Both hands were clutching at Ivan's backside, his eyes meanwhile trailing down along the impromptu animal rug that his suit made and body contact with only it.

Seemed safe.

"The electricity is on." Grunt. Volgin could not press in too deep either; electrical stimulation of the prostate very much dictated when Raikov would come. Certainly not now, given that he was still needing time to get it back up anyway. The younger man could feel the quick thrusts his partner made as he settled on a rhythm that pleased him.

"Don't. Touch. Anything."