Date: 2009-01-26 06:56 am (UTC)
Liadov didn't fight the primal cry that ripped out of him when he climaxed.

Conceivably, soldiers might come knocking on the door, demanding to know if he was all right, but given all that he and Kirill had gotten up to, it seemed patently unlikely.

And he didn't care.

Almost at once it was staunched by Oleksei's mouth, and he didn't fight that either, but seized the Captain's jaw with both hands and welcomed the penetration of his tongue hungrily as his loins contracted like a fist and flexed and buckled and imploded.

He shot in a blinding rush of heat and pleasure, issuing milky release between the grinding panels of their smooth granite flesh, the slickness of his seed spreading luxuriantly over the faintly furred trail of Oleksei's brutely built stomach.

"Don't stop," he managed to bite out, harshly, between the furious collisons of their mouths, closing his eyes tightly. "Wreck us both. Ruin us."

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