fic where rookie luca is billeting with his captain ilya and one day, when ilya is out, a package arrives. it doesn't have a name on it, just ilya's address, and luca was expecting something in the mail, so he takes it to his room and opens it. inside the discreet shipping box is another box with a brand that luca recognizes. he has some toys of the same brand squirreled away in a box inside a bag in the closet of his room in ilya's house.
there's a note inside, taped pristinely on the inner box. it's thanking the customer "roz" for his patience and support while they ensured to fulfill his order with the highest quality materials, as well as adding a link to their website with the request that he fill out a survey related to the molding and customer service process. what? molding?
luca knows he shouldn't open the next box. he's already gone too far; he should just put the box where ilya would find it and maybe he'd be able to meet his captain's eyes in a few years. he knows this. he still opens the box.
he's not sure what he expects or anticipates, but he still chokes a little on his own breath when he peels the tape off the box and it's a dildo. not just any dildo, though, and not like luca's--his are plain, brightly colored things with the default textures that they came off the production line with. luca's aren't nine inches long and thick enough that his hole clenches in a horny kind of terror. luca's don't have the uneven veins that he's only seen up close in porn. he takes another look at the note, at where it thanks roz for his patience with the molding process. this isn't just any dildo.
this is ilya rozanov's cock.
he's seen it before in the showers--it's hard not to, even when luca avoids it at all costs for fear of popping a boner in front of the entire centaurs roster and god himself--but fuck, he's never seen it hard like it must've been when ilya made the mold of it.
he really, really should give this back. fuck, he's probably sending it to his girl, the one he refuses to talk about but always texts with that enamored look on his face. he could give it back and apologize and lie that he thought it was his and suffer the humiliation of having to explain that he likes it up the ass, as much as it would be awful and roz would be mad at him for it. he could throw it away and pretend it never happened.
he does none of these. he takes it in his hand and feels the weight of it, brushes a finger along a vein that he imagines would pulse on the real thing. instead, he takes it to his on suite bathroom and turns on the shower.
a few hours later, ilya asks him if luca had seen any packages come, saying that he was expecting a delivery today. heart racing and throat aching, luca has to clear his sore throat. he says no.
he doesn't know that ilya has a camera on his porch.
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