tastes like he might be the one
pocketsofsun
Summary:
Ilya: I'm hungry. Shane: Lunch will be ready by the time you get back, baby. Ilya: No. Not for food. Get yourself ready for me in bed. I will be home soon. Fingers only, do not touch your dick. or: the come eating fic
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