"Good." Volgin nuzzled that thigh in response, taking a deep whiff of his clothes, Raikov's scent. Raikov might have felt him roll a low rumble in his chest. Smelled like him alright. It was lovely.

Belying of the giant's coarse nature, Volgin had deceptively soft hair. It was thinning and the white hairs were getting easier and easier to pick out.

His hand was suggestively close to the younger man's crotch. If Volgin was teasing or simply too occupied with Raikov's side was a debatable matter.