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beep beep warning warning there r a couple of dudes bein guys under the cut!!! there is poorly written nsfw!!! donât look if thatâs not ur vibe!!!Â
â Pull on their hair/clothing
If Milo were a little more cognisant of the situation he may have been a little embarrassed. Actually, a lot embarrassed. He wasnât, though - the only thing he was really conscious of was how hot everything felt - he could hardly breathe through the heat, fingers knotted tight in the sheets beneath him, grip so forceful one elasticated corner was already sliding off.Â
For a man who was resolutely not-a-bottom, Milo took to the whole thing like duck to water. Maybe it was because he was in obviously talented hands - something heâd never tell Tae, of course. He also wouldnât tell Tae how much he enjoyed being under those hands - though honestly his body gave most of that away. His flushed face was one easy give away, his cock, hot and hard between muscular thighs was another.Â
Miloâs back bowed upwards, forehead pressing into the mattress below him, harsh breathing barely muffled by the press of his face into the sheets. The muscles in his back and shoulders jumped, tightening and clenching with each resounding slap of Taeâs hips, smacking wetly against the full curve of his rear.Â
âShiâfuh-huh-uck,â Milo gaped, voice crackling and rasping with how much heâd already used it, each breath pushed out of him with the force of Taeâs thrusts. His hair clumped against his neck, falling hot in his face - the ponytail heâd been wearing had been lost sometime ago, somewhere between the hand down his pants at the kitchen counter and the breathless first orgasm against the bedroom door. He could feel the sweat beading down his back, the almost-cramp in his thighs from where theyâd been tensed for so long.Â
And then thereâs Taeâs hand on the back of his head, knotted in the tangles of his hair, keeping his face pressed into the sheets. Shit. Miloâs very conscious of that - it was definitely out of his realms of his normal, to be held down by someone instead of doing the holding down. But Tae had very quickly wrested the reins from Miloâs grip and hadnât given him much of a chance to pull them back again.Â
Miloâs voice outright cracks when that hand draws back, using the grip on his dark locks to pull him with it. Miloâs forced upright, breathing hot and open-mouthed as Tae tugs him up. His head pulls back onto Taeâs shoulder, back curving forward into an arch as Taeâs free hand goes right for his dick. The touch makes Milo jolt, hips pumping forward, reaction so quick it was almost as if he were shocked. A handful of smooth strokes and Milo is coming in his second orgasm of the evening, this one just as breath-snatching and forceful as the first.Â
His whole body shudders as he pulses through his climax, breathless, desperate little noises flowing from him unbidden, too caught up to stop them. He could feel Taeâs breath hot on his neck, his muttered little praises and various filthy phrases going unprocessed by Milo. After one particularly spine-tickling shudder he finds himself suddenly pushed back onto his stomach, face plopping back into the pillow.Â
Taeâs hands grip tight at the narrow flare of Miloâs hips and he practically jackrabbits, no longer concerned with Miloâs pleasure, now on the search for his own end. Thereâs one two three final, desperate strokes before he pulls out suddenly, leaving Milo gut-wrenchingly empty. Thereâs a few more frantic milliseconds as he strips off the condom and with one two three pulses, paints his finish up the line of Miloâs spine.Â
Tae stays poised, panting for a moment as his fingers cut bruises into Miloâs hip. Finally he falls away, dropping down beside the young man to rest on his back, still panting. Thereâs several moments of silence, the only sound their harsh breathing. Milo breaks it first, voice thick and scratchy.
âDude. Did you just come on my back?âÂ
The disbelief in his tone almost makes Tae laugh.Â
âYup.âÂ
He pops the âpâ like an asshole, and heâs met with another one of Miloâs groans, though this one is significantly less pleasure-filled than the last.Â
âYou watch too much fuckinâ porn.âÂ
⥠Smack dat ass
The wet thwack of hand against skin makes Milo practically leap away, surprised noise bolting from his lips.Â
âDude, what the fuck?â Milo protests, hand still poised halfway towards his towel. He snatches it off the hook, turning to face Tae as he curls it protectively against his front, as if he thinks Tae might try to slap his nuts next. The smug look on Taeâs face makes Milo sigh - even with his hair plastered to his face like some wet sheepdog Tae looks so smug it makes Miloâs teeth hurt. Like the cat who got the cream and a piece of steak too.Â
Taeâs expression morphs into something that can only be described as completely unbelievable innocence, eyes widening a touch.Â
âWhat?â He replies, his tone light. Milo rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he turns away to knot his towel properly, offering Tae an eyeful of sculpted back and the generous swell of his ass in the process. God bless hockey players, in all honestly. Taeâs eyes wander a moment, admiring the remnants of his handiwork - a smattering of soon-to-bloom hickies across the back of his shoulder and neck, the glowing-red hand print on his rump. Nice.Â
âYouâre a fuckinâ asshole, you know that?â Milo mutters - Tae can see the heat rising in the back of his neck as he speaks, which tickles him to no end.Â
âYou love it,â he drawls, finally stepping out of the shower to snag a towel from himself, nudging Milo out of the way to get to the rack.Â
âfuck off.â
â Play with mineâs hair
Milo props his elbows on his knees, back against the front of the sofa, butt parked on the floor. His head tips back against the cushion, sigh leaving him. The dude was beat - training had been rough - he could feel a new bruise blooming on his side, joining the collection he had smattered across his skin. His eye was also throbbing, the product of a misplaced elbow. It wasnât the worst heâd ever had, but it was definitely something.Â
âYou look like shit.âÂ
Taeâs overly-cheerful voice makes Milo groan - he lifts a hand and flips the guy off, gesturing in the general direction of his voice without actually looking, just lifting his head. He hears the soft pad of footsteps and a few moments later, Tae thumps onto the sofa behind him, obviously having just jumped over the back of it.Â
âIâm just being honest,â he continues, sprawling out, kicking his feet onto one arm. Heâs silent a moment, the only sounds the tchk tchk of a lighter being kicked into life. Milo listens as Tae draws in a deep breath, holding it a moment before puffing it out.Â
âYou wanna hit this?â
âDo you know how many drug tests I have to do? No thanks,â Milo drawls in reply, pulling a face when Tae pats him on the head, as if he were a sulky dog being placated.Â
âPoor Milo,â Tae chirps, tone a little sing-song as he keeps up his patting.âIt must be hard, having to pee in so many cups. How do you keep yourself from getting dehydrated?âÂ
Milo scoffs at that, pulling a face.Â
âShut the fuck up.â
His sullen mutter is met with a chuckle from Tae, the patting ceasing. Instead his hand just rests on Miloâs head, fingers toying absently with his hair, still damp from his post-training shower. Milo just accepts this touch - heâs too tired to argue. Instead he just sits, listening to Tae smoke, nose occasionally wrinkling at the smell of pot.Â
Taeâs touch grows as they sit in silence, combing absently through Miloâs hair, finger-brushing out all the little tangles. It was rare that Miloâs hair was actually out like this - 99.9% of the time the kid lived in either a bun or some kind of ponytail. He got plenty of shit about having a âmanbunâ from his teammates, but he didnât really consider cutting it off - he liked it as it was, even if all he did was throw it up and not look at it everyday.Â
Milo wonât admit it but the touch is a little soothing - his sore muscles relax, head tipping back to rest against the side side of Taeâs denim-clad thigh. He huffs a little breath out his nose, puffing a stray strand of hair from his face.Â
âWhat kinda shampoo dâyou use?âÂ
Milo tilts his head a little.Â
âHuh?â
âShampoo, dude. What kind? Your hairâs pretty soft.â
Milo shrugs.Â
âHead and shoulders, mostly? The apple one.â
Taeâs hand disappears from his head the moment Milo speaks and just like that the quiet little spell is broken. Milo turns, eyes opening just in time to see Taeâs fingers being wiped on his jeans.
âHead and shoulders? Dude. You must have hella dandruff. Gross.â
That earns another huff from Milo as he pulls himself to his feet, using the coffee table as leverage. He turns once heâs upright, padding past the sofa.
âShut the fuck up,â Milo repeats, giving Taeâs head a shove as he passes, heading into the kitchen.Â
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âdelusional? i donât even know the meaning of the word,â he sniffed. now that was more like what he was used to hearing.
âwhy you lyinâ?â tae exclaimed. âwhy you lyinâ?â he repeated. milo passed in front of him once more, and tae saw an opportunity. he spanked milo square on the ass. the action overbalanced him, causing tae to fall foward and skid over the ice on his front.
âInvest in a dictionary, then,â he replies blandly, shaking his head a little. This dude really was something else - Milo was torn between laughing and headbutting him. Both were very tempting. Taeâs next actions definitely made the whole headbutting thing a little more tempting though.Â
Milo didnât expect the firm clap of a hand against the round muscle of his ass - he really didnât think Tae was quite that brazen. He turns just in time to see the dude wipe the fuck out, spilling down onto the ice like a child at their first skating lesson.Â
For a moment Milo considers leaving him there and getting his ass out of the rink, but he wants to have the final word. Plus thatâs a fall that deserves to be made fun of.Â
âThat was karma, dude. That was literally karma in action.â
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