Happy WIP wednesday my friends...here is a snip from the doc titled "shaming practice" that I'm trying real hard to wrap up. Please enjoy the snack 🙏
Ilya returns to find the appetizers gone, dip bowl almost certainly licked clean, and Shane gazing up at him with eyes that said I'm starving. For food, sex, or Ilya? Ilya sets the plate down in front of him; from the look he gives the pasta, Ilya thinks it might be all three.
"Oh no," Ilya says, as soon as the food hits the table, before Shane can descend on it. "Sorry, Shane, I grabbed the wrong plate." As though it wasn't just the two of them here. "I have plain chicken breast for you. That is what you like for dinner, yes? For your diet?"
Shane actually rests a hand on the edge of the plate, immediately possessive. "That's okay! I wouldn't want you to go to the trouble."
Ilya reaches down to take hold of the other side, giving Shane his sunniest smile. "Is already made, no trouble." He tugs gently, and Shane does not let the plate go. He's wild-eyed, searching Ilya's face, and Ilya winks at him. If his love wants to be tormented, then tormented he shall be. And there is nothing Shane hates more than being forced to explain what he wants.
He can stop it at any time, just by ceasing to engage with the game. But Shane swallows hard and says, "All the same, I think…I'd rather keep this one. It smells great." The compliment is an obvious attempt to smooth things over, move the conversation along, and Ilya doesn't push it yet.
He waits until Shane has started eating, mouth occupied when Ilya says, "Why did you lie about your diet, Hollander?"
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