https://archiveofourown.org/works/88453091/chapters/234620951
Hollanov Summer Exhange works are now revealed, so I can share my first full-length fic with you 👯♂️
Tags: Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Slice of Life, Fluff and Smut, Dancing, Public Display of Affection
In their second season of playing together, Shane and Ilya go dancing in Miami, and then have sweet and spicy hotel sex. A meditation on marriage, desire, insecurities, feeling part of the team, and how they love each other through it.
Shane holds out his palms face up. Ilya quirks an eyebrow. “You are leading?”
Shane snorts. “Because I’m better at it.”
“Ah, I seem to remember saying something like that at our wedding.” Ilya acquiesces and rests his hands face down onto Shane’s palms, fingers to fingers.
“Shut up,” Shane says fondly, cupping Ilya’s fingers slightly, thumbs out. Ilya’s hands feel solid and warm in his grip. “I actually have danced bachata before. And besides…” The opening beats of a song begin to play. “This way you get to be shown off, which we both know you love.”
“Corazón Sin Cara” by Prince Royce plays.
And then the bachata beat begins, marked by the sounds of bongos. Shane begins to lead them in a sidestep, three beats to his left, punctuated by a little tap of his foot, and then back to the right. Tap. After a few times, Shane shifts his posture forward and directs Ilya backwards for a few counts. Ilya, used to leading for the last hour, stumbles a bit, his body instinctively trying to direct their movement on the floor.
Shane clicks his tongue. “I’m in charge.”
Ilya wags his eyebrows at Shane. “So bossy. I love it. Is sexy when you order me around.”
Soon they get a feel for it. Ilya cedes control of their motion to Shane, who uses his upper body to push them in the direction he wants. Ilya’s eyes drift down Shane’s chest and his throat bobs as he swallows.
Shane blushes and ducks his glance down from Ilya’s face, then back up. “Ты красивый." Ilya’s usually the one to call Shane beautiful, murmuring it between Shane’s shoulder blades in bed. But tonight Ilya is glowing.
Ilya smiles, not the wry smirk he so often shows the world, but a genuine, wide smile, full of teeth. So wide he can even see his canines, sharpened to a point. It’s the smile he shows when he’s surprised and delighted by Shane. Shane feels a curl low in his belly.
Shane doesn’t know Spanish, but the song is sweet-sounding. Romantic.
“I want to try a turn,” he says. Ilya watches his eyes, and on the 8 count, Shane drops Ilya’s left hand, lifting his husband’s right hand up high, feeling the wedding band beneath the pad of his finger. Shane rotates his palm outward, and Ilya spins slowly in a full turn, their fingertips staying gently connected the entire time. When Ilya comes back to center, Shane slides his left palm to cup Ilya’s hip, and Ilya’s arm lands naturally on Shane’s shoulder.
Both of their eyes widen and they giggle.
“Wow. That was very sexy, Hollander.”
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