Tonight I'm thinking about Shane getting anxious and overwhelmed in a social situation – not enough that it's noticable to most people, but Ilya can see that he's Freaking Out – and Ilya just slowly running his hand up the back of Shane's neck until his fingers are tangled into his hair, and tugging just hard enough that it hurts a bit, like holding a kitten by the scruff of its neck. The message is clear: even if you don't feel like you are, I'm in control and I've got you. Shane instantly relaxes.

ilya pulls his softening cock from shane's hole, watching it emerge, appreciating how shane stretches a little more around the widest point, how the tip hangs onto shane's rim for a moment before slipping over the edge and letting ilya fall heavy between his thighs. ilya sighs in satisfaction. he sits back on his heels and presses his thumbs to either side of shane's hole, which is glistening at the edge and gaping around the space ilya left behind. ilya hums low and says, "show me how good your hole made me feel, kotik" and shane moans, indistinct in that way his sounds always are after a hard fucking. ilya watches shane's hole clench weakly—then takes in the sight he started imagining the moment that fucker in the ball cap attempted to buy shane a drink at the bar earlier: ilya's release, white and thick and slow, drooling from shane's hole. tracking the curve of his gorgeous ass down to the hotel sheets. something in ilya's chest purrs happily. finally. the visible sign of commitment around shane's ring finger is normally enough to nip ilya's possessiveness in the bud. but sometimes, when even that fails to deter shane's most helpless of admirers, ilya craves a more visceral reminder of his claim. there's nothing like this. ilya swipes two fingers through the trail of white and shane's mouth opens without prompting. ilya shudders. he hovers his coated fingers above shane's lips, asks, "who is this, malysh" and slides them in. shane moans. tastes. around ilya, he says, "you."

no bc you KNOW that ilya did to some degree view fucking shane's asshole as a conquest of sorts. you KNOW he viewed fucking shane as deflowering him and defiling him in the most wellmeaning way possible. he doesn't view shane as less-than or dirty or slutty for letting ilya fuck his ass but he DOES feel a sense of pride and ownership about it. he IS of the personal opinion that shane's hole belongs to him. that's His hole.

they’re doing one of those fun videos interviews with the communications intern. the guys walking through the tunnel before hitting the ice and drawing question from a cup the intern is holding. shane picks one and reads it out loud “if you could spend a day with anyone in the world, who would it be?” and he doesn’t even hesitate “i already do that” and the intern is like “wait what do you mean?” and shane gestures vaguely in ilya’s direction and ilya that was right behind him with troy and others centaurs, just open the biggest grin on his face and all the guys start groaning and booing cus they’re disgustingly in love and can never be normal about each other

Thinking about myshane waking up the morning after being fucked by Ilya for the first time. Anyone for the first time. He rolls over in bed and there’s a twinge in his thigh, not an unfamiliar ache from training- but then, then he feels the puffy swollen stretched feeling deep, at the softest part of him. Oh. That’s new. And like. It makes him dizzy, makes his cock pulse and chub just a little as he thinks about how Ilya made him sore, how he opened him on fingers, how shane took his whole cock last night, deep and hard and he’d wanted more. Felt empty when Ilya had pulled out. He’s been scared and now he was aching for it again. He gets up to shower and he feels like he should look different in the mirror, some part of him should look different for his changed he feels. He rolls his eyes at himself and he lols over his body in the mirror. But then. Then he showers and cleans himself, feels over his hole and he does feel different, softer and achy and Ilya had been there, inside. Shane wants to see it, and he positions himself with a hand mirror and a leg up to see the soft smooth of his hole, pushes just the pad of his thumb against himself and gasps when he sees how he gives to take it. Fuck. He quickly gets rid of the mirror and puts his leg down, goes about getting changed and adamantly stops thinking about it. But he can feel it all day, where he took Ilya.

i need ilya to be the little spoon so bad. i need shane to be so curled up around him. i need him nuzzling into shane’s chest. i need his curls to be pet and played with. i need him tucked into shane’s neck. i need his back scratched. i need shane cooing in his ear. i need him to have so many soothing kisses. i need him to wake up so wrapped up and loved up, he forgets for a moment that he ever felt lonely.