(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Brent, for his part, had no clue that he was causing such a situation. He was, in fact, getting absolutely devoured by Sergei and enjoying every minute of it.

Brent’s fingers dug deep into Sergei’s hair, holding him, tugging him, trying to get him to do what he wanted to do. Sergei, for his part, only listened to the suggestions that he wanted to. He was busy tasting Brent, enjoying him slowly, with great enthusiasm as Brent’s head got to know the tile behind him, intimately.

Brent’s legs hung over his shoulders, his toes pressing into the soles of his shoes as Sergei covered him completely with his mouth, his cock hitting the soft, clenching warmth of Sergei’s throat.

"Stop. You’ll bruise." Brent gasped and Sergei, with that clever tongue and dangerous mouth, stared at Brent and pushed him deeper. The bead on his tongue kept teasing him, rubbing against his length. Fuck, Brent was losing his damn mind. His balls felt heavy, his muscles tight, his thighs were attempting to crush Sergei’s head like a watermelon but the man was using his powers easily to hold him in place.

"Sergei, fuck." Brent groaned, his fingers tugging on Sergei’s hair. Like he was trying to hold onto him so he didn’t lose control of everything and everything. He knew it had to hurt, but from the flush on Sergei’s cheeks, the man didn’t mind.

Sergei swallowed, tearing a deep, loud moan from Brent’s lips. Brent, knowing that Sergei liked hearing him and that they were putting on a bit of a show, didn’t keep anything inside. He just prayed that Kellen’s parents weren’t anywhere near. That would be embarrassing, even if he knew that they’d made two children.

That was all in the past, and while he was sure they knew Brent’s reputation, he didn’t want them to witness it.

"Sergei, I’m close." Brent warned, knowing deep within that it was a useless endeavour. The man wasn’t going to move away, a sharp stubbornness coming from his eyes when he met Brent’s fevered ones. Brent groaned again, his legs twitching as Sergei licked and sucked intently. Brent was honestly impressed with himself that he had lasted as long as he had, but that was going to end now.

Brent’s spine bowed, his cock burying deeper, pressing harder against the open, willing mouth that Sergei offered. Sergei’s own groan filled the air as Brent called his name, making it clear to anyone who would listen who was giving him this pleasure. Brent’s fingers dug deep, his body twitching as his cock poured into Sergei.

Would he have liked to pour into him in a different place? Absolutely, but he would rather be caught dead then caught having sex for pleasure at a party. He could forgive a blowjob, but Brent was maturing. He was also around people who he respected.

Getting caught balls deep in Sergei’s ass wasn’t something that Brent wanted to do, for him or for Sergei. That was a kind of stain that he didn’t want to give him, at least not outside of somewhere private, and Brent, even as his vision flickered with pleasure, his lips trembling as he whimpered, felt a swell of pride that his opinion had changed.

Sergei drank greedily, taking everything that Brent was giving him. He did have to come up eventually though, coughing as he choked on the air entering his deprived lungs. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and Brent was no different. Both men panted, trying to get air into their lungs as they stared at each other.

Sergei, keeping his eye on Brent’s face, darted his tongue out to clean up the mess around his lips, his piercings and tongue clashing. Brent’s breath fluttered, his hand squeezing Sergei’s hair for a moment before he slid his hand down to Sergei’s mouth, his thumb rubbing across his lips. Feeling the saliva, feeling the warmth that had engulfed his dick.

Sergei watched him, opening his mouth and sucking his thumb inside. Brent shuddered.

"You’re pushy." Brent told him, no bite to his words. Sergei’s eyes smiled. Sergei sucked harder and Brent flushed. "You know I like it." Brent told him seriously, and Sergei looked like a proud, purring cat. If he could, he knew that the man would.

Brent’s cock, a betrayer, was still hard. A demon of lust, it wouldn’t let him rest, not when the man who made his heart pound was so close to it still. Sergei’s gaze slid towards it, but Brent grabbed him more forcefully, turning him away from it.

"No. Enough. I can only be away from the party for so long without embarrassment eating me alive. I believe you’ve made your point." Brent scolded, and it felt like he had kicked a puppy. Sergei’s eyes dimmed slightly, still sucking on Brent’s thumb. "I will not be convinced otherwise, Sergei." Brent warned and Sergei sighed heavily.

He finally released Brent’s hand, licking the thumb clean before nuzzling against Brent’s wrist. It was a sweet gesture, and one that stirred Brent’s heart.

"You sure?" Sergei asked, all big, silvery eyes in a face that was far too much to Brent’s liking. Brent scowled.

"Don’t make me go back on my words. I’m already pinned against the wall by your doing, Sergei. I’m being very kind going along with your plan right now." Brent told him and Sergei gave him a boyish grin. It was deadly to Brent’s heart, a spear right through it.

"I know. I just wanted to see if I could push you more." Sergei told him, carefully keeping eye contact with Brent as he pressed a chaste kiss against Brent’s clothed thigh. Brent shivered, practically able to feel the lips against his bare skin. "Shall I let you down, my Zaichonok? Would that make you feel better?" Brent wanted to know what he was calling him, but he had a feeling that Sergei wouldn’t tell him. Not when he was feeling so playful and light.

Brent would just have to settle for kissing those grinning, dangerous lips once he was on two feet again.

"It would." Brent said dryly, not letting the man know what he had planned once he was on two feet. Sergei, much to Brent’s embarrassment, tucked him back into his pants with careful, delicate hands before he carefully pulled his legs from around his shoulders and slowly placed him on his feet.

Brent’s knees almost gave out, but thankfully Sergei was there. Ready to catch him, ready to protect him. Brent used his protectiveness against him, Sergei’s hands on him protectively.

Brent reached for his short hair again, yanking him down until their lips clashed together. Sergei let out a sound of surprise, as if he hadn’t predicted that Brent would do something like this. Brent forced Sergei’s mouth open, swallowing the deep, guttural moan that escaped him. Brent pushed forward, harder and harder, trying to swallow Sergei in the same way that the man had just swallowed him.

Sergei’s hands slid across his back, stroking, possessive, and everything that Brent wanted right now. Their tongues danced, Sergei convincing Brent, coaxing him into softer strokes. Brent let him, since this wasn’t just for him. This was for them.

The soft, breathy sounds left both of them, filling the air until Brent wasn’t sure who was whimpering and moaning into the other’s mouth anymore. They felt like they were kissing endlessly, their bodies rubbing against each other. The tension between them felt like an old friend, something that Brent was so familiar with that it felt odd that there had been a time when he hadn’t had this. Hadn’t felt Sergei like this against him. Hard, wanting, loving.

Brent was the one who pulled back, but that didn’t mean that he was stopping. He was pressing soft, adoring kisses against Sergei’s face and throat, Sergei’s throat vibrating against his lips as he moaned.

"Brent." Sergei’s mouth shaping Brent’s name felt like a damn prayer to a god that only they could hear. Brent kept kissing, carefully taking them both down from the edge, even if it felt like he was working them back up into another one.

"Do you need release?" Brent whispered against his dampening skin. Sergei swallowed.

"No. I can wait. I’d rather be able to focus on just you when I do." Sergei whispered. Brent blushed. He was so damn romantic that it stunned Brent that he had been single the last few years.

"Why have you been single this whole time? Until now?" Brent asked, the words escaping him. He realised too late that they might ruin the moment, his damn curiousity getting the better of him, but Sergei didn’t take it poorly.

Instead, he pulled back, his silver gaze slowly fading to a blue one as he stared into Brent’s green gaze.

"I was waiting for you, my love." Brent couldn’t say anything back to something so corny and so sincere. His first response was his face going bright red and Sergei’s smile touched his whole face, his blue eyes warm. Brent had to drop his gaze, his heart beating too quickly. He knew Sergei could hear it, and knew that he was enjoying it too. There were several things that had happened that Sergei probably liked tonight, and this moment hopefully was only one of them.

"W-We should get back." Brent mumbled, knowing he was running away. Sergei chuckled, knowing that Brent was fleeing as well. He leaned in, pressing a soft, loving kiss against Brent’s forehead.

"We can head back, Zaichonok. Let me adjust you first, take care of you. I want you to be perfect when we go back." Sergei told him, scanning him, and Brent let him.

"What about you? Can I do the same?" Brent asked, not about to let the man do what he wanted without consequence. Sergei’s eyes flared silver again.

"Of course. You can do whatever you want, as long as you don’t leave me." Sergei’s words were sincere. Brent sighed, pulling the man close and instead of doing something sexual, he did something simple. Kind.

He pulled Sergei into a hug, locking their bodies together until they both could feel each other’s heart beating, hear it in their ears. They held each other for a long moment until their hearts beat together at the same time, the rhythm forging together until Brent let out a relieved, deep sigh.

"Okay. Let’s do that, and let’s get out of here before someone gets any funny ideas." Brent wasn’t sure if he was referring to himself, or if he was referring to someone outside of the room. All he knew was that the emotions he’d entered the room with had faded to the back of his mind. Sergei had taken those dark, angry emotions and had pulled them away from him. Shattering them.

"Mm. Let’s do that, Zaichonok. I fear I might be one of the people who would get some funny ideas." He said with a laugh. Brent wasn’t sure how long they stood there after they had spoken, just holding each other and seeking comfort from the other, but when they finally drew apart, Brent felt...grounded.

Sergei grounded him. That thought alone made Brent’s shoulders drop in relief. He was what kept him on the ground.