Summary:

He seemed to have that mindset for a lot of things. And it was becoming increasingly problematic for Ilya, though he’d never admit it. He would prance around the lawn behind a push mower, foam earplugs jammed in his ear canal, and look perfectly content as the grass bag filled up. He would come into the house and wrap Ilya in his arms and his clothes would smell like fresh grass clippings and it would be so sweet that Ilya would have to kiss him and suck his dick right wherever Shane found him. Or, Five times Ilya has a domestic kink, and one time he... has a domestic kink, but in the opposite direction.