taras_oleksei

Merkurii couldn't suppress a noise of abrupt surprise, choked out of his flexing throat.

"A promise and a threat," he murmured, labored by the distant thundering of climax. "I like that about you."

It wouldn't take much now. His thighs trembled powerfully with tension and need.

He unbridled his tongue along with his lust, speaking freely and fiercely, the way Isaev seemed to like him.

"I could suck you off, on your back, like a prince. In the Major's bed."

Barshai licked his lips, redoubling as his back arched up from the bed.

"It smells like him, Captain. Like his cologne and his body."

He clenched his teeth.

"I'm going to shoot off, thinking about you pounding my ass."

Barshai made a noise of urgency.

"I want you to come for me. Help me get off, Oleksei."