࿇ ▩ .. 𝕽ᵒ𝓏𝐚𝔫ₒv̲

𝙸    ᴡᴀɴᴛ     ᵀᴼ  ᴮᴱ    𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝   ! 𝙸    ᴡᴀɴᴛ     ᵀᴼ  ᴮᴱ         (  𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉   !  )

[rozqnov]

co-captaining with : ◟ @hollandeir ◝ ⋆˖ ‧  ❤︎⁠ ②④ on the bench with : ◟ @tenshiei , @fukstar , @kingprix ◝

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 | 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧

[hollandeir]

even their handshake makes shane feel like he's buzzing, the anticipation of their time behind closed doors creeping up into his thoughts and making a home there. ilya could describe what he's going to do to him all he wants, but nothing ever compares to the real thing. no doubt ilya will also surprise him with ideas of his own, their need to keep each other on their toes never wavering.

he takes ilya's rhetorical question to heart, scoffing. nothing he hasn't heard before, even his parents often wondering what on earth to get him for each birthday and christmas. the truth is, shane would be perfectly content with just getting a pair of new socks, so long as they're not too tight on his toes or ankles. ❛ why was it hard? i still read a lot, you know. you could've gotten me a book and that would've been fine. or a new blender. ❜ preferably one that can handle making his daily breakfast smoothies. ❛ now i'm a little worried about what the presents are, if it took you forever to pick them. ❜ worried is a slight exaggeration, but shane is curious. no doubt it will be either something sentimental or practical, ilya knowing him well enough by now to pick up on the things shane will actually appreciate. eating in silence, he watches his boyfriend from across the table and tries to focus on the gift aspect of their after dinner plans rather than the request he'd made over text. those desires can wait until they're safe and completely alone.

dinner is as lovely as shane expected it to be from the second ilya had let slip that there was going to be an outing at all tonight. there are moments during it where he forgets they're supposed to be pretending to be mere associates at all, adding to the way his heart feels lighter somehow, usual birthday anxiety on the back burner. he doesn't indulge in any dessert, avoiding ilya's eyes when he politely declines, but he does try to make up for it by finishing the rest of his wine. happy and giggly when at last they arrive home and cross the threshold into a world of their own, shane toes his dress shoes off and loops his arms around ilya's neck, still giggling as he presses soft, sloppy kisses to ilya's jaw.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── ilya loved tipsy / @hollandeir. 

hearing his boyfriend giggle his way through dinner was enough to silence the persistent temptation to put his hands on him , as annoying as that was . for all that , just being there with shane made him happier than anything else ever could . it reminded him of their night out with ryan price and his boyfriend , fabian . shane was so close but ilya could not touch . it made his skin feel like it was on fire but being in his presence alone somewhere that wasn’t one of their houses was plenty to hold him over until they got home . it made the release that much sweeter . the torture might have been part of the fun that night too , just like it was now . legs intertwined , indulging on expensive wines and cuts of meat they would never get on a weeknight , ilya relaxes and enjoys the company of the man he loves until he can finally release his restraints . 

when they get home , they are quick to tear off their shoes and engulf each other completely . lips on his jaw , ilya makes haste to stick his hands under shane’s sweater and feel the skin of his back while letting shane attack him with his mouth . the hem of the fabric rides up with his wrists , becoming increasingly restrictive .  his smell , the feeling beneath his hands as the muscles of shane’s moved , the entirety of him was already eliciting curses from ilya’s tongue . the night was not over yet , it was true . swallowing hard , pulling his head back a bit from shane’s lips , ilya has to stop himself . ──── ❛ ah , ah , ah . let's calm down , birthday boy . i still have presents for you . then i will to whatever you want , okay ?  ❜

smoothing out his own shirt and giving shane's ass a cheeky little pinch , he grabs shane’s hand and exasperatingly drags them up the stairs . in the room they shared when they were together sat a bed . a bed was always there , yes , but this one was new . the old mattress now in the back of the movers truck , the new one sat high off the ground and was piled high with new bedding and decorative pillows . white , crisp sheets paired with a blue duvet and dotted with dark , yellow decorative pillows . embroidered on the two white shams in the front are dark red numbers : 24 and 81 . he knows shane will know it is different , the man had an eye for these things . sitting on the bed , ilya pats the spot next to him .      ────      ❛ i figured you could use an upgrade . i know you do not sleep well when i am not here . i thought maybe a new mattress could help . plus , is organic . and the reviews said it was very , very sturdy .. ❜      in the middle of the bed sits a small box wrapped in gold ribbon and a larger box tied up the same . in the smaller box , a custom made rolex apple watch band . ilya had reached out to yuna for this one , asking for shane’s contact with the brand to get his boyfriend a custom piece made . in the larger , a guard m1 parquet xl miele vacuum .       ────      ❛ come . open up your other gifts . ❜

[wyatthazy]

fave ilya looks in S1 (9/x): the backwards cap, sunglasses, and cutoff tank is really inspired. on him specifically.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── @fukstar   asked    ( ' 𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. ’ ( 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙲𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙽 ) )   from  ⤵  𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱 !

❛  okay . so go and get one . Я тебе не мама . just because you are big , famous guy does not mean i am going to get you whatever you want ! do you not have fans for this ? ❜ he's joking ... sort of . ilya was not ilya if he was not giving his friend a rough go of things . call it his love language — if he likes you , prepare for the biggest shit head of all time to bombard you with rage baits and quick chirps . time on the ice made them come out a little too easy . and he was excited to see his friend . besides , he's already pulling the pack of marlboro reds from his pocket , digging for the zippo inside too . he bites one between his teeth from the box , mouth halfway occupied as he tosses the pack to his friend . in a sing - song voice , he steps close , hand around the flame to guard it from the wind . ──── ❛  say ' thank you ilyushka . ' ❜

[hollandeir]

as soon as the passenger door closes and he's left alone for a brief moment, shane begins to second guess himself. he feels small. not in physicality, but in the overall sense of how he's been perceived his whole life. unassuming, quiet, invisible to most of those he is forced to coexist with in this small town. shane is used to flying under the radar and has found peace within that already, keeping to himself and minding his business. he doubts anyone has ever given him a second look. but ilya has, and shane knows this because long before they'd ever spoken two words to each other that had nothing to do with lecture or homework, he'd caught the professor staring at him from across the room as shane had taken tidy, color-coded notes on whatever topic was up for discussion that day.

ilya's words sink in, and shane nods slowly. he understands the repercussions, had understood them well before he'd chosen to get into the car with him. but the sad fact of the matter is that no one will likely even notice to begin with. even now, as shane looks out the window before turning back to stare at ilya from across the center console, there is no one outside to witness their departure. it mirrors shane's constant isolation, the reality that even in a parking lot where he expects to find other people, there aren't any to speak of. he licks his lips, a nervous habit, and fidgets with the seat belt as he puts it on to make his decision known. ❛ no one's going to find out. i don't really... talk to anyone. and they don't talk to me. ❜ color floods his cheeks again, the admission pathetic to his own ears. he hopes the truth doesn't make ilya look at him differently. ❛ but i guess if anyone asks, i can say i came over to borrow some books. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── tongue darting across / @hollandeir’s lips , ilya does well in not reaching across the car and gathering it in his own mouth .

to behold himself as unassuming was not even close to what ilya perceived shane as . the russian can recall the first day of class , his nine am european history class , in which shane was present . ilya could smell him from down the hall of that musty old building , something sweet and verdant with life . determination , heart beating steady with a handful of neatly organized books and paper . freckles . dark hair , glistening from the rain that hit the window just then . in his some odd two hundred years since his turning during the french invasion , he could not recall a human so entirely enticing . his earnestness was clear , visage unlike anything ilya had laid his hazel eyes that were threatening to phase red on . he had known men —  soldiers , artists , visionaries and he had known women —  teachers , actresses , scholars , but none had ilya known as delicate and beautiful as shane hollander . from that day on , he knew this student would be a problem for him . and he , fortunately , was not one to rid himself of temptation without tasting first . 

ilya’s lips perk up in the corners , watching as the flustered man in his car attempts to come up with an answer to his question . shane was smart and practical , quick in a pinch , and ilya commended his intelligence . ever the inquisitive mind , shane often gave poised and concise answers to questions that left ilya reeling . shane was never satiated when it came to his ability to surprise his teacher . he had to keep doing it . nodding once , curtly with satisfaction , ilya turns and puts the car in drive , speeding off into the darkness and drizzle . ilya is suddenly aware of the sound of shane breathing, sending his senses into hyperdrive . each breath is a reminder that shane was human , achingly tender and ready to take . biting the skin at his lip , ilya turns on music in an attempt to calm his own nerves . he could not recall the last time he got nervous , but if he had to guess , it also involved shane hollander . ──── ❛ i am glad you are coming . you are smart . and an adult  . but i wanted to make sure we were both on the same page here .  ❜      it was his poor attempt at trying to gauge the situation . if ilya had his way he would take shane into his apartment and let his body take over , in whatever way that meant , but the likelihood of that seemed … small . what did this mean for him ? what did it mean for shane ? as they stop at a red light , ilya looks over to shane , basking in the hot glow of it's color .      ────      ❛ you know i am fond of you , yes ? ❜

[hollandeir]

❛ do you really think that's a good idea when all you do is fight with each other? ❜ and if they're not arguing, they're throwing sly digs that shane ends up being in the middle of. it would be a lie for him to say he isn't tired of that aspect as well, even if ilya is simply reacting to the hostility that hayden has always shown him. they're grown men, shane silently tries to reason with himself each time it happens, they can work things out without me having to play mediator. maybe if he says it enough times, he'll begin to believe it. ❛ i just wish he would trust me when i tell him that i know what i'm doing. what i want. it's not fair that i get treated like a baby who doesn't know any better. it's insulting. i mean, we've been together for years. if i wanted an out like he thinks i do, then i would've taken it by now. ❜

the thought of being set up with someone else makes shane's skin crawl. he can't even imagine what it feels like for ilya to have to stand by and hear about how there are active plots against him to have shane nudged into the concept of going on a blind date now that he's out to his teammates. shane thinks he would burn the whole world down if someone told ilya to see other people, which isn't logical but feels equal enough to the pain in shane's chest at the thought. another person kissing ilya, touching him, god, even holding his hand ... shane closes his eyes now to stop himself from crying again. he's done enough of that today. ❛ can i just sleep on it? i'm really tired. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the words wash over the pair in the gentle , comforting silence of their room . hugging / @hollandeir close to his side , ilya falls to the wayside of his boyfriend , pulling him to his chest . 

a hand goes to his dark hair first , the second finding his back to run up and down his spine in auspicious repetition . he knows shane full well , when he’s reached his limits and when he needs to be held together . so ilya will hold him , press kisses to his hair , and keep him from falling apart . the flack they got for simply existing with each other was what they had worked so hard to avoid by keeping everything so under wraps , but when the people you thought you could trust let you down , it does not draw any comfort to the cause . they were not going to figure it all out in a day , after all this was both of their first times navigating something so fragile . but in each other’s arms , they could find comfort that only the other could provide . squeezing his arms tightly in a reassuring grip , ilya nods his head with a whispered ‘mhm’ at shane’s request . his own eyes feeling tired , heart apathetic to anything but the man he loved , ilya sinks into the pillow with lips pressed to shane’s hair . 

❛ we will talk to him . and he will understand . maybe not now ,  but someday . and if he does not , then he will miss out on being friends with the most special man on this stupid earth . and at that point , let him . he does not deserve you any way .  ❜      the night had been so emotional , tasted like salt from tears and spit . ilya never meant it to get this far from his grasp . what started as a joke spiraled into something very real , something they would both have to learn . there was no fear , however . with shane , there was nothing he could not get through , this he was confident in . when things got hard , and they most likely would continue to get increasingly so , as long as he had this to return home to at the end of it all , each and every bump in the road would be insignificant . sometimes , the fish did feel too big to fry , especially when it came to delicate things like friendships or his teammates . ilya simply refused to let these things be the things that tore down the strongest person he knew . ────  ❛ whatever you need . i am here . just rest now , moya malysh . понял тебя . ❜

[hollandeir]

shane knows ilya is just being a pain, none of what he says truthful in the least bit. but who would he be if he didn't follow up every statement his boyfriend makes with a question, in his infinitely inquisitive nature? ❛ okay. well if you're barely even attracted to me, then why did you get hard the other day when i was trying on my new socks? ❜ he remembers the moment vividly, sitting at the edge of the bed with his running shorts on and nothing else, making certain the newer socks in his arsenal weren't too tight on his toes, restrictive clothing a bother to shane whenever he attempts to expand his limited wardrobe. he'd looked up after pulling the socks all the way up past his ankles and seen ilya there in the doorway, peering over at shane like he was going to eat him.

with an eye roll and a smile shane goes in search of shirts for them both, choosing to grab a couple from the laundry room, freshly cleaned and smelling of the detergent they'd chosen together at some point when they'd started spending their summers together. shane hasn't gone back to his old one since, the newer scent a true comfort whenever they're separated by two or more hours of distance. it reminds him of cuddling together underneath cool sheets or ilya shoving his head up under shane's shirt as they relax on the couch. ❛ here, ❜ he says once he meets ilya in the truck, handing over a shirt. shane doesn't bother putting the other one on yet, placing it on the dashboard instead before buckling up. with no one else out here to witness their daily shenanigans, he doesn't feel the need to be on edge over his general appearance.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── heading out to the truck , a purchase actually approved by / @hollandeir , ilya just shakes his head and smiles as he slides his sneakers on . 

calling him on his bluff was one of shane’s favorite things . donning him an asshole or telling him to shut up when he spewed blatant lies in an attempt to get a rise from his boyfriend was everyday banter at this point . nothing made ilya more giddy than flirting with shane by trying to bait him into anger and nothing did the same for shane like telling ilya he was stupid for it . standing in the door , he watches as shane walks away , tempted once again already by the way he looks in his shorts . he figures they have plenty of time in the car to rile each other up , especially considering the point of their trip was to find more places to feel each other up . booting up the car , he turns on a gentle playlist he knows shane will like , and gets the air going so the cabin is a comfortable temperature . biting his cheek , ilya watches the door again too , ready to get an eyeful of shane again . he’s  greedy today , it seems . any look or touch he could make to consume more of shane was at the ready , jumping at the chance to attempt to fill up on his presence . 

as shane enters the car , ilya just watches with a half grin when he doesn’t put his shirt on . ilya does put his on though , not wanting to get too sweaty in the heat . going in reverse , ilya reaches over to pinch shane’s peck playfully through bared clenched teeth and a snarled lip . thinking about what shane said earlier , ilya couldn’t quite place what it was that made him so attracted to shane and whatever his deal with his socks was . perhaps it reminded ilya of when they were younger , or maybe it was because shane and his proclivity to having particular sock needs was just something so entirely him . ilya had not thought twice about his socks or how they felt on his feet until shane brought it up . the stark white always accentuated his calves , which ilya could often picture tightened around his waist or draped over his shoulders .  he did not know such care could go into washing or folding socks either . so when shane presented himself in his socks , his glasses , or anything else that made it clear to ilya that not everyone saw these things , it drove him a little mad . ──── ❛ for the record , i got hard because i was horny . not because your legs are very sexy in your stupid little socks . and not because i am attracted to you . why do you get hard when i spit on the ground ? or pinch you here ?  ❜ another playful pinch as he heads off down the gravel road toward the lake .

[rozqnov]

so think about THAT

[rozqnov]

i know youre all absolutely dying to know what ilyas room looks like in his stranger things verse so here you go !!!! this is where he makes out w his bf and plays radiohead too loud

[hollandeir]

there's a research paper due on tuesday for english that's calling shane's name. louder, however, is the siren call of spending time with ilya. too much on his plate lately has led to shane feeling a little overwhelmed: being smack dab in the middle of his second year at the local community college, hockey practice five days a week, his part-time job down at the sporting goods store to help pay for utilities at home. going to the library and finishing up that paper is the more rational thing to do, the thing someone practical like shane should be choosing, but the words spill from his lips before he can stop them. the suggestion hangs in the air, shane's gaze hopeful and cheeks tinged pink from the slight surprise of his own forwardness.

shane knows what it's like to be alone. he's felt it his whole life, something intrinsically different about himself that no one has ever been able to bring him comfort over. he used to think he was fine with it, but now? not so much. it's a restlessness that has begun to grow within him, a need for so much more out of life. a strange hunger to step outside of what he considers his norm. perhaps that's why he's standing here now. making sure his phone and earbuds are in his hoodie pocket, shane gets into the car.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the professor watches , makes sure / @hollandeir is safe inside cabin before shutting the door .

walking across to the other side of the car should take less than a second , and his nerves almost kick into gear , making him blast across the ground so fast shane wouldn’t have been able to see him . ilya realizes just how much he is going to have to control himself around shane . diminishing his abilities has never been something he had to worry about too much , always being alone he could move as quickly as he wanted or move anything in his way without much thought . around this human , however , he would have to hold himself back , no matter how on edge he made him . the man takes a breath , unnecessary yet calming , before pulling open the door and getting into the driver's seat . 

the discomfort , the need to pull back , was satiated by his realization that with shane , he didn’t have to be alone anymore . his life had been a lonely one since he was turned all those years back in russia , finding fulfillment in teaching in an attempt to distance himself from humanity . he was a danger to them , and despite caring deeply for human kind , knew he could not stay away . they were his people , once . any connection he could make at arms length , any knowledge he could share , made each millisecond of resistance he placed upon himself that much more tolerable . his attempts to be selfless also made him feel less guilty for when he did indulge in human blood . the local drifter or a drunk man chasing after a girl in a dark alley . his ethics were complicated , he knew that , now being tested even more so by the man in his car . his student no less . another person had never even been inside his car before , let alone someone he carried affections for . turning his torso towards shane , ilya catches his scent as the heat kicks in , blowing the flush of his cheeks straight to his nose . his mouth waters at the temptation . ──── ❛ listen . if you come over , you cannot .. tell anyone about it . i would get fired . you would be withdrawn . Это такая грёбаная тупость . what are you going to say if someone finds out ?  ❜ a test . class was in session : was it worth it to shane like it was worth it to ilya ?

[hollandeir]

words fail him, shane only able to respond in whines and whimpers at first. because he had wanted this to be the outcome, needy as he's been. he hasn't been signed the the centaurs for long, but most of the nerves have found themselves quelled for the time being with how kind and welcoming the team has been thus far. shane hopes it's because they genuinely are glad to have him, rather than their behavior reflecting what they think their beloved captain wants to see from them. captain. the word hops around shane's mind as if begging to be chosen, and he smiles to himself at concept of letting it slip, just to see what ilya will do. it's a fleeting thought that will return in a moment's time, shane letting himself enjoy how aggressive his husband is being and the fact that he already sounds so far gone. ilya pulls on his hair, and that's the last thread of restraint holding shane together, cut through cleanly. he makes sure to turn back as best he can and give ilya a pleading, submissive look that begs to be destroyed without a single word.

the fantasies they've played with before return in full force, like fucking at center ice with a full stadium crowd thanks to shane's one-off dream, simmering on the surface of his memories at ilya's words. his skin feels hot at the thought of people watching him be so wholly claimed, despite the mortification he feels in his everyday life at just being caught looking at his husband in any lustful, lingering way. ❛ they'd be jealous of me, ❜ shane breathes out, and no doubt they would be. a request perches on the tip of his tongue, making itself known after ilya rolls his hips. the sensation causes shane's thighs to tremble.

❛ want you to leave bruises now that i don't have to hide them. please. ❜ he thinks of all the times he'd had to face away in the locker room to change, not wanting to have to answer unpleasant questions from old teammates. the newfound freedom shane has now washes over him, voice low and breathy— ❛ please... captain. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── mouth open , just watching his husband before him , ilya just nods , drunk on pleasure , when / @hollandeir says they would all be jealous .

they would be jealous . who wouldn’t be . and not because ilya was the captain , or because shane was getting fucked by him , but because ilya was the one who got to be with shane . they loved him , they all fucking loved him . they welcome him back home like the comeback king he was , shouting his name in the crowd of the press conference when he announced his transfer and signing . it filled ilya with a pride he had not known since he married the man . being so intrinsically bound to shane was the only thing that made ilya prouder than his own years of achievements . they stood together at the top . every force that sought to pull them apart only gave them another reason to choose each other . shane was choosing ilya in this moment . begging to be marked and claimed and all of the other things ilya couldn’t do loudly before now . finding his hands now on shane’s hips , he lays down a challenge for anyone attempting to take what was his , and purposefully squeezes a little too hard . 

as he groans through clenched teeth , the russian just listens to the noises coming from his husband , the words that come out in pants that drive ilya as crazy as they did the first time they had sex . white , hot , and pulsing , the word “captain” is muttered into the air and rushes across ilya’s skin . breath picking up , ilya grits his teeth again as his mouth hardens . captain , captain , captain . ilya had not known hockey without knowing what it was like to be a captain . managing a team of twenty - three shit heads was what ilya was best at in this life . he was made to do it . but there was only one thing he was better at — and that was loving shane . pleasing him . taking control so he could breathe for a moment and just exist .      ────      ❛ captain ? ok , hollander . let your captain take care of you . let us show them who you answer to . ❜      purposefully calling him hollander , like the other players did , like ilya did on the ice , was the first strike of the match he planned on throwing on the flame . next , ilya lifts his leg up for leverage and balances his foot on the edge of the bed . thigh burning as his cock begs to feel his husband’s familiar squeeze around him . lastly , ilya raises his hand back , just high enough so the sound of the smack he delivers to shane’s ass echoes through the room . not too hard , just enough to leave behind reddened skin . and then he begins to fuck him again . it is not ceremonious or graceful , instead it is animalistic . it is staking a claim . ilya taking up every inch inside of shane , demanding to be felt . it rips through ilya like fire , nothing could ever feel better than this . nothing . just shane . just him . always . another smack as his hand slides up shane’s back to press his head down into the mattress . ilya was conquering .      ────      ❛ fuckfuck fuck ... this is what you want , hollander ? or should i call you rozanov now ? ❜

[rozqnov]

ilya is a professor at forks community college in his twilight verse btw..............so.......think about that

[rozqnov]

shane is barking @ the new icon thx ♡

*pets his head* good boy

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── @hollandeir   asked    ( ❛ 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. ❜ ( 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ) )   from  ⤵  𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱 !

it wasn’t a smart idea . they probably both know it . but the thought of shane being anywhere but his apartment wasn’t settling well with ilya . he could be safe there . the truth was , shane was fragile in comparison to other things out there . on his own turf , he was the strongest mortal among them . beyond the trees and the fog that settled over the moss covered ground were things much more inclined to break his neck than another hockey player . the vampire still wasn’t sure if it was just him that was drawn to the scent of shane , or if others of his kind found him just as sweet . and while it wasn’t his job to protect him , and he was sure shane would argue that too , ilya selfishly wanted to . ilya nods stoically then motions to his car with his head , pulling open the passenger side door . ──── ❛ get in .  ❜

[rozqnov]

fun fact: ilya hates his accent :-((((((

[hollandeir]

he knows what ilya is about to do before he does it, the look in his eyes saying everything he doesn't speak into existence. shane can't deny he'd been hoping for it, having prepared for every possible reaction his boyfriend may have had to the permanent change he'd made to his body. his skin tingles everywhere ilya has kissed, even his collarbones. the feeling is electric. let me take my time. fuck. of course ilya would want to drag it out, torture shane sweetly until he was unable to keep his composure. it reminds shane of every little game and competition they set up for each other out of habit; an element almost as important to their relationship as their love for one another. without the inherent challenges they introduce to mundane activities, who would they even be as a couple?

❛ oh my god, ❜ is all he can say at first, finding it even more difficult than usual to keep still. all it takes is the sensation of ilya lifting shane's thighs up onto his shoulders to make him lose his train of thought, never mind the initial feeling of ilya's tongue. the whine shane lets out is so loud that he can feel his face flood with color instantly, the sound of it wanton and desperate. he's thought about this during their month apart, on late night phone calls when his own fingers are not enough, not even with ilya's voice on the other end of the line guiding him through it and controlling every movement with a verbal command. no, nothing will ever replace how good ilya can make him feel and how well he knows shane's body.

the words that come out of shane's mouth as he squeezes ilya's hand in return are not something he remembers past the few seconds after he says them, a majority of them simple pleas to be fucked. each time he almost forgets he needs to be still and nearly grinds against ilya's mouth, he has to rein himself in with a frustrated breath or low groan. ❛ i can't, ❜ he starts, nails digging into ilya's hands before shane realizes how tightly he's gripping onto it in an attempt to stop himself from reaching down to pull on ilya's curls, ❛ i can't take it anymore. ilya. please. need you inside me. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the feeling of / @hollandeir’s nails digging into his hand makes ilya chuckle .

he can feel the vibration run across his tongue and up to his nose , just nuzzling deeper into his movements , burying his tongue further inside .  nudging further into shane’s hole , ilya can feel his boyfriend loosen around him . the trust the two had in each other was enough for shane to completely relax in this way , but judging from how much he was begging , he was only going to be able to relax so much until ilya gave him what he wanted . it was a difficult to decision , deciding how ilya wanted to hold shane as he fucked him . he wanted to see his boyfriend’s face , but more importantly he wanted to see that tattoo . claiming him in ink and skin and every way ilya could imagine is all he can think about as he relinquishes his grip on shane’s thighs to shift his body back up . ilya sits up on his knees , arms long enough to reach for the nightstand drawer where the familiar bottle of lube sits discreetly . 

making quick work of it , ilya wraps his arms around shane’s thighs again , pulling him quickly in one sharp movement so shane’s ass is in full display again . drizzling a stream of lube from a few inches up , ilya uses his fingers to spread everything around , taking his time to move him fingers in achingly slow movements across shane’s hole , his cock . once he’s satisfied , and confident that shane was ready for him apart from the whining , ilya slides his hand underneath the small of shane’s back , halfway hoisting his back to get a better angle . ilya lines himself up , stroking himself with a few heady groans . teasingly , he taps the tip against shane’s hole , knowing just how badly he wanted it and purposefully torturing him a bit . it felt good to get him to grovel a little , the most talented man in the NHL , for his cock . still on his knees , ilya presses gently into shane , hand now gripping the tattoo on shane’s thigh with his nails while the one on his back guides him up . 

 ❛ want you close while i fuck you . i want to see your face , and your tattoo . i want to hold you . ❜      between groans , ilya feels his cheeks go pink , now firmly lodged inside shane . shane’s legs drape over ilya’s hips and he uses them slightly for balance as he moves his hips . ilya hopes the angle of it all , the closeness , will his the exact spot shane needs to drive himself nuts . crashing forward to collide their lips together , ilya smashes his forehead against shane's , tasting shane on his lips still as he laps inside his mouth . ❛ now you can move . use me . take what is yours . ❜  

[hollandeir]

ilya's touch is soft, grounding shane in more ways than one. he exhales softly, eyes fluttering closed as his heart thumps in his chest, an unavoidable reaction to the lips that press to his forehead. somehow, this is so much better than anything they've talked about over the phone. anxiety had gnawed at him the entire drive here, spiking in the midst of their interruption. now however, there is an inexplicable calm that washes over him and makes him more agreeable despite his worries over ruining everything before it even begins. they fall onto the unmade bed a second time, tangled up in each other and shane unable to stop smiling. he isn't sure he wants to stop smiling anyway, the subtle soreness in his face physical proof that ilya makes him the happiest he's been in ages.

it doesn't take much more for shane to be convinced to stay. ilya makes a compelling argument; he already has lied in order to get here, and even though it makes him feel guilty whenever he's alone with his own thoughts, shane holds onto the hope that when he finally tells his parents about ilya, they'll understand why he had to do what he did. ❛ okay, ❜ he breathes out, mesmerized by their closeness as ilya pulls him in. shane could get lost in those eyes if he stares any longer, could start to blurt out every little thing that comes to mind and possibly embarrass himself. so he leans in, kissing ilya soft and slow now that he knows they have the rest of the afternoon and night to be together. ❛ i'll stay. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the words that fall from / @hollandeir’s lips making ilya sigh dreamily .

he’s staying . he was willing to go out of his way , maybe even get in trouble with his mom , to spend more of his time with him . ilya isn’t sure what good will he did in this life to warrant such grace from the universe in the form of shane hollander , but here , holding shane close to him , he isn’t in a place to question it . he rather press more kisses to his cheeks , feel the way his skin warms when he touches it , lace their legs together in closeness . ilya knew shane’s time was valuable . he was always practicing , always working to improve himself , so getting even a fraction of it made ilya’s insides feel like goo . his stomach does a flip , dips down and jumps back up to his heart , at the mere concept of spending the night with shane . the last time they spent the night together , ilya had laid himself bare , confessed his own affections and let shane know he was safe enough to confess his own as well too . the memory makes ilya reel all over again , the fact that they cared about each other as more than friends finally revealed . 

❛ good . you are not escaping me that easily .  ❜      is all he can manage to say between kisses . ilya cannot remember ever feeling this intimate with someone . enough of his nights were filled with companions , but he managed to escape their bed before the sun came up and had to answer to them . it was probably shitty , he knew that , but none of those people mattered now . all that mattered was this dark haired boy and how much he could press his lips to any exposed skin . he planned on memorizing every inch of shane with his lips . his hands . his eyes . ilya pulls him close one last time , tucking shane’s head under his chin , nuzzling his nose into the dark strands of his hair .