Volgin was very aware that cooking typically was a task relegated to women, but this... Ivan might have been aware of the circumstances that occurred back at Groznyj Grad, he would think. If not, anyone that questioned him, especially in regards to his masculinity, was taking it directly to his knuckles.
Raikov received an affirmative grunt.
But, Volgin was more interested in this simple task of making this bowl of macaroni into a tongue-based orgasm than whatever Raikov, any Raikov, thought anyway. Another round of sniffing, then the giant Soviet thought again.
Then, he took a strategic bit of this, a dash of that. Stir, sniff. A little more of this, add that. A slight taste.
Ah.
A sagely nod, when Volgin turned towards Raikov, and almost right into him, when he immediately found him nearby. His previous mood seemed to be completely dispelled, if his gestures and little mannerisms were any obvious indication. How intriguing.
"Don't need to heat it up now." Volgin turned away from the bowl and mess of spices he scrounged up. "I think it'll do."
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Date: 2010-12-22 01:18 am (UTC)Raikov received an affirmative grunt.
But, Volgin was more interested in this simple task of making this bowl of macaroni into a tongue-based orgasm than whatever Raikov, any Raikov, thought anyway. Another round of sniffing, then the giant Soviet thought again.
Then, he took a strategic bit of this, a dash of that. Stir, sniff. A little more of this, add that. A slight taste.
Ah.
A sagely nod, when Volgin turned towards Raikov, and almost right into him, when he immediately found him nearby. His previous mood seemed to be completely dispelled, if his gestures and little mannerisms were any obvious indication. How intriguing.
"Don't need to heat it up now." Volgin turned away from the bowl and mess of spices he scrounged up. "I think it'll do."