Date: 2009-01-28 06:17 pm (UTC)
Taras nodded, after a moment.

"All right. I'd like it better that way. Moot."

He shifted, leaning back slightly, easing most of the weight of his muscular bulk off Liadov, though he didn't pull away.

He felt sated. By the sex act, by the talk, by their closeness. The air was suffused by Liadov's particular scent. It clung to Taras' skin as well now, both sweet and earthy, piquant with with the fragrances of male animal and sex.

Taras raised his hand and ran it over Liadov's hair with rough familiarity, like he would with a comrade. Not quite the way he would touch Ilarion. Liadov was something else.

He eased back then, carefully, glancing down for one last look at Liadov's bared cock and groin, and his indecently parted thighs. There was something compelling about the sight of him like that, even now. Taras was starting to wonder if Barshai had been right. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about that.

He looked up again.

"It was good we did this, Liadov. For more reasons than...the obvious."
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