Andrei's breath was audible, slightly ragged around the edges, and he knew his eyes were hazed and hedonic, pale wild irises locked on Irinarhov's strong face, his solid Russian jaw and brooding brow.
Isaev was smiling.
Despite his arousal, and the intensity of their suddenly shifted dynamic. He couldn't help it.
He was impressed and charmed.
The Captain was obviously more on his game in close quarters, and more in his element with interpersonal relations than passing acquaintances.
Or perhaps, he was merely more on his game with Andrei. Either way, the Captain he now saw was neither shy nor avoidant.
No indeed, he was physically bracing him with proximity, standing right up close in a sort of lustful, masculine stance, and not the least bit hesitant when it came to Andrei's overture.
Isaev raised his eyebrows, leaning forward slightly, so that his beret just glanced against Irinarhov's.
"Who said anything about fucking?" he said, smiling obscurely. "We don't have to screw, Captain."
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Date: 2006-09-19 09:26 am (UTC)Isaev was smiling.
Despite his arousal, and the intensity of their suddenly shifted dynamic. He couldn't help it.
He was impressed and charmed.
The Captain was obviously more on his game in close quarters, and more in his element with interpersonal relations than passing acquaintances.
Or perhaps, he was merely more on his game with Andrei. Either way, the Captain he now saw was neither shy nor avoidant.
No indeed, he was physically bracing him with proximity, standing right up close in a sort of lustful, masculine stance, and not the least bit hesitant when it came to Andrei's overture.
Isaev raised his eyebrows, leaning forward slightly, so that his beret just glanced against Irinarhov's.
"Who said anything about fucking?" he said, smiling obscurely. "We don't have to screw, Captain."