1 – 3 of 3 Works in Food Kink

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  1. “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.” The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.” Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause. “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.” Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    142,524
    Chapters:
    24/24
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #85891081
  2. A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.

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    When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.

    The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.

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    Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    63,639
    Chapters:
    15/15
    Files:
    3 versions
    AO3:
    #78253961
  3. Ilya eats a peach. Shane is not at all jealous.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    3,463
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #82084301