homofic 13: a reimagination of homofic 1
setting the scene: may or may not be inspired by current events. alexei is left alone in his apartment while his wonderful roommate mishka is gone on a particularly long flight to the arctic or something.
It had already been 2 days. An excruciating, omega-in-heat level of abandonment had been plaguing Alexei ever since Mishka's departure. He didn't want to admit it, but he relied on Mishka much more than he gave him credit for. Today was just a manifestation of that.
At first, it was a sort of prolonged sadness. Rooms felt empty. His head felt empty. He cooked for two people, and ended up eating half. He watered their tomatoes, dusted their room, and even performatively read books, glasses lazily hanging from his nosebridge, ass poked up into the air and foot rubbing on his ankle, only to realise he had no one to entice.
As the hours went on, his mask of utter devotion to this boy began to slip. He would text him anything; his thoughts, things going around the house, his work, and how much he missed his stupid boy. He'd curse himself for taking all those moments for granted- seeing him sit beside him on the couch, running his hands through his hair, letting his hands run over his smooth skin, for example et cetera....
The following nights, he'd stay up, staring at the ceiling. He found himself both unmotivated and restless, unable to even think through anything. All that he could really pin-point was the severe lack of something- not necessarily Mishka himself, but something he offered to him. insert hannibal quote here. Of course, he'd eventually fall into a light sleep, and get annoyed at himself for waking up so early the next day, wishing to stay in the illusion a little longer.
One day, he finally heard a ding! on his phone. He only had notifications on for one person- rubbing his warm orbs of sight, Alexei dove for his phone, and with an eager smile stretched across his face, opened it.
!!!TEN PERCENT OFF YOUR LOCAL VEGAN GROCERY STORE!!!
Once his smile faded, he threw the phone across the wall. He picked it up and did it again, and again, and again, until all that was left in his scratched hands was a very, very cracked brick. He broke down sobbing, dropping the once-a-phone onto the carpet, and crying out, humiliating himself.
This was not how he was supposed to act. Mishka? He was pathetic. It was expected that a single hotpot declination from Alexei would send the poor boy spiraling into a jealousy-fuelled misery. But... Alexei? Buff communist comrade? No, this was not right... and still, he found himself comforted by the vicious sadness he expressed. He was too sad to move. A single movement would render him too far from his lovely love. And so, he ended up sobbing until he fell asleep on the floor.
"What have we here...?" a sexci voice sounded. The sound of a few bags placed on the floor followed, as well as the shutting of the door. Alexei felt a boot nudge his back, but he was far too sleep deprived to be aware of anything at all ever. Until he was able to, which will be so in a few moments.
Mishka chuckled, squatting down beside him to look what became of his mao. His eyes glazed over the boy's messy mog i mean mod cut, down to the deeply engraved crevices under his eyes, and of course, his (by his I mean Mishka's) favourite outfit ever: "sexy booty shorts" consisting of approximately 2% booty coverage that barely contained his massive booty, and a tight-fitting white shirt, which, Mishka made sure, would be gone later. He stood back up, having a slight smile on his face, and just as he began to turn, he felt a hand on his calf.
"M-Mishenka..?" the boy let out in sleepy rasps- "You're home?" Alexei's eyelids fluttered, as if he was finding this all hard (haha) to believe. His hands slid higher up along Mishka's leg, until gripping onto his thigh pathetically, not wanting to let go.
"Mm... and what of it?" Mishka replied, looking down at him bemusedly. "You said you'd be fine. And here, well..." he reached out a calm, but firm hand to touch the boy's hair- "I find you waiting for me on the floor like a dog." Alexei's grip on the boy's thigh tightened.
Alexei couldn't think fast enough to do anything. He didn't care. Mishka looked freaking delectable. Despite being a little worn out from the flight, his wavy black hair sat perfectly as usual, and his insanely buff scapulas practically jumped out in that black button-up of his. Upon Mishka's touch, he returned only a pair of watering, desperate slavic pay gorn eyes. God, he felt pathetic. But... he liked it?
Mishka's hand traveled down to Alexei's chin, and lifted his face, thumb in between the boy's lips. "Oh. You missed me that much?" Alexei's tail wagged. Mishka couldn't help but notice his massive ass, practically spilling out of the booty shorts as he knelt down in front of him. God, he hoped Mishka liked seeing him like this. A totally exposed, nervous wreck... embarrassed of his dependence, but unable to keep up the facade for any longer. He wanted Mishka to know. He wanted to be degraded.
Mishka said the classic line:
"Take off your shirt." Upon a split second of hesitation, Alexei obeyed. Sloppily, he pulled it off, but once in his hand and about to throw it to the side, Mishka stopped him.
"No. Give it to me," he warned. Alexei did as he was told. Mishka took it, and smelled it with every intense fiber of his very being, letting the vodka-potato-adidas scents ooze into his nostrils. "Mmnngh... you've been quite the omega, haven't you?"
Unable to refute it, he simply kept his mouth shut, still staring at the man, as if anticipating something.
"If you want something from me," Mishka began, bending over him, "you have to say it." With his free hand, he pushed the boy against his pale chest, prompting him to lay on the carpet, elbows propping himself up.
"Y-y-y-y-you... I.. I want you, alpha," Alexei whispered as his face grew red.
"What was that?" replied Mishka, "I couldn't hear you." Was he seriously doing this? Mocking him? Making him do the one most difficult thing he could do? Yeah, that turned him on. Fantastic.
"I wan- nhghh!" Alexei felt something get shoved down his throat- and as he tried to move his tongue, realised it was his taste. Aka his own shirt. Wide-eyed and trying to mumble his way through the shirt, he felt Mishka's boot on his chest, making him collapse under his elbows.
The alpha knelt down and put a hand to Alexei's cheek, telling him, "Shh..." and pushing the shirt in deeper. Hell yeah, he was fully filled up! Anyway as he tried to restrain deep moans, Mishka began to kiss his neck, occasionally letting his tongue slide to taste his salty sweat. With hands pinning him to the floor, Mishka made his way down, kissing his chest scars and ribs and oh probably teasingly sucking on his nipples a little. Eventually, his hands glided down to Alexei's SENSITIVE? thighs, gently spreading. insert mishka sucking alexei's metaphorical willy as he cries out into the shirt stuffed down his throat?
(couple days later at a restaurant or something)
"So, you guys, how was Mishka's big plane job thing?" hanabanana asked, chin on her hands.
Mishka grinned. Alexei replied, "Oh, right. To be honest, I kind of forget about it." He faced his mao. "It was okay, right? Nothing that interesting to tell, I'm afraid."
"Well, I don't know about Alexei, I'm sure you missed each other very much," she said, looking at Mishka with a smile. "You were probably chasing after him once you got home."
"Oh, yes," Mishka replied. "Very much so." He squeezed Alexei's thigh under the table and gave him a sly smirk. Do not worry, my little omega, he seemed to say... I'll keep this dirty secret of yours...
