"Is that a yes, Mr. Volkov?" Brent asked in a sweet voice. He watched as Sergei's chest rose and fell and a dangerous, flickering energy filled the room.
"Mr. Volkov?" Sergei repeated, the words coming out with a dangerous edge to them. "What does that mean?" He demanded and Brent gave a smile as he slowly wiggled his hips. He watched as Sergei's throat worked, his hands twitched as they came down on Brent's hips and his lips twitched. Brent's smile turned into a broad grin he couldn't repress.
"I like watching you get worked up. I don't know what I should call you yet, so I thought I'd try out your last name since I've never called you it before." Brent teased. Sergei sucked in.
"You can have it." Sergei rushed out. "You could have it forever, if you'd like." Sergei stared up at Brent while Brent sat there, his eyes going wide. He watched as Sergei's whole body slowly started to turn red and all Brent could do was throw his head back and laugh.
