At any rate, even as Ivan worked himself he seemed to be getting nowhere, eventually stopping. Hair tousled and mused by Volgin's tight grip in it; strands still stuck out of place once he let go and Ivan simply offered a lecherous smile.

"Already...?" He teased, running a finger up Volgin's cock before settling back against the wall with a heavy sigh. He worked his jaw a bit, stretching the kinks out of it.