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Nikolai walked through the small flat happily humming along to the record he had put on; a Russian language version of Cats had not been easy to find so he took every opportunity he had to play it.
John was going to be coming home for leave that evening, Nik had gotten into town a week before and had taken great pleasure in getting the flat ready for the month they’d have together. The windows had been opened to air everything out, the fridge and pantry stocked, the cigar box refilled, everything dusted and swept. It had been a shame John hadn’t been here for that, Nik would have gotten a little maid dress. He had taken the opportunity to buy a new rug as well as fresh sheets for the beds, it looked rather cozy if he did say so himself. A perfect temporary den for the two men.
An alarm beeped and Nik grinned widely, he did not quite skip to the dryer but it was a close thing. It was a luxury, a waste of electricity, Nikolai had taken great joy in buying it. He took out the large flannel robe, the boxers, and the slippers, gathering them up and walking with a spring in his step to deposit them.
The idea had come when he’d been on the phone with John, folding some freshly laundered clothes.
“Enjoying your time to yourself?” John had asked, the sound of his pen scratching over paperwork in the background.
“I’d be enjoying my time far more if you were here,” Nik had said, John’s smile had been audible, “But I do like feeling like your little housewife, waiting for my husband to come home from the war.”
“Oh ho,” John chuckled on the line, “Yes, your big brave war hero, coming home with paper cuts and a hand cramp.
“Which he will need his loving wife to massage out,” Nikolai replied, punctuated by the sound of him shaking out a pillow case.
John laughed and Nik smiled, leaning his hip against the bed. “Hey,” He began, his voice soft, “What are you wearing?”
“Good night, Kolya!” John tried to sound scandalized through his laugh as he ended the call and Nik barked a laugh. He smoothed out the items he had been folding, muttering “housewife” to himself as he began putting everything away and then paused.
“Housewife,” Nikiolai said aloud, his grin widening, the plan already forming. And this morning it had properly paid off when Nik had unboxed and tied his new silk robe around his waist, the buttery soft fabric just barely kissing his thighs. He took a moment, admiring himself in the full length mirror and feeling his already half hard cock stir further at the idea of John seeing him like this. His toes curled. He grinned wickedly before going back to the box and pulling out the second robe, it was grumpy and frumpy and perfect, the fabric soft and warm, it seemed made to smell like John already. Under that were a pair of boxers, nothing very special, red and soft, they had a fly and that was the main thing Nikolai had been looking for. And finally, at the bottom, a pair of slippers, soft and brown with memory foam for John’s always sore feet. Nik laid all the pieces on the bed and bit his lip. The image of his cozy husband a heady one.
Nikolai now carried the warm pajama pieces around the flat, setting the slippers carefully by the door and then laying the robe and the boxers on the bed. Next he went to the kitchen, selecting a well aged decanter of whiskey and carrying it to the living room, placing it on the bar cart next to John’s enormous arm chair.
All done, he smoothed his hands over his hair, poured himself a red wine, and waited.
It took all of five minutes, Nik’s timing impeccable, before keys were jangling in the door. Nikolai went for a purposefully disaffected pose against the wall as the door finally opened and his husband walked in.
“Nonstop bloody paperwork all day, I mean you would not believe the… the…” A blush spread from under John’s beard as he swallowed, looking at Nik in his tiny silk robe with his glass of wine and loose curls. “Hey,” John breathed, his voice rough.
“Welcome home, Captain.” Nikolai’s voice was a big cat’s purr as he walked forward, tipping John’s chin up to kiss him. “Your slippers are waiting.” He whispered against his lips.
“My wh– ah, Kolya,” The blush and the smile were just too damn endearing when John noticed the cozy looking slippers waiting by the door. He bent down to remove his boots, letting Nik whisk them away to put them on the shoe rack, very purposefully bending over at the waist and hearing the grunt of appreciation from John. “Am I going to find a robe and pipe waiting for me in the bedroom?”
Nik looked over his shoulder, watching John stall out at the image of his curls framing his face and the pink silk framing his ass, “You don’t like pipes,”
John started to reply before letting out a precious little noise, “Oh they’re right toasty.” he smiled at his feet in the slippers as Nikolai straightened, offering his hand down to pull John up and into a kiss that tasted like cigar smoke. Nikolai cupped his cheeks, scratching idly at his beard as he kissed John lazily, nibbling his tongue. John sighed into him and wrapped an arm around his waist, the other going to tangle in his hair. They were at a real risk of spending the rest of the night making out in the entryway and Nik had other plans.
John made a little noise as Nik began tugging him to the bedroom, stumbling over his feet a little as he walked over the nice new rug. When they did arrive and Nik gently broke the kiss, John let out a little giggle at the robe and boxers waiting for him.
“I should leave you at home for a week more often.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
John grinned, and began undressing, Nik taking the articles of clothing from him as he did before John could toss them in the hamper. When he was down to his boxers he wavered a little.
“Do you need help, my love?” Nik asked, his voice a husky rumble.
“No,” John blushed, “‘S just weird to do with you watching is all.”
“I like to watch,” Nik purred before sinking to his knees, hooking his fingers under the waistband of the boxers and tugging them down, “But if you’re going to be shy…”
John caught his breath and arched his back slightly, offering his hard cock up to Nik who, the bloody tease that he was, kissed his stomach softly and then reached for the boxers.
“Cocktease.” John complained.
“Impatient,” Nik replied, helping John step into the boxers and tugging him up, tucking his cock securely away as his husband hissed. Next came the robe which Nik was only too happy to help John with, he had been thinking about this exact moment from the second he placed the order. He held the garment out, biting his lip as John, with a minimum of grumbling, let Nik gently tug the sleeves over his muscular arms and then sweep around the body to tug the robe around him and tie it snugly over his soft stomach. Nik stepped back to admire his handiwork, John looked like… well he looked like a big warm teddy bear. He looked lightly flushed and deliciously cuddly and Nikolai really couldn’t be blamed for grabbing his face and kissing him again.
“Kolya,” John moaned softly into his mouth, “Yeah, come on let’s–”
“Not done yet,” Nikolai groaned, kissing his cheek bone and then burying his nose in the soft beard, nibbling at it. “Living room.”
“It’s like a bloody treasure hunt,” John whined, making Nik laugh as he tugged him to the living room, shoving him into the armchair, watching his cuddly bear sink into it. John had just enough time to sit there looking chagrin before Nik was in his lap, opening the decanter of whiskey and pouring a generous amount into the tumbler he plucked from the bar cart. He took a small sip and hummed in approval before handing it to John.
“Oh,” John sighed pleasantly after taking a sip, “That’s lovely.”
“Mhm,” Nik agreed, kissing him sweetly before reaching across the bar cart to open the cigar box, pulling out a short fat one and offering it to John to smell, smiling at the appreciative noise he made before Nik snipped the end and lit it for him.
John set his whiskey on the cart as he took the cigar, his other hand planted firmly on Nik’s ass. He took a long leisurely pull and tipped his head back as he blew woody smoke into the air. Nik loved the smell but he had left the windows open regardless, not wanting to suffocate on the smoke.
“Oh this is Elysium.” John sighed.
Nik smiled against his neck, mouthing at the warm skin, he then, like a snake, began to slowly slide down from John’s lap until he was on his knees before the man. John blinked down at him, just on the edge of sleepy.
“Kolya?” He asked, his lips a slight pout.
“John,” Nik leaned in and gently parted his robe, kissing at his warm soft thighs.
“Oh,” John’s voice was slightly reedy as he realized what was about to happen, spreading his legs slightly for Nik to slide between them more comfortably.
“So good for me,” Nik whispered, mouthing at the soft pale flesh of his inner thighs. Price had gained a little softness since becoming a captain, all that paperwork kept him from running around with the younger recruits which had filled out his thighs and his stomach. Nik was in love with it. “Don’t forget to enjoy your smoke, love,” He peeked up at him from under the parted robe and watched in delight as John swallowed and took a puff, “And your drink, I don’t want to distract you,” He watched as John struggled to remember to exhale the smoke before taking a sip of his drink.
“Now,” Nikolai purred, pulling John’s hard cock out of his boxers, gently tickling the hair on his balls, “I want you to enjoy your cigar and your whiskey, you let me keep you warm, forget I’m here.” he chuckled at the squeaky scoff John let out that morphed into a moan as Nikolai wrapped his lips around John’s cock and swallowed him down.
John let out a long loud moan, his head tipping back as Nik nestled in between his thighs, breathing in slowly through his nose as he bottomed out. John wasn’t particularly large. He was a little shy about it when he and Nik had first gotten together because the Russian was fucking enormous in a way that made John both terrified and painfully hard. Nik had asserted, however, that John was perfect .
“I’m not just saying this because I love you and I think everything from your cute little nose to your very hairy toe knuckles is perfect,” Nik had said before ducking a half hearted swipe at his head and nipped at John’s nipple, “But your cock, my love, is divine . Aphrodite herself could not have crafted one more perfect.”
He fit just right in Nikolai’s mouth, fat and hot and heavy on his tongue, precum dribbling down his palette. The plan was not to suck John off, it was simply to cock warm while he smoked and drank. Nikolai loved cockwarming for John, it was an exercise in contradiction. Nik was on his knees, pleasing, serving, the pleasure, the focus, was all on John, and Nikolai was very much the one in control. He got comfortable on his knees on the soft carpet. The cigar should take John about forty five minutes to finish if he was savoring it properly, and Nik would allow no less, with the whiskey it would likely take an hour. A lovely hour on his knees surrounded by John’s warm musk.
Nik listened to John above him breathing slowly as he forced himself to settle down. Nik made a soft noise in his throat, resisting the urge to smile when John jerked, his softly haired thighs twitching. He nestled his nose in the man’s pubic hair, breathing in deeply.
“God damn, Nik, what you do to me.” A shaky hand came to rest on Nik’s head, carding through his curls. The feeling of Nikolai’s hot wet mouth around his cock was enough to make John’s head float. Surrounded by his three favorite vices, cigars, whiskey, and Nik he took a steadying breath and settled back into the chair inch by inch. He took a fortifying puff on his cigar and then a sip of whiskey. This was… incredible. He petted Nik’s scalp and felt him huff out a little breath against his thatch of curls. John closed his eyes, letting the warmth of it all melt him.
“You take good care of me.” he said quietly, stroking the curls. “I mean really, Kolya, you take such good care of your John.” he took a lazy puff, “Getting the apartment all ready for us, getting my slippers and robe nice and warm for me, ah bear,” He sipped on his whiskey and then took a filling breath of smoke, “The hell did I ever do to deserve this?”
Under the robe Nik slipped off his cock and John started to move back a little, ready for Nik to crawl into his lap, but instead Nik just swallowed down his balls and John moaned softly, rubbing his forehead.
Decadent, that’s how Nik made him feel. Like a bloody hedonistic Roman emperor, he wouldn’t be surprised if Nik had planned on feeding him grapes while he did this too. The feeling of soft lips and tongue kissing and caressing his balls had John gripping his cigar too tightly, precum spurting out of his cock. “Kol…”
Nikolai suckled at John’s balls, tonguing at the seam and shivering slightly when fluid dripped onto his cheek. He’d need John to cum all over him soon, he wanted the smell all over him, but not just yet. He slid his hands up John’s thighs, gently tickling his perineum and earning a ha! Nikolai smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the area before sheathing John’s cock again. He gripped John’s ankle, gently grounding him as he properly settled in place. Nik closed his eyes, he would stay here for as long as it took John to finish, like a good housewife.
John was determined to be good and enjoy his smoke and his whiskey. He took slow measured puffs and careful sips, savoring the flavor of both while Nik occasionally shifted between his legs. He began to softly talk about his day, what the boys were up to, the conversation he had had with Kate, just the good stuff, for some reason he didn’t feel the urge to complain. When the cigar was ashed and the whiskey finished he gently squeezed the back of Nik’s neck. Slowly, Nik peeked out from under the robe, the corners of his eyes damp and a smile on his face. God damn John had never seen anything more beautiful.
“C’mon,” John’s voice was breathy as he beckoned him up.
“A moment please,” Nik whispered, and then he was back under the robe giving John a quick sloppy blow.
“Nik!” John yelped, almost laughing as Nik bobbed on his cock hardly a half dozen times before John was cumming with a shout, gripping the arms of the chair as he came deep in Nik’s throat. The Russian popped up, swallowing down John’s seed with a Cheshire grin. John barely had the breath to complain before he was being scooped up and carried to the bedroom. It was then that his eyes started to water.
“Oh, my beloved,” Nik cooed softly, laying him across the bed and crawling up and over him, kissing his cheeks.
“I love you,” John said, the only response his scrambled brain could provide in that moment, “God I just,” He cupped his face and kissed the taste of himself out of Nik’s mouth, chasing the whiskey and the cigar with his own seed. “I love you.”
Nikolai kissed him deeply, taking his hands and sliding them into his robe, grunting when John took a hold of his cock and began to stroke, his other hand playing with his heavy balls. “John, my John, my love,” He kissed him over and over, shivering as the calloused hands stroked him until he spent himself across the red boxers, grinning at the sight.
Now came the slow part, the quiet end of the night that came when an old married couple finished up and were more concerned with getting to sleep than trying for a round two. They weren’t Soap and Gaz anymore.
Nikolai helped John wiggle out of the boxers, wet and stained that they were, he was careful to avoid getting anything on the robe. John pissed while Nik brushed his teeth and then they swapped. They both took their nightly medication and John dug out his mouth guard, a sure sign all sexual activity was halted for the night, Nik kissed him anyway. Nikolai hung up the robes and John did his little stretches to avoid waking up with back pain and then they were crawling into bed.
John rolled onto his side, smiling as Nikolai spooned up behind him and then laughing when Nik manhandled a pillow between his knees “I know you have neglected to do this while you were in the barracks.” he mumbled.
John didn’t answer, Nik already knew he was right.
The two men settled in fully, the flat smelled like sex and smoke and night air. John laced his fingers with Nik’s and pulled them up to his mouth, pressing a whiskery kiss to his knuckles.
“Thank you,” He whispered.
“It was and is always,” Nik whispered, hugging John tight, “My pure pleasure.”