I'll Live While I Can, Dear

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you said prone bone and it activated a neuron in my brain 😵‍💫 imagine shane slept on his stomach and when ilya wakes up hard he rolls over on top of him to wake him up, but they’re so comfortable and shane doesn’t wanna move, he’ll spread his legs just enough for ilya to fit inside him. he’s still wet and loose from the night before so ilya slides right in. it’s slow and lazy and…hang on, ilya’s laid back down on shane’s back and now he’s pinned underneath all that bulk. not that shane felt like moving to begin with but now he’s pinned underneath him and can’t get the leverage to move if he wanted to and that’s hotter than he has the brain power to admit right now. ilya winds his arms underneath shane’s chest and up to grip his shoulders and uses them as leverage as he sets a steady, mind melting pace. they’re both still soft and and slow from sleep, ilya’s resting all his weight on shane, his hips are the only part of him that’s moving and he’s angled just right. shane can’t move, he’s smothering his whines into his pillow while ilya nails his prostate again and again. ilya’s mumbling into the crook of his neck how good he is, how he doesn’t have to move, just take it, just let ilya use his hole. shane’s getting just enough friction from his cock rutting against the mattress. his legs are shaking where they’re trapped between ilya’s thighs as he comes and it’s soooo good except ilya’s not stopping. he’s shaking and oversensitive and still trapped and ilya’s not letting him go anywhere until he’s finished…

I have recently become obsessed with Hollanov doing "infidelity confrontation" roleplays. And by that I essentially mean I have been imagining @hr-rep's divorce rp, where they pretend to have a blow up fight (usually about cheating) so that they can have the catharsis of rough make up sex.

nothing just these pics of hudson williams where he looks so specifically 90s fine it actually makes me want to run straight through a building

you said prone bone and it activated a neuron in my brain 😵‍💫 imagine shane slept on his stomach and when ilya wakes up hard he rolls over on top of him to wake him up, but they’re so comfortable and shane doesn’t wanna move, he’ll spread his legs just enough for ilya to fit inside him. he’s still wet and loose from the night before so ilya slides right in. it’s slow and lazy and…hang on, ilya’s laid back down on shane’s back and now he’s pinned underneath all that bulk. not that shane felt like moving to begin with but now he’s pinned underneath him and can’t get the leverage to move if he wanted to and that’s hotter than he has the brain power to admit right now. ilya winds his arms underneath shane’s chest and up to grip his shoulders and uses them as leverage as he sets a steady, mind melting pace. they’re both still soft and and slow from sleep, ilya’s resting all his weight on shane, his hips are the only part of him that’s moving and he’s angled just right. shane can’t move, he’s smothering his whines into his pillow while ilya nails his prostate again and again. ilya’s mumbling into the crook of his neck how good he is, how he doesn’t have to move, just take it, just let ilya use his hole. shane’s getting just enough friction from his cock rutting against the mattress. his legs are shaking where they’re trapped between ilya’s thighs as he comes and it’s soooo good except ilya’s not stopping. he’s shaking and oversensitive and still trapped and ilya’s not letting him go anywhere until he’s finished…