He leaned in, guiding his cock flush with the rift of the Captain's ass. For a moment he teased the soft, unyielding crepe of the opening with the smooth, arrowed head of the glans, moving his prick in toying circles.
Then he pulled back and re-situated his cock along the crease, like a gentleman.
"You see?" he whispered, closing his eyes. "I'm not going to fuck you."
He held his cock, guiding it against the slickness with a firm hand, first up through the crease several times, glancing across Taras' entrance, then downward, underneath, so that his prick rubbed against the sensitive flat plane between Oleksei's asshole and balls.
Lasha gave an appreciative moan, pushing upward with his hand, grinding his cock against it. Above, the root of his cock and the flat of his loins still pressed intractably against Oleksei's entrance.
"Close your thighs," he entreated, quietly. "This is called Greek love, did you know that? Ironic, considering all we know of their warrior history, that it should be so named without penetration, but then, it was a custom among masters and novices, femoral intercourse."
He murmured a litany of senseless esoterica, half merely to put Taras at ease, half because he knew Taras liked to learn such classical things.
Ilarion dropped his voice to a subtone, as he began to thrust his hips in the narrow slot afforded by Oleksei's bulging thighs.
"I'll get off between your legs, but you should still be able to feel my hard prick, against you, inches from where you live."
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Date: 2009-09-26 01:24 am (UTC)Ilarion didn't prolong Oleksei's suffering.
He leaned in, guiding his cock flush with the rift of the Captain's ass. For a moment he teased the soft, unyielding crepe of the opening with the smooth, arrowed head of the glans, moving his prick in toying circles.
Then he pulled back and re-situated his cock along the crease, like a gentleman.
"You see?" he whispered, closing his eyes. "I'm not going to fuck you."
He held his cock, guiding it against the slickness with a firm hand, first up through the crease several times, glancing across Taras' entrance, then downward, underneath, so that his prick rubbed against the sensitive flat plane between Oleksei's asshole and balls.
Lasha gave an appreciative moan, pushing upward with his hand, grinding his cock against it. Above, the root of his cock and the flat of his loins still pressed intractably against Oleksei's entrance.
"Close your thighs," he entreated, quietly. "This is called Greek love, did you know that? Ironic, considering all we know of their warrior history, that it should be so named without penetration, but then, it was a custom among masters and novices, femoral intercourse."
He murmured a litany of senseless esoterica, half merely to put Taras at ease, half because he knew Taras liked to learn such classical things.
Ilarion dropped his voice to a subtone, as he began to thrust his hips in the narrow slot afforded by Oleksei's bulging thighs.
"I'll get off between your legs, but you should still be able to feel my hard prick, against you, inches from where you live."