drunk hollanov
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“Can’t stop thinking ‘bout how hot it is,” Hollander said. “If you fucked me like this.”
Ilya’s pulse jumped in his throat. “Fuck,” he moaned.
“Yeah, ‘cause I can’t really move. ‘Nd I don’t really know — maybe I wouldn’t really know wha’s happening. But it’d be okay, ‘cause it’s you,” Hollander said, as if the gravity of those words weren’t nearly unbearable.
“Hollander, fuck,” Ilya said as arousal coiled, hot and tight, in his stomach. “You want me to fuck you when you’re drunk?”
“Yeah,” Hollander said. “‘Cause normally — normally I can take you, y’know?”
“Take me?” Ilya echoed.
“Yeah,” Hollander said, huffing, sounding a little offended even though Ilya had just wanted clarification. “Push you off ‘nd stuff. Stop you. If I wanna. But I don’t wanna. I just. I have no control right now, y’know? You could do anything, and I’d —” Hollander swallowed, thick and audible through the phone. “I’d trust you. I’d just be so —“ His next words shook. “Helpless. You could just… take. What you want. Anything you want. Everything. I wouldn’t even matter.”Shane calls Ilya while drunk.
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- Part 1 of drunk hollanov
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Hollander blinked up at Ilya, then blinked a little harder, but his eyes weren’t quite the hazy confusion either of them craved.
“More,” Ilya said, holding another shot.
Instead of reaching for it, Hollander did something unexpected: his pouty, red mouth fell open and his eyes fluttered half-closed.
“Fuck,” Ilya muttered. He reached up with his other hand, fingers tracing the plush curve of Hollander’s bottom lip and prodding at the fullness of his upper lip. Then his fingers curved inward, nudging against Hollander’s blunt teeth, his jaw not quite open enough to receive Ilya. But he opened up readily, allowing Ilya barely enough time to enjoy the smooth edges of his enamel before Ilya’s fingers fell inward, pressing down against his warm, wet tongue.
Ilya leaned forward and tongued at his own fingers before finding his way into Hollander’s mouth, blood pounding in his ears as his breathing quickened.
“Drink,” he said, messily, into Hollander’s mouth.Shane asks Ilya to fuck him while he’s drunk.
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- Part 2 of drunk hollanov