#and i think it’s broad enough that opening it to a larger sample size wouldn’t change much anyway. the percentages might be a bit different

[mabaris]

not to be that bitch who reads too much into things again but. it feels rly telling that not a single woman made it into the romance survey semifinals

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

consensual smut between srik and georgi pls?

“Are you sure…?” Georgi asks, for the eight hundredth time, as he wraps his arms around Serik’s broad shoulders. His voice is rasped from already heavy breathing, though, his red face is hard to distinguish from embarrassed, and exhilarated. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m content with a quiet night in. No sex involved.”

Grunt. Serik’s dark eyes shift to look at the Russian, raising a thick brow to his wary words. “I’m starting to think you don’t want to do this.”

It hadn’t helped that Serik’s fingers were already in place between his legs, some place that a person hadn’t been in legitimately two years. Georgi’s only touches had been his own fingers, and any toys he would bring along with him into the nest.

“Bah.” He shakes his head roughly. “It’s not that! I don’t want you to do something you don’t want, is all. You aren’t here to please me.”

“Georgi… I know.” Serik rumbles in the room. As the large man pulls his hand back, three fingers soaked in slick, he stands up straight. He earns a gasp in that respect to the motion of being empty. “I’m not disgusted by sex. I simply don’t feel it as much as other people. You asked me to do this, and I’m in a mood where I’m able to do it. Let me take care of you. I will feel fine, and I promise you that.”

Despite the fact that Serik has explained this in multitude, Georgi still feels the anxiety rising in his throat at the mention of sex with someone asexual. Serik is his first partner who has openly told him that he is ace. Though, they have spent intimate moments together, in their attempt to have children, Georgi still felt as though he needed to ask each time, to make sure Serik was alright with it. The intimacy being how they have seen each other naked, while in the fertility clinic, and how the alpha helps him through his rough heats.

 Though, now, it’s for both selfish purpose, and breaking the ice.

 “If you’re certain…” The Russian nods, as he props up on his elbows. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated. I know your history.”

 “My history is different than it is now. You don’t expect it out of me. If we’re going to try for a baby during your heat, it’s important to know what you’re like sexually, in and out of said heat.” The large man looms over him, pressing an encouraging kiss to his cheek. “I am willing to give you anything, but I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to. You do remember that I care for you, yes?”

 “….. Y….. Yes.” He mutters in response, gulping down the lump in his throat as he takes his own hand to Serik’s hair, running the fingers through it, as though to ground himself. Serik was right, obviously. “I care for you too.”

 “Then, let me do this for us.” His voice urges on the last word, to show he wanted this. Perhaps it would help Georgi feel at ease.

  For the quiet moment of contemplation, the ringing of his ears felt loud enough to make his whole head vibrate.

 So then, he nods.

 “Okay. I’m sorry for asking so many times.”

 A soft smile is joined by an equally gentle breath through his partner’s nostrils. “You’re doing it to make me happy. That, in itself, is good.” Leaning down, Serik presses a kiss to his jawline, hoping to ease him of his tension. It seems to work. Georgi reaches up to the larger man’s shoulders, to take grip of his own strong boyfriend. “Besides, I like it too, in small doses. Especially from you….”

 “You do….?” Georgi asks, between little smooches.

 “I love it.” He responds. “I especially love it when you call me yours.”

 That brought a small smile to his face, tracing fingers down his arms, and then to his lover’s sides. “You are mine. And I’m yours.”

 “I know, I adore it.” He smiles in response.

 His long arms were decorated with muscle, hidden under a layer of soft skin, cushioned for the one he held dear. As they snake their way around Georgi’s trunk, he, in return, pulls him close to press lips against his mate’s. Perhaps there wasn’t a sensuality to some kisses, and there didn’t need to be.

 Serik was perfect.

 Especially for Georgi

 “On your back.” The Russian gasps, in between the tender touches. “Please…? Let me be the one to do the work.”

 There’s hardly any hesitation, the alpha turns onto his back, allowing Georgi to swing his leg over his hips.

 He had no more patience, if they weren’t actively doing what was making him nervous, he would never get past it.

 Georgi rises as his hand comes between Serik’s legs, to gently start stroking at it. His head bows down to Serik’s breast for a moment, taking a nipple into his mouth carefully. He had to remember what he was told, how Serik was difficult to excite. Though, there was a gentle stirring in his hand as he did this, perhaps it would be easier than he thought.

  Serik was sitting up while this delicious man was on his knees, crouched down with his needy cheeks in the air, spread open and easy to reach with his long arm as he slides his sturdy hand between his cheeks to grope at him.  His fingers fiddle until he finds that tender entrance that tenses at the touch for just a moment, and as the bottom’s tongue is at work, he groans against him.  One strong, yet soft thrust later, his middle finger slides from the tip to the knuckle into his tightness.  How he moves his hips back against his hand made the Kazakh man throb into the maw of his lover

  He was rewarded with a gentle grunt by Serik, who kept a hand on Georgi’s side, as though to encourage him to keep going, to keep him calm. It was working.

 Andrei’s advice continued to profit him, as he doesn’t bite, merely pursing his lips to knead the nub against his tongue, keeping his gaze up on the man he leans over. There’s another twitch, it was getting ever so slightly harder. It’s strange, having to gauge what was working for a partner through this.

 Erectile dysfunction must be difficult to have for people who aren’t asexual, though, Serik seems okay with it, save for the times they have to go get the semen samples for the IUI. If anything, one of the problems he had been warned about was the inability to knot, one of the ways to surefire make certain that they stay attached, and higher chances of pregnancy as a result.

 The lack of a stable knot could cut their chances entirely.

 Now isn’t the time to think about making babies, though.

 Right now, they’re just getting to know each other’s bodies. He leans up from one nipple, to go to the next, scooting, so he can reach the length between Serik’s legs, that slowly hardens, at a snail’s pace. Next were the ears, gently tugging on them with his teeth, pressing kisses at his jawline and neck in the process.

 It did take a good list of activities, before Georgi could feel the sustainable throb in Serik’s skin to show he wouldn’t go soft again in another moment. He was doing a good job, his alpha was still willing and able. There wasn’t a turn back point, but there would always be a stopping point if someone so decided there would be one.

 The huffs that escaped his chest when he felt the teeth bite onto his earlobe were tottering, but come with a smile.

 It took a soft set of digits that would toy with the velvet skin of his perineum.  They would stroke momentarily, before traveling up, still. Serik’s attention seems to be based somewhere similar, as he reaches his hand around Georgi’s waist to grip at each muscular cheek. He was trying. Georgi could tell.

 Serik was not a sexual man, obviously. His open pride of his asexuality, mixed with his not so proud admission of erectile dysfunction, didn’t eliminate experience.  The man’s previous partner had been an entirely different kind of person in the bedroom, and they were together a good while. Obviously, Serik had, at some point, pleased the man.

 Once he settles back on his lap once more, Georgi takes a deep breath, reaching behind him to press the tip against his entrance. Serik’s face was just as red as Georgi’s. “Still good….?” He asks quietly, pausing his hips as he feels that fat tip catch onto his hole, that fingers had stretched endlessly before.

 Huff. “Still good.”

 Those hips gently move up, mostly to get comfortable, though…. The sensation of a slight thrust upwards did startle Georgi ever so slightly, as he pushes down his hips.

 Serik’s hands ease onto his waist, to comfort him with the initial entrance, it did very little. He was tense as a rock.

  Hearing his lover practically beg for him gives Serik goosebumps; leaning forward, the tense muscles attempt to relax, pushing against the fleshy ring they’ve stretched for what feels like forever to take his girth, yet it still feels so taut as he slides halfway in.  “Oh…fuck……”  Georgi’s nails dig into the blankets as he feels his chest try to take in a deep breath, and he lets it out in a shaking shuddery moan from below.  Heat in his gut, the drip of precum that is sliding down his thigh as his legs tense up, he’s closer than he’d like to admit from finishing “S-Serka….” He gasps out, as he pushes his hips all the way down, fingers already trembling. Georgi places his hands on his abdomen to steady himself. “Fuck, you feel big…..” A breathless chuckle escapes him.

 “Too big….?” Serik asks, restraining his own voice from the sensations he felt as well. He knew of Georgi’s past lover, how Oskar was a bit too much for him, and Serik wasn’t far off in size comparison.

 The man didn’t understand that size did not mean pleasure. Repeatedly slamming into a hole didn’t do much for Georgi, there had to be motions.

 “N-No….” He shakes his head, determined to see this through. “J-Just fine, just fine… It’s just…. Been a while.” Two whole years, in fact. His first partner had been Anya, a whole nine year relationship with her. She knew his body, he knew hers, and proficiently, they satisfied one another…. Then, after that break up, came Oskar. Oskar was not a bad person in bed, he could be great at times…. Though, Georgi often found himself cramped after their trials together. Hell, once or twice, there had been a tear.

 He’s suddenly very aware that Serik did an incredible job prepping him. There wasn’t pain, in this moment, simply the sensation of being uncomfortably full.

“I-I’m good to move.” Georgi’s hips rise up, as he begins a gentle, slow grind against his boyfriend. Dual intentions gather within Georgi, as he does so. One part of him simply wants to feel what it’s like to have sex with someone again, having been in a dry spell for so long, he considered it a drought. Another inkling in him had encouraged him to swirl his hips, to slide down at angles, trying to make sure they didn’t need extra lube.

 He must make sure he’s not going too far, Serik is too kind to him already. The encouragement was mostly fear that he would do something wrong, that his ace partner would be scarred for life from this.

 Though, Serik doesn’t look disgusted, as Georgi had expected.

 The man’s eyes were fluttered shut, his grip on his thighs firm, his breath unsteady. It looked like he was enjoying himself. Of course, he’s been informed, though, he still worries. This was something they had agreed on for weeks, having discussed it in great detail, having even planned this whole night out for it.

 Hell, Georgi almost bought lingerie for it, if he could have made up his mind. The purple and black looked like he was about to dress up for a gang bang on Halloween night, and the red and white made him want strawberry pie.

 That red face was not the face of man who desired makeup, and jewels, and lace, and corsets…..

 All it came down to simply, was that he wanted Serik to see him and his body, the way it had grown during the time they spent together. Fertility medications, heat foods, depressive days off, all added up to a softer body than he intended. Serik didn’t find sexual attraction in people, he never looked at someone and thought about how he needed to be with them. The man didn’t look to Georgi and find him attractive in the way where he felt the urge to suggest they go to bed together. He couldn’t tell if it was comforting or not. Though, he hadn’t wanted things to cover his body in order to be more sexual to him, it didn’t feel right. All that felt right, was that Serik would get to see his body the way nature intended him. Perhaps he’s not in his physical prime, but the man looked at Georgi, and saw someone he wanted to be with.

 That’s enough.

 Wheeze!

 Already overwhelming.

 Never had Georgi been this nervous having sex, all the while being content. His strong legs creased where the muscles could be visually seen, each line of him being stroked by the fingertips of his partner, who seems just about out of breath and nervous as himself.

 Georgi presses back against him, his body swallowing the remaining inches that were left out, letting out a moan of delight that Serik savors with the combination of his tight pucker.  He pulls forward until his cock is halfway out, and then presses back again; Georgi was fucking himself against his boyfriend’s hips.  Right. Georgi had experience, he had to remember that he wasn’t a shy virgin, like he was acting in the beginning, his breath catching in his throat as he starts to meet halfway with his own thrusts.

 “Gosha….” Serik utters, “You look overwhelmed…..”

 “I-I am….” Even his voice cracks in the response. “But…. I need it.”

 Such a simple smile appears on his face when he hears such a desperate whine, buried deep in him, knowing he’s the source of such a beautiful man to smile so wearily, a handful of minutes into their activity. He slowly leans forward, setting his hands to his shoulders and gently clawing down his back, thrusting in deep as he goes. The reaction was priceless, that squeak came out with his shivering body aching for more, his face grows redder and warmer.

 And god how he squeezed down, it’s overwhelming, exciting, absolutely intoxicating.  Serik does not seek this feeling out, but when he feels it in moments like this, he’s assured that he can still please, and feel good in return. He reaches forward as he grinds into him with deep thrusts, his hand takes a grip on his length as he uses that leakage to lube his fingers and strike at him.

 Serik didn’t want to muffle those noises, but if they weren’t in a house alone, someone in a room around them would know what’s going on, as that whine that pressed into the bedroom air was loud enough.

He rolls his boyfriend down, switching positions with haste, the moment he sees the opportunity. It’s not that Serik didn’t want Georgi to ride him, but, he wants to show his own side of himself. He needed to show him that he can make effort and enjoy himself in this too.

 Georgi’s little yelp into the air was accompanied by the whine of a new angle pressing deep into him, in all the right places.

 The hunger in his gut was so quiet when he didn’t have these foreign touches to his body before, yet, now as he feels them again, it awakens the starved sensation within him. He needed it.

 He needed Serik.

 The omega braces his head back against the blankets, blue eyes switching from the content nervous expression, to a lost cause. He had worried so much, only to be thrust into delight. The bulb of his knot was forming, an ever so uncommon sight to see outside heats or ruts.

 “G-Gosha…. Is this alright….?”

 “Y-Y…aaahhhhh…” Georgi was lost in the words, he could barely say anything as he feels his body tremble, his cock was throbbing in his hand, he was ready.  The pressure that built up in his gut was like a dam about to break, it made him bite into his blanket, the shifted angle exposing the welts of the scratches in his skin.  “S-Serrriii-aaaaaahhh…..” He cries again, this time with a gasp as he feels the release explode from him.  The sheets are painted in the white as he cums, pressed against his lover’s hips while clenching; he could nearly see stars.

 The taller man stops thrusting to keep inside him, and he lets Georgi ride through his sudden orgasm as he strokes at him, watching his eyes fluttering in excitement; but he stays to feel how he pulsates around his thickness that still sits there. “Y-You’re good….?”

 “Y…ghnnggngn….” He groans, nodding, as his hips sputter against him drastically

 “Ah……. I don’t think I’ll last longer either, Gosha….”

“P-Please…. Don’t hold back…” Georgi whines into the blankets, he himself is barely able to think of anything else but know his lover is sated, the hot grunts filling the air, how his full gut felt unbearably good.

 “A-As you wish…” Serik grunts, pulling out from those narrower hips, then back against his own, closing his eyes.  He’s drunk on this overwhelming feeling that surges through his body as he pounds into the smaller man.  His knuckles are clutching hard enough to shade white, they slide into the small of his back, digging down into his cheeks again.

 Georgi, despite being post orgasm, slaps against his waist tiredly, the overstimulation that rubs against his sensitive taint as he’s already spent makes his legs shiver uncontrollably.  As Serik’s wave of heat slams into his nerves, he’s shuddering and unsteady in his thrusts, legs burning from the rough and awkward way the muscular boys slap against each other.  They slow to a grind as the feeling of throbbing warmth escapes, he throats a groan that sounds like the form of a sob as his lover is filled with the spunk he’d been feeling burn through him during their moments of passion.

Locked.

 Somehow, the rare knot that Serik had was able to lock within him, during this orgasm managed to push into him. Georgi’s voice strains as he feels the surge push into him, gripping at the blankets with a tremble in him, as the splash of warmth began to fill him. His toes curl, his legs quake, his voice whines.

 There was no holding back.

 He was in love with the act once more, something he didn’t think he would feel with another person for the rest of his life. Georgi thought there would never be a moment he wanted to share something like this with a person again, and yet, here he is with Serik. This man who grunts like a bull, as he grips at those thighs in a bruising force.

 Uneven strokes that are incomplete, due to the bulb of his knot, press against Georgi, as he looks down upon him, dark eyes finding a calm focus by looking to the face of his lover.

 He settles, as his arms snake around the smaller figure of the omega, and pull him close.

 “Th-There……. Are you alright….? That was fast, I know.”

 “W-….W-Who cares….?” Georgi asks, voice shot with rasp. “I-I haven’t had sex in two years, th-this was phenomenal…… Oh, god… careful of the knot….. You’re bigger than I thought…”

“Sorry…” He nods, setting him down gently. “I didn’t think I would get a knot, maybe it’s because we’re doing this close to my rut….? It should only be a few more weeks.”

 “Shhh….” He huffs, looking up at him. “Don’t apologize…. I needed that….. I feel incredible…….. Thank you……”