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    Ilya's still revelling in the final aftershocks of pleasure, milking it, fucking his cum as deep into Shane as biology's restrictions allow him, when he notices it—the helpless, tiny bucks of Shane's hips.

    He watches them work, enthralled. Then lays his hands on them, feels the movement until it stutters to a halt, like Shane finally realises he's doing something he's not supposed to.

    or, Ilya sees Shane hump the bed, gets ridiculously fixated on it and then gets fucked about it too

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    uhm. is this what I think it is?????

    *grainy image of two people kissing on a rooftop (they look like shane and ilya)*

    ❤ 278K 8:22 PM - August 31, 2017

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    I can't believe they just let Rozanov get away with this.

    ❤ 18.2K 1:45 PM - September 2, 2017


    or, a more light hearted and crack-coded sequel to The MVP Incident (can be read as standalone)

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    Shane was a tidy, meticulous person, careful in every way.

    He only got like this with Rozanov. He couldn’t explain it, would never be able to even if threatened, but maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe it was just a fact of life. Water was wet, the sky was blue, Shane Hollander wanted Ilya Rozanov to drunkenly fuck him without a condom.

    “Of course I want to,” Rozanov rasped. “Stupid idea, though.”

    “Everything we do is stupid."

    When the next day arrived, he could languish in some sort of regret. But what was Shane supposed to do? He had a brain swamped with alcohol, and Rozanov looked edible. Of course they were going home together.

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    "Shane Hollander," he said. "We are lying in the very comfortable bed you bought for me to fuck you in, in the very weird condo you bought, also for me to fuck you in."

    "It's an investment," Shane grumbled.

    "And I have just fucked you, I think, very well," Rozanov continued. "At least I do not remember any complaints."

    He swung his body easily across the bed, pinning Shane in place.

    "No complaints," Shane huffed, almost a laugh. "No complaints here."

    "So why the fuck," Rozanov said into the soft skin beneath Shane's ear, "are you asking me about other men?"

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    Or: Shane thinks what he needs to do is fuck another man. Just to see. Just to know. Just to test if it's only Rozanov who can make him feel this way.

    But he has no idea how to go about fucking a stranger without it immediately becoming a story in the tabloids.

    And he can think of only one person to ask for advice. So, in a post-coital haze, he makes the obvious move: he asks Ilya Rozanov, his extremely casual fuckbuddy, for advice on how to pick up other men.

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