Ruslan/Ilya/Danya Kashin

The friendship between Ilya, Ruslan, and Dani had always been unshakable, but now the familiar touches felt like an electric shock. That evening, the air in the room seemed too hot, and the friends' conversations strangely "dirty." Ilya wrapped himself in a blanket, feeling an inexplicable excitement and heat inside.

Ruslan was the first to notice his condition: — Is everything okay? You seem a bit different. Danya just grinned playfully, arching his back: — Spring has just begun for Ilyushenka, right?

Ilya flushed, trying to justify himself, but Ruslan had already placed his heavy hands on his shoulders, slowly kneading them. The blanket slipped as Ruslan pulled it toward him, and Dania grabbed Ilya around the waist, pulling him closer.

Ilya found himself caught in a vice: behind him was Ruslan’s hot chest, in front were Dani’s intertwined legs. “We don’t bite,” Ruslan breathed right into Ilya’s head. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong with you…” Dania purred, touching his shoulder with his nose.

Ilya's heart pounded in his throat. The old boundaries had been erased, turning the three of them into one frightening and sweet whole, in which there was no longer room for words.