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  1. the dirtiest clean I know by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-01-01

    Immediately after talking to Shane’s parents, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge, Shane asks to be fucked without a condom. Ilya’s his boyfriend now. Suddenly, messy sheets don’t seem like such a bad thing. Back in the cottage, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge Shane’s giddy. He’s never felt like this before, like something’s unclenched its jaws from his heart. The world feels raw in the best way. His house feels different, the sun brighter, warmer. The scent of summer foliage, and him. They’ve been back in the cottage for all of two minutes, but Shane honestly can’t believe they still have clothes on. “Harder,” he tells Ilya, who whimpers and sucks at Shane’s throat, understanding Shane’s asking to be marked. For the first time, for what’s left of these two weeks, they don’t have to hide. Ilya runs his tongue over the bruise-tender skin and Shane’s eyes roll back, his entire body frissoning. “Oh my fucking God,” Shane says, face crumpling. He’s rock hard, rutting helplessly against Ilya’s thick, stupidly sexy thigh. “You like that?” Ilya murmurs, sucking hickey after hickey into Shane’s throat. Shane can only whimper brokenly in response. Ilya chuckles, and spanks him. A glut of precum pulses from Shane’s dick, soaking immediately through his briefs, damp against Ilya’s thigh. Ilya hisses a soft curse. “So pretty,” he bites out. “I love how wet you get for me.” Shane’s brain goes buzzy in the way only Ilya can make it. Ilya cups Shane’s ass in his hands and lifts him. Shane wraps his arms around his boyfriend—his boyfriend!—and lets himself be carried to bed. “Ilya,” Shane breathes. He presses his palm to Ilya’s cheek. “God, you’re so handsome.” Ilya smiles and almost blushes. Shane tugs him into a kiss. It’s hot but terribly tender, tears gathering in both their eyes, each soothing the other in turn. They take each other’s clothes off, hardly breaking the connection of their gaze. “I love you,” Shane says softly. The soft twitch of Ilya’s mouth, the brightness in his eyes as Shane says it. It’s everything. “I didn’t know…anything could feel this good.” “Me neither,” Ilya says, shaking his head. He looks like he might cry properly again, and like he doesn’t want to, so Shane pulls him into a filthier kiss. He hitches his foot around Ilya’s waist, dragging their hips together. Ilya throbs against him, the anxiety in his body ebbing easily into the heat Shane hoped for. “I was thinking,” Shane says. “You said you haven’t been with anyone in a while, and neither have I.” “Mm.” “Do—do you wanna, um. Without a condom?” Shane tries not to think about how red his ears have gone. “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” Ilya groans low in his throat, rolling promisingly into Shane. ”Mmm. Let me try.” Shane snorts and swats at him, but presses the lube into Ilya’s palm and nothing else. Ilya looks at him, making sure it’s not just sexy talk. “You’re sure?” Ilya asks, pupils blown. His voice is like crushed velvet pressed to Shane’s cheek, and Shane can’t bear being empty a moment longer. He drags Ilya into a kiss he hopes is needy enough to convey that. “Make a mess out of me,” he whispers. “Please.” Ilya’s expression goes dark with lust, and Shane nearly cums on the spot. “Oh my God.” “You feel so good.” “Ilya.” Shane feels like Ilya’s fucking him for the first time all over again. Probably not least because Ilya’s eased him into a vulnerable missionary, which is not how they’d been fucking in the cottage before now. Ilya feels bigger like this. The hot skin of his thick, gently curved, perfect cock drags against Shane’s walls, nothing between them but the slide of lube to ease the way. Shane’s blushing, watching Ilya’s face twitch as he takes his pleasure in Shane’s ass. Shane can feel the wet drag of his thick head, the sweet skin of Ilya’s shaft Shane loves so much sliding deep inside him over and over. The obscene smack of his heavy balls against Shane’s cleft. Ilya cups his jaw. Shane opens on instinct, sucking Ilya’s fingers into his mouth, taking him in everywhere he can. “Fuck, Shane. You make me crazy,” Ilya says, his voice cracked straight through.

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  2. Stay (For a Lifetime) by

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    2025-12-26

    “What if I didn’t leave? What if I stayed all summer?” --- OR: Ilya asks Shane if he can stay at the cottage past his two week timeline. They're both thrilled.

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