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It's ten o'clock at night and Ilya's cell phone, which only vibrated when Sveta called him, rang.
Only one contact on Ilya's cell phone had a ringtone.
Jane❤️
To say that the russian flew to answer the call would be an understatement; he almost lost his nose on the edge of the nightstand next to his bed just to pick his phone.
—Hollander?
—Ilya...
—What's wrong? Why are you calling me at this hour?
—Do you think you can come to my house right now?
Alarms went off in Ilya's head. —Did something happen? Are you okay? Are you hurt?
—I'm fine, Ilya, don't worry —a trembling sigh was heard from the other end of the line—. I just want you to come to my place, can you? Sorry if I woke you up.
—I wasn't asleep yet. I'm on my way, give me ten minutes.
—My house is half an hour from yours, Ilya...
—You need me there, right? I'll be there in ten.
Ilya enters Shane's apartment with an anxiety that is killing him inside.
What could have happened to make Hollander call him so late at night after almost a year of not talking to each other?
He found the canadian sitting on the sofa in his living room, wearing only a white t-shirt that seems way too familiar to Ilya.
Ilya lost that jersey at the Sochi Games.
What was Hollander doing with his shirt? Was it a different one? That brand is only found in Russia, where could he have bought it?
Ilya had so many questions in his mind, but they all vanished as soon as Shane looked up.
When was the last time she looked at him like that?
It had been ten months because then he started looking at Rose Landry like that.
Damn Rose Landry, she was in all of Ilya's prayers.
—What's wrong, Hollander? —Ilya asks in the sweetest tone Shane has ever heard.
—I just wanted you to come, come here, please, sit with me —Shane gestures for the russian to sit next to him.
—Are you okay? You haven't spoken to me in months. And you suddenly started ignoring my messages, what's wrong with you?
—I'm sorry for not talking to you, I needed to sort out my thoughts.
—For ten months?
—Are you going to listen to me or not?
—Okay, excuse me, what were you saying?
Ilya would never admit it, but sometimes he was afraid of Shane when he spoke seriously to him.
It also gave him a boner, but that was another issue.
—I stopped talking to you months ago because something happened... And I was embarrassed to tell you, I thought you wouldn't want to know about me anymore if you found out.
—Shane, for God's sake, of course not, you know you can count on me for anything.
—Really?
—Sure, Kotenok, whatever.
—Even-if-I-suddenly-grow-a-vagina-and my-dick-disappears?
—Excuse me, what?
Both Shane and Ilya were speechless.
Shane was dying of embarrassment, thinking that the russian's silence was a bad thing.
Poor Ilya, his brain was short-circuiting.
>>Forgive me, Shane, did I mishear you? You spoke so fast I couldn't understand a shit —Ilya looked at Shane in complete bewilderment—. Did you say you now have a vagina?
—Yes —the canadian murmured, his hands covering his face, trying to hide.
—So you don't have penis anymore?
—No, not anymore.
—Shaneya, explain this to me, I don't understand anything.
—You see? You think it's weird —Shane tried to get up from the sofa to get away from Ilya, but the russian took his hand and pulled him down to sit on his lap—. Ilya?
—Honey, I never said it seemed strange to me, I just want to know when and how it happened.
—Do you remember the argument we had the last time we saw each other?
—Yes, you started dating Rose Landry a week later.
Shane chuckled softly at Ilya's tone. —Don't hate Rose, we weren't actually dating.
—Was it a lie?
—Of course, she was the first to find out about this disaster, she helped me with everything.
—Okay... That doesn't change the fact that I almost killed myself because you left me for Rose Landry... But now I understand better, but how did it happen?
Don't blame Ilya, one day he lost the love of his depressing life and the next day he was out dating a woman, poor man, he's still heartbroken.
—That night I went out with Rose, I don't know what happened, we ran into some fans, we took some pictures, a girl was wearing a perfume that I liked and I told her, she said she could give it to me and I accepted, then-...
—Wait, you let a stranger put her perfume on you?
—Stop being jealous, Ilya.
—It's not jealousy, Shane, it's common sense. What if she did something to you with that?
—That's what I was getting at before you interrupted me, you idiot —Ilya glared at him with mock indignation, and Shane sneered—. The girl sprayed me with her perfume, and that was the end of our interaction. Rose and I went back to my apartment because it was getting late, and I offered her a place to stay —Shane heard Ilya's scoff—. Can you shut up? Thank you —Ilya looked at him again, but this time the indignation was real—. So Rose stayed in the guest room, I went to sleep, and the next day when I woke up, I went to the bathroom and saw that I had nothing down there.
—Oh my god, it can't be! She took away my best friend —Ilya cried fake tears on Shane's shoulder.
—For God's sake, Ilya, be serious —Shane was laughing.
—They took away my best friend, what am I going to suck up to now? —Ilya looked at Shane seriously, as if he were truly in mourning for his dick.
—You can suck on something else if you want, it's not the same size but you still can, if you want, of course.
Ilya's brain short-circuited again.
Shane laughed at Ilya's confused expression, got up from the russian's lap and stood in front of him.
>>What's wrong, Ilya?
—I am so damn confused and also really horny right now —Ilya gestured to Shane to let him finish speaking —, but, but, but, I'm not upset or disgusted; I was taught to eat everything to grow big and strong.
Shane was going to die of laughter.
—I really wanted this situation to be serious, I don't know, to tell you everything and have you jump on me like before.
Ilya's nonexistent decency is what's stopping him, Shane, don't be fooled, that man has already fucked you 40 times in his mind since he walked through your door.
—I can still do it, but I prefer it to be slow because sucking your penis is not the same as sucking your clitoris now, although there isn't much difference.
—For God's sake, Ilya.
—Don't mention God right now, Shane, because some very unholy things might happen —Ilya attracted Shane with his hips—. Now, why don't you show me the wonder you now have between your legs?
Shane's ears turned red at Ilya's words, and somewhat shyly he lifted his shirt, revealing that he had nothing underneath. Ilya gasped.
A pussy with some pubic hair that went up to his belly button, making a happy trail, smooth skin with the occasional freckles Shane has all over his body, a swollen clitoris peeking out between his lips, a color very similar to that of his nipples, shiny because of how wet it was.
Shane started to get nervous when he saw that Ilya wasn't saying anything. —Please, say something...
—Can I eat you?
Well, that wasn't exactly what Shane thought Ilya's reaction would be, but kill him if he dares to complain.
—Do you want to? Doesn't it disgust you?
—I'm bisexual, Shane, do you think I've never seen a pussy in my life? Please.
—Yeah, sure, the bisexual Terminator and all that.
—Do you think it was a joke? —Ilya brushes his nose against Shane's soft Mount Venus, making him tremble—. Can I?
—You know very well that you don't have to ask my permission, Ilya...
—Oh no, Kotenok, of course I have to do it, I'm not an animal.
Shane knew the double meaning of that phrase very well.
—You have permission to do whatever you want to me, Ilyushka~
Shane didn't know how much he missed seeing Ilya's eyes darken until that very moment.
Ilya held Shane's hips and lifted him up to take him to the canadian's room, all this with the Shane's laughter in the background because he knew very well what he was doing.
Shane was going to kill him one day.
And Ilya is going to let himself be enjoyed to the fullest.
The russian placed the canadian on his bed (as he had done many times before), only this time it was different.
—Open your legs for me, Solnyshko.
Shane, his cheeks flushed crimson, opened his legs, giving Ilya the best view of his life. A pussy wet, throbbing with anticipation, swollen clitoris, juicy lips, a shade very similar to his penis.
Ilya lay down between Shane's legs and began kissing the inside of his thighs in the same way he used to when he gave him blowjobs, Shane moved his hips forward to get Ilya to come closer and do what he wanted.
Ilya flattened his tongue and gave a long lick to Shane's wet heat, making the canadian moan and close his legs around his head in the process.
The russian began to move his tongue like an expert, licking the folds, sucking his clitoris, even giving light bites that drove Shane crazy, he thrust his tongue into his vaginal canal, making Shane tremble and move his hips against Ilya's mouth.
—Fuck, Ilya, that feels so good —Shane groaned, grabbing Ilya's hair in his fist and pushing his face closer to his pussy, if that was even possible.
—Do you like it, Shaneya? —Ilya asks before putting his tongue back into his vagina.
Shane arched his back at an intense angle, trying to rub against Ilya's face in the position most suitable for his pleasure. —Yes, Ilya, it feels great, please, please, please —drool coated Shane's chin, and his eyes were tightly closed as he tried to keep at bay the immense pressure building in his stomach, moaning loudly with every brush of Ilya's nose against his swollen clitoris.
Ilya inserted his middle finger inside Shane, making the canadian moan and his legs tremble as he sucked on his clitoris and continued moving his finger. The minutes passed and the stimulation became stronger and stronger; with two fingers, Shane was already crying with pleasure, moaning loudly and incoherently.
—Oh my gos, yes, Ilya, it feels so good, yes, yes yes yes. Fuck! Please, please, please~
—Please what, Malysh?
—I wanna cum~
—Then do it.
—I want to cum with your cock inside me, please! —Shane whimpered, opening his legs.
Ilya was so drunk on pussy that he didn't remember that he did have a penis.
That's how magical Shane's pussy was.
—You're sure?
—Ilya, please, I want you inside.
—Let me find a condom.
—Don't! —Ilya stopped at Shane's scream; the canadian's cheeks were red and he was biting his lip.—. N-No, you don't need a condom, you can fuck me like this, I can't get pregnant so it's okay...
—I'll ask you how you know that later; for now, I just want to fuck you until I'm drained —Ilya began to undress quickly, making Shane laugh when he got stuck in his shirt—. Shane, help meeeee~
Shane laughs as he helps Ilya remove the shirt that got stuck on his shoulders. —You're bigger now, I didn't notice... Your English has improved quite a bit too.
—You like me like this, don't you? —Ilya smiles smugly as he flexes his arms—. That gives you something to hold on to.
—Are you going to throw me around like a doll, or what? —Shane laughs.
—Do you remember Boston? —Shane falls silent, remembering the time he almost broke his nose, and simply nods his head—. That's what I thought, now to bed, Shaneya, just because I make you laugh doesn't mean you'll be satisfied today.
—Sometimes you scare me; you know me too well for my liking —Shane says as he settles into bed, turns his back to Ilya, and feels a slap on the butt—. Ilya!
—It provoked me, your ass looks bigger —Ilya smiles as he watches a trickle of Shane's slick run down his thighs—, months without seeing you, don't deny me happiness.
—You're being very funny today.
—And I'm going to get a lot funnier if you don't get comfortable in bed, Hollander.
Shane knows Ilya isn't joking, but he still enjoys messing with the russian.
That way he fucks him harder, just the way Shane likes it.
Then, to test Ilya's patience, Shane positions himself with his chest against the bed and his ass up, opening his legs and moving his butt from side to side, showing Ilya his wet pussy.
—We could do it this way, you know?
—Oh, I know, we've done that a lot of times —Ilya positions himself behind Shane, massaging his buttocks, pinching them, rubbing against his perineum—. But you're such a crybaby and bratty that you're going to make me change position later because you want to see my face.
—As if you didn't like seeing me —Shane moans as he feels the tip of Ilya's cock brush against his swollen clitoris and then the russian's hand slapping his pussy—, Ah! Ilya, please...
—Please what, Kotenok?
—Ilya!
—Words, Shane, words.
—Just fuck me, please~
Ilya smiles and grabs Shane's hips to easily turn him onto his back; the canadian squeals in response.
>>Ilya!
—As if you didn't like me to manhandled you like this, darling.
—I never complained, you just scared me —Shane pouts, but his pupils are still dilated.
—Sure, sure.
Ilya smiles at the canadian and kisses him gently. Shane knows that the russian does that every time they fuck to distract him when he penetrates him in case it hurts.
Who said chivalry is dead?
Shane crosses his arms behind his neck as he feels the russian slowly penetrate him, hissing as he feels his cock slowly and addictively expand his walls, he had forgotten how good it felt to have Ilya inside, but this time the feeling was multiplied by 100.
It wasn't like when he had anal sex with Ilya, when he felt his cock hitting that cluster of nerves inside him. Now it's different; the sensation is felt throughout the entire penetration. It's incredible.
Shane didn't know how good it could feel to have a vagina; he could easily get used to it.
Ilya noticed it quickly when he saw the expression of pleasure the canadian had as he felt himself reach the bottom inside Shane, and Shane opened his eyes in surprise.
—Did you just...?
—Hit bottom? Yes, my love —Ilya breathed deeply into Shane's neck, grunting and moving his hips in circles—, damn, you're so tight I feel like I'm going to die.
—Does it feel different? —Shane, like the brat he is, clenched his vagina, listening to Ilya's rapid breathing and moaning.
—Oh shit, Shane, you feel so good! I swear if you keep doing that I'm gonna fuck you until you can't sit down.
—Reward or punishment? —Ilya stood over Shane and moved his hips, pulling almost his entire penis out, leaving only the tip inside, and then penetrating Shane again, making him shout a curse—. Ilya, fuck!
—Don't tempt me, moya lyubov~
—You always called me that, I never knew what it meant —Shane clung to Ilya's arm as soon as the russian started moving his hips—. It feels so good~
—Someday you'll know, malysh —Ilya grabs Shane's thighs as he begins to push against his pussy.
Shane clung to Ilya as the russian moved his hips, the canadian was a bundle of moans, complaints and tremors. He hadn't slept with him for 10 months, and he felt that every thrust made him cry from how good it felt.
Ilya moved his hips in circles, making sure he was always inside Shane; the russian felt like he was having an epiphany or something like that, he had missed Shane, he hadn't forgotten what it was like to have sex, but he felt a huge difference between Shane's ass and his vagina.
Ilya felt like they were seeing God every time Shane twitched.
Ilya looked down, and as he penetrated Shane, he began to stroke Shane's swollen clitoris, which was a color very similar to his penis when he was about to ejaculate.
—So beautiful, moya milaya Shane —Ilya slapped his clitoris and Shane screamed—. What's wrong, Malysh? Is it too much?
—No, please, don't stop —Shane groaned and swayed his hips, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.—. It feels so good and, ah!
—So, handsome? Tell me —Ilya never stopped while he was talking, instead he began to move more hard against Shane.
The room smelled of sex; all they could hear were Shane's trembling moans, Ilya's low moans, the wet sound of their skin slapping together, and Ilya slapping Shane's pussy.
—I'm feeling something —Shane groaned, taking Ilya's hand and placing it on his lower abdomen.—. Do you feel it too?
Ilya felt a push from inside against the palm of his hand, he felt his penis bulging in Shane's womb against his hand.
To say that Ilya started fucking Shane faster at that moment would be ridiculous. The canadian began to feel his orgasm pressing harder and harder against his stomach, besides feeling a very strong need of peeing, he couldn't say anything because he was too busy moaning into Ilya's mouth with the kiss the russian was giving him.
Ilya felt that at any moment he would explode inside Shane, but he preferred to hold on because it wasn't gentlemanly to finish before his baby.
Ilya showered Shane with compliments, telling him how cute he looked taking his cock, what a good boy he was, how beautiful he would look filled with his semen, and that he couldn't wait to fill him until he overflowed.
Because, oh, cute, sweet and shy Shane Hollander, Ilya knew very well how much Shane liked it when he said those things to him when he was fucking him.
He still remembered how Shane had told him in Boston to fuck him so hard that he could taste his semen in his mouth.
That night, Ilya felt very out freaked by Shane; he didn't understand how such a cute and shy man could be more perverted than him.
And he loved him like that.
It took three more thrusts from Ilya for Shane to come on his cock; the canadian's orgasm was so strong that he ended up squirting against the russian's abdomen. Ilya took advantage of the situation and pulled his penis out of Shane's vagina and moved his penis against Shane's swollen clitoris from side to side while he was still squirting.
Thanks to Ilya's stimulation, Shane ended up peeing himself, but he was so lost in the pleasure that he didn't pay any attention to it.
—Ilya, please, put it in, I want to feel your cum inside, please, please, please —Ilya did as asked and Shane cried out with pleasure—. Yes! Please, Ilya, keep fucking me until you cum!
Ilya began to move at a bestial pace, fucking Shane's pussy like an animal, the canadian clung to the russian again, squeezing his hips with his thighs, feeling his whole being tremble with each thrust that he gladly accepted.
Ilya moaned into Shane's ear in russian, a string of compliments and dirty words that he didn't have time to translate because he felt he was about to finish and was more focused on cumming inside of Shane's pussy than thinking straight.
Shane contracted again, having a second orgasm and this time Ilya came inside him, both moaning and trembling with pleasure.
Ilya's hips trembled against Shane's pussy, which was squeezing out every last drop of semen from Ilya's penis.
Ilya stopped listening for a moment; that had been the strongest orgasm he had had in months.
Shane smiled as he felt Ilya's full weight on him; it wasn't the first time the Russian had come like that, but it was the first time they had fucked without a condom.
Shane could really get used to having a pussy if that's how it felt every time Ilya fucked him.
—Ilya, darling, are you okay? —Shane stroked Ilya's curls, the only response he got was something mumbled in russian and his vagina involuntarily contracted, making them both moan.
—Please, Shane, don't make me fuck you again because you won't be able to talk tomorrow about how much I'm going to make you scream...
—Intense —Shane scoffed but still kissed Ilya's forehead—. Are you okay? You went off with the aliens for a moment.
—Aliens? I saw God and Saint Peter for a moment, they send their regards —Ilya kissed Shane's left cheek—. And please don't stop talking to me for another ten months, thank you.
—I wouldn't be able to do it again, Ilya —Shane stroked Ilya's shoulders, feeling the scratches he left that he didn't remember making.
—You'd better.
Ilya was about to leave Shane, but Shane stopped him. —Wait! Don't take it out yet, please —Ilya raised an eyebrow and Shane avoided his gaze—. I saw something a while ago that I wanted to do, but we never had the time.
—And what is it?
—A little bit of cockwarming? If you don't like it, you can take it out, it doesn't matter —Shane answers quickly, stumbling over his own words.
—Relax, Solnyshko, it doesn't bother me, but we have to change positions, I'm going to crush you —Ilya stood up again over Shane and maneuvered them both so he could sit down with Shane on top of him, all without leaving the canadian's pussy—. Better?
Shane groaned against Ilya's shoulder, shifting his hips to get more comfortable on top of him. —Much better... Thank you.
—Whenever you want, Malysh, don't thank me for anything —Ilya held Shane's hips and lowered them completely, making the other groan and clench his shoulders.—. Let yourself fall, Shane, you know you weigh nothing to me.
—I didn't want your legs to cramp up.
—Nonsense, do it, I don't care, your comfort comes first —the canadian dropped his full weight onto Ilya, and Ilya rewarded him with a kiss.—. See? Everything's fine, you don't weigh anything.
—I weigh 82 kilos, Ilya.
—And I'm 94, stop with the drama and relax —Shane laughs as he feels the russian tickling his sides. The canadian relaxes and rests his face against the russian's neck.
They stayed like that for a long time, Shane caressing the moles on Ilya's chest, and Ilya caressing Shane's back.
—Did you feel good?
Ilya's voice pulls Shane from his reverie. —Yes, more than good, it had been a long time since I felt like this.
—Well, obviously, we haven't seen each other for ten months.
And the donkey returns to the wheat.
Even with his penis inside the other man's vagina, this man can't keep quiet, it's amazing.
—Will you ever get over it?
—Some day —Ilya replies dramatically—. Maybe... Probably...
Shane huffs against Ilya's chest and looks up at the Russian. —You're such a baby, oh my god.
—Ten months, Shane! For a moment I thought I said something wrong and you hated me, I replayed our last conversation in my head thousands of times, wondering what the hell I had said to make you leave me, then you started dating Rose Landry —Ilya sighed dramatically—. I felt displaced by a vagina, you know?
—I never went out with her, Ilya... We may have tried, but when it came to sleeping together... Well, let's just say I don't function very well, I'm gay, Ilya, you know that.
—Not so gay you fucked Rose Landry —Ilya says again indignantly.
Shane started making fun of Ilya; it was fun to provoke the russian.
—Well, you came out ahead, didn't you? Now you have your own vagina.
—Sometimes I wonder why you're so weird —Ilya says with a smile and kisses Shane—. I'm not complaining, but you say some really weird shit some times, moya lyubov.
—That's how you love me.
—There's no denying it.
Indeed, there's no denying it, considering he cried over Shane for ten months straight and didn't sleep with anyone else during that entire time.
But Shane will never know that; Ilya had a dignity and reputation to uphold.
A very nonexistent dignity, but everyone is happy in their own way.
They continued joking until Shane moved and they both saw how Ilya's penis made a bulge in his belly.
Ilya stroked Shane's belly with his thumb. —Shit, either my dick is very big, or your vagina is very small.
—Let's say both, don't think that when I had a penis it wasn't noticeable either...
—Was it noticeable too? How could I not notice?
—You were so busy fucking me from behind that you never noticed.
—Good point...
Shane and Ilya looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds until they both began to kiss. At first it was slow, but then Shane put his tongue in Ilya's mouth and the kiss became very wet, Shane began to move his hips against Ilya, the russian helping him move on top of him, making him moan as they kissed.
—Ilya —Shane groaned, almost breathless—. Why does it feel like this? It's too much~
—What do you mean, Malysh? —Ilya caressed Shane's nipples while kissing his neck.
—Too much stimulation, I feel like I'm going to cum really fast —Shane's hips stuttered as he moved in circles on top of Ilya.
—Should I stop?
—Don't even think about it.
Ilya smiled because she knew very well that Shane liked overstimulation even if he complained.
His cute little masochist wouldn't be able to sit down tomorrow, but that's how he likes it.
Shane began to move faster on top of Ilya, the Russian also moving against him, making the canadian moan and throw his head back in pleasure. Shane clung to Ilya with his hands on his chest, riding the russian while the other held his hips as he watched him move as if he were seeing God, moaning with his mouth open, frowning, refusing to close his eyes so he wouldn't stop seeing Shane riding his dick with such passion.
At one point, Shane stops, resting his forehead on Ilya's shoulder, trembling and moaning, having a third orgasm. Ilya, feeling Shane moan against his ear and squeeze it so deliciously, came inside him again, fucking each other through their orgasms, both of them moaning and trembling.
They kissed for a few minutes at a lazy pace as the stupor of orgasm washed over them, feeling tired and satiated.
—Stay over, okay?
—I'd be crazy to leave you right now, Malysh —Ilya kisses Shane's temple—. I'm gonna pull it out, okay? —Shane groaned, clinging to Ilya's shoulders, lowering his hips against Ilya.—. I need to clean you up, darling, please.
—But everything will spill out...
—I'll fuck you again tomorrow, okay? For now you need to rest, baby, okay? Be a good boy to me and listen to me.
—It's not fair —Shane knew that Ilya was using all that sweet talking against him—. But you will fuck me tomorrow, right?
—Of course, my love, as many times as you want.
Shane sighed but obeyed, got up with a low groan after feeking Ilya's dick coming out of him and lay down on his back on the bed, Ilya just stared at him.
—Why are you staring at me so much?
—I don't think you understand how beautiful you look right now, Shane.
—Don't make fun of me.
—No, moya lyubov, I'm not making fun of you, you look beautiful.
And the russian wasn't lying, Shane was all blushes, sweat, and beauty. His breathing was still a little rapid, causing his flushed chest to move somewhat quickly, his cunt was glistening with semen and slick, swollen and red, still throbbing, expelling Ilya's semen and Shane's slick together.
>>If you weren't tired, I'd eat you again...
—You can still do it.
—I know your orgasm limit, Malysh, don't think I don't recognize your red eyes right now.
—You scare me.
—I love you too, darling..
Ilya gets out of bed, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel to clean Shane, who lets her do it calmly because it wouldn't be the first time Ilya has done it.
The only difference is how hypersensitive his crotch was feeling right now; for a moment he grabs Ilya's wrist because the texture of the towel brushed against his clitoris and bothered him. After a few seconds, he let go and allowed the russian to finish cleaning him. Ilya kissed his knee and got out of bed to put the towel back in the bathroom and return to bed.
>>Do you want to sleep now? —Shane just nods his head with his eyes squinting—. Are you sure you want to sleep on the sheets like that?
The way Shane flew out of bed so quickly made Ilya laugh.
Shane himself looked in the hallway closet for clean sheets because he really wasn't going to be able to sleep like that. After having the bed with fresh sheets, they both lay down, snuggling against each other.
—I missed this —Ilya murmured against Shane's hair, who only sighed against the russian's chest, almost asleep—. Moy prekrasnyy Shane, pozhaluysta, ne ostavlyay menya vot tak snova~
Shane didn't understand anything Ilya said; he just smiled against his chest and began to drift off to sleep. Ilya followed a few minutes later, both of them asleep in each other's arms.
Something they had never done before because they never had the time ten months ago.
Who would have thought that all they needed was a little harmless witchcraft to be together?
Something they will never understand how it happened, a secret that someone will take to their grave.