Just hearing Yuri speak French to him could turn him on - if he wasn't already from the previous activities. He groaned, feeling weak to the power Yuri had over him. So much - too much. Why had he let someone, let alone this someone, have this over him. Of course, he had always heard that feelings were never a reasonable thing, and this definitely wasn't.

"Beautiful," hes said in Russian. "In time, it will be perfect." And then, he added. "I'll stick around until you make me leave." No one, not a single other person, would be able to force him away from Yuri. He fell confusingly hard for him years ago, and what he felt never vanished.

He lifted his hips to get out of his pants, settling the bottle of lube had fumbled for next to him.