Summary:

“How are you feeling?” Ilya smiles, big and bright. “I feel fucking great, but I’m hungry and probably won’t be able to fuck for a couple of weeks” His words come out slurred and with a heavy accent, but his friends understand and laugh along with him. “That sucks” Wyatt says. “Not being able to fuck sexy women—” “And men” Ilya adds, too casually. Wyatt stops. “What?” Bood asks