foreverranger

32 years old she/they. Loves Connor/Hudson and Ilya/Shane.

[probablily]

drown yourself in me

6.8k, E, Shane/Ilya, mean dom ilya, orgasm control/denial, sexting

Ilya slides out of bed. Ignores him. "You want to shower with me? "You going to get me off?" Ilya tsks. "See why we have to do this? You are so spoiled. No, I will not get you off. But you can get me off again. If you want." "Fuck you." He follows Ilya to the shower anyway. ——— Ilya tells Shane to only come when he's told.

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written for day one of @mean-dom-ilya-week!!

[tearsofshane]

[A 2.3k forced breeding roleplay ficlet from this ask. Enjoy!]

Shane is lying face down, ass up in the bed whining as Ilya slowly and methodically preps him with his fingers, stretching his hole so slowly he wants to cry. And they haven't even started yet. "'S enough, Ilya. Please! I'm ready!" Ilya pulls his fingers out with an evil chuckle. "Oh, I did not realise you were one doing all the work, Hollander. You think you are ready for me? Want me to put it straight in?" He smacks his cock against Shane's wet hole, the slap echoing around the room obscenely. "N-no. C-condom. Please Ilya! Condom p-please. Need you." Shane is grinding his hips back against where Ilya's cock rests in the cleft of his ass. His hole is twitching hungrily and he's panting and flushed. Fuck. He looks ruined already. Ilya wants to draw this out even longer.

"But you are so impatient, like a little slut. Are you sure you can wait? I will have to go find one. Am not used to fucking such good girls." He doesn't make any moves to get up. Shane shivers and gasps. "Please, Ilya! P-please need a condom. Don' wanna get pregnant. Fuck! Just go!" Ilya strokes the tip of his cock slowly back and forth through the mess of spit and lube on Shane's hole. "What if I want you to get pregnant? What if I want to put my baby inside you? You think you could stop me? Look at you. You're useless." He pushes the tip just inside Shane's rim, just the smallest, slightest stretch. Shane cries. "Il-lyaa! Please, I need you! Please, please use a condom. I'm scared. I can't get p-pregnant! Th-they won't let me play!" He's hiccupping and sobbing, snot going all over Ilya's pillow.

"Fiiiine." Ilya lets out a long-suffering groan as he heaves himself up off the bed to go and find a condom for his princess. Before he leaves, he reaches around Shane to give his cock a mean tug as it hangs uselessly beneath him. Shane cries out, his back arching as he tries to get away from the intense sensation. Ilya swats him on the ass muttering under his breath about his spoiled brat as he saunters out of the room. After what feels like an eternity to Shane, but is really only five minutes, Ilya returns with a single condom in his hand. It really did take him a while to find one. It's been so long since they stopped using them. "Found one in old pair of jeans. Had to dig through dirty washing for this Hollander. Happy?" Shane nods his head vigorously against the pillows. "Yeah, yeah, please put it on. Need you so bad! C'mon."

Ilya makes a show of tearing the packet open with his teeth, baring his canines at Shane. "Y-you shouldn't do that," Shane whimpers. "You could t-tear a hole in it." His cock is leaking steadily beneath him and Ilya wonders if he'll even last two strokes of his cock. "Bah! You worry too much Hollander. Has never happened to me before." Shane is feeling delirious by the time Ilya has messed around with the condom, rolling it on and sinking straight into him in one fluid motion. He groans as the air is punched out of him. He feels Ilya's cock bullying its way in, rearranging him to make room inside. He feels so full. Ilya rests for a moment fully sheathed, before dragging out slowly and punching his way back in. The wail that forces itself out of Shane's throat is wrecked.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight. You're fucking milking me. Such a good hole. Gonna wreck it. Gonna stuff you full." Ilya's mouth keeps spurting filth as he rams his cock in again and again. The force of his thrusts shoves Shane further up the bed each time, forcing his face deeper into the pillows. Shane is clinging to the sheets, hips rocking back, trying to meet Ilya's thrusts. His hole is stretched so tight around Ilya, a delicious burn that makes him crave more. Shane's whines and cranes his neck to watch Ilya above him. The firm grip on his hips, the sweat running down his neck, the fierce dark look in his eyes as he claims Shane's hole. "Please," he whispers, his throat ruined from the crying and gasping and begging. "Harder, please." Shane looks up at Ilya with his big brown eyes, shimmering with need. Ilya chokes on a breath, ruts sharply into Shane before burying himself to the hilt and coming.

The sight of Ilya coming undone takes Shane to the edge. He's so desperate he squeezes his hole around Ilya, trying to simulate the feeling of being fucked still. Ilya has stopped moving. That's when he feels it. The slow warmth of cum filling him. A trickle down onto his balls. His head whips up. "Ilya. Wha-what did you do?" Ilya is staring down at where they're still fully connected. "Think I maybe fucked you too hard and condom broke." He's trying to sound sincere but there's a smirk on his face. Shane tries desperately to pull himself off Ilya's cock but he's still being held by his hips in a vice-like grip. "Fuck! Ilya, get off! Oh my God, I can't believe you! What the fuck?" Ilya leans over Shane to smother him with his weight, his mouth landing just behind Shane's ear. He presses a wet kiss there, whispering hot on his neck. "What? You don't want my baby Hollander? That is rude. I would be very good daddy. And I think you will be very good mommy." Shane whimpers weakly, "I-Ilya. Get off."

Ilya pretends to consider it. "Hmm, no. I like it here, nice and warm inside. And you still have not come. I am not bad lover." He starts to grind his hips, nudging on Shane's prostate and making him groan. Shane feels more wetness leaking out of him and buries his face in the pillows in shame. He scrabbles behind him, fingers biting into the arms holding him down, legs kicking beneath him, trying to get Ilya off of him. "You fucking asshole! Don' want your baby. Get the fuck off me!" Ilya straightens back up before landing a harsh smack on Shane's ass, making him cry out. "So ungrateful! You know how many girls would love to have my baby inside them? I choose you Hollander, and you don't even want it. But it's too late now." He reaches around to pat the soft round of Shane's stomach, gets his lips back on Shane's ear, whispering. "Is done. Can you feel it?" Shane feels Ilya's dick, all the way up in his guts still. He shivers again, a groan escaping him. "D-did you plan this? T-to get me…pregnant?" His timid voice shakes with the heaviness of shame, and yet underlying pleasure. Ilya wants to laugh. This whole fucked up scenario had been born from his horny husband's brain.

"What do you think, my love?" Ilya's voice is deep and wicked. "You think I could resist? Is just natural. Instinct. And you took it all so well." Ilya moves to kiss the back of his neck before biting a bruise into it. Shane whines and bucks his hips. He's still leaking all over the bed, hard as a fucking rock. "Are you done complaining now my princess? Want to have some more fun?" Ilya is hardening quickly with Shane's body writhing beneath him. He looks as if he's unsure if he wants to run away, hide or get fucked again. Ilya makes the decision for him, drawing his cock slowly out of Shane's ass until the tip catches on his rim. He's careful not to break the seal and let too much cum escape. Shane is whimpering, face fully hidden in the pillows again. As Ilya's cock pounds back into him he forgets entirely what they were arguing about, can think of nothing but the brutal pace at which he's being fucked. Every thrust lights his prostate on fire and his head goes fuzzy as his vision blurs with tears.

Ilya is panting and moaning above him, eyes fixated on the stretch of Shane's rim and the small trails of cum leaking out around his cock. "Ugh, yeah. Gonna fuck you full of my babies. Take it! Fuck!" Shane's brain has leaked out his ears, his voice slurring as his words are punched out of him. "Ye-eah, mmb-uh-by, yours-s 'lya!" Ilya does not slow his pace as he pants out, "Yeah? You wan' it now? Want my babies, Hollander? Fuck! You're so good, so good for me. Just taking it all. Gonna be my pretty wife. Gonna keep you full and pregnant. All mine." Shane is aware that he's come approximately thirty seconds after the fact. His vision comes back to him slowly, ears ringing as he tries to lift his head. His body is vibrating. He tunes in to Ilya still grunting above him, occasionally letting out what Shane supposes is a string of Russian, although everything sounds a bit gibberish to him at present.

He hears Ilya in the distance give a shout and then feels warmth spreading through him again. Fuck, he's supposed to be mad at Ilya. He buries his head in the pillows and shakes it side to side, whining. "N-no! No, no, nooo! Ilya, please!" Ilya lets out a groan, lazily moving Shane by his hips, back and forth on his softening cock as he rides out the waves of his second orgasm. "Mmph- off. G' off Ilya." Shane's protests are becoming less and less convincing. "No. Have to make sure it takes. Two big loads should make nice strong russian baby." Shane huffs out a breath. His words have lost their bite. "Fuckin' hate you. You tricked me." Ilya rolls them into their side, keeping them connected at the hips. He hooks his chin on Shane's shoulder, murmuring into his ear. One arm is thrown across his hip, rubbing soft circles on his stomach. "Is ok. I know you wanted it, even if you will not admit. You will look very sexy, all big and round belly. I will rub your feet and bring you snacks and take you to special baby doctor appointments. We will go buy tiny clothes and tiny pair of skates for our little star hockey player."

Shane sniffles, a tear sliding down his nose. "Stop it, Ilya." Ilya shuffles to press kisses up Shane's neck and across his cheek. "Oh malysh, you are sad I can't actually give you my baby? You want to keep trying?" Shane swats at his hand. "You're such an asshole. But you would be a good daddy. One day." Ilya bites his ear. "You will make me cry now Shane, and that is not good look for me after mind-blowing sex. You will think I am all soft inside." Shane reaches a hand up behind him to cup Ilya's cheek. "I already know you're a big softie. That's why I married you, idiot. Now clean up your mess or you're doing the dishes tonight." He giggles as Ilya pushes him back onto his stomach, tickling his ribs teasingly as he lays his weight in top of Shane. "Eww Ilya, the wet patch!" Ilya laughs as he starts easing himself out of Shane. "That is your mess, my love. Is ok, I know you can't help it. When your husband is sooo sexy." He massages his thumbs around Shane's hole, stretching and soothing as he works his soft cock out of Shane. Cum floods out of him, dribbling down to his balls. "Fuck, Shane. Seems such a waste. There's so much of it."

"Oh my god, Ilya," Shane whines. "Did you use the pin like I told you?" Ilya looks down at where the condom is sheathed on his cock, the whole end of it blown out and pushed up past his tip. He sheepishly answers, "Um, no?" Shane cranes his head to look back at Ilya, and his cock. "What the fuck, Ilya!? What did you do!?" His eyes are wide as he looks from Ilya's cock, to his face, back to his cock. "Well I wanted to be sure it would break, ok!" "What. Did. You use." Shane is stifling his own laughter as he looks at Ilya's face growing pink. "Might have used a…nn-f." He trails off, mumbling under his breath. Shane raises an eyebrow at him. "A knife, ok! I got sharp knife from kitchen and cut a little cross in it so it would burst open and I could fill you up, just like you wanted!" Hysterical laughter bursts out of Shane. "You're such a fucking idiot, I swear! You're lucky it didn't get stuck inside me!" He reaches out to grab the tissue box off the side table and throws it in the direction of Ilya's head. "Get your fucking cum out of me so we can cuddle already." Ilya catches the box and gets to work, but not without grumbling under his breath. "'Oh Ilya, please poke hole in condom and fuck me til you come and I will pretend I don't want it ok.' 'Yes ok Shane, anything for you.' Doesn't even want my cum now."

"Would you stop grumbling down there and get up here and kiss me? I know you love my horny ideas, just like you love me." Ilya throws the tissues off the bed and launches himself up to flop beside Shane, bouncing him on the bed. "Yes, Shane. I love you. Is why I just cleaned my cum out of your ass right now." Shane crinkles his face up. "Fuck you! You put it there! Now give me kisses and then help me think up some baby names." Ilya thinks Shane might actually kill him one day. He kisses his husband until they're both breathless. When they come up for air he says, "I like Kevin." "Ilya. We are not naming our baby Kevin." Ilya wraps his arms around Shane huffing him right as they drift off to sleep. "We will see, my Shane."

[bugslibraryy]

WAIT guys im not done horny posting… one more thing… Shane and Ilya have bare sex, ok and Shane is all have you ever you know done that with anyone before? And Ilya is like hm no not really and Shane is like what do you mean not really. And Ilya is like well with girls sometimes when I was drunk and being stupid, but I’d always pull out- I’ve only ever cum inside you Shane. And Shane is like. Oh. Because it kinda didn’t matter if Ilya had- but he kinda loves that only he’s given Ilya that. And then he’s just like “I can’t really picture you being able to pull out” and Ilya is like all eye brows and “what? What kind of chirp is this Hollander? I am not so stupid to maybe get someone pregnant” and Shane is just all shrug- “well whenever we- everytime we’ve fucked, even with a condom you don’t want to come anywhere but inside me. And you push in so deep when you cum sometimes it knocks my breath out. So. I just can’t see it” he shrugs and Ilya is all.

“What the fuck shane” and he’s maybe a little hard, and Shane is like “I mean it’s really hot. I like it. I just think you’d suck at pulling out” and he’s got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilya’s hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.

Once he’s all the way inside, mouth panting against Shane’s, Shane stroking his hand through his hair he’s like “make sure you pull out okay?” And Ilya pulls back to catch Shane’s eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like “of course baby, don’t wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if you’re knocked up” and Shane’s mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.

But it Shane so it’s game on and he swallows and he says “mm only if you can’t control yourself big boy” and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then they’re fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilya’s chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he won’t prove Shane right- he won’t but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilya’s thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after he’s cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he can’t he’s going to be good.

And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying “m close” Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- it’s the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, he’s nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling “Ilya Ilya” and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because it’s too good. It’s already heaven.

“Let go sweetheart” Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and he’s slurring out “don’t cum, don’t cum inside remember, you can’ get me pre” and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shane’s words stuttering until he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and he’s so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.

He’s never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilya’s back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and it’s not right it’s not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shane’s body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like it’s devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he can’t, he can’t stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shane’s, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he can’t make himself stop.

Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilya’s thrusts, his hand on Ilya’s cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh “fuck baby I love your cock” and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.

When they both have words again, Shane giggles, fuck drunk and swats at Ilya’s ass and Ilya is shaking his head and pinching at Shane’s sides and calling him a cheat! A fucking cheat! He didn’t play faiiir and Shane is laughing, open and happy and locks his legs behind Ilya’s back when he does threaten to pull out and kisses his head and tell him it’s okay he won’t tell alone his pull out game is weak and Ilya pins his hands to the bed to tickle him until Shane is kicking at him and flushed all the way down his chest and Ilya gives in. He slumps onto Shane, biting back his smile. Fuck Shane is so fun and lovely and hot and everything he could have ever wanted. He puts his hand over Shane’s stomach, spreading his cum out with his fingers, making a mess that Shane will start to bitch about in the next ten or so seconds but Ilya beats him to it, pulls back to look at Shane and ask “what will we call the baby?” And then Shane is pushing Ilya out of him, avoiding eye contact and flushing and stumbling on dazed legs to the shower. Ilya catches his smile in the bathroom mirror as Ilya chases after him.

[fuckrozanov]

when ilya asks shane “worth the wait? 😏” to get his ego stroked and then shane lays those tender loving kisses upon his face…….its so over for you fake ass idgafer i saw your resolve start to crumble🤣🤣🤣🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

[hudconera]

little gay yearning bottom eyes and big sexy russian to feast on

[prettyboyilyarozanov]

after the “plug at practice” incident hollanov get luca a remote controlled one that vibrates to wear to the next conditioning session (not an on-ice practice because that is probably too dangerous) and amuse themselves by turning it on when he’s trying to use the stationary bike, in the middle of a conversation with holmberg and lapointe 🙂‍↕️

OMG YESSSSS

they have so many remote control toys for him. ilya loves using the plug at conditionings and just in public generally. shane loves it, because a) the pressure is off of him for once and b) he thinks it’s hot, seeing luca squirming and trying to act natural when he’s about to fall apart. luca gets to a point where he hates getting on the bike, because he knows what’s coming. he hates being there at all, because he doesn’t know when they’re gonna turn it on. ilya makes sure that thing is gonna reach his prostate every single time he puts it in, and luca is blushing and whining before it’s even turned on

one day, luca is having a good talk with troy about their upcoming game. ilya isn’t turning on the toy yet. all is well. but then ilya rounds a corner and sees luca talking to troy. he knows that luca has a little bit of a crush on troy, and he grabs shane to make him watch. he turns the thing up to the highest setting, watching as luca squirms and makes soft noises while troy asks him if he’s okay. luca goes to make an escape, but sees ilya, who shakes his head and mouths for him to stay there. he doesn’t turn the thing off or down, and luca ends up cumming in his pants. right there in front of troy. luca has never been more mortified in his life. troy is still concerned, still looking at luca, before he sees ilya & shane and starts connecting dots. he just shakes his head and offers to help luca clean up, which luca accepts

ilya isn’t happy about that and leaves the vibrator on as a form of punishment

[aringofsalt]

i love the level of friendship that is "would you like early access to the porn that i'm writing"

[perlukafarinn]

first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets.

2013

They've been texting.

Not about Hollander's useless boyfriend, which kind of defeats the purpose of why Ilya gave him his number in the first place, but Ilya is in no hurry to remind him of that. He likes what they've got going right now, texting each other inane details about their everyday lives.

It started with Hollander asking about his glute routine, which Ilya took to mean he's been staring at his ass. When he replied to Hollander, saying as much, Hollander sent back an angry emoji and Ilya couldn't hold back a grin, picturing him blushing at his phone.

It gets to a point where they're texting almost daily. It's almost like they're friends, which is what gives Ilya the courage to suggest they hang out after a game again.

Hollander accepts. They play video games and talk shit, and it's fun, even though it's not what Ilya's been chasing Hollander for since they did that CCM commercial. At one point Ilya brings up Hollander's boyfriend, only to get roundly shut down, and well. Message received.

They make arrangements to meet up again after their next game in Boston. Ilya considers cancelling their plans when Sveta texts him, telling him she'll be in town, but he finds he doesn't really want to. So he doesn't.

No need to examine that further.

Sveta still comes to the game and sits in Ilya's seat, looking model gorgeous in his jersey. This is gonna start some rumors, Ilya knows, but he doesn't give a shit. There are worse things to be accused of than dating a beautiful woman.

He reconsiders his stance when Hollander scores and Sveta leaps to her feet cheering. He'd think she was doing it just to annoy him but then, he knows Hollander is her second favorite player. Or her favorite, depending on how recently Ilya pissed her off.

Still, not a great look for Ilya. It banishes any lingering guilt he has for blowing her off, at least.

After the game, he shoots off a quick text to Hollander with his address and be there in 30. He watches in bafflement as the typing dots appear and reappear four times before Hollander replies with a simple thumbs up.

Weird.

That tiny mystery gets solved when Hollander shows up at his place and his first words are, "I thought you'd be hanging out with your girlfriend tonight."

Ilya leans against the door frame, smirking. "You mean Sveta? She's not my girlfriend."

"She was at the game, wearing your jersey" Hollander says. His cheeks have gone faintly pink. He brushes past Ilya, pausing in the entryway to take off his shoes. "I just figured."

"Jealous?"

"Kind of," Hollander says, but before Ilya can feel too satisfied about that, he adds, "I mean, Brian doesn't really like hockey but. It'd be nice to have the option to invite him."

Not even remotely what Ilya meant.

Then Hollander's statement sinks in.

"Doesn't like hockey?" he repeats incredulously. Is the man aware that he's dating Shane Hollander? "What do you even talk about, then?"

"Fuck you, I like things that aren't hockey."

"Name one."

Hollander glares at him. "I'm not entertaining that."

Which gives Ilya an excellent opening to keep poking fun, but he's more interested in another line of query. "What does your boyfriend like, then? Fucking," he waves his hand, "stocks, or whatever?"

"Not really." Hollander settles on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest. "He's in finance because he's good at it, not because he's passionate about it. He likes baseball, though."

"Ah. So he's boring, this is what you have in common."

Hollander straightens one leg, kicking Ilya in the side. "Did you invite me here just to chirp me?"

"Yes," Ilya says, catching Hollander's foot when he predictably tries to kick him again. He squeezes it once before letting go. "You should be honored, I gave up a guaranteed chance of getting laid for this."

Hollander freezes. "But - you said she's not your girlfriend."

"She is just a friend," Ilya confirms. "But we fuck sometimes. I don't really do relationships."

"I've noticed."

"You've been stalking me in the tabloids?"

The comment is said quietly, and it takes Ilya a moment to parse what it means. He grins.

"Fuck off, no I haven't." Hollander clears his throat, looking off. "Hockey players like to gossip, it's impossible to avoid hearing about you."

Ilya hums, not sure if he believes him.

"Would you want to be in a relationship?" Hollander asks, surprising him. "If you met the right person?"

Ilya shrugs, uncomfortable. "Maybe. I haven't met them yet, so is hard to say."

He looks at Hollander across the couch to find him already staring back. Hollander flushes, caught, but doesn't look away.

It feels like a lie, even if it's not meant to be. Ilya can't picture himself in a relationship, can't picture a partner at least, but thinking about it sparks an ache deep in his chest.

The silence stretched between them, and for once in his life Ilya has no desire to fill it.

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[bluegiragi]

morning run

(shower scene will be on patreon)

[fuckrozanov]

thinking about shane and ilya at some nhl alumni event years in the future….their relationship is old news and literally no one bats an eyelash at them anymore plus they’re staying in some penthouse suite where nobody can hear them but anyway ilya is fucking shane through the mattress and covers his mouth with one hand like “shush hollander you’re going to get us caught” and shane comes so hard he blacks out

[perlukafarinn]

Svetlana visits Shane and Ilya and stays with them for a few days and one night, when they've been sitting on the sofa and talking for hours, she starts reminiscing about childhood memories.

Shane is delighted and Ilya is embarrassed, especially when Svetlana starts talking about when they first met at age eight and how sweet and sensitive Ilya was.

"He was a little bit of a crybaby," she says with a teasing grin.

Ilya pouts, which does nothing to dispel the crybaby allegations.

"He brought an injured bird home once," Svetlana continues fondly. "When it died, he was inconsolable for days."

"What child wouldn't cry over a dead bird?" Ilya mutters, leaning in when Shane strokes his hair comfortingly.

"We gave it a funeral. Ilyushka carved it a tiny little cross."

Ilya huffs. "Jesus, why are we talking about funerals now? How depressing. Didn't you used to be fun, Sveta?"

Svetlana throws a pillow at him.

Later, once Shane and Ilya are alone in bed, Shane leans his head on Ilya's shoulder and tells him, "I wish I'd known you back then."

"Little crybaby Ilyushka?"

Shane pinches his chest. "Yes, little crybaby Ilyushka, you asshole. Sveta said you were sweet. You probably would've been nice to me."

"Am I not nice to you now?" Ilya wonders. "I always fuck you so good."

"That's not even remotely what I'm talking about. I just mean, maybe we would've been friends." Shane swallows. "I didn't really have any friends back then."

He'd been too weird. Too quiet most of the time, and too loud when he wasn't. He likes the thought that maybe sweet and sensitive Ilya, who cried for days over a dead bird he couldn't save, would have been kinder to him than the other kids were.

Ilya exhales shakily, breath tickling the top of Shane's head. "Yes, of course I would've been your friend. We would be, ah, childhood sweethearts?"

Shane's heart jumps at the idea. "Childhood sweethearts," he echoes happily.

Ilya hums. "Yes, I think so. Poor little Ilyushka would be defenseless against your boring Canadian charm."

"Poor big Ilyushka didn't do such a great job of resisting me, either."

"That is true," Ilya agrees.

He gently grasps Shane's chin, tilting his face up to meet him for a kiss.

[the-haiku-bot]

He gently grasps Shane’s

chin, tilting his face up to

meet him for a kiss.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[shilyas]

cock worship by Shane can be so personal.

getting on his knees during their first hookup without being asked bc he had to have Ilya’s cock in his mouth, had been fantasizing about it. not wanting to let Ilya leave a hookup without having tasted Ilya's cock, bc he always wants a taste. how hot he finds Ilya fucking his mouth w/ his cock to the point of tears. how he loves the sensation of Ilya’s cock becoming hard in his mouth, on his tongue, sighs, moans, eyes roll back when it happens, giving small kisses to it, mouthing gently around it, licking everywhere. how, while sucking Ilya’s cock in the shower, he thought about having a yoga mat in the bathroom for easy access so his knees wouldn’t get tired, so he could suck Ilya’s cock longer. how hard he’s worked at sucking cock, wanting Ilya to feel good, bc Ilya’s cock makes him feel so good. how, sometimes, he gives Ilya’s cock a parting kiss after blowing him. how he can come by simply sucking Ilya’s cock.

how a 2-hour drive w/ a plug in was a must bc he wanted to be so ready for Ilya’s cock, didn’t want to waste any time, how he didn’t even give Ilya a chance to tease him first, just immediately pulled Ilya’s underwear down & got his mouth right on his cock & when Ilya pulled away to try to take back some control, Shane chased after his cock, making Ilya feel worshipped & tearing up at how beautiful Shane looked on his knees for him. how he had to pull over w/ said plug in bc he wanted to come bc of Ilya's cock, not bc of the toy. how eagerly he raises his ass in the air to receive Ilya’s cock.

when Ilya said Shane was the one calling the shots during phone sex, the first thing he asked Ilya to do was to touch his cock bc he needed to see that, even tho he would’ve preferred sitting on Ilya’s lap more than anything, he needed to see Ilya touching his cock. how much he needed to wrap his hand around Ilya’s cock & his cock at the same time, how good that felt to him & Ilya.

how much he loves riding Ilya’s cock, loves bouncing on it, grinding down hard on it, loves watching Ilya panting beneath him, loves the way his ass can reduce Ilya to a puddle by how good it makes Ilya's cock feel. loves it even more when he’s pushed onto his back or pressed onto his stomach bc Ilya knows Shane wants to be fucked harder, deeper, that he wants to feel his cock for days. telling Ilya on several occasions how much he loves his cock.

how bratty and whiny he can be bc he needs Ilya's cock inside him, is desperate for it, wants Ilya to hurry. asking Ilya, “are you gonna fuck me?” or saying “please fuck me” telling him he needs him, needs his cock. how, after so many years, he’s still surprised at how full he feels when Ilya’s cock is inside him, how nothing could ever make him feel as full as Ilya’s cock. how he's been w/ two other men & they couldn't compare to Ilya, couldn't compare to what Ilya's cock does to him. how he loves watching Ilya’s cock shoot bc of him. how wild it makes him feel when Ilya comes inside him bc his body did that to Ilya's cock.

god, he really loves Ilya’s cock. but more than anything, he loves how worshiping Ilya's cock makes Ilya feel.

[hollanderthoughts]

The problem with casual sex is like well you’re the first and only person who’s ever seen and been inside of my hole and I don’t trust another living soul to see me that vulnerable ever in my life. Maybe if we cut out the after sex cock warming it’d be less of a thing but I’d rather die. I’d rather die.

[unkillable-gays]

fanfic authors love to have Hayden traded to Ottawa, and I've seen a few posts about Marleau moving there as well.

I'm just imagining a Centaurs team where their first line is Ilya/Troy/Marleau and their second line is Shane/Luca/Hayden, like? 😅😂 the tonal whiplash??

The rest of the league would definitely have a nickname for each squad lol. Line Asshole is going to start out the game bullying you about your deepest insecurities, and then they rotate out and the 3 most polite guys in the league appear and sincerely congratulate you on your engagement. (They do all still kick your ass, though.)

[blanklier]

yes i put ilya in sha hualing's outfit, i have no regrets

no outfit version under the cut

[suraks-sweet-tits]

Ilya: Yuna, I was wondering what happens to picture from billboard when they switch it out? Who gets to keep the giant picture of Shane like that?

Shane: Ilya, we are not getting old billboard vinyl sent to our home! *in Russian* And stop talking to my mother about you wanting big photos of me in boxers and a tank top! It's weird!

Ilya: You are so right, moya lyubov. New is much better. Yuna, can we put a condition in Shane's modelling contracts that they make extra copy of billboard for "quality control" and send it to our home?

And, because I love him, Ilya eventually gets his way and it is up in the wall of one of the garages and Shane refuses to go in there. I mean obviously Ilya eventually convinces him to fuck in front of it multiple times but normally Shane refuses to be in the same room as it.

[ilyapasta]

Regarding your tags here: Okay if it's alright with you, one day is today, and I will do it on your ask box because yes, YES!

Whenever this scene shows up I just go on a journey. It's ahah Ilya you're so funny, I love how you know you're charming and hot, I love your confidence. And then he keeps starring and just standing there, panting, and it's already heartbreaking to me on the show but then the GIF has him on a loop forever waiting. For Shane's veredict, for Shane's approval, not of him as a person, of course, but he has a good body. I can fuck you, Shane, I can be funny and sexy for you, Shane, I can annoy you and poke at you, Shane, nothing else, I will not try to be anything more than that, I swear, I learned my lesson, do you want me, do you like me, do you do you do you???

It breaks my heart that Ilya knows he wants more from Shane, but they can't have it, and Shane doesn't want it anyway, he made that clear, so he'll give Shane only what he wants to get from Ilya, he'll be whatever Shane wants him to be. Ilya has settled for what he can get, and he will not ask for more, he knows what happened the last time he tried to see what more would feel like. If Shane really is giving him another chance, Ilya will be soooo cool and chill, he has no inner world, he is Shane's fun, no stress hook up. That's all Shane wants, and to Ilya that sounds about right, that tracks, Ilya is a hot body and a fat wallet, and he should keep whatever else he is to himself because who would want to look at that.

Except then Shane does want to look at that, Shane holds him, Shane asks questions, Shane wants to call on the phone and wants to help, if he can, Shane wishes he spoke Russian so he could learn about Ilya's sadness, Shane makes a whole fucking plan just to be closer to Ilya, to have a chance at a future with Ilya 😭

Sorry to come here and blabber on the ask box, but I felt you would understand and I need to share abt my obsession with this shot. All comments I've seen abt this scene are on Shane putting on sunglasses so no one knows what I'm looking at Hollander, which yes, so correct, but Shane looks so calm and confident and Ilya looks so on edge to me (the panting from the swimming doesn't help) and it drives me crazy (esp because of how Ilya's whole settling for what he can get deal will come back to bite them in the ass in a couple years), and I needed to see someone who also saw it too. I'm sure stuff abt it is out there, I'm not unearthing anything, I just haven't happened to come across it. Thank you if you read all of this ahah

Oh I read it all, because I'm right there with you. The whole Tampa thing is Ilya trying to hit reset on their dynamic. Not that Ilya was trying to propose marriage to Shane with the Tuna Melts, but he was trying to change up their dynamic and just PLAY with Shane more. He wants more time with him, because Shane is his favorite. He wasn't examining it any deeper than that, so he doesn't know he fucked up until he fucked up. To me, tuna melts was him saying "I like you, I want to have a regular thing where we hook up and spend time together, still no strings!" and he didn't think it through or communicate that effectively, so he thinks that EVEN THAT is asking too much of Shane.

So he jokes: You look pretty today. Hollander can you give these kids some money I don't have my wallet. Great goal. Found you! But I wasn't looking for you, haha silly Hollander. Yes, yes, let's meet up in my hotel room. This is normal. We can have it all back Hollander, just the way it was before. And I promise I'll keep it light this time.

Like you said! Ilya thinks his value is in serving other people—being funny, sexy, generous with money, generous with his body. To quote YOU, the philosopher of origin: "If Shane really is giving him another chance, Ilya will be soooo cool and chill, he has no inner world, he is Shane's fun, no stress hook up. That's all Shane wants, and to Ilya that sounds about right, that tracks, Ilya is a hot body and a fat wallet, and he should keep whatever else he is to himself because who would want to look at that."

And then Shane comes in and oh, he's serious. He wants to have a serious conversation but wait! Ilya can still brush this off. He can still make it light because Hollander LOVES when Ilya teases him. So he teases him about being gay, but Shane sees through it. So Ilya goes to his second reliable tactic, getting mean like "oh my god Hollander this is so boring and stupid to talk about" growing into "What the fuck does it matter?" BUT THEN that makes Shane hit him with the "I don't think I can pretend I don't like you anymore" and that throws Ilya. Because what the fuck.

"You don't like me" might be the first sincere thing Ilya has said! "I think I like you a little too much" Stop stop stop Hollander this is too much, this is pointless, this can't happen. YOU said it yourself Hollander, you made me remember that we can't be anything, and now you are—

At this point Shane is already in Ilya's lap like "get cherished, idiot."