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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes. “What?” “You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue. Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall. “You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?” OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas
- Language:
- English
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- 7,198
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- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #75437331
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Shane calls Ilya late one night from a hotel bar in Vancouver. Things get said. Things get done.
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- English
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- 3,088
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #74990116
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It was Ilya’s thing, apparently. A week of texts leading up to this game. Blurry photographs of toys laid out on a quilted over and links to videos that had Shane achingly hard in anticipation. It was a promise, not a request.
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- English
- Words:
- 1,319
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #74972396
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“You wanted this, didn’t you? You want to choke on my come?” Ilya murmured. “Yes,” Shane gasped, taking the Russian’s cock off his mouth to breathe for a second. The admission ripped from his, surely soon, sore throat. “More. Harder, Ilya.” The request was a match to Ilya’s wick. His movements doubled in speed, his hips bucking hard. Shane was lost, his consciousness reduced to Ilya’s thick head constantly pressing on the back of his throat and the iron grip on his neck. or the one in which Ilya and Shane can't keep their hands off each other.
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- English
- Words:
- 4,087
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #74506941
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"Our love isn’t earned, we’ve given it freely." *** A year in Shane and Ilya's lives as they become parents to Charlie and Jack
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 25,080
- Chapters:
- 2/2
- Files:
- 1
- AO3:
- #45919831
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