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Artemy stood by the water tank in the main room and examined himself in the small hand mirror he had placed there. He was getting scruffy. He'd neglected to shave in the past two weeks — and for a brief while he considered growing out a beard — but now that he saw how patchy and uneven it looked he gave up. Besides, he reasoned, Murky disliked rough, scratchy kisses.
At that moment Daniil slipped out of the back room, still in his undershirt and drawers, and approached the surgeon. “Everything alright?” he asked, noting how Artemy was scrutinizing himself.
“Fine,” he sighed, setting the mirror down behind the basin. “I was just thinking about how I'm overdue for a shave.”
Daniil pouted, then reached out his good arm to snatch Artemy's face by the jaw and drag it to eye level. “Really?” He rubbed his thumb in a small line against his cheek, feeling the coarse hairs as they ran beneath it. “I think it suits you. It's quite handsome.”
Artemy's mouth felt dry and he couldn't help but swallow and dart out a tongue to moisten his lips. “Thank you, but it's not about what you think, Oynon.”
Daniil scoffed and dropped his hand. “No need to be sarcastic, Burakh. Accepting a compliment won't kill you.”
“I wouldn't be so sure of that.” Artemy stood upright again, and traced the place Daniil’s fingers had just been. “If you need me, I'll be taking a bath.” He raised his arm and made a gesture of giving it a sniff. “I'm a bit rank.”
Daniil laughed warmly. “I suppose that makes two of us. I might join in, actually.”
Artemy stiffened.
The small gesture didn't go unnoticed by Daniil, who raised a brow to comical levels of suspicion. “That is if you don't mind.”
“It's just… the last time you— I thought you didn't—”
“You didn't think I was comfortable bathing with company?”
“No.. I mean yes. You.. well you told me to fuck off the last time.” He shifted uncomfortably.
Daniil chuckled behind a raised hand. “Because I didn't know I could trust you.” He shrugged carelessly, and leaned a hip against the water basin. “But you know my ‘secret’ now. And… well…” his voice trailed off as he got lost in space for a moment, and when it returned it was a little gentler than before. “You haven't hurt me, told anyone else, or treated me any differently. Now I don't think there's anyone else I trust more.”
Artemy could feel his heart aching in his chest. He turned around abruptly and began to collect his towels and toiletries as if Daniil were never there. His brain had honestly short-circuited to the point where ignoring Daniil was far easier than simply responding. What did he even expect him to say to that anyway?
This, naturally, only frustrated Daniil. He followed Artemy as he gathered his belongings in an infuriated little trot with his face pinched and his free hand on his hip.
Artemy still didn’t acknowledge him.
“You’re not scared of a vagina, are you Burakh?” Daniil was in front of him now, scanning his face for any sign of weakness.
And boy was there weakness aplenty! “It’s not that!” Artemy shouted, his face turning the color of beets. He watched as Daniil just smirked at his display of discomfort, then growled a curse under his breath. “Fine. But only because I don’t want to waste the fuel or water.”
❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈ 𓇚 ❈
The Banya took a while to set up, but once the fire was burning the room began to fill with heat. Daniil and Artemy both sat on the floor with their towels wrapped around their waists and stared at the wood stove with hollow eyes. Ordinarily, neither man would be so modest in the sauna — and if anything the towels were more of an inconvenience and only served to make the air more tense — but Artemy had insisted and so Daniil silently followed suit. But even then, Daniil left his chest exposed and lounged casually on his mat like the fact didn’t bother him. Artemy had seen his breasts before, after all. He’d even groped them — albeit for purely professional purposes. Daniil was just glad to breathe normally.
Artemy, however, was suffering in silence. He buried his face in a hot wash cloth to soften the hair on his chin, but also in the hopes that doing so would give a plausible excuse for the flushed tone in his cheeks. When he looked up he saw Daniil was just sitting idly and watching him with some kind of expectant look in his eye. Artemy scowled and gently tossed a hand mirror into his lap. “If you’re going to be here, at least hold this for me.”
Daniil perked at the opportunity to do something useful and held the mirror as requested. He looked on as the Haruspex began to lather up his face and steadily lined up his razor to his cheek. The knife made a crunching sound as he slowly began to drag it down his face in short, deliberate strokes. His face was so serious — transfixed on his reflection with that stern, hardened look. Artemy always looked so grumpy, but there was something about that that Daniil admired.
When he had scraped all the lather from his face Artemy reapplied it and made a second pass with his razor until it glided across his skin like butter. He retrieved a bottle from the stash on one of the shelves and poured some of its contents into his hand. It was a small vessel with a dropper cork at the top; the fluid that came out was a clear, oily substance that smelled of menthol and a sharp, pungent odor like tansy or camphor. He applied the oil sparingly to his face and rubbed it in small circles.
At that point Daniil slowly began to lower the mirror and found his gaze fixed on Artemy’s freshly-shaven face. As if puppeted by some higher force he scooched closer and reached to stroke his fingers across his cheek and along his jaw. His skin was smooth and silky, and somehow absent of both stubborn stubble and razor nicks. Even in shaving, it seemed, Artemy’s hands were gentle and precise. Such skilled workmanship made Daniil’s blood boil with an awe-filled pleasure. He was disappointed to see Artemy be rid of his beard, but he couldn’t deny the shave had softened his features somewhat. Before he knew it he was dragging his head down towards his and inching closer until he was practically in his lap.
Artemy was aware at this point that Daniil could be quite… handsy… but his behavior was well past reasonable doubt now. And yet he still tried to suppress his thoughts about reciprocating. When Daniil’s lips touched his a shiver ran down his spine despite the oppressive humidity of the sauna. His hands stood frozen, hovering just above Daniil’s shoulders — trying to decide if he should push him away or pull him closer.
Daniil was actually the one to pull away — leaving Artemy leaned forward in stunned silence. He tickled his fingers beneath the Haruspex’s chin and smiled. “You’re right. I think this is an improvement.”
“I— What was that!?” Artemy sputtered in frustration.
“You mean a kiss?” Daniil remarked snidely.
“I— I know. Just why?”
Daniil shrank back, running his hand down Artemy's arm and stopping to rest by his knee. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was quizzical, but not hurt by any means as if he already knew what his answer would be.
“No,” Artemy admitted, turning his face away.
Daniil tipped Artemy's head back with a single finger and mocked a pout. “Then you already know ‘why’.” The Bachelor resumed his place on Artemy's lap and forced their lips together in another heated rivalry of tongues and teeth.
Artemy snapped back, catching Daniil’s lower lip in his teeth and beginning to run his hands up his wet, bare back, only to drag his nails back down. He squirmed in his arms and moaned deep into his mouth. If this was how he reacted to making out, he wondered how Daniil would respond to— No, no, nooo. He couldn't think about that right now. But then again… they were both practically naked in the sauna right now; and the kids were out of the house and would probably stay so for the afternoon.
“Daniil, can.. can I touch you?” Artemy gasped, his mouth making a wet popping noise after breaking the seal of their lips.
Daniil caught his breath and pulled his hair — slick with steam and sweat — from his face. “Please,” he begged.
Artemy was quick to scoop up both of Daniil’s breasts in his palms and massage them like a cat making biscuits. He rolled his nipples under his thumb, marvelling at how firm and erect they were. Daniil pursed his lips into a grateful smile as Artemy continued to prod at his new toys. He gripped both nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled to stretch them out as far as they would let him until Daniil elicited a small whimper. A bubbly and sparkling sensation climbed Artemy's back as he heard the sound. He didn't release his grip, but instead opted to gently shake both nipples to watch as the flesh beneath wobbled deliciously. With a snarl he took up one of his breasts in his mouth and began to suck at his little pink areola. Daniil gasped, his hands reaching to the back of Artemy's head to slowly pet and scratch the nape of his neck. The Haruspex kissed and sucked and licked circles around his nipple — sometimes even biting it — all so he could hear those lewd yelps and whimpers from his esteemed colleague.
“You're not getting too excited, are you?” Daniil teased between hitched breaths. He felt a firm presence beneath where he sat on the Haruspex's lap and ran a hand against it.
Artemy's stomach dropped. “It's not like that—” he protested, but by then Daniil had already slipped his fingers beneath his towel and undone the fold that kept it in place. He buried his face in his hands, mortified to have his throbbing cock out in the open.
Daniil, however, was in awe. “You disgusting wretch,” he cooed with a smile.
Artemy backed away and quickly pulled his towel back around his waist while stumbling to his feet in a defensive stance. “I'm sorry! I didn't— I can't control it, you know!” His voice was panicked and flustered as he tripped over words to find the right thing to say.
Daniil only laughed garishly. “I was only bullying you. I really don't mind,” he assured with questionable sincerity. He adjusted his position on the floor so he was poised on his knees at Artemy's feet with his hands neatly folded in his lap.
Artemy just scowled and strengthened his grip on his towel.
“I want it,” the Bachelor insisted. His bratty facade was beginning to crack now as his jaw hung slightly ajar in anticipation.
Artemy still looked angry.
“Please? Tyomichka, don't make me beg.”
The surgeon huffed, seeming to mull the idea over in his head, then spoke: “Do you want me to shave first? Or…?”
“No!” Daniil’s eyes lit up, his mouth already salivating.
“Right then,” Artemy tossed the towel aside without ceremony and stepped up to meet the Bachelor; cock in hand. “Shut the fuck up.” He'd wanted to say that to Daniil for so long. It felt great to finally have the opportunity.
Daniil complied the minute it was suggested and took hold of Artemy's cock. He moved his palm up and down the shaft a few times, then planted his lips at the very tip and ran his tongue around it in a circle beneath the foreskin. He kissed his head and sighed. “Christ, you're huge.”
“I said shut up.”
Daniil giggled then ran his tongue up along his length, feeling him twitch and pulse beneath him. When Artemy closed his eyes the doctor had finally taken him into his mouth — albeit just the tip. His breathing became heavier and lower as Daniil bobbed his head and began to take his length further with a pace that was sensual, but far too slow to be satisfying. And yet when Artemy leaned into his mouth Daniil only slowed, or sometimes seemed to even retreat. Looking down at Daniil his eyes seemed to say one thing: ‘Beg for it.’
But Artemy wouldn't beg. He took a loose fistful of Daniil’s hair and began to thrust into his mouth. He started slow, but patience was never his virtue and he quickly built up to a tempo that most would find to be ‘too much’. But Daniil was in bliss. He could taste the warm salt of his sweat and the heady beads of precum that dripped onto his tongue. His head felt dizzy as he tried to breathe from around Artemy's cock, and he could feel him make contact with the back of his throat. A stream of saliva dribbled from his mouth and only drew longer with every gag and wet splurting noise he made. There was something about Artemy using him like that — wanting him so fiercely — that drove Daniil mad. God, if only he'd provoked him sooner.
Artemy could feel himself getting close. He could feel it building up inside him as he continued to fuck Daniil’s face. But he didn't want to finish so soon. He made one last thrust, forcing himself into the back of Daniil’s throat until his nose touched the bone of his pelvis. With both hands knotted in his hair he held him in place. Artemy hadn't realized just how pent up he'd been until then. He couldn't even think of another time he'd had oral that good.
Tears flooded to Daniil’s eyes as pain forced its way deep into his throat. He reached a hand up and touched his neck, feeling the large bulge from the outside. He tried to cough, but the gesture only tightened his throat around Artemy more. He clawed and pounded at the Ripper's thighs to let him go and tried to push himself away, but to no avail. He couldn't breathe. Then, in a single act of mercy, Artemy pulled out.
Both men fell to the floor and struggled to catch their breaths; although it was clear that Daniil was far more worse-for-wear. He coughed and sputtered, but finally managed a weak “Christ.”
“Are you alright, Danya?” Artemy huffed, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“Heh, yeah I'm…” he wiped the train of drool and other mysterious fluids from his mouth. “I'm fine. More than that, even. That was…”
“That was great,” Artemy finished.
Daniil smiled. “Yeah. It was.”
“It's your turn,” Artemy insisted, now sitting on his knees and eagerly awaiting instructions like a dog looking for a treat.
“No you don't need to,” Daniil insisted, waving his hands about to dismiss the thought.
Artemy cocked his head to the side, still not beating the puppy allegations.
“I haven't had the opportunity to shave in weeks,” he finally explained.
“I don't care about that.”
“Well I do!”
“Really?” Artemy leaned over on one hand. “I was under the impression you liked body hair.”
Daniil grumbled and slumped against Artemy's shoulder. He groped his stomach, feeling the sparse fur-like hair that grew up and between his abs. “Yes, on other people. It's different for myself. I prefer shaving because if my pubes get too long they keep rubbing up against my dick and it gets itchy and overwhelming.”
Artemy wrapped an arm around his shoulder and listened far more intently than he would have expected to Daniil’s personal genital grooming rant. It was something about it being an unpleasant sensory experience and increasing his likelihood of meltdowns. Or something. It made sense — and was genuinely intriguing — but at the same time it was kind of ridiculous just how intense he became about the topic. “Why don't you just shave then?”
“That's what I’m saying!” Daniil groaned.
“I meant right now,” Artemy chuckled. He gave him a little squeeze. “We are in the bath, after all.”
“Yeah, I don't know how you expect me to do that with only one hand,” Daniil scoffed, raising his cast as a reminder of his injury.
“If I didn't know better I would say you're just embarrassed.”
Daniil shoved his arm. “I am not!”
“Well then,” Artemy shrugged, “let me do it then.” Before Daniil could protest he pushed his back to the ground and grabbed his legs out from under him until he was upside-down in his lap. Artemy pulled back the towel and paused at the sight of an unruly black bush. He couldn't believe that in all the commotion he had actually forgotten about Daniil’s physiology — that is to say he didn't forget about Daniil’s gender, he just simply forgot about the physiological and social implications of it. ‘It's just a vagina,’ he thought to himself, ‘it's not going to bite you.’ —Although, admittedly, the idea of a vagina that could bite left him even more flustered than before.
Artemy placed his hand just below Daniil's naval and stroked the dark raven curls with his thumb. “It’s… gorgeous,” he muttered. With a firm movement he hoisted Daniil’s legs up further and buried his nose into this mess of hair and huffed his sour and musky scent. Daniil never really smelled great, but somehow it still made his mouth water.
Daniil squirmed and kicked his legs in protest. “What do you think you're doing!?” he scolded. Between the sauna, the upside-down position, and the elevated heart rate his face burned so hot he was sure he would die.
“Sorry,” Artemy put him back down to a reasonable level, then turned to gather his shaving kit. With the razor he hacked at the bulk of the bush until it was a length he considered more manageable to work with. He began making a lather in his shaving mug and pried Daniil’s legs as far apart as he could manage in order to apply it in an even coat across his crotch. The boar hair brush was coarse and tickled against Daniil’s skin. He let out a needy whine as it grazed his dick and lightly jabbed around his rear. As he continued his cries Artemy picked the straight razor back up and — as an extra precaution — ran it a few times against his whetstone before doing the same on a leather strop. He tested the blade against himself, leaving a bald swatch of skin on his otherwise furry arms. Now he was ready to get to work.
Artemy held one leg up over his shoulder and allowed the other to fall freely. He started on the front of Daniil’s crotch and placed the razor just a few centimeters from his dick — in order to leave as much pubic hair as he could reasonably get away with. “Don’t move,” he warned Daniil with a heavy, stern voice.
Daniil held his breath as the cold blade of the razor touched his skin and began to drag across its surface in small passes. He could feel Artemy tugging at his skin and brushing against his thighs as he navigated the knife around his labia. Of course he trusted Artemy — he was a master surgeon, after all — but having a razor so close to his femoral artery like that — just waiting for one fatal slip of the hand — it made his stomach turn like a cluster of frightened butterflies. And yet somehow that unease — that fear of being so close to the edge of an accident and having no control over it whatsoever — made his dick harden and his cunt start to weep.
Daniil arched his back as a knuckle grazed a particularly sensitive part of his thigh and his leg spasmed. Artemy laid a hand against his stomach to push him back down, then pressed the blade of the razor into a soft spot of skin — not hard enough to draw more than a bead of blood, but enough to create a burning sensation under its surface. “I said stay still,” Artemy chided in a calm, but insidious tone. "I might cut you again."
Daniil yelped in pain, but stifled it by biting into his own hand. He tried to relax his body as the surgeon continued to pull back the folds of his cunt and run the knife along the delicate, sensitive creases.
“Good boy,” Artemy murmured. He paused his current task to spread Daniil’s labia out further “You’re doing such a good job for me.”
Daniil whined and shifted in his arms. “How much longer?” He was getting impatient. He had kept his gender a secret from Artemy for so long and he had never expexted their relationship to come to this, but now that Artemy new and now that he had his legs spread like an open book he couldnt help but notice how he thumbed through its pages with a fascinated awe. Daniil needed needed him so badly.
“Just a little more,” the surgeon assured him. “I just want to get a good, long look at what I’m working with.” Artemy set the razor down. He examined his labial folds and the lines where his skin creased like the petals of a carnal flower. With his fingers he traced the branching patterns of his veins where they sat just beneath the skin. “You look healthy, Oynon,” he noted aloud like a buyer inspecting livestock. “Good color. Even shape. Strong pulse. Clitoris is larger than usual, though.” He flicked his dick with his finger, making Daniil’s body flinch at the sensation. “Seems more sensitive, too.” Then he dragged his finger back down through the discharge which leaked from his cunt. Daniil shuddered at the gentle tease. “Arousal fluids are…” —Artemy licked the cum off his finger— “... normal,” he concluded.
Daniil’s body writhed under the Haruspex's control and he whined and hawed at his scrutinizing comments. “You talk like I'm a heifer," he complained. He fought to close his legs and end Artemy's inspection, but the surgeon's strength was far greater and he kept his limbs pried wide for his own enjoyment.
“If you are, you're the most handsome heifer I’ve ever seen.” Artemy reached to the side and grabbed that same dropper bottle from before and began to apply the medicated oil to Daniil’s freshly shaven skin. He was like velvet beneath his hands — smooth and flush, soft even. He delighted in the way his skin and fat manipulated itself around his fingers.
Daniil expected the burn of aftershave, but no such sensation came. In its stead was a cool oil that smelled of herbs and soaked into his pores, soothing the microscopic cuts and the dry irritation left by the razor. He felt Artemy's large, soft hands as they dug into his skin and massaged the oil further into his inner thighs and the supple flesh surrounding his cunt. As he pressed further Daniil noticed a tingle start to form. He let out a moan — a loud, proper moan like the braying of a beast. The mint and camphor he had smelled werr beginning to do their work on his nerves. His skin was cold but it felt like it was on fire. Everywhere Artemy touched seemed to open up beneath him in a delightful passion like a pepper salve on the skin; but the moment his fingers left it was chased off by a chilling tingle that made his dick throb. It was cold and hot and cold again. Every sensation felt as if it had just been magnified tenfold. “Artyom,” he broke into a plea, his chin quivering as he cried, “please. Don’t tease me anymore.” Daniil had never felt so sensitive.
“Fine,” he agreed. “But only because you asked so nicely.” Artemy reached for their discarded towels and tucked them beneath Daniil’s head so that he might have a softer place to lie down. Then, he hoisted Daniil’s lower body up onto his lap and hooked his legs over his shoulders so that he laid at a declining angle. Bracing the Bachelor's hips with his hands, Artemy leaned down to press his nose into his crotch. With eyes closed he prodded with his tongue and followed Daniil’s wet cunt up until he found his dick. Without hesitation he sucked it into his mouth and tugged at it with his lips. Daniil took a sharp breath as Artemy bobbed his head and flicked his flushed little bud around with his tongue like a piece of candy. He could feel how excited he was by the heat of his inner thighs and the distinct pulse in his dick. As he ate Daniil out the slick that oozed from his cunt dripped down through his legs and into his ass.
Artemy peeked his eyes out to look Daniil in the face. He was in ecstasy. He moaned and cried as the Haruspex thrust his tongue inside of him with expert precision. It seemed like he was able to pick up on every whimper, squirm, and gasp Daniil uttered, then follow that cue to direct the most pleasurable experience possible. His tongue was soft and hard precisely where it needed to be. Every pad of his tongue felt hot and spicy on his skin, and when he separated each huff and breath from his mouth was cold and sent a chill down his back. Artemy was receptive to every sensitive spot of Daniil’s body as if he had a map of his branching nerves just beneath his fingertips. It was also just delightful to see his colleague's sandy hair trapped between his thighs.
“I didn't know you were so skilled with your tongue, Burakh,” Daniil managed between heavy breaths. His tone was close to a tease, but still undeniably stained from their lewd actions. “I'm loath to admit it: but I assumed it was just your hands that possessed your gift for— AAH!”
Artemy tugged his clit with his teeth and in response Daniil wrapped his legs tightly around his neck. “What is your fixation with my hands?” Artemy asked, his lips brushing against Daniil’s cunt as he spoke. He reached for Daniil’s navel and pet the sparse happy trail that ran down to his remaining pubic hair. “I could use my hands for you if you'd like…”
Daniil made a shrill squeak as Artemy already began to manipulate him into a new position. He turned him over and had him stand on his elbows and knees before giving his ass a hearty slap. He hadn't really planned to, but seeing Daniil with his ass displayed in such a way that accentuated the curvature of his spine and the lines of his body just filled Artemy with the need to grind him into a pulp. For all his taunting examinations of his body, he still had yet to fully register the reality of their situation — and the fact that Daniil’s body was so unbelievably gorgeous. He grabbed either side of his ass in his palms and massaged them between his fingers. His grip tightened as he continued to work his supple flesh— then suddenly, and with conviction, he dragged his nails down Daniil’s thighs. The Bachelor's body trembled beneath his touch like a dry leaf clinging to a shaking branch — any movement could be the one that sent him falling.
Artemy spread his cheeks open and surveyed Daniil’s holes from his new vantage point. He flicked a finger down his weeping cunt to get it wet, then unceremoniously shoved it as far inside Daniil as he could reach. He thrust it with a slow deliberation and began to stroke at the warm, uneven walls. Without even waiting for a response Artemy leaned down and placed a kiss on Daniil's asshole. This drew an exciting new sound from the Bachelor.
“Oh?” Artemy began pulling back. “Do you like your asshole being played with, Daniil?”
Daniil didn't reply, he only buried his face into one of the towels.
To test his theory, Artemy ran his tongue around the rim of Daniil's asshole and looked on as he leaned out his back and moaned deep into his towel. Daniil was still managing to grow wetter by the minute, so Artemy added a finger and continued the gentle fucking motions in his cunt. Back in his ass, the surgeon explored the folds of his skin with his tongue and with a growing intensity began to push it inside.
Daniil felt the intrusion: soft yet rigid and begging to go deeper. He wanted it to. He so desperately wanted it to. “Holy shit, Burakh—” He gripped the towel beneath him until his knuckles went white. Between the growing number of fingers writhing against his G-spot, and the alien sensation in his rectum, he already felt so close to cumming.
Then Artemy stopped. He pulled out his hand and made an — albeit fruitless — attempt to wipe the drool and cum from his face. “What's that?” he questioned. He leaned over the Bachelor until his breath fell onto his neck. From behind his cock pressed into Daniil’s thighs; still hard and hot from all the commotion. “Did you want more?” he grumbled into his ear.
“Please.” His voice wavered as his chin shook. “Would you fuck me already?”
“Of course, lovely.” Artemy reached a hand back to tease his cunt, but Daniil squirmed and clenched his legs shut.
“I—” Daniil’s face burned in embarrassment at the request he was about to make. “I mean… could you fuck me like two men normally would?”
Artemy wasn't even taken aback by the question. He had only assumed Daniil preferred vaginal sex because… well that's what people with vaginas did, not because he was deadset on it himself. Admittedly, Artemy was more familiar with anal anyway — although he was usually the mortar in the situation, not the pestle — so the idea was more of a relief. “Of course, my lovely,” he echoed again, moving his hand up to tease his anus where Daniil melted under his touch.
He was already loose from their session of foreplay, but still Artemy slipped his fingers inside to explore his interior. He spat on the Bachelor's rear and spread the saliva and leftover arousal fluids around his hole to lubricate the path for his dick. Then, he lined the head of his cock up with Daniil and pressed inside. Maybe he should have taken it slower and stroked himself with just the tip inside, but Daniil wasn't complaining and Artemy was growing impatient himself. He pushed himself as far as he could go and marvelled at just how warm Daniil was all around him until he found their pelvises were touching. He leaned over to feel the heat of Daniil’s back on his bare chest and wrap his arms around him, then began to hump in small, sharp bursts.
Daniil felt like he was being split open; and yet the feeling was not unwelcome. Quite the opposite. He could feel his anus clenching around Artemy's cock and fighting to force it out to no avail. Each time Artemy pulled back was a satisfying relief, but was only followed by a tantalizing violation as he thrust back in in rapid succession. He could have been drooling; he could have been crying; he could have been doing both, but Daniil couldn't tell or care as he was too wrapped up in the bliss of being brutally sodomized.
As if Daniil's trembling was not enough, Artemy reached his hand down under the two of them to jerk Daniil off as he fucked him. He placed two fingers flat atop either side of his clitoral hood and pressed down until his dick popped out the other side. Daniil whined for him to continue the motion. Christ alive, was that how it felt to fuck something? It didn't take long until Daniil to began to rut his hips between Artemy's hand and cock and take control of their tempo. He could feel a pressure build in his abdominals and for a moment he held his breath.
“Artyom, I—” he gasped, trying not to lose sight of the splendidly light feeling in his head. “Fuck! Harder! I'm gonna—”
Artemy followed his instructions and strengthened his pace.
Daniil's body seized and became quiet for a harsh moment before collapsing in on itself. He let out a loud scream of release while a hot spray escaped from between his legs. In that moment Artemy could feel Daniil’s asshole clench tighter around him. He grabbed both sides of his hips and pulled him close to where he could finish his load deep inside.
Both men fell to the warm, tile floor in an exhausted stupor. Their bodies felt warm and tingled with the afterglow of sex, but still felt heavy like lead on the ground. They laid there for a long time, despite the fact they should have left the sauna hours ago.