Summary:

Ilya hadn't realized when he had started stroking his erection through his dusty, wax-covered pants. It had been instinctive. A strong urge that made his cheeks flush and made him hard as a rock as he stood there, crouched with his ear pressed against the cupboard door, listening to the sweet voice and filling his lungs with the most delicious aroma he could imagine. or what happens when you put two horndogs in a medieval fantasy setting close enough to develop a very serious case of sexual tension