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“Hollander, you…wow.”
“It’s, um.” Shane cleared his throat. “It’s Jane?”
Ilya’s head snapped up, eyes meeting Shane’s and lips curling at the edges.
“Ah, Jane. I did not know you were coming here tonight, sweet girl.”
Shane shivered.
“Um. Surprise?”
Ilya’s fingers skated up Shane’s socked calves.
“Yes, very good surprise.”
Kinktober Day 2: Embarrassment + Feminization
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- Part 3 of anon HR fics
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Shane had worked toward this for months, and finally he was on the final step. Tomorrow, Ilya would come to him. Tomorrow, he’d be his.
Kinktober Day 3: Mind Control
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- Part 4 of anon HR fics
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He became a scholar of Shane’s body and his needs, quickly finding how he could relieve the tension of whatever the day brought the other man with a slow kiss and a hand against his jaw. A few months in, Shane had gone unusually quiet and loose-limbed after a particularly rough round with Ilya’s mouth dripping filth like he was getting paid to do so.
Kinktober Day 4: Subspace
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- Part 5 of anon HR fics
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The neon sign out front was obnoxious and grating, making him squint against the bright pink and blue as he walked up to the booth, the beta inside busy scrolling on her phone.The place was in a slightly shadier part of town, barely hidden away from tourist traps and school field trips, but Shane could hold his own - and he liked it here despite its rough appearance.
Kinktober Day 5: Glory Hole
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- Part 6 of anon HR fics
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Shane was like a butterfly in a frame, pinned beneath Ilya as he studied the way the flush from his cheeks spread down his chest. Ilya hummed, and rolled his hips once, just to see.
Kinktober Day 6: Held Down
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- Part 7 of anon HR fics
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“You’re serious.”
Ilya nodded.
“Yes. I can help.”
Shane took a deep breath, his hands flying to his hair and running through it, making it stand up in odd points.
“This is crazy. You know this is crazy, right?”
Ilya rolled his eyes. “What if they…what if they can hear something? What if I can’t…stay still?”
Ilya weighed his options, tilting his head side to side as he thought it over.“This is true. I can still help you. Come.”
Kinktober Day 7: Dirty talk, cockwarming, aphrodisiacs (oh, my!)
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- Part 8 of anon HR fics
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Shane got himself up, praying no one else could hear the low hum of the apparently vibrating butt plug.
“Fine. Caught a rough patch of ice or something.” He turned and glared at Ilya, where he sat on the bench, taking large sips of water and conversing with some of the guys like nothing had happened. Shane should’ve known.
Kinktober Day 8: Face sitting, public sex
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- Part 9 of anon HR fics
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“Do you know how long you went over your time, Shane?”
Shane panted, his head shaking against the pillows.
“No. Maybe 10 minutes?”Ilya laughed.
“No. It was 25.”“So, if you would like me to do the math for you,” Ilya’s grip turned hard, his pace quick and unforgiving. “That’s five times you are going to get close and not come.”
Kinktober Day 9: Orgasm delay/denial + discipline
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- Part 10 of anon HR fics
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He had maybe overdone it at the after party’s after party, the crowd of models intermingling with the crowd of…hockey players? Maybe? He couldn’t really remember, could only vaguely recall a sports team joining their group and the bottle girls bringing him round after round, snorting something in the bathroom.
He shifted, his wrist catching on something. He groaned and started to shift to roll onto his side - and couldn’t. He paused. Something was around his ankle. His eyes opened, but he was met with complete darkness. Fuck, had he gone fucking blind?Kinktober Day 10: Noncon (+gentle sex if you squint)
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- Part 11 of anon HR fics
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The worst thing about the hockey team wasn’t their pack mentality and their inability to stay quiet during his careful demonstrations; it was Ilya fucking Rozanov.
Ilya had taken his class twice, failed once, and taken an incomplete for the next time. “Third time’s the charm," that’s what people said, so Shane was going to make sure he passed.
Ilya would walk in, no backpack, just a pencil or pen behind his ear and a can of Coke from the vending machine in the lobby, and slouch into the third row, right in front of Shane’s podium.
His stare was intense, his body language bored, and he never hesitated to interrupt Shane’s carefully prepared lectures to ask questions about his personal life.
Kinktober Day 11: Age Gap
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- Part 12 of anon HR fics