A Russian Bear by CB Conwy Page A

was still looking, breathing, mesmerized by him. Then Mischa started thrusting deeper. With a hoarse moan, Tom seemed to wake from his daze, wrapping his arms around Mischa.
    Mischa was in deep now, almost to the point where it would hurt Tom again. He bent and kissed his boy hungrily, still moving in and out. He was in perfect control, but he wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer, the need to come burning in his gut.
    He raised his head and looked at Tom. “I’m going to push all the way into you in a moment. Going to hurt you. Are you ready?”
    Tom nodded, no hesitation.
    “Good boy. You can come when I do.” He took one hand away from his sub’s face and grabbed Tom’s cock, stroking. Then he pushed all the way into his boy, hard. Tom grunted and shouted and came, and suddenly Mischa couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed in again, hearing the pain in Tom’s groan, and then again as he came deep inside his boy. He thrust one last time, desperate to hear the last painful grunt, and emptied himself in the condom. Then he lay over his boy, gasping.
    Tom was as out of breath as Mischa was himself, nuzzling his neck, kissing and licking and whispering a litany of words that Mischa couldn’t hear for the pounding in his ears. At last, Mischa’s head cleared and he heard Tom. “Thank you, sir, so good, sir, thank you, thank you.”
    Mischa turned his head and kissed his boy, for a moment aggressively, then gently, before he let up. “You’re welcome.” He smiled.
    Then he had to pull out. Tom protested, and Mischa felt the same way, but there was nothing to be done about it. He got rid of the condom and fetched the towel, cleaning them up. Then he grabbed the quilt from the floor and pulled it over them. Tom snuggled in, clinging tightly to him, and Mischa stroked Tom’s back, soothing him. He turned off the light, and the exhausted boy in his arms fell asleep.
    ***
    Tom knew where he was even before he opened his eyes. The scent of Mischa filled his nostrils, and he snuggled in, enjoying the man’s heat. Mischa pulled him in a bit closer, but didn’t wake up. Tom tightened his ass experimentally and felt the sweet ache zing through him. His cock twitched, and he smiled with his eyes closed. Yesterday had been a good day.
    He opened his eyes and watched Mischa sleeping. He looked younger, less stern in his sleep. Sweeter. Tom almost giggled; he didn’t think that his gruff Dom would define himself as “sweet.”
    His Dom. Tom suddenly lost a bit of his cheer. Mischa wasn’t his, and Tom wasn’t anything but a casual fuck. That had been hot -- okay, very hot -- before, but what he had done with Mischa the previous day had been very different. More... well, just more.
    He guessed the things that Mischa had done to him should have scared him, but they hadn’t. Granted, the pain had been frightening at times, and his breakdown had shaken him. He had felt so safe when he had cried in Mischa’s arms, though, and the fuck had been amazing.
    Now, he felt a little... fragile. There wasn’t really anything wrong with him, he just felt sad. He snuggled closer to Mischa, looking for comfort. Mischa mumbled a little, starting to wake up. Tom stilled, not wanting to disturb him.
    “I know you’re awake, boy.” Mischa sounded sleepy, and Tom opened his eyes.
    “Sorry, sir, I didn’t want to wake you up.”
    “That’s okay; I like to wake up to a warm boy in my bed.” Mischa bent and kissed him. Tom made a small sound and stretched into the kiss, Mischa taking his mouth and Tom accepting it. He wrapped his arms around Mischa. He knew that he was clinging, but he wasn’t able to help himself.
    Mischa broke their kiss and looked at him. “How do you feel, Tom?” To his own horror, Tom felt the tears start to fall. He hid his head in Mischa’s shoulder and tried to stop crying. Mischa pulled him closer, holding him. “It’s okay, you can cry all you need.” The words loosened something in Tom, and