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Powerful, euphoric, hot.
That’s how he felt when he had Ilya’s undivided attention, that’s how he felt when he’s manhandled and contorted into all sorts of positions and that’s how he felt when Ilya pounded him so hard he blacked out; it’s happened a couple of times.Or: An extended look at the couch scene in the Episode 4 montage
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05 Feb 2026
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“Hi, solnyshko,” Ilya replied, lips upturned in a relaxed smile as Shane pressed his hand to Ilya’s cheek, caressing him with his thumb in that way he always liked to do. He ran his fingers through Shane’s dark hair, admiring it as the golden rays of sun filtering in through the cottage windows seemed to make it shift in hue, a whole array of brownish tints on display within Shane’s messy locks.
His sunshine, with tanned summertime skin and beautiful hair and a smile that could light up a whole city block. “I missed you. I was getting lonely here, awake all by myself.”
— Ilya and Shane wake up with some soft morning sex during their summertime getaway at the cottage.
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03 Feb 2026
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He changed the angle.
Just a subtle shift of his wrist—tilting the dildo upward so the curved head kissed Shane’s prostate dead-on with every thrust.
The effect was immediate.
Shane’s back bowed violently. A high, girlish squeak bursted out of him—cute, almost shocked, the kind of sound he’d deny making forever. Then his mouth fell open in a silent scream. No noise at all for several long heartbeats. Just the obscene, wet squelch-squelch-squelch of the toy plunging in and out, lube foaming at the base, cream gathering in sticky white rings around his stretched rim.
His inner thighs shook harder—violent, uncontrollable tremors. His whole lower body vibrated. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming intensity of it.
Then the air rushed back into his lungs.
A broken, keening whine tore out of him, followed by another, and another—loud, desperate, shameless. He thrashed weakly in Ilya’s hold, not trying to get away, just overwhelmed, body short-circuiting from pleasure.
Ilya was losing it.
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02 Feb 2026
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“所以，”Ilya拖长了声音说，他擦着台面上并不存在的碎屑，避开了他的目光，“你圣诞节要去父母家吃晚饭，对吧？”
“是啊。”
Ilya点点头，“你出门期间我可以帮你照看房子。如果有装饰品，还能把这里布置得漂亮些，至少不会太冷清。”
Shane的眉毛高高扬起，“什么？你不想一起来吗？”
终于，Ilya抬起头看向他，犹豫地问，“你……希望我一起去？”
Shane皱起眉，“我当然想。不然我何必邀请你来这儿？难道是为了让你独自过圣诞吗？”
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或者说：冬季经典赛前一周，Ilya独自滞留在蒙特利尔。而Shane没有让他一个人过圣诞节。Bookmarked by Smy2k
02 Feb 2026
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Shane and Ilya attended a gala for their teams. Shane got a little too tipsy and Ilya refused to let him drive them back to their hotel. Shane did the only thing he could think of to get back at him… give him head on the ride back. And not let Ilya cum.
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01 Feb 2026