rising from the dead to share my heated rivalry fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78453566/chapters/205675546
married hollanov | explicit | 2/2 chapters
Ilya wasn’t a quitter, but even he eventually had to admit defeat. If he kept this up, he’d probably end up with rug burn—hand burn?—on his dick.
He groaned and let his arm thunk down on the mattress at his side. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Maybe it was just a fluke. Yes, maybe his body knew there were much better places to come than in his own fist. Namely, in or on his husband.
or: Ilya’s sex life meets its fiercest opponent yet: antidepressants.










