Ivan was putty in his hands, tilting his head back and tugging on that short hair, urging Volgin to go higher.

"Not bad, Yevgeny...mmm...when was the last time you even gave one of these? Must have been before me...," he mused, and was about to say more when he was hauled upwards and carried off. "What are you--," Ivan hunched over Volgin and wrapped his arms around whatever he could reach for support, grunting when he was shoved against the pillar.

"The couch was more comfortable," he said snidely, ready to whine his way back to the couch if it weren't for those lips shutting him up. "Good..."