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  1. Public Bookmark 24

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    “Please,” Shane tries to beg, focusing his gaze on Ilya for a second before the pleasure makes everything hazy again. With the gag, it comes out as a pathetic garble, and Ilya laughs, cruel. 

    “What was that, puppy?” Ilya croons. “Can’t understand you, doll.” 

    Shane’s cock blurts at that, hips moving in reckless abandon. God, the dildo is fucking wet from how much he’s leaking, all nine inches of it dripping with his pre. 

    “Please,” Shane begs again. Plee—th, is what Ilya hears. 

    “You begged for this, remember?” Ilya blows a smoke ring, his other hand dipping into his shorts. “Last night. You said you only wanted to come on my cock.” 

    or, shane wears ilya's collar, and ilya has way too much fun with it.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    "You're supposed to smoke over there." Someone said from behind Ilya.

    Ilya almost dropped his cigarette. His English was shitty, but he had studied that sentence enough times over the years to understand it immediately. He didn't even think about his words much anymore, but it was impossible to avoid them.

    He turned instinctively, and was face to face with Shane fucking Hollander.

    Out of almost seven billion people, of course Ilya's soulmate had to be his fated rival. It was almost poetic. Still, Ilya had enough sense to realize just how bad this was.

    or, Shane says Ilya's soulmate words. Ilya vows to never speak a word to him to keep him from finding out. They fall in love anyway.

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    13 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 34

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    In which Ilya and Shane fuck for the first time in the hotel, and let Scott Hunter "listen like mating call," and then join in because why not.

    A single line, uttered by Ilya Rosanov in the show, and my friend's wonderful, dirty mind, inspired this fic.

    Will consist of two parts.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    “It’s okay. I don’t need anything.” 

    “I am not going to eat in front of you while you have nothing, Hollander,” Ilya scoffs. He plucks a can of cold ginger ale from the top shelf as casually as he can manage and slides it over the island, interrupting Hollander’s fidgeting thumbs. “You must be hungry, yes? It’s been hours since you left hotel. I can make something. Easy.” 

    “Make… what?” he asks warily.  

    Ilya rolls his eyes and tosses a look over his shoulder. “Do not worry. I will find something that works for your special hockey diet,” he teases. He reaches back into the fridge. “Tuna melt okay?” 

    “No,” Hollander says primly. “And it’s a disease. Not a diet.” 

    He pulls his hands out of the cold and turns, blinks. “What?” 

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    11 Jun 2026

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    “Need a bet to get laid, Rozanov? You’re really that desperate these days?”

    “Nostalgic, maybe.”

    “Wow. Big word.”

    “Shut up, Hollander.”

    Shane shuts up.

    “When I win,” Rozanov continues. “I get you for…twenty-four hours.”

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    Shane and Ilya are in rival frats in their senior year and it's time for the annual Greek Olympiad. A bet is made.

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    10 Jun 2026