[MIKHAIL]
"If anyone comes in here now, I will kill them," Agust growled slowly, his eyes raking over Mikhail as if to remind himself that he needed to be rational.
It was a magnificent fail, though, because where they both were, it was impossible for anyone to stay sane and keep their hands to themselves.
The subject of rationality was also greatly questioned in ways that would never have seen the light of day. After all, what was rationality when Mikhail looked so damn beautiful without any piece of clothing on him?
What was rational when Mikhail's full chest stared at Agust like it was calling him, begging him to do something, anything.
And what was rationality when Agust could smell just how turned on his Misha was for him?
"You look starved," Mikhail breathed like the man wasn't right there before him, his hard-on making a tent in his slacks and his obsession showing.
