"Tsk Tsk Tsk..."~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Illya worked up a sweat as he pushed and thrust himself again and again. Moaning; he stopped.

“Hey,” Napoleon chuckled.” Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“What? Ohhh...keep your thoughts to yourself. I am almost finished.”

“I thought you were?”

“No I am not, but one-last-push… ”

“Waiting patiently tovarisch.”

“I am coming, will you just please relax Napoleon? …Yesss,” Illya hissed with pleasure.

“If you were stuck in a drain pipe, wouldn’t you be a little anxious, partner?”

Illya grabbed Solo by his jacket collar and hauled him up to his freedom.

“Happy?”

“Immensely.”