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Ilya was kind of obsessed with Shane's hands. Well, he was kind of obsessed with Shane's everything, but except for his freckles, his hands might have been the part of Shane's body Ilya loved the most.
Shane's hands were huge - larger than Ilya's - with slender, manly fingers. Strong. Sexy. Ilya was obsessed watching them.
How they held onto his hockey stick when they were on the ice, precise and effective.
How they were sometimes used to show his opponents on the ice that he wasn't someone to mess with.
How they were wrapped around the handle of an axe every now and then because Shane always wanted to chop the wood for their fireplace himself.
How they held on to Ilya's waist when they had sex, sometimes leaving bruises behind.
How they held Ilya upright when he needed the support without hesitation.
Ilya loved Shane's strong hands, there was absolutely no doubt. But what he loved even more was when Shane used his hands to take care of the people he loved.
How soft they brushed through Anya's fur.
How lovingly they caressed Ilya's cheeks.
How carefully they handled Hayden's and Jackie's kids who loved their uncle Shane.
How soothing they brushed through Ilya's hair whenever he didn't feel well.
How tender they washed Ilya's body when they were showering together.
How compassionately they held Ilya's whole heart.
Yes, Ilya was obsessed with Shane's hands. Maybe he was obsessed with everything Shane Hollander-Rozanov. And maybe he was the luckiest man in the world to call Shane Hollander-Rozanov his husband.