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Day 24 -- Yefim Bobrov

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Face Sitting with Yefim Bobrov x f!Sole

Yefim is just a big ole softy with a stern expression, if you ask me. He's also just doing his best, and definitely deserves a break once in awhile 👀

So, here's this! Hope y'all like it! 😁

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Included: Face Sitting, face riding, oral sex, cunnilingus, comfort, overstimulation, little bit of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

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Sole’s eyes snapped open at the slam of the door, blinking awake in the dim of the hotel room as she sat up with a start.

A soft thud sounded from the too-dark space in front of her, a rough outline of a man leaning against the door. Another thud, and Sole realized it was her partner’s head making the noise, jamming against the back of the door as Yefim huffed out a sigh.

“Long night?” Sole scooched forward in the bed, tossing the sheet to the side as she made to get up, but Yefim stilled her with a wave of his hand.

“Very. Just glad it’s over with.”

He pushed off the door, dragging his feet along the carpet as he approached the bed and sat heavily down next to her.

“Sorry for late night.” Yefim said quietly as he looked down at his knees. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“I was only dozing,” Sole said on a yawn, unintentionally, as she leaned to the side, letting her head fall into his shoulder affectionately. Yefim wrapped an arm about her, pulling her closer by the hip.

“You wanna talk about it at all?” Sole wrapped her arms around his waist in turn, using that as an excuse to lean further into his warmth.

“Not particularly. But…” Another sigh escaped him, and she felt the dramatic rise and fall of his shoulders with the heavy breath.

“But?” She prodded, feeling the way his frustration was bubbling up over his skin. Almost like it was crawling out from beneath her hands.

“But… It's just my brother. Nothing new.”

“Hmm. What did he d–”

“He asked me to try and run the bar again, when he knows I-I can’t do it. He knows this.” Yefim’s free hand gestured heavily, punctuating the irritation that accompanied every word. “First he was drinking on the job, as I’ve asked him not to do a hundred or more times.”

Sole felt his urge to pace building in him, but his reluctance to unwrap his arm from her, to pull himself away from her grasp was too strong. Instead, his one hand did the brunt of the work, continuing to flail and wave alongside the notable rise and fall of his tone.

“Then he asks if I can be behind bar. Is he lunatic? Man the bar and babysit?” He huffed a humorless laugh, “So I am out there, running whole place. Whole place, while Vadim and friends drink until Scarlett finally makes call to give them watered down drinks instead. Already they were too wasted to even know their drinks were shit, but it’s the principle of it.”

Another frustrated sigh left the man, and Sole released her hold to let him fall back on the bed. Yefim’s arms spread wide as he made his final gestures with his eyes tightly closed. As if that could shut out the memory of it all.

“Now I shoo drunk customers, I clean, I close bar, close inn, I drag stupid brother to bed, and come back to you later than you deserve. Is ridiculous.”

“That is ridiculous, Yefim.” The bed shifted as Sole laid back on the mattress beside him. “And… you’ve talked to him about his drinking?”

“Thousand times. At least. Vadim says good for business to have bartender that is also having good time. Horseshit says me.”

“And me.” Sole piped up, “I just… Maybe I can try talking to him.”

Yefim’s head swiveled to the side, looking into her bright eyes in the darkness of the room.

“You’re his brother, you know? Maybe he’d listen if it was someone else mentioning it.”

“Maybe…” He said, unconvinced.

“I can at least try, okay?” Sole pressed forward as she faced him, touching her lips to his as reassuringly as she could. “And for the record, you can wake me to come and help, if you want.”

Even in the darkness, Sole could see the way Yefim’s jaw dropped even at the mere thought of it.

“Wake you for that? Never, myla moya. Could not dream of it.”

“Look, I had a newborn not too long ago– well, relatively speaking, so I’m no stranger to being woken–”

“And I’m saying I will not have it, Sole. Not because of my idiot of a brother.”

Sole let out a light chuckle, and heard Yefim echo it sweetly, some of the night’s irritation trickling away with the bits of creeping levity.

“Okay, baby. Well, just let me know if there is something I can do. I’d love to help you out in some way.”

Yefim hummed at that, somewhere between a thoughtful sound and one holding a bit more… mischief.

“Maybe is one thing.” He whispered, and Sole could hear the blush in his little voice.

“And that is…?” She led on, allowing the fingers of one hand to brush down over his bicep playfully.

“You know, lyubov. You make me say it loud?”

She nodded, and her teeth gleamed in the dim with the vastness of her grin.

A dramatic sigh escaped him, and the muscles of Yefim’s arm tensed beneath Sole’s touch.

“Fine. Fine! I say… Need you here, Sole.”

“Where?” She teased, “I can’t see where you pointed in the dark.”

Another groan from him had Sole shaking from her giggles, and now she could see the way her partner’s face had transformed. First from a tense and creased frustration, to a flushed embarrassment, and now to a playful delight that had butterflies dancing in her belly.

“Want you here, schuman!”

Sole squealed as Yefim rounded on her, his arms pulling her body over his until she straddled him; but he didn’t keep himself in place, instead shimmying his body down the mattress until her panty-covered heat lay flush over his face.

A groan left him almost immediately, as Yefim’s hands went to her thighs, gripping tightly to their plushness as they surrounded his head. He took a deep breath in, a cooling sensation washing over Sole’s center as he sucked in, tasting her sweetness through the fabric.

“Ahh, Yefim…” She breathed out his name as her hands grasped to the prickly top of his shaved head, holding him in place as his spit began to wet through the front of her underwear.

“Should’ve taken these off first, baby.” Sole took a peek down at his face, to see his reaction to her words, but the man was already lost in her. His eyes were closed in bliss, his mouth already laving over her heat with reckless abandon that had her reeling in her attempt to keep up.

“Yefim, darling, I–” Sole’s head fell back with a moan as he nipped at her, his bottom teeth catching on her clothed clit in just the right way to make her hips buck against him.

“Will take off in moment.” He promised with a muffled voice, before the whole of his mouth was undulating against her pussy, kissing her lower lips like he would the ones upon her face. With finesse, with tenacity, he went at her until Sole was rutting against him in earnest.

Then, as her own wetness too began to soil the cotton garment, Yefim’s deceptively strong arms lifted her clean off of him.

“Take off, and then come back to me.” He commanded her, and Sole followed easily. Out of breath and glistening with a light layer of sweat, Sole moved back to remove the sopping panties, as well as the longsleeve she wore with the intent to sleep.

This was not sleeping, and the thing was much too warm for all this activity, but the main reason for it to come off sounded from below.

“Dermo, Sole, you are…” Yefim finished his… compliment? With a groan as she sidled up over his body again. His eyes followed her, her expression, as she looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, her breasts, where they jutted out pleasantly and jiggled slightly from her movements, that soft, plush stomach, her rounded hips… and she was all his.

Sole could see that thought clearly in his rich, dark gaze, the way his mouth seemed to water just from the sight of her overtop him.

“Ty takyj garnyj. You are so beautiful.” Yefim reached his hands out as he spoke, lovingly pressing his fingers into the give of her ass, his thumbs to her hipbones, guiding her back to her rightful place over his waiting mouth.

Sole’s grin couldn’t be contained as he eased her down until his lips could press to the slick heat of her folds once more. At least, not until that blushy, sweet expression was dashed from her face as Yefim began his work.

His mouth moved over her lower lips like he was trying to smother her, his tongue prodding and laving like she was a hive with delectable honey nestled deep inside, just waiting to be claimed as his. Sole had to steady her hands on the mattress to keep from toppling over with the array of sensations he poured onto her.

“Yefim,” She breathed, “It’s like you’re starving.”

He mumbled out his agreements from below, the grip on her thighs increasing almost to the point of pain. Her breath picked up, her hips rocked, and the point of Yefim’s nose ground against her clit in such a way, it had her legs shaking and her fingers clenching until they ached from the pressure over the bedsheets.

“Jesus, baby, d-don’t stop.”

Sole knew he wouldn’t, not now, as she grew closer and closer to her release, nearer to pouring out her affection over his hungry, pleading tongue.

Yefim knew it too, with the way her movements grew jagged and erratic over him. Even with the painful ram of her clit into his nose with too much force, even with the whole weight of her riding and rutting into his mouth, damn-near smothering him, Yefim only pushed further into her– inviting the smothering, if it meant he could taste every last bit of her love, if he could bury himself in her forevermore and forget every worry, every frustration in his life in favor of this.

If this could be his life… He would die to make it happen. If that were the price of it.

Sole cried out as his fingers pressed bruises into her thighs, as her body stuttered one final time and yelled out his name for any still awake enough to hear.

She didn’t care. They had her Yefim up and working until this very point, and it rubbed her all the right ways to think some of those drunken jerks might be awake right now, listening to all the ways Yefim can please his woman, even after dealing with their sorry asses all evening.

She made him sound damn good.

His name continued leaving her on a series of breaths, as her legs shook with sheer bliss, as her stomach tightened and released, as her toes curled and her fingers clenched and she saw colors bursting behind her eyelids against the loud darkness of the room.

“F-fuck, baby, I can’t–” Another broken moan interrupted her, as his hands stayed locked like the unforgiving jaws of a metal clamp over either of her thighs, and his mouth continued nursing and nipping over her oversensitive clit.

“Ahh, Yefim, that’s… you got me, I’m–”

A weak gush of slick burst from her as her clit pulsed against his rubbing, prodding tongue, and Sole felt her head go light from the great release of pressure for the second time in such a short span.

“You can… holy shit, you, you got me.”

Her muscles quivered, her legs trembled and she tried to rise away from the overwhelming contact, her sore legs straining in his iron hold.

“Yefim, can’t take any more. Please.”

The innkeeper growled at her protests, obviously far from finished in his mind, as he loudly lapped and slurped at her slickness. It had Sole flushing with more than just oversensitivity and arousal, but with embarrassment at his shamelessness.

“Hon…” She tried one last time, weakly, as a sad little whine escaped her sore throat, as she felt herself shudder again with a muted half-climax that left her in a daze over him.

At last, her partner’s grip eased, and he guided her drained body from overtop him, and back onto the mattress.

A brief few moments of darkness passed, and Sole blinked her heavy eyes open from where she rested against the plush pillows at the correct end of the bed. She barely had the consciousness left to discern how she’d gotten here at all, until Yefim’s form swam into her focus.

“Thank you, dearest.” He whispered, and she felt the warmth of a rag pressing between her soaked thighs. Pleasure sparked from the pressure, but Yefim pulled away a moment later, after he deemed her clean.

“The best distraction in all the wasteland.” Another– she assumed, short– blink, and Yefim was in bed beside her, shirtless and in soft sweatpants as he folded her into his arms.

“We can sleep now, lyubov moya. Finally.”

One last blink turned to unconsciousness, as Yefim pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, and Sole drifted off into a notably heavy sleep.

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