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Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 8367 words

Shane finds himself nodding, says “I know” before he can think further about it because Shane has never been good at reading people, and he wonders in that moment if Ilya is afflicted the same by this, the way they fuck.

Afflicted by the questions that they never let out-

How the fuck does it feel this fucking good?

How does it feel this fucking good every time?

Why is it you who does this to me?

The worst one of all, Shane thinks, this is why I can’t stop doing it. It’s too fucking good.

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Somewhere in 2014-16, one of the times they fuck that we didn't see in the montage.

(Alternatively titled: Athletes having athletic sex, someones got to get a leg cramp at some point)

⭐️ I would bet the house on you ⭐️

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 3014 words

The first time Shane calls Ilya baby, he barely even thinks about it.

⭐️ Don't it seem like a good time for swimming, before all the water disappears? ⭐️

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 4968 words

“No?” Shane whispers, “did I get it wrong? You are not my baby?” He asks then because he can’t help but tease, because he wants to hear Ilya ask for what he wants, he wants to give Ilya anything he can. He wants to give Ilya this. He wants it to be theirs, baby, to say it without it hurting as much as it hums.

⭐️god is good, or whatever made the mouth to drink the treasure⭐️

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 6272 words

Ilya makes love to Shane, it's the dirtiest thing they have ever done.

Headcanons

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🌟Nurse Shane and Security Guard Ilya Universe🌟

Baby baby baby yes. Ilya is sat up against the headboard, leant back against a mess of pillows and Shane is in his lap, lotus style with his legs around Ilya. Shane is slumped into Ilya’s warmth, his head laying on Ilya’s chest, and Ilya’s hand is cupped under Shane’s jaw, holding gently, thumb rubbing at sweat slick skin. Ilya’s other hand is holding Shane’s, tucked against Shane’s stomach, by his warm hip and Shane is playing with Ilya’s fingers.

Ilya cooes whenever tears slip down form Shane’s lashes to his fingers on his jaw, soothes the back of his knuckles up to wipe them away. Kissing at the top of Shane’s head, nuzzling his nose through his dark hair. Ilya is muttering to Shane mostly in Russian about how good he did and how good he made Ilya feel and his love, his baby, voice low, more like a warm rumble for Shane than the actual words. After a while Shane starts to get a little squirmy and then he’s turning his face into Ilya’s chest more, rubbing his face into his skin and leaving some wet tear smudges, whispering “thank you” and it’s gonna make Ilya’s heart explode probably.

And Ilya is all “sweetheart you have to stop these tears, or let me get up to her a cloth to clean your face hm?” Ilya whispers, his whole hand cupping Shane’s flushed wet face, cradling his head to his chest.

“think you should stay here” Shane just huffs and Ilyas laughs, warm and low and tugs Shane’s earlobe. “Ah yes, I can tell” he teases, hand smooths down Shane’s back as if to say, yes I can feel you making sure I don’t leave. Then his fingers Shane’s ass and his soft wet hole stretched around Ilya still and then Ilya is petting there and Shane is wriggling in his lap, thighs jolting. Fresh tears spring into Ilya’s chest and he croons down at Shane “so good here” and Shane is half squirming into and away from the touch, too much too good, perfect.