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theo @rozstoe
cliff “I would bang roz if I had to pick a dude” marlow has the biggest crush on rozanov after shane hollander
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Replying to @rozstoe
star @starlysmarly
fr fr . that man looked at cap like a snack before he left us for ottawa and #hollander (i understand you cliff)
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Replying to @rozstoe
nina @tittyrozzy
i think no one can withstand the magical powers of ilya rozanov’s curls n huge cock and his moles and— yall get the point
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theo @rozstoe

cliff “I would bang Roz if I had to pick a dude” marlow has the biggest crush on rozanov after shane hollander 

💬 24K 🔄 70.2K ❤️ 200K

 

Replying to @rozstoe 

star @starlysmarly

fr fr . that man looked at cap like a snack before he left us for ottawa and #hollander (i understand you cliff)

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Replying to @rozstoe 

nina @tittyrozzy

i think no one can withstand the magical powers of ilya rozanov’s curls n huge cock and his moles and— yall get the point

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luka @sillspore

ive been waiting YEARS for yall to talk about this. cliff looks ready to jump roz at any point. no matter the year. hes down BAD

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Replying to @sillspore 

SASHA @snoopyilya

FOR REAL. theres pictures of rozly that look like the start of a cheap porno 💀💀💀💀 like bro control urself thats ur bff!!! hes married!!! 

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debs @ilyaslestat

do yall think… they did it… #rozly #rozy #marly

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bie @HUDCONING 

no way lol roz is was too down bad for hollzy for that… not that marly would tell him no though. roz could ask him to jump n he would just ask how high. that man is desperateeee for a taste 

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Shane was going to kill Cliff Marlow with his bare hands. Strangle him until he passes the fuck out. Make him choke in his blood.

The amount of homicidal thoughts going through his mind was concerning, but any time someone dared to look at his husband with that look, Shane gained another pro on the idea of getting a fucking gun.

He understood the appeal. He married the man. Ilya had been his gay awakening. And fuck, those curls did have a magnetism of their own, making Ilya look holy, like a halo crowning him. And the moles splattered all over his body, somehow, made him look even more like a Greek God. 

Sometimes, during the summer, under the sunlight of their cottage, Shane thought that Ilya looked like a hand-crafted statue from way back then, immortalized into marble and made to last, to take that beauty into the end of civilization. 

So he understood the look in Marlow’s face, really. He sympathized with it, even. But the fury won. The possessiveness flowing through his veins flares at the sight of another person staring at the love of his life longingly.

He knew that his face was portraying the possessive, crazed look that made Ilya tease him relentlessly–before pounding him into the mattress, of course—but he couldn’t fucking help it.

He didn’t mean to get lost in the #rozly rabbit hole, but once he opened the tag, he got angrier and angrier. Picture after picture of Cliff Marlow staring at his husband like a piece of well-seared meat. They started from Ilya’s rookie year—their rookie year, a vicious voice crooned—and there were some from this fucking summer, at their camps.

“Ilya!” He shouted, closing the Twitter tab on his phone, trying to get rid of the image of anyone else besides Ilya. “Come here!”

Within seconds, Ilya stared down at him from the door of their bedroom, his face pulled into a concerned frown. “Malysh, what happened? You okay?”

That damned okei always made Shane melt, and he made grabby hands at Ilya, wanting him close for this conversation. “Come here.”

With his go-ahead, suddenly, he had a lapful of a squirmy Russian. Shane sighed contently. Yes. This is where Ilya Rozanov-Hollander belonged, trapped between the legs of his husband. Shane couldn’t help but feel smug.

“Have you checked Twitter?” 

“Uh, no?”

Shane buried his hand on those beautiful curls, recently colored a golden sheen from the cottage sun, and he felt more than saw how Ilya settled into Shane’s body, completely at his mercy.

“They’re saying that Marlow wants to fuck you. Or have you fuck him. Who knows."

“What?” Ilya’s voice was high-pitched, something that would be way funnier if Shane had any brain power to point it out. But no, all he could think was fucking Marlow staring at Ilya. “And you believe them?”

The thing is. The thing is! It’s not the first time Shane has thought about it. Way before they were exclusive, there was some talk about Marlow taking his Roz duties seriously, whatever the fuck that meant, and Shane had gone on a jealousy-induced psychosis.

So, yeah. But he had never told Ilya. Didn’t want to be wrong and jealous at the same time. Wouldn’t be good for his ego, really.

But now, with his wedding band marking Ilya’s pianist hands, he could talk about it. Especially because the internet was backing him up, for once. And the rage simmering underneath his skin—at Marlow, never at Ilya—helped Shane stomach this conversation.

“Don’t get mad.”

“I would never do that, but okay.”

“I’ve… thought about it before? Maybe?” He tried to find the correct words, but failed in his search across his brain. “There were rumours, way back then, that you two had threesomes together, and then… Some guys said that Marlow took his Roz duties very seriously.”

Ilya’s brows were reaching his hairline, his eyes wide enough for Shane to see the speckles of gold in his opal eyes. God, he was beautiful. 

“You really think that Marlow had the hots for me?”

The question wasn’t even asked in a judgmental tone, but a curious one. Shane found it adorable that Ilya always listened to his input, even on things that weren’t his to point out nowadays, with Ilya wearing the C instead of Shane.

“Has.” He corrects softly, fingers digging into Ilya’s scalp. “I think he has the hots for my husband.”

 

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Shane’s face was all furrowed, an annoyed set in his brows, and Ilya had named this facial expression as annoyed kitten, even before he married the man. Ilya snorted, making the hands in his curls stop as Shane directed his glare towards him.

Uh-oh. He’s in trouble.

“Couldn’t have me, anyway. Just want you, malysh.” He promised, sealing the deal with a soft kiss on Shane’s bare skin. “I never got the vibe from Marly, but I guess you have receipts. Don’t you?”

Shane sheepishly nodded and pushed his phone towards Ilya’s face. “Scroll.”

 

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sev @METALLOKINETIC

god we can finally talk about #rozly??? FINALLY. that man has been thirsting over roz for YEARS. any shirtless pic we have of them, marly is staring at roz like a bitch in heat

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ross @rozroan 

💀💀💀 marly getting exposed by everyone for wanting a piece of roz’s ass wasn’t on my 2026 bingo card 💀💀💀 true tho

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may @itsmaybitheway 

i bet marlow curses the day hollander stole (rightfully) roz from him

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Ilya shook his head, picture after picture of Marlow staring at him flooding the timeline of Shane’s burner account. He was impressed with the people’s dedication, honestly. The research seemed to go very back in years, from Ilya’s rookie year to now, the same adoring stare from Marly in every single image.

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah,” Shane added, his kitten face still on, “oh.”

 

“Are you jealous?” Ilya had to ask, and for once, he wasn’t making fun of Shane. He was truly just… asking. He wanted to know what was going on in that beautiful brain of his. 

 

“Kind of. I guess it still irks me that he was around you for so long, while I couldn’t.” The sigh that escaped Shane’s body was loud, and it made Ilya hug him closer, caressing Shane’s bare skin with the same adoration that he received from his husband. “I always thought he wanted you, though. He looked at you the way I’ve always looked at you.”

 

Shane added the last bit sheepishly, a pretty flush staining his cheeks. Ilya was enchanted by this man. By his husband. Hishishis. His to kiss, to own, to defile. 

 

“I never noticed. Was too focused on you. On beating you. Loving you. Wanting you. Everything came back to you.” Ilya confessed. They talked about their time apart, when they were pretending nothing about them was more than a casual hookup. As if counting the days before they saw each other was a casual thing to do. As if flying for a fuck wasn’t a desperate thing to do, and not casual at all. “Never noticed him, vozlyublennyy.”

 

“I know, baby, I know. It’s just… the rumours…”

 

“We did sleep with girls together,” Ilya admitted. “Mostly when we were drunk off our faces, though. I didn’t look at him, honestly. And I didn’t look at the girl, either. That was in 2016. When…”

 

“When I was with Rose?” Shane finished the sentence for Ilya, a pained smile on his pretty face. 

 

Ilya nodded, a strained look on his face. “Yeah. Didn’t focus on anything else but me during that time. Didn’t even get them off. Just came and left.” 

 

Ilya was ashamed of himself during that period. He had always prided himself on making it good for his partners, it was a thing for him, but during 2016, no one could make him look twice.

 

He had only slept with girls whenever the ache inside of him got too big, too unavoidable. And because of that, he didn’t remember shit from that time. Just some flashes of black hair, freckles and sweet smiles trying to lure him in.

 

“You? Not getting someone off? That’s rare.” Shane stared at him with shock written all over his face, as if his confession was shattering all his beliefs. “But you’ve always…”

 

“It’s different with you. I’ve always wanted you. I… I used the girls to get rid of the image of you in my mind, and I couldn’t even look at them, because they weren’t you.”

 

Shane had tears in his eyes, those perfect amber eyes, with the most doe eyed stare that made Ilya crumble every single time he spent too long staring. “Really?”

 

“Yeah, vozlyublennyy. Wanted my Shane. Always.”

 

Without any warning, Shane pulled his curls into his fist and smushed their lips together into a wet, messy kiss. It was bliss, Shane’s hot tongue was mapping Ilya’s mouth with insistence, and Ilya let out a moan at the feeling of ownership and belonging as Shane’s legs wrapped around Ilya’s hips, pulling him in.

 

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ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81

do u guys think he has the hots for me though???

Shane mf Hollander

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Replying to @ilyarozanov81

emma @shanesexual

sir u share a surname w him

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Replying to @shanesexual

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV @ilyarozanov81

okay but does he like me??? also. great username. me too

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lia @hollandershole

PLS SIR MORE PICS OF SHANE PLS PLS PLS WE NEED SOME CANDID PICS OF HIM. NOT SPONSORED ADS. PLS.

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Replying to @hollandershole

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81

mmm. okay. i'll share. this one is my favorite

shanesie

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Replying to @hollandershole

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81 

@roselandry got shane this shirt 

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Replying to @hollandershole

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81

and my favorite @gq outtake (sorry shane)

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SHANE HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @shanehollander24

... i'll allow it. mine. 

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Replying to @shanehollander24

HAYDEN @hpike

SHANE????

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Replying to @hpike

SHANE HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @shanehollander24

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Replying to @hpike

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81

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CLIFF ✅ @marlowcliff

@ilyarozanov81

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Replying to @marlowcliff

SHANE HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @shanehollander24

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Replying to @marlowcliff

ILYA HOLLANDER-ROZANOV ✅ @ilyarozanov81

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