Ilovethenight



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    “You didn’t answer me. How do you want me?” Shane asked again. Whatever Ilya wanted from him he would give. He made that promise to himself this morning. If Ilya wanted it fast and hard, or slow and languid, he would give it to him. Whatever he needed.

    “I need you. Need you inside of me.”

    “Wait, wait. Ilya,” Shane spoke, grabbing his face and forcing their eyes to meet, “are you sure? Like really sure?”

    “If you do not want to is okay-”

    “No, stop. I want to. Like, really want to.”

    OR: Ilya is too far in his brain and Shane helps take him out of it for a little while.

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    “Ilya,” Shane says warningly, but he’s too late as the grin unfurls across Ilya’s face. “I said no laughing,” he snaps, glaring at him. “You’re laughing.”

    Ilya shakes his head. “Is not at you, sweetheart,” he says, unable and unwilling to stop his beaming. “I am just—happy. To share this with you.” He meets Shane’s eyes. “You are—singularity,” he says, careful with his pronunciation. “My favorite.”

    Shane goes red so fast, Ilya worries about his heart for a second.

    “I just want to know you,” Shane murmurs, closing his eyes when Ilya lifts his hand up and strokes through his hair. “I miss you when you aren't around, and I want to carry the little bits of you I can.”

    OR: Shane has some questions. Ilya always seems to have an answer. (And one time, Ilya has a question, too.)

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    Rozanov’s smile was all teeth. “Ah, yes. Is gift.”

    Something tripped in Shane’s chest at the idea. Sure, they’d been hooking up for nearly half a decade by this point, but four frantic trysts a year did not a relationship make. Certainly not a relationship which included gifts.

    “Oh. I mean– thank you.” The sincerity felt strange on his tongue, but Yuna and David Hollander raised Shane with goddamn manners, and if somebody gave you a gift you said fucking thank you.

    Even if that someone was Ilya Rozanov. Even if he was looking at you with a Cheshire Cat smile that made you think you’d seriously missed an important piece of context.


    Or: Five times Ilya and Shane got each other gifts that absolutely, categorically, 100% didn't mean anything, and one time they gave up pretending.

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    Harris, who was sitting next to Shane, nudged him with his foot. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not kinky kinky unless Shane went out and bought, like, a full-on sex swing or something crazy like–”

    Harris stopped talking because Shane had frozen. Completely frozen. His glass halted halfway to his lips. His eyes went wide and fixed on a point on the far wall. The blush that had been a soft pink bloomed into a scarlet tide that crept from his neckline to the roots of his hair.

    Ilya, watching him, threw his head back and burst out laughing.

    (or, 5 times Ottawa Centaurs found out their sweet Canadian cinnamonroll is a freak and 1 time they realized that Hollanov's freaks are matched)

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