"How did the session go?" Alexander asked, eyeing him carefully.

"It went well," Daniel replied confidently, reclining as the partition began to close. "Very well. It's the first time I've felt so comfortable with Dmitri; usually, he has a rather depressing effect on me."

Alexander promptly shifted closer, caressed his knee, kissed him on the cheek, and nuzzled his nose against Daniel's, purring happily. Daniel turned slightly, reciprocating with a kiss, and inexplicably felt a warmth and lightness in his heart, a desire to cuddle and snuggle. Perhaps it was the unexpectedly warm and cheerful spring that had painted the typically dreary city in pleasant colors, or maybe it was the impending success of the project, for which Alexander had promised him five percent of the deal... But the dark cloud that had hung over him for the three days following the ill-fated concert had lifted.

"You had dinner before the session, right?" Alexander's hand slid higher up his thigh.

"You know everything I do, so why ask?" Daniel shifted slightly lower, parting his knees wider - the green, cat-like eyes flashed recognizing the unmistakable invitation.

"Am I not allowed to ask?" Alexander grasped the growing bulge, applying a bit more pressure, and murmured, "Seems like someone's feeling frisky today."

"Feeling frisky indeed," Daniel agreed, his breath hitching as his fingers applied pressure; the thick woolen fabric hugged his sensitive cock, producing a pleasant sensation. He had been simmering in this state of arousal all day, irritated by the persistent distraction of desire. It would have been manageable if he merely wanted to jerk off, but no, it was Alexander he yearned for - an inexplicable fixation. The therapy session had been particularly challenging; Daniel often squirmed and blushed, describing prison life to Dmitri Vasilievich while his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Damn, this drive feels endless," Alexander groaned, hastily retrieving his cellphone from his pocket. "I am randy as a rabbit in heat."

"Oh, look, we're passing by the hotel," Daniel remarked casually, a smile of anticipation spreading across his face as Alexander, hitting a button, rushed to the partition and demanded, "Stop here!"

In the hotel lobby, Daniel hung back near the elevator, avoiding the need to openly explain why he and Alexander were booking a room together. An impatient foot stomp betrayed his eagerness for Alexander to finish the check-in. Alexander, on the other hand, seemed utterly unabashed; he propelled Daniel into the elevator with an excited demeanor that left no room for ambiguity in the minds of the hotel staff. Daniel pressed his shoulder blades against the wall, emitting a mild hiss of irritation at Alexander's exuberance, yet he eagerly responded to the kiss, gripping the lapels of Alexander's jacket. Any inclination to reprimand vanished from his mind in an instant as the kiss consumed his thoughts entirely.

As they reached their room, they stumbled against the walls, knocking elbows and knees, and once inside, Daniel's haste caused him to trip and fall to the floor, breaking his fall with his hands. Alexander wasted no time in helping him up; instead, he swiftly removed his coat, tore off his long-sleeve, and fumbled with his belt. Daniel was equally fervent; his hands clashed with Alexander's, swiftly removing Alexander's jacket and tearing his shirt apart, scattering buttons across the floor. His eyes greedily devoured the sight of exposed skin, yearning to kiss, lick, and bite. He nibbled at Alexander's chin, traced his tongue along the quivering throat, relishing the intoxicating blend of sweat, the bitter hint of wood cologne, and lotion. Pressing his lips to Alexander's jugular, he teased his nipples, making Alexander moan and breathe raggedly, who then seized his lips in a biting kiss.

"I do not know what you discuss in the psychotherapy sessions, but please go there every day," Alexander wheezed as he squeezed lube onto his fingers.

"We mostly discuss you," Daniel whispered, panting and arching up to meet the fingers that penetrated him. His entrance lit up from the assertive penetration, and Daniel jerked his leg out of his pant leg and opened wider. Alexander, wielding one hand between Daniel's legs, rummaged in his pants pocket with the other and moaned pleadingly.

"I forgot the condoms, let's go in raw? Please, go in raw."

"OK," Daniel pulled himself up under his knees, wincing at the pain in his sacrum on the hard floor. And a sharp pang of tenderness - Alexander, already fired up, with a stoned, crazy look in his eyes, had still taken care of him, slipping his expensive Brioni jacket underneath him before he'd made himself comfortable.

But he could not hold - his thrust inward sent a maddening pain through Daniel's entire body.

Daniel screamed - the penetration was too harsh and painful not to flash back to another scene, much more brutal and monstrous. He pressed his hands against Alexander's chest, his heels against the floor to crawl away, to escape, and cried out again, louder, more panicked. Alexander pressed him to the floor, intercepted his hands, whispered affectionately.

"I'm sorry, Danechka, I'm sorry. Shh, it's me, Sasha. No one will hurt you."

And Daniel collapsed, still squirming, feeling the pain fade as Alexander breathed excitedly, kissing him haphazardly. His cock was shrinking inside, no longer pressing tearingly against the tight walls. He was being embraced, covered in the heated, familiar scent of a loving man, not a rapist, not one of those... Daniel shook painfully in relief, whimpered pitifully, pressing his face into the smooth, sweat covered, muscular chest.

"Shall we lie down, Danechka?" Alexander rose, threw off his shoes, pulled him close with his arms, lifted him up and carried him. On the bed he lay down with him, on top of him, spreading him out, tucking him under, soothing him with his calm, reliable weight, and began to kiss him affectionately. The touch of his lips was almost weightless, soft and yet desperate, begging for forgiveness, for absolution.

And Daniel, falling under the enchantment of those kisses, blurred, mesmerized. Caught Alexander's lips in his own, merging into the kiss, sharing his emotions too, asking for the protection, the warmth he lacked. It didn't bother him that he was asking for warmth from the very person who had deprived him of it - there was no one else in the world who could give it to him.

He was loved, infinitely loved - no question, no desire to hurt - and that was the only thing that mattered.

Daniel stroked his shoulder long, moved to his back, jerking up from the sheer excitement, returned to his shoulder and clung to it stiffly, muttering.

"Well, you're an asshole. That hurt."

"I'm sorry, Danny," Alexander repeated. "How is it now?"

"It's fine now," Daniel pressed on his chest, forcing him to pull away. "Get off me, you are heavy."

Alexander obediently rolled over, grabbed the edge of the blanket to pull out from under them and cover himself, but Daniel stopped him. He sat up, looking down at him, frozen in an awkward pose, watching him expectantly: his wavy blond hair disheveled, tangled in a sloppy clump over his ear; his green eyes, in which the pupils had narrowed from stress to pinpricks, glittered restlessly; his red lips, which had lost their contour from kissing, opened helplessly. The ruthless strong predator lost his predatory nature, turned before his victim into a weak one, waiting for retribution. And a powerful hot tenderness surged up, swirled in the lower abdomen again the desire, rolled a wave of goosebumps over her body, made him push Alexander to fall on his back, to ride him.

Alexander stared at him incomprehensibly, but with a slight hopefulness, running wary eyes over his face, searching for an answer to the confounding behavior. Daniel bent over him, smiling, seeing his tiny replicas in the pupils that had begun to dilate, slid lower, and bit his right nipple. Alexander cried out softly, hissed, but he didn't push away, just stroked his hair gently, consenting to the pain, consenting to the vengeance. Daniel licked a swollen, bleeding nipple, and ruffled the light curls between his bulging pecs. He liked the furryness of Alexander's hair - he didn't know why, but he liked it - it was all fluffy from his chest to his feet. If at first even to touch the delicate curls was disgusting, now he liked to rub his cheek against them, to twirl them with his fingers. He put his ear to the erratic iliac pulse and exhaled.

"Let's do it again, only differently."

Beneath his chest, the wet cock grew instantly - much faster than his usual, smelling of an honest physiological stench that caused no rejection. Daniel was pulled up - quickly, but without frightening harshness, kissed deeply. Alexander clarified, panting, choking with happiness.

"How do you want it?"

"On top," Daniel whispered, and added with a chuckle when Alexander blinked confusedly. "I'll ride you."

"You can take me, too, if you want," Alexander wrapped his palms around his face. "Whatever you want, Danny."

"We won't make any unnecessary sacrifices, but I'll keep it in mind for the future," Daniel said, slipping his hand behind his back and inserting a finger inside, noting the sensation - there was no pain, just a slight tingle. As he lifted himself up, grasping the tense, throbbing shaft, Alexander hesitated, trembling weakly. But Daniel pressed down imperiously, dismissing any need for lubricant.

"Wait, I'll get the lube, you still need to stretch," Alexander insisted, but Daniel waved him off.

"Don't. And in general, don't try to control the process, I'll do everything myself," he guided the head into himself, squeezing his eyes shut as the large head opened the sphincter, rocking gently as he lowered himself carefully. This time, the sensation felt so good, so full, so necessary, that his own cock surged, filled with blood to the limit. Alexander hesitantly reached for his cock, running his fingertips along the shaft, silently seeking permission. Daniel nodded, granting consent, and Alexander tightly braided his fingers around it.

The heat surged as Alexander's fingers moved on his cock, causing Daniel to sweat. Shifting slightly to find the right angle, he cried out as a sharp spasm of pleasure ripped through his nervous system, reigniting the frenzied excitement. No longer cautious, Daniel thrust sharper, more dynamically, relishing every tight roll of his cock over his prostate.

Alexander intercepted his hands, lacing their fingers together, and shifted the weight of Daniel's body onto himself. However, he refrained from taking further action, allowing Daniel to lead, even though the tension on his face revealed his desire to push up with his hips and take control of the moment.Their voices echoed with moans, unbridled and unrestrained. The wet slapping of their bodies against each other, the sound of kisses, and the cries of pleasure mingled in the air.

Daniel's eyes stung with acrid sweat, his body tingling as it approached climax, moving more chaotically, faster. And then everything exploded in a white flash. Daniel felt like he was disintegrating into atoms, screaming without hearing his own voice. In that moment, there was no painful past, no uncertain future. There was only a blissful, liberating emptiness – la petite mort.

Daniel rested atop Alexander, their bodies slick with sweat, a carefree smile gracing his lips. He traced his finger along Alexander's bruised and tender nipple, absorbing the sound of Alexander's voice resonating within his chest.

"Do you feel good, darling? Hmm? I can feel it, I sense it. God, I died and I am reborn. I lo... I adore you, Danechka. Are you cold? Shouldn't you take a shower? Hmm? Aren't you hungry? Yeah. Shh, don't speak, don't speak. Let's just lay here like this. Do you want to visit Lake Baikal, just the two of us? The ice should still be there, it must be stunning. You wanted to go, remember? Or maybe we'll head somewhere warm, wherever you desire, just tell me."

Leaving the hotel in the dead of night, Daniel's long-sleeved shirt stretched over Alexander's muscular chest, threatening to tear - the torn shirt had to be thrown away. Daniel wrapped himself in his trench coat, the silk lining unpleasantly sliding against his bare skin. The atmosphere was drowsy, tranquil, and languid, tenderness evident in every moment: in Alexander's gentle touch, in his joyous gaze, in Daniel's fingers intertwined with his, in his longing to snuggle close and soak in his love. In the car, Daniel rested against Alexander's firm knees, comforted by the stroke of his hand through his hair, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile, thinking that this way he could endure his sentence with ease.