Szwedas had too much of a mouth to answer with words, so his answer, though conveyed in tongue, was physical, not verbal, and Mikołaj could not suppress a cry of surprise and pleasure. Stefan's tongue was like a hornet's sting, thin and long and entering with the deadly passion that belongs to the kings of insects.
"God ...!" Mikołaj shouted as much as possible in the spirit of Christmas. "You drive me crazy! Come inside me, finally!"
Skrzynecki did not ask anymore, but did demand. The two drinks he had drunk a few minutes earlier had encouraged him. They were not very strong, not for his ability to absorb alcohol, but after adding to the excitement of what Szwedas was doing with him and the memories of what he had done with him before...
"Stefan, I am no longer a virgin! I do not need…"
Oh, he sure wasn't, and it hadn't been for a long time. After all, he lost his virginity in this very room and with this man in such similar circumstances.
