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    When Ilya answers, he’s greeted with a whimpered moan that goes straight to his head, leaving him reeling like he’s just thrown back another shot. His mouth drops open, the cigarette dangling stupidly from his lower lip for a second until he plucks it free with his other hand.

    Holy fuck. He must be dreaming. But the rough breaths filtering into his ear are too real, tethering him tightly to the moment.

    “Jane,” he murmurs, gleeful and shocked. “This is not like you.”

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    Or: after Shane confesses that he can struggle to get off if he's too stressed, Ilya suggests he should just call him next time. He doesn't think Shane would ever be desperate enough to go through with it.

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    “Hollander,” Ilya replied stiffly, trying his best to school his tone. “You never call me.”

    “I need–nngh–“ he panted out.

    Ilya froze, all of the questions in his head like “What are you doing?” and “Why are you calling me?” and “Why haven’t we spoken in so long?” immediately dissipating because that didn’t matter, not when it sounded like–

    “Are…are you touching yourself, Hollander?” Ilya asked, voice dropping low.

    “N-no,” Shane whimpered and fuck he missed hearing him like this. His thready breaths alone made Ilya grab at his sheets, his dick immediately perking up in interest. “I’m not–I’m not touching. I’m–fuck–”

    “You’re what?” Ilya demanded. “Finish the sentence.”

    “I’m humping a pillow.” The admission hung heavy in the air, and for a split second, Ilya lost all ability to speak.

    Shane Hollander wakes up with a vagina and can't get himself off. He calls the one person who can help him.

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    There is a way Shane has described it before: like he gets swallowed up by how good he feels, everything outside his body falling away; like his head is full of smoke. Mostly, he has said, he only gets like this with Ilya. But he looks it now. His eyes are screwed shut, his mouth hanging open, not even trying to muffle the sounds that punch their way out of him—little moans, gasps, and harsh, husky pants as he grinds his hips down against a pillow.

    Ilya’s text announcing his return had gone unread. This must be why.

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    Ilya comes home to his husband.

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    Shane has a... particular sleep habit.

    Ilya is very, very intrigued.

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    “Hollander,” he scolds, going to collect Shane’s jeans and underwear to fold them so that the world doesn’t break or something. “What are you doing?”

    “Giving you a new pack, idiot. Take your pants off.”

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    Ilya is being sent back to Russia to take over as Rozanov pack alpha. Unless he can find a new pack first.

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