#doesntmaatta

HE’S TRYING OKAY he’s a dumb boy with one braincell he shares with the team okay he’s still hoping it will appear one day :((

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Carey looks up from his phone, his hand resting against the front of his jeans, at a very naked PK spread out on the hotel bed. It's a nice sight, and PK curls his toes against the rucked-up comforter when he sees Carey looking at him. He strokes PK's hand, watching PK try to curl up closer to Carey while still *not* moving at all. Carey presses his nails in against PK's palm, "You told me you'd be good."PK laughs, a little shaky, "I did." Carey frowns slightly, mostly to himself, but PK closes his eyes. Carey sits down on the edge of the bed, wishing he had rope to tie PK down, to make him feel *secure*. Oddly enough, the concierge doesn't provide rope without asking *questions*, so Carey'd just have to work PK over without it. He grips PK's chin, his thumb pressing against PK's goatee, "Look at me."PK blinks, nods, looking a little lost, "Please, Carey--"He almost never says his name in bed, and that makes Carey lean down, his hands hot against PK's bare skin, "What do you need?""Just--" PK huffs out another weak laugh, "tell me I'm good. Tell me that." Carey bites the inside of his lip, and leans closer, his mouth brushing against PK's jaw, "Is that all? You always want more."PK wraps his hand around Carey's wrist, "Just. Get on top of me." That, Carey can do, pressing himself against PK, and PK sighs happily, even though Carey's jeans grind roughly against his cock, even though his belt digs in against his abs. Carey shifts his hips, presses PK's hands down flat against the sheets, and fuck, yes, PK smiles, real and perfect. Carey grips him tighter, "So good. You always go down so perfectly for me." PK licks his lips, "Yeah, you love my mouth on you--" He presses his fingers against PK's lips, enough that PK can suck on them, and he says, "Yeah, I do. You're more than a cocksucker, babe. You know what you do out on the ice, always looking out for me.""What," PK says, around Carey's fingers, his tongue pressing against them, and Carey slides them deeper, presses down on PK's tongue. Carey presses him harder against the sheets, rubbing his shirt against PK's nipples, "So smart out there, so strong, babe. Always looking to score."PK moans, and Carey pinches his nipple. PK's probably getting the front of his pants dirty, but Carey doesn't give a fuck, not when PK's breathing like this, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth wrapped around Carey's fingers like it's a *treat*. Carey digs his nail in, circling around PK's nipple, "You're so good, so open, babe. You needed this, eh?"PK lifts his hips up against Carey, and it's a pleasure to press a leg right between PK's thighs, to have him try to rub off against his jeans. Carey smirks, "Fuck, look at you, how can no one say *no*," and god, they don't have enough *time* to wreck each other but PK can get just what he needs. Just can be pressed flat against the sheets and let himself be tortured, let Carey slap the insides of his thighs until come pools on his abs.

i like what i like 😚

everyone is crying! including me! 

Some people are just nice to look at eh

I did have some of our conversations in mind