There was a hand slowly grinding the bottom of its palm into his clothed cock. The fingers below softly massaged in tandem, creating a soft rhythm on him that was threatening to steal his breath away.
He wasn't able to stop the soft, broken moan that left his lips as he began to harden under the gentle ministrations. Through the kiss Otar had pulled him into, he managed to breathe out this moan. Through this kiss, he was able to feel the man's answering smirk.
It had been so long since someone had touched him... It had been so long since he had last kissed another person... too long since someone had seen him as more than just the technology that had consumed his body... It was intoxicating. His head was swimming; even as he slowly lost control of his movements, unconsciously allowing himself to slow down and enjoy the moment.
Eventually, Otar pulled away. And Adam had spent so long without sharing such a close and physical kind of affection that he lurched forward, searching to continue the kiss for as long as possible.
"May I ask, Mr. Jensen," Otar moved his head to Adam's left, slowly allowing his stubble to run against Adam's own bearded cheek, "how long it has been since someone touched you like this?"
A shiver threatened to run up his spine- this one more electric than all the others elicited by Otar's tone of voice- but he was able to suppress it. Hearing Otar's voice tinged with intrigue right beside his ear... it was doing things to him. Great things... unfamiliar things.
"Too long." he admitted in a hoarse whisper, suddenly incredibly self-conscious over how pathetic he must have seemed to the older man.
He was a grown ass man that was desperate for a physical connection; honestly, he must have looked like a fool to the crime lord.
For a while now, he had ostracized himself from any and everyone that tried to get close to him.
He knew that he kept them far because he was a danger to them. He knew that his life had been nothing short of a never-ending tragedy in these last few years. And he knew that if he allowed anyone to get close to him, they would be dragged into the steady stream of bad luck that refused to leave him alone... he... he couldn't have that.
With all of the involuntary augmentations that were now a part of his body... he had become a walking magnet for violence and hate. He may not have wanted to become augmented, but that certainly didn't stop the world from seeing him as nothing short of a ticking time bomb. Not only was his body a magnet, he didn't help himself with the jobs he took on- officially and not. Every single day of his life was an adventure that bordered on misadventure; not one day passed in which a gun wasn't aimed at his head; not one day passed without him flirting with the death that (graciously and unfortunately) eluded him.
Violence was drawn to him. And... he just couldn't stomach the idea of bringing such a horrible existence to anyone he actually liked... he couldn't have anyone he cared about share a fate similar to his own. In good conscience, he couldn't allow anyone in. Not if he wanted to keep them safe.
But Otar... Otar was a magnet himself, wasn't he? His life was a far cry from normal. Violence was as natural within his life as the need for oxygen. With the truly precarious nature of this gangster's life... would Adam's involvement truly bring any novel sort of danger he wouldn't be able to handle?
Even though he was sure that Otar didn't end up having a gun aimed at his head every single day, Adam was sure that he had stared death right in the eyes on more than a handful of occasions.
Men like them... Augmented or not... they were dangerous. They attracted danger. Being in constant risk was just a natural part of their life. The lulls of peace were more unusual than the highs of jeopardy.
Maybe it wouldn't bring Otar any horrible new bad luck if Adam let him this one time.
God knew he needed this.
"And... you are okay with this?"
Otar, for once, sounded small.
Adam felt his heart rise to his throat, just as heat began to invade his cheeks in a manner he had not experienced in a long time.
Otar was making him feel flustered. Even though he had slowed his motions on Adam's cock as he began to speak, his hand was still moving. Softly, almost sweetly... but it was still getting a reaction from him. He had not been touched by another in so long... it was no surprise he was reacting so readily to this attention.
"Are you okay with me?"
He was vulnerable and he hated it. But... he needed to know- no. He needed to make sure that Otar knew what he was getting himself into. Not only would he be entering into a new and unknown stage of what was once a simple friendship, he would be entering this new stage with someone that was heavily augmented. And last Adam had checked, Otar was all human.
For a split second, Adam began to regret having acted on the impulse born from his vulnerability. He should have kept his mouth quiet and taken advantage of Otar's momentary weakness... he should have just given himself this one moment to indulge in his selfishness...
Otar's whole body froze. The hand on him stopped everything it had been doing. And Adam closed his eyes, preparing himself for the rejection that was soon to come.
It never came.
"If I was not, Mr. Jensen, we would not be here right now."
Beside himself, Adam opened his eyes so he could stare at Otar with nothing short of absolute stupefaction.
How was he supposed to react? He had... never been looked at like this.
Otar stared back at him with nothing short of determination shining within his dark eyes. The focus that Otar was exhibiting; knowing that all of that focus was directed at him... it made Adam weak; overwhelmed. He was at a loss for what he should have done. For once, his brain refused to supply him with a witty reply.
Even with his shades covering his eyes, Otar's gaze made him feel as if he was utterly exposed.
"Let us get more comfortable, yes?" Otar stood up and tugged at him to get up; Adam obliged immediately, albeit dumbly.
He had not taken one step before Otar's lips were on his own, exploring a piece of Adam that had not been visited in far too long without a single sign of hesitation. Caught by surprise at the suddenness of the action; taken completely aback by the sheer passion of the other man; Adam found himself gasping into the kiss. In no time, Otar's tongue was inside his mouth, probing every single inch with Adam's full compliance.
The kiss, slow and passionate, was overwhelming from the very beginning.
Otar was an ocean and Adam was drowning- and, even with how cheesy the very thought was... he didn't mind losing himself in this man; losing control, letting him lead and just... it was everything Adam hadn't known he had wanted... no, that was wrong- this was everything he had refused to acknowledge about himself. Everything Adam had denied himself for so very long.
Two rough hands slid below the hem of his shirt. While one seemed content to perch itself at his left hip, slowly running its fingers over the spot there where skin melded harshly into unyielding metal, the other one was much more adventurous and decided to explore towards his back. Those fingers played with the skin of his spine, feather-like touch rising slowly- Adam moaned into Otar's mouth as a shiver wracked his body.
He was beginning to feel light headed.
The precise moment when he was sat down on the bed, Adam wasn't sure of. All he knew that he was suddenly lightheaded, Otar's lips had left his own, and he was sat on the edge of the soft bed at the center of the room.
The hands moved up to his shoulder- nudging ever so slightly at him to lay back.
For a moment, his body straightened and he refused to budge, remaining rigid.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
Otar's voice was firm, yet compassionate. There was a slight rough quality to it that Adam had not previously heard from him... it was a new sound that immediately became one of his favorites.
With a second nudge at his shoulders, Adam breathed in deeply and then sighed out as his upper body lowered onto the mattress. There were sheets pooled at his side- probably, they had been shoved out of the way by Otar at some point before he had wound up on the bed.
He heard the softest hum come from Otar- it was a sound that both sounded pleased and eager and that made Adam feel that much more excited.
Those thick, calloused hands ran down his clothed torso and it was at this moment Adam cursed the thick layers he always donned. Under thinner layers, he would have undoubtedly felt more... oh, how he yearned for more...
When he heard the tell-tale clicking of his belt being undone, Adam's body went rigid; even though he hadn't wanted to react in such a manner, it was instinctual to tense up.
There was a pause; which made Adam curse himself for being so flighty; and then he heard Otar sigh softly.
He bit his lip to keep himself from gasping in surprise when he found the older man's chin resting on his stomach, just above his belt, while Otar looked at him with a fond smile.
His eyebrows shot up at the same time his eyes widened at the surprise of the highly unexpected- shockingly fond- action.
"When I first met you, I thought you were a cold metal man- yet I have come to learn that you are anything but that, Mr. Jensen."
In the back of his head, Adam began to wonder about why, exactly, Otar continued to call him in such a ridiculous manner... considering how intimately they were getting to know each other now... wouldn't it be appropriate to finally start calling each other by first name?
But those thoughts were quickly pushed to the side as Otar raised his chin just a little bit, enough to pull up the fabric of his shirt, and then pressed a feather-light kiss onto his exposed skin.
Nerves jolted frantically at the unexpected and unfamiliar contact. Adam forced himself to breathe in deeply to retain some control of himself; remain some kind of calm in this surreal situation.
"Would you allow me to see your eyes?" Otar's lips tickled at the patch of skin just below his navel as he spoke, then he raised his face to allow Adam to see him smirking, clearly pleased with himself. "There is no need to keep such thick shields up; not now."
His body felt like a live wire- every touch, every sound, every move... he felt it all and...
Adam's head fell back and he stared up at the faintly glittering ceiling.
Otar had never seen his real eyes.
Almost no one had seen his eyes after Sarif had gotten through with them.
Keeping up his eye-shields was normally a tactical choice- he couldn't really be inconvenienced by debris if his eyes were covered, after all. But there were times when keeping them up was a purely emotional choice. Keeping them up kept an immovable wall between him and all others. They helped him keep distance between himself and everybody else in his life.
Otar wasn't demanding him to take them down- he was asking.
And as he waited for an answer, the older man didn't pry or show absolute impatience. Instead he busied himself by peppering butterfly kisses over Adam's skin, slowly pushing his shirt up higher to have access to more of him.
Adam sighed softly- what was the point of keeping up such a wall when they had already smashed through all of the others?
The steady and slow thrum of the faint music whispering around the room washed over him, delivering a much appreciated smooth feeling to the encounter. It seemed that one of the more sensual night-shows was going to be starting up.
The shields retracted with a flutter of a noise that seemed to have barely been heard by Otar, even though it felt deafening to Adam's own ears. Otar simply continued exploring Adam's stomach with his mouth, one hand on Adam's right hip as the other slithered beneath the bunched up fabric of Adam's shirt and began to inch up to Adam's chest.
Otar's touch was gentle, his ministrations slow and pleasant. It was easy to become lost in the feeling of him kissing, licking, nipping; the tender nature of his calloused hands was enough to soothe Adam further; aid him in relaxing.
He wasn't sure when, exactly, his mouth opened up to allow him to breathe easier, but he did know that eventually he began to hear little whimpers coming from himself that he had never thought himself capable of before.
At this point, his penis was erect and weeping; both from Otar's actions and from the fact that the older man's chest had been subtly grinding into it for some time. Adam was beginning to feel restless; eager, even, and yearning for release.
"May I give you a blowjob?"
The question was so incredibly direct; so painfully blunt; that it only made sense that it came from the mouth of Otar Botkoveli. Even with the smoke and mirrors his line of work required him to take part in, this was a man that went straight to the point in most things he did... of course he wouldn't beat around the bush even in such an intimate occasion.
Adam took a moment to contemplate on how to answer; took a moment to wonder if he truly was willing to throw himself into the abyss he knew Otar Botkoveli was holding him over.
And then he remembered that tonight was his one chance to be selfish.
"Please." he whispered, breathlessly, as he raised his his left hand up to Otar's shoulder and squeezed it.
Hopefully, that one action would be enough for Otar to understand that Adam was ready to take everything he was willing to give him.
Every single movement of Otar's was slow, deliberate, and calculated. As he dragged one hand down to the hem of his pants to fully undo the belt, granting him access to the button and fly of his pants, the other lingered over Adam's stomach, touch light, yet present. His teeth bit softly, gently, at the rim of Adam's navel, causing Adam to hiss softly.
The cold touch of Otar's cross necklace shocked Adam when the tip met with his heated skin and Otar simply chuckled deeply at the reaction.
There was a certain tenderness to Otar's actions... a steady gentility and patience that was so very unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Even with Megan-
His train of thought was promptly derailed by cold air suddenly meeting with his now exposed member- unlike all of his other movements, Otar had been quick and suddenly when he pulled Adam out of his underwear.
Adam moaned, surprised and relieved, and he just about melted when Otar's large right hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The older man delivered two quick squeezes before placing a soft kiss to his swollen head; Adam groaned, teeth biting into his lower lip.
"Lamasih."
The word Adam did not know was just about purred. Before he could question the man what he was muttering and keeping from him, his pants and underwear were being tugged down, only to end up resting below the curve of his ass.
"Considering the state you are already in, I will not tease you any further. We can leave more involved tactics for another day, yes?" there was a barely concealed chuckle to Otar's words, his right hand returning to his wet head, smearing some of the pre-cum that had accumulated with his thick thumb.
Adam's throat ran dry, tongue becoming heavy, as he felt those heavy fingers slowly wind around the shaft of his cock.
He was contemplating if he should open his eyes to get a look at Otar; see what he was doing; burn into his memory this moment in time; when the bed dipped with the weight of Otar's body. His own body was pulled somewhat lower onto the edge, his ass teetering over the edge, to give the man easier access, he guessed.
Would he really allow himself to miss out on the once-in-a-lifetime chance to get a good look at the Head of the Dvali Crime Family, Otar Botkoveli, giving him a blowjob?
A better question would be would he really be stupid enough to miss out on this chance just because he was feeling shy?
The subtle shaking he could feel in his arms as he raised himself on his elbows was purely mental; his augs couldn't really shake, not in the way he believed he was experiencing.
Otar dragged a surprised moan straight from his throat by licking all the way up from the junction between his balls and cock, all through the bottom of his shaft, only to engulf his now weeping head into a hot amazing mouth.
Adam's hands balled up into fists, clutching tightly at the sheets beside him, as he worked to keep himself thrusting his hips forward and forcing Otar to take him completely.
Otar hummed softly, teased the slit with a few quick licks, and Adam knew right then and there that he wouldn't just be a fool to miss out on the chance of seeing him work; he'd be an idiot.
Pulling himself up to sit comfortably on the bed, Adam felt himself dip slightly lower onto the bed; the bottom of his boots thudded softly against the lush carpet of the room at the same time his brain short-circuited due to the breathtaking sight that was Otar Botkoveli; Dvali gangster, violent and honorable criminal, head of a criminal empire, bane of the existence of any just and true member of law enforcement in Prague; kneeling in front of him with his thin lips wrapped around him.
It was almost as if he belonged there...
One calloused hand raised to ghost playful fingertips against the underside of his testicles at the same time Otar pushed himself lower onto Adam's dick.
"Fuck..." Adam whined, tone pitifully desperate to his own ears, as he felt the damning feeling of a coil becoming tighter and tighter deep within his stomach.
He truly wasn't going to last long- he wasn't any better than an inexperienced teenager.
"O-Otar," he tried to warn the man, grip on the sheets beside him becoming almost painful, only to bite harshly onto his bottom lip in an attempt to distract himself and keep from embarrassing himself. He gasped, unable to close his eyes as he gazed in marvel at Otar work tenderly yet eagerly at pleasuring him.
The man hummed from deep within his throat, raising his other hand to grip at the base of his cock and begin to pump rhythmically.
Adam groaned and tried to warn him to stop; slow down; stop; but he couldn't find the words to say anything marginally intelligible.
"I-I-shit."
His orgasm was sudden, leaving him rooted in place for the span of a few seconds...
It was the sound of Otar swallowing thickly that pulled him away from his stupor.
Not much later, Adam fell bonelessly back onto the bed, chest heaving in an action that was more instinctual than necessary. His eyes remained wide open, much too taken aback by everything to close... and he soon found Otar's smiling face looking down at him. His eyes were as bright as his smile... and Adam suddenly found himself feeling like kissing those smiling, swollen and reddened lips.
His arms raised mechanically, but when his hands came into contact with Otar's thick neck, he was aware of how gentle and careful he was being. Softly, he tugged Otar down, wordlessly asking him to come closer.
Otar, of course, indulged such a thing and soon their lips were connected in a slow kiss. He cringed somewhat at the taste of his own cum, but worked through the discomfort and dragged a surprise moan from Otar when he took absolute control of the situation.
He made sure to be careful, treating Otar with the care he deserved and required, as he pulled the man onto the bed and flipped them over.
Otar gasped at that, but their lips were connected soon enough for him to not be able to question any of Adam's intentions.
Adam had never been with another man. So he knew that he would only make a fool of himself if he tried to mimic Otar's own actions; especially when he knew that he wasn't a fan of his own taste. But he had pleasured himself on enough occasions to know how to touch his own dick to get himself over the edge; and a dick was a dick, no matter who it was attached to.
His hands fumbled a bit too much for his liking as he attempted to open up Otar's own pants, but the gangster didn't seemed bothered in the least bit by such a reality. He merely remained comfortably resting against the bed, allowing Adam to take the reigns without a single grumble of complaint.
By the time his hand finally got to wrap around the heated and swollen cock that had been confined for much too long, Otar's hips were bucking upwards; his impending release was close and Adam wasn't about to deny him of it.
Sat on top of Otar's thighs, with their lips connected in a sloppy and highly uncoordinated kiss, Adam's hands enveloped Otar's thick prick- and wasn't it just right for this part of him to be as thick as the rest of him?- and began a steady rhythm of stroking, tugging, and pulling.
Slowly, he built up the rhythm, moving faster and faster in tandem to Otar's own increasing grunts.
Otar spilled onto the palms of his hands only a millisecond after Adam nipped at his lips and tugged.
A few seconds after, Adam rolled off of the man and sat up, looking down at the thick substance now painting the carbon black augs with no true thought crossing his mind.
It had been a very long time since he had taken part in anything like this... he... he didn't even know if there was a specific way he had to clean his hands...
Faintly, he heard a zipper being done and the shifting of the mattress. But he was still surprised when he felt two heavy arms wrap around his stomach, pulling him back and to lay down against Otar's warm body.
"Do not worry about clean-up, I can handle it." he was hugged from behind, a quick kiss was pressed into the side of his neck, and then one of the sheets he had previously been holding onto was being ran over his hands. "Allow yourself this moment to relax, Adam."
Otar's hands were gentle yet firm as they moved over Adam's own. When they pulled the sheet away, Adam flexed his fingers and eyed his palms- he would have to at least wash them...
"I must say, I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you enjoyed it as well."
Otar's words were conversational and Adam's eyebrows furrowed.
Had... had that been it?
They weren't going to...
Was that good? Was he disappointed?
He wondered if he should voice out such concerns or stay quiet; clearly Otar was on another wavelength at this point... but...
Shifting his body ever so slightly, Adam glanced over his shoulder to look at Otar, lips somewhat pursed, "Wait... you don't want to... you know?"
"Impale you?"
Adam winced at the bluntness of the man's words; Otar chuckled deeply.
"Of course not. This is your first time with a man, is it not? No, I'm much too big for someone that is naturally tight that has not been given the proper time to prepare himself. Especially when said naturally tight person has not yet had a sexual encounter of the ass-impaling nature."
Adam blinked, "How do you know it's my first time?"
Otar shrugged softly and gingerly kissed the left side of Adam's jaw before answering. "Lucky guess."
Adam frowned, Otar's arms tightened around him, and he couldn't help but think that Otar was a man that was full of surprised on this night.
Otar gave him another kiss, this time a quick peck on the lips, and then burrowed his face into the crook of his neck. "If you truly wish to explore such a venture, I do not see why we cannot take part in it on another night. But maybe some dinner would be nice before we are to engage in such strenuous activities."
Otar was talking about a future together. He wasn't saying it outright, but Adam could understand what he was saying.
"Be mine. Let us continue taking part in this and much more. Forget about Interpol; forget about the Dvali. Let us forge a new life for as long as we are both willing to traverse in the shadows."
There was no way they would ever be able to have a normal relationship. They came from opposing worlds; their ideals and objectives were polar opposite and in direct contention. The moment Adam was ordered to take the Dvali down, he would have to take Otar down. The moment Adam became a bother to the Dvali, Otar himself would have to eliminate him.
This was a horrible idea.
For some reason... it didn't seem quite as horrible with Otar holding him so tightly.
"The Chicken Foot over at Překážka isn't half-bad on most nights."
This was a terrible idea.
"Hmm, I have never been there." there was a slight grumble to his words, as if he wasn't too elated about the possibility of visiting one of Koller's favorite restaurants.
Beside himself, Adam smiled. "It'll definitely be worth it." and he soon shrugged, "You'll get to choose where we visit next time."
He didn't see Otar's smile; he felt it against his neck.
This was stupid.
But it was about time Adam had something for himself.
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It took me years and I'm incredibly sorry about that. But I've learned that vulnerability and intimacy are incredibly hard for me to write; so this literally took years to write.
I'm happy with it, though. And I hope y'all are happy with it too! Drop a review to let me know what you thought (especially if now you ship these two and I played some role in convincing you to jump on the pool-noodle that is this ship).