They lounged on the bed, fingers entangled. Zangief's head was resting on Kohut’s bare abdomen and the quiet was comfortable.
There were no illusions here, they were nothing if not pragmatical men.
“Warning. Warning. Game is being unplugged.”
Zangief rolled over, letting go of Kohut’s hand and pushing himself up.
“This is being it, then.”
The black soldier looked at him, eyes warm, “Yeah.”
It was a smooth motion that Zangief made, straddling Kohut and settling himself right over the already bare groin of the other man. A cocky grin on his face as the dick beneath him stirred.
“One last time for the road?”
Kohut reached out and stroked fingertips down Zangief’s face. Trailing them down the defined pectoral muscles, over rock hard abdominals and along the top of the half hard cock. Chuckling at the grunt of pleasure that came from the wrestler and settling more comfortably on the bed.