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I'll worship them both, head to toe 🫡

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Moet je zien

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socked soles on the mat

Calvin sat cross-legged near the edge of the mat, eyes locked on his teammate, Nate, who was stretching out, feet bare except for his worn, green Michigan State socks. The socks were stained and smelled of hard work — a potent mix of musk and sweat.

Without warning, Calvin reached forward and gently lifted Nate’s socked foot, bringing the sole close to his face. He inhaled deeply, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Nate looked over, amused but unbothered. “Seriously? Sniffing my socks out here?”

Calvin shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Can’t help it. That’s the scent of victory—and like, twelve hours of practice.”

Nate laughed, shaking his head. “You’re weird, man.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” Calvin teased, holding the socked sole just a bit longer before setting it down.