A small continuation from my fic you are my home, my home for all season. Technically, it's a spoiler if you haven't read Chapter 3 yet, but if you don't care then it can be read as a standalone too LOL Uhmmm also my first smut and it's slightly rushed so uh MERRY CHRISTMAS FELIZ NAVISMUT ALL THAT AKSDFJHLSKFH enjoyyy
Tags: nipple play, professor/student roleplay, praise kink, cream
Word count: 1,460 words
"Must you bite that hard, John?" Nik chuckled quietly, pulling John away from his nose by the chin and press a gentle kiss on the Brit's lips.
"You asked for it." John reached up to brush Nik's hair, tugging it gently to deepen the kiss, something the way Nik rambled just moments ago had made him warm and needy, and he wanted nothing more than to get Nik's pants off right this instance.
Nik slipped his arm below John's waist, lifting his hips up and pressed his face against John's chest, nuzzling with a low appreciative rumble. John smelled of pine and cinnamon lingering from the mulled wine, which complimented the earthy cologne he wore. Nik could spend all day nestled between those warm chests if he wanted to, but John was already kicking his knees apart, impatient.
John dragged Nik's face up to kiss him again as Nik's hands roamed greedily under John's clothes, pulling it up higher until he could palm one of his pecs, giving it a few squeezes just to feel John's breath stuttering over their heated make out.
"Nik…"
"Not so fast, John," Nik murmured and pulled back with wet lips, savouring the taste of their shared saliva while he took a breather.
Nik's gaze roamed over John's form with unbridled admiration, drinking in the sight of his strong, hairy man sprawled on the couch. John was a firm yet soft wall of muscle and fat, with military-honed shoulders that spoke of his years of service. But here, his gruff edges were softened by the holiday haze and the alcohol warming his veins. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, catching the soft glow of the hangar, with the red blush spread from his cheek down his neck.
Despite feeling ravenous himself, Nik had a better plan. He grabbed John's shirt that was pooled on John's wrist and tied a loose but firm knot above the man's head, secured to the back of the couch arm rest, leaving John and his chest exposed and vulnerable.
"…What are you doing this time?" John tugged experimentally, a mix of frustration and excitement flashing in his eyes.
"Hm, will you listen to me properly like a good student?" Nik drawled slowly, his palm moving and brushing some of the hair on the abdomen teasingly, feather-like touches, the deliberate slowness was driving John wild.
"Ah— bloody hell, you know I will, Nik. Just do something already—"
Nik shook his head, then clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Manners, John. Don't disappoint your professor."
John snorted, raising one of his brows and chuckled, his breath filled with incredulity.
"Professor? Is that what we're doing now…? Hey— what's that?"
Nik casually reached into his pocket for a small tube of cream, one that John suspected has nothing to do with his skin issues.
"Patience is a virtue in my class, John. Now, let me show you how this works." Nik unscrewed the cap, squeezing a generous amount of it onto his fingertip, the cream glistened in a way that had John squirming before he could feel it.
John's bare chest trembled as Nik leaned in, the cream was cold at first, silky against his skin when Nik applied it thinly from his collarbone down to his sternum.
"When you apply creams, it's important to apply slight pressure and press onto the surfaces for better absorption."
Nik spread the cream in slow, deliberate strokes with both hands now, fingers splaying wide to cover the expanse of John's hairy chest. The dark curls matted under his touch, the cream seeping into the coarse hair, making it slick and shiny as he massaged with all the time in the world. John was restless as he felt Nik's fingers delved into the edges of John's pecs, pushing the cream deeper into the muscle, feeling the soft give beneath the firm layer.
"Some, you need to warm your palm before applying. But this one? There's no need." Nik explained calmly, his voice exactly like the type heard from lecture hall yet mixed with seduction, his accent rolling off in a low purr.
"It's a special kind of…emollient. It warms up with friction, heightens up every sensation. See?" Nik's slicked finger circled John's left areola slowly, humming low in his throat as John's bare chest heaved. Then, Nik swiped it over his nipple, the touch was light at first, just a teasing glide that made the pebbled bud tighten instantly.
Every stroke and touches sent John's body twitching, his bound wrists fought against the shirt, legs shifting restlessly on the couch.
"Shit—i-it's everywhere, Nik—"
Nik pinched his nipple hard.
"Fuck—Professor! That's…" John whined and whispered a string of breathless curses, the overstimulation crept up rapidly as Nik rubbed the cream with firmer circles. John didn't know if he wanted to pull away or leaned in for more.
"Look at you, my star pupil," Nik whispered, his professor-like voice laced with genuine awe and lust. The praise made John shut his eyes in embarrassment and desire. Nik admired the way the hair darkened with the cream, how John's nipple stood more obviously now. Dipping lower, Nik's other hand pressed into the soft spots just above John's hips, eliciting a squirmy laugh from John that dissolved into a moan.
"Fuck, it gets hot quick—Ni—Professor…"
Nik's eyes sparkled with a playful mischief when John writhed and stated whining in a higher pitch.
"You're doing so well, John. Good students always get their rewards, hm?"
Nik leaned down, his breath warm against John's ear while his hand returned to the left peak, increasing in pressure and rubbing in tighter circles.
"Do you think you can be a good boy for me, Solnyshko?"
"Y-yeah yeah—ohh Professor…"
Nik purred approvingly and trailed open-mouth kisses down his neck, then he latched his mouth over the right nipple. A sharp gasp tore from John's throat, rough and needy, his head tipping back with his body arching involuntarily. Nik seized the opportunity and sucked harder, tongue flicking the cream-slick bud, then pulled away with a deliberate wet pop that echoed the room. John's hip bucked against Nik's thigh again, his control fraying under the dizzying haze, the cream got increasingly warmer, intensifying his arousal.
"Mmf, that's it, John."
Nik rumbled praises and encouragement as his hands dove back in, a bit mean and rough this time. He pressed down on both nipples at once, trapping them under his heated palms and grinding with a rhythmic resistance that made John whined more. Then, without any warning, he tugged the right nipple upward sharply, stretching the already sensitive flesh until John's entire body jolted. His hips arched off the couch cushions, a guttural moan ripping free as the overstimulation took over.
"Fuck— Professor, please, I can't—" John begged, voice broken and breaths coming in ragged pants. The cream's tingle, Nik's cruel yet expert hands combined with filthy words in his ears build an unbearable pressure low in his gut. Nik alternate paces, sometimes he went slow, with teasing laps around his nipple, sometimes he went fast, pulling, flicking and slapping those perky, reddening nipples until—
"Nik!"
Without a single touch below the waist, John's back bowed off the couch with a breathless moan as his cock pulsed hard in his pants, hot spurts of cum soaking through the fabric, staining both their pants as Nik watched with wide eyes. John's hairy chest heaved, nipples throbbing and twitching under Nik's still-gripping fingers, coaxing John to ride out the rest of the peak by rubbing his knees in small movements. He watched the bearded man's face closely, it was twisted in pleasure and ecstasy, then Nik pulled back enough to watch the aftershocks ripple through John's spent body, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"…That was…ah..s-something…" John breathed out lamely, lips wobbly.
"That was very hot." Nik added, a smug smirk and a gleeful sense of pride obvious in his tone as he released the bind off John's wrist.
"Are you okay? Still feeling hot from the cream?" Nik asked gently, checking over John's body to make sure he didn't overdo it, only for John to flipped Nik over.
"More than okay, Professor." John was still shaking and trembling from the orgasm, but he had a determined glint in his eyes. Nik looked up just in time to see John sat comfortably on his lap, spotting the same bottle of cream now in his hand.
"I think it's time for me to demonstrate what I learned, that is the best way to do it, don't you agree?"
Nik's already painfully hard cock strained and pulsed beneath his jeans, oh they were going to make use of this bottle of cream all night it seems.
Heading out to watch those crazy kids in Bayside High do their thing! #baysidehighband#staymoist#bbcpembroke#saturdaynightselfie#bigoldface#tattooedoldbroad#saturdaynight#comegetweird https://www.instagram.com/p/BvpuIu-B-H5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a5ky98c2h59v
John fiddled with the knobs on the old radio, trying to tune the frequency, changing radio stations until it played some Christmas jazz. Nik shook his head in amusement, hearing John's "Ah! Finally, some proper music!" from where he was in the small kitchenette.
"Smells bloody good."
John sniffed the air as he stopped behind Nik, peeking over the Russian's broad shoulder, humming the current song from the radio as he watched Nik stir the pot of red wine. Oranges, citrus peels, cloves and a couple of star Anises were floating on the surface.
"Yes, it is just about done." Nik replied.
"Wasn't sure the wine I grabbed would be any good."
"It is good," Nik said simply, moving aside so John could grab their mugs from the shelf. "Even if it wasn't, spices are there to cover up the mistakes."
NikPrice Christmas Fic, the extended version of Something Green, Something Red.
Proofread by dearest @lucy-stone, thank you again!
Word count: 6,969 (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)
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(would love to read your comments if you do give it a read!)
Heading out to see Bayside High tonight. Tomorrow we’re going to see Atreyu! 🤘🏻🖤🤘🏻#baysidehighband#bbcpembroke#staymoist#atreyu#theparadiseboston#music#weekend#tattooedoldbroad https://www.instagram.com/p/BqlbEE6HXuU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gkthv9bogjnd
Sittin on mah' porch waitin' on mah' date. Heading out with the husband to The New World Tavern in Plymouth to see Bayside High. #datenight#husbandandwife#baysidehighband#staymoist
Heading out to the British Beer Company in Pembroke Ma. To see Bayside High. #me#selfie#baysidehighband#baysidehigh#staymoist#saturdaynight#tags#selfiedeprecation#filteredforyourprotection#tattooedoldbroad#yup#bbcpembroke#livemusic
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