Rose inspires Dimitri to try something new. (one-shot)

Written for FicFest 2022, prompt: Rose pegs Dimitri

Tags: NSFW, pegging, anal, aftercare

I came out of the en suite to our bedroom to see Dimitri lounging on the bed with his arm under his head as he watched my bare body with salacious eyes. It didn't matter if he had just fucked me or seen me naked a couple of hundred times before. He always stared at me like he did that very first night in the cabin. Like I was the most glorious creature and the world, and he was eager to touch.

I hid a small wince as I crawled in beside him. I was a little tender, just like I was anytime Dimitri got a bit rough with anal. I knew he tried to be considerate, especially since he was well aware that he was larger than average when it came to the goods. Still, good intentions were often forgotten in the heat of things. I'd be fine tomorrow, but it would probably be hard to find a comfortable position to sleep in tonight.

In the meantime, I was happy for cuddles. I rested my head against my favorite pillow (aka his chest) and sighed as he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a kiss.

I don't know if it was my sore bottom or the post-orgasmic bliss that sparked the idea, but once it was there, I was curious.

"Have you ever…" my senses caught up to my curiosity before I could finish my thought, and I shook my head to get rid of the way-to-personal question. "Actually, never mind. It's none of my business."

Dimitri, who had calmly been tracing patterns on my arm, suddenly stilled. "My business is your business. You can ask me anything. What did you want to know?"

Part of me was tempted to lay exactly how I was, but I suddenly had to know, and the least I could do was look him in the eye when I asked. I turned, propping myself up on my arms so I could face him properly.

"Have you ever wanted to take it up the ass?"

My question took him by surprise, his eyes going wide as he jolted back. I guess his shock was warranted. I hadn't been very subtle about my question.

"Are you asking if I've ever wanted to try anal? Like, with a guy?"

Dimitri had made his love of my ass known quite a bit over the last year. It took him a while to ask, but I had just shrugged and told him I was willing to try anything once. While it wasn't my preferred position, I loved the way he reveled in it. Dimitri often whispered dirty little things in my ear whenever we were together, but I would be considered the "loud" one in our relationship. When he was taking me from behind? God, that man would groan, growl, and make his pleasure known in the most addicting way.

I shrugged. "Or with a toy or something, but yeah, have you ever been on the receiving end of things?"

After his initial shock, Dimitri didn't seem weirded out by the question. Instead, he looked almost thoughtful, as if he was really considering the idea.

"I had a couple of offers before, but I always turned them down."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. "You've gotten offers?"

He raised his brow and offered me a knowing smirk. "Male novices outnumber female novices two to one, and at St Basil's, it was closer to three to one. A) it was natural to have a few gay guys in the mix, and B) sometimes horny teenage boys are willing to try anything to get off with something more than just their fists. It wasn't something really talked about, especially in Russia, but it happened. Happens in the field sometimes too. Easy hook-ups; no harm, no foul, and no acknowledgment when you passed one another on your next shift."

It made sense. Back at school, I was hit on constantly. Being one of the few girls in the novice group almost made it a given. Eddie and Mason held some of the hordes back, but there was always someone trying to work their way into my panties. It wouldn't have surprised me if a few of those guys eventually turned to each other for relief.

"But you never tried it," I asked, genuinely interested in this new development.

He shrugged, holding on to his unaffected demeanor about the idea. He didn't seem uncomfortable or dismissive about the notion, which didn't surprise me since Dimitri wasn't a judgemental sort of guy.

"I've never been into hook-ups." I knew Dimitri wasn't a monk before he met me, but he wasn't a player, either. I think he once mentioned a girlfriend back when he was in school. I assumed there were probably one or two one-night stands somewhere in the mix, but I couldn't imagine him taking a different girl home every night.

Something hit me, though; He had yet to definitively answer my question.

"So, hypothetically…you could be interested in it? I mean, if you were in a relationship or something?"

"I'm not really into men, but sure, I guess I'd hypothetically be interested if I ever found myself dating a guy." He turned his wicked grin on me, giving me a sweet little peck on the lips. "Luckily, I'm with the most beautiful, loving, and amazing girlfriend ever to walk the earth."

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," Dimitri groaned on his hands and knees. It was a position I was pretty familiar with, but seeing it from this side was somewhat strange. Like I was in the wrong place or something. The contraption around my hips felt unnatural, too, probably adding to the odd feeling.

Dimitri's back still held some shine from the oil I had massaged him with earlier. I wanted him to relax as much as possible, and he had done the same for me the first time he'd taken me like this. I paused for a moment, lube in hand and ready to prep him.

"You don't have to do this, Dimitri. It is totally up to you. We can stop right now," I assured him. "Or switch positions if you'd rather."

He chuckled. "Very tempting. But honestly, I've been curious ever since you asked about this the other day. Plus, considering how many times I've enjoyed that ass of yours, the least I can do is let you abuse mine."

He jumped as a squirt of lube hit him between the cheeks. I mentally smacked myself, remembering how Dimitri would usually warm it in his hands before preparing me. While I wasn't planning on using it quite yet, I also added a decent coat to the dildo hanging off my harness.

First things first, though. I had to loosen this poor man up.

"Just remember, you can change your mind at any time. Okay?"

He nodded, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly through his lips.

I let my fingers trace the small of his back and over the defined muscles of his lower body. Hips, thighs, glutes. It had felt strange before, but now there was something almost powerful about having this control over Dimitri. There was a hint of that feeling whenever I rode him, but even then, he would typically find my hips and guide me over his cock. Right now, there was no way for him to touch me. I was totally in control.

"Is this how it feels for you every time?" I asked. "Does this position make you feel powerful, knowing that I'm at your mercy when I'm on my knees?"

He glanced at me over his shoulder. "I love taking your pleasure into my hands, Roza. I love being the one to drive you crazy and dominate you until you scream. So yes, having you face down, ass up, and completely given over to me is quite a powerful feeling. The view isn't bad either."

I pinched his side for his cheekiness but smoothed the spot a second later. He was kinda right, after all.

After letting my fingers wander a bit more, including taking a moment to reach over his body and caress his semi-hard cock, I felt Dimitri relax underneath me. I wasn't sure if he was totally ready, but I think he was as ready as he was going to be.

I took a deep breath and parted his ass, trying to remember how Dimitri prepped me for the first time. He had used his fingers first.

Finding the little puddle of lube I had applied earlier, I used my forefinger to spread it, coating my finger and circling the ring of his tight hole. Out of curiosity, I pressed into it slightly. Not enough to breach, but enough to offer a little pressure.

Dimitri's back stiffened, making me pull away quickly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just…" he drifted a little as if he wasn't quite sure what to say. After a moment or two of tense silence, he shivered and shook off whatever was on his mind. "Nevermind."

Part of me wanted to question him further, but the other part of me knew that he'd tell me if he changed his mind.

I returned to what I was doing, this time inserting my finger slowly to the first knuckle. Dimitri bucked a little, trying to shift away, but I remembered doing the same the first time I felt that discomfort. I let my free hand wander some, kneading and massaging his muscles to distract him as I pushed a little further.

This time he didn't shift away but pressed back against me with a groan and some mumbled curses. They sounded dangerously close to the things he'd whisper when he sank himself into me each night.

Oh, this was gonna be good.

I began to move in and out of him, twisting my finger to stretch him and loving the way he became a little more engrossed with each pass. Before long, I was able to add a second finger in as well. Then a third. He arched back at the increased sensation but otherwise kept to the little murmurs of words that I either couldn't hear or couldn't understand.

When he finally seemed accustomed to it all, I was ready to present his final challenge. I slipped my fingers out and wiped them on a nearby rag, not missing the wordless sound of protest he made at the sudden emptiness. I wasn't even sure he knew the noise had come from him.

His head hung between his shoulders, which rose and fell with the deep, heavy breaths of a man trying to maintain control. I'd break that control, though. I wanted that same power I had felt earlier. I wanted him like putty in my hands and at my mercy as I doled out his pleasure.

I lined up the dildo, checking to make sure it was still lubed properly and taking a moment to appreciate how Dimitri's ass wasn't quite as tight as it was a few minutes ago. It was relaxed. He was relaxed.

'You did that,' came an oddly self-satisfied voice inside that I didn't recognize.

The initial push, the one that broke through the first tight ring, made him hiss. I knew it burned. It didn't matter how many times I took Dimitri's cock; that first stinging sensation never entirely went away. I grew to love it over time, but it was an acquired taste, so to speak.

I took it slow, letting Dimitri acclimate to every last inch before pushing further inside him. It wasn't a large dildo, certainly not as big as his own personal equipment, but it would still be a new sensation, and I didn't want to hurt him. The whole point of this was pleasure. His pleasure. I wouldn't do anything to compromise that.

Dimitri moaned as I seated the toy in him, not completely, but enough to satisfy him without discomfort. The sound was identical to the one he made each time our roles were reversed. Instead of the tight heat he claimed to love so much, I knew he was feeling the fullness that made me weak in the knees and begging for more. I almost envied him.

I knew I'd never get to feel exactly what he felt in this position, at least not physically. A length of silicone inside him did nothing to taunt or tease me. It did allow me to take the whole scene in and focus on every little detail about him, though.

From the way he fisted the sheets, to the struggle of every shaky breath, even down to the tiny beads of sweat gathering at his temples. All of it was enthralling. And all of it was my doing.

"Do you feel that, Dimitri? That fullness?" I had no clue where my words were coming from. It was usually Dimitri who whispered naughty things in my ear as I tried to hold it together. It seemed like we were going to swap several positions tonight. "That pressure? Amazing, isn't it? Doesn't it feel so good?"

Dimitri didn't answer, but I could see the barely perceptible nod. Once again, I doubted he was even aware of his actions.

My hands wandered across the expanse of his back, watching as the occasional muscle flexed or spasmed under my touch. When one reached his shoulder, his own hand quickly grasped it. He immediately collapsed from his palms to his elbows as his trembling body couldn't steady his own weight in a single arm. His eyes met mine in a determined yet slightly glazed stare.

His eyes said what his mouth could not: "fuck me."

I smirked, all too happy to give him what he wanted.

I pulled back slowly, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head until only the tip of the strap-on remained. Then I pressed in again, just as slow. It seemed someone was getting bold and impatient, though, as Dimitri pushed back against my gentle assault.

"More? Harder? Faster?" I offered him all the things I usually craved.

His reply was a breathy hiss.

"Yesss."

I gave him what he asked for, gradually increasing my speed with each pass and pressing further and further until my hips could rest against his body.

He moaned, long and low, caught up in the new sensations. The sound hitched a little every time the fake cock found its home inside him, faster and faster with every thrust, and I grew to love the sound.

Even though my only physical stimuli was the feeling of my hands over his skin, I found myself getting turned on. I'd be soaked after this and desperate for a release. My goal was to leave Dimitri boneless after all was said and done here. I wanted him far too drunk off this fuck to turn his cock on me. I might be willing to put on a little show for him afterwards, though.

I was thrusting in earnest now, listening as little punctuations of "yes," "fuck," and "oh god," scattered across his groaning. His knuckles were practically white where he grasped at the sheets. Peeking through his hair, I could see his eyes screwed tightly shut and that handsome mouth open and panting.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Dimitri nodded eagerly, no longer worrying about propriety or socially-defined masculinity. He was lost in this, and neither of us cared about pre-prescribed gender roles. Not that we had before, but this was so far beyond what I had ever envisioned for us, even I had to be a little surprised.

It didn't matter which role we played. I was his, and he was mine. That was all we needed to know.

I shifted slightly, changing the angle of where I was fucking him. I wasn't expecting much of a reaction, so when his body bowed with a cry of "Roza! Fuck! Yes!" it took me by surprise.
God, he was beautiful. I'd always known that, but something about seeing him like this, totally unabashed, made me want to stay like this forever.

I leaned forward, doing my best to keep the same angle as before while I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled. His gasp gave me a perfect chance to kiss him deeply, violating his lips the same way I was violating his ass. He didn't fight back, just whimpered as I asserted another bit of control over him.

I broke our kiss, staying close enough to bite his lip a little as I praised him the exact same way he had praised me so many times before.

"You take cock so well, Dimitri," I whispered into his ear.

He shuddered, either at my words or at the surprising and possessive growl that accompanied it. I didn't know I could make that sound, but it seemed to affect him the same way Dimitri's lust-born rumbles thrilled me.

He had to be close. I was close, and I wasn't even being touched. Dimitri was right when he once told me that he could get off just on my sex-fueled cries. I hadn't believed it was possible, but he was about to prove me wrong.

I wanted him to come first, though.

With my body still folded against his, I snaked a hand over his side, down his abs, around his hard cock. He gave another little cry, something in Russian and spoken too fast for me to even try and remember it. It was always a good sign when Dimitri defaulted to his native tongue, and I smiled against his skin in victory.

I was right. Dimitri was close to coming. It only took a few strokes for his body to seize as he shot his load across the bed beneath us. I couldn't feel it, but I could see his entire body clench. I knew for a fact that the toy in his ass would feel so much bigger for a moment or two before he could relax again.

As he came down from his high, I felt the fading sparks dissipate through me as well. I hadn't orgasmed in the soul-shattering way that Dimitri always wretched from me during sex, but the pleasant sensation was enough to satisfy my craving for more.

Dimitri was still panting, hovering over the mess he made when I pulled out. I snagged the towel I had used before to give the dildo a quick wipe before hopping off the bed and to the connected bathroom. The way that the unnatural strap-on bounced as I walked made me giggle, but not as much as seeing Dimitri groan and collapse onto his side.

He looked exhausted. I didn't blame him.

I tossed the harness and everything into the tub before washing my hands. I'd deal with that later. I had a thoroughly fucked boyfriend to take care of.

I wet a small cloth and then filled the cup by the sink, bringing both to him as he still struggled to breathe normally. Dimitri was usually one to help put me back together again, ensuring I was cleaned up and hydrated. It almost felt like an honor to do that for him now. After he cleaned himself off and while he downed the water, I put the messy blanket and other items into the laundry hamper. Thankfully, we didn't need to change out the sheets. With how tired I was, I don't think I could have managed it.

I took the cup from Dimitri, filling it one last time for him before crawling into bed and rubbing his back and shoulders to help him relax again. His breathing finally evened out, and we flipped back to our usual positions, my head on his chest with his arm wrapped tightly around me to keep me flush to his body.

For a while, we were silent, just trading smiles here and there. It wasn't long before my smart mouth made its appearance, though.

"So…do you regret turning down those offers way back when?"

Dimitri shook with laughter and tilted my chin up so he could reach my lips. "No, but I definitely have a better appreciation for what I put you through every night."

I wasn't subjected to anal day after day, but there was rarely a night that didn't end with his cock deep inside me somewhere.

I smiled up at him. "Then you also know how much I love it."

"I do," he said, admitting to enjoying what just happened while not outright saying it. "And I think you had a bit of fun tonight, too."

I didn't confirm or deny, though I'm sure the answer was clear on my face. I'm not sure if it would ever happen again, but I'd never forget the way it felt to have Dimitri entirely at my mercy and begging for more.

We fell into silence again, drifting towards sleep after such a tiring evening. Thank god we had tomorrow off. I think Dimitri and I both would be sleeping in a little.

It couldn't have been five minutes later that Dimitri shifted, letting out a small groan as he did so.

"You okay?" I asked, worried for a moment that I might have hurt him somehow.

"Yeah," he said with a little nod. I thought that was the end of it until he glanced down at me with a raised brow. "Are you always this sore after?"

I burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, Comrade. You'll get used to it."

Author's Note

This one-shot story is definitely different from my typical fare, but it was fun stepping out of my usual comfort zone. I hope you enjoyed it, too. Thanks for reading!