>>105089

>Имена в студию.

Все, кроме этих:
Тончи Башич — Алания — 2001
Сильвие Бегич — Оренбург, Рубин — 2018—н. в.
Кристиян Бистрович — ЦСКА — 2018—н. в.
Дарко Бодул — Амкар, Енисей — 2016—2018
Игор Будиша — Шинник — 2005, 2006
Хрвое Вейич — Томь — 2005—2008
Никола Влашич — ЦСКА — 2018—н. в.
Мариян Вука — Кубань — 2004
Огнен Вукоевич — Спартак М — 2013
Анте Вукушич —Тосно — 2017—2018
Даниэль Вушкович — Луч-Энергия — 2008
Матия Дворнекович — Волга — 2012—2013
Марко Динияр — Терек — 2008
Томислав Дуймович — Амкар, Локомотив М, Динамо М, Мордовия — 2006—2013
Ивица Жунич — Оренбург — 2016—2017
Иво Иличевич — Анжи — 2016
Йосип Кнежевич — Амкар — 2010, 2011
Дарио Крешич — Локомотив М — 2012—2013
Ивица Крижанац — Зенит — 2005—2010
Матия Кристич — Луч-Энергия — 2008
Марко Ливая — Рубин — 2014/2015
Хрвое Милич — Ростов — 2013—2015
Даниэль Мишкич — Оренбург — 2018—н. в.
Игор Новакович — Томь — 2006—2008
Филип Озобич — Спартак М — 2009—2011
Ивица Олич — ЦСКА — 2003—2006
Борис Павич — Черноморец — 2001
Иван Пауревич — Уфа — 2014—2016, 2017—2019
Марио Пашалич — Спартак М — 2017—2018
Анте Пешич — ЦСКА — 1999
Анте Пулич — Томь — 2016—2017
Стипе Плетикоса — Спартак М, Ростов — 2007—2015
Степан Скочибушич — Торпедо — 2006
Степан Томас — Рубин — 2007—2009
Филип Уремович — Рубин — 2018—н. в.
Даниел Хрман — Спартак М — 2003
Мийо Цакташ — Рубин — 2016—2018
Ведран Целишчак — Торпедо-Металлург — 2003
Ведран Чорлука — Локомотив М — 2012—н. в.
Звонимир Шарлия — ЦСКА — 2019—н. в.
Гордон Шильденфельд — Динамо М — 2012
Марко Шимич — Химки — 2007, 2009
Эдин Юнузович — Амкар — 2009, 2010

>too young

21-22, хера се.

>межрасовый

С Вирджилом не межрасовый. Если ты, конечно, каждого на себя не примеряешь.

>Стоит на пути прихода Шимечки в Ливерпульчик

Ну хоть ты не шизик >>100129

A new ad for Rock Filius underwear.
Alternative title: Šime is horny.
Rating: E (you are warned)

(If you saw this go up earlier, it was because I edited and saved but tumblr mobile thought: post.)

It was early in the evening when Dejan’s phone buzzed. He had just settled on his bed to watch a movie and have a quiet night in. Then there was the incoming facetime call from Šime. Dejan judged that talking to him would certainly be more entertaining than any movie he could think of. Šime didn’t facetime him often, but it must have been a quiet evening for him too.

“Aha, Deki!” Šime greeted him with a big smile.

“Hi Šime, good to see you” Dejan answered.

“What’s up, brate. What are you doing tonight?”

“Not much, I was just getting comfy to watch a movie or something. What are you doing? Why are you not wearing a shirt?” Dejan answered, quick to notice that Šime didn’t appear to be wearing anything.

“What, I don’t need to wear anything to talk to you, do I?” Šime said playfully, as he angled the phone to show more of his bare torso.

“No.. no, you don’t need to.. of course..” Dejan stammered. He’s seen so many half naked men in his career, but Šime was still a special sight. Toned to perfection, not too much like Mo, no, absolute perfection like Šime. With the cross, the holy cross, sitting in the middle. Dejan remembered the bruises he once created all over that holy body. The cross had never look so sinful. But before he could dwell in the memories, Šime spoke again.

“I got your birthday present in the mail earlier this week. Wanna see?”

“Oh they finally arrived in Italy! Do you like them??”

“They’re so nice, Dej” Šime said. He put his phone down and took a step back. He tried to find the perfect angle to show what he got from Dejan.

Dejan was curiously waiting for what Šime was trying to do, his face as close to the phone as possible.

Šime was wearing some baggy sweatpants. He looked stunning in those. The elastic band was just resting on his hips, showing a little bit of his V-line He then pulled down his pants a little more, revealing the white band that spelled Rock Filius on them.

“Aj laaajk” Dejan grinned.

“They fit so nicely, look” Šime said as he dropped his pants even further down.

Dejan could only let out a throaty sound of approval as Šime started to pose for him, showing off how the boxer shorts fitted nicely over his butt. The red cotton created a stark contrast with Šime’s pale skin, his plush ass was a devilishly gorgeous sight below those tattoos on his back.

“The material is so soft, it just hugs the body and feels so good on my skin.” Šime explained as he let his hands wander over his hips, then to his butt, and eventually to his bulge in the front. He rubbed it slightly while looking straight at the camera for Dejan’s reaction.

“So good” he breathed out

Dejan was mesmerized.

“Are you wearing yours too?” Šime asked to get Dejan to speak again. He stepped closer to his phone, the only thing in frame was the red Rock Filius underwear.

Dejan got himself together, and angled the phone towards his lower half.

“Of course I am”

“Did they photoshop the images on the website, your bulge looks much bigger now.”

Dejan snickered. “Stop playing with me, Šime”

“I’m not playing with you! But I wish I was. Just you, me, only wearing Rock Filius underwear…”

Dejan groaned

“I miss you, Dejan. So when I wear this, I feel like you’re with me” Šime said as he palms his half hard cock through the fabric.

“Šime…” Dejan murmured.

“Sometimes I imagine it’s your hand stroking me like this”

‘I wish, I wish”

“Try it, Dej, imagine it’s my hand. Doesn’t the fabric just give to best type of friction?” Šime continued as he rubbed his fingers up and down his length.

Dejan moaned. Šime knew exactly what turned him on. He was rubbing his dick without any shame. Šime’s sultry voice could tell him to do anything. He closed his eyes as he listened to the breathing coming from his phone.

“Yes, you’re feeling it, aren’t you. You’re so beautiful. Look at that beautiful hard cock” Šime continued.

Dejan opened his eyes a little to see Šime was rubbing his cock the same way as he did, matching each others rhythm.

“You should’ve shot the advertisement photo’s like this. You’re so sexy”

Dejan was just panting by now.

“But I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. That beautiful cock. It’s only for me, right?”

“Yes” Dejan panted. He slid his hand under the fabric of his boxers, desperately needing to get a good grip.

“Show me your cock, I want to see it. God, I want to feel it. Smell it. Taste it.”

“It’s been too long” Dejan breathed out.

“I know, but your dick is still so gorgeous. I can almost taste it.

“Look what you’re doing to me” Šime said gesturing at the wet patch of pre-cum that was staining his underwear. Dejan’s hand stopped moving as he stared at his screen.

“I need you, Šime, I need you so much” Dejan said as he started moving his hand up and down again.

“Soon, Dej, soon I’ll take your hard cock in my mouth again. Soon I’ll get to taste you, suck you. Soon I’ll make my way down from the tip of your dick, to your balls, suck on them, kiss them, and then I’ll reach your soft hole. I’ll make you feel so good Dej, so good.”

Dejan was moaning loudly, his hand rapidly moving up and down. He tried to say something, but the thought of Šime’s mouth on his most precious parts was making it hard to speak.

“I want to hear you moan my name”

“Šime…” Dejan stammered through ragged breaths.

“Dejan, come for me, I know you want to” Šime breathed out equally turned on by seeing Dejan fall apart.

Dejan’s movement were getting faster, almost uncontrolled.

“Let me hear you come, I need it ljubavi”

That was all it took to get Dejan over the edge. He groaned loudly, spasms shooting through his lower body. His mind went blank, floating on extreme joy and love. His hand and chest were covered in white liquid by the time he got back to his senses.

He was still holding his phone as he’s coming down from his high. Familiar moans were coming from the other side. Šime was still rubbing his dick through the fabric.

“You’re amazing, dragi, and you’re so hot” Dejan said in awe.

Šime gasps, groans, and Dejan watches as the wet patch in Šime’s underwear grows larger. The Rock Filius boxers look even better with Šime’s cum in it.

“That was beautiful, Šime”

Šime’s breathing slowly returns to normal and he steps closer to the phone. He points the camera at his face again and looks at Dejan with a tired but content expression. His curls stick to his sweaty face. Dejan smiles. Šime’s smile is weak but genuine.

“I gotta change into a fresh pair now” he jokes.

“Well, I’m gonna need to wash myself, I guess”

“I’ll talk to you later ok?”

“Ok”

“I love you”

“I love you too”