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    Much of his life is defined by Ilya, his own Gregorian calendar. Before Ilya, Shane spent every heat locked in his apartment, cold-sweating and nauseous and angry. After Ilya, it’s easy. It’s as easy as Ilya’s knot slipping into his cunt, pressing against his walls.

    Shane Hollander: knot-drunk, scent-drunk, and so in love with Ilya.

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    “I just play?” Ilya asks, looking back at Shane.

    Shane lifts his foot off of Ilya’s cock, sliding onto his knees and lithely straddling his right thigh. Ilya’s hands automatically come up to wrap around his back, but Shane stops him before he can.

    “You just play,” he says, fingers gripping Ilya’s forearms. Ilya’s hands hang limply in the air where Shane holds him, the controller nearly slipping from his grasp. He stares up at Shane, admiring the light flush already dusting his cheeks. “Once you’ve scored three goals, you can score with me too.”

    Oh fuck.

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    Luca signs up for friendly threesome edging and accidentally enters the Edging Olympic finals against two highly competitive perverts who clearly have a different view on the concept “vanilla.”

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    Ch1: Shane and Ilya edge Luca to the absolute brink.

    Ch2: Ilya is edged and overstimulated until he cries, then it’s Shane turn.

    This fic is completed. There will not be a third chapter.

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    “Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.

    “What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”

    “No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”

    He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.

    “Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”

    (shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)

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    Finally, something dawns on him, a way to handle two goals simultaneously. He’d seen Hollander’s mother flipping through papers rapidly when they first got here, seeming calm and in control and more than a little frightening in a way that made Ilya mildly glad he wasn’t one of the people responsible for a clipboard. If anyone can tell him if the long list of “Prohibited Items” he’d been sent in his email a few days ago is just standard practice for big shoots, it would be Yuna Hollander.

    Or, hopefully, her son.

    “Crazy we cannot even have peanut butter, eh?” He asks. “You also got giant list?”

    Hollander stiffens, almost imperceptibly, and Ilya tilts his head, just slightly, confused, wondering if he’s stumbled somewhere unexpected.

    (how ilya learns about shane's allergies) (and shane's sexual awakening tragically hits a speedbump in the process 😔)

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