#is me

Ilya would definitely push the thought out at the most ludicrous time. Some examples - in no particular order:

- In the afternoon, while they're cleaning the pantry, Shane has his tongue poking out of his mouth. He's printing labels and expiration dates within an inch of his life. "Should we retire? Uhm?" Shane would almost fall off the three-steps ladder and say "what the fuck, Rozanov?"

- And later, as they're walking Anya around the neighborhood, Shane's picking up her bio product, "So, I was thinking," Ilya would say, "maybe this can be our last season?" Shane would end up squashing Anya's produce, "What the fuck is your problem, Ilya?"

- The same evening, Ilya's at the sink doing the dishes, Shane is drying them up. "So, about retiring then... yes? Maybe? No?" Shane would drop the plate, exhaling loudly, "Fuck, Ilya, that one was from the plates service Rose gave us for our wedding!" Ilya would feign ignorance, Shane would know that Ilya definitely knows what service that plate came from.

- Later that night, Shane would be riding him slow-so-slow, (he'd managed to convince Ilya to let him mix his good vodka with ginger ale with a perfectly executed kitchen bj). Ilya would be one twitch away from losing the last shred of dignity he has left.

Then, suddenly, Shane would be at his neck, sucking hard at the soft skin,"This is for almost making me fall from the ladder". A nice reddish-purple blotch blooming. Without stopping the slow grind of his hips, he'd switch to the other side of Ilya's neck, "This is for Anya's waste and making me scrub my hands raw". Twins blotches now, because ✨consistency✨.

And Ilya would be unbecoming because what do you mean he's about to cum while his husband is talking about ladders and dog shit?

Shane would look him in the eyes as he traps his bottom lip with his teeth and bites down, "And this... is for Rose's plate"

Ilya Rozanov would spend the rest of his days denying that he'd come as his husband bit his lip and talked about a broken plate.

Later, as they would slowly drift off to sleep, Shane would mumble softly into Ilya's neck, "Mmh, yeah, I think it's time to retire. If I wanna keep riding you like that I cannot also keep playing good hockey. My knees are screaming...and also, you know.. we should.." but the soft snores would've already taken over.

Two years later, both their jerseys would be in the rafters, retired - it's the first time they've come back to the Arena after their last game.

Ilya would be pushing a stroller as Shane shoulders a diaper bag.

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