"Oh? Really? That's nice of you. Sure, come on in. Actually, you have good timing. I just finished stretching some dough, and it needs to rest for an hour."
Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
"No -- well, fine. A muffin's fine." Pyotr sighs heavily, rolling his eyes. "I was hoping for the chance to talk to you," he finally admits, sounding like the words are being pulled from him by force.
"You're getting it," he says, half growled as his fingers retreat so he can grab her by the hips and position himself just so. "You'll always get it...mmmmmph," his own declaration ends in an unrestrained moan as he slides himself deep between her legs.
"Fuuuuuck, yes," he groans, feeling her pussy pulsing around him like a shockwave of pure bliss. "You feel so good, Valdis, queen of my heart, I'm going to fuck you until we both scream ourselves hoarse."
"Talk to me?" Max asks as he pulls a pumpkin seed muffin out of the display and plates it. "Sure. What about?"
Hm. Considering how difficult it seems for Pyotr to get the words out, maybe it's a sensitive question. "Do you... want to step back to my office to talk?"
She pulls subconsciously at the cuffs, wanting to touch him, but she grips the headboard harder as he lifts her hips and slides inside of her. He's hard and ready and his groan draws one from her own lips. The length of him feels perfect, they fit together as nothing else does. Her excitement jumps at his words, so eager to feel him, to have him all to herself, for him to be as pleasured in her body as she is. It's not just the fact she knows he loves her, it's that she can feel it in his soul as well as his touch.
"My king, my heart, I want everything you have and more," she whispers, resisting the urge to break the cuffs. "I am yours to do with as you please."
The last words are part of the game, but the love behind them, the trust, all that is real.
"That might be easier," Pyotr agrees, eyeing the muffin with...not exactly distaste, but...his appetite for food is minimal at the best of times. And this...is not the best of times.
Actually, he's not sure when he last ate at all. The last time Fever visited him, probably. Whenever that was.
He waits until Max has shown him into his office before sighing and saying, "I suppose before we begin, it would be best to clear up any misunderstandings before they can sink in. Do you really know Erik Osborne? I'd heard that the two of you used to be close."
Max can't help but be concerned now. Who looks at a fresh muffin like that? Especially one of his? Erik... what did you do?
There's a desk and two chairs in the small office space. Max wipes off a thin layer of what at first looks like dust from both their chairs with a cloth. It's actually flour dust from the mill that drifts in on the draft. Max takes his seat behind the desk and places the muffin before Pyotr on his side of it.
"Yes, I do. We lived together in our own world before here. We're still close now, but not in the same way. Why? Did something happen?"
"Oh, several things happened," Pyotr wearily agrees, turning the plate in small circles with one hand -- and still making no move to actually touch the muffin. "I find myself in a rather unpleasant and unfamiliar situation. To put it as diplomatically as possible, I've been intimate with Erik for some few months...and now I find my trust thoroughly bruised."
He glances over at Max. Seen up close like this, his eyes are darkly shadowed, to the point that they almost seem to sink into his face. He's either exhausted or deeply unwell. Either way, he probably can't go on like this much longer.
"I was hoping you might relate," he finally says, and sits back in his chair to await Max's response.
Her words spur a greater heat inside his core. He can feel it sinking into bone and sinew, the love they have for one another transcends mere words; it always has. The way she tugs at the handcuffs, however, sparks a far more base need inside him. It's the kind of ego stroke he could only get from knowing she trusts him with control over her, no matter how much of it is fabricated for fun. He wants to make her squirm harder, test her ability to hold back as he drags her into the bliss with him. Pleasing her pleases him, and so the snake eats its own tail in endless loops of pleasure.
"It pleases me to hear you say that," he purrs back into her ear, just before picking up the pace even harder, until he's panting against her chest, his whole body full of tingles at the friction between them. His hands hold her hips with bruising force, so she can't wriggle away from him.
"Oh...Valdis.... I want to last like this forever." He wants to, but the shivers running down his spine heralds his impending orgasm. In an effort to extend the moment, he slows again, because if he doesn't, he knows he's toast. He's sure she can feel it, too.
Max doesn't say anything at first, too busy trying to read between the lines here for... anything that might indicate Pyotr isn't being completely honest. The vague nature of his complaint doesn't really help but his entire countenance is so sunken that it's difficult not to believe he's been grievously wronged. Max can feel himself sinking with disappointment. Oh, Erik, what did you do?
"I'm... not sure I do? I um. I think I'd need to know how he broke your trust?" He rushes to add, "I'm sorry, if it's too hard you don't have to, it's just that... what happened between me and him was different. I've already forgiven him and it's all in the past. But, If he's hurting you right now then that's serious. He promised me he wouldn't do anything like that ever again."
Her breath shudders, small gasps as he moves within her, his bruising grip sparking just as much pleasure as his length sliding in and out. She gulps at his words, at the uptick in the force he applies to her body, she braces hard against the cuffs, against the headboard. Excitement flutters in her chest as she feels him getting closer and closer and his desire to not come too soon, to feel her and delight in her for as long as possible.
She groans, long and low as he slows to a painful pace, denying her as much as himself. The moment of orgasm, the heightened lust, excitement and satisfaction...she loves drawing that from him, feeling it as strongly as he does. She almost aches for it.
"It will," she purrs. "Our love is for all of eternity."
He dips forward to capture a gasp of pleasure between their lips, because those words have sparked a fire in him that won't slow its burning no matter how he tries to draw it out. Seized by such hot lust, his fingers press into her flesh as he brings the pace back up to a roaring crescendo.
His mouth breaks from hers to allow for her name to fly from his lips as a cry of pure ecstasy. "Valdis!! V-al-dnnng!!"
She'll feel it like fireworks going off in his chest and behind his eyes, while orgasmic waves pulse down his spine and out of his cock where it's buried so deep in her heat. It both lasts forever and is over too soon, leaving him panting where he's collapsed against her chest, giddy and light headed.
Is Erik hurting him right now? Pyotr tilts his head to one side, deep in thought. "I haven't spoken to him in nearly two weeks," he finally says. Does that count? Surely Max would know better than him. "But I..." Showing up to this conversation sober was clearly a mistake.
"I miss him," he finally manages to choke out, and immediately reaches for the muffin, peeling away the paper and beginning to deconstruct the top with an intent, grim look on his face. Once it's been reduced to small, fluffy particles, he glances over at Max again and mutters, "You forgave him, yes? How did you do it?"
Max looks very confused until Pyotr comes out and admits that last part. Ah... it's sliding into place now. Is this a lover's quarrel? Did Erik break his heart? He shouldn't laugh, but he's just a little bit giddy with relief. Thank fuck it's not what he thought at first.
He sighing in resignation as he witnesses the destruction of a perfectly good muffin but, hey, if he needs to do it to feel better then Max will, grudgingly, forgive it.
Speaking of forgiveness? How does he even begin to answer that question? He couldn't trace those steps backwards even if he tried. Still, Pyotr looks so desperate. He'll try to give his best answer.
"I... had to... think hard about it. I had to kind of pick apart why things happened and why I was upset and it all felt like a big blurry mess in my head for a really long time. But people helped me by listening, and showing me that I had a right to feel that way. When he showed up again, I had Valdis go with me to confront him and I told him how I really felt.
"After that I took some time away from him, too. But I... I realized I do still love him like a member of my family and I didn't want to not talk to him ever again. So we started talking in public places first. He apologized for the things he did that were wrong. And he's been making sure his actions reflect his promise to me ever since. So. That's how we got to where we are now." It was almost a year of work from both sides--worth it in Max's eyes, but it didn't happen overnight.
"I don't love him," Pyotr says slowly. "It wasn't that kind of --" Not a relationship, more of a -- "Arrangement. But being with him...when we were together, the things he did to me made existence more bearable." There's no shame or embarrassment for him in admitting this; for Pyotr, sex very quickly became a boring and stale cliche, of no interest to him -- until Erik. He is the exception to the rule in so very many ways...and there lies the embarrassment. That this matters so much to him, that he cares. That he...misses it.
"He promised to kill me," he mutters. "But every time we were together, he merely rendered me unconscious instead. Perhaps that seems a small thing to you, something I should even be grateful for. But it's not what I asked for, and he...he agreed. He lied to me. If nothing else, surely you can understand my humiliation. And yet..."
He groans, rubbing his head in frustration. "And yet...the deaths were fake, but the sensations, the emotions they stirred...those were real. I don't know how I am to get by without them."
She's almost dizzy from the burst of lust that explodes from Max, breathing in his kiss like she needs it to live. The power of his thrusts cause a loud gasp to escape her lips as he reaches orgasm, burying himself in her, releasing all of his joy in her and what she gives him even as she thirsts for everything he is. When it's finally over, she wishes they could go again, needing him now more than ever. Such pleasure she can't get from anyone else. But she can feel his exhaustion and the soreness in her own body, the bruises on her wrists that soon fade. He's happy and in turn, so is she.
"He lied to you about something important. I understand why you're upset." Even if he is secretly proud of Erik for not killing the man, it was still wrong to promise something and deliver trickery instead.
"Erik should have been honest with you, and I'm sorry he wasn't. But... you know you don't have to love him to feel like this, right? Not every relationship has to be that to be meaningful, and it does sound like what he was doing for you had more meaning than just, you know, business."
There are so many other ways to care about someone. Max can't help but think, with a reaction like this, that Pyotr was probably more than just a client to Erik. Maybe he's wrong, but he doesn't think he is.
"What do you think it would take for you to forgive him?"
"I really don't know." His lack of experience is telling -- but Max's approach is starting to work. Pyotr is at least thinking about it now, considering Max's words...and how they made him feel.
"At the very least," he says slowly, "I would appreciate real acknowledgement from him that he did wrong. I don't want to hear any more excuses related to his 'personal journey,'" the words, coming from him, drip with scorn, "Or whatever he wishes someone had once done for him. I'm not him, I will never be him." He groans, burying his face in one hand; even that faint show of pique is exhausting. "I wish he had just given me a plain 'no' and left me be, rather than entangling us both in all these dramatics."
"Not sure what he said or did exactly," Max cautions, as the plot only seems to thicken. Personal journey? What? Okay, so these two were definitely some kind of item. He's going to have to talk to Erik about this now, isn't he?
"But I do think that's a very reasonable ask. You want him to prove he knows what he did was wrong, so he won't do it again. He should apologize to you properly. What then? Would you want him to still leave you alone indefinitely, or would you want to try keeping things light between you for a while, mostly when you initiate?" Max kind of hopes it's the second one because that's a lot less awkward at holiday gatherings, but he won't try to influence one way or the other.
"No, I've had enough of him ignoring me," Pyotr says flatly. But, well aware of the irony, he adds, "But I suppose you'd call it unfair if I said I wanted to go on being an angry a while longer, with him there to see it? It's not that I want to make him my punching bag, it just..."
He groans faintly, frustrated with himself. Is saying what he thinks really so difficult? "It doesn't feel finished yet," he finally explains. "He walked away from me before either of us could reach catharsis. I feel as though...If we could just have it out properly, we'd understand each other better, and everything else would follow."
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Re: Post-fight with Erik & zombie event
Date: 2025-06-03 01:15 am (UTC)"Can I get you anything?" Max asks after a while, once the silence starts to become truly awkward for him. "Maybe a muffin?"
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:39 am (UTC)Max beckons for Leon to follow him inside. Dust (or flour) hangs heavy in the crossbeams of sunlight that filter in through the windows of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the slight tang of sourdough.
"What do you have?"
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Date: 2025-06-04 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-06-05 05:25 pm (UTC)"Fuuuuuck, yes," he groans, feeling her pussy pulsing around him like a shockwave of pure bliss. "You feel so good, Valdis, queen of my heart, I'm going to fuck you until we both scream ourselves hoarse."
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Date: 2025-06-06 05:27 pm (UTC)Hm. Considering how difficult it seems for Pyotr to get the words out, maybe it's a sensitive question. "Do you... want to step back to my office to talk?"
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Date: 2025-06-07 05:22 pm (UTC)"My king, my heart, I want everything you have and more," she whispers, resisting the urge to break the cuffs. "I am yours to do with as you please."
The last words are part of the game, but the love behind them, the trust, all that is real.
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Date: 2025-06-09 04:15 am (UTC)Actually, he's not sure when he last ate at all. The last time Fever visited him, probably. Whenever that was.
He waits until Max has shown him into his office before sighing and saying, "I suppose before we begin, it would be best to clear up any misunderstandings before they can sink in. Do you really know Erik Osborne? I'd heard that the two of you used to be close."
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Date: 2025-06-09 02:22 pm (UTC)There's a desk and two chairs in the small office space. Max wipes off a thin layer of what at first looks like dust from both their chairs with a cloth. It's actually flour dust from the mill that drifts in on the draft. Max takes his seat behind the desk and places the muffin before Pyotr on his side of it.
"Yes, I do. We lived together in our own world before here. We're still close now, but not in the same way. Why? Did something happen?"
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Date: 2025-06-11 07:19 am (UTC)He glances over at Max. Seen up close like this, his eyes are darkly shadowed, to the point that they almost seem to sink into his face. He's either exhausted or deeply unwell. Either way, he probably can't go on like this much longer.
"I was hoping you might relate," he finally says, and sits back in his chair to await Max's response.
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Date: 2025-06-19 06:51 pm (UTC)"It pleases me to hear you say that," he purrs back into her ear, just before picking up the pace even harder, until he's panting against her chest, his whole body full of tingles at the friction between them. His hands hold her hips with bruising force, so she can't wriggle away from him.
"Oh...Valdis.... I want to last like this forever." He wants to, but the shivers running down his spine heralds his impending orgasm. In an effort to extend the moment, he slows again, because if he doesn't, he knows he's toast. He's sure she can feel it, too.
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Date: 2025-06-19 06:56 pm (UTC)"I'm... not sure I do? I um. I think I'd need to know how he broke your trust?" He rushes to add, "I'm sorry, if it's too hard you don't have to, it's just that... what happened between me and him was different. I've already forgiven him and it's all in the past. But, If he's hurting you right now then that's serious. He promised me he wouldn't do anything like that ever again."
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Date: 2025-06-21 06:45 pm (UTC)She groans, long and low as he slows to a painful pace, denying her as much as himself. The moment of orgasm, the heightened lust, excitement and satisfaction...she loves drawing that from him, feeling it as strongly as he does. She almost aches for it.
"It will," she purrs. "Our love is for all of eternity."
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Date: 2025-06-24 05:18 pm (UTC)He dips forward to capture a gasp of pleasure between their lips, because those words have sparked a fire in him that won't slow its burning no matter how he tries to draw it out. Seized by such hot lust, his fingers press into her flesh as he brings the pace back up to a roaring crescendo.
His mouth breaks from hers to allow for her name to fly from his lips as a cry of pure ecstasy. "Valdis!! V-al-dnnng!!"
She'll feel it like fireworks going off in his chest and behind his eyes, while orgasmic waves pulse down his spine and out of his cock where it's buried so deep in her heat. It both lasts forever and is over too soon, leaving him panting where he's collapsed against her chest, giddy and light headed.
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Date: 2025-06-27 12:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-06-27 11:19 pm (UTC)"I miss him," he finally manages to choke out, and immediately reaches for the muffin, peeling away the paper and beginning to deconstruct the top with an intent, grim look on his face. Once it's been reduced to small, fluffy particles, he glances over at Max again and mutters, "You forgave him, yes? How did you do it?"
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Date: 2025-07-01 09:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-07-01 09:24 pm (UTC)He sighing in resignation as he witnesses the destruction of a perfectly good muffin but, hey, if he needs to do it to feel better then Max will, grudgingly, forgive it.
Speaking of forgiveness? How does he even begin to answer that question? He couldn't trace those steps backwards even if he tried. Still, Pyotr looks so desperate. He'll try to give his best answer.
"I... had to... think hard about it. I had to kind of pick apart why things happened and why I was upset and it all felt like a big blurry mess in my head for a really long time. But people helped me by listening, and showing me that I had a right to feel that way. When he showed up again, I had Valdis go with me to confront him and I told him how I really felt.
"After that I took some time away from him, too. But I... I realized I do still love him like a member of my family and I didn't want to not talk to him ever again. So we started talking in public places first. He apologized for the things he did that were wrong. And he's been making sure his actions reflect his promise to me ever since. So. That's how we got to where we are now." It was almost a year of work from both sides--worth it in Max's eyes, but it didn't happen overnight.
"I don't know if that really helps you?"
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Date: 2025-07-10 08:18 pm (UTC)"I don't love him," Pyotr says slowly. "It wasn't that kind of --" Not a relationship, more of a -- "Arrangement. But being with him...when we were together, the things he did to me made existence more bearable." There's no shame or embarrassment for him in admitting this; for Pyotr, sex very quickly became a boring and stale cliche, of no interest to him -- until Erik. He is the exception to the rule in so very many ways...and there lies the embarrassment. That this matters so much to him, that he cares. That he...misses it.
"He promised to kill me," he mutters. "But every time we were together, he merely rendered me unconscious instead. Perhaps that seems a small thing to you, something I should even be grateful for. But it's not what I asked for, and he...he agreed. He lied to me. If nothing else, surely you can understand my humiliation. And yet..."
He groans, rubbing his head in frustration. "And yet...the deaths were fake, but the sensations, the emotions they stirred...those were real. I don't know how I am to get by without them."
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Date: 2025-07-13 05:39 pm (UTC)"Happy Birthday, Max."
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Date: 2025-07-14 05:42 pm (UTC)Wrap!
Date: 2025-07-17 11:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-07-18 12:07 am (UTC)"Erik should have been honest with you, and I'm sorry he wasn't. But... you know you don't have to love him to feel like this, right? Not every relationship has to be that to be meaningful, and it does sound like what he was doing for you had more meaning than just, you know, business."
There are so many other ways to care about someone. Max can't help but think, with a reaction like this, that Pyotr was probably more than just a client to Erik. Maybe he's wrong, but he doesn't think he is.
"What do you think it would take for you to forgive him?"
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Date: 2025-07-21 07:36 pm (UTC)"At the very least," he says slowly, "I would appreciate real acknowledgement from him that he did wrong. I don't want to hear any more excuses related to his 'personal journey,'" the words, coming from him, drip with scorn, "Or whatever he wishes someone had once done for him. I'm not him, I will never be him." He groans, burying his face in one hand; even that faint show of pique is exhausting. "I wish he had just given me a plain 'no' and left me be, rather than entangling us both in all these dramatics."
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Date: 2025-07-25 03:32 am (UTC)"But I do think that's a very reasonable ask. You want him to prove he knows what he did was wrong, so he won't do it again. He should apologize to you properly. What then? Would you want him to still leave you alone indefinitely, or would you want to try keeping things light between you for a while, mostly when you initiate?" Max kind of hopes it's the second one because that's a lot less awkward at holiday gatherings, but he won't try to influence one way or the other.
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Date: 2025-07-28 06:55 pm (UTC)He groans faintly, frustrated with himself. Is saying what he thinks really so difficult? "It doesn't feel finished yet," he finally explains. "He walked away from me before either of us could reach catharsis. I feel as though...If we could just have it out properly, we'd understand each other better, and everything else would follow."