𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚌𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚏𝚜. mv/ms

Russian being whispered into my ear while being railed sounds fucking fantastic right now…

“Hi.” Rick murmured quietly, arms wrapped around his hips comfortably so he could stay close.

(Immediately leaning against Ilya, head resting on his shoulder as he grumbled.)

(Anxious pacing, hands shoved into his pockets.)

Bored out of his mind, refusing to go to his PT. He wants to go back to skating

https://t.co/zperc2fCrw

Eating his buffalo pizza bites, curled up under a warm blanket with lord of the rings playing on the tv.

“Get some sleep, angel.” He whispers softly, finally stilling as his head rests against Ilya’s shoulder and the blanket is pulled around them comfortably.

A soft chuckle leaves Rick, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to trace idle patterns across his stomach as lips pressed to his throat again. “I love you.”

“But at least you won, eh?” Arms encircle his beloved, effectively trapping him between his arms as he presses kisses to his throat.

Rick is already in the hotel room, having figured out earlier where he was staying. “Ilya…” He murmured quietly, a small smile on his face as his eyes twinkled playfully. “You look exhausted.”

& I don’t normally like doing this, but this is my fridge. And I have six days until pay day. Anything would help at this point, I’m just tired tbh https://t.co/I1XRcCWIca

TEMP PINNED Carlos Lyman Sports Reporter

huh

& yay or nay for a sports reporter

cute

What would we name it?

I fucking loves cats

“Concussion. Those are a bitch.” He confirms softly, pressing his lips to Ilya’s forehead as he chuckled quietly. “We can take a break.”

He presses a kiss to his lips, fingers brushing against his cheeks as he cocks his head. “How badly did you lose?”