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    “They need to return to a conference based system,” Svetlana said, slamming her hand against the table. “It was fucking fine the way it was, why are we handing out participation trophies to shitty divisions?”

    Ilya raised his eyebrows from where he hovered in the kitchen, cracking open another Red Bull.

    “This is fun,” he said, deadpanned. “You guys should start a podcast or something. I would not listen, you are both terribly boring.”

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    Or, after an injury on the ice forces Shane into an early retirement, he and Svetlana start a podcast.

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    “We should do it sometime.”

    “Do what?”

    “Like…it. On camera.”

    Ilya’s eyebrows shot into his hair.

    “You want me to fuck you for my channel?”

    Or, Ilya is on OnlyFans and his husband is a (not so) secret exhibitionist.

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  4. Public Bookmark 37

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    “So beautiful. Such a hungry hole, Shane.” It wasn’t the first time Shane had taken Ilya to this length, and his hole always ended up just like this - red, puffy, clenching rhythmically around the tentacle until it was too tired, finally relenting let it fuck it until it hurt. Shane loved it. “What is it hungry for, sweetheart?” Ilya breathed into Shane’s hair.

    Fuck Ilya and his teasing and his dirty talk, Shane was going insane and Ilya was torturing him. Shane tried to grind down on the tentacle, but Ilya’s legs spread his more, limiting his movements. He whined in frustration and Ilya chuckled.

    “What” -Ilya pinched his nipple- “is it” -and his inner thigh- “hungry” -,squeezing his cock hard- “for?”

    Shane’s breath hitched out of him with the truth. “Your eggs. It wants your eggs. Fill me up Ilya, please.”
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    Ilya has tentacles and can put eggs inside Shane, so Shane wants him to do just that, please and thank you!

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    Hollander’s hand slides up his face and into his hair, before curling into a fist and tugging. Ilya gasps, his eyes shooting open as his head is forced back. “Eyes open, puppy.”

    Ilya nods as much as he can with Hollander’s hand holding his head in place, the sting in his scalp only turning him on more.

    “How long have you wanted me like this, Rozanov?” Hollander teases. “Since I became captain?” Ilya tries to shake his head. Hollander’s grip tightens, and Ilya moans loudly. “Words, Rozanov.”

    “Before,” Ilya pants. “Since-since we met. Since I saw your-your веснушки, your freckles.”

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    Collage/University AU, where Shane and Ilya play hockey on the same team and live across the hall from each other, and have little hate crushes on each other. And then one day, there’s a cockroach in Ilya’s dorm, and he freaks out so loudly that Shane comes from across the hall to bang on his door and tell him to shut the fuck up. And they're both so turned on, Ilya by how mean Shane is to him and how effortlessly he gets rid of the cockroach, and Shane by how pathetic Ilya is. Things escalate.

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