Kassian's heart thrummed, breath coming ragged and low in the back of his throat.
He was mercilessly hard, and had been so even before he'd heard Isaev's voice and caught the low, heady musk of his scent, body reacting instinctively the moment he realized it could be none other than Isaev.
There were few that could move with such stealth, fewer still who could capture a man in such an expert grapple, and only one who would have the audacity to do so.
Kassian growled low.
These sorts of games excited him more than he liked admitting; intimations of rough, forced sex fired both his blood and instincts both base and debased. That was the power of the trust they shared, and he felt it now, even as Isaev manhandled him and pulled back on the blindfold.
Without sight, Kassian still had a keen awareness of the distances between things, and could feel the brace of Isaev's chest against his shoulder blades, the press of his knee into his thigh, the warmth of Isaev's breath against the back of his neck.
He resisted, but Isaev leveraged his strength easily, and held Kassian fast.
"You're teasing, Dasha," he growled through clenched teeth. "What do you think you're going do here?"
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Date: 2007-08-26 12:27 am (UTC)He was mercilessly hard, and had been so even before he'd heard Isaev's voice and caught the low, heady musk of his scent, body reacting instinctively the moment he realized it could be none other than Isaev.
There were few that could move with such stealth, fewer still who could capture a man in such an expert grapple, and only one who would have the audacity to do so.
Kassian growled low.
These sorts of games excited him more than he liked admitting; intimations of rough, forced sex fired both his blood and instincts both base and debased. That was the power of the trust they shared, and he felt it now, even as Isaev manhandled him and pulled back on the blindfold.
Without sight, Kassian still had a keen awareness of the distances between things, and could feel the brace of Isaev's chest against his shoulder blades, the press of his knee into his thigh, the warmth of Isaev's breath against the back of his neck.
He resisted, but Isaev leveraged his strength easily, and held Kassian fast.
"You're teasing, Dasha," he growled through clenched teeth. "What do you think you're going do here?"