Taras glanced between Liadov and his proffered wrist.
He exhaled, long and slow.
"Might as well do it right."
He caught Liadov's other wrist as he had the first, not too fast and not too hard. Taras held Liadov there for a moment, staring at him, then he pushed him back slowly against the rough brick wall.
Taras pinned Liadov's arms above his head.
"This is crazy," he whispered, then leaned in to kiss him.
It was also not hard and not fast, but firm and hungry. His mouth parted against Liadov's. Taras could taste the cognac on his lips, and the salt on his tongue.
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Date: 2009-01-22 09:32 am (UTC)He exhaled, long and slow.
"Might as well do it right."
He caught Liadov's other wrist as he had the first, not too fast and not too hard. Taras held Liadov there for a moment, staring at him, then he pushed him back slowly against the rough brick wall.
Taras pinned Liadov's arms above his head.
"This is crazy," he whispered, then leaned in to kiss him.
It was also not hard and not fast, but firm and hungry. His mouth parted against Liadov's. Taras could taste the cognac on his lips, and the salt on his tongue.