Then he grabbed Delcario's hand and kissed it, pressing his lips down.
A strange, dangerous thrill ran up Delcario's spine.
"Are you… trying to invite me into something more?"
"Yeah. Can you tell?"
Ivanov's strong arms wrapped around Delcario's thin waist.
As he pressed close to Delcario's lower belly, he exhaled like a wild animal.
"Go take a shower. Don't touch me with those dirty hands."
At those words, Ivanov suddenly straightened up, like he'd been snapped back to his senses.
He held Delcario's hand tightly and asked, "Where is it?"—completely desperate.
Delcario led him to the shower room and even helped him remove his armor.
Ivanov seemed completely overwhelmed, he barely keeping it together, and his hips trembled slightly from time to time.
"I'm asking you to hold back. Okay?"
Delcario was feeling good—completely in control now. He got bolder, on purpose.
