With, until the prison transfer. Then your belongings would be confiscated. Clothes included. [ Cheol-gang glances down, stares pointedly at the fabric drawn tight across Irving's now-apparently-hard cock with a vaguely indifferent, vaguely disapproving look.
Doesn't take much, does it?
The fact that he's been in a decidedly aroused state since Stop K-3 is something that doesn't bear remarking upon, of course. Besides, Cheol-gang has the decency to keep his coat closed even though the heavy wool has become suffocatingly, oppressively hot. Another reason that getting inside is the only thing he can think about at the moment, aside from how quickly he could get Irving prone, what it would feel like to grab his shoulders and slam him against the wall right now—because he could, undoubtedly. Irving's taller, but he's otherwise outmatched in every way. ]
it's comrade.... major cho if ya nasty...
Doesn't take much, does it?
The fact that he's been in a decidedly aroused state since Stop K-3 is something that doesn't bear remarking upon, of course. Besides, Cheol-gang has the decency to keep his coat closed even though the heavy wool has become suffocatingly, oppressively hot. Another reason that getting inside is the only thing he can think about at the moment, aside from how quickly he could get Irving prone, what it would feel like to grab his shoulders and slam him against the wall right now—because he could, undoubtedly. Irving's taller, but he's otherwise outmatched in every way. ]
You get off on this.
[ As though it's a new observation. ]