remnants of my future life

One time when the Cens are on a string of away games Ilya looks out the plane window and, out of nowhere asks, “what do you think clouds taste like?” Shane had been deep in strategy mode so he hmms a little before answering, “I mean they’re just water, except it’s like condensed and they would be way too cold to consume.” Ilya nods sagely before saying, “so, like slushy.”

One time, after that, they're at the cottage, sitting at the lake, watching the sunset paint the sky a brilliant crimson. Shane's head is resting on Ilya's shoulder and he's thinking of everything they've been through and how lucky he is that it all led them here. How grateful he is that he gets to share his life with Ilya. He looks up at his husband who looks similarly pensive and asks him what he's thinking, feeling tender and so deeply in love, and Ilya says "these clouds are cherry flavour."

The way Shane always melts when Ilya kisses his neck 🥵

hot dilf shane in his 40s….wears his thin silver rimmed glasses most times. times are tough for one ilya rozanov