Nettles (Hollanov Fics)
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“Well?” Shane’s voice catches, teeth gritting as his fingers clench into unforgiving porcelain. Ilya breathes out. “I can smell you from all the way down the hall.” Shane swallows, rolling his eyes as his head drops. “Fuck off.” Ilya pushes himself off from the wall, the heels of his shoes clicking against the tile. Shane doesn’t even fight it when Ilya takes his chin between his fingers, blissfully suffocated by the alpha’s proximity. Or, a Las Vegas heat fic.
- Part 1 of Nettles (Hollanov Fics)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 9,511
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #76639791
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“You just need to practice, then?” “Um. Yeah, I guess.” Ilya’s hand has not moved from Shane’s knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin there, his touch warm even through the layer of his comforter. “We could practice together,” Ilya says casually, a small purse to his lips. As if Shane’s brain is not screeching to a violent halt, his mouth falling open around a choked noise. “That’s not—that’s not funny.” “Is not a joke,” Ilya says firmly, suddenly serious. “If you are so afraid to be bad, I can teach you. Then you can go kiss a pretty girl, and you can impress her. Whatever.” Ilya shrugs, dark blue eyes darting across Shane’s face, a searching look. Or, Shane has never been kissed before. Ilya offers to teach him how.
- Part 7 of Nettles (Hollanov Fics)
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,093
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #84005436