And Braginski proceeds to do just that. He takes Eduard's cheeks in hand and thrusts his hips, shoving his hard cock in and out of Eduard's mouth, past his lips strained wide.
Too fast for Eduard's liking. He wishes Braginski would slow down, doesn't he prefer it slow? He moans in pain, his eyes clenched shut and tearing at the corners. Luckily, the showers cover for him on that front.
Next Braginski grabs him by the hair again, tilting his face up. This gives him a different angle in, deeper, down his Eduard's throat. It almost makes him gag. Braginski's face - calm and impassive - doesn't match his actions. He looks like this is methodical, planned, carefully executed...
But Eduard can't deny he likes it a bit, likes being directed and controlled, likes it when Braginski loses himself in the pleasure and lets his guard down. He can't deny that arouses him, and he can't hide his erection, either.
And the showers hide none of that. This position, on his knees, lets everybody see him.
"Fucking loves it hard and rough," grunts one man off to the side. Eduard sneaks a glance out of the corner of his eyes. The man is evidently close, his blotchy face red with exertion and his big, meaty hand wrapped hard around his cock, fisting it fast.
"He loves me," Braginski supplies merrily, "he loves whatever I do to him. Don't you? Hmm?"
Eduard answers him with a sigh and an arch of his back, subtly moving his body to press himself closer to Braginski's legs, hoping it'll remind Braginski he doesn't have to be so rough.
Braginski ignores him and shoves himself in hard once more. Eduard barely manages not to retch. He can't keep back the moan of pain, which he's sure sounds more like a moan of something else. (Meanwhile, his own cock leaps to life. Of all the times ... but let him not delude himself any longer: it isn't random. Why does Braginski have to make these things public, have to display him like a prized whore, have to own him in full view of everybody and have to make him like it in front of the audience?!
Yes, that's it exactly, Braginski's making him do this. And when Braginski backs up, kicks his knees apart to spread his thighs, showing everyone his hard cock, that's Braginski's doing entirely and Eduard sure doesn't like any part of it and he's convincing himself rather hard of this.)
Something wet hits his shoulder and trails slow down his upper arm.
That's not water, he thinks.
"Fuckin' cock-loving whore," the red-faced man pants.
"You'll owe me later, then?" asks Braginski, the perfect businessman, hardly taking note of Eduard now and thrusting away into his mouth. Eduard feels a bit hurt.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the man says. He gathers his stuff and leaves.
Braginski is making money off him.
The least Braginski could do is pay attention to him!
Anther wet spot falls on his cheek. Someone moans, then something heavy falls in his hair.
"Excellent," says Braginski, all business and no fun. "Keep going," he adds.
"You'll give us a cut too, I presume?" asks Willem.
"Depends," says Braginski, "are you going to participate in the money making?" He plunges himself deep against Eduard's tongue. "This is hard work, you know."
Off to the side, Berwald snorts derisively and from what Eduard can see, pretends not to be paying attention, and ignores the hard erection he sports. He catches Eduard's eyes , watching him past Braginski's cock, and then he physically turns away.
"I could do that," Willem says, and gets on his knees.
god I just. have been working on this so long and have not had any actual time to put it together. DX
three guesses what this is from
And Braginski proceeds to do just that. He takes Eduard's cheeks in hand and thrusts his hips, shoving his hard cock in and out of Eduard's mouth, past his lips strained wide.
Too fast for Eduard's liking. He wishes Braginski would slow down, doesn't he prefer it slow? He moans in pain, his eyes clenched shut and tearing at the corners. Luckily, the showers cover for him on that front.
Next Braginski grabs him by the hair again, tilting his face up. This gives him a different angle in, deeper, down his Eduard's throat. It almost makes him gag. Braginski's face - calm and impassive - doesn't match his actions. He looks like this is methodical, planned, carefully executed...
But Eduard can't deny he likes it a bit, likes being directed and controlled, likes it when Braginski loses himself in the pleasure and lets his guard down. He can't deny that arouses him, and he can't hide his erection, either.
And the showers hide none of that. This position, on his knees, lets everybody see him.
"Fucking loves it hard and rough," grunts one man off to the side. Eduard sneaks a glance out of the corner of his eyes. The man is evidently close, his blotchy face red with exertion and his big, meaty hand wrapped hard around his cock, fisting it fast.
"He loves me," Braginski supplies merrily, "he loves whatever I do to him. Don't you? Hmm?"
Eduard answers him with a sigh and an arch of his back, subtly moving his body to press himself closer to Braginski's legs, hoping it'll remind Braginski he doesn't have to be so rough.
Braginski ignores him and shoves himself in hard once more. Eduard barely manages not to retch. He can't keep back the moan of pain, which he's sure sounds more like a moan of something else. (Meanwhile, his own cock leaps to life. Of all the times ... but let him not delude himself any longer: it isn't random. Why does Braginski have to make these things public, have to display him like a prized whore, have to own him in full view of everybody and have to make him like it in front of the audience?!
Yes, that's it exactly, Braginski's making him do this. And when Braginski backs up, kicks his knees apart to spread his thighs, showing everyone his hard cock, that's Braginski's doing entirely and Eduard sure doesn't like any part of it and he's convincing himself rather hard of this.)
Something wet hits his shoulder and trails slow down his upper arm.
That's not water, he thinks.
"Fuckin' cock-loving whore," the red-faced man pants.
"You'll owe me later, then?" asks Braginski, the perfect businessman, hardly taking note of Eduard now and thrusting away into his mouth. Eduard feels a bit hurt.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the man says. He gathers his stuff and leaves.
Braginski is making money off him.
The least Braginski could do is pay attention to him!
Anther wet spot falls on his cheek. Someone moans, then something heavy falls in his hair.
"Excellent," says Braginski, all business and no fun. "Keep going," he adds.
"You'll give us a cut too, I presume?" asks Willem.
"Depends," says Braginski, "are you going to participate in the money making?" He plunges himself deep against Eduard's tongue. "This is hard work, you know."
Off to the side, Berwald snorts derisively and from what Eduard can see, pretends not to be paying attention, and ignores the hard erection he sports. He catches Eduard's eyes , watching him past Braginski's cock, and then he physically turns away.
"I could do that," Willem says, and gets on his knees.
god I just. have been working on this so long and have not had any actual time to put it together. DX