screaming, crying, biting; hollanov

And the thing is, Shane is such a super sub masochist who derives pleasure from degradation and thrives under systems of punishment and control, it is genuinely hard to think of a sex act that he would deem genuinely unpleasant in a BDSM dynamic. Which is why I have come to the conclusion that the only REAL punishment that Shane genuinely hates having to endure is Ilya ignoring him. He'd sooner get waterboarded. At least then Ilya's hands and attention would be on him.

by the time shane is 45 he has one big thick streak of grey right at his temple that te HATES and constantly considers dyeing but obviously it makes ilya crazy

Every morning I wake up and my phone shows me my Shane what a wonderful world.mp3 indeed

Ilya's so lucky Shane never hooked up with another man before him, someone who could've told him he didn't need to say "please" in bed, or made him feel embarrassed about folding his clothes, or showed him what casual sex actually looks like (thus cutting Ilya's time of feasibly insisting that what's going on between them is casual down by like 80%). Like, Ilya dickmatized that boy at 19, before anyone else could get to him, and he can thank his lucky stars.

at one point ilya is like ugh i hate that i still have an accent its so stupid ive lived here longer than i did in russia now and shanes like ??? thats like at least 43% of your hotness???! and it leads to cute banter but from then on out shane has this constant fear in the back of his head that he wakes up one day to ilya sounding like HEY HELLO HOW ARE YOU *over the top american accent* and its- hed still love him but...

A pretty good day with Shane Hollander on the Ottawa Centaurs: he's slapping your back and telling you you'll get 'em next time (the form is there, you just gotta get the reps in), he's complimenting your stick taping technique, he's giving you specific feedback on what you did well so you can replicate it, he's punching the air when you score a goal, he's saying "Fuck that was pretty, fuck yes, that's hockey, boys," he's having one to two (1-2) Molsons in the bottle out at Monks later, he's walking around with his arm around Rozanov's waist and gesturing wildly while he gushes about the power play, he's slapping the table and saying "this is what I'm SAYING" when you make a good point about Philadelphia's defense, and most importantly he's on cloud nine, practically snarling and shaking Rozanov's shoulder and saying crazy shit like— "We're going to the playoffs baby, we're going all the way. Don't give me that superstitious crap, this team can get it!"