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Ilya tuts, clearly he hadn’t unlocked the magic words, using his free hand he points downwards, again Shane needs a few seconds to process what is being requested of him before it finally clicks; hesitates, but not long enough to regain any dignity because he’s sinking to the floor just inches from the couch. Crawling towards Ilya on all fours, driven only by that desperation for another man. Thinks he’s going to get it, thinks he’s going to be rewarded - to be comforted over such a brutal loss by getting to feel that soothing weight on his tongue, couldn’t be more wrong. the text exchange earlier has unlocked something sadistic within the Russian, usually a couple of well timed whines, lots of eye contact and a few pleases is enough to get Ilya to give in. Not today however, today he’s p*ssed. or Ilya finds a new way to humiliate Shane much to Shane's enjoyment (and despair).
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- English
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- AO3:
- #77279001