"Yeah, maybe."

Taras growled appreciatively, leaning in, flushed with adrenaline, breathing harder with the effort.

"I like it when you fancy pricks talk dirty like that."

He half-bit kisses across Liadov's jaw, licking at the skin of his neck. The taste of Liadov was salty and potent, and went straight to his head.

Taras jacked Liadov's prick with renewed vigor, feeling his response.

"I think I'd like to see you naked sometime, Liadov."

He tightened his fingers around Liadov's one remaining trapped wrist.

"What do you think of that?"