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    Ilya’s expression goes so open and earnest that it’s hard to look at him, and he says softly, “Even if you were worst dancer in the world, I would want to dance with you. Because you are you, and we get to dance now.”

    “Oh,” Shane blurts out, eyes hot.

    “But if you are worried, I can dance bad too!” Ilya takes a step back and does a weird funky-chicken-meets-running-man move, utterly unselfconscious, while Shane buries his face in his hands and groans. Then he steps close again, curling his hands around Shane’s hips, with a wheedling smile and fluttering lashes. “We make perfect pair, yes?”

    “Jesus, you’re such a fucking asshole,” Shane says, impossibly fond. “Yeah, okay.”

    [Or: the Hollander-Rozanovs do Ibiza, Ilya fails at incognito mode, and Shane gets a dance lesson.]

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    19 Jun 2026

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    The steady, persistent pressure of Rozanov’s thick cock sinking into him is unlike anything Shane has ever felt before. He feels impossibly full, impossibly exposed, but more than that, he feels good.

    Fuck, it’s good.

    It’s so good that he forgets to feel awkward as he begins to rock back into Rozanov’s thrusts. He forgets to feel ashamed as Rozanov draws sounds out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making. As Rozanov drives him out of his mind and deep into his own body, holds him there, forces him to feel everything and think nothing at all—

    Shane forgets to feel anything but good.

    (In which Shane has a dirty fantasy, and Ilya runs with it.)
     



    “Ah,” Ilya says softly, brushing a finger along the column of Shane’s throat. “Is that what you want, Hollander? To be humiliated?”

    “Yes,” Shane says, the word a guttural moan. “No? I don’t know. Maybe. Fuck.”

    “To be put to good use? To be told what to do?”

    “Yes,” Shane gasps, relieved to be asked a simpler question. “That’s what I want.”

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    19 Jun 2026

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    He should just forget about Rozanov. Forget about Rozanov coming all over his own stomach as Shane watched, transfixed; forget about Rozanov’s hand curving possessively around Shane’s jaw to pull him in for a kiss. Forget about the dizzying, red-hot bolt of shame and anticipation and fear and arousal that had shot through him when Rozanov stroked two fingers down between his ass cheeks and pressed there—a question, an offer. A promise.

    (In which Shane responds to Ilya’s texts between 2011 and 2013.)
     



    “Stop saying dick pic,” Shane hissed. “This is harassment.” He glared at the bulge in his pants. “You are harassing me.”

    “I do not know what this word means.”

    “How fucking convenient for you.”

    “Aw, Hollander,” Rozanov said, but he sounded a little contrite. After a beat, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

    “Don’t you dare stop,” Shane said through clenched teeth, surreptitiously palming himself to take the edge off. It didn’t help.

    “So do you want my dick or not?” Rozanov asked after another beat.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Shane bites his lip. “So what, uh, what are you wearing?”

    A never-ending beat of silence. Then: “What?”

    Shane facepalms. And then keeps his face hidden in his palm. The only reason he doesn’t press the phone against his chest so he could groan loudly is that he knows Rozanov would hear his heartbeat too clearly. He’s about to have a heart attack. Not that Shane is freaking out, but he is literally going to go outside to dig his grave with his own two hands.

    “Never mind,” he rushes to say, muffled against his hand, and he hangs up.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

    or: Shane can't stop thinking about being bad at sexting and figures out that maybe, just maybe, he's better at phone sex. The only way to figure it out is to try.

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    555-123-181
    If someone got bleach in their eye what should they do
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    Go the the ER and get an eye wash
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    Okay but is that really necessary or can I just wash it myself
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    According the the Internet you might need eye drops for a couple days after so ER it is
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    Urgh fiiine
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    Ilya was looking for advice when he text the wrong number
    Shane couldnt leave a random stranger on read during an emergency

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