"I wonder if the Komandir will appreciate your enthusiasm like I do," Ivan says almost nonchalantly, gloved fingers like a vice around the younger mans jaw, hearing the Lieutenant whine as his hips slap against Ivans shin.
"Then again, I see how you became a Lieutenant so quickly." That dismissive hum as Ivan shifts barely a hair closer and it has ambitious- no. Industrious Andrei Nolan shuddering like a blushing virgin as he tries not to cum. Ivan hasn't said he's allowed to yet.
'If he ever will-' The traitorous thought smacks him hard, biting his lips until he tastes blood, the pain making his hips jerk like a whore chases cash.
Ivan tsks quietly above him. "Rile yourself up hm? I think the Komandir will enjoy you." He pats his thigh. "Up. We must test how well you can hold your breath."
Ivan leaves the temporary barracks with a thigh wet from cum and saliva, pulling out his cell as the wet sounds of sergeants taking part in their Lieutenant turns muffled once the door shuts behind him. "I have a name you'll want, Komandir."
