[You're mine, you're mine... the words play over and over in his head. They sound so familiar, like an echo of the past, but they come from Lupin's lips and that's all that matters right now.

He's still full and sensitive, feels Lupin's cum leaking out a little around his softening cock but savors the sensation.

His hand comes to rest on his lover's hip as Lupin strokes his stomach.]

What can I say? You spend years with the Soviet Union and get injected with some crap that makes it possible. Least there's one good side effect. Hearing you say smooth things like that, for example.