hands and pressed their mouths together, teasing Sergei’s lips open and apart before he was even fully awake.
Pale blue eyes the color of a clear sky fluttered open; a quiet, murmuring moan escaping pouty pink lips. When Nik pulled away a drowsy smile spread across Sergei’s face, his gaze still hazy from slumber. His eyes were half-lidded as Rick stroked his neck, his shoulders; running his fingers through his hair and petting him lovingly. He nuzzled against Nikolai’s palm as his cheek was cupped in his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Rick murmured gently. Nikolai took Sergei’s hands in his own, turning them over; revealing the deep gouges in his palms, the stitches crisscrossing his skin. As he turned to look up at Rick, Nikolai kissed his fingertips tenderly.
“I’m okay,” he replied, his voice soft and raspy from sleep. “The painkillers keep them from hurting. I’ve just been sleeping all day, mostly.”
“Poor pet,” Nikolai whispered. Sergei looked back at him with a sleepy sweet smile, not at all protesting the moniker.
“It isn’t that bad; really. I do feel bad about missing practice, though…”
“You didn’t miss anything,” Rick reassured him, rubbing Sergei’s shoulders as he pushed himself into a sitting position, black leather shifting into place once more as he leaned against Rick’s chest with a yawn.
“Mostly Gallant botching up the powerplay again,” Nik added. “We tuned him out after the sixth dump-and-chase repetition.”
Sergei chuckled as Nikolai climbed onto the bed with them, sitting cross-legged and close as Rick ran his hands across Sergei’s skin, down his arms. He rubbed his thumb over the leather band encircling their lover’s wrist, looking over his shoulder at the cuff.
“You shouldn’t wear these right now,” he murmured, tracing a finger over the clasp of the cuff, curling beneath the silver cinch as if to pull it open. “They’ll chafe against-”
“No!” Sergei exclaimed, startling both Rick and Nikolai. He snatched his hand back, ducking his head beneath their surprised gazes, holding his hands close to his chest protectively. Rick looked him over worriedly, concerned he had further injured their lover.
“Love, did I-”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Sergei muttered, still refusing to meet their gazes. “I-I want them on. I don’t want to take them off.”
“But…”
“Please, Rick,” Sergei breathed. His voice was soft and submissive and the tone had Rick’s mouth snapping shut, his head nodding dumbly in automatic acquiescence. Even Nik caught his breath at Sergei sitting between them, meek and docile; their love in body and mind and soul, their property, their pet, their shared beloved-and him wanting so much to keep their symbols of ownership on him that he would use that tone, the one that was so obedient in nature and yet when used had them performing his every whim without a second thought.
“You can leave them on, pet,” Nikolai murmured, brushing the backs of his knuckles across Sergei’s cheek, watching wonderingly at the glad smile that curved their lover’s lips; real relief and contented pleasure lighting up his face.
“So long as you come to bed,” Rick added, slipping an arm around Sergei’s waist. He pulled him unresisting back up to the head of the bed and Nikolai followed, pulling the sheets over the three of them, throwing his arm across Sergei’s chest and nuzzling soft blond hair as Rick’s fingers twined with his own. Nik kissed the back of Sergei’s neck, right below his collar, and the scent of leather combined with the murmuring sigh of contentment from him had the younger man settling easily into sleep, his and Rick’s caught Russian lover trapped happily and willingly between them.
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Sergei, their blond, gentle Russian lover, was curled up at the foot of their shared oversized bed, his eyes closed in oblivious slumber. His knees were pulled partway to his chest-the soft material of his pajama pants a sleepy, innocent contrast to the black leather cuffs that peeked out from beneath them around his ankles-and he lay on his side, one arm tucked under his head, the other crooked around a pillow pulled close as if a comforting substitute for their own bodies. The black cuffs around his wrists were stark against the white pillowcase and sheet, stark against his pale skin; the collar encircling his neck lying cool and beautifully dark against his throat. As the light came on he mumbled a little in his sleep, a frown creasing his forehead and his fingers twitching against the sheets as illumination fell across his face.
Rick sighed in appreciation; and he and Nikolai exchanged fond, knowing smiles as they gravitated toward the bed. Nik knelt on the floor in front of their slumbering beauty and Rick slid onto the mattress behind him, running his palm across the smooth-scarred skin of his back as Nikolai cupped his face in his hands and pressed their mouths together, teasing Sergei’s lips open and apart before he was even fully awake.
Pale blue eyes the color of a clear sky fluttered open; a quiet, murmuring moan escaping pouty pink lips. When Nik pulled away a drowsy smile spread across Sergei’s face, his gaze still hazy from slumber. His eyes were half-lidded as Rick stroked his neck, his shoulders; running his fingers through his hair and petting him lovingly. He nuzzled against Nikolai’s palm as his cheek was cupped in his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Rick murmured gently. Nikolai took Sergei’s hands in his own, turning them over; revealing the deep gouges in his palms, the stitches crisscrossing his skin. As he turned to look up at Rick, Nikolai kissed his fingertips tenderly.
“I’m okay,” he replied, his voice soft and raspy from sleep. “The painkillers keep them from hurting. I’ve just been sleeping all day, mostly.”
“Poor pet,” Nikolai whispered. Sergei looked back at him with a sleepy sweet smile, not at all protesting the moniker.
“It isn’t that bad; really. I do feel bad about missing practice, though…”
“You didn’t miss anything,” Rick reassured him, rubbing Sergei’s shoulders as he pushed himself into a sitting position, black leather shifting into place once more as he leaned against Rick’s chest with a yawn.
“Mostly Gallant botching up the powerplay again,” Nik added. “We tuned him out after the sixth dump-and-chase repetition.”
Sergei chuckled as Nikolai climbed onto the bed with them, sitting cross-legged and close as Rick ran his hands across Sergei’s skin, down his arms. He rubbed his thumb over the leather band encircling their lover’s wrist, looking over his shoulder at the cuff.
“You shouldn’t wear these right now,” he murmured, tracing a finger over the clasp of the cuff, curling beneath the silver cinch as if to pull it open. “They’ll chafe against-”
“No!” Sergei exclaimed, startling both Rick and Nikolai. He snatched his hand back, ducking his head beneath their surprised gazes, holding his hands close to his chest protectively. Rick looked him over worriedly, concerned he had further injured their lover.
“Love, did I-”
“No, no, it’s not that,” Sergei muttered, still refusing to meet their gazes. “I-I want them on. I don’t want to take them off.”
“But…”
“Please, Rick,” Sergei breathed. His voice was soft and submissive and the tone had Rick’s mouth snapping shut, his head nodding dumbly in automatic acquiescence. Even Nik caught his breath at Sergei sitting between them, meek and docile; their love in body and mind and soul, their property, their pet, their shared beloved-and him wanting so much to keep their symbols of ownership on him that he would use that tone, the one that was so obedient in nature and yet when used had them performing his every whim without a second thought.
“You can leave them on, pet,” Nikolai murmured, brushing the backs of his knuckles across Sergei’s cheek, watching wonderingly at the glad smile that curved their lover’s lips; real relief and contented pleasure lighting up his face.
“So long as you come to bed,” Rick added, slipping an arm around Sergei’s waist. He pulled him unresisting back up to the head of the bed and Nikolai followed, pulling the sheets over the three of them, throwing his arm across Sergei’s chest and nuzzling soft blond hair as Rick’s fingers twined with his own. Nik kissed the back of Sergei’s neck, right below his collar, and the scent of leather combined with the murmuring sigh of contentment from him had the younger man settling easily into sleep, his and Rick’s caught Russian lover trapped happily and willingly between them.
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