Hollanov Brain Dumps

shane might say yes; he might say no. one time ilya orders a tequila shot for himself, makes shane spread his thumb & forefinger and shakes the salt onto the back of his hand so he can lick it right back off, salt-shot-lemon squeezed between his teeth, and shane gets so glassy-eyed ilya has to dig his thumb into the bruise hiding on shane's bicep and drag him out to the car. one time ilya puts him in linen, well-tailored, nearly white, and gropes him beneath the bar until there's an unmistakable stain at the crotch he has to untuck his shirt to hide. one time shane lets ilya buy him glass after glass of the house wine and when his lips are dark like he's been biting them he leans over and says, "i have a boyfriend," like a secret, and ilya gets hard so fast he stops being able to hear the music for a full five seconds.

He is also aware that he is a large man, a hockey player, and any type of violent-looking motion is going to be judged and he'll be called short-tempered or violent.

The violence of hockey helps. Sometimes, he likes getting slammed against the boards or pinned there while fighting for the puck. But that doesn't help him off ice. He has a punching bag, but its not the same. Wrestling with Ilya or Ilya laying on top of him also helps, but it's not perfect.

A couple years into their marriage, he tells this to Ilya. He works hard on sharing these things, that he'd usually worried about being judged for, to his husband. Ilya's already so vulnerable with him that he tries to return the favor as well as he can.

A week after he tells this to Ilya, he walks into their home gym to find Ilya attaching velcro strips to the walls in the corner Shane usually does yoga in, where there is no weights, equipment, or mirrors . There's a stack of huge gymnastic mats next to him, velcro on their edges. There are also boxing gloves on top of the stack.

"If anyone sees," Ilya says without turning around. "They will think this is for boxing. I recently took this up, you see."

Shane swallowed. "What is it actually for?"

Ilya grabbed a large mat, taller than him even, and pressed it against the wall, pulling to test that it's firmly stuck on there.

Ilya then takes a couple steps back and throws himself into the wall.

Shane takes a startled step back. "What are you doing?"

"Didn't hurt at all," Ilya grinned, now sitting on one of the mats on the floor. He bonked the back of his head back against the mat. "Completely safe."

Shane cheeks flushed. "I don't need this."

"Okay," Ilya bonked his head harder. "Its for me, then. Maybe I let you use it sometimes."

"Ilya...," Shane walked over and climbed in Ilya's lap, face in the crook of his neck.

"Shane," Ilya said back, wrapping his hands around him. "You know there is nothing you could do that I would think is weird?"

"This is weird."

"Well," Ilya hummed. "I have had my tongue in your asshole, so this is-"

"Shuddup!" Shane slaps him on the shoulder.

The set up goes unused until a couple weeks later, when Shane is feeling like there are ants under his skin. He tells Ilya he's going to work out in the gym, but based on the blush on his cheeks, Ilya understands what he's saying. Ilya tells him he'll go for a run, recognizing Shane wants privacy to test this out.

When he gets back, all he asks Shane is, "anything hurt?"

Like he just can't fathom how it could be a chore to someone

He can't understand how someone wouldn't want to do that all hours of the day

Ilya LOVES eating pussy/ass. He would bury himself between his hookups' legs for hours on end, it didn't matter if they were shaved or hairy, if they were fully cleaned out or not, if there was a 'taste', he was eating like a king at a damn FEAST

He'd lose himself while sucking dick too

He's 100% a swallower and is obsessed with cockwarming

He loves getting on his knees anywhere he's permitted

When Shane and him hook up, he's more excited about getting Shane off than himself. He just wants to eat and suck and absolutely DEVOUR him and wring orgasm after orgasm out of him because it's Ilya's favourite fucking thing to do

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He found out some people didn't like it while talking to a teammate about it, and the look on his face was one of absolute disgust and flabbergast