older than I used to be

So he's prepared for what he thinks is going to happen because he's been falling into bed with Ilya Rozanov for the majority of his adult life and he thinks he knows what all of that means. Ilya has a sexual appetite that Shane prides himself on satisfying. They make the best of their limited clandestine time together to the tune of multiple rounds of sex most times they find themselves within 100 miles of each other. Boston and Montreal, yes, but also a handful of times in Vegas. Vermont, half a dozen times over half a dozen years. All Star weekends in Florida and California and fucking New Jersey. Brooklyn, once, because the stars aligned. Shane is very used to shoving two furtive fucks into the space of a handful of midnight hours.

So yes, the time that stretches before them is utterly gluttonous in comparison, and Shane knows that even two professional athletes in peak physical condition won't be able to set the kind of brutal pace they normally allow themselves for two entire weeks, but still. The sex will be hot--fucking unbelievably hot, and it will be nasty and it will be rough and it will be almost fucking constant.

And it is. They barely keep their hands off each other for the first day. Sitting down to play Chel with fucking clothes on is conceived as an attempt to be at least a little normal, as is kicking the soccer ball around. Shane is just a little turned on, constantly, and he would think there was something actually medically wrong with him if he didn't occasionally see Ilya tucking his erection more snugly into the waistband of his shorts. It feels insane. It feels like they are the only two people in the world and they're slowly burning each other up like the filament in a faulty lightbulb.

Then, it settles a little, and the first thing Shane notices about it is the sound of it.

Ilya's got him on his elbows and knees, just how he likes, and he's still open from the morning, and Ilya is tapping his dick on the small of Shane's back and saying Knock Knock and Shane is burying his face in the bedsheet and hiding his grin and telling Ilya that he's a fucking idiot.

"This is how you ask me for it?" Ilya replies. "Is this how my good boy asks to be fucked? No, I don't think so. Use your pretty words."

So Shane says, "Fuck," and then, "I want it. I want it so fucking bad. Please give it to me."

And Ilya taps his cockhead against Shane's hole and says, "This what you need, sweetheart?"

"Yes yes fuck please I need it I need it so fucking bad." Which is probably objectively false, because Shane has had it, repeatedly and good and whenever he fucking wants it, multiple times a day for the last 72 hours. Need probably flew out the window the second or third time Shane had the very routine thought of "I want to be sucking Ilya Rozanov's dick right now" and then realized that nothing was stopping him from doing so. Need has settled into a slow-burning, constant and pervasive want that is making it difficult to focus on his actual needs, like calories and REM cycles.

"Gonna give it to you," Ilya says. "Ask me again, one more time, ask nicely--"

"Please fuck me oh my God please fuck me--"

And Ilya is a hedonist. Shane knows this. He likes sugary foods and fast cars and beautiful people and filthy sex. He likes to have exactly what he wants when he wants it and he likes it to be given to him exactly how he asks. Shane has always, on a level that is crawling further and further to the surface of his being with every day spent alone with this man, been utterly smug that Ilya has never had to ask him twice for what he wants, once they're in bed together. Mostly because Ilya never asks and Shane always gives; has made a study of understanding that when Ilya quirks an eyebrow in a certain way he means Take Off Your Shirt. When Ilya taps his thigh in that certain spot it means Spread Your Legs. When Ilya puts a thumb against Shane's throat and just barely digs his nail into the tender swell of Shane's voice box it means Moan Pretty For Me Baby.

So Shane knows that Ilya takes his pleasure freely, and doesn't hold much back in the taking. This makes it all the stranger and lovelier when Ilya pops the head of his cock into Shane and releases the kind of raw, punched out sound that Shane has only heard from him on the ice. After a hard hit, when he has physically lost control of his ability to moderate his own sounds, the height of release, the height of wantonness, reeling with a punch. A stark, perfect moment of pure reaction.

"Oh, fuck," Ilya moans, in the silence created by Shane going utterly silent and almost completely still, lest he miss a single solitary detail of what's happening. "Uhn. Fuck, Shane."

"Yeah," Shane says, experimentally. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, baby, you feel so good."

"Fuck," Ilya snarls again, and it's like--it's like a fucking dam breaks, something that was built in Ilya's chest before Shane ever knew him, because it just does not stop. The sounds flowing out of him seem to do so without much or any express permission from his brain. He is gone, moaning almost inconsolably as he presses his entire body against the length of Shane's.

"Shane," he says, eventually, and doesn't stop. "Shane, Shane, fuck, SHANE--"

And Shane stops even understanding it as his own fucking name. Suddenly it's blasphemy, it's sacrament, it's a foreign fucking word that means something deliciously vulgar and it's a secret Ilya is keeping from him. It means I love you, and You are a perfect slut, and it means I will fucking ruin you.

And when he comes--God, when he comes. He tells Shane he's gonna give it to him and then he fucking does and every window in the room seems to shake with the power of his voice. Shane somehow feels every vibration of Ilya's vocal cords in his own toes. He barely understands that he's reaching his own calamitous orgasm before it's right there, sudden and stunning like a puck to the gut, and Ilya's voice is still in his ear, low and intense, stroking over his stomach and telling him, "So good, Shane. Let it go."

(original tweet)

A starling murmuration , Rotterdam

"If you look carefully you can see a falcon or hawk winding them up on the top right of the formation"

I gotchu baby here u go

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“Remember That Time…?”

or A Hollanov Ficlet Ilya Would Like to Forget

rating: (mild) e | wc: ~1200 | tags: momentary anal, premature ejaculation, boys missing each other, Shane teasing by initiating dirty talk??? more likely than u think

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Back then, Ilya had thought that their seven-year-long situationship was the most agonizing romantic trial he would be asked to endure by a higher power.

Then, it was the years driving between Montreal and Ottawa, constantly missing his boyfriend and aching in his chest when he wasn’t holding him.

But those two periods…those two periods had nothing on this.

It's a free, no sign-up, no ads fitness resource created by professionals who view this as activism (fitness should be accessible to everyone), and it's very thoughtful and thorough.

Features I really like:

- all instructions for workout routines are diagrammed on single pages with a clean, easy to read layout

- there's 30 or 60 day programs you can follow if you, like me, don't know what to do. they take you through a rotation of workouts so you're working different muscle groups on different day for a specific purpose

- there's so much variety and there's a filter so you can find the level and your goals and type of workout you wanna do

- you don't need any equipment

- some of the programs are RPGs or adventure stories! How's that for motivation. There's also badges and achievements or something but I haven't looked that closely at how that works yet

- they're nerds. they name workouts after D&D classes. There's a Lannistrr workout, a batcave workout, a witcher workout

- I've only scratched the surface

I'm doing this really easy one to start out

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQSMS0J6JbrKdSOSbyJXaQ_zN_HSSp7zZ

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Its definitely better than what we started with! Her nips, knees/elbows, and under her chin have not really grown back any fur, but her back and tail are almost completely healed! Her face also still has some scarring as well. Im not sure that it will ever completely grow back to normal tbh

But what has come back is very soft and healthy! And shes not itchy amymore either, which was our main concern. We were super worried that she would have a ton of complicated skin issues and allergies, but all we had to do was get her on consistent flea medication (after a short course of antibiotics) and shes feeling great. Must have mostly been flea allergy dermatitis.

She also gets medicated baths and a nice medicated skin cream massage, so the skin that is still left is feeling much softer. Its still very pink though, and she's got a lot of weird skin tags lol but thats to be expected with her age. None are looking like they are anything concerning at this point.

Over all, still a little crusty and saggy looking!! But shes comfortable and happy :) so we don't mind

Shes also on carprofen for her arthritis, and holy crap its turned her into a younger dog!! Bounding and running through the house and yard! Its very very cute.

When she went to the vet for her check-up, the Dr wrote "pendulous teats" in her medical record 💀💀

"My supermodel. See how fucking beautiful you look here. You are hockey and sex. Everyone in this city sees this billboard and wants to fuck you. But only I can. Only I get to fuck the sexy billboard man."

He keeps Shane this way for ages, not touching him, bringing him right to the edge, only to stop and talk about another part of Shane's photo he likes like he's talking about a work of art in a gallery. Then he goes right back to fucking him.

When he finally wraps a hand around Shane's cock and tells him that it's okay to let go, that he's done so well and that Ilya wants to see him come for him now, Shane comes so hard he almost blacks out.

It is peak situationship era, Ilya is in some away game and not against Montreal, Boston has booked him the room and he's sharing it with Marlow or something

And Ilya normally would like it, think it's funny, send Hollander a picture of the window with some chirp, get a bit worked up about it when he's alone... But he's not alone, and Cliff thinks this is HILARIOUS

So Cliff takes pictures of this window and this huge billboard, and you can see a bit of the room, the bed, they're actually nice pictures

And he starts to talk about it at the group chat "hey, any of you lucky fellas also have a room facing North? 😏" and no, no one does so what is Cliff on about?

So Cliff sends the picture to the groupchat and it explodes, all sort of comments, they're acting like pigs, shooting the shit, the saner and less dirty ones being things like "didn't know it was that type of hotel" "I think that room must have cost extra" "I bet the sheets get changed much more often in that side of the hotel", and, because they're not in Montreal "do you think Hollander's fans know?"

And Ilya is already trying to keep it together after watching his straight teammates all slobber over a giant half naked Shane Hollander, sure it's all jokes, but some of them really went into detail, some locked in and pointed out specific drops of moisture amplifyed by %10.000. Some of them are making plans to go to Cliff and Ilya's room later to see it in person, for what?? But he keeps it togheter, scowls and just ignores it, even if the team is trying to bring him into their jokes "Something tells me Roz won't be able to sleep"

But Ilya is keeping it together, that is until Cliff says "Oh, Hollander fans MUST know"

And Cliff tweets the picture of the hotel room and it's window, in all his glory, taken with his very expensive phone with amazing camera, and captions it "For all of you sick fucks out there, if you're going to Buffalo, you might want to stay at the North facing side of the Wyatt hotel... It's got a view"