Taras found that the thought was idle, but not repulsive. He reached between them and gathered fluid on the tips of his fingers, then brought them to his lips so he could taste it. Not like his alone, and not like Isaev's. Liadov's seed had a distinct tang that Taras did not have proper words to describe.
"Though that's not bad."
He let himself relax, lulled by his climax, resting his muscular bulk against Liadov's lean frame, feeling no resistance, only mutual ease.
"You surprise me, though. Or maybe I surprise myself, around you."
Taras' brow knit briefly.
"I wouldn't mind it if neither of us had our clothes on right now."
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Date: 2009-01-26 09:59 am (UTC)Taras found that the thought was idle, but not repulsive. He reached between them and gathered fluid on the tips of his fingers, then brought them to his lips so he could taste it. Not like his alone, and not like Isaev's. Liadov's seed had a distinct tang that Taras did not have proper words to describe.
"Though that's not bad."
He let himself relax, lulled by his climax, resting his muscular bulk against Liadov's lean frame, feeling no resistance, only mutual ease.
"You surprise me, though. Or maybe I surprise myself, around you."
Taras' brow knit briefly.
"I wouldn't mind it if neither of us had our clothes on right now."