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    “Do you want to know how it feels?”

    Shane let his hand fall back to the couch. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and lifted a brow at Rozanov. “What – holding the Cup? You’ve already made that joke once.”

    “No.” Rozanov’s fingers encircled Shane’s wrist and then he was pulling Shane’s hand between his legs.

     

    Or: Shane tops.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    Holy fuck

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    Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.” 

    Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”

    “I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.” 

    “Rozanov–” 

    “Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”

    OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic. 

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    09 Jan 2026

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    Perfection

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    “You never answer my question,” Rozanov repeats. Shane turns the water pressure down just a little so that he can hear the Russian over the spray, wipes some condensation from the stall window so that he can see him. “About your thing.”

    “My…thing?”

    “Your dildo.” Rozanov flashes him with a shit eating grin and points at him with his green plastic toothbrush. The green plastic toothbrush that Shane brought. The green plastic toothbrush that Shane brought, just encase Rozanov ever decided to stay longer than the time it took for the cum to dry on Shane’s belly.

    He brought the toothbrush for when Ilya smells like cigarettes, because Ilya always smokes a cigarette after sex.

    Oh yeah, that’s something that Shane apparently knows about him now.

    "Well?" Rozanov asks expectantly, "What colour is it?"
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    Shane Hollander has a dildo. Ilya Rozanov has a hyper fixation. They both benefit from it in some way.

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    09 Jan 2026

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    Fan fucking tastic!!

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    Lily: You left your shoes here.

    Shane frowns, looking down at his feet that are only covered by his black dress socks. Fuck. He walked out without shoes? He hadn't even noticed.

    or, Shane leaves the Vegas penthouse without his shoes. He might also be having a panic attack.

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    31 Dec 2025

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    Favorite!

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    “Russians don’t blush, starshine.”

    “And guys don’t squirt, Ilya.”

    A snowboarding trip turns into a filthy, intimate challenge when Ilya decides to prove a point—repeatedly—in the most overwhelming ways possible.

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    31 Dec 2025

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    Holy fuck