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hey guys just a lil psa to say that im getting hella busy at work and I rly don't have time for Rp so I'm gonna have to fuck off outta here for a while. Feel free to follow me on my main @zxekravitz just shoot me a message to lmk who you are!! Thanks y'all for the chill ass time - hopefully I'll be back if work calms down a bit xx

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➢➡➙ (no homo)

➢Grope them ➡ Smack dat ass ➙ Pinch them (i have sinned)

it’s gross to say he’d “turned” anyone, but as milo’s hand cups his backside, tyler can’t help but feel a rush of pride at doing just that. yes, he knows sexuality is fluid, and what he did has very little to do with how milo feels or identifies, but damn does it feel good to win this one. almost as good as milo’s mouth on his, but not nearly as good as the weight of his hard, athletic body pressing against him.

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beep beep warning warning there r a couple of dudes bein guys under the cut!!! there is poorly written nsfw!!! don’t look if that’s not ur vibe!!! 

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing

If Milo were a little more cognisant of the situation he may have been a little embarrassed. Actually, a lot embarrassed. He wasn’t, though - the only thing he was really conscious of was how hot everything felt - he could hardly breathe through the heat, fingers knotted tight in the sheets beneath him, grip so forceful one elasticated corner was already sliding off. 

For a man who was resolutely not-a-bottom, Milo took to the whole thing like duck to water. Maybe it was because he was in obviously talented hands - something he’d never tell Tae, of course. He also wouldn’t tell Tae how much he enjoyed being under those hands - though honestly his body gave most of that away. His flushed face was one easy give away, his cock, hot and hard between muscular thighs was another. 

Milo’s back bowed upwards, forehead pressing into the mattress below him, harsh breathing barely muffled by the press of his face into the sheets. The muscles in his back and shoulders jumped, tightening and clenching with each resounding slap of Tae’s hips, smacking wetly against the full curve of his rear. 

“Shi—fuh-huh-uck,” Milo gaped, voice crackling and rasping with how much he’d already used it, each breath pushed out of him with the force of Tae’s thrusts. His hair clumped against his neck, falling hot in his face - the ponytail he’d been wearing had been lost sometime ago, somewhere between the hand down his pants at the kitchen counter and the breathless first orgasm against the bedroom door. He could feel the sweat beading down his back, the almost-cramp in his thighs from where they’d been tensed for so long. 

And then there’s Tae’s hand on the back of his head, knotted in the tangles of his hair, keeping his face pressed into the sheets. Shit. Milo’s very conscious of that - it was definitely out of his realms of his normal, to be held down by someone instead of doing the holding down. But Tae had very quickly wrested the reins from Milo’s grip and hadn’t given him much of a chance to pull them back again. 

Milo’s voice outright cracks when that hand draws back, using the grip on his dark locks to pull him with it. Milo’s forced upright, breathing hot and open-mouthed as Tae tugs him up. His head pulls back onto Tae’s shoulder, back curving forward into an arch as Tae’s free hand goes right for his dick. The touch makes Milo jolt, hips pumping forward, reaction so quick it was almost as if he were shocked. A handful of smooth strokes and Milo is coming in his second orgasm of the evening, this one just as breath-snatching and forceful as the first. 

His whole body shudders as he pulses through his climax, breathless, desperate little noises flowing from him unbidden, too caught up to stop them. He could feel Tae’s breath hot on his neck, his muttered little praises and various filthy phrases going unprocessed by Milo. After one particularly spine-tickling shudder he finds himself suddenly pushed back onto his stomach, face plopping back into the pillow. 

Tae’s hands grip tight at the narrow flare of Milo’s hips and he practically jackrabbits, no longer concerned with Milo’s pleasure, now on the search for his own end. There’s one two three final, desperate strokes before he pulls out suddenly, leaving Milo gut-wrenchingly empty. There’s a few more frantic milliseconds as he strips off the condom and with one two three pulses, paints his finish up the line of Milo’s spine. 

Tae stays poised, panting for a moment as his fingers cut bruises into Milo’s hip. Finally he falls away, dropping down beside the young man to rest on his back, still panting. There’s several moments of silence, the only sound their harsh breathing. Milo breaks it first, voice thick and scratchy.

“Dude. Did you just come on my back?” 

The disbelief in his tone almost makes Tae laugh. 

“Yup.” 

He pops the ‘p’ like an asshole, and he’s met with another one of Milo’s groans, though this one is significantly less pleasure-filled than the last. 

“You watch too much fuckin’ porn.” 

➡ Smack dat ass

The wet thwack of hand against skin makes Milo practically leap away, surprised noise bolting from his lips. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” Milo protests, hand still poised halfway towards his towel. He snatches it off the hook, turning to face Tae as he curls it protectively against his front, as if he thinks Tae might try to slap his nuts next. The smug look on Tae’s face makes Milo sigh - even with his hair plastered to his face like some wet sheepdog Tae looks so smug it makes Milo’s teeth hurt. Like the cat who got the cream and a piece of steak too. 

Tae’s expression morphs into something that can only be described as completely unbelievable innocence, eyes widening a touch. 

“What?” He replies, his tone light. Milo rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he turns away to knot his towel properly, offering Tae an eyeful of sculpted back and the generous swell of his ass in the process. God bless hockey players, in all honestly. Tae’s eyes wander a moment, admiring the remnants of his handiwork - a smattering of soon-to-bloom hickies across the back of his shoulder and neck, the glowing-red hand print on his rump. Nice. 

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” Milo mutters - Tae can see the heat rising in the back of his neck as he speaks, which tickles him to no end. 

“You love it,” he drawls, finally stepping out of the shower to snag a towel from himself, nudging Milo out of the way to get to the rack. 

“fuck off.”

➜ Play with mine’s hair

Milo props his elbows on his knees, back against the front of the sofa, butt parked on the floor. His head tips back against the cushion, sigh leaving him. The dude was beat - training had been rough - he could feel a new bruise blooming on his side, joining the collection he had smattered across his skin. His eye was also throbbing, the product of a misplaced elbow. It wasn’t the worst he’d ever had, but it was definitely something. 

“You look like shit.” 

Tae’s overly-cheerful voice makes Milo groan - he lifts a hand and flips the guy off, gesturing in the general direction of his voice without actually looking, just lifting his head. He hears the soft pad of footsteps and a few moments later, Tae thumps onto the sofa behind him, obviously having just jumped over the back of it. 

“I’m just being honest,” he continues, sprawling out, kicking his feet onto one arm. He’s silent a moment, the only sounds the tchk tchk of a lighter being kicked into life. Milo listens as Tae draws in a deep breath, holding it a moment before puffing it out. 

“You wanna hit this?”

“Do you know how many drug tests I have to do? No thanks,” Milo drawls in reply, pulling a face when Tae pats him on the head, as if he were a sulky dog being placated. 

“Poor Milo,” Tae chirps, tone a little sing-song as he keeps up his patting.”It must be hard, having to pee in so many cups. How do you keep yourself from getting dehydrated?” 

Milo scoffs at that, pulling a face. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

His sullen mutter is met with a chuckle from Tae, the patting ceasing. Instead his hand just rests on Milo’s head, fingers toying absently with his hair, still damp from his post-training shower. Milo just accepts this touch - he’s too tired to argue. Instead he just sits, listening to Tae smoke, nose occasionally wrinkling at the smell of pot. 

Tae’s touch grows as they sit in silence, combing absently through Milo’s hair, finger-brushing out all the little tangles. It was rare that Milo’s hair was actually out like this - 99.9% of the time the kid lived in either a bun or some kind of ponytail. He got plenty of shit about having a “manbun” from his teammates, but he didn’t really consider cutting it off - he liked it as it was, even if all he did was throw it up and not look at it everyday. 

Milo won’t admit it but the touch is a little soothing - his sore muscles relax, head tipping back to rest against the side side of Tae’s denim-clad thigh. He huffs a little breath out his nose, puffing a stray strand of hair from his face. 

“What kinda shampoo d’you use?” 

Milo tilts his head a little. 

“Huh?”

“Shampoo, dude. What kind? Your hair’s pretty soft.”

Milo shrugs. 

“Head and shoulders, mostly? The apple one.”

Tae’s hand disappears from his head the moment Milo speaks and just like that the quiet little spell is broken. Milo turns, eyes opening just in time to see Tae’s fingers being wiped on his jeans.

“Head and shoulders? Dude. You must have hella dandruff. Gross.”

That earns another huff from Milo as he pulls himself to his feet, using the coffee table as leverage. He turns once he’s upright, padding past the sofa.

“Shut the fuck up,” Milo repeats, giving Tae’s head a shove as he passes, heading into the kitchen. 

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quinnxkang:

“Why did you ever start this?” Quinn joked, shaking his head. “Someone probably died from this, you know. I guarantee ice skating has killed someone.” Quinn was grumbling more to himself as Milo approached, only grateful to have himself steadied by someone far more skilled in this art than he was.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure it’s hilarious. It’s totally not my fault that my feet are made to stay on the ground. The unfrozen ground.”

“Because I enjoy it?” Milo replies, before shrugging. “Yeah, definitely. People die doing everything, man. That’s how life works - it ends.” 

He steadies Quinn with the hand on his arm, mouth curling up at one corner. “It’s pretty funny,” he relents. “Yeah? I dunno, man - you don’t even look very coordinated there.” 

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tylerbeyond:

using milo’s arm to stand, his grin turned wry. “you’ve got to be at least a level five friend to unlock my tragic backstory.” if he stood straight and didn’t move too much, he almost looked comfortable on the skates. so, he let milo go. “i bet it’s hella tempting. almost as tempting as makin’ out with me, i bet.” his voice was light and playful. “most people don’t know if they want to kiss me or kill me. it was almost our band name.”

“That sounds like some corny tweet from an edgy nerd,” Milo claims, tutting his tongue a little bit. He lets Tae skate away from him - he follows behind after a moment, figuring he should keep a little close in case the dude needs more rescuing. 

“Ugh, barf. Only in your dreams, dude.”

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raynavarro:

Raven huffed and tried her absolute best to balance on the skates. She felt ridiculous, like a child learning how to walk for the first time. She stretched her hands to Milo, skating forward only a bit at a time to get to him. “It was a stupid suggestion and I’m an idiot for agreeing to it.” She was just pouting, she knew, but in that moment she didn’t care how she sounded.”I swear if you let me fall…”

Milo skates forward to meet Raven halfway, taking one of her hands in his. “I’m not denying that,” he teases, mouth curling up at one corner. He huffs a little laugh, before shaking his head. 

“I won’t let you fall, Ray. C’mon, you think I’d do that?”

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fckjamie:

“Am I supposed to feel flattered or insulted by that? I can’t even tell anymore” the brunette sighed in deeply, taking the other’s hand and pulling themselves up, granting the other a thankful smile. “That’s cool. What is it? Figure skating? Or a sport? Either way, that’s amazing. I wish I could do something that cool.”

“Take it how you want,” Milo drawls in reply, digging in his heels a touch to help tug them to their feet. “Hockey - my ma wanted me to get into figure skating but that never panned out for her.” He answers. “Everyone has their talents, right?” 

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jessehyeon:

“You can’t do that– you can’t just decide you’re not an annoying prick,” they said laughingly, watching him skate gracefully towards them. He’d be cuter, they thought, if he wasn’t so severe. 

They squatted obediently, fumbling towards proper stance. “Like this?” No, as it turned out. They lost their footing and reflexively clapped their hand in Milo’s to stay upright. “Fuck!”

“And you can’t just decide that I am,” Milo parrots in reply, firing Jesse’s line right back at them. Milo makes a sound halfway between laughter and exasperation at Jesse’s attempt to skate. 

“What’re you tryna do? Sit on the ice?” Milo teases. “I’m starting to think you might be beyond help at this point.”

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anthonyxsmith:

of course no one had any clue what he was talking about, he hardly had any clue what he was talking about. the only reason he was well aware in the term sugar daddy was because he had taken interest in a girl a little younger than him some years ago and his mother, his own mother had labeled him such a thing. ❝ this whole daddy kink shit need to stop so i feel you on that one.❞ 

"Yeah... That shit is dark,” Milo replies with a wrinkle of his nose. The amount of underage kids he saw using that shit online was kind of horrifying, honestly. Maybe he just wasn’t cool and hip with the young kids any more, but when he was in his early teens he was way more focused on hockey than he was on celebrities. 

“People needa get hobbies or somethin’.”

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tylerbeyond:

“karma’s a fuckin’ bitch,” he muttered, darkly. “the guy who nearly killed me gets away with it, but i try to get just a small piece of dat ass and i’m the asshole.” tae slowly got up on all fours. his hands and knees threatened to splay in all directions. arms trembling and hands frozen, he very carefully attempted to stand. his legs wobbled  and his knees buckled. wildly, he reached for the nearest body, and ended up grabbing milo by the arm to keep from collapsing back on the ice.

“Nearly killed you? How?” Milo retorts. “I dunno, man. Seems like a pretty apt punishment for sexual harassment,” he chides with a tut of his tongue, thick brows still furrowed down. He huffs when Tae windmills into him again, catching his elbow reflexively. 

“Y’know how tempting it is to just let you wipe out again?”

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tylerbeyond:

“delusional? i don’t even know the meaning of the word,” he sniffed. now that was more like what he was used to hearing.

“why you lyin’?” tae exclaimed. “why you lyin’?” he repeated. milo passed in front of him once more, and tae saw an opportunity. he spanked milo square on the ass. the action overbalanced him, causing tae to fall foward and skid over the ice on his front.

“Invest in a dictionary, then,” he replies blandly, shaking his head a little. This dude really was something else - Milo was torn between laughing and headbutting him. Both were very tempting. Tae’s next actions definitely made the whole headbutting thing a little more tempting though. 

Milo didn’t expect the firm clap of a hand against the round muscle of his ass - he really didn’t think Tae was quite that brazen. He turns just in time to see the dude wipe the fuck out, spilling down onto the ice like a child at their first skating lesson. 

For a moment Milo considers leaving him there and getting his ass out of the rink, but he wants to have the final word. Plus that’s a fall that deserves to be made fun of. 

“That was karma, dude. That was literally karma in action.”

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tylerbeyond:

“it’s not an opinion, it’s a fact. i’m fuckin’ awesome, and you’re stupid into me.” who know milo was so generous. most people he knew called his opinion of himself things like “overblown” and “ridiculously high.” not that any of it bothered tyler very much, or at all. still, it hurt his ego just the tiniest bit to be such a fish out of water while milo skated circles around him, both literally and figuratively. “the funny thing is, i don’t actually watch that much porn. if i did, it wouldn’t be sports related either. it’s just real life, man. team sports are super gay. like, who spanks your ass more; women or your teammates?”

“An alternative fact, maybe,” Milo drawls in response. His eyes roll again. “Now you’re slipping into delusional territory, Tae. You better reel it in while you still can.”

He huffs a short noise, a mix of amusement and mild irritation. “I can’t say I’m the spankee in many situations, man. Sorry to disappoint.”

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Hazel: I really don't wanna touch him - he's the size of my hand.

Hazel: can you help me?

Milo: [text] can i help you? are you calling me a sucker?

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fckjamie:

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s spot-on commentary, losing balance and falling instantly. The brunette shook their head, taking a deep breath “That’s a misconception, it takes baby giraffes half a day before they can run. It takes humans fucking months to sit straight” they smirked, looking up at the other “I’m as graceful as a newborn, burping in everyone’s shoulders. How do you do it?” 

Milo’s brows flick up when they fall - he skates forward, pulling to a stop in front of their prone form. “Maybe you’re just a real special baby giraffe, then,” he replies, extending a hand so as to help Jamie up. “Years of practice. I’ve been skating since I could walk, pretty much.”