Taras made a noise in the back of his throat, low and rumbling with pleasure.
He arched his neck up, arching against Lasha's hand, shuddering down the muscular length of his body.
"I do. But I don't think slow would be bad, either."
Taras did like it hard. He liked full-body contact, frotting off, the struggle between men, muscle and sweat and ragged breathing against his ear. But there was something about Lasha that made Taras want something different. Maybe something more refined, as Ilarion would say.
He repositioned his grip on Lasha, keeping his strokes firm and building, not too rough, and not too fast.
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Date: 2009-09-11 09:40 pm (UTC)He arched his neck up, arching against Lasha's hand, shuddering down the muscular length of his body.
"I do. But I don't think slow would be bad, either."
Taras did like it hard. He liked full-body contact, frotting off, the struggle between men, muscle and sweat and ragged breathing against his ear. But there was something about Lasha that made Taras want something different. Maybe something more refined, as Ilarion would say.
He repositioned his grip on Lasha, keeping his strokes firm and building, not too rough, and not too fast.
"You like it to start off slow, so you can..."
Taras searched for the word.
"Savor it."