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"Nikolai? Could you please come here for a moment?"
"Yes, Fedya? What do you need?" Nikolai immediately pops up.
"Did I put the waistcoat on properly? I can't remember If that's how they wear all the zips…"
Nikolai is quite astonished to see Fyodor in a cop uniform so unexpectedly. But he masks it off with his usual manner.
"Oh, I think so. Although there are some clips on the back you need to clip together."
The ravenette struggles to hit the locks, so Nikolai decides to offer a hand.
"Need some help with those?" He smiles.
"Ah, if you could." Fyodor turns back, as Nikolai steps closer.
He carefully, but skilfully attaches the clips together, while Fyodor holds his hair up so it won't bother.
"Done. What's the reason for you to suddenly dress up like this, my dear Fedya?" Nikolai asks.
"I'll be using one of these on my next mission. There's one for you too, so it'll be good if you try it on too." The other throws another suit.
Nikolai swiftly catches it, and after looking at it for a moment, starts changing.
"So shameless of you to change right in front of me." Fyodor scolds him, but the other knows it's lighthearted.
"Oh? Are you maybe flustered by that idea?" He teases back, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Stop talking and just change your clothes." Fyodor gives him one of those close-eyed smiles he always makes.
But as much as his dear friend might try to cover it, Nikolai can just feel the way Fyodor glances at his bare back.
Adorable.
"Well? How do I look?" The jester asks as he finishes the transformation.
"Good enough. That's all, you can go now." Fyodor throws blankly, not seeming to be any longer interested in Nikolai.
And he didn't like that.
"Whaaaaat? You're not even gonna play with me?" He pouts.
"I have work to do. What do you even need from me now?" Fyodor asks.
"Fedya is so busy lately… He could at least practice acting as a policeman with me!"
"Practice? I think you've seen enough cops in your life to be able to fool someone as being one of them for a short minute…"
"Aw c'moooooon! You could practice some too… I could tell you're not a real cop from miles away! Try thinking about it like a game." Nikolai doesn't stop bugging him.
"Okay then, but just for a minute." The ravenette finally agrees.
"Hmm, what should I do with you then…" The clown gently caresses the pale cheek of the other using his ability.
"Hands up!"
Fyodor obviously immediately notices as the once gentle hand, turns into a one possessing a gun now.
Yet he doesn't react in any particular way, other than smiling deviously.
"What would you do in this situation? I'm holding a gun right to the side of your head. I can pull the trigger at any moment!" Nikolai warns.
"Nothing." Fyodor replies briefly. "I know you won't pull the trigger."
"Oh how could you be so sure Fedya? I'm unpredictable!" The jester giggles. "I know you take your guard off when you're with me. I can take advantage of that anytime I want to! What would you do if that actually happened, Fedya? How will you react?"
"I don't need to worry about that. I have my ways of dealing with you too, even if it doesn't seem like it." Fyodor responds, as he steps closer, and gives the other a light push, indicating to sit down on the office chair right behind them, and the white haired man silently obeys.
The ravenette slowly kneels down.
He starts tracing Nikolai's muscular torso with a finger, starting with the sternum, slowly going down to the abdomen, all whilst the deep purpur eyes are observing the other's every reaction, they notice the flustered cheeks, and the finger can feel the fabric move under the fastened breath.
Fyodor knows everything, Nikolai almost feels naked, despite still being fully clothed.
Finally, the finger stops, just above the waistband of his pants.
It's then when Fyodor's face finally changes, and his lips show a slight smile.
He unzips the pants, gently taking out their content.
"You got so excited from just that, hmm?"
He puts the other's length to his cheek, teasing.
He stops for a few seconds before licking it from the base right to the top.
At this point Nikolai feels like his heart is about to explode, his insides all squirming as he watches his dear friend taking him in his mouth.
He puts a hand to his lips to stop an obscure moan escaping them.
The ravenette starts off pretty tame by only teasing the tip in his usual graceful manner, but it doesn't take him long to get the real fun going.
He suddenly takes him all in base deep, nearly choking on the other's length.
Yet that doesn't stop him, oh no, he tucks a black strand of his silky hair behind his ear, and starts to gently bob his head.
From time to time he gives one of those lusty glimpses to Nikolai, who looks absolutely mesmerized.
The jester can really feel the blood pumping through his veins, and how his body is getting hotter, so much that he unbuttons the collar of the blue shirt.
"Haah… you look so pretty, all flushed and messy…" Nikolai says, scooping some of the black strands off the others pink tinted face, though the jester probably looks the same right now. "Fedya, I'm close-"
Fyodor responds by taking the other out with a wet pop, and stroking him with one hand and mouth wide open, waiting for his well-deserved dessert that is soon served.
"Ghaah… Holy fuck, Fedya!" Nikolai breathes out, throwing his head back.
"I suppose you enjoyed my little performance." The Russian responds, smiling gently whilst licking off his fingers.
"A-a-a, don't you think it's the end of our little game!" The clown swiftly catches the other's wet hand into his, and places the other one onto Fyodor's lips. "Open for me, my dear."
As Fyodor very slightly parts his lips, Nikolai immediately uses the chance to slip two of his fingers inside, forcing the other's mouth to open wider.
The jester then moves his fingers around, scooping the sticky white substance Fyodor hasn't swallowed yet.
"Good boy~"
"I told you not to call me like that…" Fyodor fusses, only making Nikolai enjoy it more. "What are you planning this time anyway?" He continues. He might be called a demon, but sometimes even Fyodor himself can't figure out what goes inside this white-haired man's head.
"You really thought it's a good idea to try bribing a policeman?" Nikolai gives a big devious smile, showing his sharp teeth.
He slides the hand that was in Fyodor's mouth just seconds ago into his underwear, while he turns him around with the other hand, so now the ravenette is facing the desk.
He holds one of the pale hands to the other's back, so he can't escape his strong grasp.
"Aren't you being a little too confident with yourself?" The ravenette points out. "Remember that I have the upper hand here."
"Oh don't worry about it my dear Fedya, I'll make sure you won't be able to think about it soon." He gives him a smile once again, before whispering to his ear "You might have the upper hand normally, but in times like these, you know damn well you can't resist me."
"Hah-… you can be a ruthless bastard sometimes, you know?" Fyodor teases back.
"Give me one minute and I'll have that cheeky smile gone from your face, turning it into one of my favorite expressions of yours~"
With those words, he bends the ravenette over the desk, and shoves two wet fingers inside him.
"Fuck!" The Russian exclaims at the sudden tension.
But Nikolai obviously doesn't stop there, as he starts moving his fingers around.
"A-aah-" The other cries out.
But the white haired jester doesn't plan on giving him a break, and swiftly changes the fingers to his own erection, now lining up with the other's hole.
The ravenette screams as he pushes in, his slender fingers grasping the edges of the desk.
"A minute didn't even pass and you're already all panting… How cute~" Nikolai smirks in content, as the other breathes heavily. "But I don't think it's enough to teach you a lesson~" Nikolai whispers, and starts moving his hips.
The sound of flesh-to-flesh clapping becomes audible in the room.
It doesn't take long for some whines to roll out of the ravenette's mouth, covered by his sleeve.
"Oh, don't be shy, be louder! You were so confident just a few minutes ago, what happened, Fedya?" Nikolai asks.
"Mh-mhm~" the other simply grumbles, still muffled by the cloth on his arm.
"Oh, c'mon Fedya! I want to hear you all good and clear…" the jester says as he buries his hand in the raven black hair, and pulls the silky whisps, making the other throw his head back.
"Gh-aaah-" Fyodor exhales, scratching on the table with his nails, making the old paint crack and peel off a bit.
"Now I can see your pretty face~" Gogol smiles, as Fyodor arches his back even harder.
"Ah- Ah- Ah-!" He moans with every thrust.
"You're such a cute mess right now… It just makes me wanna fuck th shit out of you everytime I see it…" Gogol says.
"Well, I'm still waiting for you to actually do it." Fyodor teases with a malicious grin, like his thighs aren't already trembling a bit.
"You really are a fool asking me to do it… Just don't come whining about it the next day!" Nikolai bends over to the other's ear, pressing him down to the desk, and starts moving his hips even more vigorously than before.
He always takes Fyodor's requests with special treatment, so he didn't disappoint him this time either.
"Oh God, Kolya!-" The ravenette's voice almost cracks as he whines out those words.
And oh, did those words hit Nikolai like an arrow, hearing his partner's voice so desperate for more always makes him want to do his best to satisfy him.
He sneaks his hand down Fyodor's torso, finding his way to his erection, and starts pumping it the best way he knows.
"Oh Fuck- Ah- Nikolai I-"
"Can't take it anymore? Hah- Don't worry my dear, I'll take care of everything~" The jester plants a kiss on the other's nape, as he slides his finger down his tip.
Gogol makes a few more pushes before they both finish.
"Sh-shiiiiit!" Is the only thing that comes out of Fyodor's mouth, as he cums down on Nikolai's hand.
"Oh my! That's a lot!" Nikolai points out, as he looks at the white-covered hand."
...There's no way I'm walking tomorrow… hah-…" The other man points out, his muscles still twitching from the strong orgasm.
"I'll take it as a win~" Gogol grins, before helping him get up from the desk.
Riiiiiiip!
"...What was that sound Nikolai?"
"Fuck…" Gogol pats on his back, only to feel his own skin.
"Don't tell me you just ripped the disguise…" Fyodor looks him in the eyes with disbelief.
"I'm afraid that's exactly what just happened my dear…"
"...Well, it means we will need to share the one we have left… But I'll be using it first, before you damage this one too."
End