Liadov's eyes leveled on Oleksei for a long moment, his expression dark and breathless, taking it in.
Oleksei's massive fist ruled him, won him over, brought out his careless and hedonist core in unvarnished sincerity.
"I think that can be arranged."
The scent of expensive cologne emanated from Oleksei's collar and neck, warmed by his arousal and exertion. On Oleksei the cologne didn't smell the same as it did on other men Nika had known. There was more testosterone mixed in, a wilder, earthier scent.
It was the difference, he thought fleetingly, between pedigreed and game. Liadov was nothing if not an epicure of masculine flesh.
Proximity made Nika feel drunker even than he was; pheromones different than his own, more raw.
"Finish me with your body, zek," he whispered, jaggedly persuasive. "Let me feel you."
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Oleksei's massive fist ruled him, won him over, brought out his careless and hedonist core in unvarnished sincerity.
"I think that can be arranged."
The scent of expensive cologne emanated from Oleksei's collar and neck, warmed by his arousal and exertion. On Oleksei the cologne didn't smell the same as it did on other men Nika had known. There was more testosterone mixed in, a wilder, earthier scent.
It was the difference, he thought fleetingly, between pedigreed and game. Liadov was nothing if not an epicure of masculine flesh.
Proximity made Nika feel drunker even than he was; pheromones different than his own, more raw.
"Finish me with your body, zek," he whispered, jaggedly persuasive. "Let me feel you."