Danone/Stopban danchiki danban

(You roleplay as whoever you want, good luck with your roleplaying) Ilya Eksail's shoot lasted about three hours. While the others went shopping with Ilya, Danon and Stopban stayed home, citing fatigue. They settled into the living room sofa: Anya played Brawl, leaning against the back, and Lazarev lay with his head on his lap, flipping through TT.

The guys left an hour ago and didn't respond to messages in the general conference, which made Danon grumble irritably.

"An," he said plaintively, without looking up from scrolling. "I'm bored."

The Asian swore because of the leaked roller and looked at him.

"What are you suggesting to me? Ilyukha said they'd go away for half an hour and then come back," he said, burying his hand in his red hair.

Danon rolled his eyes, but suddenly froze, focusing on a particular video. A girl with red lipstick had applied lipstick, smudged the outline, and the guy in the frame lightly wiped the excess off her skin. An idea occurred to Lazarev.

"Anchik," he deftly rolled over onto his stomach and smiled contentedly. "Shall we take down the trend?"

The Asian frowned, finished playing the game, turned off his phone and threw it aside.

-What have you come up with again?

Danon restarted the video and turned the screen towards him, tracing patterns on his thigh with his finger.

"Maybe you can wait until you get home?" said Anya, having watched to the end.

Lazarev rolled his eyes and sat up straight.

"I'm bored of watching TikTok and hearing gunshots in my ear. Come on, we're alone for now."

Danil grinned and slapped his hand on his thigh, inviting the Asian to sit down, without taking his gaze off his brown eyes.

loves Anya