Kingskindly

He becomes a consultant who shitty teams trying to not suck, good teams who want to last further into the playoffs, great teams who want to finally win the cup, call to Fix Them.

He is paid absolutely bonkers amounts of money to watch a team play for five minutes and immediately diagnose what’s wrong with them. He is always right.

Ok 5 minutes is probably an exaggeration. The coaches send him a bunch of tape to review in advance. They probably focus on their best players or the ones they think need the most improvement, but half the time Shane requests more, focusing on players they hadn’t paid much attention to before. Then one day at practice, the players look up into the stands and are filled with awe, terror, and wonder, because Shane Hollander is sitting there staring directly at them with a scarily thoughtful look on his face.

He meets with the coaches and gm and reports his conclusions. Who to trade and for who , how to get better results from certain players, how to run power plays and penalty kills, changes in line makeups.

Some lucky players get to meet with him. He takes about five minutes to list off or demonstrate everything they need to do to stop sucking. He has no time for chit chat or hero worship. Focus, listen, learn, and do exactly what he says and you will be good. Fail to do what he says and you will shame your entire bloodline.

Like he’s slack-jawed and staring like he can’t believe what’s happening. Yes, Shane pulls him in for a kiss, but he was going down anyway. I just keep thinking about how throughout this whole scene Ilya looks seconds away from just completely falling into Shane. Also, this face?? The way he just rolls his forehead against Shane’s?? He’s totally overcome by what he’s experiencing.

it's well made, well shot, well directed, the music is interesting, the costumes are both thoughtful and subtly period accurate, the sex scenes are intentional and, again, accurate to what hooking up when you're like 18 actually feels like...the actors are of course attractive but they look like real people. the characters are varied and well fleshed out, the acting is really, really strong

so many shows and films shoot and then slot in whatever music kind of fits or could be licenced in the budget after time, but you can tell that the scenes in hr were shot with that specific music in mind. and the same intentional approach runs through the whole thing

To consume media, where all people involved, from the actors to the costume designers to the intimacy coordinators respect a genre that has so long been considered less-than is so refreshing.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and his thigh shakes.

Ilya looks down at Shane looking up at him, staring with dark glassy eyes. The corners of his puffy pink lips quirk up from where they’re wrapped around the head of Ilya’s cock.  He pulls off and nudges him with his nose, content and unhurried while Ilya squirms before him.

“Shane,” Ilya says, half-request and half-warning, and Shane grins at him before he takes him in his mouth again.  He’s soft lips and light, unhurried lapping, and Ilya wants to just grab his face and fuck it.  He weaves one hand down into Shane’s hair instead, and braces the other on the headboard.  His hips buck up on their own a little anyway, and he bumps against the back of Shane’s throat.  Shane moans, and he absorbs the vibration.  

“Shane,” he repeats with more urgency, and Shane pulls off with his shiny, sinful smile again.  Ilya huffs, and it sounds like he's whining. 

“You wanna come?” Shane asks, and No I want to throw you over the back of the bed and fuck you, make you feel as ruined wrecked obliterated as you’re making me.  I want to hear you keening like a starving, desperate animal.  Then I want to come.

“Yes,” he grits, instead of all that.  And still, Shane takes his time, rubs Ilya’s twitching, spit-slick cock against his cheek, until Ilya grunts and pleads, “For fuck’s sake, Shane.”

And finally, finally Shane gives it to him, gives him pressure and suction and fast wet heat.  He comes groaning with Shane’s nose buried in his curly hair, so hard he still sees stars when he opens his eyes again.  

Shane cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, and comes up to lay beside Ilya, flushed and smirking with self-satisfaction.  Ilya can’t wait to wipe it off his face.  He’ll make it torture, endless, agony and bliss.  Just as soon as he can feel his legs again.

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