Smutty & Absurd

Ivan couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

He's helpless, unable to escape his encounter with that rogue cop in the Nevadan desert. Caught with a broken tail light, he's pulled over by an officer. One who's stare made his heart pulsate as he wrote him a ticket.

His offer for a bribe only backfired. Said officer had him out of his car and on his knees. Cock on eye level, with an offer to pleasure him to avoid arrest. Reluctantly, he found himself choking on his length. Afterwards, he was free to go, with only a piece of half chewed gum shoved in his mouth as a token of the act.

A piece of gum he chewed on the entire drive back.

At first he’s humiliated and disgusted with himself, but he can't stop his mind wandering. Relentless thoughts about how the younger man so easily got him on his knees. Without much hesitation of his body or language. No snarky remarks, only trembling lips that parted open when ordered.

Such a cocky, unfazed attitude is a rare occurrence. Most people found him intimidating. His height made him look down to have a conversation with the average fellow. But officer Jones didn’t flitch. There’s no scared gleam in his eyes, he only saw his reflection in his sunglasses. The sight of him on his knees, waiting for instructions. Every time he had an erection, he fought touching it. He couldn’t stomach the idea of him jerking off to such an asshole.

One day, when Ivan was finally beginning to move on, he got a knock on his doorbell.

Going down the stairs of his condo, he didn’t bother to check the peephole as he opened the door. His friendly expression turned into shock when he saw the officer. Here, standing at his doorway. Wearing the exact same uniform and glasses. He’s still as tan and handsome as he first remembered him.

“Hey Russki. Mind if I come in?”

Ivan didn’t respond. Aghast expression, questioning his reality. The world is spinning. Lacking a reply, Alfred pushed himself in anyway.

“I’mma take your silence as a yes.” Officer still had that low, southern drawl that Ivan couldn’t escape out of his head. He’s still smacking his jaw with that mint gum. His hands were in his pockets, his way of attempting to appear less intimidating.

“I-I… Uh…” Ivan stuttered as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t want anyone in the neighborhood to get noisy and see a cop at his doorstep. People had a habit of gossiping. He swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment to compose himself.

“Sir, may I ask, what are you doing here?” He opened back his eyes, wide with confusion. Quiet voice as he didn’t want to appear confrontational. His heart raced from fear of whatever this officer could be at his doorstep for. Ivan worries he’s committed another crime. Giving the officer an excuse for even more devious acts.

“I came to apologize. And take you on a date.”

Ivan shook his head in confusion, eyebrows shot up. He’s hearing this man wrong. He had to be. Especially the proposal of a date. He fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater.

“I-I’m sorry. Excuse me?" His voice is exacerbated by bewilderment.                                        

Alfred sighed, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “Listen. I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya’. At all. You’re special. That mouth of yours is somethin’ different. That body of yours is different. The way you get on your knees is…” Alfred relieved his perfect grin, with his tongue licking his canine. As if he’s predator salivating over his prey.

“I should of been a lil’ nicer to ya’. Sooo…. I’m sorry.”

Ivan’s mouth went dry as he stared at the ground. He processed what the officer had said. His thoughts cranked as his brain tried to put together the puzzle of a situation he’s in.

“You…” He began, looking back up. “You are… sorry, for making me suck you off… on the side of the highway…?” He reiterated the scene to the officer. He kept having to take pauses to push out the full reply.

“Yes, well, uh, I didn’t make ya’, but I shouldn’t have done that. I should have, like… ate your ass in my patrol car or somethin’.” Alfred scratched the back of his neck, his body language for the first time displaying a sense of guilt.

Ivan scoffed, raising a brow. What an entertaining sentence. “Didn’t make me? Oh sir, so when you had me go on my knees and took your cock out, that was not an order?” He recalled, shaking his head.

Alfred shook his head back. “No. I was just sayin’ if you didn’t wanna be arrested, you could just suck me off. If you said no I would have just arrested you.” He retold his point of view.

Ivan narrowed his eyes with an irritated expression. He found the officer's defense of his actions almost cartoonish in humor. Like that, a real person wouldn't utter these words. This had to be a weird wet dream from all the nights replaying the day in his head.

“Well. Sir, you didn’t have to arrest me at all.” Ivan argued, still trying to stay respectful. This cop already proved to behave in an unpredictable manner. A wrong sentence ended Ivan with him on his knees on the side of the road. And a mouth filled with spit and semen.

“Uh, yes I should have.” Alfred put his hands on his waist, above his holstered gun. “Bribing a cop is a felony.” He explained, tilting his head and raising a brow. He chewed on his gum loudly. “Ya’ probably would have gotten fired from your fancy aerospace job.” The cop then stood straight, slipping his hands back into his pockets. His toothy grin appeared on his face. It made Ivan tense up.

“So tell me. If you could go back in time, would ya’ rather me arrest you. Or would ya’ rather gotten on your knees?” His southern drawl lowered at the last words. There's a cockiness in his voice that only Ivan could dream of possessing.

Ivan stayed silent. He looked down to the floor. To his left and his right. Back to the ceiling. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He had no comeback, as there’s truth in the officer’s statement. He rather have a repeat of that then sitting in the back of his car, wearing handcuffs. Another part that caused him to be speechless is the sheer absurdity of the conversation. The man isn’t prepared to reply to such ridiculous questions. His mind isn’t producing any sharp, witty responses. Only stutters and attempts to form composure.

“Wait… Did you come here all the way from Reno?” Memory of what city he was heading to that day made him question the cops sanity. “That is two hours away!” He closed his eyes and shook his head again. Another check on the list of what was wrong with this officer.

“Well, it’s really one hour with the sirens on.” Alfred responded, snorting with a raised brow. More snapping his gum with his jaw. Eyes still hidden under his aviators.

“You, you came one hour to say sorry, in hopes that it would win you a date?” Ivan crossed his arms and leaned in while he questioned the shorter man.

“Uh, yeah?” Alfred replied as if it’s a no brainer. A silly question.

Ivan put his face in his hands, releasing a breath as he shook his head in shock more. The conversation is getting more incredulous each second.

“I’m sorry officer. But, what in the world… Would make you think… That I would go on a date with you?” Ivan asked in a despairing voice. ‘Do I really look as if I have no self respect? Is my lack of self esteem visible?’ Ivan scrutinized himself and how he appeared to others. He saw the light. He must secretly reek of desperation.

“‘Cause I know you liked it.” Alfred shrugged, his aura unbothered. As if everything he said is an undeniable fact.

Ivan scoffed, his mouth parting open. Offended would be an understatement. He tensed up as he crossed his arms again, his fingers digging into his own skin. Blood rushed to his pale face.

“No I did not! How dare you!” He dropped the polite act, as the officer had lost any sense of respect from Ivan at this point.

The officer only laughed at Ivan’s reaction, entertained by it. “Oh, yes you did, lil Russky. Ugh…” Alfred put his hands on his heart, his shoulders drooping as he leaned in. His smile wobbled, his body language read as a heart stricken boy.

“The way you sucked my cock… Slurped it up… and ugh…” He let out a groan and threw his head back. “You started grabbing my hips to steady yourself…” Alfred stood up straight again, hands in pockets.

“You don’t suck cock like that unless ya’ wanna.” Smirking, he chewed his gum. He had a gorgeous smile, one that Ivan had the urge to knock out.

Ivan’s entire face and ears burned as Alfred gushed about his giving head skills. He’s disgusted, yet intrigued. No man has spoken about him in such a manner. He didn’t know how to react to a man pinning after him, and describing him with vulgar language. Even his ex boyfriend wasn’t that graphic.

His pink lips trembled. Ivan wanted to scream at Alfred to go away. That he’s an idiot and a pervert. Nevertheless;

“You do not know what you are talking about…” Was the only response Ivan could muster. In a pathetic tone, one that isn't convincing. He watched Alfred’s face, and despised the sunglasses. He couldn’t read the man with the pair on. But he could see his own reflection. He witnessed how red his cheeks burned. Embarrassment gave him butterflies.

Alfred licked his canine, chuckling again from the display. “I know I’m tellin’ the truth. Because here I got, a thirty year old man. Three feet taller than me, blushing like a schoolgirl.” Alfred’s accent made Ivan feel a sensation in his lower half that he did not want to address. He spoke smooth, with an effortless demeanor. As if nothing is a big deal. Half charming, half infuriating to Ivan.

“Ya’ know, when I like someone, I’m quite the service top.”

Ivan is thankful when Alfred admitted that, since it got him out of his meek blushing. Instead, a humorless laugh escaped his lips from the absurdity of the claim. Ivan put one hand on his beating chest, and another on his hip. He rolled his eyes with disapproval.

“The man, who left me kneeling on the side of the road, is a service top? Ha!” Ivan put his hands on his temples in disbelief. He wondered what it’s like to walk through the world this delusional. So full of one’s self.

Alfred showed frustration at being laughed at. He crossed his arms for the first time, puffing out his chest. “I am! Don’t laugh at me!”

“You, ha, treated me like a cheap whore!”

“Uh, so did you when ya’ offered me fuckin’ three hundred dollars to get out of a ticket!” Alfred defended himself, eyebrow raised, cocky smirk replaced with a snarl.

Ivan shook his head, letting out a few weak chuckles. “That’s not…” he stopped, not bothering to continue this conversation. He took a deep breath to relax his nerves. He placed his hands together and closed his eyes. He returned to using a softer voice, deciding it’s time for this officer to take his leave.

“Alfred.” He began, “I… appreciate you coming to apologize. That is very nice of you. So. I hope you have a good day, and I am sorry for causing you any trouble.” He offered a fake smile, praying it would get this lying cop out of his house.

“Aw, come on, don’t be that way. I know ya’ want me.” Another chew of his gum, and reveal of his white teeth.

Ivan scoffed, shaking his head. “What… What is it like to walk around the world with such audacity? With such arrogance?” The Russian is close to speechlessness. “Are there cameras somewhere? Is this a joke? Is someone going to jump out and offer me a million dollars?” He wondered if a sick joke was being played on him. What a weird sense of humor some folks have.

“I don’t got a million dollars, but I got a mouth I wanna put all over you.” Alfred’s way of biting back is dirty talking back. He desired to see that blushing face again. He took it a step further.

“I bet I could get you moanin’ and tremblin’ without even takin’ your clothes off.” He said it smooth, zero hesitation in his voice. Tongue licked his canine, as if he’s signaling to Ivan he wanted his meal now. Ivan groaned and argued with that accusation more. The pair went back and forth, with Alfred issuing an offer when Ivan kept insisting that wasn't true.

“Ya’ know what? How ‘bout this. I’ll leave, and I won’t bother you again. If, and only if, you admit to me right now that I could. You just don’t want me to prove it.” He stepped closer to Ivan, his hand on the cuffs attached to his belt. The silver matched his watch. 

“Say, Officer Jones. You could make me melt. I just don’t wanna do it right now~” He said in a teasing voice. His smirk is mischievous, as he isn’t letting Ivan get off easily. “I’ll go. But deny it to my face? I’mma have to handcuff you and bend you over that nice sofa of yours to prove it.” His fingers gripped his cuffs, leaning into the red faced Russian in front of him.

“Say it.”

Ivan couldn’t stomach it. He glared at the younger and shorter man in front of him. Such presumptuousness, audacity, and rudeness. He’s never met a man so cocky, yet so correct. He didn’t want to admit the truth. Even if it would lead up to it being proved anyway. Perhaps a part of him wanted it, but feared asking. He leaned in as well, arms crossed with a raised brow.

“Officer Jones…” His eyes narrowed. “Go fuck yourself.” Ivan spat out, harshness in his tone.

Alfred only let out a deep laugh, shaking his head.

“Oh? You really are a lil’ freak. Go be a good boy and bend over there.” Alfred ordered, pointing to the couch. Ivan stayed still, his heart beating a mile a minute. The cop would have to try a bit harder to get him in such a way.

When Ivan didn’t move, Alfred’s grin turned into a grimace. “I said, get over there. Now!” he hissed, in a similar fashion to when last week. How he ordered Ivan to get out of the car and on his knees. He lowered his head, giving Ivan the opportunity to see his eyes. He’s met with furious baby blues, which finally causes him to flinch and do as he’s told. With a pout, he got on his knees on the sofa. His legs hung off as he rested his arms on the top of the furniture. Alfred scrolled along, whistling and swinging his cuffs with his finger.

He walked behind the couch to meet Ivan face to face again. Before cuffing him, he offered Ivan one more moment of mercy. “I’ll give ya’ one more chance.” He said, truthful. A man of his word. Ivan kept quiet, the only movement was the pout on his lips. They were pink and there for Alfred to bruise.

“Mm. Alright. Put ya’ hands behind ya’ back.” He ordered, but gave Ivan a small snatch underneath his chin. The gentle touch made Ivan tense up. He put his hands behind his back, nuzzling his face into the back of his leather sofa. He felt cold metal around his wrist and a click. And with that, he’s cuffed. His behind sticking out with easy access, Alfred could get away with doing whatever he wanted. To Ivan’s surprise, the officer gently massaged his cheeks. It’s a Saturday, so Ivan’s wearing loungewear. His pants were a thin, soft cotton. It made it easy to squeeze all the fat he held there.

The officer kept up the tender touches. His strong hands went down to rub his thighs. Ivan’s body is malleable. The pressure from Alfred’s fingers up and down his legs, and now to his back relaxed him. Up his arms, to his shoulders. He hadn’t expected Alfred to be so careful, but that isn’t a complaint. Lovers were rarely gentle with him, a fact that he not only hated but hated to admit.

The Russian hummed softly, closing his eyes as he relaxed. The officer even began to run his fingers through his hair, which won him a tiny smile. A man playing with his soft, gray locks could make him purr like a kitten. Since Alfred was behind him, he didn’t get to see the officer take his sunglasses off, relieving his eyes. He placed his pair on top of Ivan’s for safe keeping. He barely noticed, his mind preoccupied by how careful Alfred’s touches were.

Giving his gum a final chew, he took the wrapper he saved in his pocket and folded it inside. Sticking it back in his pocket to throw out later, he got on his knees. Face to level with Ivan’s ass, he groped the squishy fat. “You got the ass of a chick. It’s crazy. So soft…” Alfred praised. He began with the behavior that would turn Ivan’s purring into trembling. Holding his hips, he placed a kiss on Ivan’s asscheek. It wasn’t a peck, he moved his lips and touched as if he’s making out. He licked over the thin cotton fabric, paying it no mind. His mouth treated Ivan’s body as if he was naked. Kisses down his thighs, his thumbs pressing into his sides.

Ivan kept his eyes closed, biting his lip as he fought to make any sounds that’d hint that he’s enjoying himself. He only released deep breaths, but it’s enough to encourage Alfred. Ivan feared that the officer's heavy petting would be enough to win his bet. Sadly, it’s been nearly two years since he’s been intimate with someone. His ex left him heartbroken with a bruised self esteem. He decided to drown himself with his career, distract himself with a luxury car and expensive clothes. Avoid going to bars and dating apps. He didn’t need anyone; he’d take care of himself! But with every lick, touch, and grab from the younger man, it proved otherwise. He couldn’t provide himself with the intimacy he desired. Sensation of love making can't be replaced with a fancy watch.

Alfred pushed Ivan’s sweater, revealing his back. The officer slowly kissed up, dragging his lips as he suckled on his pale skin. Each kiss matched the ones from earlier: deep and slow. His tongue drew circles, adding extra saliva. One hand held up his sweater, and the other kept a firm grip on his ass. This finally caused a few moans to escape Ivan’s lips. Embarrassed, he hid his red face on the couch. But it’s useless, he could feel Alfred’s smirk against his skin. The officer knows he’s winning this battle.

He took it a step further when he pulled down the collar of Ivan’s sweater. Exposing his neck, his hot wet mouth sucked on the back. Alfred’s face nuzzled Ivan’s gray soft locks, while his lips and tongue went to work on leaving hickeys. This won gasps from the Russian, whose legs began to shake. The officer discovered his ultimate weakness: his neck.

Nothing made Ivan melt faster than lips or hands around his neck. The less he could breath, the stronger the orgasm.

“Ah, ha…” He gasped, biting his lip. He regretted it, as he could hear the cop chuckle in his ear. A hot tongue went up his lobe, sucking on it. Ivan tensed up, his wrist yanking against the cuffs. An erection grew, one he prayed Alfred didn’t peek.

“Oh… Haha… Your neck a sweet spot, huh?” The officer asked in a husky voice, returning to sucking on his neck. Ivan’s lips trembled, legs tensing up from the jolts of pleasure. Sharp breathes spilling from his lips, he’s losing to Alfred more every moment. How wrong he was to question the officer.

He’s relieved from Alfred’s neck kisses, but only to get tortured further. Alfred went back to rubbing his thighs and asscheeks. Kneeling down again, he spread his ass cheeks and dropped some spit. Which landed on the area exactly where his asshole is. The fabric wet, Alfred rubbed his thumb over it. This instantly rewarded him with tiny cries from his crush. Alfred could feel Ivan’s puckered hole underneath the thin cotton. Feeling devious, he offered a few licks between his ass.

“Oh… oh…” Ivan cried, giving up on hiding his moans. It’s all such a tease- to be touched so intimately but with a barrier. He could feel Alfred’s tongue on his hole, but he yearned for the pants to be pulled down. To not just feel a hot breath in between cotton, but a wet, moist lick. So close, yet so far from true pleasure.

Alfred’s hand did a quick swipe to check for an erection on Ivan. When confirmed, he stood up straight. Desiring playful confrontation, he walked over to the other side of the couch. Now facing Ivan, he used one hand to hold it. Alfred viewed his red face, with trembling pink lips. Those violet eyes kept glancing down, too shy to meet the officers. The aviators that Alfred had placed on Ivan’s head for safe keeping were still there. Cushioned with Ivan’s soft gray locks, the officer plucked them from his head and returned to wearing it. Ivan would have to wait again for an opportunity to see Alfred’s baby blues.

“So, you gunna tell me I was right or not?” He mocked with pride. A toothy grin, showing off his cockiness. How could he not be? He managed to talk his way into getting his crush handcuffed and bent over the couch. Said crush is now moaning and squirming under him. This only encouraged such proud behavior. His thumb rubbed on Ivan’s lower lip.

“Come on, baby doll. Where’s your manners? A man of the law is talkin’ to ya’.” Ivan isn’t sure if he’s thankful that Alfred had ceased calling him ‘Russkie’. It had been replaced by baby doll, and he hadn’t decided if it’s humiliating or arousing. He avoided glancing up. Alfred’s voice dripped with condescension.

“...I like it…” Ivan confessed, as Alfred wouldn’t shut up until admitted. Eye leveled to the officers crotch again, he saw a large bump pressing against his pants. He fought back the urge to stick out his tongue. As if his mouth desired to be filled by it.

“Mm, you want more?”

Ivan nodded, closing his eyes. It’s all he wanted. More.

“Well, then you gotta tell me. Say, ‘Sir, can you please put your tongue up my ass?’” Alfred came with zero mercy. His cuffed crush would need to beg for any touch. Respectfully.

Ivan’s lips trembled again, his face burning from arousal and embarrassment. He couldn’t recall a time a man spoke to him in such a manner. So dominating, yet playful. Clearly in charge, but had a sweetness to it. He finally looked, meeting Alfred’s gaze. Again, he only saw his reflection behind the aviators. On his knees, face red, just as the week prior. Instead of Alfred having his hand on his cock, he’s caressing his face. He preferred this sight.

“... Sir, can you please put your tongue up my ass…?” He caved, muttering such shameful words. He couldn’t lie anymore, he’d say anything to feel Alfred’s face pressed between his legs. His lips kissing down his bare thighs, his tongue on his needy hole.

The officer licked his canine. Ivan questioned how those teeth would feel on his neck. Alfred leaned in, with Ivan able to smell the mint on his breath again. It took him for the first time; how Alfred had leaned inside his car. How the smell of mint and aftershave hit his nose. How his heart raced out of fear; nervous about the interaction with the cop who pulled him over.

His heart raced now for different reasons.

“Oh, baby doll, I’ll give you whatever you ask for.”

Alfred bent over to give a hot, strong kiss. Their lips moved against each other, with Alfred’s tongue pushing inside him Ivan could taste the mint, and it brought him back to their first kiss. Instead this time, he isn’t frozen in shock like before. He matched Alfred’s energy and aided in a passionate make out.

Standing straight, he walked back behind Ivan. He grabbed the waist of his pants, pushing them down to his knees. Finally exposed is his asscheeks, with Alfred whistling at the sight before him.

“God damn…” He groaned, squeezing Ivan’s bare cheeks. He chuckled when he spread them, revealing his hole. “Aw, ain’t this pretty and pink…” He purred, teasing Ivan as he rubbed it with his thumb. It won him a gasp, with him reacting with a smirk and a slap to his cheek. “Now, these cheeks I think need some color…” Another hard smack, with Ivan tensing and crying out. He adored getting spanked. Other than his neck, it’s another tactic to make him melt.

“You like that?”

Smack

“Mhm…” Ivan agreed in a weak moan. Carnal needs overtaking all pride to fight.

“Well, ain’t you a lil’ slut…” Alfred hissed, grabbing Ivan by the back of the head. He yanked it back, causing Ivan to whimper. “Ow… I am not a slut…” He argued, his tone sounding hurt. Lips pouting, he worried that these interactions would cause Alfred to think less of him. Even if it sounded crazy, Ivan usually wouldn’t let just any man handcuff him in his living room. Alfred is simply an…exception.

“Heh. It’s okay if you a little bit of a whore. I don’t judge.” Alfred spoke, letting go of Ivan’s hair.

“... I have not had sex in two years…” Ivan confessed, hiding his face in the sofa out of embarrassment.

Alfred blinked, tensing up. “Uh, really…?” He questioned, his bow raised. His hand ran down his back and rested on his crush’s hip.

“... Yes…”

Alfred’s expression went guilty, his lips pursing. His thumbs massaged Ivan’s hips. Soft skin under his strong hands. “Oh, uh… I guess ya’ more innocent than I thought…” He let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry for assuming you're a nasty lil’ freak.”

Ivan shrugged, his face still nuzzling the sofa. “I can be… I just… Not all the time. You were being gentle, I… I really liked it…” He confessed. Even cuffed up and bent over, he’s weak to gentle touches and care. He craved them, they were rare in his world.

Alfred raised a brow, going to his pocket to reach for his key. Unlocking the cuffs, he threw them aside. Along with his sunglasses. Hands free, Ivan grabbed the sofa back and rested his arms. He felt Alfred’s fingers go up his sides, pushing up his entire sweater. He leaned, his lips going at Ivan’s neck again. All the kisses were sweet like before. Cock throbbing, he’s close to begging for contact.

“Is that what ya' want? You want me to treat you all sweet and gentle?” The officer purred, nipping at his earlobe. Ivan nodded, humming as he tensed under him. His body burned, this desire unfathomable. He couldn’t recall the last time a man made him want to give everything he could. Submit in every form possible, handing over all control. He didn’t want to think, command, or boss around. He needed a man to take charge. Put him in his place in a way no one else could.

Ivan couldn’t see Alfred’s eyes narrow, as all the pieces came together. “Y'know what? I think I get your deal. You like being treated all sweet. You just embarrassed ‘bout it, so you need a little, uh, push.” He explained, chuckling in Ivan’s ear. Such an accurate analysis left Ivan whining.

“You want someone to treat you like a precious lil’ thang? I bet most don’t. They think you can’t break, huh?” He teased, his tongue wetting Ivan’s neck. Ivan’s fully in his grasp, as there’s no going back. Alfred had him.

“Sorry for the spanks. I’ll be nicer to that fat ass of yours.”

Ivan whined, shaking his head. He didn’t need Alfred thinking he disliked it. “No, I- I love it. I do not mind you being… A little rough…” He spoke honestly. Love making mixed in with spanking and neck bites were perfect. Not too vanilla, it made him feel cared for yet submissive in the perfect blend. He couldn’t recall the last time a man could fuck him in such a mixture.

“Mmm, sugar with some spice, huh?” Alfred teased, standing straight and adding another hit to Ivan’s ass. Such strong arms made it sting. He kneeled again, his face inches away from Ivan’s behind. “I got you. Don’t worry.” His husky voice said, with a drawl. Wasting no time, he stuck out his tongue and gave a long lick between his cheeks. The tip of his tongue swirled the hot ring of flesh. This sent waves of pleasure through Ivan’s lower half. He squeezed the sofa top, throwing his head back to look behind him. All he could see was his bright blond hair, and his hands squeezing his ass.

Alfred’s kisses on his hole mocked the one he got planted earlier. Hot, wet, passionate. The officer groaned, offering a hard slap on Ivan’s ass. His kisses went down to his hanging pair, giving his delicate sac suckles. More deep kisses on his cheeks, clearly attempting to leave a hickey. Enthusiastic would be the best word to describe Alfred. He had vigor in every hit, kiss, and lick. Everywhere his tongue went, not leaving a single part of his ass or upper thighs without a kiss. He used both hands to smack Ivan’s cheeks, winning a cry of pleasure. Ivan could feel the hot breath of groans on his ass. He couldn’t question if Alfred was enjoying himself as the officer smothered his face in his behind.

Both of their moans and gasps for air filled the room. Alfred began to talk in an almost desperate tone. “You're so fuckin’ hot…” He panted, with Ivan feeling his hot breath on his hole. “You’re perfect…” He complimented, giving kisses to his cheeks. “God damn it!” He groaned, his tone switching from desperate to aggressive. He offered a hard hit to Ivan’s cheek, making the other man whimper. “I’mma make you mine.” Alfred then stood so he could lean over Ivan’s back. He held the taller man’s hips, as his tongue licked a bare spot on Ivan’s neck. Said bare spot got a hard bite, one that made Ivan squeeze the sofa and yell. His cock twitched, more bites to his neck and shoulder. His eyes watered; Alfred’s perfect smile was sharp. But even as a few tears dripped down his cheeks, he’d savor every bite. Every suggestion of possession. His heart raced, his body burned, his cock twitched. His needs are insatiable. They wouldn’t stop there. They couldn’t.

“I want you inside me…” Ivan begged in a breathless voice. Alfred responded by licking his neck and going to his ear. “You want me inside you? Fuck you like you’re mine?” His raspy voice made Ivan tense, he’s not used to such possessive language. He questioned if he should be checking Alfred’s tone and comments. The officer could be knocked down a peg or two.

Ivan gave Alfred a ‘shoo’ hand movement, signaling the man to remove his tongue and hands. “I will… grab what we need upstairs…” He said, attempting to stand. However, Alfred had other plans. He grabbed Ivan’s hips and flipped him over, causing him to fall back into the sofa. Leaning forward and getting between his legs, he used his hands to grab the underneath of Ivan’s thick thighs. Ivan wrapped his arms and legs around Alfred’s as a natural reaction. Being lifted in the air, Ivan began to panic. Anytime a man lifted him in such a manner, he’s dropped. He had no hope that the cop wouldn't have a similar story.

“Alfred! Put me down!” He demanded, swatting at Alfred’s shoulder. The officers' strength over powered Ivan’s whining, as he walked up the stairs. He carried Ivan as if he weighed nothing, Hands gleefully squeezed Ivan’s ass cheeks as he smirked. “Be quiet. I got you.”

“You’re going to drop me!” Ivan whined, holding Alfred tighter as his heart raced. Each step up the stairs caused his chest to tingle in fear. As if his body is waiting for Alfred to drop him. His breathing calms down when they finally make it up the stairs. In shock, he looks down at the officer. His arms are wrapped around his neck, with Alfred smiling up at him. His eyes were gentle, less intimidating without the sunglasses. His tan face had freckles adoring his nose and cheeks. A gentle smile on his lips for the first time. Ivan didn’t even notice that the officer had brought him to his bedroom. Caressing his face, he lets out a yelp as Alfred playfully throws Ivan on his bed.

He laughed as he bounced back, his legs spread as his hands ran across his own chest. Alfred licked his canine and smirked at him.

“Now, where ya' hide everything at?” He asked, raising a brow. Ivan rolled to his side and crawled to his dresser, as he reached for the bottom drawer. Alfred came behind, taking advantage of the position by running his fingers over the hickeys on Ivan’s thighs and ass. He could see a box of condoms in the drawer out of the corner of his eye.

“You said you haven’t fucked in a few years, but what you got all those condoms for?” He questioned, a brow raised. Ivan grabbed one and placed it next to him, along with some lube. “I said I haven’t had sex in two years, not that I haven’t had something inside me.” He addressed in a matter of fact tone. Alfred nodded, putting two and two together, his lips forming a quiet ‘oh’. Ivan rolled on his back, his eyes inspecting Alfred. “Now, why am I the only one naked?” He pouted. The officer was dressed, even his shirt hadn’t been unbuttoned much. Ivan yearned to see what’s underneath.

Alfred grinned, his fingers going to unbutton his uniform shirt. Ivan watched with his own little smile; he had fantasized about what the officer looked like naked. Now he’d bear witness if Alfred will fulfill or disappoint. The cop threw the uniform shirt on the floor, and then took off his white under shirt. Ivan bit his lip, Officer Jones was muscular. His intuition came via the muscles that he could see on his arms through his uniform. But shirtless he got to see Alfred’s full form. The officer caught his crushes stares.

“Like what ya' see?” He teased, eyeing Ivan’s erection. He crossed his legs to hide it.. “Mm. Maybe.” Ivan flirted. Alfred’s undoubtedly handsome, and he didn’t stop eyeing him while he dropped his trousers and boxers. He’s distracted by his half hard cock, it’s as big as he remembered it. His lips parted, having crude wishes.

Strong arms, chest, thighs- he could see how Alfred is able to lift him up the stairs. Lost in his staring, he’s interrupted by Alfred climbing on top of him. Leaning in, they exchanged a passionate kiss. Lips pressing against each other, Ivan ran his fingers through Alfred’s bright blond locks. He could feel sturdy hands on his hips. Groaning underneath the make out, the pair enjoyed the sensual moment. When Alfred pulled away, he offered a gentle smile. Ivan’s thumb traced his bottom lip. With his face so close, he got the pleasure of taking in Alfred’s features. Freckles, dimples on his cheeks, bright blue eyes. Full lips and soft hair.

“You know, you have a boyish face and gentle eyes. I think I understand why you wear those sunglasses all the time…” Ivan pointed out, winning his first blush out of Alfred. He giggled, pleased with himself that he made the charmer turn red.

“I know. This face ain’t intimidating.” His eyes flickered away as if he’s embarrassed about it.

“I like that.” Ivan said simply, a soft smile on his lips. Before he could say additional sweet talk, he got off of Ivan so he could roll him over. Ivan let out a laugh as he got to his knees. He heard Alfred squirt lube on top of his fingers and then felt the cold, wet liquid against his hole. “I hate how cold it is…” Ivan complained. He knew it wouldn’t take long to warm up soon, though.

“I know, lube is all gooey an' cold… Oil is better…” He agreed. “But, ya can’t use it with condoms… Unless…” He slipped in one finger, with Ivan humming as first before snorting out a laugh.

“Let you fuck me without a condom? That is funny…” He jested, sitting on his knees so he could hold onto the headboard of his bed. Alfred raised a brow to that reply, speeding up his fingering. It caused Ivan to let out tiny whines of pleasure.

“You would let me if I was your boyfriend…”

“You, my boyfriend? That’s even funnier.” The fingering kept Ivan’s voice from sounding too snarky.

Ivan gasped, gripping the headboard as he let Alfred finger him. He wouldn’t admit out loud, but he’s grateful to feel fingers that weren’t his own. It’s a luxury to throw his head back and let another man do the work. He felt kisses on his ass and thighs, the gentle care getting him to smirk. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he decided it’s his turn to push buttons.

“Mmm… If you'd done this to me last week, I would have gone on a date with you…” Ivan confessed, smirking as he pushed himself against Alfred’s fingers. He heard the cop whine, and grab one of his cheeks.

“What? Really?!” He whined as if Ivan made a shocking statement.

“Mhm…” Ivan raised a brow, finally able to see Alfred’s expression. He licked his lip. “And if you were a good boy during the date, I would probably take you back to the hotel…” The officer's jaw dropped, letting out a ‘what!’. He kept steady fingering him, but had an expression of disappointment on his face

“Mmm… And you know…” Ivan’s voice is husky as he mocked him, moans slipping out. “I work from home a lot. I could have come over a night or two this week…” He teased, with Alfred’s reaction priceless. He looked like a kicked puppy, as a whine escaped.

“What?! But, uh, you’ll come over now right?” There’s desperation in his voice. He sped up his fingering while his free hand massaged his ass cheek. Ivan’s cock twitched.

“Fuck no.” Ivan spat out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His lips parted while he moaned. Alfred is hitting all the right spots. He did his best to take control of the conversation.

“You want it? You must come here.” He stated, pointing down to his bed. And he meant it. There needed to be some punishment to hold over Alfred’s head. Currently, letting the officer fuck him in his own bed is not one of them. If anything, it probably made Alfred feel as if he’s off the hook.

“I’ll come over once I like you enough.”

More whines left Alfred’s mouth, his shoulder’s slumping. Ivan knew a mid twenties man, hearing that he could have banged Ivan several times in a matter of a week is shattering to his ego. Ivan personally didn’t find it to be a long time, but the sad noises from the other man showed he did.

“Alright…” He muttered, focusing on stretching Ivan out. The Russian could see in the corner of his eye his intense expression. As if his plan is to fuck Ivan as good as possible.

There’s no complaints from Ivan on that front.

Hot and bothered, he shooed Alfred’s hand. He then sat on his knees, his hands placed on the top of his pale thighs. “You can put on the condom.” He instructed, his voice breathless. He attempted to catch it as his heart raced. Ivan’s face flushed, as his own hand went to relieve the tension in his cock. A few gentle strokes even made him flex. He could hear the wrapper, while he tapped his fingers on his thighs and cock. He took a moment to reflect.

Was he really going to do this? Was this crazy? Irresponsible? Reckless? He’s using protection, he noted to himself. He’s in the safety of his own home, not on the side of the road. Alfred had respected any sexual request from Ivan. He did know Ivan’s address, which worried him if he ended up sucking in bed. He’d have to tell a cop who has his address to kick rocks!

‘Who cares. Let’s have fun…’ Ivan’s inner debate ended.

He turned his head to get a look at the officer. Scrambling to put a condom and lube on, violet eyes scanned his tan, muscular body. Ivan bit his lip as he grinned, deciding to lean into his lust. He even took it step further. “I want you to handcuff me again.” He asked, getting off by Alfred’s reaction. The younger man’s eyes went wide, with his perfect grin matching. With haste, Ivan got to see him go hunt for the cuffs. Conveniently they were in the pockets of his pants that were on the floor. Ivan put his hands behind his back without question, feeling the metal tighten on his wrist. A tiny gasp escaped, his cock twitching from excitement.

“Alright, c’mere!” Alfred said, gripping Ivan’s hips. Pulling him closer, this caused his head to fall into the pillows of his bed. Face down, ass up, a covered tip on his hole. Ivan took a deep breath to relax his nerves.

“Just tell me if I need to slow down, okay?” Alfred proceeded to push the tip of his cock inside him. Gentle and slow, he went a little deeper but paused when he heard a sharp gasp from Ivan.

“You okay…?” Alfred asked, his tone hushed but concerned. Ivan nodded, “Keep going…” Following his lead, he continued pushing inside of him. The tightness and warmth made Alfred groan, while the feeling of being so full caused a loud gasp out of Ivan.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed in Russian. Wheezing for air, the sensation was intense. His toys weren’t as big as the officer, and it had been so long with an actual man. He tensed around his cock once it’s fully inside, unable to restrain himself. His fingers circled up into fist. Gasping for air, he took a moment to relax himself. Alfred began to massage his ass and lower back, attempting to calm down his crush. He bit his lip as he looked down. “Fuck…” Alfred cursed, waiting for Ivan to give the go to start moving.

“You can move…” Ivan whined, nuzzling his face into the pillow. Alfred did so, starting his thrust carefully. Both hands on his waist, he joined in on the moaning. Little smacks against each other's flesh filled the room. One hand slid from his waist to the handcuffs around Ivan’s wrist. Alfred's hand tightened around, yanking it so he’d have more control. Ivan’s lips trembled, as the pleasure of being so full made it impossible to hide his reaction. He’s dreamed for someone to be deep inside of him, for a hard cock to press against spots that made him groan. For him to see stars, and have that desire to make it happen again. He yearned to yearn after someone. The way he’d crawl on a lover’s waist, give a pout and ask to be taken. To feel a man’s fingers dig into his hips, sharp teeth bite his neck and shoulder. All the sensations the officer gifted him. It all depended on how powerful the orgasm would be if he'd let the man grace his doorstep again.

The officer kept up a steady pace, never going hasty. He’d do a sharp thrust, pull away slowly, and slam back in. Each time making Ivan cry out. Alfred isn’t quiet himself, groans escaping his lips. The mattress creaked underneath them. Drips of Ivan’s own drool on his pillow, as his mouth gaped. He wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t last long. He felt full, with every inch of his body on fire. Naturally tensing around Alfred’s cock, it’s a feeling he missed and could never get used to.

Needing one more act to send him over the edge, he managed to verbalize a request. “Pull my hair!” His voice was out of breath. Ivan felt fingers comb through his hair before he’s yanked up. The pain of his hair being used to hold him up only aroused him. He could feel a hand gripping his waist. Fingers digging into his flesh. No restraint, Ivan let the orgasm take over him. His legs began to shake, unable to stay still. He pulled at the handcuffs, so hard that he’d probably have red marks on his wrist later. Unfiltered cries came out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. 

Alfred must have been able to tell he’s coming, as he sped up himself. He had uttered a few phrases earlier, but Ivan didn’t catch a word. All his mind could focus on were the waves of pleasure flowing through him. Alfred let go of his hair, with Ivan’s head falling into a pillow. Alfred laid on top of him, the pair gasping for air. The officer still had enough energy in him to lift himself up by his arms. Covered in sweat, he looked down to a panting Ivan.

“Can… can I get that date now…?”