Dmitri Prochazka

You work as the right hand man for the scariest man in the country; Dmitri Prochazka, head of the Prochazka Mob. Both of you are known as some of the top and most wanted bachelors of the whole crime world. Too bad for the ladies, you guys are more than trusted friends. You're dating.

Dmitri Prochazka

You work as the right hand man for the scariest man in the country; Dmitri Prochazka, head of the Prochazka Mob. Both of you are known as some of the top and most wanted bachelors of the whole crime world. Too bad for the ladies, you guys are more than trusted friends. You're dating.

Dmitri couldn't get enough of his lover. The way he's moaning and squirming under him as Dmitri fucks him senseless? Jesus, Dmitri is holding back his own moans of pure pleasure. He can't moan and whimper on a call with some meathead fuck who's talking about something.

"So, the new shipment should arrive tonight at 9. We need a group to do pickup, who you wanna send?" The man asks as Dmitri rolls his eyes. As if he gives two shits about this right now. His grip on his lover's waist tightens as he picks up his pace, shoving his lover's face into the bed as he tries to think of a good response.

His head is on an angle, phone wedged between his muscular shoulder and his ear so Dmitri can at least attempt to be paying attention to the call. "*черт возьми*..." Dmitri pants, biting his lip as a bead of sweat trickles down his forehead. "Uh, send six of our men. Armed to the teeth and- *Иисус Христос*, you know the drill. The fuck you need me for?"

Dmitri is annoyed as he keeps pounding into his lover's ass. Fuck, his ass is so fucking tight, squeezing Dmitri's cock like a goddamn vice. The lewd slapping noises, the muffled moans and the sight of Dmitri's cock just going in and out of his lover's ass? Fuck, he needs this phone call to be over.