"Nnn..." Raikov very much felt those large loins press into his grip, as the larger Soviet hissed delightfully. Such beautiful pressure. "Now..." Volgin had controlled his own lustful needs during Raikov's servicing, enough to keep focus on his current task; his usual mode of operation, really. Now, his voice was a husky purr, a tone Raikov might have been all too familiar with: "You would think I would let you get away... without my end of satisfaction, yes?"

Should have fucked him against the wall. His thick arms wanted to pin him. Get himself hard and worked up as Raikov struggled in his grasp into submission.