It was too late to worry about anything other than getting off.
Barshai's words lit his blood with living heat, nearly as tangible as the hot press of flesh.
He worked his cock with renewed hunger, jerking his hand along his length.
His breath came hard and savage against the receiver, nothing to spare for words.
Taras thought of fucking Barshai.
He could see it, behind closed eyes.
Wrestling down a man of Barshai's strength, rutting him like a beast.
His cock buried deep in Barshai's ass, pounding him relentlessly. The press of their naked bodies together, muscle versus muscle, Taras' tattoos dark on his sweat-slick skin, branding him like a tiger.
Taras felt his cock surge.
It hit with a blinding rush, splattering heat across his palm and thighs, soaking into wool.
He shuddered, bucking on the bed, his strength and bulk enough to rock it on its stand.
The noise he made was animalistic, unrestrained and primal.
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It was too late to worry about anything other than getting off.
Barshai's words lit his blood with living heat, nearly as tangible as the hot press of flesh.
He worked his cock with renewed hunger, jerking his hand along his length.
His breath came hard and savage against the receiver, nothing to spare for words.
Taras thought of fucking Barshai.
He could see it, behind closed eyes.
Wrestling down a man of Barshai's strength, rutting him like a beast.
His cock buried deep in Barshai's ass, pounding him relentlessly. The press of their naked bodies together, muscle versus muscle, Taras' tattoos dark on his sweat-slick skin, branding him like a tiger.
Taras felt his cock surge.
It hit with a blinding rush, splattering heat across his palm and thighs, soaking into wool.
He shuddered, bucking on the bed, his strength and bulk enough to rock it on its stand.
The noise he made was animalistic, unrestrained and primal.