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Droplets of sweat fly from Viktor's forehead as Anatoly pulls him up on all fours. The strong hands hold his hips firmly in place as the Siberian thrusts into him, hitting that particular sweet spot over and over and over again and sending jolts of pleasure through the Chernobyl plant director's naked, sweat-glistening body. The bed in their hotel room creaks in protest for each movement and Viktor knows that this is wrong, that this is illegal, but he doesn't care. Not when Anatoly drives him closer and closer to the edge with each deep and borderline painful thrust. One of the hands lets go. Viktor hears Anatoly spit before wrapping his hand around his hard, leaking cock and starting to stroke. The saliva mixes with his own precum and the remains of petroleum jelly on Anatoly's fingers, and Viktor can feel the orgasm building in his belly and groin and it... feels... so... good!
"Yes, that's it. That's good. Come for me, Vitya!"
And those words are enough to send Viktor over the edge. His breath becomes all erratic and his moans almost become cries of pleasure until hot semen shoots out of his aching cock, over the sheets and the hand around it as his muscles finally contract in warm, pulsating waves around the thick, hard cock inside him. And then Anatoly, hammering into him with all that he has got, can not hold it back either and empties his seed into Viktor with a loud and almost animalistic groan.
None of them remember how they ended up laying on the side with Anatoly behind Viktor, his face buried in the sweat-drenched chestnut locks and his long arms around the smaller man.
"We should do this more often", he mumbles into Viktor's hair.
"Maybe", Viktor replies with a smile.
He knows that they definetly should not. But he doesn't care.
"Come on!" Anatoly lets go of him and sits up. "Lets have a shower!"