Halloween (Douglas Murray/Evgeni Nabokov)

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Title: Halloween
Author: sherlockelly& revuko
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov / Douglas Murray
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Douglas and Evgeni enjoy a Halloween night for themselves while their daughter is away.

They’re rounding the block finally, the Marleau’s house just in sight beyond the hill. Abby has more than enough candy to last until Christmas, and the chill has started to seep into Evgeni’s bones.

Abby and Brody are sprawled on the concrete, chocolate rings around their lips as the two of them devour their loot. Landon has wandered off ahead of Douglas somewhere, eager to get home and sort everything into piles. As he watches his daughter shove handfuls of sweets into her mouth, Evgeni panics for only a moment that he’s not gotten the chance to check the children’s sweets for punctures or poisons, or god-knows-what, but he can hear Douglas’ voice in his head reassuring him not to worry too much.

He turns back around to watch Douglas, loitering a ways ahead of him, trying to keep an eye on an eager Landon. His outline is just visible through the glow of the streetlights, and Evgeni smiles to himself.

There’s a tugging on his sweater that turns him back around to find his daughter, cheeks whipped red from the wind and cold, her hair tousled every which way. The curls that she’d asked Douglas to put in her hair were nearly unraveled, falling around her arms in wisps.

After a long discussion, Douglas and Evgeni had allowed her to wear only a tiny bit of makeup, but it had been enough to make her entire evening and now her eyelids were sparkling in the light. Evgeni thought she looked much older than seven, but he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful.

She’d picked out her princess dress herself, the pale pink fabric, smattered with glitter and shaped with some artificial form of crinoline. Her sleeves billow out from her arms, the bottom of the dress rounding out and falling away from her tiny body. Evgeni wasn’t much a fan of Halloween, but his daughter was, and that was all that mattered.

“I saved these for you,” Abby offers up a fistful of gooey candy, warped from the warmth of her tight grasp. “I don’t really like this kind, but I know you do!” Evgeni looks down at the misshapen Mary-Jane’s in his hand.

“Brody doesn’t like ‘em either, so he said you could have his, too.” Evgeni beams, taking the peanut candies and pocketing them.

“Thank yhou!” He ruffles her already-messy hair. “My little princess.” He can’t get over how much older she looks with just a little bit of mascara and eye shadow.

Abigail sucks her lips into a pout and huffs quietly, “Daddy! Stop it, Brody is watching!”

Evgeni chances a look over her shoulder, watching Brody toss the piles of candy back into his pillowcase; the boy is oblivious to everything, save his loot, but Evgeni understands.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he pulls his hand away quickly, biting his lip to hide his smile.

Brody finishes shoving the goodies back in his bag and takes Abby’s as well. “Come on! We got, like, five more houses before we’re done! Dad promised he’d save us somethin’ good!” Brody hands Abby her bag and turns to Evgeni. “You can have these, Mr. Evgeni.” He gives over another palm-full of Mary-Jane’s and a few Bit-O-Honeys before grabbing Abby’s wrist and tugging her along up the hill.

Evgeni watches as the two of them sprint off toward the houses in the distance, passing a still-stationary Douglas, waiting patiently in the shadows for the group to catch up.

The agreement had been that if Dougie and Evgeni took Abby and the boys trick-or-treating, Patrick and Christina would keep Abby overnight. Christina always made her own candy for the boys, but it was a known fact that Patrick could wolf down a batch himself. Evgeni wasn’t sure, but he was betting there was a bribe in there somewhere that if the children saved him some of their candy, he might save some of Christina’s for them. The idea makes him laugh to himself.

He tucks the rest of Brody’s candy into his pocket after unwrapping and eating one. The breeze blows the wrapper from his hand and when he turns to pick it up, the glimmer from the corner of his eye catches his attention.

“Abby, sweetheart, dhon’t forgot yhour…” he tries to get his daughter’s attention, but she’s already disappearing into the darkness between streetlamps, dress flowing behind her lithe body as she shrieks after a short, cloaked Batman. The two of them practically tumble up the hill to get to the next house.

Evgeni picks up the tiara and makes his way over to Douglas, who is keen on keeping one eye out for the kids and another on Evgeni.

Evgeni doesn’t do Halloween, but Douglas does. He enjoys dressing up and eating candy. Evgeni has even learned that Douglas is a very talented jack-o-lantern carver, and for that reason, through the years, Evgeni has almost started to like the squishy feeling of pumpkin goo between his fingers. Especially when it leads to Douglas baking the seeds and serving them still-warm in a bowl, or to one of his spectacularly detailed faces sketched on then carved out.

Evgeni’s pumpkins always turn out looking more afraid than scary, but he doesn’t dare sit out when Abigail is involved.

“Daddy, you have to!” She’ll whine and plead until finally Evgeni gives in.

But Douglas does everything, including costumes, and this year, with the help of his daughter, he’d decided to be a prince. Abby was delighted to no end when he’d agreed to her suggestion, and had even helped him pick a costume from the shop. Evgeni couldn’t be persuaded into anything more than an orange-and-black checked argyle sweater, but even that was a victory worth counting.

Douglas however, is a sight to behold. His shirt billows out at the sleeves, much like Abby’s, but from the elbow down, his forearms is covered in a flimsy, shiny foil-like fabric meant to look like armor. Over that, a brown felt vest with tiny little rhinestone-like gems glued to the hem. He’d worn khakis with it, but fitted over his legs are another set of shiny, fake armor, casting reflections of light along the black stretch of road.

To top it all off, Abby had insisted on a crown, less glittery than her own, but bedazzled nonetheless.

Evgeni knows that Douglas has to be cold in such an insubstantial outfit, but he also has to admit that the man is quite gorgeous in the ensemble.

“Yhou belong in a fhairytale,” Evgeni had giggled once Douglas had emerged from the bathroom, costume fully assembled.

“Ah,” Douglas sauntered over, “but you know ‘m Prince Charming.” He flipped his hair seductively and smiled. Evgeni had hoped he wasn’t blushing too much.

Douglas fitted the crown to his hair and grinned. “So, I look royal?” He struck a gallant pose.

“She’ll love it,” Evgeni smiled back at him. And Abby had. She’d squealed so loud that Evgeni’s ears were still ringing, and the night of trick-or-treating couldn’t have started soon enough.

Now, Evgeni catches up to Douglas in a few paces, cradling the tiara in his arms.

“She’d lose her ‘ead if it weren’t attached, yeah?” Douglas chuckles and indicates the precious item.

“Sometimes Iya think so,” Evgeni agrees with a sigh. “Hold it fhor her?” He hands the item to Douglas.

“Nah,” but he takes it from Evgeni anyway, studying it. “‘Ere,” he pulls Evgeni in close, wrapping one arm around his waist, pulling their hips in close together. His costume crinkles with the movement.

With gentle care, Douglas places the tiara on Evgeni’s head, making sure it is secure before brining his fingers down to brush Evgeni’s cheek and cradle his jaw in his palm.

“Yur my damsel in distress, now, yeah?”

Evgeni blushes furiously. He doesn’t want to wear his daughter’s crown, not one bit, but the way Douglas is looking down at him, the way his long hair is swept perfectly back away from his face, and the way his own crown sparkled dangerously in the dark, Evgeni doesn’t care.

Douglas places a kiss to his forehead and steps back, offering his arm to Evgeni. “M’lady,” he winks and Evgeni really doesn’t like being called a girl, but god, did Douglas look handsome. Next he knows, he’s curtseying and looping his arms through Douglas’, allowing himself to be led up the hill.

Evgeni clears his throat and looks away, trying to mask the furious flush and beaming smile.

“The crown lhooks good on you,” he speaks softly.

“Yeah? You look pretty good yourself,” Douglas grins, “the pink really brings out yur eyes.” He must feel Evgeni fidgeting to remove it because his voice snaps loudly and suddenly. “Leave it on.”

And it sends a lustful thrill through Evgeni’s entire body. His throat is scratchy and he wants to say something smart and witty, but all that squeaks out is, “Y-yes, sir,” as he folds himself in closer to the larger man.

“Yur gunna be my princess tonight?” Douglas leans down long enough to whisper in Evgeni’s ear, burying his cold nose in the scruff of hair at the base of Evgeni’s neck.

The smaller man shivers and tries to nod, but the proximity of their bodies leaves him frozen.

“Imma prince, ya know. I could order you to be mine.”

“But Iya am a princess,” Evgeni swallows heavy as the feminine noun slips from his lips, “Iya could say ‘no’.” He cocks his eyebrows in a dare, but Evgeni knows that all Douglas would ever have to do was ask, and he’d be falling over himself to oblige.

“If you did, I’d only take you anyhow. Understand?”

Evgeni feels the immediate stirring in his pants; he purrs and pushes himself toward the larger body. It has been a long time since they’ve really been able to get back into this, with Abby in school and the season having started.

They are either on the road, with her, or too tired to always light the fires in the same ways that they once did. But already knowing Abby would be gone, everything about the evening was starting to feel right.

"Well. Iya order you to at least wait until we're inside to start this," Evgeni fumbles over his words, leaning his head against the large shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to the thin fabric. Douglas' natural warmth seeps through, tingling on Evgeni's cold lips. He shivers when the man nods into the crook of his neck, pulling away shortly before other parents walking by could disapprove, the rush of night air prickling down in his bones.

Trick-or-treating can’t have taken any longer. Each stop on the way to their teammate's house is utter torture, Evgeni scowling with impatience as other children clog the porches of the candy-givers, making each minute that much longer. Douglas stirs against him, and Evgeni rests a reassuring hand on the elbow linked with his.

They both want this, they need it.

Evgeni had been craving for his husband's loving touch ever since the middle of September, the schedule leaving no time for late night rendezvous. It didn't help that Todd laid down the law and strained to inform his team that "if he caught any of them out of their rooms past curfew, everyone would pay for it in the morning."

The coach may have told the team this, but everyone knew that he was addressing their nuptial starting goaltender and defenseman. Quick glances and pleading looks were shot in their direction, conveying the shared feeling of "please, save your sex for home." Marc agreed with this full-heartedly, as Douglas woke him up every road game when he left the room after hours.

The only problem with that was that life was even more hectic at home. Abby—Evgeni sighs with relief and cuddles up closer to Douglas when he sees his daughter tugging on Brody's hand and skipping to the last house in the distance—left no time for compromise.

Evgeni pulls a little harder and walks a little faster to reach the Marleau household before the children do, Douglas chuckling behind him.

“Not vury ladylike, princess,” the man laughs, lengthening his strides to keep up.

Blushing at his own eagerness, Evgeni slows to a crawling pace, the beast in his belly roaring in frustration.

“Though I think we can go a little faster than this.” Douglas nearly growls as he in turn pulls forward, Evgeni's body jerking as he giggles joyfully at the man's teasing manner.

They reach the destination before the kids do, stepping up to the front door still arm in arm.

Douglas raps his fist curtly on the door, Evgeni staring in awe as the incandescent clothing makes the man shine ethereally in the porch lighting. The smile on his face doesn't slip when Douglas turns back to him, catching the broad grin, his face lighting up as well.

Soft, hurried footsteps make their way from inside the house, and suddenly the door is sweeping inward, a bright-eyed Christina, wearing cat ears with whiskers painted on her face, standing there with a bowl of candy in her small hand.

“Happy—oh! Hey, you two!” she chimes cheerfully, stepping back and setting the bowl on the entryway table. “Thanks so much for taking the boys. Patrick!” she calls, turning around and rolling her eyes when a muffled but hesitant 'Yes?' echoes from the kitchen. “I swear,” she mutters as she waves the two of them inside, heading back toward the kitchen as well. “If he ate all the candy already…” her words trail off the further away she moves as Evgeni and Douglas come inside, closing the door behind them.

Douglas un-clinks their arms and Evgeni wills away the automatic pout that grace his lips at the action. The warm hand finds its place on the other side of his body, pulling him deeper into his husband's loving heat. Sighing contently, Evgeni snuggles in closer, his abdominal muscles quivering as fingers pass over them and trace the curve of his hip bone.

Swallowing dryly, Evgeni stops the roaming hand short before it can curl around the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans. Evgeni wants to feel embarrassed, having just been groped in the foyer of his friend's house, but the only thing that had stopped him from doing the exact same thing to Douglas was his sliver of self control that the other was sadly lacking.

Just in time to put his hands in their rightful spot at his sides, Douglas has the decency to look sheepish as Patrick pokes his head out from the kitchen. He smiles and waves, walking up to the pair, his jersey proudly flashing in their faces as the man wore it for his costume. Except… there was something off about the jersey.

“Why 'er you wearin' Seto's jersey, Patty?” Douglas asks with a chuckle.

Ah, Evgeni hums, that’s why.

“‘Cause I’m Devin for Halloween! Get it?” Patrick spreads his arms wide to display the number on his shoulder. He looks incredibly proud of himself.

There are the beginnings of a soul patch sitting just beneath his bottom lip, and his hair is weirdly gelled upward to a point. That was just a horrible, horrible idea, if Evgeni is going to be blunt about it.

The doorbell rings just as he is about to reply, and little children come rushing inside without invitation. A gust of cold air rushes through the entryway, and Evgeni finds himself shivering violently, smiling to himself as Douglas’ arms wrap around him instinctively.

Patrick jumps to close the door, Landon and Brody already bouncing up and down, running down the hall and into the family room, Abigail right on their tail.

“You guys should stay! Have a drink or something,” Patrick offers, pausing and laughing after a moment. “Nice crown, Evgeni! You a princess er something?”

Before he could decline as politely as he could after the unnecessary comment, Christina appears at her husband’s shoulder, sending Douglas and Evgeni a smile of her own, sighing quietly. “Maybe next time, dear.”

Patrick looks stricken, raising an eyebrow at his wife’s suggestion. “But you said—”

Christina blushes, and glances at the other two, Evgeni swatting away the hand that was sneaking toward his bottom discretely.

“I know, but we should let them get home, have some time to themselves, shouldn't we? They've had a long day, looking after the kids and everything.”

Evgeni could have kissed the woman if he wasn't so dead intent on doing the same to the man nearly pawing at him already. But Patrick still appears confused.

“But… they could relax here…” He sounds just like a child who was just denied his candy, Evgeni huffs to himself.

“Really,” Christina sighs, “They should get home, for some alone time…” But the man is still scratching his head at the vague statements that Christina was making. “Something they can’t do while you’re there."

The look of realization that crosses Patrick's face before the bright red blush almost makes Evgeni want to hide his head in embarrassment, but Douglas is already dragging him out the door, shouting a “bye Abby!” over his shoulder, knowing full well that their daughter wouldn't be thinking of her parents for the rest of the night anyway.

The door closes behind them and once they are safely outside, Douglas pulls Evgeni in for a fierce kiss, his teeth biting down on the man’s bottom lip. The distant sound of children, screaming and laughing, keeps Evgeni from taking the kiss further.

“Lhet’s get home,” Evgeni begs, tugging on Douglas’ sleeve.

“To the castle,” Douglas winks, allowing himself to be tugged along toward the car.

The drive home is long and slow, break lights flashing constantly as crowds of children pour through the streets. Evgeni groans loudly as the two seemingly hit every red light along the way, and Douglas laughs defeatedly back, sharing the sentiment.

By the time they pull into the driveway, Evgeni’s heart is racing. It truly has been a long time since they’ve had the house to themselves. Sure, they’ve had sex in the meantime, but the hushed moans and whispered encouragements in the dead of night aren’t nearly the same as what the two are used to.

Evgeni’s palms are sweating as he waits for Douglas to unlock the door, shifting his feet from side to side. Finally, the two of them are inside the house, and Evgeni’s back is against the door before he knows it, Douglas’ body pressed up against his, hard and hot.

“‘C’mere,” Douglas presses his lips into Evgeni’s neck, bringing their hips grinding together.

Evgeni is already hard and pulsing in his pants, wiggling his hips to try and press himself up against Douglas’ thigh. His hands grab at the scratchy fabric of Douglas’ vest, fingers tangling in the ties, tugging the bow undone.

“What’s the ‘urry, princess? We got all night fer this,” Douglas’ hands find their way under Evgeni’s sweater and undershirt, fingertips pressing into the pliable muscle. His hands worm upward, fingers brushing over the hardened buds of Evgeni’s nipples, but frustratingly, he makes no effort to remove the barrier between them.

Evgeni melts back into the door as Douglas palms his pectorals roughly, blunt nails scraping down and over the sensitive skin until his hands reappear out from under the clothing.

Douglas places a kiss to Evgeni’s temple, smiling wickedly at the other man: panting heavily, eyes half-lidded, the bulge in his pants painfully obvious. Evgeni’s eyes slip close at the proximity, but they jolt open again when the warmth surrounding him is suddenly gone.

He focuses on the retreating figure, disappearing into the hallway, the crown atop his head still sparkling in the dim lights.

Stunned, the only thing that forms on Evgeni’s lips is a strangled “H-hey! Come bhack!” although much more vulgar and angry words are festering in the back of his mind.

But Douglas just glances over his shoulder with a wicked glint in his eyes, the gleam flashing like the crown adorning his head, and turns the corner into the hallway, the flare of his red cape swirling behind him.

Huffing and stomping his foot, Evgeni tries to keep his spot, pleading with his body to not succumb to his needs before Douglas did. Sweat prickles at the nape of his neck, and he gnaws at his bottom lip, easing away the itch. Soon the perspiration is rolling down his back, and he can feel it under his arms, slicking his palms. Cursing himself for falling to his own weakness, Evgeni pushes himself off the door and hurries to follow Douglas.

“Where did yhou go?” he yells, his husky voice wavering with suppressed lust. He isn’t going to search his house top to bottom just to play along with Douglas’ frustrating game. His call is met only with silence.

“Dougie?” Evgeni tries again, inching his way into the dark hallway.

Stepping into the threshold of the hall, Evgeni’s breath is punched out of his lungs when he is tackled by what feels like a bear. Feet sweeping out from under him, he falls to the ground on his side, his descend softened by the lush rug covering the length of the hardwood floor, but that is the least of his problems as he can feel the heavy body rubbing up against his own.

Evgeni’s heart races in his chest as he tries to calm himself.

“Dun’t worry, princess. I’ll save you,” Douglas’ voice is hot against Evgeni’s face, “ya never know what may be lurking in the dark.” He speaks deep and gravely.

Douglas gropes for something on the floor, and Evgeni feels the tiara being returned to his head. He hadn’t even noticed he’d lost it.

“My hero,” Evgeni plays along, but his voice gives away his annoyance at being startled. Shifting onto his back, Evgeni bucks his hips up, smiling with satisfaction with his own teasing as Douglas’ eyes flutter shut for a moment, a groan rumbling in his large chest.

“Oh.” He licks his lips and shakes off the momentary wave of pleasure, Evgeni’s smug confidence dwindling. “Ya dun’t sound so grateful,” Douglas pouts. “Can I make it up ta you?” Evgeni swallows a groan as Douglas presses his erection into the smaller man’s belly. “I culdn’t stand it if I knew such a beautiful princess as yurself wasn’t anything less than pleased with me.” He punctuates his words with a thrust of his hips, the meanwhile, his hand glides up the rough denim of Evgeni’s jeans, achingly close to cupping his renewed bulge.

“I-Iya,” Evgeni’s throat goes dry as Douglas’ wandering hands reach their destination, palming at the hot knot of muscle. His fingers play with the zipper tab, but don’t move to pull it. The rest of his sentence dies on his tongue, his hands snaking around the body and drawing meaningless patterns into the broad back.

“Well, actually princess, ‘m startin’ ta think that you might owe me, ya know. Fer me savin’ you and all.” The tic-tic-tic of the zipper lowering slices through the silence. “It was an awful lot of trouble. Didn’t hafta go an’ put myself in danger like that.”

The button slips through the button-fly, Evgeni’s bare hipbones now exposed, as well as the top of his underwear, as the V of his jeans falls open. Douglas’ thumb sweeps over the sharp bump of bone, the thin skin blanching with the pressure.

“Certainly such a courteous young woman as you wouldn’t want my actions to go,” Douglas pushes up Evgeni’s sweater, baring his stomach and rubbing the flat of his palm through sparse, dark blonde curls, “unappreciated.”

The possessive bite in the man’s voice makes Evgeni shudder with want. He nods with a whimper on his lips, eyes slipping closed as his fingers claw into the thin shirt. “I’ll mhake it up to yhou, Iya promise,” he sort of whines it, but Evgeni is beyond the point of caring. Even the feminine connotations lose their embarrassing appeal, only achieving in pulling him in deeper to Douglas’ fantasy role-play. “Anything yhou need, m-my prince.” He blushes a hot red, but he knew he had to say it. If he has learned anything over the years with Douglas, it was that he would get what he wanted much sooner if he played along.

When they were younger, and when Evgeni was more naïve to Douglas’ plans in their late night meetings, he would push the other man’s buttons, oblivious as to what it would mean for him in the future. Every time, it would lead to him on his back, close to tears as Douglas would tease him to the point of insanity.

Douglas pushes into the hardened swell, smiling widely at Evgeni’s willingness.

Many of those who know the two assume that Douglas owns Evgeni. He isn’t oblivious to this belief. Just by looking at the other man’s muscular body, anyone could feel the waves of an animal-like dominance radiating from him.

Douglas wraps his arms around Evgeni’s waist, hoisting him up as he made to stand. Locking his ankles at the small of Douglas’ back, Evgeni keeps one hand on the tiara and the other clutching the material of the man’s shirt. His back connects with the wall with a shuddering thud, Douglas’ tongue finding every sensitive spot on his neck. Douglas knows just how to make Evgeni a babbling mess. But, with a quick jut of his hips into the larger man's, Douglas is keening.

Evgeni knows he has Douglas wrapped around his finger.

“So pretty fer me, baby, so pretty,” his mumblings are lost as puffs of hot air behind Evgeni’s ear.

The new position assures that Evgeni’s cock is securely pressed into Douglas’ abs, which are flexing with each of his movements. Evgeni wiggles against the sensation, welcoming the large palms cupping his behind, loose denim slipping lower on his hips and over the swell of his ass.

A quick squeeze and a darting tongue on his neck leave Evgeni rubbing himself against the other man, his hands attaching themselves to his own elbows as he enveloped the thick neck with his arms, curling into Douglas’ strength.

“Fhuck,” his breath shudders through him, the word barely escaping his lips, brushing over the loose, silky strands of hair not tucked behind Douglas’ ears.

“Got quite a mouth on ya, princess. Betja could put it to better use elsewhere, though.” Douglas bites down on the slick skin at the nape of Evgeni’s neck, quickly tonguing at the marks left behind. He lowers Evgeni enough to push his own erection against the swell of his bottom, indicating exactly what he meant.

Douglas pulls back to look the other man in the eye, a tiny spark rushing through him as Evgeni’s eyes twinkle with mischief. The tiara still sits askew atop his mussed hair, not quite sitting properly as he squirms against the larger body.

“I-Iya haven’t ever… done that before,” Evgeni feigns innocence, batting his lashes and hoping that he looks virginal. The growl from Douglas alerts him to his success, and he feels himself being ground further into the wall by a strong, seeking heat. He is trapped between the hard plaster and an even harder body. Evgeni squirms in place, his leg muscles working against Douglas’ sides as he grinds his hips down onto the prodding erection. His jeans uncover his ass completely by now, and he can feel the rough denim’s scratch through the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs, but he bites down the moan that is growing in his belly, keeping up his pure facade.

“S’okay,” Douglas grinds out through clenched teeth, “s’gonna be so good, I can tell.”

“Will yhou… tell me how?” Evgeni bites his lip and pretends to be nervous; responding eagerly to Douglas’ nodded assurance.

“Dun wurry princess,” he rubs himself shamelessly against the pinned man, a hand coming up to cup Evgeni’s face, thumb stroking the flushed cheek. “I’ll help ya out all you need.”

Evgeni smiles coyly, his head bobbing in concurrence. He’s proud of himself for playing along so well, gaining the upper hand as he sees the way Douglas has all but melted with the prospect of “teaching” him.

Truthfully, it’s not that far from how it really went; Evgeni recalling the first time he found himself on his knees between Douglas’ spread legs, balking momentarily when Douglas’ fully erect length was revealed to him finally. He’d stalled a long while, placing teasing nips and kisses to Douglas’ thighs and stomach before the larger man had snapped in annoyance.

“Damn it, Nabs!” the team nickname for the goaltender snapping off his sharp tongue, relationship nonexistent at the time. He’d curled his fingers in Evgeni’s hair, the other hand firm on his shoulder, and yanked him closer to his cock. He’d guided the smaller man through the rest of their encounter, pulling this way and tugging that until he shuddered and came. The years of practice following that hurried, unexpected, and not to mention inexperienced, first time in a road hotel room had certainly perfected Evgeni’s technique.

He was proud of his progress since then, learning how to take Douglas entirely in his mouth at one time, even able to swallow around him, losing his gag reflex completely. But tonight, he wasn’t looking to make it so easy.

“Yhou can talk me through it?” Evgeni has always been good at faking obliviousness, and he knows this. “I jhust don’t want you to think Iya am,” he pauses and blinks innocuously, “ungrateful.” Evgeni squirms against the larger man, pressing himself into the warmth.

A grunt is all he receives in acknowledgment, Douglas already scooting his left arm under Evgeni’s weight, using his other hand to unzip his own jeans, less delicately than he had with Evgeni’s own.

Douglas gets his pants to fall by gyrating his hips, their stiff erections sliding deliciously together. The unknown shiny fabric crinkling as it bunches around his knees, Douglas steps out of the constricting material after kicking off his loafers.

Pushing his hips forward, Evgeni feels his spine against the wall, but he can also feel himself that much closer to Douglas’ body, the tented boxers pressing up his crack.

“Oh my,” Evgeni’s stomach clenches at the thought of having that fullness inside him, but clings to his childlike persona with everything that he has. “What is that?” He bears down and smirks at Douglas’ face, contorted in pleasure. “It’s so bhig!”

“S’alright, princess, I’m gonna be gentle,” Douglas hisses, his ass tightening under Evgeni’s legs as he adds some leisurely thrusting of his own.

“T-that’s ghoing to be i-inside me?” Evgeni gasps, hugging the trembling body closer in his mock fear, soaking in the ripple of desire that shook the entirety of the other man. “Iya don’t know if it can fhit!”

Playing along with games only got Evgeni so far, by but admitting to Douglas that he has a generous-sized cock, he was ensured for a memorable night.

“Ngh!” Douglas grunts and buries his nose into Evgeni’s temple, air whistling as he sucks in air greedily. “W-we’ll make it fit, princess, dun’ worry.”

“It’s ghoing to be so tight,” Evgeni whimpers, tilting his chin to his chest, chewing on his bottom lip and batting his lashes, keeping his eyes locked on Douglas’ the entire time.

The larger man dips his head down, mouth pressing quick to Evgeni’s ear as he purrs. “God, yur killin’ me, Yevi,” his voice is thick and needy; the whine of want overwhelming his words.

Evgeni shivers as he hears Douglas break character, if only for a moment, knowing that he’s cracked his husband with his willful participation in their role-play; addition to the plot even.

“Nhot yet,” he whispers back, hands squeezing at Douglas’ shoulders to brace himself against the wanton thrust from the other man.

“We jus’ gotta ‘elp it along, is all,” Douglas leans back, persona reemerged. “Gotta get everything nice an’ slippery.”

Evgeni smiles, as he reads ahead in the dialogue. “Iya could help with that!”

“Yeah? What’ve ya got in mind?”

“Well, Iya suppose my tongue is pretty slippery…” he allows his voice to trail off as if in thought, but his mouth is already watering at the prospect of tasting the sturdy length, still prodding at his ass through two layers of thin fabric.

“Thass a good idea,” Douglas begins to loosen his grip, letting Evgeni’s legs slip from around his waist to the floor. The larger man’s erection is now poking into Evgeni’s belly. “I bet that’d help a lot.”

Evgeni’s fingers loop into the elastic of Douglas’ boxers, but he looks back up hesitantly before continuing to remove them. “Lhike this?” His eyes are wide and enchanted.

“Mmhmm,” Douglas’ nods, eyes slipping closed in anticipation, “yer doin’ so good, princess.”

Evgeni begins to lower the fabric, inch by inch, in mock trepidation. The first curls of Douglas’ dark hair are visible above the band, then a small bit of smooth skin, and finally, gravity does the rest of the work, Douglas’ boxers fall in a pile at his feet, his straining cock springing free.

“Oh,” Evgeni’s gasp is real as he takes in the sight; Douglas hard and throbbing, slick already at the tip. He can’t wait to lick away every trace of the shining bead, knowing it will taste better than any candy.

“S’okay,” Douglas is reassuring above him, hand blindly petting the back of Evgeni’s neck before moving to his shoulder, lightly pushing him downward. “Gunna be real gentle with you.”

Feeling the heavy hand on his shoulder, Evgeni glances at it briefly, contemplating if he should just ignore his character and go down anyway. But his knees lock, and Evgeni hardens his resolve. If he is going to do this, he is going to do this right. “On my knees? A princess whould never!” he tries his best to look affronted, knowing that the corners of his lips are twitching too much to contain his laughter for that to be possible.

Douglas’ eye twitches a little, not expecting the delay. He recovers fast, a warm and seductive smile growing on his face. “‘Course not, m’lady.”

Sliding his hand down to the crook of Evgeni’s arm, he leads the both of them to the living room, Evgeni hiking his pants back up around his waist along the way so he doesn’t trip. He kicks off his shoes there, leaving them in the hallway to be taken care of later.

Evgeni is sure the image of the two of them must seem ridiculous; Douglas is still in costume from the waist up, but naked, not to mention hard as rock, from there down. Evgeni himself is disheveled, tiara perched on his head, jeans gaping open and being held up by only his fisted hand, the outline of his cock recognizably evident.

But he allows himself to be guided to the chaise-sectional of the sofa, watching as Douglas reclines, back against the couch, legs spread out in front, and falling helplessly to an all-fours straddle atop him with only a subtle tug.

“Better?” Douglas’ eyes flash, his voice husky.

“I’m afraid this is ahlmost worse!” Evgeni feigns over his virtue, rising to sit upon his calves, with a leg on each side of Douglas’ knees. He can’t keep his eyes from wandering lower, Douglas’ thick member curled up against his belly invitingly.

“But princess, you must be willin’ ta make an exception this once. For me?” Douglas’ head tips back into the cushion, lips parted and his breath coming in ragged pants.

“Iya suppose, if no one were to find out, I could do that.” Evgeni taps a finger to his lips in thought.

“Oh, you hafto. I promise I wouldn’t dare tell anyone,” the larger man’s fingers creep down his own legs and up Evgeni’s arms until he’s grasping desperately at the thin shoulders.

“In that case,” Evgeni smirks, leaning forward to press his face close to Douglas’, their cheeks pushing together, his lips grazing over the other man’s ear, “it whould be an honor to serve you, yhour highness.”

Douglas’ hips surge upward, his exposed cock glancing over the itchy wool fabric.

“T-this,” he bites out, tugging ineffectually at the sweater still grasped in his fists. “Off first.”

Evgeni allows him to pull it and his undershirt up over his head, the tiara tangling in the neckhole and falling free. Douglas unwinds it from the pile of material, placing it shakily back on Evgeni’s head, the rest of the clothing falling discarded to the floor.

“Yhou rheally think my tongue will help?” Evgeni trails a hand down over Douglas’ chest and lower, his fingers threading through the brown wispy curls covering Douglas’ bare upper thighs. “It’s jhust that you’re so thick,” he makes his voice sound awed and intimidated. “And so long,” he breathes. Finally, Evgeni’s hand wrap around the other man’s dick, cradling the heavy weight in his palm.

Douglas gasps and bucks into Evgeni’s loose hold. “Yur tongue’ll be amazing,” his growl rumbles in his belly, so close to Evgeni’s nose as he places kisses down the front of the body, his tongue swirling around the man’s belly button.

He purrs when Douglas whimpers uncharacteristically underneath him, hands coming back up to hold on tightly to his shoulders, kneading his flesh like a cat. Evgeni cocks his head and peers at his handy-work, admiring the slick shine left by his tongue traveling down the front of Douglas’ chest and lower. “Yhou’re right, look how wet you are!”

“S-see?” he forces out between his teeth, adding pressure to his pushing, his hips lifting off the cushions with unfulfilled need. “Now yur almost there, you can do this.” Please; it was the unspoken cry that Evgeni knew Douglas was thinking.

He smiles innocently and folds himself over Douglas even further. “What kind of princess would Iya be if I didn’t treat my prince?” he whispers, his hot breath stirring the dark hairs at the base of the dick.

“But yur the best princess—oh,” Douglas interrupts himself, hands fisting as Evgeni licks up the side of the shaft in one swift motion. His saliva coats the pink and throbbing organ, the one side his tongue trailed over shining in the pale moonlight filtering in though the partly closed curtains.

Evgeni rolls his tongue around his in mouth, spreading the sweet hint of his husband’s precome before dipping back down again. “Yhou taste so good, my prince,” he mumbles through the kiss he places at the engorged, glossy head.

His tongue snakes out from between his lips again, spiraling around the tight skin, dipping briefly into the slit and gathering as much of the seeping slick as he can.

Douglas jerks his hips upward into the warm mouth unexpectedly, and Evgeni pretends to sputter at the interruption.

“Iya am not sure that I can,” he starts, beginning to back off.

“You can, princess. You’re doin’ so good. Jus’ a little bit more,” Douglas’ hips writhe around against the soft fabric of the sofa, trying desperately not to thrust upward with abandon.

Evgeni leans down again cautiously, returning his lips to encase the head of Douglas’ cock. He sucks softly at the broad head, tongue bathing the swollen skin in saliva. His mouth still waters at the taste, craving more. A dribble escapes from the tight space between his lips and Douglas’ cock, rolling down the thick shaft. Douglas shivers above him, fingers digging forcefully into Evgeni’s bare shoulders.

Evgeni relaxes his throat discreetly and in one fell swoop, encases the pulsing organ completely in the warm wet of his mouth.

“God, fuck!” Douglas’ voice fights its way from his chest, his entire body twitching violently at the unexpected move. His nails bite into Evgeni’s skin hard enough to break the thin tissue, half-moon marks marring the expanse of pale.

Evgeni works his muscles around the welcome intrusion, swallowing repeatedly and allowing his teeth to scrape gently over the taut muscle as he bobs up and down.

Douglas holds Evgeni still with his rough grip, pistoning his hips back and forth, slowly as first, fucking the man’s mouth leisurely.

Sucking in air through his nose, Evgeni allows Douglas to take control if only for a moment, enjoying the heavy musk that fills his nostrils every time his face is buried in the thick curls. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth when just the head is encased by his lips, Douglas slides back in, groaning at the snug fit.

“Yur right, princess, so tight,” he grunts, pawing at the back of Evgeni’s head to encourage a matching bob.

Evgeni takes the hint and presses his palms into the hips, slowing the man’s thrusts and taking the thick cock into his mouth without assistance. His tongue bathes the skin, each time he goes down becoming less effortless, Douglas slipping in and out from between his lips with a slick sucking sound.

He feels the broad head scrape against the back of his throat as he takes the man in all the way, his muscles fluttering around the hot length, and then he sucks, hard.

His cheeks are hollowed when Douglas wrenches him back up to sprawl over his quaking body, the man’s coated dick trapped between them and sliding up the expanse of Evgeni’s abdominal muscles.

“Dun’ wanna come yet, not with you down there,” he hums huskily, petting the nape of Evgeni’s neck as he presses feather-light kisses onto the underside of Douglas’ jaw. “Wanna see you, wanna make ya come, too.”

“Bhut I’m already here,” Evgeni plays, pretending to misinterpret Douglas’ whimpering as he trails his lips up the stubbled chin and catches the open mouth with a searing kiss.

“N’like that, princess. Yu’ll see, I’ll show ya.” Douglas’ hands trail down Evgeni’s back, cupping his ass in wide palms, pulling the smaller man up higher on his body. His fingers slip under the loose denim and Evgeni’s underwear, the bare swell of his cheeks pressing heavy into his grip.

Evgeni helps Douglas as he wiggles out of the rest of his clothing, kicking them to the floor as they puddle around his ankles. Douglas pushes the man back to sitting on his heels and Evgeni whimpers at the loss of heat, despite his cock springing free at last.

“Stay jus’ like this. S’okay,” Douglas reassures as he slinks out from between Evgeni’s legs, moving to stand next to him. A pressure of a hand on his shoulder blade causes Evgeni to fall back to all fours, this time straddling nothing.

Douglas’ hand pets at the skin of Evgeni’s back, rubbing soft circles into the twitching muscles.

“What’re yhou dhoing?” The goaltender looks over his shoulder at his husband.

“Shh,” he hushes him softly, kneeling behind the man on all fours. Douglas’ hands drape down to again squeeze at the mounds, spreading Evgeni’s cheeks gently.

“I-is it ghoing to hurt?” he whimpers, although he is already pushing back into Douglas’ warm hands for more.

“No, princess. I promise I won’ hurtja.”

Evgeni can’t see the man moving behind him as he ducks down and when the hot tongue is suddenly sweeping over his puckered opening, he isn’t expecting it all, the yelp of surprise turning into a string of Russian curses.

“My Russian princess, so dirty, jus’ for me,” Douglas purrs, his warm breath tickling over Evgeni’s tight entrance.

He squirms back, one of his cheeks brushing against Douglas’ chin, the rough hairs scratching his sensitive skin raw. Evgeni moans as a hot burst ignites just beneath the flesh, wriggling side to side for more of the sharp friction, the feeling spreading up the length of his body. His nipples harden as the tingle of arousal spreads; it reaches all the way down to his fingertips, which are scratching aimlessly into the short fibers of the couch.

“F-forgive me, sir, bhut I can’t help it,” Evgeni moans breathlessly, his neck giving way and his head falling to his chest when Douglas rubs a calloused thumb over the hole, the weathered skin doing wonders to alight his nerves. His thighs quiver and he clenches under the stroking digit, his pants coming in short, staccato whines. “It jhust… it’s jhust so good!”

Douglas smiles against his skin, Evgeni can feel the lips stretch over his twitching muscles, and before he can plead for more, Douglas is already swirling his wet tongue around his contracting hole.

Evgeni bucks, his balls bumping into Douglas’ beard and making his eyes roll back in ecstasy. Shifting his weight from his hands and his knees, Evgeni’s cock is soon swinging between his legs with his short, jerky movements, his balls rubbing agonizingly slow against Douglas’ chin.

“Aw, but princess, ’m not even insideja yet. Like I toldja. S’got to be slippery first.”

Evgeni nods dumbly, rocking his hips back to meet the prodding tongue. He can feel himself opening up until the pressure, the slick tip of the wet muscle pushing just past the first tight ring, lapping at his sensitive insides.

Douglas’ lips work around his tongue, kissing and sliding over the loosening hole, pushing deeper as he feels the tightness give way bit by bit.

“How—oh—how slippery dhoes it have to bhe?” Evgeni puffs out, hoping Douglas gets the hint. He’s achingly hard and ready, the rough scrape of stubble on his skin starting to cross over in to the unbearable side of sensations.

“Think you might be ready,” Douglas agrees, letting his mouth move over the spit-slick skin. “Dun’ move,” Douglas orders, the chaise creaking with the absence of his weight. A firm hand lands on Evgeni’s shoulders, moving him back once more to sit on his heels, and Douglas slides back into the unoccupied space between the smaller man’s legs.

Evgeni catches a glimpse of his husband, chin and cheeks glistening with saliva and it sends a shiver though his body. He’s so excruciatingly ready for this.

Douglas unfurls his legs and leans back against the couch, waiting for Evgeni to crawl up his body. Evgeni situates himself, his hands balling on Douglas’ chest, ass hovering dangerously close to the still-wet cock.

“Is this rhight?” Evgeni lowers his hips until the head is pressing just barely against his opening.

“God, yes, princess. Jus’ like that.”

“Is nhow when we have to mhake it fit?” Evgeni whispers hurriedly, anxious to impale himself with the familiar fullness.

“Yeah, jus’ go a little bit lower,” Douglas’ voice chokes off in his throat as Evgeni does as he’s told.

The rounded tip presses just the tiniest bit inside and it’s all he can do to keep from slamming down entirely, burying the cock to the hilt inside of himself. “I can fheel it,” he whines, hands pawing at the cheap costume fabric beneath him, “stretching me.”

“Good. Good girl. Yur doin’ so good. So good for me.” Evgeni smiles to himself as Douglas starts to babble.

“Do Iya go lower?”

“God, yes. C’mon princess. More, jus’ a little bit more.”

“Yhou’re so big,” Evgeni sinks down lower, taking Douglas’ tip entirely beyond the first ring of muscle and wiggling to accommodate the stretch.

“You cun handle me, baby, c’mon. I know it’s big, but yur bein’ such a good girl fer me.”

Still poised on his knees, just the head fitted inside himself, Evgeni stops, a pout forming on his lips. “Iya can’t even touch my gallant prince,” he sighs, looping his fingers around the ties of Douglas’ vest. The flexing of the cock just barely inside him makes Evgeni cut his teasing short, the tip prodding into the slick walls of his insides.

“Ngh, we shuld fix that, yeah?” Douglas groans, gripping Evgeni’s forearms tightly as the man moves to untie the vest and unbutton the shirt. He lets go only to help Evgeni slip the sleeves off his arms, batting the shirt to the floor and leaving him completely naked, save the crown sitting in his mussed hair. “Now?” he stresses, his jaw twitching at the slow progress.

Evgeni hums with satisfaction, running his hands over the bare skin, the dusting of hair on the man’s strong chest ticking the underside of his fingers. “Iya think so,” he whispers. Clenching his muscles purposefully around the small inch of Douglas’ cock that is actually inside of him, Evgeni keeps the tight contraction on the organ as he sinks down lower, shuddering at the intrusion.

His efforts are appreciated, and Douglas is writhing beneath him, not so silently begging for more. Tiny gasps and whimpers escape his parted lips and Evgeni leans down to swallow the small noises in a kiss. The cock jumps inside of him and Evgeni snaps his legs to Douglas’ sides, his whole body becoming stiff as he was filled completely.

“Mmm, takin’ me in all the way? We must’a made y’real slippery, princess, all of that insideja at once. So good, riding my cock s’pretty,” the words are strained when Douglas says them, but Evgeni is nodding in agreement, adding a gentle rock to his hips, enjoying the mere centimeters of the length that slide in and out of him, his teeth sinking into Douglas’ bottom lip at the teasing he is giving himself.

His legs are folded on each side of Douglas, his spine curving like a snake’s with each downward thrust, trying to find that one spot inside him that would make stars explode beneath his eyelids.

“Come on, baby, y’can go faster than that,” the other man whines, pushing his hips up from the couch to add to the shallow bounces. “‘M already all the way inside you, cantcha just bounce a little more for me? Doncha wanna take me in real deep?”

Evgeni tilts his hips and lifts up, impaling himself back down. Douglas groans beneath him, and it feels good, feels full, but it’s not the right spot. He changes his angles and pulls back slowly, letting each inch drag along his walls, before plunging back down.

“Yeah, like that,” Douglas encourages him, his own hips pushing back against the other man’s, drawing himself in deeper. Evgeni rotates back somewhat, feeling the pressure against somewhere deep, but not exactly what where he wants it. He draws back again, allowing Douglas’ fingertips to press into his hipbones and guide him.

He brings him crashing back down, and it’s still not right until Douglas rotates his hips into a wide circle, still buried deep and then there’s a twinge of something amazing that shoots through Evgeni’s gut like a flash fire.

He seizes up, a gasp ripping out of him, and all his muscles clamp down on the inside and out, holding the other man in place. Douglas cries out at the hot channel surrounding him tightens impossibly and Evgeni starts to sway his body again and again against something deep.

“Find somethin’ good, princess?” He chuckles to himself.

Evgeni can’t even answer; he’s too busy rocking into the building sensation, the warm curl surging through his belly and balls at each contact. Douglas looks down to watch where they meet, the slick slapping of skin on skin drawing him in. With each swing of his hips, another dribble of milky precome leaks effortlessly from Evgeni’s slit and Douglas starts to think that it’s been a long time since he’s properly hit the man’s prostate.

The smaller man is whining in his throat, losing all semblance of control as the head of Douglas’ dick jabs into his sweet spot over and over. The fingers draped at his thighs start to take over the motion and Evgeni moans as Douglas takes control, pulling and pushing him back and forth, grinding himself up into the bundle of nerves.

Evgeni’s head lulls backward as he rides the man beneath him, fists clenching and unclenching involuntarily at his sides. The teeth of the tiara are tangled in a lock of his hair and the weight of it tugs mercilessly in the snarl, but he doesn’t care at all. Grinding himself harder into the other man’s hips, he can feel the bruises forming on his ass where he grinds into the hipbones, the dull soreness throbbing down there, but everywhere else he’s on fire, shivering and shuddering.

Douglas wonders if he might be able to come without even being touched, and starts to whisper his words of encouragement.

“So beautiful, princess. So fuckin’ beautiful like this, fuckin’ yerself on me. Ya feel so tight when yer movin’ like that.”

Evgeni squeaks in his throat, neck giving way again, tipping his head back down to press his chin to his chest.

“Yhou’re so good inside me, everywhere, fhuck, so good, ah! Right there, yes, yes, ah!” Evgeni’s words give way to meaningless mumbles, his own addition to the cacophony of their unrestrained noises of pleasure; they haven’t been able to be this loud since Abigail was at an overnight camp in the summer.

He feels the tiara slipping from his head, and with one hand, he keeps it in place, the other scrambling to hold onto Douglas’ hipbone, the man’s wild thrusts becoming too fast pace for him to match.

His ass makes a slapping sound every time he falls back down all the way, his body always jerking at the impact. He’s slipping into a bad angle again, unable to find anything to hold onto properly to keep his body tilted the perfect way. Evgeni bites the inside of his cheek and his brow furrows. He hasn’t felt this full in a long time, and he doesn’t want to lose that part of his orgasm that he had been missing recently.

Seeing the concentration etched into Evgeni’s face and feeling the slackened grip that the man’s insides had commanded on his cock, Douglas knows that the other is losing the same passion that he had not a minute ago. Set on reclaiming the look of abandon on his husband’s face, Douglas digs his feet into the cushion near his ass, his knees propping up behind Evgeni’s writhing form. By lifting his hips and curling his tailbone upwards, Evgeni is soon crashing in at a different angle. And by the way the man is choking on his keening gasps, with his eyes screwed shut and lips formed into perfect ‘O’, Douglas knows that he’s found the right spot.

After two more sharp thrusts upward, a substantial ribbon of the milky white spills out onto Douglas’ stomach and he groans in encouragement. “A-are you—?” Douglas chokes out, and it’s almost a complete thought, because it certainly looks like… but doesn’t really exactly feel like… but Evgeni seems to know what he’s asking.

“Not yhet,” Evgeni lifts and drops again, forcing out another noticeable string of something sticky and sweet-smelling.

“Jesus, baby. What’s…?” And Douglas doesn’t quite know what he’s seeing, but he read something a long time ago in some book about how to milk the prostate. It reminds him so much of this, but he’d tried it on the man before, years past, when the two of them were fucking like rabbits any chance they got, but to no avail.

But this, Evgeni lifts himself up again, ass propped against Douglas’ thighs, and slams back down, this looks like maybe what he’d been aiming for, another thick white puddle is pooling on his belly, and he’s watching in amazement as his husband comes-without-coming all over him.

“Fuck,” it’s warm and wet against his skin; Douglas has to struggle to keep his character. “Keep goin’ princess, fuck! So tight!” And each new grind of Evgeni’s hips on his own shoots another hot band onto Douglas’ abs, and the smaller man’s muscles are clenched and squeezing like he’s there, but he’s still not quite and Douglas is going to lose it himself if Evgeni doesn’t get off soon.

His fingers grab harder onto Evgeni’s hips and guide him to a faster pace, the other man’s hands covering his own as he allows himself to be impaled again and again, voice escalating in pitch and frenzy. He’s bouncing off the couch as each of Douglas’ thrusts push harder, deeper, his whole body shivering with preeminent orgasm.

“Ghoing to—!” It’s all Evgeni can get out before his voice is punching from his chest, muscles fluttering madly around Douglas’ cock, squeezing so tight the larger man nearly blacks out from sensation, and spilling stripe after stripe of come onto the already splattered stomach, so much that would appear he’d not come in months. Only Douglas knows that isn’t true because he’s seen Evgeni come, but the sight and sound and feel of the tight, hot, wet push him quickly over the edge himself like it’s their first time, and he’s pumping himself empty into the firm ass, though not nearly as completely empty as the other.

Evgeni is still trembling on his knees as Douglas’ orgasm ripples away. When the shots of come are all ripped from his body, Douglas sags against the couch, keeping his legs propped from the other man to fall back against.

With the softening cock still completely inside of him, Evgeni takes the offered legs and eases his tired body to lean back into them. Through hooded eyes, he watches with a small, satiated smile as Douglas takes his fingers and drags them through the white mess pooling on his stomach.

“Thass pretty impressive princess,” he rumbles, his voice shot from all the grunting and moaning that he did earlier. “Never seen that before.”

“That’s ‘cause we haven’t in a long time,” Evgeni admits, his voice playfully accusing as he confirms Douglas’ previous belief that they haven’t had sex up to their usual standards for a while.

Douglas offers a sorry smile, but keeps up his character for the sake of their game. “Oh, but it is yur firs’ time, princess, ‘course you ‘aven’t come properly before now.”

Evgeni laughs, his head lolling back onto the back of the couch in exhaustion as he gazes longingly into Douglas’ eyes. “Oh, yes, how could I forghet?” He pushes himself forward, pressing his body up against his husband’s, his fluids squelching wetly between their warm bodies. “Shit,” Evgeni giggles, wiggling enough for Douglas’ cock to slip out of him all the way as he pops more of the air bubbles of his excessive load with his chest. “It’s ehverywhere!”

“Ya swear too much fer a princess,” Douglas sighs, wrapping his arms around the body and hugging it tight.

“Mmhmm?” Evgeni questions, his nose pressing insistently into the valley of Douglas’ jaw. His hands reach up near Douglas’ head, pushing the slanted crown back in place. “Well, n’one nheeds t’know,” he slurs uncharacteristically, the words hot and airy as they puff into the wisps of hair behind the man’s ear.

Purring his approval, Douglas rights Evgeni’s tiara as well, his palm coming down to cup the man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing them together in a sweet kiss, Douglas melts under the soft lips as they begin to move against his own.

Soon their chaste peck turns into something more heated, Evgeni cupping the sides of Douglas’ face as the man in turn interlaces his fingers at the small of the back. Eyelids fluttering shut, Evgeni tilts his head to the side just barely, making sure their noses don’t smash together as their tongues dance together. He can feel Douglas stir against his belly, but he ignores the insistent cock for now, himself too burnt out to even think about coming again anytime soon.

Instead, he focuses all of his attention on the kiss, intent on tasting his husband for as long as possible.

Lips tighten around his prodding tongue, and Evgeni is delighted when Douglas sinks his teeth into it, squealing in the back of his throat as pained pleasure spikes within him.

They moan into the kiss, keeping the electric connection strong for an immeasurable amount of time, the concept of it fading away as the two lose themselves to the touch of the other. Douglas pulls away first, his fingers curling around Evgeni’s ears, the man humming with appreciation at the dull scratch.

Tapping a finger against the tiara that remained on Evgeni’s head throughout their lovemaking, Douglas laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the man’s brow. “My little princess.”

Comments

[sherlockelly.livejournal.com]

That picture SLAYS me. TOO CUTE!

[revuko.livejournal.com]

His eyes are a not working, but he's a little cross-eyed anyway so it works? Lol

[sherlockelly.livejournal.com]

Gotta watch that little lazy eye there, lol. I've always wondered how it works to be a goaltender with a slightly lazy eye. At least it's only slightly.

Not like Cheech's.

[revuko.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's like... he watches the guy and the puck at the same time? idk. I love him for it. Obviously.

But I know he has good, hot hot sex with Douglas, and that does not require perfectly straight eyes.

[5minute-major.livejournal.com]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. *squee*
It's official, princess!Evgeni is the cutest possible idea that's ever been created. Ever, by anyone. Kthnx. And his prince is just made of win as far as adorableness goes.
Unbearably cute. <3

[revuko.livejournal.com]

aww thank you very much! Every princess needs a strong prince to protect them, and same as goaltenders with their defensemen ;) royalty and the defense, one and the same.

[richardsfan91.livejournal.com]

omfg! i absoultey love this smutty fic and the drawing. I absolutely love the ending.

Lips tighten around his prodding tongue, and Evgeni is delighted when Douglas sinks his teeth into it, squealing in the back of his throat as pained pleasure spikes within him.

They moan into the kiss, keeping the electric connection strong for an immeasurable amount of time, the concept of it fading away as the two lose themselves to the touch of the other. Douglas pulls away first, his fingers curling around Evgeni’s ears, the man humming with appreciation at the dull scratch.

Tapping a finger against the tiara that remained on Evgeni’s head throughout their lovemaking, Douglas laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the man’s brow. “My little princess.”

an absolutely perfect ending for an awsome halloween fic

[revuko.livejournal.com]

thank you! to both! The ending is quite fluffy, yeah? These boys deserve it, for what we put them though. *pets their heads lovingly*

[offthepost.livejournal.com]

WIIINNNNNER! :)

i can't say anything except i loved all of this. the roleplaying was amazing and i love that they kept up with it. <3<3<3<3prinessnabby!! :D :D :D :D :D

so wonderful! <3

oh and right.....I LOVE IT WHEN YOU DRAW PICTURES FOR YOUR STORIES. :D AND YES, I FEEL IT IS NESSASARY TO HAVE THAT STATMENT NI CAPS. :D

im an idiot dont mind me :P weeee

[offthepost.livejournal.com]

ps i saw this picture today while on the internets and im sure youve already seen it but it makes me happy so im sharing it anyways.



pps- did i mention the smut was real hot. nom nom nom. ;)

[revuko.livejournal.com]

Lol that's the background to my phone :D

[sherlockelly.livejournal.com]

MINE TOO!!! LOL!!!

See, Caroline, this is why I love you.

[revuko.livejournal.com]

LOL but of course! That's the first thing I did with it when you sent it to me, besides squealing at it from the awesome.

[sherlockelly.livejournal.com]

Also, he looks so protective!!! "Get away from my goaltender, yeah? 'er I'll kill you."

[revuko.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHA THAT'S SO TRUE. "You all right, baby? People gotta learn that no one gets in yur crease 'cept me."

[offthepost.livejournal.com]

That's why I love this picture! lol

[revuko.livejournal.com]

kinky sex is obvs what these two are known for in the locker room. but also, best couple ever? (minus the time when Douglas was a TOTAL D-BAG) We <3 princess!nabby too. because. well. that's obvious.

And yay! It adds an extra something, yeah? plus, I got to draw nabby in a tiara and Douglas in a prince costume ;)

Thank you for your wonderful comments, as always!!

[neapeaikea.livejournal.com]

Holy crap that was smutty! I liked it a lot but I think the boys enjoyed it the most, ahem. Need a cigarette break now.

[revuko.livejournal.com]

smutty. yes. >:) Kelly and I are pretty damn good at that.
Thank you!

[oohlala.livejournal.com]

next year's costume. he's already got the vest, and dougie & shrek have the same size neck, it works. (imagine my delight that the first result of google image included all this glittery shit, perfect)

i think you already know that my favorite part was patty as devin. loveee!

[helmersglue.livejournal.com]

It was exceptionally awkward to read this while my mother was sitting near me.

Just saying.

But lordy. This is kind of a collective comment, I've read a lot of both of your stuff and only just recently came out of my LJ lurker status (and when I say recently I mean "I made this account today!") and felt the need to comment on something of yours. And by yours I mean both of yours, I'm just unsure of how, grammatically to say that.

I'm a closet Sharks fan, I would be caused a lot of bodily harm if any of my family/friends knew this. And since I live in Michigan I'm pretty much unable to watch Sharks games unless they're being broadcast nationally - and we all know how often that happens - or if they're playing the Wings.

So, like, I indulge in my Sharks-love by reading tons of slash about them. And my main source is stuff from you two.

OMG COULD THIS COMMENT GET ANY CREEPIER?

I don't know, probably.

But I just wanted to let you guys know I love your stuff. It's hot. But it's not just smut. It makes me happy, okay?

Thursday, when the Sharks were playing the Wings, I actually squealed "NABBY!" God, I just love that man. And him with a princess tiara = even better! ...him having sex with Douglas = best, though.

I don't even know, just don't stop writing this stuff. EVER. Well you can stop at some point, I guess, but just not for a really long time. :l

...'kay, I'm done.

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too late to give a decent reply back. *throws confetti at you* yay for reading and reviewing and enjoying smut ughhhhh *falls asleep*