BratTamer!Nikolai - Blog Posts

(More on this paragraph from my last tibbit)

Sometimes when John is being a prick, Nikolai will drag him to a janitor’s closet and put his mouth to better use instead of listening to him chatter about how he could take him in a fist fight.

But if John’s being too much of a prick one day, he’ll take him to the hangar, sit them both down in the pilot seat, and watch the sergeant squirm and ride his meaty thigh until he’s a crying, writhing mess.

..kinda like now..

After a few too many insults one day during evac training, Nik excused the two of them because apparently he needed help grabbing something in the hangar(even though he’s perfectly capable of getting it himself), and drags John along.

Now a good thirty minutes have passed and John is on his second orgasm, back arching and hands grabbing at the armrests as he pants, fogging the windows up.

“Take your time lyubov', we’ve got all the time in the world.” Nik mutters as he watches the sergeant squirm.

“N-Nik.” John grunted, trying to move off Nik’s thigh as he became increasingly overstimulated. “Nik, please-”

Suddenly the Russian grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto his leg, beginning to bounce his thigh. This caused the Brit to cry out, body shaking and tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as Nik held him tightly, leaning in to whisper filthy words in different languages to John, which soon pushed him over the edge as he came for the third time.

“Khoroshiy mal'chik.” Nik said with a grin, kissing down John’s neck slowly before nipping at his collarbone. “If you’ll hump a leg like this, I wonder how you’d hump a c-”

“Shut up.” John choked out, mustering up his best glare despite it looking just a bit too desperate. “Yer’ nothin’ but a mangy dog.”

Nik pauses in his seat for a second, staring up at the sergeant with a blank look. John stares back down in triumph because, for a singular second he thought that he was finally able to shut the pilot up.

..Oh how he was sorely mistaken, because in the next minute he was in the chair with his legs thrown over Nik’s shoulders, feeling the hard bulge of the man between his legs and how hot and mean it felt.

“Ready to test my earlier theory dorogoy?” Nik asks as he unzips his jumpsuit and shifts his boxers to let his length spring free, hitting John’s thigh with a soft thud.

John’s eyes widen a bit as he took in the sight of the Russian, noting how pre dribbled down his shaft in stringy lines and dripped onto the seat, soaking it in small, sticky dots.

Ah man.. what’s John gotten himself into?