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As soon as Daniil saw the video, he texted it to Karen. Daniil didn’t close out messages, knowing that Karen was on his phone because he had just gotten out of practice, so he would most definitely be checking the score of Andrey’s match. Yes, Daniil was a good boyfriend- he had had Andrey’s game and Daniil’s practice both on at once, Andrey on the big TV and Karen on his laptop.
As expected, Karen opened it immediately, and after about 30 seconds or so, Daniil could see the little bubbles indicating he was typing. But they stopped for a moment, and Daniil watched on his laptop as Karen threw his head up at the sky. Daniil couldn’t blame him. That was the same exact reaction that he’d had when Andrey said those words.
One by one, no rush.
In the context, this wasn’t strange at all. But the ammunition it gave them…
To Daniil:
Fuuuuuck. Tonight?
Daniil sent back a quick thumbs up and closed his phone. His stomach already felt twisty-turny, the way he felt when Andrey was whining his name or when Karen untied the strings of his sweatpants. God, he couldn’t wait for tonight.
Daniil shook his thoughts away and looked at the laptop. Karen had left the courts and was likely in the locker room showering, and Andrey had finished like half an hour ago, but somehow, he was still signing autographs and taking selfies, so he probably wouldn’t be back for more than an hour. He still needed to shower, warm down a little, and eat. Well, it was okay. Like Andrey said, no rush.
***
Andrey ended up being stuck with press ALL day, so it was about 7:30 when Karen and Daniil heard the soft click of a room key and heaved a sigh of relief. They hadn’t spent the whole day waiting, to be clear- they had gone out for a walk in Central Park , and wearing baseball caps and sunglasses, they were not discovered. They walked with their heads bowed together and they held hands, something they could never do in public. They even split a hot dog and soft pretzel, and while they knew their coaches would kill them, it was worth it. Moments like this were rare. They made Karen wish that none of them had ever gone pro. He didn’t say it, but he knew that Daniil and Andrey sometimes wished it too.
So no, Daniil and Karen had not spent the whole day waiting around for Andrey (although they sure wished he was there), and no, they were most definitely not desperate to fuck their cute little boyfriend into oblivion.
So the second he heard the click of the lock, Karen jumped up and pulled the door open before Andrey could push it. He grabbed the tennis bag out of Andrey’s hands and threw it on the ground before pulling Andrey into a tight hug, smelling the delicious scent of his conditioner.
“Mmmmm,” Andrey tilted his head back, “somebody missed me.”
Karen nodded, again pressing his nose into Andrey’s hair. Andrey melted into the hug, becoming almost dead weight in Karen’s arms.
“Where’s Danya?” He asked.
“Here, destroying this motherfucker in mario kart,” Daniil called.
Karen pressed a kiss to Andrey’s curls and let him go, gently pushing him towards the bed. Andrey flopped on and crawled towards Daniil, burying his face into a pillow while wrapping his arms around Daniil’s waist.
“Agh, you’re gonna make me lose this game!” Daniil groaned, but he couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice. He took his hand off of his controller for one split-second to lightning fast rub Andrey’s back one time, and for Daniil, if that isn’t true love, then nothing is.
“Tired?” He asked softly.
“Mmhmm,” Andrey murmured into the pillow, looking up as Karen came and lay beside him on the bed.
“I’m so proud of you, Andryusha. You played so, so well today. And then eveeerybody wanted an autograph and a selfie with my pretty boy. And you gave it to them, hmm?” Karen whispered, stroking Andrey’s hair, "Aren't they so lucky."
Andrey let out a soft whine, upturning his face to plead for a kiss. Karen chuckled and obliged, grasping the redhead’s jaw.
Karen gently bit Andrey’s lower lip, taking the opportunity of Andrey’s open mouth to deepen the kiss, and with that, Andrey shifted up to sit in Karen’s lap. Karen slid a hand under Andrey’s shirt and gripped his waist, making Andrey tilt his head back, overcome with shivers. Karen took the time to kiss Andrey’s stomach as he worked the shirt up over the ginger’s shoulders , then head, then cast it aside entirely.
Andrey moaned as Karen rolled a nipple between his fingers, before taking the other one into his mouth.
Andrey was only staying upright at this point because his arms were slung around Karen’s neck, but his head was dropped back, eyes closed. Hearing Daniil whisper “fuck” breathily, made him open his eyes to see Daniil staring right back at him, pupils blown and hand stroking over the crotch of his pants.
“Andrey, fuck ,” Daniil moaned, his boyfriend’s eyes giving him the most debauched look possible.
“Danya, come here, please ,” Andrey whined, and Daniil had never cared less about a playstation game in his entire life.