Artyom Anoufriev - Blog Posts

two teen boys get horny and intimate

a nikityom fanfic

I wish they were girls instead

the nights of Irkutsk were famillar-- nothing ever changed that much. While that statement may apply to the weather, it did not apply to the nature of the relationship between two teenage boys; Nikita Lytkin and Artyom Anoufriev.

Artyom sat on Nikita's bed, legs spread with his jeans and boxers down to his pale ankles. he looked down on Nikita, both literally in the moment and figuratively in their odd dynamic.

Nikita, on the other hand, did not seem as confident or as content. although his facial expression didn't properly express his true feelings. his usually empty stomach churned with an odd and wicked excitement that words struggled to describe. not even his thoughts could find a way.

*insert dick sucking*

im kidding im just really grossed out by dicks

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the air seemed to hold still as Nikita held his breath, watching Artyom's dick twitch eagerly? that couldn't be right though, Artyom was much too good for that-- too good for dumb Nikita. (my back hurts).

"what are you waiting for? doom? hurry up and suck, kitja."

Artyom laughed, a wolfish grin on his face.

it was always like that, Artyom playing the big bad wolf.

Nikita was a small bunny rabbit, weak and innocent.

yet that innocence was temporary. it wouldn't last and this moment seemed to be the final nail in the coffin for that.

two pale pink lips fluttered on the tip of Artyom's dick which was already dripping with precum. (nausea im nauseous please). once more, time seemed to freeze. Nikita wrapped his tongue around Artyom's dick, causing the latter blonde to gasp and his hand shot out to grab Nikita's tangled and dark hair.

the sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in Artyom's body had set alight with a pleasure-- a horrifically sexy euphoria that he had never experienced. the birds sang and chirped in his head, musical notes and chimes tinkling in his stomach like butterflies migrating.

Nikita gasped, the mere feeling of his hot breath made Artyom nearly jump. every little touch and movement was pushing him towards finishing. it seems all that anticipation had been worth it.

how embarrassing, Artyom groaned mentally, he had thought that he'd be disatisfied with Nikita's work but his world had been flipped.

he came faster than he had ever expected to. the end.