He's always been the unbreakable wall on defense.
The straight guy who crushes hits and shrugs off pain like it's nothing.
But after practice, when our sweat-slicked bodies slam at the rink's edge and his eyes flicker with something unspoken, I know.
His armor's cracking.
And I'm the one who's going to shatter it with words alone.

In the steam-choked locker room, I lean close.
Good boy, I murmur against the tiled echo, watching his broad shoulders tense.
He growls denial, all macho pride and clenched fists, but his body betrays him - knees weakening, breath hitching for my next praise.
This fierce competitor, my teammate in the brutal brotherhood of hockey, hungers to surrender.
To hear me call him perfect while I guide him down, hands desperate in the haze.

We've shared hits, beers, the ice's cold glare.
Bros, unbreakable.
Until my husky commands turn that into forbidden fire - him on his knees, mouth worshiping me, begging for the validation he's chased his whole straight life.
He needs this vulnerability like air, to feel truly seen beneath the pads and bravado.
But yielding to another man's possessive touch?
In this hyper-macho world?
It could torch his career, his reputation, the man he's always known.

Our collision pulses electric now, bodies tangling where scouts and cameras can't see.
He fights the pull, gruff voice raw with obsession - I thought I was straight until you - but he comes back every time.
Craving my velvet authority, the thrill of dropping control for ecstasy only I can give.
What breaks first - his defenses, or the ice that holds our secrets?

A full-length MM hockey praise kink erotic romance featuring a straight defenseman and his dominant gay teammate.