Chapter 11

“I take it that means you are satisfied with the technique.” Nikoloz rolled onto his back, panting. His legs and belly quivered. His cock trembled, and he put a fist around it.

Vincent slapped at his hand. “That’s my job, partner.” He shifted onto his side, chuckling as his legs shook. “I think you broke me, Kolya.”

Vincent’s hand closed over his partner’s cock, and he pumped firmly. Nikoloz’s hips shivered, and he thrust upward with Vincent’s rhythm.

“Zayebis!” Nikoloz shuddered. He wrapped his hands around Vincent’s, tugging at the big fists. “Almost—” the word trailed off into a groan.

Vincent grinned as hot cream spurted over their joined hands. He pumped more gently, squeezing every drop from the slender cock. He winked at his partner. “Still think a damn magazine is more interesting?”

Nikoloz lay back on the bedroll. His belly still quivered. “I will admit that it has relieved my tension quite nicely.”

“You’re welcome, you cold-blooded Russian.”