Taras clenched his hand around his crotch, baring gritted teeth.
"Okei. Hang on."
He set the receiver down so he could undo his pants and pull out his cock without having to fumble around one-handed. Taras let his thighs spread open.
He pulled the phone to him again.
"Khorosho."
He thought of Barshai, muscular and naked in Isaev's bed.
Taras stroked his hard, blunt cock in the rhythm he knew well. He was aching so deeply it hurt.
"I just - " His breath hitched. "I need this. It's been a long time since I've..."
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Taras clenched his hand around his crotch, baring gritted teeth.
"Okei. Hang on."
He set the receiver down so he could undo his pants and pull out his cock without having to fumble around one-handed. Taras let his thighs spread open.
He pulled the phone to him again.
"Khorosho."
He thought of Barshai, muscular and naked in Isaev's bed.
Taras stroked his hard, blunt cock in the rhythm he knew well. He was aching so deeply it hurt.
"I just - " His breath hitched. "I need this. It's been a long time since I've..."
He couldn't bring himself to say it.