It isn't organized now, the giant thought, but he spoke instead:

"Good to know you're not going to waste, with a beautiful, perfect body like that." There were lustful notes to Volgin's smooth tone, as his hand worked around Raikov's genitals. Rubber against flesh: His fingers cupped balls, slid up to graze his shaft, while a thumb would tease the head when it could.

"I would have to do something about it if you were not." Before another round of biting, wet kisses assaulted the side of the Major's other head. Meanwhile his hand had been feeling around that white stomach, initially admiring what he thought was the delicate toning found there.

Raikov got a hard pinch instead.

Volgin stopped kissing and fondling.

"What is this." His voice went flat.