Taras rubbed the curved span of his pectoral with the palm of his hand. The nipple was tight and hard and scraped against his wrist.
He exhaled, quietly.
"Even the things he doesn't know he needs me to to do. Some of it isn't real pretty, like what I had to do you. Other things, too. Worse things. Uncivilized."
Taras' lip twisted.
"That's just the way it is. I do what needs to be done, doesn't matter what I think about it."
He snorted.
"I guess we're not that different after all, da? I have some leeway too. That comes when you're the one enforcing the rules."
Taras stretched under the covers, muscles taut, back arching. He could feel the cotton sheets brush against his bare skin and the coarse hair at his groin.
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Date: 2009-02-27 08:13 am (UTC)Taras rubbed the curved span of his pectoral with the palm of his hand. The nipple was tight and hard and scraped against his wrist.
He exhaled, quietly.
"Even the things he doesn't know he needs me to to do. Some of it isn't real pretty, like what I had to do you. Other things, too. Worse things. Uncivilized."
Taras' lip twisted.
"That's just the way it is. I do what needs to be done, doesn't matter what I think about it."
He snorted.
"I guess we're not that different after all, da? I have some leeway too. That comes when you're the one enforcing the rules."
Taras stretched under the covers, muscles taut, back arching. He could feel the cotton sheets brush against his bare skin and the coarse hair at his groin.
"You naked, comrade?" he murmured.