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Oh I'm suuuuure. Shane with his broken clavicle and Ilya with his bruised ribs were absolutely just having the weirdest phone sex that you can possibly imagine. Shane is propped up on seven different pillows because it jostles his collarbone too much if he doesn't stabilize himself on Mount Fluffmore before he starts jerking it--with his NON DOMINANT HAND to be clear. Half of Ilya's hisses are from arousal and half are from pain. They are equally hot. At one point Shane's shoulder slips and he grunts, "Oh fuck," and Ilya's arm (Hand and dick out of frame because Shane once again asked to see his face. But he can hear everything he needs. Fwip fwip fwip) speeds up and he goes, "Oh God. Are you coming? Did you come?" and Shane is like, "No I moved my shoulder wrong fuck" and he's readjusting the pillows (it's a process) and Ilya is still, now just watching, remarkably patient, and Shane says, "You can, uh, keep going," and Ilya says, "No, I can wait," and then Shane settles and Ilya tilts his head and asks Shane to lift up his shirt and show him his tits because he misses them and Shane still has some bruising and honestly it's kind of gnarly but Ilya turns his camera and shows Shane the bloom of bruises up the side of his body and Shane hisses and says, "Fuck that's hot," and Ilya says, "Show me yours," and so Shane's good arm is occupied with holding up his shirt for a little while as Ilya jerks off to his bruise and his armpit hair and then Ilya says, "Touch yourself touch yourself let me see you come," and then Shane does and the pillows slip again while he's coming and the sound of his groan tips Ilya into the kind of full-body-crunch orgasm that jostles every single one of his bruised ribs and they're both saying owww and coming and saying oh fuck ow and coming.

And Shane, who's still catching his breath, says, "Wow, so this is what we could have had if we'd been hooking up during playoffs all these years," because that's the one thing they've always avoided through mutual unspoken agreement. He says this meaning it to be sarcastic but, in the dark of his bedroom with the sound of the lake out the window and Ilya's breath over the speaker, it comes out far too earnest.

And Ilya's, "Mm, yes," is sweet and low and Shane presses a hand to his bruises and imagines it's Ilya's and he can see Ilya's hand moving up and down the bruising on his side and wonders if he's imagining those touches to be from Shane.

Written as part of @marveltrumpshate​ 2025.

what. what makes someone a service (blank). is it specifically because they’re doing (blank) in that instance because it’s what their partner needs? and if that’s the case then how do people say that ilya (… or, honestly, anyone) is a service top just in general? is it not just a case-by-case thing?

like i said, if you don’t feel like answering, absolutely do not. i just figured it was worth a shot; you were super nice about the other asks i sent you, even the one where i was just going “oh god was that me. i’m so sorry if it was.” and you like. reassured me that it wasn’t.

i'm so sorry you have a migraine, i also get them and they're horrific. and i also get really confused when i do. also glad to hear from you again after you got caught in the crossfire of my discourse hissy fit

but also this is confusing because this terminology has changed in my lifetime! when i was first getting into kink, at least in the communities i was part of, a service dom was the counterpart to a service sub: so a service sub actively (and usually proactively based on existing rules/structures) does things, generally including non-sexual things, to the dom's specifications; in Ye Olden Dayes a service dom was the dom who received that service.

it seems like the term has almost reversed, so that a service dom now means that the dom is primarily getting off on fulfilling their partner's needs. (i think it also gets conflated with "soft domming" which also didn't used to be a term, so service domming is often understood as involving an absence of heavy pain, degradation, etc) i won't judge the utility of the term per se, a lot of people really vibe with it.

what i will say is that it seems to get contorted into implying that doms with a less "soft" style don't care about their partner's wants or needs, and then from there into that the nice/ethical/correct/whatever way to dom is to be doing so solely for your partner's pleasure and not your own. the ppl i know who identify with service domming in real life usually mean something rather different--specifically that it feels powerful and thus pleasurable to be the only person who can give someone else what they want (and there isn't the correlation with being "soft" or "nice" in the people i've known who identify this way, like the meanest scene i've ever done was with someone who identifies as a service domme)

it's also my understanding that generally speaking the power in making someone else feel a certain way is like, a huge part of the appeal of any style of domming? and obviously all ethical people want to make sure that their sex/play partners are also doing things they want to be doing. so personally i'm not sure i understand it as a super useful term but i also would defer to people who do use it to describe themselves to explain how it works for them!

for ilya specifically, the reason i kind of take issue with the service dom characterization is two fold. initially, he does not put a lot of thought into pleasing shane! he is considerate and careful as a partner, especially with first-time penetrative sex, but he's not sticking his fingers in shane's mouth 90 seconds after getting him alone because he knows that shane has an oral fixation and is dying to suck on something, it's because he wants his fingers sucked. and secondly and more importantly it's because it's almost universal in this fandom that i see service dom get conflated with soft dom get conflated with ethical dom. like i have not seen anyone talk about ilya as a service dom without saying or implying some variation on "and he always value shane's pleasure over his because he's a good person," as though that's a mandate on all doms. and then into this bizarre idea that doms aren't supposed to like domming for its own sake.

shane

restraints. i think he'd like being tied down with ropes or cuffs etc.

orgasm control. why would he need to worry about his orgasms when ilya's got him :) plus u know he just loves any kind of denial lmao

impact play. i mean, pain in general but i do think he'd like being Hit

cock worship. he literally wants to get all up in there. its his comfort crotch just in general but also specifically during sex. he's sucking on ilya's balls, he's kissing up and down ilya's dick, he's holding ilya's dick in his throat and sticking his nose right up against ilya's pubes

cnc. duh. DUh. DUH!!! this is THE most shane hollander kink to ever kink

bonus kink: cbt. a very specific kind of pain that he can only get during sex.

ilya

causing pain in general but painal specifically. is this an official kink idk but idk what else to call fucking someone while they're underprepped. idk he just likes fucking rough.

predator/prey (do i need to explain this one....)

cnc/any element of playing with consent including intox kink. like i do think once they're together he's gonna get shane drunk and have his way prettttyyyy often. its just something They Do.

orgasm control. in the overstim way but ALSO the denial/delay way. its just a very very base level of power. this natural thing your body wants to do? yeah no you're not doing it without his say so.

humiliation/degradation...making someone feel small and inferior, making them feel less than. cower in front of him.

HOLLANDER V ROSANOV

post-workout one day shane goes into the living room and is taken aback by something he sees. it's a bucket of water and ilya's taking off his sweaty socks and underwear and throwing them in it. shane's so confused but he doesn't really say anything—its not like either of them do laundry regularly or anything, so who knows what that's about. maybe some sort of pre treatment?

he almost forgets about it. but a little bit later, ilya's calling shane over and putting him on his knees besides the bucket, empty now of the clothes and with just dirty water in it now. and he asks shane, "do you want to come, baby?"

and yeah. of course shane does. he hasn't been allowed to come in days at this point and he's getting desperate. so he nods. says a very pretty, “yes sir.”

and ilya grins, says, "you want a chance to earn it?" and he's already taking his dick out so shane's mouth starts watering just in response even as his brain tells him there’s danger, that ilya’s about to do something. there’s the look in ilya's eyes doesn't bode well for him.

but he's not gonna say no. so he nods. says "please" bc he knows better than to forget his manners.

ilya nods over at the counter. "give that to me." its the gatorade bottle that shane had emptied out earlier today. one of those squeezy tops that means either the gatorade squirts out in a stream or you have to suck. shane was mad at ilya when he’d bought a crate of them. it had been irrational and he’d apologized and explained later when ilya had prodded. shane doesn't always like them because the taste of  feels more intense somehow, delivered like that.

shane blinks. knee walks over to the counter and brings it back.

"all this water," ilya says, still that gleeful sparkle in his eye. "your nice well water. we don't want it to go to waste, no?"

shane's stomach twists. "no. we don't want that," shane says.

"no," ilya says, smiling. "get some in that bottle, shane."

shane shudders. tries to figure out how he can do that before realizing there's just one option. he'll have to dunk in the bottle. no way he wont get any on his hand.

his stomach twists as he does as he's told. cringing a bit as the dirty water fills the bottle.

he holds it up when he does. "it's done," he says, voice shaking.

ilya nods. then, a pause. "jesus christ, shane. do i have to tell you everything? drink it. we're not letting this go to waste."

shane closes his eyes. his hands are shaking when he brings the bottle to his mouth.

he wraps his lips around the tip of the bottle and tries to brace himself, closing his eyes and reminding himself that it was almost half a bucket of water and ilya doesn't even sweat all that much—(a lie. ilya sweats a lot).

"sweetheart," says, hand on shane's wrist to tug the bottle away and out of his mouth. relief fills shane's body in a rush. he wont have to drink it. ilya was just fucking with him.

he likes doing that. fucking with shane mentally just as much as physically. it gets both of them hard

"you don't want to drink it?" ilya asks, petting his head.

shane shakes his head, still staring at the bottle and the murky water.

"why not? what are you afraid of?"

shane pauses. dares to blink up at ilya's face and—all of a sudden, he's scared. he's so scared. that look is still on ilya's face.

"it’s—" dirty would be the wrong word to use. he can hear ilya's response already: but those are just my clothes. you think i'm dirty?

"it's gonna taste bad," shane lands on, eventually.

ilya makes a cooing noise. his cock is still out, mostly soft. he's turned on but he's not hard. that can't mean anything but trouble for shane.

"oh, it will taste bad?" ilya asks, "probably just a little, right? but i know my shane. my poor shane, so sensitive to even little tastes, yes?"

he grabs a handful of shane's hair. nods his head for him.

"i’ll help with it, because i love you very much,” ilya says. “hmm…let’s see…maybe i can add something that'll help with the taste. would you like that?"

shane can feel his eyes starting to prick. he usually doesn't cry this early.

ilya doesn't wait for a response. "you like how my piss tastes, no?" ilya asks.

like isn't the word shane would use.

he swallows.

"no?" ilya asks, tilting his head like he's confused. "but you said you did last week. you said you liked being my little urinal."

and shane did. in a desperate bid to get ilya to stop squeezing his balls.

'but you're my stress ball right now. don't you want to be my stress ball? do you like being other things better?'

'yes, yes, yes please, i like being other things better, sir. please, oh my god'

'like what kind of things?'

and shane had said so much. he can't even remember it all. he'd called himself a fleshlight. footstool. ashtray. urinal.

"i did, sir," shane says.

"then that's settled. you like how my piss tastes."

shane nods. yes. it is settled. it was settled since ilya first said the words like they were a statement of fact.

"and you are afraid of how this water will taste," ilya says.

shane did say that, didn't he?

"yes, sir," he says.

"so how can i make this water taste good for you, shane?" ilya asks, words delivered with extra gentleness.

shane closes his eyes. blinks them open. "you can piss in it," he says. and then, because he does know better, corrects himself. "can you please piss in the water, please, sir?"

ilya grins. all teeth. "of course, baby. i am happy to help."

****

it takes the entire day, but shane finishes all of the water.