Summary:

“I want to eat you,” Ilya tells him.

Shane laughs, loud and bright and carefree, and Ilya feels it blooming inside of his chest like a sunflower. It only makes the desire to consume him grow even stronger. Not in a crazy way (probably), but because he feels like he can never get enough of this man. His Shane. His husband. No amount of time, no amount of closeness, ever feels like it could be enough.

He wants them both to be eternal, wants to live with their ribcages locked together and their hearts thumping against each other.