Dimah was bored out of his mind, scrolling through his phone for the hundredth time when a message from an old acquaintance, Prohor, caught his eye. He hadn't seen Prohor in years, not since they were both wild and free, living life on the edge.
"Hey, Dimah. Want to meet up for tea?"
Dimah hesitated for a moment before responding. He was feeling lonely, and the thought of some company was appealing. "Sure, why not. Come on over."
Prohor arrived at Dimah's apartment twenty minutes later, dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and jeans. Dimah couldn't help but notice the way Prohor was checking him out as he prepared the tea. He felt a spark of attraction, and he couldn't deny it.
"Nice outfit," Dimah said, making a playful insult. "You look like you're trying too hard."
Prohor laughed and shot back, "And you look like you've given up. At least I make an effort."
Dimah couldn't help but smile. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed bantering with Prohor. They continued to talk and laugh as they drank their tea, and the tension between them grew.
Dimah felt bold and decided to make a suggestive comment. "You know, Prohor, you have the nicest ass I've ever seen."
Prohor didn't back down. "And you have the prettiest eyes. I could get lost in them."
Dimah leaned in and kissed Prohor, who responded eagerly. The two began to undress each other, and Dimah led Prohor to his bedroom. He pushed Prohor onto the bed and began to kiss him passionately.
Dimah started to undress Prohor roughly, and Prohor moaned in pleasure and pain. Dimah entered Prohor harshly, and Prohor cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure on his face.
Dimah started to thrust harder and faster, and Prohor couldn't help but beg for more. The two reached their climax, and Dimah collapsed onto Prohor, both of them panting and sweating.
Dimah smiled and said, "I'll make sure to put some ice in the tea next time."
Prohor laughed and replied, "I'll hold you to that."
As they lay in bed, Dimah couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected guest. He had forgotten how good it felt to be desired, to be wanted. And he couldn't wait to see what the next time would bring.
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