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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    “We can’t do this here,” Shane protests in a tone that is both unconvincing and totally at odds with the way he’s pulling at the front of Ilya’s shirt. “It’s not even nine o’clock, and this isn’t a fucking nightclub, it’s a respectable pub! Families eat here during the day. You’ll get us kicked out.”

    “Mmm,” Ilya hums, biting softly at Shane’s throat. “Better keep quiet, then.

    “Fuck,” Shane pants, shivering when Ilya slides a hand into his hair and pulls. “What’s gotten into you?”

    “Missed you. Been dreaming of your mouth all week,” Ilya tells him. “Suck my dick, will you?”

    “Fuck you,” Shane laughs, “I just drove for nearly two and a half hours to see you. I didn’t even stop at home first to drop off my bags. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet, asshole. You suck my dick!”

    Ilya smirks slowly and raises an eyebrow, Shane blushes, and Ilya is momentarily transported to a totally different bathroom in Las Vegas back in 2014, and a very similar conversation.

    The more things change, the more they stay the same.

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    31 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 38

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    I’m smart in Russian. It fucking pisses me off—I sound like a toddler in English. The language simultaneously makes no fucking sense and is pathetically boring. It has no complexity, no richness, no nuance. It’s impossible to create the same layers of thought in English that I can in Russian. It’s as if I am trapped inside myself and can only use a megaphone held by a third grader to speak with him.

    I want to say things to him that make no sense in English but would make him melt in Russian. My mother used to read poems by Pushkin to me when she tucked me in, and I want to read them to him, but every translation I find is fucking dull and stupid. He won’t even let me call him my “lover” because English has ruined that word. I hate English.

    Or, Ilya tries to use poetry to get better at English.

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    28 Jan 2026

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    “Come on, baby, once in a while does not hurt. Rookies say that drunk cigarettes don’t count, have you ever heard that? I think is funny,” Ilya tries, his kisses softer now, trying to work Shane into the soft, pliant mess he loves.

    It doesn’t work. In fact – “What’s that, Ilya?”

    Ilya is biting anywhere he can find, “I don’t have gun license, so I must be happy to see you.”

    But that doesn’t work either. Shane finally moves – only to grab at Ilya’s collar, pulling it so that it digs into the back of his neck, which has Ilya pausing as Shane inspects. “That, Ilya. What’s that.”

    or, Shane finds some (perfectly explainable) lipstick on Ilya's collar, and they both go through emotional saw traps

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    22 Jan 2026

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    WHINY TOP ILYA ‼️

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    The 2008 World Junior Hockey Championships are hosted in Regina, Saskatchewan, a place with absolutely fucking nothing to do. Ilya and Shane find themselves in each other's company, trying to pass the time.

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    18 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    just fantastic all around

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    Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?”

    “Having it down to a science.”

    “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.”

    “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.”

     

    OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him

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    11 Jan 2026