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your son is in real good hands, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚. ♡
just don't ask why he suddenly wants to come over a lot more often. 😇
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@OBCISORRR ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
zhenya nods along, near feverish in his excitement. his face ran red with blush as he trailed his palms up ilya's chest, melting into the warmth of his touch.
“ you are very handsome. ”
his tone betrays a kind of shyness, much too eager for his own good.
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@foolishdeaths the quick reply has Ilya chuckling
soft as his body shifts to accommodate
the weight pressed against him . a
small grin tugging at the corners of
his mouth , pressing encouragingly
against the others touching .
“ hmm very okay . . ”
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stretching his arms out
above his head , shirt riding
up to expose a hint of flesh .
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@OBCISORRR ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ yes. ”
the soldier responds without a second thought. he hesitates to move closer, hips soon pressed to his.
“ is this... okay? ”
zhenya's voice carries a softness unfitting for a man in uniform, looking up to meet his gaze.
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@foolishdeaths their differences in size is apparent ,
but moreso as large palms continue
to grope and squeeze at the flesh
of his stomach and sides . luckily
he wasn’t ticklish this way .
“ enjoying it , mалыш . . ? ”
voice a low purr , accent lacing
each word as it’s spoken .
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@wxnters0ldier_ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
the soldier lowers his mask just enough to eat, already grabbing a handful and shoving them shamelessly into his mouth...
letting out a sweet noise of approval, unable to speak with his mouth so full.
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@foolishdeaths He smirked, giving him the bag of fries.
“There.”
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@OBCISORRR ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
the soldier doesn't have nearly enough shame to pass up this opportunity. both hands now find themself on ilya's toned stomach, completely transfixed by the feeling of his flesh beneath his fingers...
gently groping at his waist. so small.
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@foolishdeaths arms tuck themselves behind
ilyas head , leaving the area
of toned and scarred flesh
exposed for the curious touching .
still no words spoken , just a low
hum of encouragement .
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♰ retweetledi
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ you're so good to me. ”
his voice is lowered to a whisper, each word pressed softly to emre's ear. zhenya's hands roam higher, exporing the curve of the soldier's chest with little shame.
“ i want to indulge you. ”
𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄. ݁ᛪ༙@chernobogged
"you keep that up. . . feels nice." he adds, a little quieter than usual.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ more than alright. ”
he's content to remain in the moment for just a little longer. taking in the feeling of emre, the way he smells, the sound of his voice...
zhenya presses an open-mouthed kiss to the skin on his neck, trailing them down.
“ this is
𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄. ݁ᛪ༙@chernobogged
"you alright there?" he asks, patting him gently. "sorry for being so distracting. i know i have quite the memorable face~"
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
“ you are not scary. ”
there's something endearingly innocent about how honestly he answers, taking everything far too literally. he doesn't hesitate to return the affection, warm to the touch as emre closes the distance between them.
“ i am just...
𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄. ݁ᛪ༙@chernobogged
"i don't bite, zhenya. not that hard, anyway~"
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
he can only whine as he's forced to stare back, almost pathetic in how quickly he's submitted to emre's demands. his eyes briefly try to stare somewhere, anywhere else, before finally meeting his gaze.
“ mm... yes. sorry. ”
the words nearly get caught
𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄. ݁ᛪ༙@chernobogged
it's put to good use, though. now being used to hold one of zhenya's cheeks and force him to look across at emre.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
zhenya could only meet his gaze in short bursts, sweet brown eyes darting between him and whatever else can distract his racing thoughts.
he reaches for emre's waist without much thought, pulling him close for an added bit of stability.
“ you can have
𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐄. ݁ᛪ༙@chernobogged
again, insane how he speaks with so little shame or hesitation. in regards to that hedonism, emre might just be cut from the same cloth . . . only he tends to hide it better. mostly. ☺️
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