"Then you already have what happened last time," he said, pointedly. "And neither of us wants anyone to hear that."
Especially Isaev.
He yanked Liadov's belt open, hard, then undid his fly, reaching in immediately, seeking Liadov's cock.
"There. Da. That's good."
Liadov's prick felt smooth and hot against his palm. It was arousing just to touch it, to feel it rise and harden.
It reminded him of the Zone, but at the same time, it was different. The furtive urgency was not present, and neither was the fear of discovery, either by the guards, or other prisoners who would take advantage of their distraction. Somehow that urgency had made it less depraved, more about need than will.
Taras frowned slightly, pausing.
He pushed open Liadov's pants and looked down at his arching cock. It was larger than average, and curved gracefully under his touch. It was crowned by a pelt of dark flaxen hair that looked extremely thick and soft.
After a moment, he looked up again, and then leaned in, bringing his lips to the full curve of Liadov's mouth.
"We'll do it like in the Zone," he whispered. "I'll jerk you off up against the wall."
He took Liadov's cock more firmly in hand, and began to stroke him.
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Date: 2009-01-23 05:56 pm (UTC)"Then you already have what happened last time," he said, pointedly. "And neither of us wants anyone to hear that."
Especially Isaev.
He yanked Liadov's belt open, hard, then undid his fly, reaching in immediately, seeking Liadov's cock.
"There. Da. That's good."
Liadov's prick felt smooth and hot against his palm. It was arousing just to touch it, to feel it rise and harden.
It reminded him of the Zone, but at the same time, it was different. The furtive urgency was not present, and neither was the fear of discovery, either by the guards, or other prisoners who would take advantage of their distraction. Somehow that urgency had made it less depraved, more about need than will.
Taras frowned slightly, pausing.
He pushed open Liadov's pants and looked down at his arching cock. It was larger than average, and curved gracefully under his touch. It was crowned by a pelt of dark flaxen hair that looked extremely thick and soft.
After a moment, he looked up again, and then leaned in, bringing his lips to the full curve of Liadov's mouth.
"We'll do it like in the Zone," he whispered. "I'll jerk you off up against the wall."
He took Liadov's cock more firmly in hand, and began to stroke him.
"But slow."