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Max stands, pacing again, and says, “I mean, what do I do? I can’t tell them I know now. It’s way too late for that.”
“It’s really okay,” Troy says far too optimistically. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, you can say that because you're not the one who heard Ilya tell Shane he misses his slutty little mouth."
Or: The Centaurs' newest rookie speaks Russian. It's too bad that Shane and Ilya don't know that.
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28 Dec 2025
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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.