Chapter 4: It Doesn’t Count Unless You Do It Twice
Nikoloz took advantage of his partner’s astonishment to snatch the towel from his free hand. He dried his hair and ran the towel down his torso. Vincent let out a wolf whistle when he reached his crotch.
“I do like your c**k, Kolya. Russians smell different from Americans.”
“We are Soviets, and we do not eat the junk food that you do. It is only the scent of a healthy male.”
“Whatever. I like it. Why don’t you let me get you off again?”
Nikoloz sighed. “I will allow you to f**k me again if that is what you wish. I do not require another orgasm.”
“You’re a real party pooper. I’m trying to get in the mood here.” Vincent ran his gaze down his partner’s body. “You know you’re a beautiful man, don’t you? That brown mop of hair. That wiry
