sexter.
But still somehow he’d be fisting his cock later, thinking about how Hollander was probably bright pink when he typed it, and half hard in his little shorts.
Hollanov |
Ilya wasn’t superstitious, at least no more than most hockey players.
He got dressed in the same order every time, taped his stick the same, and listened to the same music on game days.
Thats why he was certain Shane Hollander had cursed him. Some sort of
texting Shane Hollander that next time he was going to use three fingers and make him cry.
And good Canadian boring boy took many minutes to reply, probably panicking and typing and retyping. Only to end up saying: Okay. 👍🏻
Ilya snorted as he adjusted his cock. A terrible
SunaAtsu
Rin thought they were having a lovely, albeit sweaty, post-coital snuggle when Atsumu sat up straight. Face pale, looking horrified.
“Oh my god,” was said with such disgust that Rin blinked. “Do I have a crush on ya? Oh, fuck. Ew. Ew. What the fuck. I’m gonna barf.”
god.”
Rin kissed the top of his head. “I promise to take care of your poor, fragile heart.” Then a little slower, softer. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been in love with you for like a decade.”
Atsumu was silent for a moment, then sniffled. “That’s so embarrassing for ya.”
SunaAtsuKuroo
Kuroo’s gotten plenty of reactions when people see him naked for the first time. Most enthusiastic, one a memorable thumbs up, but nothing like this.
Atsumu is staring at the both of them, paused from where he was taking off his shirt.
“I think we are going to