Logic//Devotion//Instinct Chapter Two: INSTINCT//LOGIC

Rating: Explicit Chapters: 2/4 Chapter Word-count: 7k words Total Word-Count: 14k words Additional Tags: Alpha Ilya Rozanov, Omega Shane Hollander, Early Hookup Era Hollanov, Unreliable Narrator Ilya Rozanov, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, dubious consent due to drug-induced hormone spikes, Pheromones, shane is really tragic but also a huge cutie patootie, tags to be updated with each chapter, this will get smutty and messy as hell Summary: Hollander isn’t Ilya’s omega. Hollander is barely even Ilya’s friend. But hooking up with him between games means Ilya knows his secret. Ilya knowing his secret means he’s the only one who can get him to the omega clinic when his drink has been mysteriously spiked after a win. Bringing him to the clinic means Hollander’s his responsibility as an alpha, and he’s going to take that seriously. How could he know the consequences that would unfold? Ilya has heard of omegas imprinting on alphas during intense hormone spikes, but he never thought it would happen to him. He’s never seen Hollander like this before, all sweet and soft and insisting he’s in love with him, but he’s Ilya’s responsibility. He wants-…he needs to take care of him while all this works out of his system. But everything, of course, is so much harder when he has a drugged up, love-struck Shane Hollander on his hands.

Chapter Two Summary: It's his first morning taking care of a heartsick Shane Hollander, and Ilya is already losing.

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.

Taking Ilya’s fist is a feat of strength, endurance, discipline, and dedication. All of their time spent conditioning his body together means that Shane can be ready for it quite easily now. These days, it only makes him want more.

rating: explicit tags: fisting, gaping, anal sex, begging, intimacy, married shane/ilya words: 4.7k