i am very brave.

[hothockey]

what's important to remember about the 'we didn't even kiss' unsent text is that shane is not mad at ILYA about the sex they had. he leapt readily into the sex, slutty arch that ensared millions on display etc.

no, shane's in the elevator, biting his lips red, wishing it was ilya's spit he was tasting and he is mad at HIMSELF for wanting to be kissed, for wanting MORE and recognizes (by ilya setting the tone of the sex as competitive -- not personal, by his own estimation of their relationship) that what sex they SHOULD/MUST be having according to the twin torture nexus is not sex where they kiss each other like they need each other's mouth to breathe. 'we didn't even kiss' is 'i, shane hollander, once again want something i cannot have, because that is what i do, lug around a want so ugly and so loud and so mighty that i fear people can read it at a glance across 200 ft of cold, powdery ice.'

[bobdylanyaoi]

“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.

[penandinkprincess]

cackling about the idea of shane and ilya getting separated on the bench from time to time and the public thinks "oooh, trouble in paradise? the rivalry rearing its head again?? hollander getting fed up with rozanov??"

and the truth is that the team was playing against someone ilya and/or shane ESPECIALLY hates, which means shane was dropping the most vicious, lethal reads known to man and making ilya crack tf up to the point that they were attracting attention and the coach was just afraid of someone reading lips and getting them all in trouble

and signficantly, the three person buffer between them just keeps shane from SAYING his comments

he and ilya are still leaning forward and backward to look at each other and exchange "mhm" "mhm" looks that still make it clear they're still communicating their thoughts perfectly fine

[grabmyboner]

Shane putting his hand on Ilya’s throat, tell me more

“You good, Rozanov?” Shane asks, a cocky smirk resting on his lips and his brown eyes hazy with lust.

He’s looking down at Ilya who is on the couch, with Shane straddling his lap and the tip of his cock being clenched by Shane’s tight hole. He is dizzy with Shane’s strength, how he holds himself just above Ilya’s cock and rocks so slightly to swallow the head but never fully taking the whole thing. How his abs clench with the slow and control the rock of his hips.

A big calloused hand reaches up and lands on Ilya’s throat, wrapping firm across it just enough to feel a little struggle from his Adam’s apple as he gulps.

“I said—are you good, Ilya?” Shane repeats, using his grip on Ilya’s neck to push his chin up make eye contact with him fully. Ilya’s head drops onto the back of the couch and he nods small and fast, his hair scratching at the material.

“Ye-yeah, yes, good.” He gets out. He sounds drunk almost. Drunk on the strength of Shane, on the control he has.

He has Ilya at his mercy right now. He could ask him to do anything and he would without a thought.

Shane takes that dazed drunk look of Ilya in, eyes bouncing across his tacky sweaty skin, and he licks a tongue over his bottom lip before drop his hips down in a deep roll that has Ilya bottoming out as Shane pushes a little firmer on his throat.

“Fuckin—” Ilya’s eyes roll back in his head and his hands grasp for dear life on Shane’s hips.

Shane does an airy chuckle as he grinds back and forth in Ilya’s lap.

He loosens his grip on Ilya’s neck, but doesn’t remove his hand, just rubs his calloused thumb back and forth soothingly as he torments Ilya with his hips.

[velvetys]

Everything used to be 20 dollars and now that I finally have 20 dollars everything is now 200 dollars

[kobrafangs]

let’s go centaurs!

[ccrux00]

let's meet soon

[ccrux00]

you'd play in ottawa?

[crossnecklace]

inconsequential shane headcanon before bed i think he’s annoyingly good at pool. like he can shoot with his eyes closed and with the stick behind his back and he can hit the most insane combos and he’s a legend at this one dive bar in montreal because he once won a game without the other player ever once getting a turn. and ilya acts sooo bitchy about it cuz he sucks at pool oh look mr. billiards he knows how to hit a ball into a hole with a stick wow so impressive should we throw a party should we call tony soprano? but then shane is like watch i’m gonna send in these three all at the same time and here’s how. and he turns his hat backwards and bends down and pokes his tongue out in concentration and slides the stick between his long thick fingers a few times before he takes the shot and he sinks all 3 balls exactly the way he’d described he would and ilya has to suck him off in the bathroom about it

[qqchurch]

[heymacy]

This is Ilya Rozanov. But you already know that.

[blueboxbeagle]

By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

[sonneillonv]

As a Dungeon Master I nearly scrolled past this before my brain kicked my own ass and reminded me that I have tried looking up 'Blue Gemstones' at LEAST a dozen times in the last six months and never found anything this helpful.

[sonacava]

hockey yaoi got me ✋✋✋✋

[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[rootbeergoddess]

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

[shanesleftskate]

hollanov initiating sex the same way players get into fights on the ice, just looking at each other and ilya goes ‘you want it?’ And Shane’s already nodding ‘yeah, yeah’ and then they’re all over each other.

[oberonworshipper]

people who think the jedi council were bad guys or “the most corrupt” are literally falling to empire propaganda.

it- it’s in the movies guys… you don’t even have to watch clone wars…

[myshangel]

Ilya sucking shane while fingering him

I'm too tired to get my ipad out and give a proper reply but yes........ he's got him naked and sprawled out on the bed and ilyas got his mouth on him and he brings him riiiight to the edge before pulling off and saying "oh, sorry, did you want something?"

eventually he lets shane come down his throat and he swallows every drop. Ilya pulls off and rests his chin on shanes hip and shane blinks down at him all blissed out and says "what? why are you smiling at me like that?"

and ilya wants to say like what, but he doesn't need to, because he knows he looks like a shark or a wolf or whatever predator shane wants him to be. so instead he just kisses his way back down the v of shanes hip to his half hard cock, peppering the head with kisses and smiling when shane hisses and shudders with the overstimulation. shane's rock hard again before long, and when ilyas found a good rhythm, steady, letting shane's cock bump the bank of his throat, he finally, slowly starts to move his hand down.

he doesn't even need lube; Ilya's been sucking him so long he's a mess of drool and come, so he just gathers some of the wetness up and presses the tip of his finger into his tight hole. and shane groans and arches up off the bed and says "fuck, baby, love your mouth so much, love your fingers," and on and on in that beautiful begging lilt of his.

and Ilya pulls off again and says "you don't come again until three fingers, okay?"

shane moans and whines and pulls ilyas hair, tried to get his mouth back on his cock, babbling "yeah, yes, of course, whatever you want, I promise," and he's so beautiful and Ilya is so fucking hard that he doesn't draw it out as much as he'd like to. he swallows shanes cock again and works his way up to three fingers, stretching him and brushing his prostate and finding a rhythm between the thrusting of his fingers and the bobbing of his head.

shanes writing, entire body flushed and sweating and shaking from the sensation of it all, moaning "please, ilya, fuck, you feel so good, can i? i need it, baby, please,"

and ilya is a gentleman so he pulls off but keeps fucking him with his fingers, wraps his free hand around shanes swollen cock and says "yes, sweetheart, you can come, but I want to see it."

shane comes all over ilyas hand, not as much as the first time but still an impressive showing. ilya pulls his fingers out and smiles when he groans at the loss; swipes two fingers through shanes release and crawls up his beautiful body, pushes them past his pretty pink lips. and shane is so good and so hungry for it he doesn't even need instructions, sucks his own come off ilyas fingers like it's nothing, ruts up weakly when ilya grinds his cock into his hip.

"selfish bunny," ilya tuts, nipping and kissing at shanes jaw, "coming all over yourself twice, and i haven't even come once. is not very nice, hollander."

shane tangles both of his hands in ilyas hair, pulls him back up to kiss him, all teeth and tongue.

"fuck me," he pants, breath hot against ilyas mouth, "please. fuck me. want you to come in me. please, baby."

it's really all the promoting that Ilya needs, pulling back and nudging shanes knees apart, spreading his legs wider and getting a good view of his puffy hole.

"you come down my throat, you come on my fingers, now you want to come on my cock, too? so greedy."

and he can't help himself, so he taps the head of his own heavy, achingly hard cock against shane's entrance and smiles even wider when shane whines and squirms beneath him.

"fuck, please, ilya, 's too much, fuck me, please, wanna come on your cock, want you to fill me up, please,"

and he asks soooo nicely, who is Ilya to deny him??