At that moment he felt Stefan knock off his shoe. Then another. He took his pants and briefs off Mikołaj and spread his legs wide, almost to the limit of their capability.
"You know who goes the best with the sadist?"
Skrzynecki swallowed. Of course he knew, only ...
Shit, he used the word for 'S' himself, but that wasn't in a textbook sense. Szwedas was not a real sadist, he just liked to have Mikołaj under his control and Mikołaj really liked that he finally met someone who did not require almost anything from him, but gives so much of himself. So it wasn't real sadism, just a child's play, playing with words that no longer had such a strong resonance as in almost ancient times. Anyway, he himself called Stefan a sadist, so he couldn't just back off and run away now. In fact, there was really a dependency between them that could, although only to a small extent, be described as such.
"I know," he confirmed, blushing. "But I won't say that one word."
