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"Isn't it a bad thing that Tolo has your name? Not that he would do anything bad, just something you're taught." Ty frowns when Kirill laughs as him, the shorter man leaning against a tree as Ty's hooves kick against the dirt,

"You do not trust him?" There's a glint in Kirill's eye that shows he's not being serious, Ty feels the guilt anyway,

"I do. Just know some bad stories about giving them your name."

Jujhar let out a soft groan as Kirill ran a rough palm up his cock, "Are you always this aggressive?" Kirill just hums before moving his wrist in a way that makes Jujhar reach out and grab his hand,

"What? I've never had any complaints before." There's a familiar pout on his face that makes Jujhar want to bite as his lip 'til it's red and swollen,

"We all know too much about the rough shit you two get up to," He places Kirill's hand back on his dick, "You're gonna follow my instructions." It twitches at little as Kirill swipes a thumb at the head, smearing the bead of precum,

"Okay," Jujhar pretends not to see the flush that's taken over his face, "What do I do?"

"Slower, gentler." A low moan escapes his lips as Kirill does as he's told, "Just like that, baby." He seems to preen a little at the praise, almost cocky, "Twist your wrist a little."

"Like this?" Kirill does something that makes him nearly see stars for a moment. He can't even be mad at the chuckle Kirill lets out at the reaction,

"God, you're so good," Jujhar starts to pant a little quicker as Kirill speeds up, "I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up."

"Quick, eh?" The words are punctuated by a moan as Jujhar tugs on his hair sharply,

"Not my fault you've been a tease all day. I swear everyone could see it." There was only a smirk in response as his hands speed up a little more, "Stop."

Kirill whines into Jujhar's thigh as he listens and stops his hands, "Are you crazy?"

Strong arms pull him up from the ground and force him to stand between Jujhar's legs, "Just wanna be able to return the favor. But only if you can listen." Kirill pretended to think about it even as a shiver went down his spine,

Kirill runs his hands through Nikita's hair, grabbing a fistful at the ends. He can see the bead of sweat at the tip of his nose before Nikita cranes his neck back with a groan.

Soft pants escape his mouth as he moves closer, licking a long strip up his neck and towards his cheek. The taste is salty on Kirill's tongue. He should probably move lower.