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    Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.

    The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.

    It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.

    There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.

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    Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    Sharing a locker room with Ilya was… challenging. They’d already agreed that it would be best–for everyone–to avoid being in the showers at the same time. That had been a no-brainer. Ilya and Shane were both entirely too handsy when it came to showers. Even the thought of Ilya standing under the hot spray was enough to make Shane’s mouth water. So, the risk was mitigated. Shane would steer clear of the communal showers until Ilya was done. Easy. Simple. No looking at a wet, naked Ilya in front of his peers.

    Unfortunately, Ilya was hot no matter his state of dress. He was especially hot, right now, stood in the middle of the room with his Under Armour leggings clinging to his thighs, his shirt rucked up as he scratched his stomach and spoke casually with Carter Vaughn. Standing right in Shane’s line of sight. The asshole. He was probably doing it on purpose.

    Or: Shane and Ilya attend the All-Stars Weekend for the first time as boyfriends. They're trying their best to keep their secret hidden from their peers whilst also finding time to connect. Set after the cottage during the last year Ilya plays for Boston.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    “You want specifics? Okay. I am thinking about putting you where I want you,” Ilya finally admits. “On the mat. In a position I choose. And you hold it like the good boy you are, keeping your form exactly where I put it. Because you have best fucking form in whole NHL. I think about making you listen. About deciding when you move, how you move. I am thinking of sucking your dick on your favorite mat, moya lyubov. Thinking about ruining your mat and ruining you,”

    Jesus Christ.

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    or: Shane Hollander is unknowingly ruining his husband workout sessions. Ilya does something about it.

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    28 May 2026

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    The anger finally bubbles over and he does something he’s never felt the urge to do before, he drops his gloves and grabs the front of his black Boston jersey before punching him in the face.

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    Shane and Ilya fight on the ice and get mutually turned on

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    10 May 2026

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    Shane exhaled sharply. "You know," he murmured, voice thick, "my favorite ways are this..." he arched again beneath him, emphasizing the point. Ilya’s breath stutters faintly at the flush contact before steadying, adjusting his position so the pressure stays even, intentional, controlled. He lets the reaction exist without letting it take over. "And having something in my mouth." The admission bloomed between them, lazy and warm, the kind of truth that only surfaced when he was this pliant, this boneless beneath Ilya’s touch.

    Ilya’s fingers paused. "Something?" he echoed roughly. His thumb brushed the corner of Shane’s mouth, lingering. "Or someone?"

    Shane’s lips parted around a breathless laugh, catching Ilya’s thumb between his teeth for a brief, teasing nip. "Both I guess. Like my mouth guard, pen caps, hoodie strings…" His tongue darted out to soothe the spot he’d bitten. His hips shifted restlessly beneath Ilya’s weight, the movement deliberate. "Your fingers. Your cock. Just..." he swallowed thickly. "Just want to feel something there. For a while."

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    Shane and Ilya venture into cockwarming

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    10 May 2026