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[number1_himbo]

"Drawer," he answers as his hips lift, head falling back against the mattress when Luther's big hand wraps around his cock. There is a small bedside table, the supplies Luther is looking for inside the drawer, and Alexsandr's hand gropes blindly for it before he gives up and instead focuses on getting down his underwear.

He kicks them down off the bed, letting them fall into the heap of clothing they've already left there.

He's achingly hard and presses himself into Luther's hand as he drags his palms down the expanse of Luther's back, over his rough skin, over the curve of his ass.

That Luther doesn't accidentally take apart the nightstand trying to get the lube and condoms out is a victory, whether by skill or good luck.

But he does manage to accomplish it, getting a couple of fingers slick as he strokes Alexsandr's cock. "Shit, you-- you look so good like this," he breathes, other hand sliding between Alexsandr's thighs, the pad of one finger rubbing gently at his hole.

Luther sinks his finger in slow and easy, keeping his eyes on Alexsandr's face, his own eyes blown dark and wide. "Good?"