Taras drew in a sharp breath, fingers tightening on Lasha's chest, digging into his skin.
Emotion surged inside him. Taras could feel his heart thudding slowly.
You don't know how alone I am, Lasha had said, with a note of bitterness, not irony.
Taras had caught more Liadov's end of the conversation after he'd pressed closer, his face resting against the crook of Lasha's neck. It had clearly been Nika's laugh, quiet, and bitter as well.
He leaned in, and kissed the back of Lasha's head, his affection rough and searing.
"Lasha," he rumbled, thickly, when he was sure that Liadov had hung up.
He slid his hand down to Ilarion's stomach, holding him closer, aware he was harder than ever now, cock thick and arched aggressively against Lasha's ass.
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Emotion surged inside him. Taras could feel his heart thudding slowly.
You don't know how alone I am, Lasha had said, with a note of bitterness, not irony.
Taras had caught more Liadov's end of the conversation after he'd pressed closer, his face resting against the crook of Lasha's neck. It had clearly been Nika's laugh, quiet, and bitter as well.
He leaned in, and kissed the back of Lasha's head, his affection rough and searing.
"Lasha," he rumbled, thickly, when he was sure that Liadov had hung up.
He slid his hand down to Ilarion's stomach, holding him closer, aware he was harder than ever now, cock thick and arched aggressively against Lasha's ass.
"...I'm here."