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    Marlow: UHHHH
    Connors: GOOD LORD
    Carmichael: WHAT THE HELL CAP?
    Ilya: Oops
    Ilya: Wrong chat
    Ilya: Obviously
    Ilya: You’re welcome though 😏

    Or: A handful of times Shane and Ilya accidentally send sexts to a group chat, +1 time they sext in a group chat on purpose

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “Go?” Rozanov repeats, and Shane thinks he manages to nod, thinks he manages to spin some kind of excuse that he knows Rozanov doesn’t really buy, but he needs to go. He needs to get out of here. He needs to find somewhere quiet and calm where he can ride out this panic and painful tightness until he can catch his breath again. He needs-

    He needs to go.

    “I’m sorry,” he says, turning heel and resisting the urge to just book it right for the front door only because he’d rather not have to explain to Hayden why he returned from a hookup with Boston Lily in men’s clothes that he certainly didn’t leave in.

    It’s not until he makes it halfway up the stairs to Rozanov’s bedroom that it occurs to him in a cold rush that it isn’t just anxiety that makes it this hard to breathe.

    “No,” he tells himself firmly, white knuckling the bannister and trying to take a deep breath just to prove that he can.

    It wheezes.

    (how the tuna meltdown is averted through the power of food allergies and anaphylaxis)

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    20 Jun 2026

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    “Am I too boring for you?”

    He doesn’t mean to ask. Doesn’t mean for those words to come out. They fall from his lips before he has a chance to stop them, and the second they’re out there he wants to take them back. He wants to swallow them down so they can’t hurt anyone but himself.

    Because Ilya…Ilya flinches.

    “What.”

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?”

    “Having it down to a science.”

    “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.”

    “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.”

     

    OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him

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    16 Jun 2026

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    “You forget how to use phone now?” he asked. Curls shone in the muted hallway light, tousled and dipping onto his forehead. The mole shifted slightly on Ilya’s cheek.

    Feeling shuttered into his skin. The quiet peace he’d grasped with shaking hands was slipping away. Shane wanted to cry. Wanted to scream and hit something. Wanted to play dead on the carpet. Blood pulsed behind his eyes.

    Instead, he murmured, “Can we not do this right now? I don’t want to… not tonight, Ilya.”

    Ilya’s brows dropped. He placed a hand against the door. “Shane, what is wrong?”

    Fuck, fuck, of course he wouldn’t just let this go. Shane’s jaw trembled. The panic flooded his system anew. He scrubbed at his eyes again. He’d been fine, he’d kept all the lights off, he’d tuned out the beating of his heart, the feeling of sweat against his spine. He’d fixed it, and now… now, like a relentless weed, the buzz in his nerves had relit.

    He wanted to slam his head against the door.

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    Shane's panic rears it's ugly head and while he tries to push Ilya away before he shuts down, Ilya steps into the hotel room and closes the door behind him.

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    15 Jun 2026