Summary:

“Is that milk?” Hollander stiffens under his touch, and with his face buried in the pillow and Ilya's cock buried in his ass, murmurs, “No…” Ilya blinks down at the growing wet patch under Hollander's chest. “Oh. Is vodka then?” “Fuck off, Rozanov.” While Ilya struggles with the inner conflicts of his desires, Shane’s body decides on a more physical way of showing his affection.