"I'll make the best of it."

Volgin was too high on his current victory to pay any mind to the realities of his aged biology. Ivan could complain, could try to turn around, but he would find his efforts thwarted by the now two-handed grip of his partner around his back end and the harsh rhythm that came with it. To finish now? Maybe. Fuck him until he got hard yet again? Perhaps.

His dick was deep within his ass, either way.