"I always want more," hissed Barshai, gasping. "I'll make you surprise yourself, Captain."
Oleksei seemed to have become cozy with the idea of fucking him. Not that Merkurii had anticipated anything else.
The thug's eyes had glimmered and brimmed with arousal and confusion from the beginning, even when winding up to punch him across the face. Oleksei was a queer. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
In fact, Barshai couldn't wait to physically inform him of that fact.
"God, I want you, Oleksei. I want you now. I want to come."
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Oleksei seemed to have become cozy with the idea of fucking him. Not that Merkurii had anticipated anything else.
The thug's eyes had glimmered and brimmed with arousal and confusion from the beginning, even when winding up to punch him across the face. Oleksei was a queer. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
In fact, Barshai couldn't wait to physically inform him of that fact.
"God, I want you, Oleksei. I want you now. I want to come."
His words came out in dry, rushed whispers.
"I wish you were here."