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  1. til the bending's its own pleasure by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-01-07

    SHANE: Ilya, I'm gay. ILYA: Yeah, not so gay you can't fuck Rose Landry. SHANE: Oh my god. It was like, twice. And both times were complete disasters. I'm not sure she's looking for a repeat performance. ILYA: Oh, disasters like how? SHANE: I'm not going into details. Shane goes into the details.

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  2. green mark by

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    2025-12-29

    He goes to the bed. Hollander comes to him, presses his face to Ilya's groin without being asked. His eyes are closed. He's breathing on the hot line of Ilya's dick, like this is the only place he wants to be. Fuck. Fuck. Ilya blindly reaches for his glass. His fingers, cool and wet. He nudges at the corner of Hollander’s mouth, and Hollander tilts his face toward him, opens up. Lets Ilya rub vodka into the warm hollow of his tongue.

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  3. two hours year-round by

    At this point Shane’s dick was nearly soft again. Ilya appeared to accept this with ill-grace, withdrawing his hand with an exaggerated sigh. “It is—for mood. Can lower sex drive, the doctor said.” He shrugged. “It's not a big deal. I fuck you some other way.”
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  4. the body as evidence by

    So Rozanov had a fetish. It didn't matter. Montreal didn't play Boston again for a month, and by then Shane would have gone through a dozen new bruises blooming and fading away. They played hockey; it was a fact of life. The next time they met Rozanov would have forgotten about it.Shane didn't, though.
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  5. open-mouthed hunger by

    A vision of Hollander mid-heat floated through Ilya's mind. Rutting against the sheets, fucking a fleshlight, whatever the fuck he did while his cunt bloomed delicately open, empty. Presumably he'd tried fingers, at least.I don't like anything there."Okay," Ilya said. "You like it in your ass?"
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  6. miles away, inventing love by

    Guys moved for money, or for family. And if it was money, it wouldn't be to fucking Ottawa.
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  7. future tense by

    "I have to go soon," Shane rasped. He was wearing a Dynamo sweater even though he had plenty of his own clothes here. Sleep still clouded his mouth.Ilya could have done anything then. Said he needed sleep. Gone to kiss Shane where the hoodie string had left an imprint across one cheek. It wasn't a free day for Shane. At best they had an hour.Instead he said, without any conscious thought at all: "How did he fuck you?"
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  8. caught you looking back, so let's go by

    Lightly, lightly: "Nice coat." He nearly sounds idle. One hand on Shane's back, sliding down and down. "Is this your husband's, too?"He can tell the exact moment Shane realizes the coat is Ilya's: his body goes entirely still. "He likes giving me things.""Mm." One final touch, brushing imaginary lint off Shane's shoulder. It takes enormous effort to step back and circle back around to Shane's front. Now he's between Shane and the door, and Shane's eyes are following, hungry. "Not everything, I think."
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