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    Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”

    “You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”

    OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.

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    19 Aug 2026

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    “I did something stupid,” Shane confesses, inhaling rapidly. He's still crying, still frozen in the doorway, besides his hitching chest and watering eyes. Hayden's never seen him like this, overtaken with emotion, bitter exhaustion in his voice. He makes a soft choked noise, and Hayden immediately wants to kill something, whatever it is that's making him feel so awful. “I—Hayds—you're gonna hate me—”

    “No,” Hayden says before he can even finish the thought, almost hurt by the accusation. “No way. You're—I wouldn't. I won't.”

    Shane sniffs, offering him a sad smile, his eyes watery and solemn. It's an unfamiliar look, burnt through with sorrow and twisting doubt, sharp worry in the furrow of his brow. “You are,” he says, soft and certain. “I do, and I'm the one who's doing it.”

    OR: Shane returns to the hotel room, post-tuna melt. Hayden spirals.

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    19 Aug 2026

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    “The thing is,” Ilya says, conversationally, as if he doesn't have fucking Shane Hollander grinding into his touch, as if he doesn't have a hand on his—Luca's sure of it—perfect fucking cock, “you have not been subtle, Haasy.”

    It takes Luca a moment to understand just what the hell Ilya's talking about, before he moans, low in his throat, humiliation sweeping across his body. It's not that he thought he had been actually subtle, but he hadn't expected this, of all places, to be where they confronted him. Not with Ilya's hand worming its way into Shane's pants, the soft blue of his briefs a flash color amongst the pale glow of his skin and the dark drape of his clothes.

    OR: The Cens have won the Stanley Cup. Luca's been voted Hollanov's MVP.

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    18 Aug 2026

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    “You wanna act like a dumb dog, I’ll treat you like one.” Shane’s voice is quiet and controlled. It’s mean, yes, but there’s an offer in what he’s saying; a question. Do you want this? If you step back, so will I.

    Ilya feels his eyes widen, his hips twitch as a delicious thrill sweeps down his chest, blooming hot in his core.

    “Wh—“ Ilya is cut off with a low moan as Shane tightens his hold on his hair.

    “Do dogs speak?”

    Ilya opens his mouth. Then closes it. He shakes his head.

    . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

    Ilya humps Shane's leg like a fuckin dog.

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    17 Aug 2026

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    “You will not give Rose Landry a bouquet of red roses. Not on my watch.”

    Shane gapes at him. “I–I don’t understand,” he stammers. “What do you mean I can’t give her roses?”

    Ilya rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “Do you even hear yourself, Hollander?” he sighs. “You want to give roses to someone named Rose?”

    * * *

    As a florist in Montreal, Ilya is resigned to dealing with completely useless men who are incapable of buying flowers that aren’t just boring red roses for their partners. When a certain hockey player wanders into his flower shop in search of a bouquet for his new actress girlfriend, Ilya decides it’s time to take a stand against bad flower etiquette.

    (Or, five times Ilya teaches Shane how to speak the language of flowers and one time Shane learns how to speak it for himself.)

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    15 Aug 2026