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Ilya yelps when Shane pinches him. "Okay, okay," he concedes. "I will listen to my very smart, beautiful husband next time."
Shane smoothes his hand over where he just pinched as an apology, before going back to kneading Ilya's muscles. They don't speak as Shane works, but he can feel Ilya's breathing hitch from time to time if a spot hurts enough.
"Fuck," he groans as Shane works one spot on his left side, just above the waistband of his boxers. "That— fuck, Shane."
- or, Shane gives Ilya a back massage, and it goes further than either of them expects
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02 Sep 2026
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“I cannot talk about this anymore,” Ilya says. Hiccups. “Unless you have read somewhere there’s a magical sex position that cures hiccups, I—”
Shane makes an interesting sound. Ilya’s head snaps up. Shane is making intense eye contact with the wall next to them, and he’s pink - pinker than he would usually be from being pressed against a door and kissed. And, crucially, he’s gone rock hard against Ilya’s thigh. Ilya is fucking delighted.
“Hollander,” he says. Thrilled. “There is a sex position that cures hiccups?”
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Ilya Rozanov gets fingered.
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all our beds are made by flan (bitehard)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
01 Aug 2026
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When you have only allowed yourself to share limited hours with someone, a whole night feels like an eternity. Shane and Ilya enjoy one for the first time in Tampa Bay, Florida.
It's not the only first of the night.
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21 Aug 2026
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“You are planning to rob me or what?” He hears Rozanov call, and he can’t help but smile slightly even as he rolls his eyes, closing the door to the linen closet and feeling strangely lighter than when he opened it, reassured that he’s just trying to read into a blank page, that today doesn’t mean anything more than Rozanov doesn’t mind him being around, which is strangely flattering.
“I don’t know,” he calls back. “Don’t Russians like diamonds and fur and stuff? Where should I start looking if I want to know what my options are?”
He hears Rozanov laugh, and it makes him smile.
When he joins him in the living room once more, Rozanov tugs him down to lean against him again. Shane goes easier this time, settling into it, knowing it doesn’t mean anything other than the fact that he just happens to be the closest warm body, the person on Rozanov’s roster who filled today’s slot.
(the tuna meltdown doesn't happen) (this does not mean they get ANY better at communication)
(or: how shane didn't realize he had a boyfriend for several months)
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20 Aug 2026
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Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.”
Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.”
“Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.”
“That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.”
“Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”