“Fuck. Fuck. You have to stop. If you want me to fuck you...” Hollander ripped his mouth away from Ilya’s cock, but then he went very still. “Shit. Oh god. Fuck.” Ilya felt wetness splash against his thigh. Hollander’s body jerked a couple of times, and then he buried his face in Ilya’s shoulder. “Fuck.” “Hollander?” “I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I can’t believe I just...you didn’t even touch me!”
