Pran wanting his boyfriend to pee on him isn’t something he thought he would like before, but maybe it’s his fault for always calling Pat his puppy anyway.

Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.

He was looking for a specific reaction—to get Lan Zhan to lash out. All hard edges and demanding, the same way during the first scrim, Lan Zhan’s dark voice had made him loose and obedient, itching to both rebel and obey at the same time.

It’s them, whatever it is, but it doesn’t belong on the basketball court.

Wei Ying didn’t expect to enter a weird… something-with-benefits-and-power-play with the captain of the Gusu basketball team. He’s not sure if it’s worth it.

Wei Ying likes to wear chokers a lot. So Lan Zhan buys some for him. Then, testing their limits, collars.

Wei Ying wears those, too.

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Or, the one where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan accidentally stumble into a BDSM relationship.

As it turns out, the Lans have a perfectly good hot tub, too.

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.

Mark is in a skirt and Eduardo is half naked and they’re on a balcony in Venice.

See.

Kunimi’s not complaining, at all.

He’s not unsatisfied. That’s not the thing.

Well, maybe he is a bit unsatisfied.

“Did you miss me?” Semi meets his eyes. “Did you miss having me ride your cock?”

When Shoyo comes back to the lockers because he’s forgotten his elbow pads, Kageyama’s there too, rustling with something in his bag. Shoyo feels his heart rate spike, consciously aware of every single one of his own movements. The tension lies thick in the room.