Mar 19
[...] Hollander swore under his breath and lunged forward to kiss him. He grabbed Ilya’s T-shirt in a tight fist and pulled him closer. ㅤIlya moaned at the hot slide of Hollander’s tongue against his. He tugged roughly on the hair at the back of Hollander’s head, tipping his head back so he could deepen the kiss. ㅤThey broke apart and Hollander looked at him, eyes wild and dark hair a mess [...] ㅤ“On your knees,” Ilya said softly, just to see what he would do. ㅤExpecting Hollander to tell him to fuck off, Ilya’s breath caught in his throat as he watched him sink fluidly to the floor.
