Ivan pulled back, Volgin leaving him with a wet pop. He laughed a little, licking some saliva from the side of his mouth, "Only the best for you, Zhenya."

He went back down again, taking Volgin in slowly until the head hit the back of his throat. Unlike last time though he didn't gag. He held there a moment, lips wrapped tightly around Volgin's cock--the thought of what he must look like freeze-framed in his head for later reference. Soft lips around a hard cock pressing eagerly into his mouth--Ivan's hand snaked downwards to try and stroke himself back to hardness.

"Mmhehe...," came the small, elated but perverse sound as he pulled back, tongue running along the underside of the dick. Thin fingers briefly came up to brush the hair behind his ears before he started to deepthroat Volgin.