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On Sunday, Lenin had dinner at the Kremlin after the meeting of Suvnarkom. Bukharin and Kamenev were there as well. They kept the conversation light but would often interject that they were worried about him. Lenin had two glasses of wine with dinner. He refrained from drinking any more as he had to be able to work at night. The last thing he wanted was to have to spend the night with his comrades.
The hugs and promises not to work too much were finished by ten and Lenin could finally have some time alone he went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water and He was pleased to find Trotsky in the kitchen drinking tea.
"Ilich! I didn't know you're here." Trotsky said. His face lit up from pleasure.
"Yes. I arrived this afternoon."
Trotsky took his empty teacup to the sink. Turning his back to Lenin he said "So how was the meeting? I couldn't make it there." awkwardly refusing to look at Lenin's calculating face. " well... I don't know… Sometimes I really get bored of them. I mean my comrades" Lenin walked behind Trotsky and pressed his body against his back. "But it's you that I get hard around." He whispered in his ear.
Trotsky stilled as Lenin gently pulled back his hair and kissed his neck. A moment later, Lenin spun Trotsky around and pressed their mouths together in a searing kiss which the later welcomed passionately. He began to walk, steering them over to the kitchen table. He turned him around once more and quickly shoved down Trotsky's pants.
"Bend over," Lenin said forcefully.
By the time Trotsky's hands hit the table, Lenin had his zipper down and his dick out. He lubricated Trotsky and positioned the head of his cock. He was desperate to be inside him. He was desperate to feel anything besides the way he had been feeling. He gripped the hips in front of him and fucked hard and fast. Lenin could feel the fire welling in the pit of his stomach as it twisted and burned. The dishes rattled inside the shaking kitchen cabinets. Trotsky let out a savage moan, spurring Lenin to slam into him even harder. It was so good to feel someone so close. He reached around with his hand, slick with sweat, and tugged at Trotsky's erection. A few strokes and Trotsky came over Lenin's fist. His arse clenched down on Lenin's cock, and the tight heat sucked his climax right out of him. Lenin's cry was hoarse and ragged as he came, giving one last brutal thrust. Panting and whispering sweet words in Trotsky's ear for a second he felt like the whole world was spinning before his eyes. All he could do was to collapse on the floor. Trotsky followed suit and they lied there panting for several minutes.
"Guess you'd been waiting for this a long time?" Trotsky asked, kissing and nuzzling Lenin's neck as soon as he caught his breath. Lenin nodded and couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. Kissing top of his lovers head, he leaned his face on Trotsky's hair closing his eyes, obviously enjoying having him so near. "I see that I should get you upset in these meetings more often." "Prat" Lenin said and leaned forward to capture Trotsky's soft lips in a gentle kiss.
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