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    Shane is still learning that he doesn't have to be perfect in his own relationship. Ilya is still learning the rules of Shane's bad days. So when Shane tries to push him away after a crushing loss, it leads to a tense argument. But ten years of rivalry are no match for Shane’s tears; the second he starts to cry, Ilya folds like a house of cards.

    Or: Shane tries to starve himself as punishment for losing, Ilya tries to feed him, and it turns into a very soft night of pampering because Ilya is legally incapable of staying angry at a crying Shane.

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    29 Jan 2026

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    Shane is used to feeling fuzzy with Rozanov. Like he’s floating higher, higher, higher. But this - this isn’t that.

    Shane isn’t floating, he’s falling. Sinking down, down, down below, into darkness. It feels like there are waves crashing over his head, cold and sharp like needles against his skin, and when he does manage to breach the surface for a moment, he’s met with thick fog and a starless sky. It feels sort of like a concussion, but not. There’s no pain, just…haziness. Just a gaping, empty feeling, right in the centre of his chest.

    (Or, Vegas rewritten.)

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    13 Jan 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 93

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    With their mouths slotted firmly together, lips parted just right, Ilya exhales heavily into Shane's mouth. The smoke flows between them again, filling up Shane's lungs.

    The only way Shane can describe the experience is warm. Ilya's mouth is warm against his, his hand is warm where it rests on his chin, and the smoke he breathes in is warm as it fills his lungs. Ilya pulls away just enough to let him exhale out all the smoke, but Shane quickly slams their mouths back together, tongue pushing past his parted lips.

    [or: Ilya shows Shane how enjoyable getting high can be.]

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    05 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 1933

    Mystery Work

    Part of thebolterbibi collection
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    This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!

    30 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 61

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    Ilya couldn’t get enough. He was addicted to the sounds Shane made. He was hooked on his husband’s groans, moans, and whimpers; along with every variation of his name. He had never really thought much about how his name sounded before Shane, but now all he found himself able to think about is how Shane’s lips look wrapping around the consonants that spell it out, the breathy intonation behind every vowel. He’s intoxicated by the sounds he can feel reverberate through his chest and against his lips when they’re pressed close together, Shane demanding pleasure with the movement of his hips or surrendering to Ilya by falling into him, letting himself be manhandled and directed with Ilya claiming his lips as if he were a man starved. Not a day passed that Ilya did not think of the noises Shane made, or how he could get them to make more of them.

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    29 Dec 2025