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“This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. Ilya gets very angry when a producer of an ad that Shane and Ilya have to film takes interest in his boyfriend. Possessive Ilya!!!! Takes place after cottage episode. They are boyfriends :) Ilya was shooting for some ad, theatrically drinking a sports drink, while fake wind was blowing his hair back, and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. Him and shane were asked to do this silly advertisement video, the brand wanting to use their ‘rivalry’ as a way to sell the product. Little did they know Shane and Ilya weren’t rivals anymore (if they ever really were) in fact they were boyfriends now. Ilya still thought it was a crazy idea to grasp, having a boyfriend. But when he remembered that it also meant that it was Shane Hollander who was his boyfriend, he felt pretty content with the label. Shane had already left the set half an hour ago as he was finished with his scenes already. Ilya knew the producer on the set quite well, Daniel, he was a few years older than Ilya, he was pretty sure he was 30 years old. Daniel was a handsome tall guy with dark brown hair and a thick brown beard. Shane and Ilya have worked with Daniel a few times over the years. Ilya liked the guy, he knew Shane did too, he was fun to work with. However, Ilya hadn’t missed how Daniel and Shane had chatted earlier today. Daniel was standing a bit too close to Shane for Ilya’s liking. He even noticed Daniel had touched Shane’s arm, Ilya had to hold himself back to not push Daniel away with force. He never liked when others touched Shane outside of hockey. On the field it was fine, it was part of the game, but he didn’t think there was any need for anyone to be touching Shane outside of games. But Ilya would almost consider Daniel as a friend, him and Ilya even went to the bar once after a shoot, so he had ignored his discontent with that unnecessary arm-touch for the moment. “Okay I got your shot, thanks man,” Daniel told Ilya. Ilya nodded, finally the shoot was done. He was about to walk away from the set when Daniel suddenly stopped him. “Hey man, wanna get a beer after? We could watch tonight’s game at the bar?” Ilya thought about it, he knew Shane wouldn’t be home because he was going to have dinner with some family, so Ilya wouldn’t be able to see him until after dinner meaning he had some time to kill anyway. So he didn’t see why not. “Yeah sure, let’s do it,” he told Daniel. Some time later they were at the bar, having a decent time, but he couldn’t help but wish he was with Shane right now. Since they had spend the 2 weeks together at the cottage and become official, Ilya felt even more in love with Shane than ever. Which he didn’t even think was possible. Now that he knew what it was like to spend everyday with him, every moment he didn’t spend with Shane felt like a waste of his time. All that Ilya could do was look forward to the moment he would see Shane again. It felt like he was addicted to Shane. He craved him, constantly. Daniel interrupted his thoughts, “Hey man, I have a weird question.” Ilya noticed he looked a little nervous. “Okay.” Ilya said, curious where this was going. “So um, you’re quite close with Shane right? Shane hollander?” Daniel asked, looking at him expectingly. “Well yeah, a little, I guess,” Ilya lied. He wasn’t sure if he liked where this was going. Was Daniel onto them? “Yeah, exactly… So I was wondering…” Daniel stopped mid sentence. This drew Ilya crazy. “What, wondering what?” he asked him. Daniel continued, “This is a little embarrassing but, would you happen to know if Shane is single or not? And you know, open to… someone like me? A man?” Ilya felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breath rising. What the fuck. He couldn’t believe what Daniel had just asked him. Or what the hell he would possibly answer to this question, so he just stared at his friend. Daniel continued: “Because I’m going to be so honest with you man… I think he’s so fucking hot. Like jesus… The things I would do to-“ “Okay okay. Enough. I got it.” Ilya cut Daniel off. What the fuck was happening. Ilya felt sick in his stomach. Daniel was trying to fucking hit on Shane. And Ilya knew that could absolutely never happen. Never. Shane was off limits. Ilya was livid. He frowned and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, unsure how to deal with this situation. “Well? Do you know?” Daniel then asked, getting impatient. “Do I know what?”, Ilya snarled. “If he’s single or not?” Ilya sighed, this guy is fucking annoying, he thought. “I highly doubt it,” Ilya said, a little more angry than he intended. Daniel nodded. “Yeah you’re probably right. I mean why would he be, right? He’s so good looking dude. Those eyes…” Ilya was boiling inside. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Shane was his. No one else could talk about him like this. Or even think about him like this for that matter. “And that ass…” Daniel continued. “Okay man I think you should stop talking” Ilya tried to interrupt him. He was so fucking pissed. He wanted Daniel to shut up. “If I got the chance, I would fuck him so-“ That was Ilya’s last straw, before he could think, he punched his friend right in his face. Ilya saw red. “Dude what the fuck,” Daniel groaned. Everyone in the bar gasped out of shock and that’s when Ilya realized what he just did. He quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out of the bar. He got in his car and drove home as fast as he could. He was still shaking with anger. He couldn’t deal with someone talking about Shane like that, his own friend at that. He couldn’t say he was exactly shocked though, he knew damn well that Shane was gorgeous. There were probably thousands of people out there that would do anything for a chance with Shane, and Ilya didn’t blame them. He hadn’t felt this jealous though since Shane dated Rose Landry,
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possessive love disorder by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-21
Ilya’s jaw was hanging open as he stared at Shane, vaguely processing the whoops, catcalls, and cheers surrounding him at what Shane was wearing. His eyes roamed up and down Shane’s body, greedily drinking in every detail of what his husband was wearing. Him and Rose had just gotten to the club, but Ilya might have to turn his husband around and leave with him immediately. Because wow…wow. or shane decides to get an outfit with rose and wear it to the club. ilya goes insane or or shane hollanders waist appreciation fic
- Part 1 of fashion icon
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“Watch yourself, Rozanov,” he says in Russian, voice low and dark, and oh, holy shit, Ilya should have known teaching Shane his native language would be the death of him.
“I would rather watch you.”
Shane moves off the stool he’s been sitting on with one fluid movement. “Not now.”
“Later then?”
Shane rolls his eyes. “Pervert.”
“Not what you said an hour ago.”
Ilya feels Shane’s foot bump into his, and their thighs brush just barely. But it’s still enough to make Ilya want to abandon all of this and drag Shane back upstairs. “Behave, Ilya,” he says, slipping back into Russian. “You know they can't know.” He turns. The look he throws him is a little too close not to affect him. “We both want it that way.”
Oh. Right. That.
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Or Ilya and Shane attempt to hide their relationship at a charity gala. It goes about as well as one would expect.
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“I love you, Shane Hollander. You know that, right?” “Of course. And I love you, Ilya Rozanov.” “Good. Now shut up and come for me like the good little boy you are, yes?” Or, it's their last night at the cottage and Shane comes apart.
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all day in the sun, just you and me by manon_lovebot
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
and i could be, part of your world shane watches ilya swim, hair soaking wet, he's dripping. next thing you know, shane's soaking wet too.
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When Silence Starts Speaking by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Plagued with the issues of his family past and present, Ilya Rozanov finds himself in the media's eyes for all the wrong reasons recently with no end in sight. When the team decides enough is enough with the drinking and whoring, Ilya is suddenly faced with a new issue to tackle—team omega Shane Hollander. Shane is up for the task of getting the Russian alpha under control for the season, but are they both up for the unexpected heated connection between them that follows?
Note: Does contain spoilers for books 2 and 6 of the Game Changers series (Shane & Ilya's stories)
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As Shane is watching Ilyas posts he realises that Ilya could replace him anytime once he realises how boring and imperfect he is. After restless nights and overthinking Shane spirals and ends up having negative thoughts about himself which results in him having bad habits. Ilya notices that Shane is not being himself lately and tries to figure out what’s wrong since he can’t handle seeing his beautiful boyfriend suffer in silence
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still the best (still an asshole) by pucksandpower
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-20
Four times Ilya Rozanov reminded everyone exactly who the fuck they were dealing with (spoiler: still an asshole, still elite, still not going anywhere), and one time he didn’t have to be anything except soft. Or being out didn’t make him nicer. Being married didn’t make him softer. Being older didn’t make him weaker. And being a father? Well. That’t when things get complicated. (He’s really good at that last part. Don’t tell anyone.)
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Hey! Hey! by SalasFigureCollection
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
Shane visibly relaxed. “Oh, thank fuck. Because I was starting to feel really guilty for getting a little turned on the moment I saw you.” Ilya snorted. “Wow, Shane. Good to know that even high, you’re still easy for me.”
- Part 3 of AU Heated Rivalry
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Learning Curve by GreenGirl11235813
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
“You’re wearing a hole in my floor,” he says. “Sit down.” He expects pushback. A look. A quip. Instead— Shane stops." or Shane is anxious and overwhelmed, and has a meeting with Ilya near the beginning of their not-relationship, and it doesn't go as expected. Ilya is surprised to discover just how quickly and easily Shane goes under for him, when he isn't really trying, but is more than happy to care for him.
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Shane Hollander's heat came unexpectedly early. He begs Ilya to come and help him. Ilya does. The game that fateful day was a special dynamic one. Shane Hollander had his mind focused on one thing - winning. Well, maybe not only that. Because the presence of Ilya Rozanov was like a heavy bag on his shoulders, pressing him down and making it harder to focus. Every time they crossed paths on the ice, the heavy scent of the Russian man filled his nostrils, making him slip up with his game. "Focus, Hollander!" yelled his teammate, right when Shane's gaze locked on Ilya's back. He shook his head, trying to shake off the uncontrollable need to be close to the man on whose cock he had been stretched so many times. But the game was a more pressing matter now, and he needed to act like it. So he tried his best. His team was on a good path to victory, and he himself managed to score two goals in the three periods - even though his mind was in a completely different place. But then, he felt it. That hot chill, sweat pouring across his face, his stomach twisting - his heat was coming in a very short timeline, much quicker than it should be. He knew it shouldn't be happening. Just before the game, he checked his app for tracking his cycle, and it was supposed to come in three days, not today. Not now. That was enough to make him absolutely terrible, giving Boston a great opportunity to get an upper hand over them. Their rivals managed to win, with two more goals scored, the game ending and sealing Montreal's unfortunate fate. "What the fuck was that, man?! Why were you so distracted, for God's sake?!" His team was furious with him, but he couldn't afford to stay and argue with them. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he changed as fast as he could, and basically flew out of that locker room, rushing to get to his hotel room. When Shane managed to finally open the door with his shaky hands, he collapsed on the floor, his legs weak from the overwhelming feeling. He wanted to crawl out of his skin - he was that hot. He quickly tore off his clothes, leaving them scattered across the room's floor. Shane barely had the strength to crawl into his bed, but when he did, he collapsed on the soft hotel sheets, sighing with somewhat of a relief. He still very much felt like shit, like he was about to melt from the heat that surrounded him. If it stayed like this, he would manage it alone. But he knew his body too well - more was coming, and it would come in the most unexpected moment, making him so desperate to feel something inside him that he would do something he normally wouldn't - he's going to beg that motherfucker. Shane knew he should destroy his phone before he reached that state, because then, any restraint and shame would leave him, and he would indeed beg Rozanov to come and fuck him into oblivion. But he didn't have more time to debate on it, because the overwhelming feeling had come. He moaned, his ass arching in the air without his consent, his legs spreading, his instincts screaming for a knot. His hand reached for his phone, and he did what he shouldn't. Jane: 708. Now. Please. He wrote and collapsed on the sheets again. He shifted, turning on his back, his hand reaching for the aching hole that was now leaking slick like crazy. As soon as he touched it, his mouth opened, and a loud moan escaped his lips. His legs parted as far as possible to ease himhis access for pleasure that he needed so much at that moment. "Fuuuck... Rozanov, please..." Shane begged, his finger slipping inside, slowly stretching himself for what was hopefully going to come. He knew he'd need that stretching, his mind going back a few months when he last saw the massive cock of the Russian man. He wanted that nine inches like a lifeline, desperate for the feeling of being completely full with the warm cock, for the part when it swells even more, and seals them together. But Rozanov never gave him that satisfaction unfortunately, because, as he put it, 'I don't want to knock you up, Hollander'. But now, Shane wanted nothing more than exactly that. He wanted his belly to swell with the pup of his rival, to be caressed and cared for by the usually nonchalant man, to be loved. But, oh, his dreams were impossible, and he knew it. Shane added another finger, trying to reach where only Ilya could, and groaned with frustration when he failed. He arched his back, fucking himself with his fingers, trying to imagine Rozanov being the one on top of him, pressing him to the mattress, making him come one time after another. "Fuck, Ilya!" he cried out, not even noticing that he had used the name of the man. He was too deep in his fantasy to register the real Ilya walking through the door, closing it, and making sure it was locked. "Oh, fuck, fuck me harder, please! Rozanov, fuuck!" Rozanov rested his back on the door, enjoying the sight in front of him. As soon as he relaxed, smirking satisfied, the sweet smell hit him, making his nonchalant posture crumble, as his instincts screamed to go and put his knot in the omega on the bed. But he managed to contain himself, instead undressing, while Shane was still in his own fantasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... AHH, Rozanov!" Shane screamed out, as his cock shot out a thick stream of cum on his stomach, his arch deepening, his other hand curling deeply with the sheets. "I must say I enjoy show, Hollander," Ilya finally spoke up, revealing himself to Shane, who got scared so much that he almost jumped off the bed. "Oh, do not be shy now. You put me a great show, really." "Fuck, Rozanov!" Shane cursed, his face getting even redder than before from his heat. "Couldn't you announce yourself louder when you walked through the door? Must you be such an asshole?!" he complained, sitting up and covering his dick with his hands.
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the anesthesia made me do it by pucksandpower
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-19
Wisdom teeth surgery: 0/10, would not recommend. Confessing your feelings to your secret boyfriend while high on anesthesia in front of a nurse: -10/10, please make it stop. Shane’s parents are in Belize, he’s got an emergency dental surgery, and Ilya drives two hours from Ottawa without hesitation. What follows is 24 hours of post-op care, an alarming amount of feelings said out loud, and the mortifying realization that yes, he really did call Ilya a “hot lion.” At least the nurse was cool about the whole secret boyfriend thing.
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Such a lovable lamb by DaughterofLegends
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-18
Two certainties defined Shane Hollander's life: he was falling in love with Ilya Rozanov, and he was keeping a career-ending secret. When Ilya discovers Shane's suppressants on the heels of seeing Shane injured during a game, fear makes them say things they both regret. Nine months later at the All-Star Game, accidentally running into Ilya in the hotel elevator triggers a breakthrough heat—forcing the two idiots to finally talk (and fuck). -- Contains spoilers for those who have only watched the show, and for The Long Game. A/B/O AU that diverges from canon right after Shane is injured in Chapter 21 (and episode 5) of Heated Rivalry. Happy ending!
- Part 1 of Lying to the NHL, but make it A/B/O
- Part 2 of Fighting Puritanism, one smutty Hollanov AU at a time
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I Will Follow You Into the Dark by andmynewlymeltedheart
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV), Heated Rivalry- Rachel Reid
2025-12-17
Ilya Rozanov is looking for a fight, and Shane Hollander is looking for Ilya.
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Ilya’s Guide to Menacingly Soft Launching Your Relationship (and One Extremely Effective Hard Launch) by Lil_lightning15
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
“I think we tell world now,” Ilya declared grandly, pacing across Shane’s living room in Montreal. “Big announcement. Maybe fireworks. Maybe airplane banner over city—” Shane, sitting curled on the couch in sweatpants, nearly choked on his tea. “No,” he said immediately. “Absolutely not. No fireworks. No banners. No announcements. I’m not letting you hard launch us into oblivion.” --------- Five times they soft launch and one time they hard launch, or Ilya is given free rein to soft launch their relationship.
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Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” or Ilya takes care of an overwhelmed and overstimulated Shane by letting him float away into subspace for a bit. Shane doesn’t say he’s overwhelmed. He never does. He shows up instead—later than planned, jaw tight, movements clipped like every second is being audited. His bag lands by the door with more force than necessary. He stands there for a moment too long, as if waiting for instructions he hasn’t been given. Ilya clocks it immediately. “Hey,” he says gently, already closing the distance. “Come here.” Shane shakes his head once, sharp. “Just—give me a minute.” Ilya gives him thirty seconds. Then he takes Shane’s wrist—not tight, not demanding—and guides him further into the apartment. “Shoes off,” he says, voice calm, certain. “Jacket too.” Shane exhales, something brittle easing. He does as he’s told. Good. Ilya takes the bag, sets it aside. He steers Shane toward the couch, presses him down with a hand on his shoulder. “Sit.” Shane sits. It’s small. It’s nothing. But it’s also everything—permission to stop managing, to stop anticipating, to stop being the one who has to decide what happens next. Ilya disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, sets it in Shane’s hands. “Drink.” Shane does. His hands shake just a little. Ilya sits beside him, close enough that their thighs touch. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t ask Shane to explain. He just starts grounding them back into the same room. “Phone,” Ilya says, holding out his hand. Shane hesitates. Then he hands it over. Ilya puts it face‑down on the table, out of reach. “Good.” Shane swallows. His shoulders slump, just barely, like a structure being allowed to fail safely. “I didn’t realize how loud it was,” Shane says finally, staring at nothing. Ilya nods. “It gets like that.” He shifts, pulls Shane gently but firmly against him, Shane’s back to Ilya’s chest. He wraps his arms around Shane’s middle, solid and warm. Shane stiffens for half a second out of habit —then melts. Ilya rests his chin on Shane’s shoulder. “You don’t have to think right now,” he murmurs. “I have you.” Shane’s breath shudders. “I don’t know what I need.” “That is okay,” Ilya says without hesitation. “I do.” He adjusts the blanket over them. Turns the lights lower. Presses a slow, steady rhythm into Shane’s side with his thumb, counting breaths Shane doesn’t realize he’s following. Minutes pass. Maybe more. Shane leans back fully now, trusting the weight behind him. “You’re good at this,” he says, voice soft, almost surprised. Ilya smiles into his hair. “You let me be.” Shane is quiet for a long moment. Then, barely audible: “Thank you.” Ilya tightens his arms, just a little. “Anytime.” Later—much later—when Shane’s thoughts have slowed and the world has shrunk back to a manageable size, Ilya asks one more thing. “Stay?” Shane doesn’t hesitate this time. “Yeah.” And for once, he doesn’t feel like he’s choosing. He feels like he’s being taken care of. Ilya doesn’t move for a long while. He waits until Shane’s breathing has evened out, until the tension has fully drained from his shoulders. Only then does he speak again. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Next thing.”
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Moy Muzh. My Husband. by Tibbythibs
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
Shane has a little surprise for Ilya following their ceremony. *This takes place directly after the ceremony, when Ilya and Shane go inside to fill out paperwork in Chapter 39.*
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coming undone, sweetheart by lizee
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
“Hollander,” Ilya said, voice a low growl, “you, fuck, you smell so...why would you come here? Like this?” Ilya was gripping his arms and Shane nearly let out a whine at the contact. He almost forgot how much he craved touch, how good it felt to be touched by him. Almost. Fuck, Ilya smelled so good. He closed his eyes again and inhaled, resisting the urge to touch his forehead to Ilya’s. To strip right here and let everyone in this club watch as Ilya took him, fucked him right here when he’s wet and willing and wanting. “Like what?” he forced out, realizing he needed to give a response. “Like you’re in fucking heat, Hollander,” Ilya hissed through his teeth, pressing a hand into Shane’s chest and pushing him a little. Or, the club scene from episode 4 but omegaverse.
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Post-sex, Shane wakes up nonverbal and floaty in Ilya’s arms at the cottage.
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"Please," Shane moaned, moving his hips in a circular motion. "Please make me—" He was cut off when Ilya’s hand squeezed his throat, Shane’s head starting to rush sending pleasure in between his thighs. "What'd I tell you last time, Shane?" "That you make the rules." Shane whined. "That I make the rules," He repeated softly. "So you take what I give you with a 'thank you' and you don't ask for more." Days after the birthday dilemma, Shane was feeling a bit mischievous. He hadn’t had the birthday sex he wanted, his boyfriend was currently keeping him at arms length, and he was sure he could break through Ilya’s tough exterior. No matter how stubborn and unrelenting Ilya could be, Shane would always be one thousand times worse. Currently sitting at the dining table, Ilya had a book in his hands and glasses on his face— glasses that had Shane dreaming of very dirty things. Walking behind him, Shane wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What’re you doing?” “Reading.” “What’re you reading?” “A book.” A puff of air left Shane at Ilya’s dry tone, and a small smile lifted his lips when a plan to break him came to mind. Shifting his body just slightly, Shane slowly trailed his right hand down his boyfriend’s chest, making sure his fingers slid under the holes of his button down, his short nails slightly scratching at the skin before making their way to the top of his jeans. Unaffected—or trying to be—Ilya stayed silent, continuing to read. “Put that book down,” Shane said softly into Ilya’s ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “I promise…I’m far more interesting.” “I doubt that.” Unwavering, Shane continued his torment. Using his left hand, he grabbed onto Ilya’s jaw, tilting it to the left so that his neck was exposed. It was rare that Shane took charge like this, often leaving it all up to Ilya to control. Shane was so independent in his life. His meals, his workout, his entire career was picked apart and planned to its last minute. So when he had sex—correction. When sex happened with Ilya, Shane would often let him take the lead, enjoying the ability to let go. To not have to think about what to do, how to react. He could just feel and take and be in the moment. Some would call this submissive, but Shane just viewed it as his lifestyle. Pressing a soft kiss behind his ear, Shane began trailing identical ones down, lining the column of his throat with open mouthed, hot kisses. Stopping at a particular spot he knew would work on Ilya, Shane began sucking the skin greedily, his other hand still rubbing his boyfriend’s chest, his fingers rifling up Ilya’s button down so it no longer tucked into his pants. “How about now?” Shane murmured. “Is that book still interesting?” It took a beat before Ilya could respond. When he did, his breath hitched just slightly in his throat but Shane immediately caught onto that, smirking against his skin. “Y-es.” “I see…” Shane said, feigning a sigh. “It’s too bad. I was going to let you sit in that chair all pretty while I did all the work. But if you’d still like to read…well, I guess I can’t stop you.” “Your hand is still on my dick.” “Is it?” Shane asked, pretending to be shocked. “Oh my—what’s that doing there?” It was even rarer that Shane could control their play for this long, usually Ilya would take the reins by now and press him against the nearest surface, fucking Shane stupid. Instead of removing his hand, however, Shane palmed the front of Ilya’s pants, feeling him grow harder with every touch. He smiled wide, exhilarated at the prospect that he was the one to make Ilya feel this way. A thud sounded before a hand had gripped Shane’s, pausing his movements on his dick. Shane, just slightly alarmed, looked down at his boyfriend to see that his book was gone from his hand and instead, his expression was replaced with something heeded. Something dark. Something that dug deep into Shane’s stomach, burning him from the inside out. Easily, Ilya had twisted his body and grabbed onto Shane’s waist, manhandling him so that he was standing in between his legs. A breath left Shane as he placed his hands on Ilya’s shoulders for stability, staring down into his boyfriend’s eyes. He watched him thoughtfully. Red dusted Ilya’s cheeks, his eyes glazed over deliciously, and his neck covered in hickey’s that left Shane feeling very satisfied. Instead of backing down, Shane took one hand off of Ilya’s shoulder, using it to grab his boyfriend’s jaw again and lift it up so that Ilya was forced into whatever position Shane wanted him to be in. Leaning down, Shane gently pulled off Ilya’s glasses, setting them on the table behind him before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
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