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HEATED RIVALRY | 1.02

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HEATED RIVALRY 1.02

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Good morning, today I’m thinking about Shane giving Ilya cuteness aggression.

It’s their first full day at the cottage for the summer and Shane is still sleeping off their “love making” (Ilya’s words) from the night before, but Ilya’s up and about in the kitchen cooking breakfast for them both. He’s humming to himself and, ok, maybe woolgathering a bit about how perfect last night was, how he can still feel where Shane’s teeth sunk into his shoulder as he trembled and shook and came. But he snaps back to himself when he hears Shane call out “Ilya?” from the en suite bathroom.

“Kitchen!” he calls back, turning as Shane pads out of the bedroom and, oh

Shane’s hair is sticking up in the front, and he’s got the imprint of a pillow crease on his cheek, and the blurred edge of a hickey Ilya left the night before is peeking out from under the neck of one of Ilya’s shirts, and the tops of his thighs are just showing under its hem, and there are hickeys there too, too many to count, and Shane is holding his toothbrush in one hand and saying something about toothpaste, but Ilya can hardly hear it over the rushing in his ears, and then he’s scooping Shane up in his arms and kissing biting kissing over the pillow print on his cheek and Shane is laughing so bright and happy as Ilya says “gonna eat you up, kotonok.”