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nikovilhelm story

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OH MY GOD

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Why is Olli on the bed half naked and with make up on? In the middle of the day? With half naked Aleksi? Makes you think….

no but listen

^this picture was taken earlier on the same day (I decided so). it's daytime and they're resting; now, if we were to argue that Olli and Aleksi, too, were "just" resting, why had Olli taken his shirt off huh?? he seems perfectly fine resting/napping here with at least his top on, so why is he suddenly stripped down to his boxers, as is Aleksi?? and no, it's not the morning and they have just woken up, hence the lack of shirts, because in those screencaps you can clearly see the bright daylight coming in through the window behind them, and besides, do you really think Olli "Mr. Recovery Man" Matela would go to bed at night while wearing heavy make-up like that?

in conclusion, they fucked, and we have every reason to believe they did so every day for their entire stay in LA. questions? 💅

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Joel's location: the cuck chair

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OH MY GOD

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We’ve been knew but it’s nice to get a confirmation 😌

an appreciation post for Olli and Allu sharing a bed in their LA honeymoon last year 🤲🏻

so we know that Joonas, Tommi and Niko shared a bed:

and we also know Joel slept on the couch:

we also know that Aleksi slept in this bed (also still feeling totally normal about this):

and then we have this picture of Olli in the same bed (yes there are Joonas and Tommi as well but Olli is under the duvet so it’s his bed (I decided) 😤)

so in conclusion, they shared a bed as we all knew already and even after almost a year I’m here thinking about it 😌💞

+ bonus:

boyfriends working together 🥺💗

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Favourite olli lore? (Or just any fun facts/stories lol, I don't know an awful lot to start so anything will probably be surprising to me ahaha)

hey anon! oh I have a looooot of lore tidbits for you then! 🤭 I'll try to include a source for all that I can, other stuff unsourced is from things I've read and remembered over the years (sorryyy) special thanks to @theflyingfeeling and @sparfloxacin for fact checking and helping me find some of the sources, i love youuuuu 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Olli plays bass, guitar, he has some DJ skills and also plays percussions, piano and wine cups (yes). He graduated from Oulu Conservatory in 2017 with a pop and jazz background. I believe he's the only member of the band we haven't heard sing so far, but he's got amazing dance moves to make up for it.

He's been friends with Joonas, Tommi and Santeri their tour manager for almost 20 years. Before joining Blind Channel he used to play in a metal band called Abhorrent Ritual with Joonas and Santeri.

His instagram handle was @olliveri at some point, and he had dreadlocks when he was younger which didn't suit him at all, sorry 😂

He used to work in a hospital transporting patients, I guess he quit his daytime job after ESC to become a full time musician.

As far as sports goes, he does yoga (here's another clip) and cycling (he might even have a "playlist" for that - sorry, there's no link to the actual playlist that we know of).

The sextant tattoo on his bicep has a meaning - know where you are and where you're headed, check the stars. He also has a "best gig ever" tattoo on his arm that he shares with many other finnish musicians.

He broke 2 basses as far as we know, a brand new one while filming the videoclip for Darker Than Black, and the one he (accidentally, he was drunk) left on the roof of a car after stopping at a gas station during their 2021 summer tour (RIP Simba). Some other basses were lost on their way to various festivals in 2023, it's unknown if he ever got them back.

He's in charge of all the visual design for the band, like the merch, album covers, websites and some parts of the stage design (he made the prototype for the inflatable morningstar they had as background on some festivals). He designed the outfits the band wore to promote Exit Emotions (the red/black and the white ones) and also learned how to sew to make them. Oh, and he also designed the Blind Channel pendants that are sold on their store, it is unknown if he also makes them or not.

On tour, it seems he used to iron everyone's clothes, or at least his fancy shirts by leaving the shower running with hot water and steam iron the clothes. It was also said that he's a bit neurotic with the cleaning on the bus and with his packing, because he needs to do it the day before they leave their hotel. He also has many many alarms to wake up on tour because he "sleeps well" (according to Joonas you have to throw things at him to wake up, or hit him).

He calls himself "Mr. Recovery Man" due to his ability to somehow recover quickly after he's been sick or hangover. Some other nicknames for him are Hobbit or Frodo.

He's also the chairman/president of the board of their music company, Bloodbros Oy. Evey member of the band has a company of their own, Olli's is named Mellon Music Oy after the sindarin word for friend.

And last but not least, let's not forget his amazing bartender skills. Oh, and he has a strong gag reflex :)

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Valentine's Night ❤️‍🔥

Olli and Aleksi are spending a heated night on the studio couch.. Full picture under the cut!

Uhhh tattoos the next time I draw BC guys they're wearing more clothes or it's Tommi 🫠 Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day everyone, especially olliallu enthusiasts! 💝

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Posting something Blind Channel related until they come back - Day 18

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Aleksi’s ig story 14.5.2022

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conversations

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just a plotless little Olli/Allu something I wanted to get out of my head because it's been keeping me up for several nights now. similar in style to this weird little fic, but not necessarily in the same universe (unless you want it to be)

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i.

[by the fire]

The crack of the wood burning in front of them. The remains of a friends’ get-together, empty cans and half-finished bowls of crisps on the coffee table. A guitar resting in the corner because Tommi told them to call it a day already. Olli’s quiet breathing and his unreadable eyes, fixed on the fire, reflecting its warmth (or perhaps it was the other way around). 

“Do you ever…” Olli shakes his head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me.” 

Olli’s eyes close and open again, his lips part and close, the fire swallowing whatever he’s going to say, it seems. Aleksi wants to grab the poker and prod it down to mere embers.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were… different.”

Aleksi dares not to guess what it and things were.

(He fears he’s wrong, and what might happen if he isn’t.)

“You know, if you had made different decisions. Or if you had… met someone at a different time.” 

Olli’s voice is hardly louder than the wintery silence around them, but Aleksi clings on to every word. 

Drowns in them. 

(Wishes they’d mean what he needs them to mean.) 

Dark eyelashes rest on rosy cheeks. A hand moves closer to Aleksi’s on the downy rug. Almost rests over it, hesitates, then does it anyway. 

Aleksi’s walls cave in and it’s hard to breathe when wet eyes find his own. 

“Do you know what I’m trying to tell you at all?”

Can I say no but still expect you to see through my lies? That’s all you seem to do these days.

Can I say yes and still have you hold my hand in yours like this? I might crumble if you let go.

“Maybe.” 

They hold hands as the fire burns out. They hold hands and the silence mocks their cowardice. They hold hands and Olli’s t-shirt is soft against Aleksi’s cheek, his chin quivering on top of Aleksi’s head. 

(From the cold that has fallen into the room, Aleksi decides.)

ii. 

[in the tourbus] 

A drummer snoring in the bottom bunk. Someone tossing and turning and grunting in their sheets. A thick curtain staring back at Aleksi on the other side of the narrow aisle. 

His phone buzzing. 

I miss you.

Aleksi glances at the curtain. It’s motionless, expectant. 

I’m right here?

There’s a barely audible sigh.

No, you’re not. Been absent all day and I miss you. 

Aleksi could beg to differ, but he’d have nothing to defend himself with (knowing Olli is right). He could agree, but what if Olli asked him why (knowing he can’t tell him why)? 

A compromise, Aleksi later convinces himself, to choke off the sound of his guilt and shame screaming slander at him for not knowing better. 

Aleksi does know better, but acts against such wisdom nevertheless. 

Come over here then.

A quiet whoosh of a curtain being pulled aside, then another, then something warm and soft crawls to him in the dark and wraps around him. 

A comforting scent steals all the air from Aleksi’s lungs (how could he smell so good even when living off truckstop showers?). 

A nose roaming over Aleksi’s neck brings pathetic whimpers to Aleksi’s mouth (does he not remember where they are?). 

Fidgeting fingers at the hem of Aleksi’s shirt make him tremble until they settle on his waist (and melt into the skin there like butter even though they’re ice cold there are shivers running along Aleksi’s spine). 

Lips tracing unspoken words on Aleksi’s skin where his collar bones meet (the shivers pass). 

Want you, Aleksi reads from the lips (in comes the ache in his chest). 

You can’t, Aleksi writes on Olli’s hairline, above his temple (his favourite spot). 

But I do, is the soundless response. And you do too. 

(And Aleksi did too.)

iii.

[in the studio]

A forgotten project on a laptop screen. A finished bottle of merlot. A joke that was a little too funny (or not at all funny) for them to forget themselves like that.

A nose to a nose, a pair of lips almost touching another. 

Olli’s eyes are unfocused, drifting between Aleksi’s eyes and mouth. 

“Should we… go back upstairs soon?” 

I shall make my speciality, she had promised them. The twinge of remorse is not enough to move Aleksi from the couch. 

“We should,” he says just in case, so that later he can fool his conscience and say had tried. 

A scented candle flickering by the laptop, yet all Aleksi can smell is Olli’s cologne. All that wine, yet Aleksi is drunk on something else entirely. It’s shameful, and Aleksi does feel ashamed for it, does beat himself up for it, but when Olli is right there on his couch and softening his brain like booze, Aleksi drops all his weapons to fight against it. 

There is no sound judgement in what they’re doing, nor even an ounce of self-preservation by this point. The further they go each time, the closer they come to being caught red-handed, and in a way, maybe that’s what they’re both waiting for. 

For a bandmate to walk in and beat the shit out of them, so that they’d maybe come back to their senses.

For a girlfriend to suspect something, anything, and force the truth out of them, so that they can put an end to it all, either for good or for worse. 

A ping sounding from Aleksi’s phone informing them of dinner is all they get instead. It’s enough to startle them, but not enough to completely lead them away from temptation.

iv.

[in the studio, scene 2]

[[inside him]]

The wall feels cold and harsh against Aleksi’s back, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He can still taste his girlfriend’s praised curry off Olli’s lips, but even that’s not going to stop him from pushing Olli towards the couch. 

Olli below him is nothing like the cold and harsh floor, but instead velvety and radiating such heat that goes right through Aleksi’s bones. The taste of Olli is nothing like the spicy dish they had upstairs, but sweet and soothing, yet it leaves Aleksi hungrier than he was before dinner. 

They don’t talk. They don’t need to, not out loud. Instead, they have an entire conversation without ever making a sound, without speaking a word. 

Do you want this as much as I do? Aleksi’s fingers ask at the waistband of Olli’s trousers. 

Yes, Olli’s hips answer as they lift off the couch so Aleksi can take the trousers off. 

Am I hurting you? Aleksi’s thumb on Olli’s cheek asks. 

No, Olli’s tongue inside Aleksi’s mouth replies. 

Like this? Aleksi’s hardness moving inside Olli asks. 

Yes, like that, Olli’s entire body responds, arching, glowing, trembling.

They still don’t bother breaking the silence that fells in the room afterwards, when they’re all done and spent, lying in their own sweat and cum.

What are we going to do? Aleksi’s eyes ask.

What are we doing to do? Olli’s dark gaze echoes his question. 

Aleksi wishes he knew. 

Aleksi wishes he could find the answer in Olli’s mouth. 

v.

[under a birch tree]

The sky was white and blue and pink, and the last band of the day just got on the stage. Olli’s finger is still bleeding from when he scratched it on something during Balboa. It leaves a stain on Aleksi’s hand when Olli grabs it. Olli is drunk, but somehow his steps are anything but unsteady as he leads them behind the village of blue Bajamaja stalls. Maybe Aleksi is tipsy enough himself to not notice or care. 

“Olli, what–” and then he’s being pressed against a white tree trunk, deprived of his right to speak with his bottom lip in between Olli’s teeth. His teeth sunk in too deep, so that they’re both bleeding now.

Drowsy eyes stare up at him. Olli is drunk, but not in a tipsy way that makes him giggly and stupid, nor in the trashy way that has him scream-singing along to a song he doesn’t know in one moment and throwing up on Tommi’s shoes the next. He’s drunk in a gloomy way instead, one that sometimes had him sob against anyone’s shoulder, for no reason and for all the reasons at the same time. 

“Stay at mine tonight,” Olli begs him, his lips never leaving Aleksi’s, his eyeliner running down his cheeks. ‘Mine’ (‘yours and hers’) is just some five kilometres away, and Aleksi’s hotel purposely on the opposite side of the city. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

As if any of it had ever been. 

“She’s not home.” 

As if that somehow makes it any less wrong (but it does explain the regretful frown that’s been stuck on Olli’s face the whole day). 

“Still.”

“Then I’ll take you here.” 

The foolishness of it would make Aleksi laugh if he was sober enough to think that rationally, and if he didn’t feel as if they were running out of time, and if it wasn’t Olli.

“You can’t.”

The shakiness of his own voice would not have convinced himself either. 

“Aleksi, I want you.” A wet mouth is leaving its tracks all over Aleksi’s neck. 

“We’re in public,” Aleksi almost sobs and hates how the alternative to do it in private will tarnish yet another home. 

“Aleksi, mua panettaa.”

The worst thing is…

…Aleksi knew from the start he was gonna give in.

vi.

[in the studio, scene 3]

[[alone]]

A poorly-working radiator. Bottles of Pepsi that have been keeping him awake (and company) all evening. A pillow and a duvet on the couch in crumpled Moomin sheets, brought down from upstairs. 

Gonna be late ‘til I finish the project. Wouldn’t want to wake you up when I come back, he had explained.

Do as you please, she had said, never once lifting her gaze. Neither would Aleksi, if he was her. 

He could barely look at himself in the mirror these days. 

The radiator and the woolly socks he had found wrapped up under the Christmas tree were nowhere near enough to keep his blood circulating, nowhere near enough to comfort him so that he could fall asleep. 

He grabs the phone and hopes he’s not the only one still awake. 

Olli picks up within seconds. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Olli asks him. He’s wearing a black hoodie and an ever blacker expression. 

“Why aren’t you?”

Olli looks down to hide whatever emotion he was almost about to reveal. 

“I was gonna call you. I wanted to ask you something.” 

Aleksi waits. 

“Do you… do you remember that one time in… I can’t remember actually. Somewhere in the Midwest maybe. That one time it was thundering real loud. 

And you woke me up to listen to it with you?

“Yeah, I think I do remember.”

“Do you remember how the rain was coming down in buckets?”

Yes, and your eyes were as dark as they are now.

“And do you remember that one morning in Colorado? When it had snowed overnight and the bus was freezing.” 

And you crawled in my bed again, slid your hands under my shirt again. 

“And that one freaky hotel in… was it Amsterdam? Where they had that strange shower thing.”

And where you fucked me for the first time (yes, even in that strange shower). 

“And… and do you remember when we were in Tokyo. It was so beautiful there.”

I only remember the early mornings and you biting my thighs to wake me up, and you riding me when we couldn’t sleep, and you showing me that vibrator you had bought. 

I only remember how shy you looked all of a sudden, and how the shade of your cheeks matched the shade of that toy when I pushed it in. 

“I wish we could go back.” 

The tear-choked confession brings Aleksi back to the present. 

“Back where?”

Olli shrugs. “Anywhere. Tokyo, maybe.” 

Kissing under an out-of-bloom cherry tree. 

“Me too,” Aleksi says. 

Maybe that’s what it would be like. 

If things were different.

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authors note: the Finnish word panettaa is not the easiest to translate but it means that one is feeling horny. a more direct translation would be something along the lines of "I feel like fucking" or "I want/need to fuck"

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heavenly, heavenly, heavenly (pt. 1)

alternatively: just some Olli/Allu loving in the LA house 💕

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helloooooo it's my first fic of 2025! I know it's been a while since the band's song writing trip to LA, but recently I've been having various Divine Revelations about it, so here, have this little Olli/Allu porn with some (soft) feelings (with possibly more parts to follow if you give me some time)

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The mornings in LA were Olli's favourites.

That was when the whole world was quiet – even in one of the busiest cities on the planet – and Olli could focus on listening to only the peaceful, almost soundless breathing by his ear. Sometimes he'd fall back to sleep listening to it, other times he'd nudge his nose against warm skin to arouse more endearing sounds: long, content sighs, low-tuned hums, or sometimes even incomprehensible mumbling, the ramblings of someone who was only half awake.

Yet other mornings, such as this one, Olli needed to pursue his own agenda more boldly, so he brought his lips close to an ear, allowed them to curve in a smirk, and whispered his humble plea:

"Wake up, Allu. Time for breakfast."

A series of lingering kisses along Aleksi's jawline to the corner of his mouth followed the whisper. When Aleksi's lips responded to the kiss and his thighs gave room for Olli to slide in between them, Olli knew Aleksi had been awake for quite some time already.

Olli smiled against Aleksi's mouth. "Mmmh. I see how it is." Then he swallowed the deep moan that erupted from Aleksi when Olli brought their chests and stomachs and crotches together. Feeling Aleksi's semi hard-on against his own, OIli tested his own patience by rolling his hips as lazily as he could, as teasingly as he dared, in such an infuriatingly slow pace as he had the heart to without driving them both crazy with their hunger for each other.

"You sound so lovely," he often told Aleksi on mornings like these, and as if thanking him for the compliment, Aleksi would often fill Olli's ears with another moan thundering from inside his chest. The moan would vibrate against Olli's own and send Olli's heart bouncing around his ribcage with the urge to escape its prison and scream out all the fragile feelings Olli kept there across the Hollywood Hills.

(But he wasn't quite ready for that yet, the idea of it intimidating him sometimes; frightening him with how speechless he suddenly was when he tried to put his affection for Aleksi into words; starling him with how overwhelming it sometimes felt.)

"You feel so lovely," Olli also loved to tell Aleksi, especially when their still clothed erections were slowly moving together like they were now. Focusing on the throb of Aleksi's cock and that of his own was the perfect distraction from any of the emotions that had his breath stuck in his throat, from any untimely confessions about to fall off the tip of his tongue.

(I wish it could be like this when we're back home.)

"You taste so lovely," Olli would say those mornings when he'd feel particularly ravenous, mere seconds before he'd take Aleksi's tip in between his lips and leave it glistening with his saliva. He feared he'd have no self-control for that this morning, however, not with his cock begging to explore places far more alluring and satisfying than the insides of his boxers.

SItting up, Olli undressed them both of their underwear, which was usually Aleksi's cue to object in his own, sleepy way, like he did this morning, and gripped on to Olli's sides to pull him down again. Olli was quick to lean back in to reward Aleksi for his patience (or lack of thereof), to have Aleksi's restless (gentle) hands on his backside again, and to nibble below Aleksi's ear with his tender (eager) teeth so that the man was squirming and groaning under him. The nibbles turned into soft kisses at Aleksi's neck when Olli begun opening him up with two fingers, but Aleksi only seemed to grow ever so needy – and louder.

"Shhhhhh." Olli muffled his lover's whimpers with his lips. "The others are still sleeping." It was a filthy lie, of course, as Joel had been stomping around the house since at least an hour earlier, but protecting his bandmates' sleep was beyond Olli's interests anyway.

Aleksi parted his eyelids then, giving Olli a pleading glance but lowering his volume to the cutest little noises of desperation Olli had ever heard in his life (or at least since the morning before).

"That's better. Well done, love," Olli made sure to speak so close to Aleksi's mouth that the man would feel Olli's hot breath on his lips, and so close that he'd see the flash of surrender in Aleksi's eyes; it was only a split second of weakness before he'd collect himself again, but it was just enough for Olli to know he was pulling on all the right strings to care for Aleksi the way he needed to be cared for (longed to be cared for (by him and him only, Olli dared to hope)).

"You're amazing, Ale," Olli continued the praise as he kept on kissing Aleksi's neck while massaging his own cock with the lotion they'd been using as lube. All the while he made sure his tip would brush Aleksi's slick hole every other stroke, sliding in deep enough to part Aleksi's smooth bottocks but stopping right at his rim and pulling back again. Olli couldn't tell which one of them he was torturing more, though, as every nudge in between Aleksi's buttcheeks made Olli shudder and his cock twitch, nearly ready to coat the crease of Aleksi's ass with his semen before ever entering him. As if hoping for exactly that to happen, Aleksi was rolling his hips under Olli, trying to lure more of Olli's cock inside him, so once Olli decided he'd had his fun teasing Aleksi, he put them both ouf their misery and sank inside, smoothing any pain Aleksi might have felt with another kiss to his lips.

Every inch of Aleksi on every inch of Olli felt like Heaven itself. The Heaven of Aleksi was hot and soft and tight and clenching Olli's balls with every unhurried thrust, almost in a way that almost brought tears to his eyes and almost had him blurt out a hasty ifuckingloveyou – but only almost. Once had brushed such fooleries aside for later contemplation, he found a pace that satisfied them both and withdrew his lips from Aleksi's to let the man's sweet little whimpers wander right into his ears instead. Tragically, hearing Aleksi's pleasure like that was everything to Olli, and so all the forbidden words and unspeakable honesties were back in Olli's head, as if waiting for their chance to cut and run wild before Olli would have the chance to think twice.

Olli had little choice but to resume kissing and biting Aleksi's neck, then, to give his mouth something more useful to do, and he did so with even more lust and greed while moving in and out of Aleksi, deeper and deeper every time he buried himself back in to the hilt after pulling out almost completely, his glistening head twitching at Aleksi's rim. He did so freely for a good minute or two until Aleksi crossed his legs above Olli's bum to lock him in place, Olli supposed with a smile, a request which Olli was more than willing to fulfil.

At least if Aleksi was to ask nicely.

"Wanna cum already?" It was hard to speak, with his mouth so dry and his mind so full of bliss and pleasure and love.

"So bad." Aleksi was panting now, his neck extended and his nails digging into Olli's back. Each time Olli was about to pull off, with every intention to thrust in a second later, Aleksi's hips followed his to keep Olli's cock in place where it was reaching all of Aleksi's sweet spots, or so Olli figured from the man's desperation.

It made Olli a little light-headed to see Aleksi like that, gasping for air and chasing his peak as if in a trance. Olli could hardly believe he was the reason for it.

It was almost as if it was too good to be true, and perhaps that was what scared him the most; that it was all just a silly dream, or an alternate universe that would vanish once they'd be back home and he'd never get to live it ever again.

For that reason, Olli would have preferred to keep on moving inside Aleksi and deny them both of their orgasms for as long as he could, but when Aleksi began rambling sweet nonsense to his ear, how could he possibly hold back any longer?

"Feels so fucking good," Aleksi whispered him. Suddenly Olli felt like he had lost all control, despite being on top, and submitted himself to the quickening movements of Aleksi's pelvis. "When you fuck me like this. And when you suck me off. And when I ride you. And when you ride me. Fuck, Olli, please ride me tonight."

"I will," Olli breathed roughly against the delicate skin on Aleksi's neck. "I'll ride you and make you moan so loud you wake up the whole street." Reversing what he had done when they had first woken up that morning, Olli peppered Aleksi's neck and jaw with kisses until his lips were at Aleksi's ear. "And I'll make you cum so much I'll still be dripping the next day."

Olli couldn’t make out what Aleksi said next, but his words were cut short anyway when Olli sneaked his hand between them to grab Aleksi's neglected erection, rock-hard and leaking precum on Aleksi's tummy. Glancing down, Olli was nearly overtaken by a craving to pull out of Aleksi so he could pleasure the man with his mouth instead, but when Aleksi clenched around him the very second his fingers wrapped around Aleksi's throbbing cock, he knew he'd have no such willpower by this point.

It did not take more than a few seconds before Olli felt his lover's hot cum flow down his fingers and the shockwaves of Aleksi's orgasm around his own erection. Aleksi was writhing and whining under him, still thrusting against Olli and his hands grasping Olli's hips to keep him close – as if Olli was planning on going anywhere. On the contrary, he sank even deeper inside Aleksi's hole and pounded in with short, rapid thrusts, feeling Aleksi clasp around him even more tightly until he, too, was spurting his seed, deep inside his lover;

until his orgasm took all control over his body and he lost his rhythm, his focus, his determination to keep it together;

until his mind was blank, safe for the stars he was seeing, and for the one thought that coloured all his other thoughts (thankfully he never had that many during a day).

Aleksi. Aleksi. Aleksi.

"Aleksi," he sighed, still inside him, still so completely under his spell that he had no idea how long he had been lying there on top of him, his ear right above Aleksi's heartbeat, before his breathing had evened enough for him to speak again.

Aleksi said nothing in response, but the way he then buried his fingers in Olli's hair indicated he was listening.

"Will we...," Olli heard his own voice waver, so he swallowed and tried again. "Will we see after lunch again?"

It wasn't what he really wanted to ask, and it was such a silly thing to ask anyway, but Olli assumed Aleksi knew what he meant.

"The boys were talking about going out for lunch today," Aleksi told him, and a stupid lump appeared in Olli's throat, until Aleksi added: "But... I think they won't mind if we skip it."

Olli swallowed the lump and whatever follow-up questions he actually meant to ask (will we still be doing this when we're not thousands of miles away from home?) and rested his chin on Aleksi's chest, smiling tiredly up at him.

"I don't think they'll mind it at all."

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Aleksi blew a kiss 🥺

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2024 is almost over.. It's time for 2025! 🎇🎆🎊 Hope your New Year will be better than ever and you'll experience happiness and peace of mind 💓🍀🌟

thank youuu anon 💗 you too!