Kirill waits for me at the top of the stairs. He's had enough to drink that his breathing is audible, and his balance so bad he must shift along the wall to stay upright.

"Out with one of your whores?" Kirill asks, voice thick with alcohol.

I cannot help smiling. No whoring for me. I was down by river doing dead drop. No matter how long I go without talking face to face with handlers, I never miss dead drop.

Okay, so one time I had to augment dead drop with real dead body. It was poetic. Also not my fault. Was circumstance beyond my control.

"Was she beautiful? Did she have a sweet sweet pussy?"

Kirill. Tsk. Is such a rude man. He pushes me. I push back. He likes this. When he pushes me against wall I like it too. His body is hard and straining, his cock the same. My cock is hard too. It has been hard for days, and this might help it. Kirill's breath is hot on my neck. He licks his lips and I want him close enough to feel tongue on me.

I lean forward so my breath will tickle his ear. "Women are nothing but trouble," I tell him.

I tell truth. I am tied up in knots for this woman I do not even know. She gets offended. She thinks I play with her. She thinks I am too forward. Fuck. It's not like she has been forthcoming. Not like she is giving anything up. Tease. Fucking tease. All women are whores or teases. I decided that earlier, around the time I started on second bottle.

"You," Kirill tells me, "you are the kind of man who thrives on trouble."

More than Kirill knows.

Kirill moves in close again and he is hard against my hip. His hair falls over his face in dark streaks. His eyes are wild, but that is nothing unusual for him.

I go weak, making him think I give up. He moves even closer and I push hard. It happens so fast he does not fight back. I have him against wall. He begins struggle, wiry and strong, but not as strong as me. Oh, no.

His hips come forward like invitation and I have him out in a second. Kirill has good, hard cock, with nice shape and beautiful curve to it, which he never puts to good use. This is all he wants. All he will take. It is waste of good cock, but I give it to him because it is better than nothing. A hard, unforgiving fist on his cock, and his thigh between my legs. I dryfuck against his thigh. He will not touch my cock with his precious hands but he will make his thigh hard and make it rise up against me.

It is done almost as soon as it started. We have both been suffering from unrequited lust lately. He closes his eyes and shakes his head saying "No, no, no."

This time, I touch his neck with my mouth. He tastes sour.

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