Taras growled against Liadov's lips, low and appreciative.
Already he could feel his blood shooting hotly down his body and into his cock, leaving him light-headed and dizzy. Kissing had that effect on him, moreso than anything else. Taras had to pause to breathe.
He rubbed his crotch into Liadov's thigh, roughly. Liadov felt hard between his legs, the solid muscle of a man. Like the way it was in the Zone.
But Liadov was not like the men in the Zone. He smelled clean, skin spiced with cognac and musk, and he was hungry, but not desperate. There was something warm and vital about the way his body thrummed against Taras', as if beneath that mild and mannered exterior beat the heart of a fellow predator.
Taras was beginning to understand what it was about Liadov that seemed to draw Isaev.
Taras adjusted his grip, trapping both of Liadov's wrists with one hand now, pinning them to the wall above his head. Taras reached down with his free hand between them, and began to unfasten the lowermost buttons on Liadov's coat.
"Just relax," he whispered, against Liadov's lips.
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Already he could feel his blood shooting hotly down his body and into his cock, leaving him light-headed and dizzy. Kissing had that effect on him, moreso than anything else. Taras had to pause to breathe.
He rubbed his crotch into Liadov's thigh, roughly. Liadov felt hard between his legs, the solid muscle of a man. Like the way it was in the Zone.
But Liadov was not like the men in the Zone. He smelled clean, skin spiced with cognac and musk, and he was hungry, but not desperate. There was something warm and vital about the way his body thrummed against Taras', as if beneath that mild and mannered exterior beat the heart of a fellow predator.
Taras was beginning to understand what it was about Liadov that seemed to draw Isaev.
Taras adjusted his grip, trapping both of Liadov's wrists with one hand now, pinning them to the wall above his head. Taras reached down with his free hand between them, and began to unfasten the lowermost buttons on Liadov's coat.
"Just relax," he whispered, against Liadov's lips.