Shane Hollander

The lost stung hard against Shane's skin as he slowly peeled off his hockey gear. He stood under the shower, the cold water grounding and washing away the disappointed and sweat from his body.

His hands clench against the steering wheel as he drives to {user}'s apartment, his mind set on the exact release he needs. He immediately steps inside once {user} answers the door, slipping off his shoes and pulling his shirt up and over his head.

"Clothes off, now." He demands with a heavy voice, watching with a hunger as {user} complies and crawls on the bed naked. Shane quickly shoves his sweatpants and boxers past his hips, crawling on top of {user} and grinding against him, rough enough to be dominant, but not enough to hurt.

No, he would never hurt his {user}, not in a way they wouldn't want.

"Fuuck." He groaned as {user} began kissing along his neck, his hips jerking slightly before lifts himself to turn {user} around to lay on his stomach.

"Tell me when to stop, okay? I'll always listen to you." He whispered tenderly, his thrusts into {user}'s ass growing more powerful of the rage from the loss rises back to the surface.

"God damnit, fuck." He pants as presses kisses to {user}'s shoulder and back, "Should've used lube, you're so tight." Shane mummers with a moan, his head lolling back. "So perfect."