They move quickly from the bedroom. Ilya braces himself against the cold tiles of the bathroom, body jerking to the rhythm of Valen’s merciless thrust while the water from the showers strays heavily on them.Valen’s hands on his waist are tight; his nails are digging into his flesh, holding and keeping him in place as he thrusts deeper, and then Valen presses him flat against the wall.Ilya’s palms flatten against the slick surface, breath uneven, while Valen stays close behind him, chest pressed to his back, his cock going deeper, one hand gripping his waist while the other slides up to his throat.“Look at you,” Valen murmurs near his ear, voice rough and low. “You’re taking my knot a little too well. Like a slut,”“Shut up,” Ilya bites back, though the words come out weak, being replaced by a moan.Valen laughs darkly, lowering his head to Ilya’s shoulder and dragging his lips along the damp skin there. Every touch feels worse under the water, hotter, and more intense, making Ilya’s
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