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@isolabellz MADE A COMIC OF MY FICCCCC READ IT HERE ON TWITTER AND READ THE ORIGINAL FIC HERE ON AO3 (full comic is nsfw so posting on tumblr is sadly a no-go 😔)

Yes !!

Ilya in the tiniest running shorts, glowing with sweat, one hand down the front of his shorts, making eyes at Shane behind the camera

A half blurry selfie of them, faces smushed together, cheeks pressed close with beaming faces and teeth

Their hands tangled together in Ilya’s lap,on top of a thick layer of blankets

Ilya asleep in Shane’s lap, face slack and relaxed, Shane’s hand buried in Ilya’s thick curls

Shane asleep on his stomach on the couch, but ass naked with blankets tangled around his feet

Blurry photo with Shane shirtless, a fork in one hand with cake on the end of it, Shane’s hand pushing towards the camera

Shane’s back, Shane is flexing, head turned half back towards the camera with a beam, “ilya” written across his back in sunscreen

Shane’s face pressed into Ilya’s snail trail, dopey eyes and smiley

Ilya jumping off the dock totally naked

Shane asleep in a Boston raiders hoodie, in Ilya’s bed in Boston, face flush with sleep

Ilya holding a bottle of wine up to his mouth, stood on the outdoor sofa, blurry with motion, clearly mid song from his open mouth

Shane against the door of the cottage, Ilya’s hand holding his smiling face

Shane’s thighs, sprawled open in his boxers, covered in hickies and bites

Ilya sprawled out in Shane’s bed, hand around his cock, lips parted, eyes dark

A selfie, Ilya’s face, soft smile with his temple leaning on Shane’s knee, he’s sat between Shane’s legs, a brush in the top of the frame, Shane’s hand, Ilya’s hair dripping wet curls

Shane and Ilyas socked feet tangled together at the end of the sofa

Ilya with a frown in a metros jersey, pouting at the camera

Ilya with Shane’s foot in his mouth, biting the side of it

Shane’s nose, lips, chin and chest in frame, covered in cum

Shane intently reading, in the corner of the frame his pinky finger hooked into Ilya’s waistband of his sweats centre of the frame

Ilya’s back covered in dark scratches

Shane in his glasses, in bed, looking up at the camera, Ilya’s hand fisted in his fringe