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    “Alright. Fuck this.” Shane slammed his hand against his locker.

    The room went quiet for what felt like the tenth time that day.

    “Listen the fuck up.” His voice came out rough. He tried to borrow Ilya’s confidence from earlier but it definitely got lost in translation

    Ilya didn’t seem to notice. He only stared at his husband like he was seeing him for the first time.

     

    Or After a private video exposes the Montreal Metros trash-talking Shane, Ilya, and the team, the Ottawa Centaurs come out swinging in the Stanley Cup playoffs. Standing ten toes down behind their teammate, the Centaurs unleash hell and Shane Hollander reminds Montreal exactly who he is.

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    Going so long without that type of mind-melting, pure relief had Shane wound tight and buzzing, despite the sheer amount of orgasms Ilya had wrung out of him already. He wanted Ilya’s dick, long and thick, occupying every inch of his mouth. He wanted to run his tongue along it, suck at the tip, choke and gag as it hit the back of his throat. It had Shane wanting to claw his own skin off, or maybe bury himself underneath Ilya’s.

    He just needed it, okay? And was that really so bad? To need to choke on your boyfriend’s thick cock, filling up your mouth to the point you can’t think of anything else?

    …Okay, maybe it was a little bad.

    or; Shane is embarrassed of his all-consuming need to get his mouth on his boyfriend's dick. Ilya is more than happy to oblige.

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    Ilya refused to break his eye contact. He saw Shane’s anger, the fire behind his eyes, it was all too familiar. Shane continued talking, “I need you-” He pointed at Ilya, his hand just inches from Ilya’s face. Ilya flinched aggressively but refused to break eye contact.

    “Do it,” Ilya said through his teeth, cutting Shane off.

    Shane faltered, “What are…” his eyes scanned Ilyas face. Realization hit him like a truck. He quickly stumbled back away from his husband.

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    Shane doesn't realize how Ilyas PTSD affects him and takes a fight too far

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    On one particularly obsessive evening, he’d spoken into his phone, eyes burning from looking at the picture for far too long:

    “Hey Siri, what is the average Slavic penis length?”

    “I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t understand your question.”

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    Or: Nine inches. Shane thinks that’s a big fucking lie.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    And so the text remains, in his phone, in his pocket, unsent and unsaid while Shane bangs his head on the elevator wall in deep contemplation of the brush of Rozanov’s lips against his, the snake of Rozanov’s tongue past his teeth. The very particular and divine experience of Rozanov’s escalation of that trademark mode of sultry suction that pushes past not only the flushed bloom of Shane’s lips but also apparently beyond all of his defenses because -

    Hell. Fucking absolute hell. 

    Shane might be starting to like him.

    Okay, well - this is unexpected, unanticipated, entirely unplanned for - and therefore, Shane’s nipping  that one down in the bud.

    He squares the slope of his shoulders as the elevator comes to a stop on the eighth floor, and the doors open…

    …to reveal a very tousled, slightly out of breath, and beautifully flushed Ilya Rozanov, as if Shane summoned him here via his own dastardly brain matter. He looks the same as when Shane left him save for the fact that he’s replaced the damp towel around his hips with a pair of slacks and the white formal shirt he’d been sporting when Shane initially walked in. 

    The buttons on both are undone.

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