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Nikolai Lantsov ♛ Korol Rezni ([personal profile] reznikolai) wrote2021-01-30 06:21 pm

I N B O X

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NIKOLAI LANTSOV
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[personal profile] solmate 2022-03-25 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't need to be so tender with her. He doesn't need to be so gentle and giving, and yet he is. He always is in a way that she isn't sure she can ever repay. He scoops her into his arms, effortless to carry her across the room, marvels at her when he lays her on her bed. She can't stop herself from curling into his touch. It is more than just the warmth of another body, but something much deeper. He could help her and be more distant. He could use his hands in distant clinical motions.

Instead he plays out the life they won't have. The one where he carries her as a bride across a threshold, the one where oil lamps and starlight fill their room. The one where she calls him that, sleepily murmuring Kolya? from a cocoon of luxurious blankets as he soothes a fussy Dominik against his bare chest.

She gasps, as his mouth and hand circle her nipple. She's always been sensitive, but it's amplified now. She has to stop herself from jerking forward into him and hold back the whimper that's caught on her tongue. ]



No one else calls you that, do they? [ She whispers. They'd have no reason to, and she finds herself protective of the name, like it should only be theirs. her hands mapping the warm expanse of his back. First with trepidation, and then steadier as she remembers the paths she's learned. ]

Gentle, gentle Kolya— [ She warns beneath her breath, although for no reason. He is being gentle, his touch soft and light. She almost wants more. ] They're so sensitive, Papochka.
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[personal profile] solmate 2022-03-31 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alina presses her lips together trying to hold back a whine, about as unsuccessful as her screwed-shut eyes are at keeping fat, hot tears from rolling down her cheeks. It is not sadness. Or rather, it is not only sadness, but the relief of release too. She sinks back into the pillows, cradled by his hands and framed by his body.

She twists, biting a knuckle to quiet herself. She is not sure how she would explain this clandestine meeting to Inej. Saints aren't so weak they fall into the same traps of desire over and over again.

She pushes the thought away, but it lingers like a shadow.

She sucks in a breath, surprised when he starts in earnest. How is he so good at this? It's not as if there's anyone to practice with except for... Oh. Oh. Well. Good for Konoha for putting Nikolai's mouth to good use.

She's not in the mood for thinking how she shares Nikolai (how he is not hers to share at all any more) when his mouth is at her breast and his cock rubs at her thigh through thin layers of fabric. She groans, rolling to her side to wrap her legs around him. Her tits are overflowing but she feels pathetically empty. It's obscene how being so close to him for such a short time has left her feeling embarrassingly needy as she is reminded of all the ways he soothes her body, the intimate and skillful ways he can use his hands and his mouth and his cock to leave her shaking. Each night together and then even the nights apart chipped away at the walls that hold back the things she shouldn't say. Even the smallest cracks will always grow into something larger. ]


Ever since that dream... I thought about it, you know? [ Little drips of confessions turn into a steady flow. A hand pressed against the dam won't stop it, maybe she should let it wash her out. ] It was hard not to. Every time you came inside me after that I just wondered, what if.
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[personal profile] solmate 2022-04-06 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's held tight, suspended in seconds that stretch into long eternities as long as he stays silent, making her wish she could take it back or hold it in even if it hurts her. Holding onto it was like trying to clutch a piece of cut glass, futile and useless, only leaving her bloodied and scarred.

And then he shares in her confession, her her whole body shudders, a tearless moan of a sob surfacing. She leans into him again, encouraging him to drink from her with long, slow strokes down his neck and back and up again. ]


We're both idiots.

[ But she does not mean it in a derisive way. It's true. Nikolai may have hidden some truths from her but she had been willfully blind to other parts. ]

I'm sorry, [ she whispers. And then again. ] I'm sorry it won't be ours.

[ Because it cannot be here, and even when... if they return home, she could accept Nikolai's proposal. She could be his wife. But it would not really be the Nikolai in her arms that drinks from her breast. The one that she fell in love with, that she still loves against all her better judgement (the thin amount of it she manages to have normally). She wonders if she will ever feel a love so messy and so whole ever again. It almost would be easier to die on the fold. ]
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[personal profile] solmate 2022-04-20 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
No, [ She shakes her head quickly, nosing against his hair, breathing in the scent of it deeply. She wonders if all of him is so stubborn that their baby might have golden locks curling on their head rather than her dark hair.

But apparently that is no indication to stop, a series of soft moans escape her parted lips, echoing the pattern of their bodies. She bobs in his lap, following the path of his fingers, rolling her hips back and forth. She stifles a low whine as the fabric drags over her warm center, his thumb brushing over her clit, not enough pressure through the layers, too much friction that leaves her burning for him.

She whimpers, her skin puckering into goosebumps at the chill of the room. Warm milk dribbles down her stomach, leaking from the breast he had abandoned. ]


Please— [ She sucks in a breath, being pulled to a familiar precipice with relief on the horizon but she knows she must first summit a mountain of need. It feels impossible, insurmountable. She could not get herself there, he has to carry her. ]

Please. [ She whines again, tears spilling out of the corner of her eyes. ] Please touch me.

[ Want me. Love me. ]
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[personal profile] solmate 2022-06-11 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ah— ah.

[ Alina squeezes the back of his neck to steady herself as Nikolai pushes into her. She's tight, not painfully so, but she welcomes the blunt head of his cock inside of her far less frequently now. This is not the long sessions of their lovemaking where he made her cry out his name from just his fingers and his tongue multiple times over.

And still she wouldn't change it. This is what she needs. She needs him, messy and unplanned. Perfectly imperfect in its honesty. ]


I want— [ She chokes on the words. She can't hold it back now. She can't afford to lie to him. Or to herself. ] I want it too.

[ She grasps the back of his hand, pulling it back to the flat of her stomach as she begins to rock against him. ]

Can we pretend? [ She whispers it, her mouth against his temple, her hips bumping in small hitches. ] Just... just for one night.