Picturing Shane and Ilya, out and married and comfortable, at a bar with some of their fellow Centaurs. Shane goes to order them some drinks and while he's waiting for the bartender, Ilya sidles up to him, leaning against the counter.
"Hm, I think no?" Ilya tilts his head, a teasing glint in his eye. "I would remember that pretty face."
Heat coils in Shane's stomach. He looks away, briefly, nervous to be doing this in a public place but mostly excited.
"I don't think I should entertain this," he says, pausing for a moment to see Ilya's disappointment before going on. "I'm married and my husband's a very jealous man."
Ilya grins, delighted. "Is he, now? Then why would he let you out alone, looking like that? Not very smart."
"I guess he trusts me not to go looking for trouble."
"Ah, but I think maybe you like trouble." Ilya's leaning in closer, voice going low. "I could give you what you want. Your husband never has to know."
Shane swallows. Glances over to the booth where their friends are sitting, talking and not looking their way. They probably won't notice them sneaking away, right?
Ilya lights up. "Really? That was quick."
"Shut the fuck up before I change my mind."
(The Centaurs do notice, obviously, and they would have even if Shane and Ilya didn't both look clearly freshly fucked when they returned.)