⠀ ⠀I “forbid it”
{ Brandon *𝙢𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 him playfully, until the words died on his tongue once he felt Niko’s lips become greedily attentive to his /neck/. Bastard, he knew what that always did to him. . . Biting down on his lower lip with a small hum. }
“Good. You’re not allowed to move, lotus flower. I 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙 it.”
Brandon couldn’t see, but Nikolai was smiling like a damn fool against his neck, nipping and suckling at his sweet skin.
⠀ ⠀Hi, Niko.
{ Brandon smiled spread further, leaning back into his boyfriend’s arms, feeling 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 and /secure/, sighing happily. }
I think I’m going to just stay right here.
⠀ ⠀{ Niko tearing off his clothes was kinda the point of this little “exercise,” his lips quirking at the 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, loving to pleasure his boyfriend the same way he always pleasured him. . .
/no one/ could make him feel the way Nikolai did, his hands sliding under
—
“You drive me fucking 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚, lotus flower.”
It wasn’t a complaint, but a warning, because if he carried on. . . Well, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from tearing off Brandon’s clothes and taking him right there.
Nikolai groaned, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, fingers sinking
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⠀ ⠀{ He was 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮 /fast/ these days, Brandon peaking behind him until he no longer heard footsteps, pausing suspiciously. . . }
Nikolai, that’s /enough/. Come out here now.
{ Bran grumbled, his arms crossed while he stood his ground. }
Nikolai was just as fast. All the times he followed ( *𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 ) Brandon on his morning runs had paid off so he was able to catch up, but in a 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠, he vanished behind a suit of armour and stifled a laugh. Oh, how he loved messing with him. It was like a secret game.
⠀ ⠀𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛, /Niko/.
{ he knew he couldn’t win this game. Not against him. It didn’t matter how far he ran, or how much he fight. Nikolai 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 him. —— although, Brandon didn’t make it *𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺,his sprint becoming a /run/ down the corridor. It helped he did
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“You’ll never win 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 game, flower.”
Without hesitation, Nikolai’s feet hit the ground and he followed him with large, deliberate strides. Oh he just loved a chase. The scent of “𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳” clinging to the air like perfume and he drank it in with a mischievous grin.
⠀ ⠀{ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, Brandon immediately filed it into his memory, pushing Niko’s leg in between his thighs while their bodies melt together. —— he then pressed his lips across the entirety of his boyfriend’s collar bone.
He /loved/ tasting him. }
A guttural moan escaped his throat when Brandon claimed the sweet spot, large hands 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 at his rear and forcing him closer, as close as their bodies would allow.