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Svetlana: RED ALERT

Svetlana: GENERATIONAL FUMBLE

Ilya: You asked about their favorite hockey team and then spent fifteen minutes roasting it didn’t you

Svetlana: I thought it was friendly banter and then he went to the bathroom and didn’t come back

Ilya: It’s not banter if you’re the only one talking and he’s sitting there silently weeping into his Bud Light

Svetlana: Remember when you told Jane how much you liked fucking me while trying to lock it down?

Ilya: 🖕😘

“Shane, how does it feel to be back on Montreal ice?”

Consider Shane just going soft and buzzy and pliant as Ilya moves a hand over the bulge in his jeans, a brief and tender touch, and then draws his fingers up to Shane's stomach, which jumps as he laughs and moans.

"Don't you wanna fuck me, baby?" Shane finally mumbles when this has gone on for a while.

"Always," Ilya replies, like he's making a vow, and Shane shivers. "Let me turn you on, sweetheart."

"I am," Shane whines.

Ilya doesn't quite know how to explain to Shane that there are levels of arousal that can come from long moments, hours even, of touch. Arousal that builds from wandering hands and curious lips and whispered secrets. Sex that feels like summiting a mountain together rather than a race to the top. He thinks that Shane, with his yoga and his careful self-discipline would find it absolutely enthralling to discover that they can build something like that inside his body together.

Ilya doesn't have the words to explain these things, because some of them are desires so deep inside himself that he's only just uncovering them. So he kisses under Shane's ear, and lets him wiggle and whine, and draws his hands over his thighs again, over his clothes, keeping him warm and happy and tingling and floaty.

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Ilya usually does this for Shane.

All Shane usually needs to do is come stand next to Ilya, smile at him, and then usually Ilya's hand reaches itself around and settles on Shane's waist or his ass, sometimes if Ilya is feeling especially romantic he will even pull Shane back against him and wrap his arms around him, hooking his chin over Shane's shoulder and continuing to talk as if he wasn't suddenly leaning all his weight against Shane's sturdy body. He will introduce Shane as "My husband, Shane Hollander". While he says this Shane likes to make direct eye contact with the person.

Heated Rivalry — 1x06 ⤷ COMING OUT (part 1/2)

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