"I liked my room orderly in Tselinoyarsk too," he mumbled. It was easier to keep that trend when he had people cleaning for him, of course. Doing his laundry, cooking his food...it was very different here.

He felt like melting into Yevgeny's touch, arching his hips up eagerly.

"I've been training," with another Ivan, he declined to mention. A smirk tugged at his lips as he felt that hardening against his rear.

"Already, Yevgeny?"