Summary:

“I could, though,” Shane said, not willing to give up just yet. “Seduce you. If we were meeting for the first time right now. As adults, I mean.” “You want to try?” Ilya asked. “If you think you can handle it,” Shane said. His blush was only getting darker, but the set of his shoulders was determined. Ilya smiled at him, helplessly charmed. Shane was such a competitive little shit, and he loved him so much. “What did you have in mind?”