ilya and shane bashing the new yorker -> being in the new yorker (non-paywalled link)

what i'm saying is that there are a lot of different ways to feel terrible about yourself and we should branch out!

hudcon in the future

ilya makes it his mission to fuck shane properly in the outdoor shower. maybe they go for a sunset swim one day and ilya is just rinsing off completely naked in the outdoor shower cause his trunks had “sand in them” and he’s glowing golden under the water…the soft spray of it diffusing off of him and creating rainbows in the sun. water dripping down his legs and into his v-line and down down down. shane is standing near by in his towel trying not to pass out at this spectacle. ilya motions for shane to drop his towel and trunks while putting a hand on his cock and stroking slowly. a recreation of the first time but this time it’s not in the dingy rink showers…this time they’re at their favorite place in the world, and they’re in love and it’s open but so private and it’s just the perfect amount of exhibition for shane. he joins ilya in the shower and they kiss hot and hungry, their skin slick with water sliding together. the warm water contrasting with the cool late summer air creating goosebumps on skin. shane is whispering to ilya between kisses “wanted it just like this…the first time-couldn’t stop staring at you, i was so scared you could read my mind” ilya is laughing softly softly against his skin “i could and i did, you are many things lyubimyy but subtle is not one” and shane is just kissing him back harder taking him in hand and showing him exactly what was on his mind.

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