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  1. "God, Hollander. You are so… what is the word—?" "Boring?" Shane deadpanned with a knowing look. Ilya shook his head. "Vanilla." — Ilya thinks it's about time he and Shane started shaking things up in the bedroom. Now that they’re alone, unfettered from obligations to the hockey season, he wants to try new things.

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  2. self indulgent fic where ilya suprises shane with a sex machine… despite being anxious and a little annoyed shane just wants to please him

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  3. Ilya has a surprise for Shane. ---- “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” “But I want to see you,” Shane whined. “Just long enough to get surprise,” Ilya murmured. The silk scarf slid snug behind Shane’s head, darkness making Shane breathe faster. Shane swallowed hard as the world narrowed to touch and sound, every nerve straining for proof that Ilya was still there. He tilted his head just a fraction, just enough to catch the ghost of movement. Fingers. Long, confident. Drifting down his chest towards his aching cock. Shane’s excitement burned fast and bright, tightening low in his stomach until it felt less like arousal and more like need. The longer Ilya made him wait, the worse it got. Every second without him another reminder of how badly Shane wanted him. He tugged uselessly at the scarf binding his wrists to the headboard. “Ilya,” he breathed. “You said you wouldn’t tease.” A low chuckle answered him. “Did I?” Rough fingers caught his ankle and pulled his leg straight. “Hold still, baby.” Shane forced his body to be still, barely breathing as every bone in his body begged for the Russian’s touch. Ilya lifted his leg and pressed his foot against solid muscle. His thigh. The realization sent a shiver through him. Something soft wrapped around his ankle, tightening fast. A cuff. “Baby,” Shane gasped, the word tearing out of him. “Mmhmm?” Lips brushed just above the leather - unhurried, possessive - before his leg was lowered and the other lifted. The second cuff clicked closed. “You good, moya dusha?” “Yeah,” Shane panted, rolling his ankles. The leather was absurdly soft. “Let me see you.” “Almost.” Ilya told him, earning a groan of frustration. His rich laugh vibrated over Shane’s skin. “Patience.” “I’ve been fucking patient.” Ilya just laughed again, and his body weight left the bed. Shane strained without thinking, chest lifting off the mattress, chasing heat that was already gone. Don’t leave. Don’t- “Baby-” Shane hardly recognized his own voice. “I’m still here.” Ilya’s voice was suddenly close. Warm lips brushed Shane’s mouth. Just enough. “Fuck,” Ilya murmured. “Y ou’re beautiful.” “Rozanov, please.” “I love when you sound like that.” Then he was gone again. Something heavy landed at the foot of the bed. Shane frowned beneath the scarf, confusion threading through the lust. His right foot was lifted, leg straightened. Metal tapped metal. What is that? Hands tightened around the cuff. Then his other ankle was lifted. The cuffs were attached to something, he felt it before he understood it. The bed shifted. Shane was tugged downward just enough to stretch his arms fully overhead. “Fuck!” “Know what it is?” Weight settled over him before he could answer. Thighs framing his chest. The scarf was stripped away. Light rushed back in and there was Ilya, looming above him, his curls a halo around his face, eyes sharp, cock hard and leaking. “Ilya…” Shane’s tongue flicked out without thinking, brushing the flushed head of Ilya’s cock. A sound tore from Ilya’s chest. “So pretty.” he muttered, shifting his cock out of Shane’s reach. He cupped Shane’s cheek, tipped his head back. Shane sucked his thumb into his mouth, eyes locked on Ilya’s face. On the tight jaw, the way his curls brushed his forehead when his brow furrowed. “Fuck,” Ilya groaned. “Look at you.” Shane hollowed his cheeks around the digit, sucking hard. Fingers tangled in his hair, jerking his head back just enough to steal his breath. “Do you want to be my slut tonight?” Ilya whispered, stroking Shane’s cock once, then twice, then letting it slap back against his stomach. “Forever,” Shane moaned. God, forever. “Want to be good for you. Let me be good for you.” “Open your mouth.”

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  4. Parcel Post by

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    He spots the note, finally. It was half-hidden under the packing peanuts. So you do not wake the hotel next time. “Fucking asshole,” Shane says into the quiet. His heart is pounding. There’s no one there to see, but he feels raw and exposed. He’s standing in his kitchen holding a fucking ball gag that Ilya Rozanov sent him. A ball gag in Boston Raiders colors: red and gold and black. -- Ilya sends Shane sex toys.

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  5. After returning to the cottage, Shane and Ilya can't keep their hands to themselves. There's lots of shameless sex, happiness, and talks about toys only mentioned in passing years ago. — Or what happened at the cottage post s01e06.

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  6. Rose sent Shane a Christmas gift. Shane opened it with Ilya and Anya on Christmas Day. “Maybe Rose thought you're boring in bed with me too so she gifted us this.” “Fuck you,” Shane hisses as his faces keep getting redder and redder. With the heartiest heart-eyes any human can ever have, Ilya replies, “I will, sweetheart.”

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  7. I Touch Myself by

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    Five times Shane and Ilya got off thinking about each other, and one time they didn't have to.

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  8. “What Hollander? Never seen a pocket pussy before?” Shane snorts, he’s seen a pocket pussy before- but this one is a little different. It’s shaped like an egg. He frowns. Ilya takes the egg-shaped object out of the bag, grinning as he unravels the packaging, “Is Japanese sex toy. I bought it online.” Or Ilya makes a sex itinerary for his schedule-loving husband.

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  9. They've been at it for hours. Or rather, Shane has been at it for hours. He's come three times already, each one unsatisfying and unfulfilling, but Ilya won't let him stop, won’t just give him what he wants. “Please… please, I-Ilya…” Shane’s voice is hoarse as he pleads, but Ilya ignores him, piercing eyes sharp in the mirror as he watches intently. He brings his lips to Shane's neck, a hand sliding down his chest to dip between his thighs. “Don't stop.”

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  10. Ilya lets Shane go and says, “Come with me, I made us breakfast.” “But—” he stutters out. Ilya eyes him so he says, “Did you not want to—” looking down at Ilya’s crotch. Ilya smirks. “Later— I have plan for you today,” he tells him before he turns towards the door. OR Ilya finally gives Shane the facial he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

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  11. Ilya and Shane have their first Christmas together as a married couple. Gifts are exchanged and naturally the two compete to see who is the better gift giver. Will Shane win with his sweet sentimental gift? Or will it be Ilya's fulfillment of one of Shane's fantasies?

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  12. Shane and Ilya came out as a couple and started playing for the same team. They get to travel together now. Ilya wants to have some fun, and Shane can't say no to his boyfriend. That's how he ends up with a plug in his ass on an airplane surrounded by teammates.

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  13. Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.” Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.” “Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.” “That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.” “Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”

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  14. “Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.” “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?” Hayden stops, so Shane does too. “You don’t know who that was?” Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.” “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. “He’s a porn star, man.” “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” --- Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.

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  15. “I don’t know. Both, maybe. I held his arms down once, and—” Ilya says, and then hesitates. Yeah. Yeah, this was enough. Probably. He didn’t care. It was enough that the world found out about them through a video. He didn’t really want to explain the specifics behind the intimacy they shared, either. “Yeah,” he says, and lamely repeats. “Yeah.” Galina hums, and pauses. Leans back again. “Have you heard of shibari?” Ilya hadn’t realised that rope, too, can be a form of discipline.

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  16. “Shit, Shane. Fuck. Do you want me to stop?” Ilya breaths into the dark room. “What? Fuck. No, no fucking way. Don’t stop.” Shane protests, incredulous. He tried, he had really tried to stay awake, but he’s so glad Ilya listened to his last text. Shane is home with a dislocated shoulder. When Ilya returns from a road game series, Shane is more than ready for his husband, if it weren’t for that damn traffic.

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