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shane finally drops all the way down with a whimper, letting ilya sink completely into him.

"fuck, baby. love this fucking dick; fuck." shane groans breathlessly, his hands gripping onto ilya's thighs for leverage.

he stops and watches in delight as ilya's body shakes underneath him, and suddenly he's gripping shane's hips and muttering "fuckfuckfuck" under his breath; and shane can feel ilya coming inside of him.

shane laughs deliriously as ilya throws an arm over his face.

"wow, rozanov. could only handle lasting what, 10 seconds for me?"

"not fair, you play dirty. very bad, hollander."

shane laughs and grinds down on ilya again, making him suck his breath in through his teeth.

"i thought you liked it when i was bad?" he asks innocently as he smirks and leans in with puckered lips.

sure they've heard of each other in passing. troy is secretly very appreciative of scott's activism towards a more accepting nhl-- all while still being friends with dallas kent like alright

and it's an open secret that dallas is a horrible person, and so is troy by association. they're like the newer, actual evil version of ilya and marleau

so this like takes place at the height of troy's time in toronto. depressed, closeted, lonely, and horny as hell

his superstar secret boyfriend is too busy being a sceney la gay to meetup for a late night fuck, so troy sucks it up and guiltily redownloads grindr

after swiping for a bit, troy comes across this muscular torso pfp with the username nycdilf85 in his area

a little cheesy, but sure, why not

after talking for a bit (nycdilf85 says he's in toronto on a business trip-- troy says the same) they decide to meet in a neutral area

...which happens to be in the same hotel troy's staying at

again sure, why not

and luckily it gives troy enough time to freshen up, prep, say a couple affirmations before attempting a random out-of-desperation hookup

luca who meets cliff marleau the first time boston plays ottawa when he’s in his rookie season and after the game ilya formally introduces them at monks, and god he’s gorgeous and funny and single dear god the only bachelor in the league who’s more notorious for being a free bird than ilya himself. and little egg luca has been quietly having Gender Thoughts for a while but that has nothing to do with how much he would love for that big strong man to fuck him stupid and take care of him after. anyways.

he gets cliff’s number from ilya. either openly or secretively. and because he doesn’t want to just be reduced to another hockey bro in cliff’s phone, he… lies. kind of. a little. he texts and pretends to be someone else. a girl who got the number from a friend. he tells him that her name is lucy. it’s fine. it’s harmless.

they chat. they text. they sext. luca gets a glorious, 4k, full mast dick pic within a week. it’s everything he ever dreamed of. and he gets more than that, too. lewd, filthy sexts. videos and voice memos of cliff moaning and touching himself and panting lucy, lucy, lucy. a term of endearment that totally undoes him every time cliff types or says it: babygirl.

“Can feel you in my fucking gut.” Shane says as he grinds down in Ilya’s lap, “Right here.” He pushes on his lower abdomen and groans with it.

Ilya’s heavy breath through his nose, trying to calm his heart rate down. He knows he’s leaking inside Shane right now, and if he doesn’t focus he’s going to blow his load a lot faster than he wants but Shane won’t shut his fucking mouth and it’s making Ilya lose his goddamn mind.

“Fuck, Ilya.” Shane drops his head back on his own shoulders and feels down his abdomen again before reaching down and tugging his hard dick a few times.

He looks back down at Ilya as he rocks in his lap and strokes himself. “Hmmmm, I think I was made to take your cock, baby.”

Shane leans forward and lifts his ass up, clenching along the length of Ilya’s cock as he does. He’s a hair away from Ilya’s lips, breathing against them.

He moves up and down on Ilya’s dick, slowly and excruciating, squeezing his hole around the head each time. Ilya stretches his neck out and groans on a particular long roll of Shane’s hips and Shane breaks out in a cocky smirk.

“You okay?” He asks teasingly.

Ilya’s jaw is clenched and he nods short and fast, giving a deep hum of agreement but not talking back. He needs to focus on not coming with every fibre of his body and mind. His face is warm and he knows he’s flushed, he feels the sweat dripping down his temple.

Shane sits up and leans back, resting his hands on Ilya’s strong thighs. He uses the new position to start bouncing, and his cock bounces up and down too, leaving a wet trail of precum along Ilya’s happy trail. Shane groans with each drop down, Ilya’s cock brushing his prostate.

“Fucking love your cock.”

Ilya whimpers.

“So much, love feeling it inside me, in my mouth, in my ass. Fuck, want you to fill me up baby, want to feel it so fucking much.”

Ilya vision whites out and he’s gripping Shane’s hips so tight he knows he’ll leave fingertip bruises and that makes him moan even louder than he already was. He fucks up into Shane, chasing his orgasm and Shane fucking laughs in satisfaction.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes.” Shane says in a mantra with his eyes squeezed shut and his cock frantically hitting Ilya’s stomach with each movement. He feels Ilya’s cock twitch inside him as Ilya comes with a shout. Shane shoots his own load all the way up Ilya’s torso to his collarbone.

Their breathing slows down and Shane is smiling as he stares down at Ilya.

“You are insane.” Ilya breathes out.

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