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    Ilya smiled down at Shane and his eyes gleamed with mischief. 

    "You know, Troy is just a few doors down. We could call him over, make it a little party." 

    Shane's eyes snapped open only to narrow again as he glared up at Ilya.

    “Would you like that?”

    “No, I wouldn’t,” Shane snarled. 

    But his face was screwed up in frustrated pleasure. Ilya hummed thoughtfully and pretended to consider. 

    “Perhaps we could make it a competition then.” 

    Shane made an irritated noise and turned his face away. Ilya leaned closer and let his teeth drag down the length of Shane's clenched jaw.

    "You want Troy to see how well you take it, or do you want to see if he's better at riding my cock than you are?" 

    He had been teasing him, pushing at the jealousy that usually made Shane squirm and glare and tell him to shut the fuck up while his traitorous cock twitched and throbbed at how much he secretly liked it. 

    So when Shane did squirm away from him, Ilya followed automatically, pressing their chests flush together. He thought Shane was playing.

    “Get the fuck off me,” Shane spat.
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    Shane safewords out of Ilya's teasing about Troy.

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    27 Aug 2026

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    Ilya's face split into a wide grin. It made his eyes sparkle. Shane wanted to kiss him very badly. "Oh. Oh. You are very drunk."

    "I wouldn't say very drunk. I'm normal drunk." Shane corrected, stepping closer to Ilya until they were barely centimeters apart. Shane reached up and wrapped his arms around Ilya's neck. They were so close and he smelled so good. Shane breathed him in for a second. Fuck, he had missed him so badly. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like forever.

    "I missed you too." Ilya whispered. Wait, had Shane said that out loud? Oops. Maybe he was very drunk. "More than you know."

    Or, the transition from friends with benefits to lovers is far from seamless.

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    26 Aug 2026

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    “You’re beautiful,” Ilya whispers into the sunlit room, trying to preserve the moment just a little longer.

    The corners of Shane’s mouth quirk up, failing to hide his pleased smile, maybe he’s not even trying. Ilya lets his straining arm drop down, reaching for Shane’s face. He has to tilt his head awkwardly to avoid the sun from blinding him again.

    He ghosts his fingertips across the freckles under Shane’s eye, back and forth, before slowly making his way onto the bridge of his nose. He slides his pointer finger down the slope and taps lightly against his nose, watching the way it scrunches up, freckles trying to go into hiding.

    Everything about him is so beautiful it has something aching in Ilya’s chest.

    He drops his finger further down into the dip of his cupid’s bow, gently pressing the pad into his lip. He traces the shape, top and bottom, and then dances his fingers along the seam. Shane’s lips part slightly around a soft exhale.

    Or: 5 times Ilya gets to worship Shane’s freckles and one time he has to reassure him

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    23 Aug 2026

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    “Hi.”

    Ilya could swear his ribcage was having a hard time putting up with his heart. It was Shane’s fault alone. “Hi,” he replied like the love-sick puppy that he was, gently cupping his husband’s chin before kissing him, being rewarded with giggles. Drunk Shane was so cute, Ilya had half a mind to excuse themselves from the celebration already.

    “Shots?”

    “Drink your ginger ale like good boy and I’ll think about it.” Water was the next step he had in mind, hoping it would help with the headache he knew his husband was going to get the very next day.

    “I’m always a good boy,” Shane commented with a scrunch of his nose.

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    The Centaurs win their first cup so celebrating is due (ft. drunk Shane and whipped Ilya ♡)

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    22 Aug 2026

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    “Shane. You know you are my baby. My soulmate, my reason for living.”

    There are many reactions to being called such sweet things, but a wail is definitely not one of them. The sound Shane makes is unmistakably upset. A lamenting groan loud enough for the whole table to hear, a sound sober Shane would never make on pain of death.

    “How is that the wrong answer?” Bood asks, bemused.

    Or, Shane is jealous that he isn't Ilya's best friend (even though he is).

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    12 Aug 2026