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  1. Rec *

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    “Don’t–” Ilya starts, already reaching, already cupping Shane’s face between both hands, thumbs warm and tender against his cheekbones like they’ve always belonged there.

    Shane’s eyes are big and gorgeous and genuinely curious. “Don’t what?”

    Don’t make me look like a lovesick idiot. Don’t make my heart trip over itself for a way out of my chest and into yours. Don’t say it like that—so fucking sincere—like you don’t know how devastating it is for me.

    “Don’t butcher my language,” he says instead and kisses Shane’s smile hard, like reflex, like gravity, like there was never going to be another option.

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    Shane sets out to learn Russian. Ilya discovers he's incapable of keeping his composure.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    Pretty much the second Shane closed the car door, Ilya pounced on him, pulling him into a deep kiss like a man possessed. Shane made a little noise of surprise in the back of his throat before leaning into the kiss, allowing Ilya to explore his mouth with his tongue.

    “Not that I’m complaining,” Shane said, panting a little as he pulled away for air. “but what prompted this?” 

    Ilya just hummed in the back of his throat, starting the car up. Music from his chill playlist permeated the car at a low volume. He started the drive back to their home, one thing on his mind. 

    “Have I ever told you that you sound very hot when you speak French?” Ilya asked casually. He was going a little over the speed limit. Shane, for once, didn’t scold Ilya, instead too busy sputtering at Ilya’s words. 

    “Seriously? That’s what has you hot and bothered?” Shane asked disbelievingly.

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    ilya thinks its really, *really* hot when shane speaks french

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    11 Jan 2026

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    Ilya realises that Shane doesn’t just respond to his needs during sex. He's taking orders – and getting off on it. They both are.

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    “Is it your wedding day?”
    Shane sputters. “Sorry?”
    “The tuxedo,” she points out. “You look like you just got married.”
    “Oh,” Shane says dumbly, glancing down at his rumpled suit. “No,” he adds.
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    Or the one where that one night in Vegas gets a little out of hand for Ilya and Shane and a marriage by accident could turn into one of convenience. And maybe, something more.

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    11 Jan 2026

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    Vegas wedding hijinks

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    “You tell me,” Ilya murmurs, “When I am cock buried inside, that you are learning Russian? You are not just saying this because I tell you I am homesick?”

    Shane tries to control his blushing, hand straightening the crucifix on instinct, fixing it at the base of Ilya’s throat, “I’ve been trying to, nothing impressive.”

    Ilya puts a hand under his chin, forces their gaze to meet, then pounds him hard, once, twice, three times. All of the normal friction he’s used to after so much fullness has Shane’s eyes rolling back, and Ilya pulls his chin again to kiss him while pistoning his hips roughly now.

    “Shane,” Ilya hisses as he whines, “L’ubímyj: my favorite.”

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