Summary:

Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.” Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.” “Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.” “That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.” “Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”