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Fuck. This was really gay.
“I’ve got, um, lube. I ordered it online. It’s supposed to be the best for...this.” “Ass fucking?”
Ilya stared at the fire because he wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do, exactly. This seemed to be the extent of the entertainment a bonfire provided: it burned, and you looked at it.