I need some shirtless armie hammer icons
This time Illya’s scowl was a bit less playful. “Der’mo.” He growled. “You are the one who took his shirt off first. You go sleep on couch.”
He wasn’t moving, and he would love to see Napoleon try to get him to move. As far as he was concerned, it was the other man’s problem. Illya could be comfortable like this. Well. Maybe moreso if he turned over.