wondering about the rich inner world of my uber driver while en route to the airport at 5am post harry styles concert/went to the club and didnāt sleep all night. leftover glitter makeup still on (Chic)
sometimes Ilya and Shane pretend the cottage is a semi public space when they're fucking. like, Ilya will push Shane up against a railing outside on the deck, pulling his shorts down just enough to grope at his ass and play with his hole, telling him that he's been wanting to touch him all day. One of Ilya's hands would grip Shane's chin while the other one would still be on his ass. "You've been teasing me with those tiny fucking shorts. Waiting for me to just take you, huh?" Shane would try to deny it, say something along the lines of, "Those are my favorite ones. They the most comfortable" or some shit.
Ilya would bite Shane's neck as a warning, a playful way to tell him to stop lying. "You've been begging for it. Look at you being so fucking needy. Letting me show you off." Shane would moan at that. Pushing his as back into Ilya's crotch, somehow managing to get his mouth on one of Ilya's fingers, sucking on it. "You like that, don't you? Me showing you off?"
And their little game would play on and end with Ilya fucking Shane against the railing, telling him what a good boy he is.