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[ @tylerbeyond ]
beep beep warning warning there r a couple of dudes bein guys under the cut!!! there is poorly written nsfw!!! don’t look if that’s not ur vibe!!!
➟ 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 wasn’t, 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.
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 he’d never tell Tae, of course. He also wouldn’t 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.
Milo’s 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 Tae’s hips, smacking wetly against the full curve of his rear.
“Shi—fuh-huh-uck,” Milo gaped, voice crackling and rasping with how much he’d already used it, each breath pushed out of him with the force of Tae’s thrusts. His hair clumped against his neck, falling hot in his face - the ponytail he’d 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 they’d been tensed for so long.
And then there’s Tae’s hand on the back of his head, knotted in the tangles of his hair, keeping his face pressed into the sheets. Shit. Milo’s 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 Milo’s grip and hadn’t given him much of a chance to pull them back again.
Milo’s voice outright cracks when that hand draws back, using the grip on his dark locks to pull him with it. Milo’s forced upright, breathing hot and open-mouthed as Tae tugs him up. His head pulls back onto Tae’s shoulder, back curving forward into an arch as Tae’s 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.
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 Tae’s 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.
Tae’s hands grip tight at the narrow flare of Milo’s hips and he practically jackrabbits, no longer concerned with Milo’s pleasure, now on the search for his own end. There’s one two three final, desperate strokes before he pulls out suddenly, leaving Milo gut-wrenchingly empty. There’s a few more frantic milliseconds as he strips off the condom and with one two three pulses, paints his finish up the line of Milo’s spine.
Tae stays poised, panting for a moment as his fingers cut bruises into Milo’s hip. Finally he falls away, dropping down beside the young man to rest on his back, still panting. There’s several moments of silence, the only sound their harsh breathing. Milo breaks it first, voice thick and scratchy.
“Dude. Did you just come on my back?”
The disbelief in his tone almost makes Tae laugh.
“Yup.”
He pops the ‘p’ like an asshole, and he’s met with another one of Milo’s groans, though this one is significantly less pleasure-filled than the last.
“You watch too much fuckin’ porn.”
➡ Smack dat ass
The wet thwack of hand against skin makes Milo practically leap away, surprised noise bolting from his lips.
“Dude, what the fuck?” 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 Tae’s face makes Milo sigh - even with his hair plastered to his face like some wet sheepdog Tae looks so smug it makes Milo’s teeth hurt. Like the cat who got the cream and a piece of steak too.
Tae’s expression morphs into something that can only be described as completely unbelievable innocence, eyes widening a touch.
“What?” 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. Tae’s 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.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that?” Milo mutters - Tae can see the heat rising in the back of his neck as he speaks, which tickles him to no end.
“You love it,” 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.
“fuck off.”
➜ Play with mine’s 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 wasn’t the worst he’d ever had, but it was definitely something.
“You look like shit.”
Tae’s 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.
“I’m just being honest,” he continues, sprawling out, kicking his feet onto one arm. He’s 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.
“You wanna hit this?”
“Do you know how many drug tests I have to do? No thanks,” Milo drawls in reply, pulling a face when Tae pats him on the head, as if he were a sulky dog being placated.
“Poor Milo,” Tae chirps, tone a little sing-song as he keeps up his patting.”It must be hard, having to pee in so many cups. How do you keep yourself from getting dehydrated?”
Milo scoffs at that, pulling a face.
“Shut the fuck up.”
His sullen mutter is met with a chuckle from Tae, the patting ceasing. Instead his hand just rests on Milo’s head, fingers toying absently with his hair, still damp from his post-training shower. Milo just accepts this touch - he’s too tired to argue. Instead he just sits, listening to Tae smoke, nose occasionally wrinkling at the smell of pot.
Tae’s touch grows as they sit in silence, combing absently through Milo’s hair, finger-brushing out all the little tangles. It was rare that Milo’s 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 “manbun” from his teammates, but he didn’t 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.
Milo won’t admit it but the touch is a little soothing - his sore muscles relax, head tipping back to rest against the side side of Tae’s denim-clad thigh. He huffs a little breath out his nose, puffing a stray strand of hair from his face.
“What kinda shampoo d’you use?”
Milo tilts his head a little.
“Huh?”
“Shampoo, dude. What kind? Your hair’s pretty soft.”
Milo shrugs.
“Head and shoulders, mostly? The apple one.”
Tae’s 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 Tae’s fingers being wiped on his jeans.
“Head and shoulders? Dude. You must have hella dandruff. Gross.”
That earns another huff from Milo as he pulls himself to his feet, using the coffee table as leverage. He turns once he’s upright, padding past the sofa.
“Shut the fuck up,” Milo repeats, giving Tae’s head a shove as he passes, heading into the kitchen.
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“delusional? i don’t even know the meaning of the word,” he sniffed. now that was more like what he was used to hearing.
“why you lyin’?” tae exclaimed. “why you lyin’?” 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.
“Invest in a dictionary, then,” 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. Tae’s next actions definitely made the whole headbutting thing a little more tempting though.
Milo didn’t expect the firm clap of a hand against the round muscle of his ass - he really didn’t 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.
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 that’s a fall that deserves to be made fun of.
“That was karma, dude. That was literally karma in action.”
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