"Oh you're definitely alive, my friend," Liadov breathed, the words shallow and labored. "Very much alive."
Hearing his name invoked startled him, got him where he lived. Unexpected, and almost like the beginnings of confraternity, but ultimately purely erotic under the circumstances.
His loins ached fiercely, building to a peak.
His hands clenched, as Oleksei's rough mouth trespassed aggressively all over his jaw, neck, mouth. Liadov tilted his head back and offered his throat, giving himself up to it with a shudder.
Their chests pressed together, uniforms warring against each other, a battle of brass and leather shoulder holsters.
He felt it cresting.
"That's it. That's it, Oleksei," Nika moaned, heedless of cliche, at this, the eternal moment. "God yes, make me come."
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Hearing his name invoked startled him, got him where he lived. Unexpected, and almost like the beginnings of confraternity, but ultimately purely erotic under the circumstances.
His loins ached fiercely, building to a peak.
His hands clenched, as Oleksei's rough mouth trespassed aggressively all over his jaw, neck, mouth. Liadov tilted his head back and offered his throat, giving himself up to it with a shudder.
Their chests pressed together, uniforms warring against each other, a battle of brass and leather shoulder holsters.
He felt it cresting.
"That's it. That's it, Oleksei," Nika moaned, heedless of cliche, at this, the eternal moment. "God yes, make me come."