Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories:

M/M, Other

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau

Additional Tags:

Tentacles, Incubus | Succubus Ilya Rozanov, Human Shane Hollander, Kinda, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Sex, Established Relationship, Tentacle Sex, Tentacle Bondage, Tentacle Dick, Drunken Shenanigans, Consent is Sexy, sober sex is safe sex, excessive use of the word penis, penis that glitters and smells fruity, pls don't ask me, remix of my 2016 fic for another fandom, Freak4Freak Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Kinktober 2026, Kinktober, Porn with Feelings, First Time, Dirty Talk, Come Eating, they're soft and horny, Unbeta-ed, tags are more intimidating than the story is, trust the process, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Ilya Rozanov, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Shane Hollander

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-10-08 Words: 4,254 Chapters: 1/1

All that glitters

Summary

Shane didn’t know but Ilya liked to observe the iridescent stains it left on his skin in the mirror of the bathroom, his fingertips caressing his skin gently, slowly.

He liked the view of his body splattered in glitters, knowing it was Shane’s come—his claim.

Shane tries to get his boyfriend drunk to know his species and gets more than what he bargained for.

And Ilya realises that his boyfriend’s come is 1) glittery 2) an aphrodisiac 3) smells and tastes like fruity juice.

Or, alternatively : none of them is human, but they sure can get drunk.

Notes

I have no explanation for what this fic is, but I'm sure this freaky fandom will appreciate it.

It used to be two short fics I wrote back in 2016 for another fandom, which were up on my AO3 before I deleted them.

There might be philosophical questions and metaphors if you squint, because I'm too autistic to write total nonsense.

They were drunk enough tonight for Shane to ask the question he had yearned to ask for months.

Shane was high on vodka and tequila, Ilya on some other non-earth-produced alcoholic beverage.

“So, what’s your species?” he mumbled, trying to look Ilya in the eyes, hoping his boyfriend wouldn’t lie—again. His eyes crossed though and Ilya snorted.

“Is that why you tried to get me drunk?” he snickered. “But, Shane, I can’t get drunk.”

Ilya looked amused, fond even, but it might just be Shane’s infatuation talking. Or the alcohol. Or both.

“So?” he repeated, ignoring the jab. “What are you?”

Ilya ducked his head, looking up at him shyly from under his long eyelashes. Shane thought he was too pretty to be human.

“Why do you want to know?” he inquired.

“Because my mom doesn’t want me to date some species.” He rolled his eyes, “you know, humans. Duh.”

Biting his lips, Ilya grinned. “I think she would make an exception for me, your mom loves me.”

“True,” he sighed. “Can you still tell me?” he pouted.

Ilya had finally accepted to date him, after months of pining and trying to woo him, how come he still didn’t want to tell him? What was he hiding?

Perhaps his species didn’t date. Or worse, couldn’t fall in love.

Shane widened his eyes at the thought, nervously waiting for Ilya to reply.

Ilya worried on his lips, seemingly pondering about it. “I’m scared to tell you.”

Shane frowned, ready to protest, but Ilya cut him off.

“You’re drunk. I can’t tell you now.”

Truthfully, Shane was annoyed, but he had to agree with his boyfriend. He was pretty much shitfaced and he didn’t want to risk forgetting what Ilya told him, even more so when it was such a crucial piece of information.

Disappointed, he nodded and reluctantly let Ilya carry him back home, leaning heavily on him and taking in his sweet scent in lieu of consolation.

He noticed Ilya’s good night kiss lingered more than usual, which made his heart flutter in happiness as he melted into his embrace, nipping on his lower lip.

Ilya gasped, pulling away abruptly.

“Good night,” he whispered, flushing.

Lovestruck, Shane could only follow him with his eyes as Ilya left with a cute wave.

 

🐙

 

Ilya’s eyes kept shifting, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans as Shane stared at him expectantly.

That was it. Ilya would tell him. Now.

Excited, Shane was sitting cross legged on his boyfriend’s bed, patiently waiting for him to talk.

“So...” Ilya trailed off, his voice cracking. “This is it.”

Frowning, Shane sent him a confused look. “What.”

“First, you have to know that I won’t get mad if you don’t want to date me anymore, if you run away or if you’re scared of me after knowing...who...well, what I am,” he said seriously. “It will hurt, but I will understand.”

“Ilya, I won’t run away and I’m not going to break up with you,” Shane assured, itching to reach out and hug his boyfriend, who whined a pitiful “You say that now...”.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” Shane coaxed him, smiling at him gently. “Have more faith in me, please.”

Taking a big gulp of air and closing his eyes firmly, Ilya blurted out a “I’m an incubus!” really loud and really fast.

Shane blinked. Once, twice. “Oh.”

He quickly stood up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, holding him tightly against his chest.

“Why were you so afraid to tell me? I told you already, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get it!” Ilya spluttered, leaning on Shane’s chest and burrowing his face in his t-shirt. “You don’t know what you’re saying...”

“What does you being an Incubus change for us?” Shane asked, genuinely confused.

Ilya groaned.

“Everything!” He let out a long suffering sigh. “You haven’t seen me, all of me, yet.”

Shane rubbed a comforting hand on his back. “Then, show me.”

Pulling away, Ilya’s whole face became red. “Shane!”

“Show me and you'll see it doesn’t change anything between us.” Shane challenged him, arching one eyebrow.

Licking his lips, Ilya looked hesitant, panicky even, before the fight left his body.

“Okay,” he said softly.

Shane watched, curious, as Ilya started unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers. His boyfriend stared at the floor as he stripped out of his top. His hand trembled as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans and shimmied out of them.

Not moving an inch, Shane let his eyes shamelessly roamed his half-naked body. Ilya’s skin looked so soft. He looked up to catch Ilya’s gaze, the latter gulping audibly at Shane’s wordless request to go on.

Slowly and carefully, he pushed his boxers down, revealing something Shane had never seen before. His face must have shown his surprise because Ilya fidgeted.

“Do you want to run now?” he whispered pitifully.

“They’re cute,” he blurted out. “What’s there to be afraid of? Your little penises are cute.”

Ilya sent him an incredulous look.

“Cute?” he choked out. “It’s not cute, and they aren’t penises, they're tentacles.” He blushed then. “And they’re anything but little.”

“What do you mean?”

Ilya sighed and the tentacles started moving on their own.

“Oh, how do you do that?” Shane asked in awe.

“I control them,” Ilya smiled at the innocent question.

The tentacles then started to expand ; there were five of them, four were thinner with a pointy tip and the middle one seemed thicker with a rounded head.

Shane watched, entranced as they grew bigger and bigger. One poked his chest and Shane giggled.

“Why would I be scared of them? If you control them, they’re totally inoffensive,” he reasoned, lifting a hand to touch one. The texture was spongy, wet, but the touch wasn’t uncomfortable.

“The thing is, I can’t always control them,” Ilya admitted. “When I’m turned on, they become uncontrollable, they have a mind of their own. I can’t stop them from doing whatever they want.”

“Could they hurt me?” Shane inquired thoughtfully.

“I don’t know.” Ilya’s eyes were big and round. “I really don’t know, that’s what I’m worried about. I mean, my parents told me they wouldn’t harm anyone but I can’t know for sure...I’ve never tried with a human.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Shane replied reassuringly, walking closer to peck his cheek.

Ilya’s tentacles wrapped themselves around Shane’s whole body, encasing him. The bigger one was poking his crotch and it felt intimate but Shane didn’t mind, he had wanted to see after all.

His lips met Ilya’s in a sweet kiss and he moved his mouth on his, coaxing it open to deepen the exchange.

Shane’s arms circled Ilya’s neck to bring him closer, getting their bodies flushed together, as he delved his tongue in Ilya’s hot and wet mouth.

Ilya whimpered and stopped the kiss, “Shane, slow down. We shouldn’t—”

Shane cut him off with a chaste kiss, “Shhh, don’t worry.”

Ilya started to relax as Shane kept kissing him languidly, before breaking the kiss to mouth at his neck.

Ilya moaned as pleasure invaded his whole being and Shane felt the tentacles pulse around him.

He didn’t stop his ministrations, sliding his fingers on Ilya’s chest, flicking his nipples teasingly.

“I think they like it, when I pleasure you.”

Ilya hummed. “Please be careful...”

Shane ignored him in favor of leaving love bites along his neck, rubbing his nipples and slotting a leg in between Ilya’s, who gasped, his hands resting on Shane’s hips.

The tentacles started to get agitated, tightening around Shane’s upper body.

Shane then felt a tentacle sneak under his t-shirt and he giggled at the sensation. Another tentacle joined the first and they rid him off his shirt in no time.

Shane shivered as they slid on his skin, leaving wet marks in their wake, before curling around his arms.

“Great team work,” he commented, amused.

Ilya was looking at him with hooded eyes, his tongue stuck to the corner of his mouth as he watched his tentacles hold Shane.

Shane gasped softly as they lifted him up, only his toes touching the floor.

“Woah, they’re muscled.”

Giggling, he didn’t even react as the two remaining tentacles went up his legs, curling around his thighs, and sliding inside his pants.

“Naughty too, uh,” he grinned down at Ilya, his boyfriend looking worriedly as the tentacles winded up around Shane’s body. “I’m fine, they aren’t hurting me, relax.”

Torn between worrying about his boyfriend and enjoying the moment, Ilya’s eyes kept flickering between Shane’s face and his tentacles.

When the tip of the tentacles started poking Shane’s nipples, the latter letting out a drawn out moan as his face contorted in bliss, Ilya finally relaxed.

He watched as Shane’s jeans disappeared along with his boxers, leaving him naked and half hard.

Ilya bit his lips and felt the last tentacle, the thicker one, throb. He concentrated and tried to move the tentacles, furrowing his eyebrows.

They obeyed, which startled him, moving Shane closer to him. His boyfriend wasn’t touching the floor anymore, the four tentacles holding him in a nearly sitting position in the air.

Ilya lifted his head to kiss him, his hands cupping his cheeks to angle his face right. “Are you comfortable?” he whispered.

“Yes, peachy.” Shane chuckled. “I just wished I could touch you but...these guys have other ideas, right?”

Ilya licked his lips. “Well...I guess so. Are you sure...it’s...alright? I don’t think I can stop them if we continue.”

“You controlled them just now though,” Shane said softly.

“I don’t know how much I can control them, everything is so new to me,” Ilya mumbled, looking distressed. “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure you won’t, they seem to like me,” Shane joked, enjoying the feeling of the wet tentacles roaming his body.

Ilya shook his head with a grin. His boyfriend was really something else.

The tentacles around Shane’s thighs shifted, moving to his butt, letting Ilya’s hands rest on his boyfriend’s inner thighs. He greedily palmed the flesh and groaned at the softness of Shane’s skin.

“I thought you wouldn’t touch me, with these guys around,” he breathed out, his cock twitching in interest. “Feels good, your hands on me.”

Ilya nipped his jaw before capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, wrapping one of his hands around Shane’s hard on.

His boyfriend tensed, whining against his mouth as Ilya tugged at it, jerking him off at a ridiculously slow pace.

“I want you,” Ilya said. “Can I have you?”

Shane moaned. “Shouldn’t you say we?”

Ilya smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his neck. “I guess.”

“Yes, please,” he moaned.

Ilya moved towards the bed, his tentacles lying Shane gently on the mattress before he hopped onto the bed too, setting in between his spread legs.

One of the tentacles on Shane’s upper body slid to his cock to tease the slit, Ilya’s hand still stroking him to full hardness.

Shane grunted at the overstimulation, not even noticing the tentacles around his legs opening him up further.

When the bigger one poked his hole, Shane shivered and he blushed when he looked down, seeing the embarrassing position he was in.

The tentacle prodded at his rim, the tip making circles around it and Shane bit his lips in anticipation.

The tentacle’s tip wasn’t as small as the other tentacles’—it had a red bulging head, very much like a human dick, but way bigger.

Shane knew Ilya wouldn’t hurt him, but he hoped it would fit. He was human after all.

Shane didn’t voice out his worries though, knowing Ilya would freak out if he did. He relaxed his body, and took deep breaths when the tentacle breached his hole, slowly sliding in.

The stretch wasn’t so bad, the tentacle was wet and soft as it dragged along Shane’s inner walls.

His mouth opening in a silent cry, Shane’s cock pulsed as the tentacle pressed in deeper and deeper. He felt already full, but the tentacle kept pushing inside of him.

“I-I don’t think I can handle more-” he gasped out, his heartbeat picking up.

Ilya looked up in concern, his hand freezing on Shane's cock.

“I-I can’t stop it.” His tone wavered in panic and he leaned down to pepper kisses onto Shane’s face and chest. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re not hurt?!”

“It doesn’t h-hurt,” he replied, arching his back. “I’m just so full already.”

Shane opened his eyes wide as the tentacle started moving inside of him, rubbing against his walls, and more importantly, skillfully pressing against his prostate.

“Oh my god! Yes!”

“W-What?” Ilya asked quickly.

“It’s sooo good, ah,” Shane’s whole body shuddered in pleasure, his cock twitching in Ilya’s palm.

Relieved, Ilya kissed him sensually, picking up his action with his hand, jerking Shane off in rhythm with the tentacle’s thrust.

“Do y-you feel good too?” he gasped.

Ilya looked sheepish. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Shane stuttered, the tentacle hammering into him at a furious pace making it difficult for him to talk.

“Well, it does feel good, but I’m too nervous and worried about you to enjoy it properly...” he trailed off.

“Ilya, I’m fine,” Shane said between pants, a little exasperated. “I want you to enjoy it too.”

Ilya concentrated on how it felt to be inside his boyfriend, to feel his walls contracted around him, to feel his tentacle’s head deep inside of Shane as they were connected so intimately.

It did feel exceptionally good. Shane’s body was warm and welcoming, his limbs pliant and putty in Ilya’s hands and tentacles.

Reassured to see Shane taking pleasure in the act, he let his hands wander on his boyfriend’s body, leaving his cock unattended as he discovered the rest of it.

Shane had such a nice body—nicely sculpted, firm, but also soft.

Ilya palmed his plush butt cheeks and grinned when Shane hummed contently at the touch.

“I really like your hands on me.”

“Shh, they will be jealous,” Ilya snickered.

As if on cue, one tentacle came poking Shane’s lips, trying to coax his mouth open gently.

“I think they want a kiss too.”

Shane obediently opened his mouth, staring into Ilya’s eyes as he sucked the tip of the tentacle, rolling his tongue around it and moaning loudly.

Ilya gawped, stopping his thrusts to watch the show before pushing his tentacle away and kissing his boyfriend passionately.

Miffed, the tentacle slid down Shane’s body to join the one inside of Shane, the tip trying to dive in.

Shane gasped as it sank along the first one.

This one didn’t go as far, thankfully, but it stretched Shane’s hole further apart. He hoped none of the other tentacles would join because he wasn’t sure they could all fit.

Ilya began thrusting again, and the smaller tentacle found Shane’s prostate, the tip rubbing on it mercilessly.

Shane could only moan wantonly as his whole body was abused in the most beautiful way.

Once his arms were freed from the tentacles, he wrapped them tightly around Ilya’s shoulders to slot their mouths together as his orgasm approached.

Ilya moaned into the kiss when Shane started sucking on his tongue, his hands wandering down to his butt cheeks.

He grabbed them none too gently, pushing Ilya’s body closer to feel his sweaty skin on his.

The tentacle twitched inside of him, growing even bigger, and Shane tensed, crying out Ilya’s name as he came.

Coming down from his high, he felt some warm liquid inside of him, and he looked up to face Ilya’s guilty expression.

“Sorry, if it’s uncomfortable,” he mumbled. “I’ll clean you up?” he offered, hesitant.

Still panting, Shane snorted, “Don’t worry about it, a penis is still a penis after all, and cum is still cum.”

Flushing, Ilya nodded, before pulling out gently. His tentacles retracted too, leaving Shane’s body, and regaining their original form.

Stretching out his cramped legs, Shane winced at his sore bottom and wiggled expertly, “Ow, that hurts.”

Ilya pressed a tender kiss to his jaw, mumbling an apology.

Shane nuzzled his cheek and smiled. “I’m fine, it was damn good.”

“I’m glad,” his boyfriend replied, sounding relieved.

“I feel like I enjoyed it more than you though,” Shane pouted.

Shrugging, Ilya shook his head. “I guess it’s not as intense for us than for humans.”

“Oh,” Shane said, disappointed. “I see. We’ll have to find a way to arrange that.”

Ilya sent him a questioning gaze.

“My tentacle isn’t as big as yours but I’m sure I can make it up with my determination,” he snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ilya groaned, his face going bright red in embarrassment. He rolled on the bed and settled on his side on the mattress, entangling his fingers with Shane’s as he looked at his peaceful face.

Shane broke the silence. “It must be nice though, when you want to pleasure yourself.”

Ilya only blushed, flustered, before grabbing a pillow to hit Shane’s head with it. “I shouldn’t have shown you!” he whined.

Shane giggled, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrist and tugging him on top of his body.

“You’re bad at lying.” He smiled. “I’m glad you told me. You see, I didn’t run away.”

“You didn’t,” Ilya repeated in wonder, smiling shyly.

“As if little penises could scare me away,” Shane said, pinching his boyfriend’s cheeks.

Ilya laughed, “Tentacles, ten-ta-cles.”

“The one that went up my ass was definitely a penis though,” Shane remarked, unimpressed. “Its juice is running down my ass crack.”

“Can you stop talking about genitals and...stuff?” Ilya frowned. “It’s disturbing.”

Affronted, Shane gawped. “Was it disturbing you when you put that monster up my a-”

Ilya cut him off with a kiss, chuckling against his lips.

“Okay, okay. I get it.” His eyes became softer. “I love you, Shane.”

“We love you, you mean.” Shane smiled cheekily. “I love you too, all of you.” he added more seriously, pressing a sweet kiss to Ilya’s lips. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

 

🐙

 

When Shane met Ilya’s friends for the first time, it was embarrassing.

Particularly when one of them, a human—Cliff—asked why Ilya’s skin was glowing these days and what kind of body lotion he used.

Ilya only spluttered, his face reddening as the others laughed and teased him with stupid phrases like “It’s because he’s in love” or “His species probably glow when they’re happy”.

Ilya chuckled uneasily and joked that it was because he had a healthy sex life now.

Shane smirked into his glass of alcohol, knowing how close to the truth his statement was.

Meeting Ilya’s gaze, he winked, his boyfriend ducking his head and pinking—probably picturing why he was indeed glowing these days.

Shane easily got lost in his head, biting his lips as images of their night together flashed in front of his eyes.

The flashes Shane remembered went like this—

The way Ilya had stared him down earlier as Shane came on his boyfriend's chest, his glittery come tainting his whole body and the sheets, the sweet fruity scent making Ilya’s pupils dilate as he lay boneless on the bed, breathing heavily, his spread thighs twitching.

Ilya had inhaled sharply and moaned as his senses went into overdrive, Shane’s come driving him crazy with want, making his tentacles tingle helplessly.

Shane loved spreading his glittery come all over Ilya’s body, to mark him, to make him glow, to make him sparkle, to make him his.

Ilya always let him, of course, baring his neck and offering himself, waiting for the aphrodisiac effect of his come to subdue.

Shane had pressed a kiss to his lips and shuffled closer, letting Ilya grips his thighs to guide him up until Shane was straddling his chest.

Ilya only had to lift his head up to lick at his spent cock, enjoying the sweet taste hitting his palate, his tongue not letting a drop of his fruity juice go to waste.

Shane got taken back to reality when Ilya leaned against him on the couch.

“This cocktail tastes like you,” Ilya mumbled drunkenly, his smile dopey. “Fruity.”

“Why is he talking about you tasting like fruity juice?” Cliff asked, confused.

“He’s just very drunk,” Shane replied innocently, his fingers teasing Ilya’s skin where his shirt rode up on his lower back. He pressed a kiss to his temple to hide a mischievous grin.

Before learning more about Shane’s species—because there was no way he was fully human—Ilya would have never thought that his boyfriend’s come would 1) be glittery 2) be an aphrodisiac to his species 3) smell and taste like fruity juice.

But life was full of surprise. And in this case, a great surprise, which spiced up their sex life—not that they needed it, but it was an added bonus.

Ilya pouted and shrugged as Cliff looked at him in question.

It was their secret anyway, he thought, as he remembered—

The way he felt when he was fully covered in Shane’s come, the scent omnipresent in the air, the sweet taste on his tongue.

Ilya loved basking in it in the afterglow, Shane spooning him and rubbing glittery liquid on his sweaty skin.

Ilya always spent at least one hour to wash it off, because he let it dry on his body as he admired himself in the mirror.

Shane didn’t know but Ilya liked to observe the iridescent stains it left on his skin, his fingertips caressing his skin gently, slowly.

He liked the view of his body splattered in glitters, knowing it was Shane’s come—his claim.

It was beautiful and colorful.

It was Art.

Ilya was always reluctant to shower and wash it off, feeling naked when the glitters disappeared down the drain.

It felt wrong, it felt like washing Shane off his skin and he hated that feeling.

He wanted to see, feel and smell Shane all day. He knew it sounded weird, but that was how he felt and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ilya was distracted from his thoughts by his boyfriend, Shane grinning against his cheek.

Ilya looked up to his friends, but they were busy conversing.

Shane’s warm breath hit his skin and Ilya shivered, closing his eyes.

“Are you thinking about my come on your body, babe?” Shane whispered knowingly. “About your skin glowing when you wash it off?”

He kissed the corner of his parted lips.

“Do you remember how you looked when I came inside of you too? My come making your sweet thighs glitter in the dark. Or when I came on your face? Your eyelashes and lips were glittering, you were so pretty.”

Ilya whined, feeling his tentacles twitch in his pants. He knew the bulge was obvious, the tentacles making their intentions clear.

They wanted to claim Shane too. His come didn’t glitter but he could make his boyfriend cry in ecstasy with his cocks.

He could stuff him good and watch him fall apart beneath him, knowing Shane could fit at least three of them in him now.

Besides, Ilya could control them better, which permitted him to be more...inventive and adventurous. Not that Shane minded.

Ilya must have let out a loud groan, because there was a weird silence around them.

He met Cliff’s eyes when he opened his and smiled sheepishly.

His friend looked shocked, then he blushed and quickly turned his head away to continue his conversation with their other friends.

Ilya was too drunk to feel embarrassed. Truthfully, all he cared about right now was Shane—he needed Shane’s touch, Shane’s lips on his and his hands all over him.

Ilya also needed to feel Shane's cock up his ass asap.

“Want you,” he mumbled, tilting his head so their lips brush. “Now.”

Shane exhaled shakily, his eyes darkening with lust. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.” Ilya scowled, his gaze hooded. “If I was totally drunk I would already be all over you and touching you inappropriately without a care in the world.”

“And you would continue speaking poetry about my come to your friends,” Shane snickered.

“Can we get out of here, please?” Ilya bit his lip, mustering his best puppy eyes.

Clearing his throat, Shane stood up, catching the attention of Ilya’s friends.

“Ilya is really drunk, so we’ll head home.”

Shane pulled Ilya closer and wrapped a protective arm around his body, Ilya plastering himself against his side willingly.

“Bye guys!” he singsong-ed, dropping his head against Shane’s shoulder.

Inhaling his boyfriend's scent, Ilya sighed contentedly, letting Shane lead him away.

Cliff sent him a knowing look, but he ignored it. He would explain later—maybe, probably, or not.

Ilya had thought Shane would jump him as soon as they would be inside their apartment, but Shane only kissed him thoroughly, taking his clothes off carefully before tucking him into bed.

Ilya sulked but let himself be babied by his boyfriend. “You suck.”

“You wish, babe,” Shane snorted, kissing his forehead. “Now, sleep.”

“Why don’t you want me anymore?” he whispered softly.

“I want you very much, but you are drunk,” Shane reasoned, petting his hair. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

Ilya felt his eyelashes flutter close at the tender touch.

“I’ll dream about glitters,” he replied cheekily. “Love you too,” he breathes out before falling into a deep slumber.