Taras shuddered at the scent and the sensation as Liadov spilled hotly against him. He could almost taste it, on the back of his tongue, thick and pungent and masculine.
He knew he could no more stop than he could keep his mouth off Liadov's.
His hunger was relentless as he battered Liadov's body, each thrust sending shocks of heat that seared through him, building, more pleasurable than the next. Liadov shuddered and thrust back against him, still matching his need thrust for thrust, his breath rough against Taras' skin.
Taras moved like a beast now, rutting against Liadov, letting instinct take over. This was hunger in its purest form. There was no holding back.
Another rough collision of their bodies, and he felt his groin contract. He came, violent and messy, splattering the already slickened skin of their stomachs, painting their cocks and thighs with heat.
Taras groaned, gripping Liadov's hips, shuddering against him.
"Good," he bit out, after a few seconds, through clenched teeth. "That was good."
Taras pressed his face against Liadov's neck. He could feel their groins pulsing against each other, skin clinging damply, their issue mixed and smeared between them.
He exhaled, and let his breathing slow.
"You fuck like a zek, Liadov. Maybe you're more like me than you think."
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Date: 2009-01-26 07:56 am (UTC)He knew he could no more stop than he could keep his mouth off Liadov's.
His hunger was relentless as he battered Liadov's body, each thrust sending shocks of heat that seared through him, building, more pleasurable than the next. Liadov shuddered and thrust back against him, still matching his need thrust for thrust, his breath rough against Taras' skin.
Taras moved like a beast now, rutting against Liadov, letting instinct take over. This was hunger in its purest form. There was no holding back.
Another rough collision of their bodies, and he felt his groin contract. He came, violent and messy, splattering the already slickened skin of their stomachs, painting their cocks and thighs with heat.
Taras groaned, gripping Liadov's hips, shuddering against him.
"Good," he bit out, after a few seconds, through clenched teeth. "That was good."
Taras pressed his face against Liadov's neck. He could feel their groins pulsing against each other, skin clinging damply, their issue mixed and smeared between them.
He exhaled, and let his breathing slow.
"You fuck like a zek, Liadov. Maybe you're more like me than you think."