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Raikov stood in the stock room, pretending to take count of supplies. Really he was standing and stuffing his face with some crackers he took off of a subordinate.
The hydraulics of the automatic door hissed, he quickly turned and hid the package of crackers behind his back, prepared to salute.
To his dismay it was just a lesser soldier, and not the man he was wanting or expecting.
“What are you doing?” He barked out, crushing a sleeve of crackers in his hand.
“I- Uhm, bringing in inventory, sir?” The poor soldier asked as the major glowered down at him. Raikov takes a step forward, smacking upwards and throwing the boxes out of his hands
“So you choose to bring in unlabeled boxes? Into my stock room?” Raikov snaps out, his steps making the soldier slowly back out of the room. He kicked the boxes out after him. A scowl marking his visage.
The door hisses shut as he successfully scolds the soldier out. He slinks back to his crackers, dumping the crumbs he made straight from the sleeve to his mouth. The flavourless crumbs sucking the moisture from his mouth while specks of salt clung to his lips.
He clicked his tongue in an attempt to suck the crumbs from the roof of his mouth. Licking the salt from the corners of his mouth and shoving the packaging into one of his pockets, too distracted to notice the door hiss open once more. A large figure steps into the room, the door closing as he took even, large steps towards the unsuspecting man. He stops behind him, smirking before bringing his hand down upon Raikovs shoulder. The major jumps, startled by this and snapping his head behind him before a smile cracked on his face upon seeing Volgins grizzled face.
Raikov turned to lazily salute, “sir”. He craned his neck to gaze up at his lover.
Volgin smirked, the side of his mouth without scars curling up more then the side with. A familiar sight for the younger man. A gloved hand reached up and wiped the crumbs and salt from his cheeks, Knocking them to the storage room floor.
“Eating the troops crackers again, Ivan?” The colonel said in a teasing manner, wrapping his arms around his pet and gently squeezing the other man.
“Just doing a quality check for them, of course” the major responds with a lie neither of them believed, before softly chuckling and leaning into the colonels embrace. This was what he was hoping for.
The colonel simpered down at his pet, “really now?” He said coyly, his hands trailing down Raikovs body before firmly gripping his ass. “I suppose I should do my own then.”
It was a stupid line and probably would have made anyone else’s skin crawl. Raikov thought it was charming though as he stretched up to kiss his commanding officer on his chapped lips.
The hand on his ass squeezed, the grip almost bruising him. Volgins other hand traveled up and around the younger man’s body, coming to rest on his neck with a firm yet gentle grasp.
Suddenly Raikov found himself spun around and shoved to the cold concrete wall, the hand on his neck tightening and pushing him hard up against it, his cheek squishing into it from the pressure.
“I think it’s time we check if you're up to my standards, Don’t you think?” He lets out a dark chuckle, the hand formerly on the majors ass now gripping his hardening bulge hidden beneath layers of rough fabric.
The hand rubbed in rhythmic circles, squeezing every once in a while just enough to keep the major from relaxing fully.
“Sir” Raikov gasped, attempting to push into his lovers hand “I assure you, everything is up to your standards.”
He got a hard squeeze in return, the feeling of the pressure and fabric rubbing against him making him want to drool on himself.
“Heh, I’ll be the judge of that”
Volgin let go of the bulge. Much to his pet’s disappointment, he wrapped himself around the smaller man. Giving his neck a slight squeeze, more of a reassurance rather than a threat.
His hand traveled up the button on Raikovs slacks. Pulling both the button and the zipper open in one smooth motion, the sound echoing through the quiet room. The majors breath faltered
The colonel pulled his pants and underwear out of the way and grasped the majors cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes before letting go and feeling up to his neatly trimmed bush.
“I hope everything is up to standard, sir.” Raikov squeaked out, voice betraying his excitement.
“Hm. Not bad major, I expected nothing less” the colonel praised before wrapping his gloved hand around his pets cock once more.
Raikov stayed pressed against the cold wall as Volgin stroked him. Sounds of dry rubbing and light smacking filled the air. The major took small shaky breaths and stared at one of the shelves of labeled boxes, with no room to turn his head or look elsewhere.
A sharp tingle started at the base of his head where his lover was holding him, and crawled it’s way through his scalp and across his jaw
“Oh, oh” he could feel the static crackle in his hair while his cock throbbed into Volgins hand. His eyes darted around as he read the labels on the boxes trying to prolong the moment.
He desperately didn’t want it to end, to make it last for just a few more seconds, his hips bucked forward as a pathetic whine escaped his mouth.
“Hurry up Ivan, I don’t haven’t got all day” the Colonel said with a hint of annoyance imbedded
“Sorry- sorry sir!” The Majors hips thrusted forward again and he finished spraying cum onto the concrete wall. Thin ropes trailing on the red leather of the Colonels glove.
Volgin looked at his hand. An almost judgmental look in his eyes. He stood straight up allowing Raikov to straighten out. The hand that held the back of the majors neck took his chin and held up the hand with the mess on it.
“Tell me if it’s decent enough for me major,” he says as he practically shoves it into his face, smearing some of it across his bottom lip.
Raikovs tongue darted out a licked across his bottom lip letting out a hum of mock enjoyment.
“Mhh, definitely good enough for you sir.”
“Ah, good. So you should have no problem finishing it”
Raikov rolled his eyes. Making sure that Volgin didn't see. Before licking his glove clean. The taste of salt clinging to his tongue once more.
Once Raikov had finished licking up the mess Volgin wiped the remaining salvia onto his slacks and backed up to allow Raikov the space to fix himself.
Once they both situated themselves, Volgin reached over, removing Raikovs hat and using a hand to smooth some of the static in his lovers hair away Before leaning over and placing a tentative kiss onto his head.
“I’ll see you tonight, Major” he placed Raikovs hat back onto his head.
Raikov grinned in response “of course sir, I’ll see you then”
Both walked out of the storage room and went about their business