The next morning, Doug awoke early to carry on with the surveillance. He turned his head and saw Kirill sleeping soundly by his side. Kirill was lying on his back, his hands upon the pillow, with a streak of saliva in the corner of his open mouth. Doug let out a muted chuckle and got out of the bed gingerly. He planned to take a quick shower and get ready for work.
Half asleep, Kirill sensed that Doug left the bed and finally woke up when he disappeared into the bathroom. Staying in bed, he turned where Doug lay and cuddled his partner's pillow, smelling Doug's scent. He recalled their lovemaking last night, blushing and smiling contentedly. He had assumed that his sex with Doug would be very pleasant, but did not expect it to be so heavenly delightful. Getting intimate with Doug surpassed his imagination, so now Kirill wanted the bond between them to carry on.
Kirill's thoughts were interrupted by Doug's emerging from the bathroom. He was fully dressed, except for his jacket, and patting his wet hair with a towel. Doug took the binoculars and began watching the street.
- Neh, Doug, what are we going to have for breakfast? - Kirill asked while staying in bed.
- I can go get some burgers and coffee. - Doug said casually, looking out of the window through the binoculars.
- Ah, I can't stand to wake up so early! - Kirill whined, stretching and yawning.
He watched his partner for a while and then got up. He was naked and collected his clothes to go to the bathroom. Doug glanced at Kirill out of the corner of his eye, smiling wryly. He saw Kirill naked on the day they met, but now the nudity of his partner reminded him of what had happened last night. Doug looked away deliberately to keep his thoughts under control.
Kirill felt embarrassed to be naked in daylight in front of Doug, but there was something exciting about it for him. Kirill looked at Doug coyly and walked to the bathroom. It took him a fair bit of time to bathe and do his hair. He returned, dressed as usual.
- Shall I go get some snacks, Doug? - Kirill asked his partner, who was sitting on the couch with the binoculars in one hand and a newspaper in the other.
- That would be great, thanks. - Doug looked at him with a kind smile.
Kirill already knew Doug's favourite snacks and returned with a couple of anpans, burgers, and black coffee.
- Thank you, constable Vrubel. - Doug sat at the Japanese style table, and Kirill joined him.
- Did you notice any suspects?
- No, not yet. We have to be patient, - Doug said, not looking at Kirill.
Throughout the day, Kirill kept waiting for Doug to bring up what had happened between them last night. He made eyes at Doug, but his partner seemed to be completely oblivious. They monitored the street in turns, filled in the paperwork, and chatted about Esperanza and Anthem. Kirill began to feel disturbed by the thought that his sex with Doug was just a one-night stand. He was clueless about what Doug thought about him and the two of them sleeping together, and his anxiety grew with each passing hour. By the end of the day, he felt frustrated.
Doug looked nonchalant and relaxed on the surface but kept an eye on Kirill all day with a poker face. He noticed everything about Kirill, from his suggestive glancing and blushing to his appearance and mood. After all, Doug was a detective and had good observation skills. Kirill was especially like an open book for him. Nonetheless, Doug was not the kind of person to play around instead of performing his responsibilities. He had always made the duty of his service in the police a top priority, with everything else being of secondary importance. Even though he had superb sex with Kirill last night, he had perfect self-command of his emotions in the line of duty.
By the evening, Doug noticed that his partner had become pouty and sulky. He did not have to be as perceptive as he was to understand why Kirill was pursing his lips. Doug did not want Kirill to feel that he was used and then ditched. He figured that treating his partner to something tasty would appease him a bit, so he ordered a pizza and a bottle of wine for the evening snack. Now Kirill was nibbling the pizza, sitting next to Doug, his eyes downcast. Doug poured some wine for his partner and himself.
- What's wrong? - Doug asked kindly, being fully aware of the reason.
- Don't you want to tell me something? - Kirill said touchily. He was getting drunk and losing his inhibitions.
- What? - Doug deadpanned, willing to tease his partner a bit.
- I mean what happened between us last night! - Kirill said outright, blushing deeply.
- We should get married! - Kirill said sternly, slamming his fist on the table.
Doug was stunned for an instant. He was aware that while drunk, Kirill blurted out everything that bothered him, but that was unexpected. Kirill moved closer to Doug, looking into his face.
- Will you marry me, Doug? - Kirill's glassy-eyed face was now pleading. Doug was amused and touched at the same time. He could not help but play a prank on Kirill.
- Sure, - he made a serious face.
Kirill lowered his eyes with a blushing smile and cuddled up to Doug's shoulder, encircling his arm with his hands. Doug snickered, looking away. A few moments later Kirill dozed off. Doug lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bed. He left Kirill dressed, only having taken his boots and jacket off, and lay down beside him. Midnight was nearing, and soon Doug was asleep.
The next morning Kirill woke up late and saw Doug watching the street while sipping black coffee.
- Good morning, - Doug greeted first.
- Good morning, - Kirill muttered, remembering that he had been drunk last night.
- It's nearly lunchtime, what about some burgers? - Doug himself felt a little hungry, as he had not eaten anything since that morning.
- Uh-huh, thanks, just a second! - Kirill popped into the bathroom to put himself in order and arrange his dishevelled hair.
Kirill was not long in coming and sat down next to Doug, who was waiting for him at the table. He vaguely remembered that last night he had had a conversation with Doug, and that conversation had been heart-warming. Suddenly, he recalled that he had asked Doug to marry him and apparently received a positive response. Kirill smiled at the thought bashfully. Now he assured himself that at that stage it was up to him to make the first move in situations involving his sex with Doug.
- Neh, Doug, can we do it tonight?... You know what I mean... - Kirill said, looking at Doug from under his bangs and fumbling with the hem of his top.
- We can, - Doug looked at Kirill with a seductive glint in his eyes. Since Kirill offered himself, he had no reason to refuse this request from his partner.
- I'll make some green tea! - Blushing deeply, Kirill was clearly flustered and rushed to the kitchenette that was in their suite.
Kirill beamed with joy, cupping his blushing cheeks with his palms. He was a little embarrassed to show up like this in front of Doug. Having cooled off a little, Kirill returned to the room and saw Doug doing his job. He realised that Doug was working for both of them, and awkwardly offered his partner to take over the observation. Kirill looked forward to the end of the day. He tried his best while doing his job, but could not refrain from thinking about the upcoming sex with Doug. He felt some kind of a sweet embarrassment near Doug, glancing at him furtively from time to time. Kirill's elated mood was not lost on Doug, who noticed that his partner had brightened up quite a bit.
At last, the working day was long over, but Doug was still busy reading his documents. It was already dark outside, and Kirill thought it was time to finish the work. He walked over to Doug and stood with his hand on his waist.
- It's already quite late, I see nothing outside. I'll go take a bath, - Kirill gave Doug a coy look and headed to the bathroom.
The room was dimly lit by one of the side lamps. Doug put the work files aside and looked for the lubricant and wipes. He tucked them in the corner of the bed and began reading one of the newspapers, waiting for his partner. Meanwhile, Kirill lay in the bathtub with a blissful smile, thinking of Doug and anticipating what was going to happen between them. After a while, he finished, preened himself a bit in front of the mirror, and walked to the room, wearing a bathrobe. Doug saw Kirill approach him and stood up. As they got close to each other, Kirill put his hand on Doug's chest and looked into his eyes.
- I'll take a quick shower too, - Doug gave Kirill a gentle hug and pecked a light kiss on his lips.
Left alone, Kirill sat on the bed. He could not wait for Doug to return. Fortunately, his partner was not long in coming and appeared naked with a towel wrapped around his hips. Kirill's eyes widened for a second, and his heart started skipping a bit. Doug sat down on the bed beside Kirill, having tossed his towel aside. Kirill did the same with his bathrobe and put his arms around Doug's neck, who in turn encircled Kirill with his arms. They gazed at each other for a moment and started a slow, tender kiss with their eyes shut, stroking each other.
Kirill was thrilled with delight at the realisation that Doug was again so close to him, belonging to him right now. He could touch Doug's smooth skin, hiding strong muscles underneath it, feel the taste of his warm, soft lips and tongue, and exchange hot breath with him. In turn, Doug wondered at his own tenderness. He stroked Kirill gently, enjoying his partner's sensitive skin. Although Kirill's body was delicate, Doug felt firm male muscles under his fingers. He slipped his hand in the longer hair on the left side of Kirill's head, running his fingers through it, and then cupped the back of Kirill's head, stroking his nape. Kirill mewled with pleasure, leaning in the hand, while Doug's other hand was supporting his back.
Continuing to caress him, Doug lowered Kirill on his back and bent over him. Now Kirill's slender neck was revealed to him, availing the opportunity to explore it. Doug licked under Kirill's jawline, eliciting pleasured noises from his partner, and then traced the shell of Kirill's ear with his tongue. Kirill squeaked in delight when Doug licked and lightly nipped his ears. Doug trailed kisses down Kirill's neck to his chest and licked his perked-up nipples, continuing to caress Kirill's belly and thighs. When Doug began licking Kirill's navel and palming his erection, Kirill gasped and moaned sweetly. He trembled at the sensations of Doug fondling him there. He fidgeted and twitched slightly, longing for more, for connecting with Doug.
- Doug! - he whined pleadingly, making grinding moves with his hips. His groin felt hot and desperate for more contact.
Doug chuckled softly at the view of Kirill, who helplessly needed to be filled up. He spread Kirill's already open thighs wider and positioned himself between his partner's bent legs, leaning over him. Doug fondled the outer and inner sides of Kirill's thighs and between them with one hand, while his eyes were fixed on Kirill's face to see his expressions. Viewing Kirill's face in a state of sexual desire was new and exciting for Doug.
He reached for the lubricant, squeezed a bit out on his fingers, and put one finger into Kirill's anus. Kirill took a few deep breaths, trying to relax, while Doug was fingering him. Doug wanted Kirill badly, but at that moment, preparing his partner for the intercourse was his top priority. Doug spread his fingers inside Kirill and rubbed at the sensitive spot, making his partner moan. He removed his hand after making sure that Kirill's hole was well stretched and relaxed.
He leaned closer to Kirill's face, asking for permission. Having received it, Doug added more lubricant on his partner's anus and smoothly entered all the way into Kirill. The feeling of a slick, moist, and tight heat inside Kirill was incredible, and Doug stared at him in admiration for a few moments. Kirill was pinned with his penis like a butterfly, with his spread legs trembling just like a butterfly's wings. Kirill's face reflected the spasm he was going through in his bottom, and Doug peppered soothing kisses on his face, stroking his hips at the same time. Kirill grasped at Doug's arms, leaving red marks, and in a few moments, his face cleared up.
Being inside Kirill, Doug felt as if his partner was tailored to accommodate him. He already got to know that his penis fit Kirill's hole just as a right key fits a keyhole. Doug began moving inside Kirill at a slow, steady pace. Kirill was enjoying their union just as much, moaning periodically and calling Doug's name at times. Both of them desired this sweet joint motion to carry on and on, and the pace was gradually growing.
Staring at Kirill with his eyes half-lidded, Doug steadily thrust into him. He enjoyed the sight of his partner's body complying with his own and the messed-up look of Kirill, whose hair was now tousled, face flushed, eyes shut, and mouth open. Kirill was not able to utter a word and gasped and moaned, his breathing being quick and audible. At some point, Doug's eyes also closed, completely immersing him in the sensations of Kirill's body and the sounds of their union. He clasped his hands on Kirill's hips, thrusting deeply and groaning in pleasure now and then.
Kirill felt like losing his touch with this world and dissolving into Doug. In this position, Doug's penis was hitting his sweet spot at a different angle, bringing him into a state of frenzied pleasure. Kirill's penis rubbed against Doug and his own belly, enhancing the sensations. Doug felt that Kirill was approaching his climax and redoubled his effort, pounding fast and hard into him. The skin of both partners was covered with streaks of sweat.
A few moments of ardent vibrations were followed by their orgasm. Doug arched, releasing into Kirill with a low groan, and then slumped on his partner's chest, panting. The burst of Doug's hot fluid in Kirill sent him flying in bliss. He ejaculated with a high-pitched moan, his legs and toes trembling up in the air.
The partners lay still for a few moments, catching their breath. Doug first came to his senses and raised himself a bit above Kirill, watching his face. Kirill's skin was glowing, and a blissful smile lit his face. Doug feasted his eyes on Kirill in a state of overwhelming pleasure. Having his partner satisfied felt exceptionally gratifying for him. After a while, Kirill opened his eyes and saw Doug's face near his.
Doug gently wiped the saliva from Kirill's mouth with his fingers and leaned for a kiss. Kirill palmed Doug's cheek, lightly circling on it with his thumb. A few minutes later, they looked into each other's eyes, smiling affectionately. Doug pulled out of Kirill, wiped their private parts, and lay down next to his partner. Kirill cuddled up to him, putting a hand on his chest.
"Doug and me are truly Double-deckers", - Kirill thought, falling asleep.