"Sure," Taras said, after a moment. "Not a problem."
Laying there, Taras felt strange, like he had been marked, like property.
He licked his lips, wondering what the protocol was when a guy had semen on his back, if he could roll over or if that was too messy. He was sure there was already a damp spot on the bed underneath his loins.
"Glad you liked it."
The impression of Lasha's weight on his back lingered, even though Lasha had rolled off of him and settled down. Taras wondered if he would dream of that now, a man on his back, a stiff cock pressed against his hole. It was enough to make him shiver again.
He grabbed the pillow on his side of the bed, and laid his head down.
Instinctively, he turned his head toward Ilarion, and not away, and found that Lasha was looking at him drowsily.
Taras' gaze flickered.
"Thanks for...telling me about the gladiators," he whispered.
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Date: 2009-09-27 06:44 am (UTC)Laying there, Taras felt strange, like he had been marked, like property.
He licked his lips, wondering what the protocol was when a guy had semen on his back, if he could roll over or if that was too messy. He was sure there was already a damp spot on the bed underneath his loins.
"Glad you liked it."
The impression of Lasha's weight on his back lingered, even though Lasha had rolled off of him and settled down. Taras wondered if he would dream of that now, a man on his back, a stiff cock pressed against his hole. It was enough to make him shiver again.
He grabbed the pillow on his side of the bed, and laid his head down.
Instinctively, he turned his head toward Ilarion, and not away, and found that Lasha was looking at him drowsily.
Taras' gaze flickered.
"Thanks for...telling me about the gladiators," he whispered.