pasha and tyoma get to third base

[09:15 PM] Artyom Alexovich is taking a shower! Or, well, he was. He's just turned it off a moment ago, but hasn't gotten out yet, just taking a moment to stand in the shower, eyes closed, and breathe, relaxed. God, it's nice to be able to be clean...
[09:18 PM] Pavel Morozov is feeling kind of drained to be honest! He had a hard couple of games of mafia, without his Artyom, with assholes to the left and dicks to the right, and he could really use... mmm...

Well, maybe not a drink quite yet. A shower, though, a shower sounds nice, and he heads over to the bathroom, opening the door all unthinking and walking straight in on the tail end of a yawn. Ah, someone else must have had one recently, the bathroom is still a little misty...
[09:20 PM] Artyom Alexovich didn't hear the door open, nor the sound of someone yawning, because with the way he's oriented, it's his bad ear that's facing toward the door.

So, he certainly doesn't expect anyone to be there when he abruptly turns and innocently pulls back the shower curtain, only to be met with none other than Pavel! Artyom promptly freezes solid, a hand still on the curtain, his skinny frame dripping wet, and accidentally giving his boyfriend a full frontal.

"U-Uh..!"
[09:28 PM] Pavel Morozov blinks, and-- and--

Oh. Oh, he-- he-- well, the last time he saw Artyom naked, he'd realized he had it bad for his friend, but now he already knows that, already knows that he wants Artyom close and pressed against him, feels it absolutely physically, in his bones, in his blood, in his heart, and seeing Artyom dripping and naked just makes him [b]yearn[/b], makes him want to touch him right now, kiss his sweet mouth and his beautiful skin and every scar and mole and mark on it, pick out the holes he's left in Artyom himself and kiss them to earn forgiveness...

"I, I, I didn't, uh, know," he stumbles, and then licks his lips, and-- sorry, Artyom, he desperately wants to look at you.
[09:33 PM] Artyom Alexovich , unfortunately, doesn't really want to be looked at!... Well, sort of. His shyness and modesty are overwhelming, making his cheeks burn red and hot, making Artyom yelp and quickly yank the curtain to shield his naked body from view, despite the fact that, maybe, just maybe, in a way, he's not... actually opposed to being looked at by Pavel? There's a certain thrill to it, even he has to admit, and it's more than just embarrassment that brings the heat and pink to his face, and the way Pavel looks at him, that yearning in his eyes... it makes Artyom's heart beat faster.

But still, he hides himself behind the curtain, peeking around it sheepishly, making a soft noise of embarrassment.
[09:39 PM] Pavel Morozov swallows thickly, and says, "I-- uh-- room--" and excuses himself from the bathroom, not because he doesn't want to look at Artyom but because he doesn't want Artyom to be embarrassed-- he wants Artyom to want him back, not pull away and look shy and uncertain...
[09:44 PM] Artyom Alexovich lets Pavel leave, and let's hope he thought to close the door behind him. After a few moments, Artyom finally warily steps out from behind the curtain, and onto the bathmat, taking up his towel to finally dry himself off, and then redress in his clothes... The new shirt he's wearing today being a v-neck in some obnoxiously loud and colorful pattern that Pavel picked out. Artyom thinks it's painful and ugly, but hey... if it'd make Pavel happy to see him wearing it...

Speaking of... Now decent, even if his skin and hair are still slightly residually damp, Artyom returns to the room he and Pavel now share. He hesitates before setting his hand on the doorknob, turning it and cracking the door open enough to poke his head into the room...
[09:47 PM] Pavel Morozov is absolutely jerkin' it right now, Artyom. Sorry that you get to see Pavel sprawled on the bed with a hand around his dick and the back of his other hand pressed to his mouth, pants and underwear pushed down just enough to let him at his boner and loud neon gun-bedecked hoodie rucking and riding up over his rounded, fuzzy belly!
[09:50 PM] Artyom Alexovich's eyes go wide because-... Okay, no, actually, he was kinda expecting this, actually... maybe even hoping for it? And he didn't even realize until just now, when he noticed how little surprise he has. But it's still a somewhat startling sight, and Artyom's first instinct is to quickly back out and shut the door behind him and go be embarrassed somewhere!...

But Artyom fights that first instinct. And instead, after several moments of hesitation, he... actually pushes his way in through the door, quietly shutting it behind him. His face is horridly red, and his heart is beating hard enough to almost be painful, his stomach flip-flopping, and other weird feelings happening low in his gut...

Softly, Artyom clears his throat, in case Pavel hasn't noticed him yet, and though Artyom'd head is dipped low, he's still... got his eyes on the other man, looking at him through his eyelashes and looking rather bashful at openly staring at the other man touching himself.
[09:56 PM] Pavel Morozov had not noticed Artyom, his eyes squeezed shut and pulse pounding in his own head, until he hears Artyom clear his throat-- he starts, hand going still, and looks over at Artyom, with a breath of time between incomprehension and embarassment-- "Ah-- Tyoma," he says, and, uh, takes his hand off his cock while Artyom is looking at him-- like-- like that-- "S-sorry for walking in on you--" he mumbles, and waves his hand, "there was, uh-- blin-- game, yeah? I was--" He was meaning to get a shower, not a boner.
[10:00 PM] Artyom Alexovich gives Pavel a small, shy smile at that stammering and rambling. It's okay, Pavel. It's too late now, anyways- he's already given you a boner, as he can see. And he's... he's feeling a little brave, today. Just like he was the other day, when he pushed Pavel's hand up his shirt. After fighting against his own instincts of shyness, it's... actually starting to go away faster than he'd thought, the idea of being embarrassed.

So, still smiling, Artyom steps over to the bed, and then pauses, in order to... to fiddle with the hem of the shirt he's wearing, loud and obnoxious, did Pavel notice? Notice that Artyom was wearing one of the ugly shirts Pavel picked out for him, that he likes? Artyom fidgets a bit more, before he finally... yanks it up, pulling it over his head, and then tossing it aside, leaving Artyom's upper body only covered by a clean, white undershirt.
[10:07 PM] Pavel Morozov is all but transfixed, making little noises-- yeah, he did notice that Artyom's wearing something in Pavel's tastes, he-- he likes it-- but not as much as he likes Artyom in his undershirt, whimpering softly and biting his lower lip, blue eyes wide and drinking Artyom in like he's an oasis of beauty. "Artyom," he whispers, and-- and reaches out his hands, to lay them on Artyom's undershirt, tugging him gently, hopefully, closer, though with plenty of give to his grip. Does Artyom want to be with him...?
[10:11 PM] Artyom Alexovich might want to be with him...! Artyom bites his lower lip, but that fails to hide the playful smile on his face, especially as he... as he climbs onto the bed, crawling over Pavel, straddling his legs, knees beside knees and he sits up on his knees, straightened upright. He chews his lip again, his face... awfully red, as he looks down at Pavel, at his face, all flush and warm looking, his eyes all cloudy with desire, his shirt riding up his belly, his now-neglected cock...

Artyom swallows dryly, before he grabs at the bottom hem of his undershirt... and pulls it up over his head, tossing it aside, leaving the boy very, very shirtless.
[10:16 PM] Pavel Morozov CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS HAPPENING, IT MUST BE A DREAM, WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO DESERVE SOMETHING SO GOOD? NOTHING, THAT'S WHAT

but seriously, Pavel's cock may be neglected but it's still fucking hard as a rock, and Pavel is breathless and almost trembling. "Tyoma," he whispers, and slowly puts his hands on Artyom's bared belly, fingers moving to his scars as directly as if they're magnetically attracted, skimming his skin in warm, almost nervous strokes. God, god, he's so good looking, Pavel wants him so much... "H-how-- how much can I touch?" he asks, one thumb rubbing a bullet scar pocked into his skin, the other a bite from some beasty.
[10:24 PM] Artyom Alexovich is still chewing his lip, as Pavel starts to touch... his attention almost reverent on Artyom's body, and he scoots forward, knees beside Pavel's hips as he sits on the man's knees and thighs, letting him touch. He makes a soft noise at the touches, twitching slightly when Pavel's thumb rubs at a bullet scar that's still a bit sensitive.

At the question, though, Artyom pauses, swallowing again. How much would he like Pavel to touch? ...Well. Again, he's surprised at his own answer, when he thinks on it, and he answers Pavel by taking one of the other man's hands in his own, tugging it away from the old bite, and up and up to... press Pavel's palm against one of his nipples instead. He takes in a sharp breath at how warm Pavel's hand is against the sensitive flesh, making him shiver, goosebumps forming on his arms. "N-Nnhh.."
[10:30 PM] Pavel Morozov goes "Ohhhh," and skates his other hand up, too, warm as it slides over Artyom's skin and across his nipple, and he whispers, "oh, good, I know what to do with those," rubbing his palms against them, the slightly calloused skin warm and not entirely dry-- Pavel might have used a little lotion (a luxury!) to smooth his jerking off, and his hands are still a tiny bit slick, just a smidge smoother than dry skin, as he rubs them over Artyom's nipples, then teases them with his fingertips. Mmmmn, god, he hopes Artyom will keep making that amazing noise of pleasure...
[10:34 PM] Artyom Alexovich DOES keep making that amazing noise of pleasure. His entire body shudders as Pavel's other hand moves up to meet his other nip, so unexpectedly slick and smooth from the silky lotion. The teasing of his fignertips really gets the ball moving for Artyom, though, making his back arch, pushing his chest forward, Artyom leaning forward too, planting his hands on the bed as he leans over Pavel. His eyes flutter shut, his lips parting as he moans softly, clearly enjoying the attention very, very much. "Aahhh..."
[10:40 PM] Pavel Morozov's boner is never going to go away, is it? He will be stuck in boner hell with this-- this fucking angel for the rest of his life.

Oh well. He'll survive somehow.

Possibly by-- possibly by curling his hands around Artyom's hips, abandoning rubbing his nipples for a moment in favor of planting his mouth on one, wet and hot and soft-lipped and sucking eagerly, tongue rubbing against the hardened tip. Pavel does appear to know what to do with a nipple, as long as the thing is "lather it in attention"!
[10:49 PM] Artyom Alexovich outright [b]whines[/b] when Pavel, for just a moment, dares to neglect Artyom's poor needy nips, hands moving to his hips instead. But that whining quickly segues into a low groan of pleasure when the hands are replaced by a mouth on one of them. And not just any mouth, but Pavel's. And the fact that it belongs to Pavel does almost as much to Artyom and his body as the actual physicality of it.

Though the rest of it is fucking incredible, too. Pavel's lips are soft and plump, his mouth terribly warm, and- oh, God, the moment Artyom feels that tongue, so warm and wet and wonderful, his entire body shudders and he rewards Pavel with another arch of his back and an even louder, more delighted moan, mouth hanging open. God, and he thought Pavel's mouth through a couple layers of fabric was amazing... this is out and out blowing the poor little Ranger's mind.
[10:52 PM] Pavel Morozov isn't even sucking his dick yet, too! Just his nipple! And what a good nipple it is-- even if it's on a much flatter chest than he's used to, it is definitely the best and most wonderful nipple Pavel has ever slathered in attention, and he wraps an arm around Artyom's waist, keeping the other hand on his hip and keeping himself supported on his elbow. Love you, Artyom, let him keep doing this forever...
[10:57 PM] Artyom Alexovich will GLADLY let Pavel keep doing this forever! Or, just, y'know, as long as he wants. Which could be forever, honestly. Artyom dips his head, to nuzzle against Pavel's peachfuzzy head, nose and lips against his scalp as he breathes and sighs and groans and moans. Shifting his weight onto one of his hands, his other coming up to cup at the back of Pavel's head, tugging, pushing him a bit more firmly against Artyom's chest because [b]God[/b] he fucking loves this.

Pavel might not be the only one with a boner now, a bit of a bulge starting to form in the front of Artyom's jeans. "N-Nhh... Ah!"
[11:02 PM] Pavel Morozov accepts the direction happily, and sucks and licks and teases the edges of this teeth across Artyom's nipple before pulling back just enough to breath a slow, warm breath over the damp tip of it, then blow on it, chilling it before switching sides-- Artyom does have two nipples, after all, and both of them should definitely get attention, perhaps with Pavel squeezing Artyom's hip and cute little butt as he licks it, slowly and with a moan in his throat.
[11:08 PM] Artyom Alexovich shudders and sighs and shivers and groans and moans and makes all sorts of delicious little noises and movements as Pavel has his way with Artyom's nip, and though the teasing of his teeth certainly makes the boy gasp, he seems to get the most continued pleasure from firm licking and sucking at the nip instead.

The sudden hot and cold of Pavel's breath, though, makes Artyom suck in a sharp breath, enough that he makes a funny little almost-squeak, before shuddering. And then, with a squeeze of his ass that makes Artyom jerk, Pavel's at his other nipple, the poor neglected thing, and Artyom's moans are louder than ever from delightful sensitivity as he clutches at Pavel's head, fingers digging into his scalp, nails scraping slightly, and he's outright begun panting against Pavel's peachfuzz. "Ahh!! O-Oh..!!"

There is 100% a boner happening in Artyom's pants now, straining under slim jeans and his underwear.

[12:10 PM] Pavel Morozov WAS SUCKIN' ARTYOM NIPPLES AND STUFF, AND HAD A BONER, AND SO DID ARTYOM, AND IT WAS GREAT-- it was so great. this is great. Pavel's life has somehow become wonderful, and he happily lets Artyom's hand on his head guide him in his sucking and licking, his own hands wandering around the waistband of Artyom's pants, fingers slipping just under the waistband without quite tugging downwards yet. He-- he would like to touch Artyom's dick, see him naked, but he wants to make sure Artyom wants that, too...
[12:14 PM] Artyom Alexovich doesn't seem to mind the exploratory fingers under the waistband of his pants (under which he has on a pair of briefs), at least, either out of not noticing, his attention too taken by that wonderful perfect mouth (warm tongue and soft lips, mmh) on his nip, or... possibly because he genuinely doesn't mind? HMMM.

His dick is achingly hard, though, and unlike Pavel, he hasn't even been touching himself. He whimpers softly, muffled slightly as he nuzzles further against Pavel's shaved head, eyes shut tight and body pressing forward, eager, needy. "N-Nnhh!"
[12:19 PM] Pavel Morozov moans, breathless, against Artyom's saliva-wet nipple, and starts slowly tugging his pants down, fingers warm and slow and breath hot and fast and cock as hard as it's ever been, god, he loves Artyom so much.... and if Artyom doesn't stop him, he'll push his pants down past his hips, and his underwear with it, and run his fingers over Artyom's newly naked butt.
[12:23 PM] Artyom Alexovich is maybe a bit shy and embarrassed at getting his pants tugged down, but he buries that in pressing breathless kisses to Pavel's scalp, making soft noises between them. Though he does give a little startled jerk and a soft noise when he feels Pavel's fingers caressing over his ass, oh, that's a new feeling. A feeling he is not opposed to, not at all. Artyom bites his lower lip, groaning softly as his hips roll involuntarily in need, cock hard and desperate. His rump is nice and cute and petit and soft but won't his boyfriend pay attention to Tyoma's poor boner too?
[12:27 PM] Pavel Morozov would love to pay attention to his boner, and he murmurs, "Tyoma," affectionate and breathless and sweet, against Artyom's chest, then slowly tugs him upwards, hands petting and pulling him closer, kissing down his chest and belly and nuzzling his treasure trail, following it down to his cock and pressing a nearly-shy kiss against the side of it. Hello, Artyom, and hello, cock, he's been thinking about sucking you for at least a week or two now, so he'd better get to it, huh?

If Artyo lets him pull his head back a little, he'll lick the tip of his dick, then slowly wrap his soft, full lips around the hardness of him...
[12:32 PM] Artyom Alexovich will let him, straightening himself up as Pavel pulls him closer, and Artyom helps, scooting himself up until he's pretty much sitting on Pavel's chest, knees under his armpits. His eyes are open now, half lidded as he watches Pavel, so adoring even with the lust obvious in their haze. Artyom bites his lip and strokes Pavel's head, making a soft noise in his throat as he watches his boyfriend kiss at his shaft, and then...

Mnh, and then giving a low, pleased groan, struggling to resist rolling his hips into the wonderful heat of Pavel's tongue, and then failing to resist when it's the warmth and wet of his mouth, Artyom's hips jerking forward slightly. "A-Ah!"
[12:39 PM] Pavel Morozov groans, and-- shit, god, he knew he wanted to do this, and know he REALLY knows he wants to do this, his cock fucking jumped at the feeling of Artyom thrusting into his mouth-- fuck--

He tugs at Artyom's hips, eagerly, and presses his face closer, sucking Artyom's cock into his mouth and groaning enthusiastically, please, Tyoma, please, fuck him, he wants it so much...
[12:44 PM] Artyom Alexovich was going to at least TRY to keep himself under control, as poor as his self-control is, and even if he'd likely have failed... well, it's a moot point now, isn't it? Pavel certainly seems to be VERY into it, and Artyom groans loudly just at the sight of Pavel eagerly taking his cock more and more into his mouth, between those wonderful, plump lips of his, nngh.

With one hand still on Pavel's head, the other takes hold of the headboard of the bed, to ground him as he starts to rut hungrily into Pavel's mouth, panting and moaning openly. Though, he still tries to keep SOME control over himself, not wanting to- to go crazy and choke his boyfriend on his cock (he's not particularly large but hey, an average mouth is only a few inches deep!) or go too fast if he's not ready. But it's hard to resist, and Artyom's hips stutter, the boy grunting and shutting his eyes. "Ngh!"
[12:49 PM] Pavel Morozov was not ready, but he doesn't actually care-- god-- he'd never thought that just having a cock in his mouth would be this good, and he wonders if he just didn't know how fucked up he was, or if it's Artyom, if he'd love anything to do with touching Artyom, if it's that he's just so in love with his boyfriend that he'd happily do anything for him... including, especially including, this, Pavel doing his best to keep up with Artyom's thrusts, letting go of his hips to start stroking his own cock again, moaning and breathing hard through his nose as he tries to lick and suck at the cock in his mouth.
[12:54 PM] Artyom Alexovich is just slightly impeded by Pavel's moving arm around his leg and hip, so- so he pauses his needy movements, to shift about, changing position slightly, mostly in lifting his leg over Pavel's shoulder, straining his pants between his thighs by planting a foot on the mattress near Pavel's head, knee against the headboard, and- and he goes back to fucking Pavel's mouth, neither his hip and leg nor Pavel's jacking-off arm impeded by one another.

And Artyom's definitely losing himself now, his self control clearly terrible, thrusting needily, desperately, into Pavel's mouth, groaning and grunting and resting his arm against the headboard as he grips at it, and his forehead against his arm. "Gnngh!"
[09:47 PM] Pavel Morozov is nearly breathless, panting in desperate gasps around Artyom's cock as his face is enthusiastically fucked, lips wet and tongue trying hopelessly to keep up licking and pressing against the hard, hot dick thrusting along it, the length of it slick with his spit and rocking so easily inside his mouth, and he clings to Artyom's thigh with one hand as he jerks off eagerly with the other, hard as a fucking rock at how fucking good it feels to have Artyom losing control for him,
[09:54 PM] Artyom Alexovich completely loses any semblance of self-control he may have had, gripping the headboard hard, face buried in the crook of his elbow, his other hand scraping his nails against Pavel's scalp as he holds the man's head in place as he wildly, desperately fucks his mouth. Panting and groaning and rutting so eagerly, he hardly seems at all like the same person who was just so shy about even being seen shirtless not too long ago.

But all good things must come to an end. Artyom hardly has any kind of endurance, especially not when he's totally letting himself go. So, soon enough, the thrusts of his hips start to stutter, his breath starts to hitch and pant unevenly, he grips the headboard and Pavel's head more desperately, and then- And then that low voice of his comes out in a loud, strained groan, and his hips thrust forward one more time, and he blows his load right into Pavel's mouth and throat. "Hhnnngh!!"
[10:02 PM] Pavel Morozov does-- uh-- well, it's not the most gentle treatment his throat has ever gotten, though it's also not the harshest, and he chokes a little when Artyom comes straight into his mouth. The main thing is, though, he barely even cares, because the noises Artyom makes, the way his nails scrabble against Pavel's head, the desperate eagerness to fuck Pavel's mouth until he comes away hoarse and panting and absolutely overwhelmed by Artyom's needy touch, all that means he's coming super fucking hard, JESUS. This may be the best orgasm he's ever fucking had at his own hand.
[10:06 PM] Artyom Alexovich is all sorts of shuddery as he pulls out of Pavel's mouth, and... and scoots back, pushing away from the headboard, sitting down on Pavel's stomach. He's panting hard, eyes fluttering slightly as he tries to clear them of the haze of lust, still making a soft moaning noise here or there as he comes down from his orgasm, damp cock starting to soften.

"N-Nnh..." And, of course, he catches sight of Pavel's face, and he just... just smiles, so fondly, wow, what a guy he likes. Artyom affectionately strokes Pavel's head, his cheeks flushing. His entire body was already slightly pink, but his cheeks are properly red.
[10:08 PM] Pavel Morozov hOPES ARTYOM IS READY TO CLEAN HIS PANTS BECAUSE HE JUST SAT DOWN IN PAVEL'S JIZZ. tyoma plz.
[10:09 PM] Artyom Alexovich lmao oops. but his pants are pulled down just past his hips tho so... mighta gotten a lil on his bare bottom there, oops
[10:10 PM] Artyom Alexovich ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ｅｒｏｔｉｃ
[10:11 PM] Pavel Morozov ... smiles back though, breathlessly, then lets his head drop back on the bed, eyes fluttering closed and his tongue licking his lips. "Fuck, that does give your jaw a workout, huh?" he mumbles, voice all coarse and warm, and rubs his jaw with one hand, and-- and Artyom's hip and thigh with the other, right near his cock but not quite touching.
[10:15 PM] Artyom Alexovich chuckles softly, and definitely a bit sheepishly, smiling down apologetically at Pavel. Sorry about that, he... he didn't even know he'd enjoy that so much. Artyom bends, to give Pavel a peck on his cheek, before he rolls off the man to plop down face-up on the bed beside him with a tired "Phew!"

He's still shirtless, and still has his pants and his undies pushed down past his hips, still has his soft, wet dick exposed, and he's a lil bit sweaty, totally ruining his shower from earlier. But damn, does he look pleased.
[10:19 PM] Pavel Morozov makes a soft noise at the peck, and grins at the ceiling, and sends his hand across the barren no-man's-land of bed between them to find Artyom's, to lace their fingers together. "I, uh, I guess I'll just have to, uh--" he mumbles, and then snickers to himself, "Work on exercising my dick-sucking muscles, eh, chuvak? Make sure they get a lot of practice. You can be my spotter, make sure I push myself to get better!"
[10:22 PM] Artyom Alexovich gladly accepts Pavel's hand, helping to lace his slim fingers between Pavel's thicker ones, and holding it tightly. He turns his head over to smile so fondly at Pavel, only to start chuckling at the jokes about training dick-sucking muscles and spotting and God, Pavel, you are ridiculous. Artyom rolls over, until he's up against Pavel's side, almost laying on him. This way, he can curl an arm over Pavel's middle, and hook one of his legs over on of Pavel's, and press affectionate kisses to the corner of his boyfriend's mouth.

Pavel and Artyom officially just got to third base and Artyom is pleased as punch.
[10:23 PM] Pavel Morozov WHO'S JOKING, PRIYATEL?
[10:24 PM] Artyom Alexovich OKAY BUT YOURE SAYING IT IN A JOKING MANNER
[10:24 PM] Artyom Alexovich THAT COUNTS
[10:25 PM] Pavel Morozov is maybe at least 35% serious about suckin' all that dick, and even more serious about making happy noises and curling his free hand over Artyom's and tipping his head to kiss HIS boyfriend right on the mouth. Mwah mwah mwah!
[10:26 PM] Artyom Alexovich makes a pleased noise at the kiss! And, in fact, he tries to take it further, cooing softly as he closes his eyes and parts his lips, pressing his tongue to Pavel's mouth, won't you let him in?
[10:30 PM] Pavel Morozov wonders if Artyom's really thinking this through, because Pavel can definitely still taste his cum in his mouth, despite the swallowing he did-- but, eh, it's Artyom's cum, it came out of him and it isn't gonna kill him to taste it, right?

Yeah, you can come on in, Artyom, and get Pavel's tongue pressing against your mouth in return, sloppy happy sex-drunk kisses as Pavel makes soft little noises.
[10:33 PM] Artyom Alexovich eagerly pushes his tongue into Pavel's mouth, gladly accepting Pavel's in return. And... well, he doesn't terribly mind what is probably absolutely the taste of his own spunk as he engages in sloppy happy sex-drunk makeouts, humming and groaning softly into Pavel's mouth, his body pressed against his boyfriend's.
[10:38 PM] Pavel Morozov moans a little-- god, is Artyom trying to kill him? Give him a heart attack by keeping his pulse up like this, his heart pounding eagerly in his chest...?

He lets go of Artyom's hands, to wrap his arms around Artyom's body and pull him close and tight, and keeps kissing him, moaning softly in reply, pulse throbbing through him.
[10:40 PM] Artyom Alexovich is PERFECTLY ALRIGHT WITH THIS, definitely enjoying the closeness, enjoying the affection of the embrace, enjoying... Pavel. Just, Pavel. He can feel his heart beating against him, and Artyom's beats hard to match. He's smiling into their kisses for a moment, before focusing on sucking slightly on the man's tongue, sliding a hand up to cup gently at the side of Pavel's neck. "Mmhh..."
[10:42 PM] Pavel Morozov jerks back, unthinking, and his hand moves instantly--

Uh, apparently he'd rather Artyom didn't touch his neck, seeing how he's grabbed Artyom's wrist in a crushing grip and has gone all wide-eyed, breath suddenly coming hard and rough and uneven.
[10:44 PM] Artyom Alexovich gives a surprised "Uh!" And backs right off, his own eyes wide, and... and concerned, immediately, even through his confusion. He moves to push himself up onto his elbows, biting his lip and making a low, soft sound as he frowns down at Pavel. What's going on??
[10:47 PM] Pavel Morozov takes a moment, blue eyes wide, and then says, "Haha, shit, what the hell?" and lets go of Artyom's wrist. What the-- the fuck was that? His heartbeat is just-- fucking-- like he's in the middle of a firefight, not a makeout session, fuck. He laughs, nervously, and rubs his neck, and then leaves his hand there, cupped protectively across his throat. "I, uh, I--" he starts, and then shrugs. "Maybe don't do that?" he suggests, voice all jolly and a little too bright. Nothing wrong here!
[10:50 PM] Artyom Alexovich gives Pavel the most apologetic look, bottle-green eyes a bit wide still with concern and a hint of guilt, and he nods- right, of course, never again, he promises, not that Pavel can hear his silent promises. He puts his hands firmly away from Pavel's neck, against his chest instead, and he leans forward to press soft, apologetic kisses to that funny, crooked corner of Pavel's mouth that always has that slight, smiling upturn.
[10:53 PM] Pavel Morozov says (muffled against his lips), "Hey, hey, what's that face about?" and wraps his hand over Artyom's again, much more gently than the panic-grab from just a few second ago, though Artyom can almost certainly feel the desperate pounding of his heart. "None of that," he says, firmly as he can when he's so very in love, and tugs Artyom's hand up to kiss the palm.
[10:55 PM] Artyom Alexovich makes a soft noise because, Pavel, he freaked you out, how could he not-?... He sighs softly through his nose, and he can't help but smile fondly at the man kissing his palm. He can still feel the way Pavel's heart pounds, though, and there's still apology and worry and guilt in those green eyes, but... Artyom smiles a bit more, clearly adoring, and he leans in again to press another kiss to Pavel, this time to his cheek. "Mmh..."
[11:05 PM] Pavel Morozov sighs happily, heart starting to slow-- though it's still pounding, and he feels lightheaded, and he takes a couple deep, slow breaths, counting them out a little by breathing in, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss Artyom's fingers, breath out, kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss his palm... he's fine, really, haha, who knows what that was?
[11:07 PM] Artyom Alexovich honestly isn't sure, either, but he'll do his best to be a comfort and force of love for Pavel to counter it, and do his best to avoid it ever happening again. Does that mean no kissing Pavel's neck, though?... Ah well. He won't try it, just in case.

Artyom lays several more kisses all over his boyfriend's face, and then, finally, he pulls away, to smile softly down at him. Hi there, handsome.
[11:11 PM] Pavel Morozov smiles back, and squeezes his hand, and says, "Who's this creature above me? Surely someone too good-looking to be a mere mortal, eh?" He raises his other hand, to run it through Artyom's hair, finger combing it this way and that, and tells him, "I think you may be the best thing I've ever looked at. Especially when you're nearly naked, mmm..."

He unsubtly sweeps his gaze down Artyom's body, to his softened cock, and back up over his belly and chest and collarbones and face. Damn.
[11:15 PM] Artyom Alexovich giggles softly at Pavel playing around. Nope! He is, in fact, a mere mortal. What a miracle, that a mortal can be so handsome, then, eh? "Eheheh..." He grins brightly at the fingers in his hair, only for his face to go totally red at the mention of how much Pavel seems to enjoy his near-nakedness.

Well. Well! Artyom can... do something to appeal to that, can't he? He rolls off Pavel, onto his back again, and bends his legs in the air as he wriggles and tugs at his pants and underwear until they're all the way off, and he tosses them aside. They were probably a lil messy anyways. There! Now he's all the way naked. Face pink and smiling, Artyom rolls back over again and props himself up on an elbow, going tooo... tug at Pavel's shirt, c'mon, let's make it even!
[11:18 PM] Pavel Morozov goes "oh" really, really softly, and is more than happy to sit up, and tug his shirt off, and then go for his pants-- he pauses, with a questioning look at Artyom, and then will absolutely strip them off for Artyom if he gets a smile or nod, leaving him just as naked and openly admiring Artyom's body. He's seen naked men before, but-- he's never wanted so very much to press another man down and kiss his belly and run hands up his legs and nuzzle his thighs... shit, he's hardly ever even wanted to do that to a girl, and he's seen some damn fine and scantily-clad women in his time.
[11:26 PM] Artyom Alexovich's cheeks are very flushed, but he is VERY much eager to see Pavel naked and enjoying this VERY much- when Pavel pauses on his pants, Artyom's smiling behind biting his lip, and he nods because dammit, man, get naked for him!!

And then Pavel is naked for him, and Artyom, even though a bit of sheepishness falls over him, doesn't actually shy away from openly admiring the other man's body as much as Pavel admires his. And in fact, and scoots close hip to hip and his thin legs next to Pavel's, leaning in to curl an arm around Pavel's front, over his belly, and to place a couple kisses against his collarbone, and just under it, hello, handsome...
[11:32 PM] Pavel Morozov sighs, happily, and says, "Hey, now, I was going to do that to YOU, chuvak..." before gently pushing himself up on one elbow, and pushing Artyom onto his back, and kissing his chin and his sternum and right down the midline of his body.
[11:35 PM] Artyom Alexovich chuckles, because ha-ha, he beat you to it!... But who's laughing now, when Pavel pushes Artyom down, and he lets him, easily plopping onto his back so Pavel can lavish him in attention, because why not? Artyom is all smiles as he does, watching those wonderfully plump lips kiss their way down his torso, through the spotty amount of hair in the middle of his chest, and on. As Pavel nears his navel, though, Artyom lifts a hand to his mouth, biting slightly on his knuckle to stifle a low giggle.
[11:38 PM] Pavel Morozov asks, mock-offended, "Are you laughing at me?" and even more mockingly growls, before blowing a soft little raspberry on Artyom's belly, laughing to himself and nuzzling his face against Artyom's belly.
[11:39 PM] Artyom Alexovich shakes his head because no, of course not, it's just that he's- OH NO! It's too late! Pavel's gone and blown a raspberry on Artyom's belly, and he lets out a loud bark of a laugh and follows it with a lot more little laughs, as he wriggles about under Pavel, kicking his legs slightly. "Ahahaha!! Nnh!!"
[11:41 PM] Pavel Morozov grins and presses his hands against Artyom's hips, and says, cheerfully, "You can't escape me, d'Artagnan!" before kissing and nuzzling and raspberrying all over his cute little stomach.
[11:43 PM] Artyom Alexovich nearly SCREAMS, flailing his limbs, kicking his legs and smacking at Pavel's shoulders as he squirms, laughing loudly with his head turning this way and that as he struggles against Pavel's onslaught. "Aaaugh!! Ahahahaha!!! Nnh!"
[11:49 PM] Pavel Morozov relents, and withdraws further down Artyom's body, away from his hands, lips going soft and pressing warm, damp kisses to Artyom's hip, to his cock-- is it still soft? Pavel would be happy to suck it again if it's not-- and down one fuzzy thigh, hands stroking and petting as he goes.
[11:52 PM] Artyom Alexovich still has residual giggles going after Pavel stops, but he gasps in surprise when he feels those soft lips kiss against his cock. And yes, it's still soft, though it twitches slightly in response... but that's about it. Artyom makes a soft whining sound because GOD Pave, give him a break! Even if he got it up again (which he probably could pretty quickly if you kept at it...) he doesn't have the sexual endurance to go again! You'd overwhelm the poor thing, and he was already kinda overwhelmed anyways!

He's not gonna be opposed to Pavel messing with his thighs, though, and might suck the other man's dick instead, if he asked.
[11:56 PM] Pavel Morozov IS kind of tempted to go back to that cock, to suck and lick and nuzzle it, make sweet love to it with his mouth-- or let Artyom grab him and fuck his face again, come down his throat and moan and whimper so beautifully-- but maybe in a few minutes, after he's done nuzzling his face down to nibble very gently on the inside of Artyom's thigh. Mmm, god, what a good thigh-- "Maybe you'll wrap these legs around me while I fuck you, someday," he murmurs to Artyom, voice low and sweet and pleased-sounding, and nuzzles and kisses where his teeth scraped skin.
[12:00 AM] Artyom Alexovich DEFINITELY isn't opposed to Pavel nuzzling down his thigh, or nibbling at it, making him bite his lip and make a soft, pleased noise in his throat. Yeah. Definitely not opposed. It's as nice to look at as it is to feel, too... But Pavel actually surprises him with his words, and Artyom actually gasps, and his face flushes VERY red, and he promptly hides his face behind his hands as he makes what can only be described as a very flustered sound. "Mmnnh!"
[12:02 AM] Pavel Morozov grins, and nuzzles Artyom's leg some more, and asks, all sweet-voiced, "Oppa-pa-pa, were you imagining my legs wrapped around you instead, chuvak? If you'd fuck my ass like you fucked my mouth, I might break, but it might be fun anyway... there must be something to it, right?"
[12:05 AM] Artyom Alexovich apparently could get even MORE flustered, judging by the increasingly flustered, muffled noise he makes from behind his hands. "Uh!!!" It's too bad Pavel can't see how much redder Artyom got... except that it's apparently spreading slightly to his ears, which are uncovered.

Also, if you let him fuck you, Pavel, he probably will go at you like a damn rabbit. Luckily, his somewhat petit frame comes with a proportional dick that won't be too hard on your poor butt. BUT THAT'S FOR SOMEDAY...
[12:07 AM] Pavel Morozov hopes someday is not too far away! He would like to know what is up with fuckin' butts, tbh. Someone should educate him! LIKE ARTYOM. ARTYOM SHOULD DEFINITELY EDUCATE HIM.
[12:08 AM] Artyom Alexovich WILL DEFINITELY EDUCATE PAVEL ONCE HE HIMSELF HAS AN UNDERSTANDING ON THE MAGIC OF HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS.
[12:12 AM] Pavel Morozov sighs, happily, and murmurs, "Blin, adorable," and nuzzles his way down to Artyom's knees and calves, lifting one to rest over his shoulder so he can kiss Artyom's fuzzy lower leg and pet the other fondly. "Ahhh, what a good leg!" he praises, and smooches the leg affectionately.
[12:14 AM] Artyom Alexovich makes soft, embarrassed noises as Pavel carries on, but at his leg being hooked over Pavel's shoulder, he peeks out from between his finger with bashful green eyes, blush visible through the gaps in his fingers... A muffled giggle can be heard from behind those hands at Pavel praising and kissing his leg, and he finally pulls them from his face to smile over at Pavel again, even if there's still red on his face.
[10:28 AM]   Pavel Morozov grins at Artyom, sunny as anything, and rubs his cheek against Artyom's leg hairs. "Hey, d'Artagnan, do you want to know a secret?" he asks, all sweet and innocent.
[10:31 AM]   Artyom Alexovich tips his head, turning it slightly so that one ear is facing Pavel a bit more. He's still got that fond, soft smile on his face, and he wiggles his leg slightly on Pavel's shoulder, curling his toes. "Mmh?"
[10:32 AM]   Pavel Morozov grins, and whispers really, really loudly, "I think that you're pretty fucking wonderful. And that you're a great..." Mmmmm... "Pillow," he concludes, flopping foward to nuzzle his face into Artyom's belly. Yaaaaawn.
[10:35 AM]   Artyom Alexovich chuckles quietly, mostly at how Pavel is really bad at whispering, GOD, and then even more at the man flopping forward to nuzzle his belly. "Hahaha!"

He reaches down to pet his hands against Pavel's head, caressing his shaved scalp and grinning at him.
[10:39 AM]   Pavel Morozov grins into Artyom's warm belly, and then squirms off him, telling him, "Here, up, huphup, I want to take a nap and you're on all my blankets, you fucker."
[10:40 AM]   Artyom Alexovich chuckles again, and wriggles upright. And, to be helpful, after rolling aside, he pulls back the covers on one side of the bed, and promptly crawls in under them, plopping against the pillows and smiling invitingly at Pavel. See? Helpful!
[10:43 AM]   Pavel Morozov thinks that's very helpful! and crawls into bed after him, pressing close and wrapping his arms around him, laying kisses on his shoulder. "There we go! I've got you now, Ranger scum," he murmurs, all playful, and then lets our a real yawn. "You can't escape me again," he lets Artyom know, and his voice is suffused with affection, his hands warm on Artyom's skin. Stay with him, love.
[10:46 AM]   Artyom Alexovich chuckles lowly once more, with a playful grin. Oh noooo, he's been captured by those damned Reds again, what ever will he dooo... Promptly snuggle closer, nuzzling against Pavel's jaw and shoulder, that's what, before catching the contagian and yawning as well, tearing up a bit. "Hwuaahh!... nnh."

Okay, he's getting kinda sleepy now, THANKS, Pavel. Artyom lazily curls an arm around Pavel's pudgy middle and lays his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. Yeah, he'll stay right here.
[10:47 AM]   Pavel Morozov : AND THEN THEY HAD AN ENTIRE SNOOZE TOGETHER. IT WAS ADORABLE, GAY, AND EXTREMELY RUSSIAN.