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His train of thought is derailed in an instant as soon as their nimble fingers press against something inside of him, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure pumping through his nerves. Eyes wide, hips bucking, his bulky frame is so tense from the unexpected feelings, and he can practically feel the way Riley is smiling at him, devious, amused, so terribly turned on.
“Did that feel good?” Swallowing his nerves, he clenches his jaw, letting out a shaking exhale.
“Y-Yeah…” He can barely get the word out.
“Excellent.”
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- Part 3 of Riley/Shane Smut Saga
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He was a fast runner. He was quick on his feet when he wanted to be. Despite not playing real gridball in over a decade, his body never forgot what he’d learned, it never forgot the form and power needed to play such a sport. The stance he took when preparing to throw the ball, the specific way he ran across the sand to chase Jas, it made Riley’s mind wander, it made Riley think about his legs, his thighs, his beach shorts clinging to his bulky frame in a way that showed off everything they wanted to see—the way his muscles flexed, the way those fucking shorts accentuated the strength hidden deep within his thighs, it made their heart race and their face hot and they wished so desperately to be crushed between his legs.
Sure, they were staring. Sure, it was obvious that they were staring.
No one really thought it unusual, though. He was their husband, after all, of course they’d be looking at him with the heat that began to spark in their core.
Riley loved his thighs.
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- Part 2 of Riley/Shane Smut Saga
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It’s three in the morning. Riley can’t sleep. Farm work was especially difficult today, they pushed themselves far past their limit, and it resulted in a flare-up. Their body aches, it feels like their limbs are on fire, and Riley can’t sleep. They’d done all they could to try and alleviate the pain, they followed all of the instructions their doctors had provided—taking a small walk, no matter how agonizing it was, they took a hot epsom salt bath, they’d taken their gabapentin, but none of it was helping at all.
They’d been up and about for a while, so maybe they can lay back down and try again. Gently, they sit on the mattress, trying not to wake Shane, who was passed out on his side of the bed. Laying on his back, sprawled out, his old jersey riding up his stomach and his silly boxers, printed with peppers, were leaving little to the imagination. It was dark, but their eyes had adjusted enough to make out his figure.
Riley’s mind starts to wander at the sight.
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- Part 1 of Riley/Shane Smut Saga
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