the idea of shane specifically being allergic to the peel of mangoes so being able to eat them if they're peeled and rinsed first and the dual funny ("baby, can you do that thing i like when you get home?" and it's just. peeling a mango.) and feels (ilya being the conduit of another way shane receives pleasure) of it
the idea of it specifically signalling "i want filthy, rough, world-shattering kink sex" makes me fucking CACKLE imagining one of them helping someone else move or paint a nursery or something and someone's like, "hey man, looks like you have a text" "can you read it to me, please?" because they have their hands full, and the person goes, "uuuh? looks like it's just a picture of a mango on-" and they don't get to finish because they're already πββοΈGOTTA GO SEE YOU LATERπββοΈ
the idea of ilya handfeeding shane slices of mango and shane then licking the juice from ilya's hand and the intersection of two pleasures he only receives from ilya and ilya's satisfaction in facilitating shane's pleasure in a way no one else has or can
shane having a reaction after because the person wasn't careful enough about rinsing off the mango and the knife after peeling it and ilya is just π mhm π that's rightπ no one else can give it to you as good as me π
no but the contrast of them doing like. a HEAVY session. and it's good and it's hot and it's sexy but also really rough and wild and for SURE needing aftercare at the end.
and then the softness and tenderness of laying together in their bed while ilya feeds shane little bites of mango with kisses in between. a very sweet wind-down of ilya getting to be gentle after taking extensive care in preparing The Sex Mango in exactly the right way and shane getting to just relax and be a little spoiled with a special treat that takes effort to make it safe for him. them both existing in this warm little bubble of absolute trust with each other.
