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The thing about footballers, Will had learned, was that they were always footballers. Here they were in the middle of nowhere, free to do just about anything they wanted, and on the lush grounds meant for polo or something, they were having a kickabout.
And what was Will doing? His job.
Sort of.
Will crawled across the grass dragging a water bottle in his teeth and stopped at the edge of the field. Isaac managed a little fancy footwork and got a goal past Dani of all people. Will wasn’t entirely sure of the rules in this situation. He wasn’t even exactly sure who was on which team at this point.
He did however turn away from the field and press his chest to the grass. A moment later he heard someone drinking water (and he was sure it was Isaac) then the plug he’d been wearing was pulled from his ass and Isaac thrust in.
Will didn’t hide any noises as he was quickly and roughly fucked for the fourth time that afternoon. Or maybe the fifth. He’d lost track. He’d lost track of a lot of things, including a chuck of his mind. Days of non-stop pleasure and pain, praise and humiliation, had him drifting in a haze of sensation and not much else. Isaac came with a grunt and put the plug back in.
Will turned back around and just relaxed, watching the guys play in the sun.
