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    “Fuck, Hollander,” He hears Ilya groan out. It makes Shane laugh, shaking his head. “If you ever quit hockey, you should get into porn. You are hottest pornstar I’ve ever seen.”

    Shane wipes his face quickly, making sure the tear stains are gone, hoping that his eyes aren’t too puffy or red from weeping through his orgasm. Shane grabs his phone, holding it closer to his face, only seeing Ilya’s ceiling still.

    “I’m not a pornstar, asshole,” Shane mumbles. “You could do like—audio porn. Your voice—” Shane flushes darker. “I don’t know. It’s hot. The dirty talk.”

    Rozanov scoops up the phone; he’s flushed in the cheeks, grinning crookedly. “You think my voice is hot?”

    “Shut up,” Shane grumbles, shuffling back against the bed.

    “You are in better mood. I am a good distraction, yes?”

    Oh.

    He does feel better.

    OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off

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    15 Dec 2025