Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Anniversary, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Butt Plugs, Vibrators, Gratuitous Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Written before Heated Rivalry (TV), Exhibitionist Shane Hollander, Slut Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander Is a Menace

Language:

English

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Published: 2025-07-10 Words: 1,774 Chapters: 1/1

anniversary vibes

Summary

Shane was starting to sweat a little with nerves, second-guessing his plan, not feeling nearly as brave as he did when he made the decision to do this at dinner.

“What is it?” Ilya asked as he opened the box. He held up a small plastic remote control with two buttons, turning it in his hand, trying to find an indication of what it was for.

Extremely gratuitous anniversary dinner smut.

Notes

alternate/original title: Hollanov anniversary butt plug fic

I wanted to challenge myself to see what I could come up with last minute for Shane and Ilya's wedding anniversary, which Rachel Reid has told us is July 10. This is what I came up with, somehow! These adorable sex freaks never leave my mind.

Shane fidgeted in his seat, waiting for the server to finish listing off the specials, which he was doing so slowly, Shane almost told him to just fuck off and they’d order off the regular menu.

Ilya clearly read Shane’s mind, because cleared his throat and interjected, “I think now we would like to order wine, and we can talk about food after that.”

The server seemed thrown off, but snapped back into customer-service mode, “Of course Mr. Rozanov, which bottle can I bring you?”

They ordered their fancy wine, the variety and label of which neither of them cared to really look at, and once their glasses were filled, they had a few minutes of peace.

It was their fourth wedding anniversary, and they were at a trendy and expensive new restaurant, tucked into the dark corner they had requested specifically for the occasion. They didn’t mind saying hello to fans and taking pictures most of the time they were out in Ottawa. But tonight, they wanted to focus only on each other, without interruption. 

Ilya held up his glass in a toast, beaming so brightly at Shane he could have used sunglasses. “Happy anniversary, moy lyubov.”

“Happy anniversary.”

It was pretty disgusting how smitten they still were with each other after all this time. Shane still felt the same butterflies in his stomach now that he felt that first summer they spent at the cottage. Although, that might be because of the surprise gift he was about to give his husband.

“I want to give you my gift now, if that’s okay.” He rustled in his pocket for a small box.

“Oh, I did not know we were exchanging gifts.” Ilya said with surprise.

“What? Really? I thought…” Shane looked embarrassed and disappointed. Sometimes it was too easy for Ilya to fluster him.

“I am joking, of course I have a gift for you.” Ilya smirked, nudging Shane’s foot under the table with his foot. “But it is at home.”

“Well here,” Shane handed him the box across the table. “I want you to open it now.”

Shane was starting to sweat a little with nerves, second-guessing his plan, not feeling nearly as brave as he did when he made the decision to do this at dinner.

“What is it?” Ilya asked as he opened the box. He held up a small plastic remote control with two buttons, turning it in his hand, trying to find an indication of what it was for.

Shane was already blushing deeply red, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was in earshot, and quirking his lips up in a sneaky smile.

“It’s um… I have the other piece.” Shane leaned forward and whispered, even though they really were tucked away in a corner, and the server was nowhere in sight.  “Um… I’m, uh, wearing it?” He said it like it was a question, hoping Ilya would understand without him having to spell it out.

“You… oh.” Understanding dawned on Ilya, and his expression went from curious to ravenous in a split second. “Shane Hollander. You will always surprise me. Are you telling me that you have a vibrating plug in your ass right now at this table? And I am to control it?”

Shane took a large gulp of his wine, causing him to cough a little. He definitely overestimated his bravery, as he now felt like he wanted to disappear into a hole in the floor and never return. But, he was in it now, so. 

He nodded at Ilya, with the slightest nervous smile, “Yes, that is what I’m telling you.”

“And you want to do this,” He gestured with the remote, “Now?”

Shane’s throat was too dry to reply, so he simply nodded again. 

“Oh my little shlyukha, this is a gift for me, but it is also a gift for you.” His tone was teasing and rich with anticipation. In the hand that wasn’t holding the remote control, Ilya’s fingers were drumming on the table, never breaking eye contact with Shane. He licked his lips, then pressed the “on” button on the remote.

Shane jolted with the sudden intense vibration running through him, his eyes went wide and he squeaked out a tiny, “ah!” before he could regain his composure. He licked his lips and slowly took another long sip of wine. 

Ilya was biting his bottom lip, almost in a snarl, and he was breathing very long, deep, steady breaths. He was clearly working almost as hard as Shane to contain himself. 

Shane was overwhelmed with satisfaction and relief. He knew, he knew , Ilya was going to enjoy this gift, but he had definitely started to doubt himself after arriving at the restaurant.

“How do you feel, lyubov? Good?” Ilya quirked his eyebrow.

“Mmm. Yeah. Great. Yep. Very good.” Shane nodded and bit his bottom lip.

“Can you take more?” Ilya huffed out the words, like the answer might cause him to combust.

“Yes. More,” was all Shane could manage. Ilya clicked the button again, and this time Shane’s head fell back ever so slightly and he fucking whimpered — “oh god” — and clenched his fists in his lap. 

“Very good, Shane.” Ilya whispered.

And, of course, at that exact moment, their server popped back up out of nowhere with a cheerful, “How is that wine treating you, Mr. Rozanov, Mr. Hollander?”

Ilya plastered on a friendly, pleasant smile, “Very good, yes, thank you.” 

All Shane could do was nod, otherwise he might just moan in this fancy restaurant. 

“Wonderful! Are we ready to place an order for some food?” 

“Yes, and I think we will be taking our food to go.” Ilya grinned directly at Shane when he said it.

“Oh, is something wrong, sir?” The server seemed confused and slightly scared, like it was his fault and they might complain. 

“No, no, we have an unexpected,” Ilya paused, letting Shane continue to suffer, “...ahem… issue we need to address at home.” 

The server, for some godforsaken reason, turned to Shane to confirm this. 

“Mmhmm,” was all Shane manage, along with another slight nod.

“Okay, then, what can I get for you?”

Ilya ordered them both steaks, his with garlic butter and Shane’s without, and the server left them again.

“How are you doing over there, daaarling ?” Ilya purred, so smug, Shane wanted to smack him. Or kick him. But he also wanted to jump into his lap and ride him. He was feeling a lot of things right now. 

“So good.” Shane choked out.

“You were a very good boy in front of the waiter. I think that deserves a reward.” He clicked the remote again and Shane had to bite his hand to keep from shouting at the intensity of the vibrations coursing through him and hitting every sensitive nerve.

After a moment, when he regained a miniscule amount of composure, he said, “Fuck, Ilya, I don’t know if I can actually do this much longer.”

“Are you going to come in your pants in this restaurant? Shane, that would not be very appropriate, I thought better of you.” Ilya was fucking laughing at him. And Shane really had no one to blame but himself.

“I… am… going… to… kill… you,” he breathed out.

“This was your idea.” Ilya scoffed.

Another whimper was all Shane could manage.

“I will turn it down, hold on.” Ilya clicked the remote again, chuckling to himself, and it switched back to the lowest vibration level.

“Fuuuuck, okay, I think I can handle that for a minute.” Shane breathed out a sigh of relief. 

“I think,” Ilya licked his lips and took another big sip of wine. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Shane’s eyebrows shot up. Ilya quirked his brow back at Shane, communicating silently.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do too.”

Ilya nodded, got up, and held up one finger before walking away. Shane understood, waited one minute, and then walked over to the bathrooms, where Ilya had left the door to the single stall slightly ajar. As soon as Shane sneaked in and locked the door, he grabbed Ilya by his shirt, pushed him against the wall, and slammed their mouths together in a hot and messy kiss.

“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya panted between sloppy kisses. “This is the best gift. Thank you. I love you, fuck.” He clicked the remote again and Shane allowed himself a small moan.

“Ahhhh, I love you too. So fucking much. I need. Fuck! I need to come.”

Ilya didn’t hesitate. He sank down to his knees, and practically ripped Shane’s trousers open, yanking down just enough to pull out his rigid cock, which had already left a wet spot on his boxer briefs. Ilya swallowed him down and started sucking frantically — no gentle strokes or licks, no teasing, he took Shane all the way to the back of his throat and moaned around the length filling his mouth.

Shane’s knees buckled, and he had to grab Ilya’s hair to keep from collapsing. He came almost immediately, covering his mouth with his own hand to muffle the absolutely obscene sound he was making. 

Ilya swallowed everything down while clicking the plug all the way off. Trust his hockey reflexes to be able to multitask like that. He slowly pulled off of Shane, now taking the time to leave gentle kisses on the tip of his cock, his hips, and his lower belly. Shane caressed Ilya’s hair, not caring what a mess he was making of his curls, and breathed hard until his brain recovered from the extreme pleasure that his body just unleashed, still clenching around the plug that he wouldn’t be able to remove until they got home.

Ilya grinned up at him, with soft, sweet, warmth in his eyes. 

“Thank you, moy lyubov,” he said, tucking Shane back into his pants and buckling his belt. He stood up and took Shane’s face in both hands. “This was a wonderful gift. You were so good for me.”

Shane just smiled dopily and kissed his husband. “Happy anniversary. I’m so happy I am married to you. I love you.”

They kissed, much more tenderly this time, then broke apart. 

“I suppose we have to go get our food now. They will be wondering where we went.” Ilya smirked.

“Yeah, let’s go. We need to get home so I can give you part two of your gift.”

And they left the bathroom together, got a weird look from the server but left him a very big tip, went home, fucked, and ate cold steak in bed with Anya. The end. Happy anniversary, Shane and Ilya!