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    “You like it, right?” Shane whispered against his lips.

    “Hm?” Ilya tried hard to focus on Shane’s words but Shane felt too good, the pressure of his ass on Ilya’s crotch too maddeningly distracting.

    Shane leaned in so that his mouth was now right on Ilya’s ear, stilling his movements. “I said,” he breathed hotly, “you like it? Being my dog?”

    And this was new. The words sent an electric shock down Ilya’s spine, making him involuntarily thrust up into Shane. Ilya swallowed, closing his eyes and nodding furiously, as Shane nibbled on his ear lobe and sucked sweetly at the skin there.

    “Speak,” Shane said simply, the same tone he used when talking to Chiron or Anya. When talking to dogs.

    “Fuck,” Ilya choked out. “Yes, da, yes, I like being your dog.”

    or, Ilya discovers a new kink about himself.

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    “What I was trying to say,” he says, carding his fingers through Shane’s hair, “is that I want to see you fuck yourself on your dildo.”

    Shane tenses. Ilya can actually feel him blush, his cheek physically heating on Ilya’s chest.

    “I want to watch you open yourself for me,” Ilya murmurs, his own spent dick clenching at the thought. “With your toy.”

    “Ilya.”

    “Have always wanted this. Is why I asked what color. To picture you better.”

    “You fucking pervert!”

    “Yes,” Ilya agrees, raising his thigh to brush against Shane’s sweet, mostly soft cock. Shane moans quietly, and Ilya feels like a fucking god. What is better than this? Hockey? Please. This is what Ilya was made for. “For you. Very much.”

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    “I do not want to make you uncomfortable. With how I talk about us. To others. Like . . . reporters. Or how I treat you in front of others, like the guys on the team.”

    Something like understanding settled on Shane’s face now, and it immediately made Ilya’s heart stop racing. “You think I don’t like PDA.”

    “First time I held your hand in public I thought you were going to have a panic attack,” Ilya admitted.

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    Or: Shane's first season on the Ottawa Centaurs, as told through five times Ilya initiated PDA (and one time Shane did).

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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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    “Never have I ever…” Bood was smiling so hard, it was almost hard to understand him as he fought to get the words out. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure, and tried again. “Never have I ever gone down the Boston cop slide and, somehow, come out of the other end without any pants on.”

    If anyone asked, Ilya was blaming the fire for how his cheeks heated as everyone’s eyes flew to him.

    “I am going to kill Cliff Marlow,” he muttered darkly, taking a reluctant swig of vodka.

    -- Or: The Ottawa Centaurs play Never Have I Ever. It devolves into the Centaurs making fun of Ilya for all of the Boston shenanigans he got into before (and after) Shane made an honest man out of him

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