Taras groaned quietly, shuddering against Lasha's body.
"I like different things too. I like more things than I thought I did."
He wondered if he would have wanted to fuck Lasha in the Zone, or at least, a man like Lasha that he didn't know.
Taras thought so. Lasha was smart and spirited. He would have liked giving it to a fancy prick, and the alliance would have been beneficial to them both.
For a second, something resonated strangely with the way things actually had been like there, and the past and the present merged. After a moment he shook it off, and chose to let those thoughts slip away, refocusing on Lasha, which was not difficult.
He ran a hand down Lasha's flank, feeling the the smoothness of his skin, the softness. Taras let his hand curve around Ilarion's taut buttock, fingers sliding underneath the waistband of his silken pants.
"I like touching you."
Taras grasped Lasha's cock in his hand, feeling it respond to him. He stroked his hand along it, tip to base, going slow, lingering at the glans.
He paused for a second, looking down at Lasha, odd eyes serious.
"I know it's all right to like it. I didn't think that before."
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Date: 2009-09-11 04:15 pm (UTC)"I like different things too. I like more things than I thought I did."
He wondered if he would have wanted to fuck Lasha in the Zone, or at least, a man like Lasha that he didn't know.
Taras thought so. Lasha was smart and spirited. He would have liked giving it to a fancy prick, and the alliance would have been beneficial to them both.
For a second, something resonated strangely with the way things actually had been like there, and the past and the present merged. After a moment he shook it off, and chose to let those thoughts slip away, refocusing on Lasha, which was not difficult.
He ran a hand down Lasha's flank, feeling the the smoothness of his skin, the softness. Taras let his hand curve around Ilarion's taut buttock, fingers sliding underneath the waistband of his silken pants.
"I like touching you."
Taras grasped Lasha's cock in his hand, feeling it respond to him. He stroked his hand along it, tip to base, going slow, lingering at the glans.
He paused for a second, looking down at Lasha, odd eyes serious.
"I know it's all right to like it. I didn't think that before."