Cottontail

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the first and second overall picks of the 1997 nhl draft

mcdrai | playoff pass | round two, game 2

↳ NICO HISCHIER INTERVIEW WITH HOCKEY INSIDE | 5.3.24

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Tyler Seguin - ESPN Body Issue

Awww goalie love ❤️

Ullmark consoles Swayman after the loss.

I think Randy is probably Bad at giving head - both from general inexperience and his terrible overactive gag reflex. Which means Benson has to teach him how. Working on his gag reflex with just his fingers at first. Giving very specific instructions while Randy kneels on the floor in front of him, gently but firmly guiding him with a hand in his hair. Telling him he’s doing so good. He’s so enthusiastic, he’s trying so hard. Randy is stupidly into it, surrendering and following orders not because he has to but because he wants to. With someone he actually trusts. Benson’s into it too, more than he likes to admit. He totally doesn’t feel any weird twisting guilt about how innocent and pliant Randy is.

Lascivious

Word Count: 6,028

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Relationship: Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk

Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF

Characters: Connor McDavid, Matthew Tkachuk, Leon Draisaitl

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Sex, Riding, Idiots in Love, some more world building for you guys, connor is incredibly stupid here, matthew loves him anyway, Hand Feeding, Pillow Talk, freak4freak behaviour

Language: English

Summary:

Matthew steps forward, slowly inching his hand towards Connor's. He flinches and reels back when their fingers barely graze each other, and Connor nearly pulls away, too, before he sees the look on his partner's face. There's a mix of confusion and excitement in his eyes, as he looks from Connor's hand to his face. This time, when he reaches forward, he locks their fingers together. Connor can see just as much as he can smell how Matthew immediately relaxes.

“Fuck,” is the first thing he says, “Connor, fuck, that feels…”

Connor chuckles, gently squeezing Matthew's hand. “Good?” He supplies, finishing his sentence.