"Fancy talk," he murmured. "Is that what it is? I suppose. Formality is erotic, don't you think? It speaks of the classical reverence once afforded emotion and passion, of sentiments too variegated to express in mere casual parlance."
He paused, giving Oleksei's bulge a measured and sensuous clench of his fist.
"So yes, I'd say I like it."
Lasha tightened his stomach and leaned upward, pressing his chest to Oleksei's.
"But that's not all that I like, Taras."
He could feel the rasp of the Captain's stubble and the presence and warmth of his proximity.
His eyes narrowed as he took him in up close, his burden beast, his prized possession. Oleksei's body was hyper-real and dense like dark matter, occupying more than the space it claimed.
"Some things are better in the rough."
He paused, reconsidering.
"Or at least...polishing them is a process I savor."
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"Fancy talk," he murmured. "Is that what it is? I suppose. Formality is erotic, don't you think? It speaks of the classical reverence once afforded emotion and passion, of sentiments too variegated to express in mere casual parlance."
He paused, giving Oleksei's bulge a measured and sensuous clench of his fist.
"So yes, I'd say I like it."
Lasha tightened his stomach and leaned upward, pressing his chest to Oleksei's.
"But that's not all that I like, Taras."
He could feel the rasp of the Captain's stubble and the presence and warmth of his proximity.
His eyes narrowed as he took him in up close, his burden beast, his prized possession. Oleksei's body was hyper-real and dense like dark matter, occupying more than the space it claimed.
"Some things are better in the rough."
He paused, reconsidering.
"Or at least...polishing them is a process I savor."