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    Shane and Ilya have been together--officially-- for two years, and it's been going relatively well despite all the itty-bitty bumps on the road. Having to date in secret is never 'light and breezy'. It's definitely not light and breezy when Shane's childhood best friend visits.

    It's okay at first, nudged shoulders and inside jokes Ilya didn't understand. The second the nudges got too intimate, when the jokes got too sexual is when he realized something was off.

    He stays quiet, plays along, tries his fucking hardest not to punch Nathan goddamn Hales square in his annoyingly handsome face.

    When Ilya does talk to Shane about it, admittedly in the worst way possible, a fight breaks out. regrettable word choices are made, and a door is shut.

    And it was all Nathan fucking Hales fault.

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    Ilya’s lips weren’t there. Not where they were supposed to be, at least. Pressing against the shell of his ear and mumbling dirty words into it, Russian and English alike, yes. Dragging down between his shoulder blades. But not where they were supposed to be. Not pressing against Shane’s.

    Why didn’t he kiss me?

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    My addition to the Subdrop Shane fics set after Vegas.

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    03 Mar 2026

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    There was something more though. Something that, even after all these years together, he wasn’t quite able to articulate. Though, it was not necessarily something he could ignore now, not after this display. 

    He wanted to blame it on the panic coursing through him after unsuccessfully chasing after his dad. He really wanted to. But that was no reason to feel this much desperation for it, there was absolutely no reason for him to want this so bad. Sure his knees were weak, and sure he was losing his mind at a dizzying rate, but he’s not quite sure how he got down here. Or when his brain decided that yeah, that’s where he needed to be.

    And why was it fucking helping.

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    02 Mar 2026

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    “You like these touched, don’t you?” His hand slid up, palm covering Shane’s left nipple, thumb circling, teasing. Shane’s eyes crossed, mouth opening on a ragged keen, body arching forward to offer more. “Do you play with them at home, hm?” Ilya taunted, pinching the tight bud. “Do you twist them under your sheets while you think of me? Does Mommy ever walk in on her sweet boy tugging his little tits and moaning?”

    A sob-half-laugh burst from Shane, mortifying and incandescent. “N-no, Father, oh God, n-no, she—ahhh—she’d—” His hole clenched around Ilya’s cock at the mention, involuntary, lust flaring hotter. The priest caught it, chuckled.

    “She’d be horrified to see her precious son like this,” Ilya murmured, nails scratching lightly over the right nipple now, making Shane shudder. “Socks on, slut naked, riding his priest’s cock right in the house of God.”

    In the house of God, Ilya found his most devout worshipper not in the pews, but bent over the altar, begging for absolution with every thrust.

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