Brothers Romanoff [MMF]

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Mikhail was a whimperer. Lev smirked sadistically over him, working his hand down Mikhail's length. Mikhail's dark hair contrasted the white sheets, his arm slung over his eyes, hiding his tear-glistened eyes.

Lev kissed his cheek tenderly. "You're such a crybaby, Mikhail."

Mikhail frowned. Xiomara crawled closer to him, taking his hand.

"Look, a little bunny hopped over to console you," Lev murmured against his cheek, kissing it again, before standing, towering over the two with a cocky smirk. "You are making me look bad, Mikhail. Like big bad wolf coming to gobble you up,"

He smirked confidently, those blue eyes fixed on Mikhail, who refused to meet his eyes. Their accents, usually rather light, was thick now, dripping off every word like honey.

Xiomara squeezed his hand. "Doesn't he have to get ready or something?" She offered.

Lev smirked. Look at her, trying to save him. How cute.

"He is always ready for me, aren't you Mikhail?"

Mikhail nodded hesitantly as Lev fully undressed.

"Do not worry about him too much. The shaking, and the tears, are not fear." Lev kneeled on the large bed, hovering over Mikhail, pulling his arm down their eyes locking.

Mikhail's face was flushed in anticipation.

"It is the anticipation of pleasure," Lev said softly, cupping his cheek. "Xiomara, get a condom from the top left drawer,"

Lev slotted his body over Mikhail's murmuring to him in hushed Russian, incoherent to her. She did as she was told, excitement flooding her body.

Mikhail's hand raised, his fingers buried in Lev's blonde locks. "You're so pretty."

"And you are a vision," Lev grinned. "Tears suit those dark eyes, my love. Like stars in the night sky."

Xiomara handed him the condom, trying to hide her surprise at the size of them, of both of them. She swallowed roughly, looking away.

Lev rolled the condom on, as Mikhail pressed his hips against him desperately. Lev didn't comment, which seemed unlike him. Without the constrictive suits he usually wore, Xiomara could finally take in his true physic. His body was muscled, sinewy and toned, pale scars peppered along the tapestry of his flesh.

A few tattoos stood out, but way less than she'd expected. 

He was perfect. Chiseled, like he'd been carved out of stone by gods.

No wonder he was so cocky.

Lev gave no warning, shoving into Mikhail his head cocked as he watched his expression. Mikhail's arms wrapped around Lev's neck as he breathed out.

"Are you okay?" Xiomara whispered. 

Mikhail nodded into Lev's neck.

"Your little flower asked you a question. She's worried about you. Use your words," Lev demanded, stroking into him deeply, punctuating his sentences.

"I'm...fine," Mikhail gasped deeply. 

"Xiomara, come," Lev ordered her, Xiomara eased herself closer, Mikhail's body jolting from the force of Lev's thrusts, calculated and slow, as if he waited until Mikhail thought he was safe, just to shock him.

Xiomara kissed Mikhail's cheek. Lev was a god in the bedroom it seemed, despite his obvious sadism, he made sure Mikhail drowned in pleasure. He was a god, but an exacting one, a dominant sadist who got off on tears. Then again, Xiomara realized, he got off on tears outside of the bedroom too, so why she expected anything else, she didn't know.

"Lev." Mikhail cried, "Stop punishing me,"

Mikhail was going crazy over the agonizingly slow pace, especially when they hadn't been together like this in so long. Mikhail hadn't been full in what felt like forever. 

Lev underestimated how erotic having Xiomara watch was. She was so expressive and so concerned about her Mihkail, and yet, her nipples pressed against her thin white shirt, Mikhail's of course, her thighs clenched tight. He smirked. 

"Your little flower's petals are trembling," lev leaned forward, whispering in her ear. "She wants what you have."

Mikhail quivered. Lev picked Mikhail up, nodding at Xiomara, to take his spot. She did so almost in a trance. Her breathing hitched, as Lev turned Mikhail around, pressing him against Xiomara, their chests pressed together, as Lev jolted Mikhail against her, his thrusts rocking the both of them, Mikhail's throbbing erecting rubbing against Xiomara's belly as he stared at her almost helplessly. She cupped his cheek, kissing him gently, softly. 

"He's so mean isn't he?" She whispered. 

"Hey," Lev yanked Mikhail's hair back. "No conspiring against me down there."

Mikhail buried his face in Xiomara's shoulder, a whimper escaping his lips. 

Lev groaned, his hands leaving marks on Mikhail's hips. 

Mikhail pressed against Xiomara frantically, trying to catch the illusive pleasure. 

"There we go, let it out," Lev whispered, driving to Mikhail to madness, as he rutted against Xiomara, the fluttering of her pussy driving him even crazier.

"Let go," Lev demanded. Mikhail's body obeyed his command, spilling his seed on Xiomara's stomach, warm, almost hot. 

Lev grunted his own release, filling the condom, the warmth easing the ache in Mickail even through the condom.

Lev pulled out, tied off the condom, and threw it in the trash. 

Lev picked Mikhail up, setting him in the bathtub before gathering Xiomara in his arms setting her on the opposite side, and turning on the water. He left the bathroom, pulled on his sweatpants, and sat on the floor next to them.

"So quiet," He mused, his arm hanging off the side of the tub, fingers skimming the water.

"That was intense," Xiomara said quietly.

Lev shrugged. "I'm always intense." He put his hand on both of their heads, kissing both their heads tenderly. "I'm going to go change the sheets. You two...console each other."

"Hey," Xiomara asked, pulling his hand. He paused. "Hm?"

"You want to make me cry too?"

Lev's gaze went cold. "No. I don't like when women cry."

Xiomara sunk into the tub. "What's with that?" She asked Mikhail.

He brushed his hand through his hair, water trickling down his face. "A long...long story. Never mind that. I'm embarrassed you saw me like that."

Xiomara smiled. "Why? You were so cute," 

He blushed looking away. "It's just like Lev to do something so...obscene."

"Yeah but...it was hot wasn't it?" She smirked.

He smirked back. "That's also like him," He grinned. "That man is sin itself."

 Xiomara couldn't help but agree with a shiver.