This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotic tale is sets in a fictionalised 19th Century European Imperial Court. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value. As this world was inspired by the 19th Century it contains their prejudices and ethics. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.
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Vadim and Mikhail
Vadim sat in the armchair, striking a match and lighting his cigarette. The room was lit by several candelabra. The large chandelier had been extinguished. However, the flickering flames of the candles produced a warm light that mixed with the open fire on the left wall and the stove in the corner. Sunk low in the bergère chair, Vadim drew on his cigarette as he sipped on the claret and waited. He had gone to the room over an hour ago; the gilded clock had then shown a little after ten, and it has half past eleven. He was tired from the journey and half-dressed, his tunic and boots were draped over another chair, and Vadim had loosened his braces letting his trousers fall a little at the waist. Vadim did not realise he had fallen asleep until he felt the soft stroke of a hand on his face. With a start, he opened his eyes and his burned-down cigarette that lay smouldering in the crystal tray, the warm beard-covered face of Mikhail looking down at him. The grey eyes showed concern.
"Good Morning," Mikhail said in a soft, deep voice.
"Is it that hour?" Vadim croaked.
"Near enough," Mikhail said, kissing his forehead. He reached up and touched Mikhail's chest, the thick mat of hair pocking out the nightshirt he wore under his robe. Michael moved his lips down, and Vadim leaned up and kissed Mikhail.
"I should have sent word," Mikhail said in what passed as an apology for him. "Come", he added, pulling on Vadim's arm, and the younger man rose from the chair. "You should have gone to bed."
He added.
"I did not..." Vadim said, looking over at the gilt clock on the mantle, the fire was low, and the light had faded in the room. It was past two as Mikhail led them both to the seat at the end of the bed.
Vadim's eyes were still half closed as Mikhail turned and faced the younger man. His hand went to the shoulders and pushed the braces off, allowing them to fall. Michael began to unbutton Vadim's shirt one button at a time. With a legion of servants who looked after him. Mikhail enjoyed the pleasures of undressing a man as it was not a function he did to himself. Vadim knew this and let Mikhail slowly, button by button, reveal the thick, coarse black hair on his chest. As Mikhail continued to un-fasten the lower buttons, the trail ran over his stomach, the hair getting softer.
Mikhail pulled the shirt ends out of the trouser waist, ran his hands up the body and chest, slid the cotton off the shoulders, and Vadim let the shirt fall to the floor. Sitting on the upholstered bench, Mikhail exhaled as he reached for the button of the trousers. Guard trousers had eleven black buttons hidden from view behind the cloth, and Mikhail patiently unpopped each one and pulled back the flap to reveal the white fabric of his underclothes.
Stood before the bed, still half asleep, Vadim let Mikhail un down the buttons, and once all were done and the fabric pulled apart, Mikhail leaned forward and kissed above the waistline of the undergarments. Letting his lips linger, Mikhail breathed in through his nose, letting the scent of Vadim. A sweat scent of a man who had been on duty all day, the smell of an Imperial Guard filled his loins. His nightshirt under his robe could not hide his excitement as Mikhail took a second breath before moving to yet more buttons. The two buttons that held the undershorts in place were smaller than those Mikhail had to deal with before; however, with his experience, the buttons popped out through their slits, and Mikhail could peal back the fabric exposing the base of Vadim's dick.
The blood was flowing south; his cock had its own mind and did not care that Vadim was tired, and he could barely keep his eyes open. Mikhail kissed the base, and the black hairs mingled with his auburn beard. With large hands, Mikhail pushed the undershorts and trousers down, and the cock popped up, rubbing the underside of his manicured beard. Leaning back, he opened his mouth and took the piece of flesh into his mouth. Vadim sighed quietly as the man who had sucked him a hundred times took his cock into his mouth. He stood in the ornate room, a fire crackling being the only noise other than the gentle sucking of Mikhail on his cock. His trousers were around his knees as the large boot stock held them high; Mikhail, who was taller and broader than Vadim, had the cock by the base pushing the flesh back and exposing the head of his cock in his warm wet mouth.
Mikhail gobbled on the cock, sliding up and down the member. Vadim was not the biggest, at seven inches bigger, the only part of his body more significant than Mikhail. Resting his hands in his lover's thick, lush hair, he encouraged him to take all the cock into his mouth with his hands and moans from above. Mikhail did not need to come up for air as regularly as some had in the past. He enjoyed sucking cock; it made him rock hard to be on his knees or sit down with a younger man's cock in his mouth.
Holding the base with his left-hand head tilted slightly, Mikhail held his own cock in his free right hand and gently rubbed his five and a half inches. As Vadim's hands went from resting in his hair to holding his head in place, the young man thrust up and into Mikhail'sMikhail's mouth. He made noises of encouragement as though it was their first time, and Vadim needed instruction. The head pushed through his mouth into his throat, and the airflow stopped. Given your body's natural reaction that if the throat sphincter is open, you can not intake air Mikhail pushed onto the cock, making sure the head edged in his throat. Forcing himself to breathe through his nose, the deep intake and exhale of air ran over Vadim's pubes of Vadim before Mikhail pulled back. With a large intake of breath around the head of Vadim's cock, Mikhail went back to working the meat in his mouth.
Now awake, Vadim pulled at the thick fabric of the robe tied around Mikhail and moved position by shuffling back; Mikhail turned with Vadim, not letting the cock out of his mouth. Mikhail untied the robe and threw it off his shoulders with Vadim's help as it is not easy to take a robe off your arms when you have a cock in your mouth. Mikhail had to break from the cock to stand to take the long night shirt off over his head.
Exposed to the air, Vadim admired as he always did how much like a bear Mikhail looked, big, broad- shouldered, with a full beard, thick hair ran over his torso onto his shoulders. No longer serving in the military and twenty-two years his senior nearing his fiftieth year, Mikhail had a thick belly created by fine food, wine and living. His entire front was covered in hair almost, and Vadim, several inches shorter, stood up on his toes and kissed Mikhail, grabbing the underside of the belly that hung between them. The back of his hand rubbed against the wet head of the cock that stood straighter than an officer at attention. Vadim ran a hand through the back of Mikhail's hair, pulling him onto his mouth and lowering himself to rest his feet on the rug-covered floor. Mikhail folded Vadim into his arms, and Vadim felt that sense of security and love he enjoyed with Mikhail.
The two men stood kissing tongues entwining as Vadim threw a second hand around Mikhail's thick neck and the older man pulled him into his body, their cocks slapping one another as though fencing in the warm fire light. Mikhail reached down and grabbed Vadim's cock stroking the dick a few times, feeling his saliva on it. As the saliva dried, he broke the kiss and got down onto his knees. The thrill of master serving servant flooded through Mikhail as he helped Vadim one foot at a time out of his socks, trousers and undershorts. Now naked before him, Mikhail looked up at the military-prepared body, a little envious he no longer had such a frame (although if he told himself the truth, he never did). Mikhail ran his hands up Vadim's torso, reaching both nipples about the same time he ran the small flesh numbs between finger and thumb. Vadim let out a quivering groan as Mikhail tweaked his nipples and took his cock back into his mouth. On his knees, Mikhail knelt upright to reach Vadim's nipples easily but reverted, leaving the nipples alone so he could get more of the cock into his mouth. In this position, he opened his legs so he could sit back, his furry butt resting on his up- turned heels as he sucked on the cock. One hand on Mikhail's head, Vadim pushed him back and forth on the cock, raising a foot and hooking the hard cock on his sole and pushing it towards the ground.
Now Mikhail groaned as his cock was pushed towards the ground, building the tension in his meat, the mix of pleasure and pain filling his body. Eliciting his nipples to harden and his heart beat faster, he sucked hard and moved back and forth along the cock more quickly. Gripping Vadim by his buttocks, Mikhail encouraged Vadim to fuck his face. The younger man returned by holding his head in place and thrusting his cock in and out of the warm, experienced mouth. Saliva ran out his mouth and soaked the beard on his chin as Mikhail pushed Vadim all the way in and held the man in place.
Vadim's cock was buried into Mikhail'sMikhail's throat, and the older man looked up as water formed in them before he pulled back and took an in-breath for a moment before taking the cock back into his mouth. All this time, Vadim resting his heel on the floor, pushed the hard cock up and down with his sole provoking moans and groans from Mikhail.
Taking another break, Mikhail began to stroke Vadim with his right hand and an intense ferocity while looking up at Vadim; his lips parted as Vadim continued to tease the tense dick under his foot.
Mikhail broke the wanking of Vadim's cock and went back to sucking for another half minute before breaking off and wanking the slippery cock again.
"You want me to cum?" Vadim asked.
"Yes!" Mikhail said in a deep fevered tone.
Vadim took over the tossing as he looked down at Mikhail, who moved below Vadim's balls and sucked one into his mouth. Running his hands up the back of Vadim, he ran a finger along the hairy crack. The new position freed Mikhail's cock, and he stroked himself as, with a pop, one ball fell out of his mouth and licked the other before sucking it into his mouth. Pulling on the ball in his mouth, Vadim quivered, groaned and let out a noise that can only be described as sex. He could feel the cum building in his balls as the finger running up his crack ran over the entrance to his hole, and the mouth on his balls licked and sucked him.
Coming back to the front, Mikhail took Vadim back into his mouth as the Vadim slowed his strokes and moved to the base of his cock. His lover sucked his head and upper shaft. With a hand on his backside, he pushed Vadim into him, and Vadim removed his hand and let Mikhail govern the thrusts in and out of his mouth as he tossed his own cock furiously between his legs.
When the cock popped out of his mouth Vadim took over and began to wank himself as Mikhail breathed on his cock and ducked to lick the inside thigh.
"Oh!" came the short, almost squeak from Vadim as his sperm began to swim from his balls up his shaft.
Mikhail moved his lips up and opened his mouth, and took the cock in his mouth. Not fast enough as the first shot of thick cum splattered into his bearded top lip and cheek. Taking the cock head into his mouth as Vadim continued to toss himself off, sucking the cum into his mouth and down his throat, Mikhail's ejaculation exploded across the rug-covered floor. As Vadim finished in his mouth, resting his other hand on Mikhail's shoulder as he leaned into the man and let him suck the juices from his quickly sensitising cock. Both men were breathing heavily from their orgasms as Vadim pulled back and gathered his breath. He helped Mikhail rise from the floor. He could see the cum on his face and smile in the dim light.
"I appear to have got you," Vadim said.
"I know," Mikhail said, licking his lips before giving Vadim a peck on the lips and moving off to the basin cabinet.
Washing his face, Vadim, his legs feeling less like jelly, poured water from a pitcher nearby and handed a crystal cut glass to Mikhail. Whose face was damp from being freshly washed downed the water whilst Vadim sipped at his and took it over to his trousers.
"You are not staying?" Mikhail asked. Vadim looked up at the clock above the fire before looking back at Mikhail.
"I have duty in three and half hours."
"You can sleep and rest here," Mikhail said, trying to keep the begging tone out of his voice.
"If I crawl into bed with you." Vadim said, moving over to Mikhail, "I won't wake up in time." He said as he rested up against the bigger man who wrapped his arms around him. "You are very warm and cuddly" Vadim added.
The two kissed again and broke apart Mikhail to the bed, where he watched Vadim dress as best he could before leaving.