Doctors and Shit

Arcade shifted against him, rubbing just a little bit closer as he was dissatisfied with the distance between them. He kissed in a sort of playful, happy manner, if there was any other way to put it. He too hadn't seen much action in a long time...

Vasilyev ran his fingers through Arcade's short, thinning hair as he kissed him. He inched closer and closer, until he was positive they would end up on the floor or against the wall. Perhaps it would have been better to stay closer to a bed.

Arcade's own hands wandered down to grope at his ass, using the few seconds of separation as a moment to lick his lips and tug off his glasses and set the aside rather carelessly. He tugged him closer with that motion anyhow, grinning and nipping at his lip.

Vasilyev had to admit, he had never seen Arcade like this and he rather enjoyed it. He enjoyed it a lot, actually.

He moved his hands to unbutton Arcade's shirt, though he would much rather just rip it open.

Arcade helped him out with the shirt, eventually getting it open and just throwing it off in a careless manner. He moved in and kissed him again, deeper and harder.

There was something about this man he couldn't get enough of.

Vasilyev breathed into the kiss and exhaled out in time with their motions, like playing a very deep piece on the harmonica. He stole breath from Arcade and forced him to steal it back. All the while he pressed against him, his hands pressed against Arcade's freckled chest and abdomen.

Arcade pushed gladly into each of the motions given to him by Vasilyev, making a little moan at the cold touch of his fingers.

"Damn, you're... pretty good at this."

He gave him a lopsided smirk, rather amused Arcade's compliment. Vasilyev brushed his fingers over the other man's nipples, licking him on the lips experimentally.

Arcade shivered at the feeling, kissing back and nipping at his tongue in return, not biting, only playing. He almost purred and pressed into his touches, no less.

Vasilyev gently pressed their teeth together, allowing him to run his tongue over Arcade's, gently sucking. With his hands, he ran them down to his abdomen, and then further, teasingly touching the area below his navel, but not going further than that, simply tracing his fingers right above his belt.

Arcade slid one hand down to press against the other man's at his waist, kissing in a deeper, almost sloppier fashion.

Vasilyev undid Arcade's belt, sliding it out of his pants. Tossing it aside, he quickly unbuttoned Arcade's pants. Yet, he insisted on taking his time in slowly pulling them down, just enough so that he could more easily reach inside.

Arcade shivered somewhat, already running through scenarios of what Vasilyev could be planning. It only made him harder, really.

He gave Arcade a chaste kiss on the mouth as he slipped his hands into his pants, pressing his hands against him, slowly running his fingers over him, getting a feel for him. Vasilyev licked his lips, almost unable to contain his excitement.

A little moan escaped his lips despite the effort to keep it back--his hips rocked softly against him and he furrowed his brow. If he didn't hurry, he'd lose his mind...

As soon as he heard the moan, he pressed his lips to Arcade's, kissing him deeply. He wrapped his fingers around him, finally, and he rubbed the tip with his thumb.

His legs buckled just a bit and he pushed into his touch, rubbing into it in return. He couldn't keep down another moan, just curling his toes in his shoes.

Vasilyev let out a sigh as he moved his hands against Arcade, satisfied, for now, with just the feeling of the other man beneath his fingers.

Arcade pushed himself closer, pressing his head to the crook of Vasilyev's neck and panting very softly next to him. Even just this much was nice...

Vasilyev kissed his hair, moving his hand faster in return.

This intimacy, this closeness was everything he wanted.

Arcade made yet another, soft, whining almost moan, and kissed very slightly at his neck. He didn't last much longer, ending up coming inside his slacks, much to his later dismay.

Vasilyev kissed him warmly once it was done. He wasn't sure what to say, or what was really appropriate to say, so he stayed silent, instead opting to smile at Arcade.

Arcade kissed back, then made a slight, awkward laugh, rubbing his neck. "...That, ah, that was my fault. Sorry."

He chuckled to himself, face rather flushed.

"No, it is...fine. So long as Boone didn't wake up."

Except, Boone had woken up. He was perfectly awake. He was just trying his best not to be awake, or alive at the moment. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall back asleep. He was going to fuck up Vasilyev's bed so hard on purpose just to be an asshole now.

"Well, if he did, it doesn't matter, because he'll have to learn to deal with it." He gave a smirk, but kissed him again.

"I'm a screamer by the way."