[ Cardan laughs, pressing himself against the solid line of Nikolai’s body, searing hot even through the layers of clothing between them. He’s hard, too, and the trapped ridge of his dick is pushing up against the pert curve of Nikolai’s ass with insistence. His mouth finds the shell of one round ear; he traces it with his lips even as his fingers slide inside Nikilai’s trousers to wrap around his cock.
He remembers the feel of it, from all those months ago, heavy and silken against his fingertips. His other hand is working on the shirt, undoing the buttons to free the fine muscle and inky scars on Nikolai’s chest. Cardan remembers them, too, remembers the way Nikolai looked and sounded when he’d put his mouth on them.
Now, like this, baring them in front of the window-- He feels a shiver run through him, like a fuse being lit, a giddy sort of hunger. ]
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He remembers the feel of it, from all those months ago, heavy and silken against his fingertips. His other hand is working on the shirt, undoing the buttons to free the fine muscle and inky scars on Nikolai’s chest. Cardan remembers them, too, remembers the way Nikolai looked and sounded when he’d put his mouth on them.
Now, like this, baring them in front of the window-- He feels a shiver run through him, like a fuse being lit, a giddy sort of hunger. ]
A man’s lies are as telling as his truths.
Shall I tell you what I want from mine?