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    “Mmm. You want it bad,” Ilya purrs, teeth grazing the column of his throat.

    “Yeah,” Shane whines, hating how petulant it sounds. A fresh flare of determination rises up in response. “Just give it to me. Ilya. I can—just go hard. Just make it fit.”

    Ilya laughs quietly, incredulously. It’s hot against Shane’s ear. “Make it fit."

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    Or: in the midst of a stressful season, Shane's a little... out of practice. He's not gonna let that stop him getting what he wants.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    Louis clears his throat before he does something unwise like kiss him. “It’s a rainfall shower. Humans have developed a lot of useful things in the last century.”

    “I like Siri,” Lestat tells him, with a tone of grave importance.

    “Yeah,” Louis replies, finding himself smiling again. “I know you do.”

    Or: In the aftermath of the reunion, Louis takes Lestat back to his hotel.

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    24 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    For the first time in his career, Shane uses his wealth for something frivolous.

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    11 May 2026

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    Ilya locked his arm around Shane’s throat and drew him up onto his knees. The hold was snug, a real headlock, the kind that would make most men tap out. Shane didn’t tap out, but he stayed very still. His pulse galloped against the juncture of Ilya’s elbow, powerfully enough that Ilya could feel its insistent throbbing. Everything in the room had been pulled taut—the cord of Ilya’s shoulders, the line of Shane’s back, even the air between them had a rigidity to it. Ilya was breathing heavily, panting open-mouthed against Shane’s sweat-damp temple.

    “I could fuck you like this,” Ilya said. “I could fuck you right now, like this, not let you breathe, not let you come.”

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    18 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 53

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    He deserves a prize. He deserves to have Hollander between his legs, begging for him.

    The problem with straying from their usual and allowed places to meet is that Ilya knows it's a hit or miss. By now and after all this time, he can only partially ascertain the nooks and crannies of Hollander's absurdly intricate mind. He likes routine and order; he doesn't like when they change the rules, especially if it comes unannounced, or from Ilya. Or both. He has no issues breaking his own, as long as it works for him. But he doesn't do that a lot, either.

    Only when Ilya gets him good, desperate, when he kisses him as if the fucking world would end if they don't, does Hollander forget about rules.

    What should have been a simple encounter with Hollander ends up being the moment where Ilya has to accept uncomfortable truths about his own desires and needs.

    Might take him a while, though.

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    04 Apr 2026