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    Shane twists in Ilya’s arms to glare at him. “You shouldn’t be here if you have a wife,” he hisses.

    «Who the hell are we - you - married to?» Rozanov barks.

    Ilya’s attention on Shane doesn’t waver as he responds, first to Rozanov: «Our wife is the prettiest - constellations of freckles that spread in the summertime and big brown eyes like a baby deer’s even when they’re full of murder. Maybe especially then.» He bestows a kiss upon the furrow between Shane’s brows and thumbs the leaking tip of his cock. “Mm, maybe you’re right. My wife is very much the jealous type.”

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    After Shane doesn't get kissed in Vegas, a thirty-something Ilya Rozanov wearing a wedding ring engraved with Shane's number shows up to kiss him breathless in the elevator and give his younger self a lesson in how Shane deserves to be spoiled.

    (or or: Ilya uses a harmless bit of sexy dream magic to right an old wrong and show his husband a good time.)

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    11 Aug 2026

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    Shane loves him. This is all he can really think about, now, with Ilya’s knuckles caressing his skin and his eyes raking all over his features; he loves him, and he knows Ilya loves him, too, and he cannot believe he ever doubted that either of them knows this about the other, cannot fathom needing any kind of arbitrary showcase of this love to know that it’s real. He loves Ilya, and if he wants to show him off or keep him locked in this apartment forever and only let him feed from the palm of his hand, then he can do as he sees fit, as long as he keeps loving Shane like this, as much as Shane loves him.

    “It was you,” Shane whispers. “They were talking about you.”

    Ilya’s knuckles pause, and Shane squeezes his wrist, a non-verbal whine. “What about me?”

    “Doesn’t matter what. Anything, anything about you,” Shane’s head is shaking, and Ilya starts soothing again, burying his fingers into his hair and keeping his palm there, covering his ear, and Shane clings onto his wrist. “Could’ve been fucking anything, but… They had something to say about you, and I couldn’t– I snapped.”

    or, shane worries he's not showing ilya off as much as he should, and it becomes another problem

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    Ilya watches his fingers fiddle with it. “Hear what? Hear us sleep?” he scratches behind his own ear, helpfully. “I snore so loud?”

    “No, Ilya, they can hear us not sleep,” Shane leans forward, searching Ilya’s face. Almost. “What we do before we sleep.”

    And Shane knows he gets it, because his whole face lights up, and Shane isn’t really in the position to appreciate it fully because the context is just not allowing him to. And it makes him feel worse. “Ah, that!” Ilya is laughing, and he presses down on Shane’s neck more solidly, shaking him around a little, almost proud if Shane had to guess.

    or, Shane's roommates can hear him and Ilya when they have sex, and it becomes a problem

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    10 Aug 2026

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    My take on this Tumblr dot com post:

    Tuna melt au where Shane starts freaking out and so to distract him Ilya is like "I got the marble imported from Turkey, custom cut by a local contractor here in Boston" and Shane wants to have a freak out but he's always wondered about the quality of marble from Turkey, he got his counters from Italy and China but he saw options from Turkey and Brazil and wondered. He really should go, but now he's wondering if Ilya will answer his other questions like who was the architect that built this house and where did ilya find that tile that's in his guest bathroom. Basically Ilya using Shane's real estate fetish to keep him from running out during the tuna meltdown.

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    09 Aug 2026

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    ”The meds should kick in soon. They should be pretty mild, but if you feel nauseous, try and let me know before, not after. There’s a bucket here if you need it.”

    ”It’s kind of- fruity” said Rozanov, and Shane said, “yeah, people say that” instead of “so am I. Wanna taste?”

    And with that, the ambulance pulled away from the curb.

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    Technically, Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander meet at a club. The gun shot wound is a bit of a mood-killer, but I'm sure they'll make it work.

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