Oh fuck. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Yes.
Just imagine it, though.
Face to face, he’s holding on to you as tightly as he can, face buried in your neck. He’s moving his hips nice and slow, going deeper and just hitting all the right places. But that’s not even what turns you on the most. Because Misha is moaning into your neck. Soft moans. And then his breath hitches when it’s just too good to breathe. Then it’s your name on his lips as he fills you up.
Or maybe from behind? You’re on your knees and oh god, he’s fucking you nice and hard. Real fast, too. He’s making his animalistic grunts and groans as he fucks into you. Then his thrusts start to stutter, and he just growls as he gets closer and closer to finishing. He’d be louder than ever when he finally came, all his built up pleasure finally being released in a scream. He doesn’t even care that everyone can hear, it just feels so good.