A Russian Bear by CB Conwy

involuntarily when Mischa moved.
    “Sir. Oh. Feel you.” Mischa withdrew his finger almost all the way. “No! Don’t stop, please, sir.” Tom was gasping. “Open me up. Please.” The begging was so sincere, even if the boy fought to take only the single finger.
    Mischa pushed in deep, searching for and finding Tom’s prostate. When Mischa touched it, Tom arched his back and cried out. “It’s... Oh, fuck. Sir. It’s so good.”
    Mischa smiled. “That’s the point, boy. Now you can take another finger.” He pushed it in, just like that. Tom bucked up, intake of breath turning into gasping. Fuck, it was hot.
    “Oh, sir! Burns! Shit, it burns.” Mischa held Tom down with a hand on his stomach and started fingerfucking him. “Ahh!” Tom’s shoulders lifted off the pillows, his eyes wide, watching Mischa with disbelief.
    Mischa smiled down at him. “Remember, I said I would make you take it, didn’t I?”
    Tom let himself fall back down, groaning. “Yes, sir, you... Oh! You did, sir.” Tom started to ride Mischa’s fingers. It made Mischa smirk. Tom might complain of the burn, but the boy really seemed to like it. Mischa had Tom moaning and gasping by scissoring his fingers, making sure that the burn was kept sharp and searing. He brushed Tom’s prostate now and then, but not more than that that; he didn’t want the boy to come yet.
    “Do you like to be opened up?”
    Tom cried out when Mischa opened his fingers more than before. “Fuck, yes. Sir! I... Please give me more. I need more.” Well, since he asked so nicely... Mischa pushed another finger in.
    Tom shouted, and for the first time, Mischa could hear the pain in the boy’s voice, not just the discomfort. Mischa pushed his hand down firmly on his sub’s stomach, keeping Tom in place. Then he started moving his fingers, giving Tom a distraction from the pain.
    “Oh, sir, ahh, hurts! It hurts.” Tom gasped, his eyes rolling a bit.
    “I know it hurts. I want you to accept it. Lie back and let me hurt you.” Tom’s eyes found his, and Mischa held them, never stopping his fingers from going in and out. Tom’s breathing was labored, and the fight showed on the boy’s face. Then the magic happened; Mischa could see the exact moment that Tom surrendered.
    “Yes, sir.” Tom whimpered but held Mischa’s eyes. “Please do it to me.” Mischa didn’t need to be told twice and started fucking Tom in earnest. The Dom could hear and feel the fight go out of the boy, his whimpering reduced to gasping and his tight-tight hole loosening up around Mischa’s fingers. It was time.
    Mischa withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the towel. Then he sat back, letting Tom see every movement as he unwrapped the condom, put it on his aching dick, and slathered it with lube. Then he got an idea. “Give me your hand.”
    Tom reached out his hand, confused. Mischa squirted a generous helping of lube in it.
    “Now, lube yourself up.” Tom blushed ten shades of red, and, for a moment, Mischa thought that he would refuse. Then the boy got a stubborn look on his face, and without breaking eye contact, he reached down and spread the slick around his asshole, breathing in sharply when he brushed his opening.
    “Put it inside, too.” Mischa was enjoying this so much.
    Tom gasped as he pushed a finger inside, meticulously slathering the lube around. Mischa moaned out loud.
    “Enough.” Mischa leaned in, spreading the boy’s legs a bit wider. He grabbed Tom’s head with one hand and used the other to hold his cock steady as he pushed against Tom’s opening.
    Tom gave a low cry as he was breached. Mischa didn’t stop but kept moving deeper, slow but steady, so deep that Tom was wincing. Mischa pulled almost all the way back and thrust in again halfway. The breath whooshed out of Tom, but he didn’t scream, didn’t cry out. He seemed dazed, his eyes never leaving Mischa’s.
    Mischa kept his hold on Tom’s head and started moving in long, steady strokes. Tom