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“Touch me,” he pants, “please, Ilya. Touch me.” “Where?” He broods, resting his chin on Shane’s knee, waiting. The view is magnificent. There’s no other way he’d want to start the new year. “You know where, Ilya, please.” “Where, baby?” “My pussy,” he gasps, flushed pink. Ilya groans, “So wet, baby. Good girl. How do you want it?” “Ilya!” He smiles, “Tell me how you touched your other girls.” “Not now, Ilya.” “Tell me." He demands, "What do you girls like? How should I play with your pussy?" or, It’s New Year’s Eve and Shane has something to share.
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Your Hands, My Mouth by BeautyInChains
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-05
"Suck," Ilya commands gently. Shane watches his reflection turn pink. They're alone, for now, but that could change at any moment. Shane feels sick and needy and wants to fight the urge to soothe so badly. Ilya taps again, insistent. "It will help. Suck."
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What do you get the man who self-proclaimedly has everything he could ever want and need? This is the dilemma Shane faces yet again, wondering what on earth he could possibly get Ilya for his birthday. The answer comes in the form of raiding Ilya’s closet and impulsive 3 AM purchases. or the hollanov birthday sex au no one asked for
- Part 2 of vignettes in time
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my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it by amarastein
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
Ilya quickly put two fingers in his mouth to shut him up, but Shane moaned even louder at the action. Unbeknownst to them, poor, young Luca Haas had stumbled out of the bathroom near them and almost yelped when he turned in their direction. Their teammates laughed at him all the way to the bar when he tried to recount what had him looking like a ghost. So here Shane was: delirious, hard, and pleasantly sucking Ilya’s fingers pumping in and out of his mouth against a club wall. 5 times Shane’s oral fixation gets him and Ilya in trouble +1 time it’s just for them. (Inspired by Husdon Williams’ explicit support for Shane’s oral fixation.)
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“You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” “Hello.” “Hi, Hollander.” Shane runs his hand through his freshly washed, jet black hair, trying to appear confident. But he can’t help how fast his eyes fall to Ilya’s bare chest, unable to match his gaze. Ilya, always endeared by Shane’s antisocial nature, speaks gently, “You look pretty. Just for me, huh?” “No.” Shane cheeks flush, aware of how he’s being analyzed. “I had to take a shower after the game.” “Ah,“ Ilya takes a step, closing the space between them, “I see.” His own appearance reflects the late hour. Shirtless in low hanging sweats, as his messy blond curls round his head like a halo. Shane’s eyes remain down, crossing his arms over his chest. Ilya pauses, always able to sense Shane’s caution when they’re together. He inhales, upset with his own strong and stubborn nature. He can’t afford to lose Shane. Now inches away, Ilya's nose fills with Shane’s familiar clean, floral scent, seemingly perfect to him. They don’t speak anymore. Instead, Ilya raises his right arm, caressing Shane’s soft cheek with his callused fingers. The stale hotel air becomes lighter knowing what comes next. Ilya’s rough fingertips trace along Shane’s pouty lips, instinctively relaxing his jaw and allowing Ilya’s thumb to enter his warm mouth. He sucks it, taking his rival as he so often does. Intoxicated by the heaviness of Ilya's finger lying on top of his tongue. He pulls him in until his smooth lips wrap around his bony knuckle, then pulls back, closing his eyes in complete bliss. Shane hums, hollowing his cheeks, completely fixated on the soothing feel in his mouth. Ilya’s own lips part in a trance, mumbling approval in his native Russian. He admires how peaceful Shane looks with closed eyes. His long, dark lashes lying above his lightly freckled skin, like a doll. Ilya leans in, replacing his thumb with his plump lips. They share a sloppy kiss, spit collecting at the corner of their mouths. Tongues cross over top of one another, shamelessly moaning as they unite. Ilya eagerly digs under Shane’s shirt, pulling the fabric over his head. They can’t stay away for more than a few seconds, like magnets, their lips crash together once again. Ilya’s top lip overtakes Shane’s shallow mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside, relishing in his submission. Ilya speaks into Shane's open mouth, “I have something.” Shane tilts his head back, “Yeah?” “Yes. Something for us to try.” “Okay,” Shane hesitates, dread filling his chest, hating surprises. Ilya turns away and picks up a paper bag that’s been tucked behind a chair. He opens it and pulls out a meter of rope that could have been purchased at any hardware store. Shane's eyebrows come together, confused, “For you?” Ilya’s face grows wide, showing off all his crooked teeth. He laughs in Shane’s face, “Ha- no, no, no.” He walks towards him holding the rope between their bare torsos, “For you.” Shane gulps, intrigued but uneasy, “Um, okay yeah.” He hates how nervous he sounds. He’s not as experienced as his partner, still slightly fearful of Ilya’s unpredictable dominance. “You are sure, Hollander?” Ilya grins with a glimmer of sympathy in his light blue eyes. Flashes of scenarios pass through Shane’s mind, not understanding where the rope will go, but Shane never backs down from a challenge. He puts on a fake smile, “Why not, Rozanov?” Shane’s suddenly being pushed backwards, landing fiercely onto the hard mattress. Ilya commands in his deep voice, “Arms up.” Shane obeys, revealing the dark hair in his pits beneath his sculpted triceps. Ilya sits on his chest, running the rough rope through his hands, stinging his palms. He grips Shane’s wrists together with one hand, keeping them in place. Shane whines from the sensitivity quickly finding its place around his thin skin. He watches Ilya’s face contort with concentration as he works above him. His chest rapidly rising and falling from anticipation. Shane wonders when Ilya learned how to do this, and how many other people have been below him, just waiting. Once his wrists are carefully tied together, Ilya extends the rope behind a rod of the bed’s headboard, trapping his arms above his head. Ilya mumbles under his breath, “Beautiful,” while moving off Shane's hard body. Shane automatically tries pulling his arms down, already uncomfortable in his position. The rope only rubs further against his wrists, a soreness quickly developing, keeping him motionless. He understands now, he’s stuck in a room with a feral animal, exposed and vulnerable to whatever it wants to do with him. Shane can only strain his neck forward to watch Ilya wander around the bed. The low light of the hotel room casts a deep shadow over Ilya's brow bone, blocking his eyes, only adding to Shane’s apprehension.
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It was too much. Way too much. Ilya hitting his prostate with such force it felt like Shane was burning inside, as if the praise was helping anything. Shane’s eyes began to water as he hid his face in the crook of Ilya’s neck, back arching as he sobbed into his neck. “Fuhh—fuckin’—nngh…” Ilya huffed a laugh, more so a breath than anything and reached a hand down to Shane’s cock and started stroking it with every thrust. Shane quite literally screamed almost as tears slipped out and dug his nails into Ilya’s sides. Shane was making so many fucked out noises now, mixes of squeals like a girl would make and screams echoing off the walls. “Cmon baby, come for me, be a good boy I know you can.”
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Shane’s hotel service by Wutdafuqisaaaa
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
“Sir I’m just a bellboy, you can’t treat the staff like that!” “Oh I think I know how the staff likes to be treated after all these years” Or, the roleplay scene in episode 6 extended bc it hasn’t left my mind since I first saw it.
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Shane knows omegas are supposed to be good at comforting others. Just like he knows that's definitely not a skill he possesses. But when he hears Ilya's broken I'm sorry he knows he at least has to try, even if he's afraid he'll end up fucking it up. (Now with a second chapter: ✨ cottage sex ✨)
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” “Yeah.” Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
- Part 4 of cjo + hr
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Ilya tutted. “Uhm like Father Christmas- Santa Claus, yes? Only, on New Year. Old man visits home, walks through front door, and greets children with present. Less creepy than Santa Claus.” Shane furrowed his eyebrows. “You think Santa is creepy?” “Listen to song, Shane. He sees you when you’re sleeping- knows when you’re awake..” Ilya waved a hand and scrunched up his face as he gently leaned over to inspect the small Christmas village people. “He watches like some pervert.” Shane surprises Ilya by decorating for christmas....Shane gets railed....and Ilya makes the Hollander parents cry.
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“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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Ilya shows Shane who he belongs to.
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"What were you thinking about?" Rozanov asks in a low voice. "You." Shane says it quietly but it's still loud enough for Rozanov to hear. He smirks and gives his cock another stroke, purely for Shane's benefit. "You want to touch me, Hollander?" This is getting too real now. He should say no—there's a chance that someone could come in and catch them together—but his mouth is watering and he's dying to know what Rozanov tastes like, so instead he says, "Yes." After the CCM shoot, Shane doesn't say "not here".
- Part 5 of kinktober 2025
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