(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Brent didn’t think that they would actually get a bath. He thought that they might get a shower, or do it in the bathroom. He forgot that Sergei was a bit on the literal side, so while the man was stripping him entirely, the tub was filling up with steaming, warm water.

“Do you want bubble bath?” Sergei asked, lowering his head to press a trail of kisses against Brent’s collarbones. Brent groaned.

“No? That’ll just get inside of me and wash out your cum.” Brent murmured. Sergei nipped at Brent’s skin and let out a low, pleased sound.

“You’re right. I didn’t consider that.” Sergei said. He continued kissing a path across Brent’s shoulders, halting at the edge of where Brent’s scar was and then turning downwards. His lips found Brent’s nipple, his tongue piercing rubbing against it and making Brent’s body arch towards him. Brent shuddered, huffing as his head tilted back. Pleasure coursed through him, his toes curling.

At the very least he didn’t have to worry about supporting himself, Sergei would make sure that he had that. God, he was too damn good with that damn tongue piercing that it made Brent jealous and pleased at the same time. He really just needed to feel connected to the man to chase away this jealousy and doubt.

He didn’t doubt that Sergei was his. The man had said so. He’d even begged. He just…he was anxious that someone else better could come and take him away. An S Class. That was the only group that would be better than Brent.

Brent was fairly certain that S Class Guides didn’t go to the gathering or meeting or whatever they called it without a partner, but that didn’t mean that Brent was fully confident in himself. He wasn’t at his best right now, and he knew that. He wasn’t as chiseled as he liked to be, he wasn’t as flexible as he could be. He was a little softer in places he didn’t like to be.

Damn it, the man was licking his nipple, why the fuck was he getting distracted?

“Brent? Are you alright?” Sergei asked, his tongue still pressed against Brent’s nipple so his speech was a little off. Brent sighed, turning his head down so that he could meet those silvery-bright eyes.

“I’m fine. Just…worried that you’re going to find me less attractive.” Brent muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment as the words left his mouth. Sergei’s expression went blank. He blinked a few times and Brent watched in wonder as the colour of his eyes fluctuated, shifting. It was like there was a storm happening inside of them.

He didn’t give Brent any warning as his mouth clamped down on Brent’s nipple and bit. Hard. Brent let out a yelp, not expecting that from Sergei of all people as the man growled and pulled back.

Brent’s nipple throbbed. He hadn’t bitten hard enough to break skin but it was going to leave a mark for a long, long time. Brent shivered.

“All of you is attractive.” Sergei told him, his eyes serious. “All of you. I would never not find you attractive. You could be 100 pounds heavier and I would still want to gobble you up.” Sergei told him seriously and Brent blinked.

“You don’t mean that, do you?” Brent asked and Sergei snarled at him. Sergei! Soft, sweet, kind Sergei was angry at him.

“I mean every word I say when it comes to you. I like you, Brent.” Sergei growled. “Whatever package you come in, I will like. I don’t care about the hang-ups you might have about your body as long as you are healthy and safe. As long as you desire me the same, I don’t care.” Brent stared at the angry, glowing Esper and felt how his nipple was pulsing with each heartbeat and let out a soft laugh. Not at Sergei, but the situation.

“Is the tub going to overflow?” Brent asked and Sergei twitched. The water turned off and Brent’s smile grew. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that my words would set you off like this. I was just…worried. I didn’t think you liked soft Guides. Not that I am, but I was restricted to my rooms for a while and lost some of my muscle mass.” Brent gave a bitter laugh. “Now that we’ve had a taste of each other and satiated some of our desires, I guess my own anxieties are coming in.” Brent admitted.

Sergei’s harsh expression softened and he sighed. He leaned in as if unable to help himself from kissing Brent’s skin. Brent shuddered at the feel of his lips against his skin. He felt hyperaware of each touch and of the way his lips felt warm and soft against his skin.

“Was my reaction enough to soothe your worries?” Sergei asked. “I’d like to apologise for my outburst, but I’m not sorry. Ridiculous. As if I of all people would dislike someone with more weight on them. Foolish. It just means you’ll survive longer.” Sergei grumbled before switching to his own language. Brent wasn’t sure what he was saying, but he could tell he was speaking poorly or complaining about Brent.

Brent laughed, sliding his hand up Sergei’s body to sink it into his hair and yank his head back. Sergei was pouting and damn it, that melted Brent’s heart.

“You better stop complaining about me or I’m going to make you go three rounds in a row.” Brent warned. Sergei narrowed his eyes.

“That’s not a threat, zaichonok.” Sergei muttered and Brent’s smile softened. He was just so taken with this man who tried desperately to thread the needle between his S Class traits and being a good partner. He was so sweet and Brent wanted to swallow him up.

“Uh oh. That sounds like four times.” Brent said and Sergei narrowed his gaze.

“For you, or for me?” Sergei asked and Brent licked his lips.

“If we’re talking about me, Sergei, that’s probably…eight times? I know I can double you, easy.” Brent said, confident. Sergei stared at Brent for a long, calculating moment before he chuckled.

“Okay. So you want to cum eight times and probably from my dick. I can work with that.” Sergei said. His gaze slid from Brent’s shoulders and down. Slipping further and further until he was staring at Brent’s lower stomach, just above his dick. Brent sucked in at the intense way he was staring. “I can’t damage your internal organs, can I?” Sergei asked.

“I don’t think so.” Brent answered quickly, and Sergei narrowed his gaze.

“I’m being serious, Brent. I don’t know if my piercings could hurt you.” Sergei told him and Brent sighed.

“After you cum once and there is enough lube, I’ll be fine. You have balls on your piercings and we just have to make sure they’re tight. I’ll be fine.” Brent told him and it finally seemed like Sergei believed him.

“Would you allow me to wash you first? I want to make sure that I take care of you first.” Sergei said, then hesitated. “I actually always want to take care of you first, but I know you are slow to let others take care of you.” Brent heard Sergei, felt how the man was already caring for him, and hesitated.

“Are you okay with that?” Brent felt like a damn wuss for even asking that. Sergei, however, didn’t seem to mind. He smiled warmly at Brent.

“Why would I mind? I’m the one who asked.” Sergei said. “As long as you are okay with it.” Brent found himself nodding to the man, giving him permission and Sergei glowed. “Thank you, Brent. I will not forget that you gave me this. Now come. I need to wash you thoroughly.”

~

Washing thoroughly apparently meant fully submerging Brent in the water and letting his body grow loose and warm while Sergei put on scrubbing gloves and rubbed him all over. Each crevice was explored and cleaned, all while Sergei kissed and licked at Brent’s lips.

It was divine.

Brent had never felt so spoiled. Sergei wasn’t scrubbing hard, either. It was just a simple clean, but the care and consideration that Sergei was putting into it was enough to make Brent ready to give the man anything. Hell, if Sergei said he wanted to try for a child, even if it was impossible for them, Brent would let him.

If Sergei asked him if he wanted to move in with him, Brent would say yes. Sergei could ask Brent anything right now and Brent would willingly give it to him. It was a miracle that Sergei didn’t realise the hold that he had on Brent.

“Does this feel good?” Sergei asked against Brent’s lips and Brent wanted to scoff. Did it feel good? Did the man have eyes? Could he not see the effect he was having on Brent’s body? The way he was lax, pliant, and willing to do anything the man wanted? He’d taken the tense, worried Brent and made him into a doll that he could move as he willed.

“Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m as hard as a rock and soft all over? Of course this is good.” Brent grumbled. Sergei smiled, leaning down and giving Brent another open mouth kiss that was a slow seduction. Soft lips, not too forceful, just exploring Brent’s mouth for the sake of it.

Brent was putty in the man’s capable hands.

It should have come as a shock when Sergei’s fingers, sans the glove, slid in between Brent’s legs and towards his ass. Brent didn’t even care. He sighed blissfully as they began to probe his ass. He was so relaxed they slid in with ease and that was the first sign of a crack in Sergei’s calm and collected demeanour.

The man hadn’t expected that Brent would be so willing. He was forgetting who Brent was for a moment, and that he was always willing.

“Fuck.” It was a soft explosion against Brent’s lips. Brent took it, smiling up at the man whose face had flushed once more. “Why are you so ready?” Sergei asked, his face concentrated on not hurting Brent and Brent laughed.

“Because you’re the one touching me.” Brent told him, meaning it. “Come on. Come into the water so you can fuck me properly. Or do you want me to beg, Sergei?” Brent asked. He would if that was what he wanted, but from the wild look in Sergei’s eyes, that wasn’t it.

“I’m trying to be-you drive me insane.” Sergei muttered and Brent kind of liked this side of Sergei. He was always so put together, so composed. Brent was sure that he was one of the few that saw him come undone like this, but this was also the first time he’d seen him this raw. Being around other S Classes must have kept him on edge in a different way.

Brent didn’t hate it.

“Then drive me insane in return. Come on. Are you going to keep my ass waiting?” Brent licked his lips. “I ached for you all day.” He whispered. Sergei groaned, dropping his lips to Brents and kissing him slowly, deeply. Brent greedily took it.

“I have no control when it comes to you.” Sergei ground. “Prepare yourself. I…I think I might be a little rougher than normal.” Sergei warned. That sounded like a blessing to Brent.

“Perfect. I like it when you use me.”