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Chapter 208 - A Contented Smile (NSFW)

'Now what?' Misha thought, unsure of what to do next, as he straddled Gabriel, sitting on his thighs. He wanted to do many things, but he didn't know where to start. A little earlier, Gabriel had been compliant with his request and obediently lay on the bed, offering himself up without a hint of reluctance. He was waiting patiently, squinting slightly to try and discern Misha's expression. He could not see much from this distance, and Misha's face was nothing but a blur of mismatching colors. 

"Do you want your glasses?" Misha asked, aware that Gabriel's eyesight was pretty bad. It had degraded even further over the years. "Where did you put them?" 

"It's fine," Gabriel waved his hand. "It's going to get in the way if you want to kiss me and get knocked off quickly, anyway. Ah, but I may have to close my eyes to avoid straining them at one point. I hope you don't mind…?"

"Oh, no, please do!" Misha smirked. "I've heard that when you lose your sense of sight, others get exerted instead, and you feel things more intensely. I wonder if that's true?"

As an answer, Gabriel shrugged, an amused smile lingering on his lips. 

Then, silence fell into the bedroom. Despite the inn's rustic appearance, the rooms were soundproof, and Misha couldn't hear anything from outside. No, all he could hear was his heartbeat drumming in his temples. He gulped, clenching and unclenching his fists. Although Gabriel was lying under him, Misha was at a loss. In the end, he began by doing the easiest thing: he scrutinized his body, appreciating every little curve. Gabriel still wore his pants, while his shirt was still pulled up above his pectorals, revealing his chest in a somewhat alluring way. And, most of all, the light smile on his face made Misha's heart skip a beat. 

If anything, this was a sight for sore eyes. 

But even though Gabriel put himself at his mercy, he didn't appear nervous in the slightest, making Misha feel like he was the only anxious one. How could he be so confident? In a way, it was unnerving. It was also the opposite of him, who was afraid to do something Gabriel wouldn't like and not be up to the task. He hadn't felt pressured earlier when he was in a frenzy, but now that he had cooled down and was allowed to consciously do whatever he wanted, the desire to perform well was skyrocketing, alongside the stress of failure.

'Stop being so damn tense!' Misha berated himself, his gaze diverting to Gabriel's crotch as if to comfort himself that his excitement hadn't yet cooled. The big tent near his own reassured him. 'He told you himself that he'll let you know if you do something he doesn't like. You've been dreaming about this moment for years, so get the ball rolling, you idiot!' 

After what seemed to be an eternity, Misha managed to put some order in his thoughts, and his hands moved. His fingertips slowly traced Gabriel's defined abdominal muscles, climbing up higher and higher. They passed over his belly button, then stopped near his nipples. His hands slid to the side, allowing his thumbs to caress the small bulges, pressing and rolling them gently. All along, Misha's gaze was locked onto Gabriel's well-toned chest, his eyes showing a hunger he didn't know he had. He loved the sensation of the perky nipple under his thumbs, and it didn't take long before he teased them with his nails, carefully scratching the sensitive areas. As he did so, he felt Gabriel tense slightly under him, making him pause.

"Do you not like it…?"

"I'm not sure," Gabriel admitted. "It tickles a little and makes me want to wriggle. But I don't think I hate it? Well, it's a new sensation for sure."

The low chuckle made the chest under Misha's hands tremble, and it somehow made butterflies flutter around in his stomach. How could such a simple matter feel so arousing…?

A moment later, Misha's hands let go to grab the shirt and lift it higher. Before Gabriel could say anything and tell him that it was alright to continue, Misha bent over to capture one nipple in his mouth, earning him a soft moan. His tongue was pressed against the hard bulge as he sucked it, while his hands were busy trying to get rid of the shirt. Gabriel, understanding what he wanted, helped take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor beside the bed. Not even a second after, he slid a hand on Misha's lower back, and another on the nape of his neck, his fingers climbing up on the back of his head to intermingle with Misha's long, soft hair. It encouraged Misha to lick and suck even more, although he refrained from biting or using his teeth. He was a novice, and he was afraid to inadvertently hurt him in the process. Like Gabriel had said, it was better to slow down and take their time. 

Even so, his hands didn't remain idle for long. One was used to prop himself up and offer support to his upper body, while the other went lower to knead Gabriel's member over his pants. Misha was rewarded with a surprised but pleased hiss, which only added to his excitement. Knowing that Gabriel's hard-on was due to him was incredibly arousing, and Misha felt like his own pants were getting far too tight. His member was trapped, and it was starting to hurt a little. It should be the same for Gabriel. 

Hesitation made his movements pause for an instant. It took him a few seconds to muster his courage and unbutton Gabriel's pants before sliding down the zipper. Misha was purposely acting slowly, giving Gabriel enough time to tell him to stop if he didn't want to. Or maybe it was for him, as he tried to prepare himself mentally. Because the moment he held Gabriel's warm member in his hand, he felt his mouth turn dry. Precum had already turned the tip moist, and when Misha moved his hand up and down, the fluid spread on its length, giving birth to soft but overly audible obscene sounds. He was still moving painfully slowly, and he could feel Gabriel getting impatient under him. His muscles tensed as he tried to keep himself from pushing up his hips.

"Can I take yours out, too..?" Gabriel eventually asked, his voice strained.

It startled Misha, who could only nod his agreement, afraid of what could come out of his mouth if he spoke. He was too excited to be coherent, and as soon as Gabriel received permission, he let go of the back of his head and went straight for his lower half, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down under his buttocks, along with his underwear. It freed his member, and it sprang against Gabriel's hand. Unlike Misha, he didn't hesitate a moment before grabbing it, and he quickly began to pump it up and down, his grip firm but not too tight. His other hand, which had been on his lower back, slid down to his butt, kneading the tender fleshy cheek. Misha couldn't help but let out a soft moan and let go of Gabriel's nipple. He propped himself higher to give him a kiss instead, facilitating Gabriel's position. He had been stretching his arms and bending his torso to reach his lower half, and Misha thus brought it closer, making it so that their members were now at the same height and their hands bumped into each other.

Feeling what Misha intended to do, Gabriel spread his legs so he could slip between them, going from straddling him to lying atop him. In this position, it didn't take long before Misha chased Gabriel's hand away to grind their slippery members against each other. Gabriel followed along and let go, bringing his free hand to Misha's other buttcheek. He held his rear firmly, pushing his lower half against his until their members were trapped against each other and between their abdomens. Meanwhile, Misha moved his hips, fiercely rubbing against Gabriel while devouring his lips. The excitement was, again, getting up to his head, and his hips moved faster and harder until, eventually, release took him almost by surprise. A pleasure he had never felt before then washed over him, and while his hips still jolted, he parted his lips to let a long sigh of satisfaction against Gabriel's mouth. Not long after, he collapsed, somewhat exhausted. He leaned his head against Gabriel's shoulder, trying to catch his breath as he stared at the man sideways. 

Seeing Gabriel's flustered face made him smile. Of course, he wasn't any better, and both of their abdomens were now smeared with semen. Neither cared at the moment, however. They were still lost in bliss. Although eventually, Gabriel kissed the tip of Misha's nose and murmured: 

"Don't fall asleep now. We need to take a shower first and eat something."

"Can we do that tomorrow morning…?"

After relieving himself, the excitement seemed to cool down, and most of all, the fatigue Misha had been ignoring came running back and crashed upon him. He had wanted to do much more tonight, but he felt dead tired. His nap in the car hadn't been enough, far from it. Exhaustion from days of insomnia and stress couldn't be cured with a mere hour of sleep. His eyelids were already getting heavy. 

"Alright, alright," Gabriel chuckled as he pushed Misha beside him, laying him on his back. "You can go to sleep. I'll go fetch a wet towel and wipe your stomach." 

Even though Misha still wore his shirt, it had been lifted at one point, and even if it caught most of the semen, some still splattered on his abdomen.

"I can do that myself at least…"

"Visibly, no, you can't," Gabriel shook his head, appearing amused. "Let me take care of you for once. I'll also undress you, if you don't mind."

As an answer, Misha hummed what seemed to be an 'ok'. While he drifted into sleep, he was somewhat aware of Gabriel gently pulling down his pants and underwear, then lifting his shirt. A bit later, he felt something damp on his abdomen. Again, a moment later, the mattress sank, and Misha was more or less conscious of being dragged into someone's arms. The warmth of Gabriel's naked body seemed to spread throughout his own, relaxing him. Finally, Misha fell into a deep slumber, a contented smile on his lips.

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