Liadov clenched his teeth reflexively, uninhibited, letting out a low, forceful moan as he felt the impact of Oleksei's hot flesh against his own.
Soft and hard, all at once, the rough graze of forbidden skin, firing off stars, ebbing and peaking in unpredictable waves like the tide of an impending ocean.
It should have been illegal, such a feeling. In fact, his mind bit out wryly, it was.
Liadov didn't care about that, never had. He cared about this moment, and the overwhelming onus of the sparks they were grinding between them. He worked in counterpoint to the Captain's rough cadence, overlapping it with equal vigor.
Now free, his hands demanded to touch, reinforce, redouble in sin. Complicit.
Seizing his companion all over, almost frenzied for a moment, feeling the unyielding brunt of his muscle. Nika grasped Oleksei by the arms, the shoulders, the hips, and finally, the flanks, curving his fingers hard against the rounded strength of his glutes, pulling him closer with an urgency unbecoming of a chilly ministry official.
It didn't cause him any undue dismay.
Rather the opposite.
"This is good," he whispered, guttural. "Really good."
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Date: 2009-01-25 10:15 pm (UTC)Soft and hard, all at once, the rough graze of forbidden skin, firing off stars, ebbing and peaking in unpredictable waves like the tide of an impending ocean.
It should have been illegal, such a feeling. In fact, his mind bit out wryly, it was.
Liadov didn't care about that, never had. He cared about this moment, and the overwhelming onus of the sparks they were grinding between them. He worked in counterpoint to the Captain's rough cadence, overlapping it with equal vigor.
Now free, his hands demanded to touch, reinforce, redouble in sin. Complicit.
Seizing his companion all over, almost frenzied for a moment, feeling the unyielding brunt of his muscle. Nika grasped Oleksei by the arms, the shoulders, the hips, and finally, the flanks, curving his fingers hard against the rounded strength of his glutes, pulling him closer with an urgency unbecoming of a chilly ministry official.
It didn't cause him any undue dismay.
Rather the opposite.
"This is good," he whispered, guttural. "Really good."