He smiled, then leaned down to kiss Aran. His Aran, "I shall love you always." He took Aran's wrists in one hand and used his other to guide his hard cock to Aran's eager hole. He shifted his hips, pressing in slowly as he continued kissing his slave. Once he pressed inside, he rolled his hips slowly.
Aran was all he had now. Certainly, he was all Illya needed. He had nothing in Russia to go back to. No friends, no family. And they were both hunted men. Aran was all he ever wanted.