"Please, Gaby!" Misha panted, his head buried in the pillow he held onto for his dear life. His breath was ragged, the air stuck into his lungs. He could barely keep his mouth shut, saliva now smearing his lips and chin. "That's enough already! Just put it in!"
"Just a little longer" was his partner's answer, earning him a distraught whine. He's been saying the same frigging thing for hours! Hours, for fuck's sake! Annoyance bubbled in his chest, butMisha couldn't voice his discontent, as for the time being, the words leaving his mouth were so incoherent that they might as well have been gibberish.
Misha could feel his mind drifting in and out of insanity as Gabriel's fingers pushed and pulled, bent and parted, inside of him. After the shower, his partner had dragged him to the bed, regardless of his weak knees, and helped him climb onto the mattress. Misha had tried to hide his embarrassment, turning around to lay on his stomach, but that had been a mistake on his part. Gabriel didn't allow him to catch his breath, sneaking on the bed behind him and propping his butt up by slipping a pillow under his stomach and his thighs under his. His legs were parted, resting on each side of Gabriel's flanks. And then, his fingers went back to teasing Misha, sliding inside without warning. At the same time, Gabriel's lips lingered on his back, kissing every inch of his burning skin.
"Gaby!" Misha cried out, as another wave of indescribable pleasure shot through his spine. It was as much pleasuring as it was painful. He still couldn't tell whether he liked the feeling or despised it. "Why are you being such a fucking jerk? I'm telling you that's enough!"
"But Mish'," Gabriel leaned over to whisper in his ear, his voice soft and taunting, "I wouldn't want to hurt you and get beaten up in retaliation."
Misha choked on his saliva. A scowl creased his brow as he craned his neck to glare at his partner, whose amused smile almost sent him into a fit. This guy is having the time of his life, huh? Misha would have bet his head that Gabriel was teasing him on purpose. Judging by the lust clouding his emerald eyes and his member raring to go, he clearly wanted to let go of his restraint and thrust into him right this instant. Yet, he didn't. Instead, his partner kept fingering him, kept adding lube, and kept pressing on that spot that made him tremble like a leaf. Gabriel was oddly dutiful in his preparation, making Misha doubt ensuring his comfort was the only reason for his carefulness, if he could call his teasing that.
A mischievous light pierced through the lust in Gabriel's eyes. In a split second, Misha had an epiphany. No fucking way, it couldn't be…! But if it were Gabriel, it could be.
"Gaby," Misha growled between two gasps, his gaze darkening. He crunched up his nose as he accused, "Are you frigging getting back at me for all the pranks I put you through back in the days?"
"Oh, I wouldn't dare," Gabriel hummed, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Wouldn't dare, my ass! If there was one thing Misha had learned over the years, it was that his partner was as petty as him. Only, he knew how to bide his time, unlike him. Gabriel was enjoying making a mess out of him. He was relentless, and whenever it felt like Misha would reach his peak, Gabriel slowed down, the fast movement becoming unhurried—painstakingly sluggish, if anything. It put Misha on the verge of insanity. He wanted release, but wasn't allowed to. He wanted the pleasure to last, but also to stop. He wanted Gabriel inside him, but his partner said no. Staying sane in these circumstances was impossible.
"Do you really want me to beg?" Misha snarled, searching for his breath.
"Do you want to beg?" Gabriel replied with a low chuckle.
Sucking in a deep breath, Misha told himself to calm down. Maybe I should just beat the crap out of him right now. It was a fleeting thought that he chased away in a heartbeat. In his current state, his fists would inflict no pain whatsoever. The unrelenting assaults of pleasure had drained him of his strength, and his limbs were as heavy as iron. Gabriel had thick skin. Half-hearted punches wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. So instead, Misha opted to threaten him with something he knew his partner wouldn't want to forsake for a mere moment of retaliation, especially for things done long ago. It wouldn't be worth it.
"Either you put your fucking dick in me right now," Misha snorted, "or I'm never letting you top again. Your goddamn choice!"
The fingers, bent at an odd angle inside him, froze mid-movement, snatching a moan of discomfort from Misha. He clenched his fists, his grip on the pillow tightening, and threw a wronged look at Gabriel.
"Alright, alright, you win," his partner sighed, his eyes doting as he pulled his fingers out. Another moan of discomfort left Misha. The sudden emptiness took him aback, leaving him feeling like something was missing. From the corner of his eye, he watched intently as Gabriel straightened his back to lean over the night desk to pick up a condom. Misha frowned, and to the unsaid question, Gabriel winked as he ripped the condom package open, "Well, I wouldn't want you to have a stomachache."
"You insisted that I didn't put one on last time!" Misha pointed up with a grunt.
"That's that and this is this." Gabriel shrugged, appearing unbothered as he rolled down the condom on his member before covering it in a generous amount of lube. Misha clicked his tongue. I should have known better. His partner and his double standards were nothing new, after all. "But Misha, are you sure it's alright with you? We can always switch if—"
"How many times are you going to ask the same darn thing?" Misha's mouth twitched. Sometimes, Gabriel could be insecure for the weirdest thing. He should know by now that he would never propose to do something he didn't want to do. He was too old to subject himself to things he didn't want to go through. "I said to put it in, so put it in before I grab your goddamn dick myself and shove it deep inside my—"
"Alright, alright, I got it," Gabriel interrupted him with an indulgent chuckle, one hand sliding onto Misha's hip to hold it, the other going down onto his member to guide it toward his entrance. A smile bloomed on his face, so tender that Misha forgot about the snarky comment lingering on the tip of his tongue. "But do tell me if it hurts." Gabriel paused to kiss Misha's temple. "Or if you want us to stop."
Misha's answer was to prop up his butt higher and push it against Gabriel's lower half, earning himself a restrained grunt. Misha smirked. The guy had the guts to make his backside a mess, and yet, he wanted him to backtrack now. How stupid. We've come this far already. Turning around didn't seem like an option, not to Misha, who felt like that would be running away. He didn't want to be a coward. If Gabriel could take it, so could he. In the worst-case scenario, he'd just be walking funnily for a day or two, and that was all. Nothing to make a fuss over.
"Then, I'm going in," Gabriel warned, and Misha was just about to bark at him that he didn't need to tell him everything when the pressure in his backside kept him quiet. He had thought the fingers had prepared him enough, but maybe not. "Take a deep breath?"
"Shut up!" Misha grunted, back to hiding his face into the pillow. It feels so darn weird. The sensation of something forcing its way inside was uncomfortable. The fingers had been doable. They were thin, not thick like Gabriel's member. But although he felt stretched to the brim, it wasn't painful per se. What bothered Misha was how slowly Gabriel was thrusting inside. He took his time, too long if anything, and that didn't sit well with Misha. If this went on, they would still be there tomorrow morning. "How about you trust in in one goddamn go, huh?"
"I told you; I don't want to hurt you, so I'll go slow—" Gabriel was interrupted mid-sentence, and Misha could hear the deep breath he sucked in as he decided to take matters into his own hands. It was taking too long. His patience had run out. So, Misha decided to push his hips backward until his buttocks hit Gabriel's lower stomach, forcing his member to lodge itself further inside. It seemed to take his partner by surprise, and he hissed, "Misha…!"
"What?" Misha grinned, the feeling of fullness making him unsure whether he wanted to bask in the sensation of being connected to his lover or throw up. Either way, he didn't move away, and instead undulated his butt against Gabriel. "Not my fault if you were taking your sweet time, duh."
Gabriel let out a whine as his grip on Misha's hips tightened. "Please, don't move."
"Why are you the one saying that?" Misha snorted, slowly getting used to the pressure inside him and to the cold lube trickling down his thighs. "Ain't I supposed to be the one begging you to stay still? Also," Misha started, but paused to bring a hand to his stomach and press it against it. He rubbed it, as if searching for something. "How far do you think you're inside? If I press on my stomach, can you feel it?"
"Are you riddling me up on purpose?" Gabriel growled, his fingers seemingly about to dig holes into Misha's flesh. Still restraining yourself, huh? Misha silently snorted to himself. It wouldn't do. Misha wanted to see Gabriel lose it tonight. His partner was always calm and composed. It was annoying. Misha wanted him to be driven insane, too, as in his eyes, it wasn't fair if he was the only one losing his ability to form coherent thoughts.
"What d'you think?" Misha finally responded with an eat-shitting grin, but that grin vanished when Gabriel decided to let his lust get the best of him. The moment he started to move, he was merciless, and Misha's moans soon filled the hotel room, alongside cries of pleasure and pleas to slow down, pleas that were left unanswered throughout the night.