Anything to keep Raikov from thinking about the state of his apartment. Keep your eyes on me. Just think about that cock your playing with...

Besides, trying to get the mighty Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin down from his usual controlled, perceptively unshakable self was a game in itself, wasn't it?

He might have been coaxing, through the pressing of his groin region, Raikov against a more trapping wall.

"I'm quite fond of surprises." A rolling purr. "To think, I am all yours."

Fucking him senseless on his hands and knees in the debris and broken furniture, everything in the damn apartment soon bearing his mark of presence, sounded pretty good too.