shane and ilya at a bathhouse is deeply on my mind tonight… ilya jerking shane off in the steam room, whispering “quiet sweetheart” and kissing down his sweaty neck. he tastes like salt and something so distinctly shane. ilya groans and works his fist from the base to the tip, swiping his thumb over shane’s slit every couple of strokes. “oh fuck,” shane gasps, one arm reaching out for ilya’s thigh. ilya doesn’t speed up until someone opens the door and settles on the opposite side of the room, hidden by the hazy warmth. shane’s fingernails bite into ilya’s thigh as his teeth bite into his own fist in an attempt to muffle his own moans. shane shoots into ilya’s hand, making everything wetter and slicker. you know, things like that…










