i have ruined you,

it's not until the cottage, until the first afternoon together, that he can reach for it without thinking. he's on his back, legs slung over the top of ilya's arms, spread wide and gasping the first time it escapes on a low, breathy moan. barely more than a hitch in his chest. as easy as a sigh.

and it makes ilya pause. he stills his hips to a slow grind that still has him arching off the sheets. ilya collapses around him, mouth trailing up his neck to the hollow behind his ear.

"say that again." he hovers above shane, lips parted and eyes blown out, and looking at him like he wants to eat him whole. "say it," he says, emphasising each word with a filthy roll of his hips, "again."

pleasure lights him up, sweet heat burning in his veins, and he almost chokes in his haste to do as he asks. "il-ya."

he receives the bitten off, "fuck, shane" right into his mouth as ilya kisses him in that all consuming way he loves so much.

ILYA WEEK 2026 || Day Two: Favorite Look

Like with Ilya Shane is Mr. "I don't know, maybe twice" and "Are you okay? I saw you up here" and "I don't know that side of you at all" and "I keep a lot of things private" and "Team meeting in the morning I forgot" and "Nice shirt, you're pulling it off" and "You feel it too, right?" because when Ilya looks at Shane, Shane feels like Ilya is seeing his internal organs, like everything is laid out for the taking and in some ways Shane is like just take it Rozanov just grab it stop looking at me and seeing through me and fucking fuck me instead but Ilya keeps looking and looking, crucially only looking away when Shane finally says NO YOU FUCKER I see you too, I see the way you turn things around and distract and deny because I literally barely tell myself the truth, let alone the world.