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    “Look,” Shane began, hitting the edge of the basin with the flat of his palm. “I don’t know if I did something to piss you off, or…or what, but you’re being fucking weird. The phonecall? And this? What is this?”

    Before he’d even really processed Shane’s words, Ilya was standing directly in front of him, grabbing his lapels, pulling him closer. Then his shoulders sagged and their foreheads met. Ilya could feel Shane shift, moving away, but Ilya kept him still. It felt so good just to have Shane near again. “You would not believe me,” Ilya murmured.

    Shane let his shoulders slump in acquiescence. He gave a little shrug. “I’m already having a tough time believing that you’re acting like this.” He laughed weakly, and Ilya envisioned what it would be like to tilt his head just slightly and press his lips to Shane’s. Would he reciprocate? Pull away? The latter. The latter. Obviously.

    Or, after Ilya takes the girl from the club in Montreal back to his hotel room, he falls asleep wishing that he and Shane had never been anything at all, and wakes up to a world in which that’s true.

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    12 Mar 2026

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    Ilya’s hands stay planted firmly at the curve of Shane’s hips, thumbs pressing into the edges where the stretch marks rise like faint ridges under his skin. “So pretty, Hollander. Stretch marks, yes?”

    “Yeah, had them… for as long as I can remember,” Shane gasps as Ilya’s grip tightens, thumbs circling the stretch marks as he fucks into Shane over and over again.

    OR: Shane rides Ilya, and Ilya is obsessed with Shane’s stretch marks.

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    09 Mar 2026

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    He pulled into the driveway and saw a white truck with the words Marlow’s Pool Services on the side. He sighed in relief at the sight, opening the door to his car and hurrying over to the parked truck. He knocked once on the window, startling the man inside. He looked up, his hazel eyes shocked to see someone standing right outside his vehicle. The window rolled down.

    “I’m so sorry for being late, my husband told me the wrong time and I was in a class,” Shane breathlessly said.

    “Ah, is no problem. You are not too late,” the man replied. The man rolled his window back up and opened the door to his truck, stepping out of it. He had an accent Shane couldn’t quite place–maybe Russian, he thought. He was also extremely hot. The sight of him was not helping Shane catch his breath.

    “I’m Shane,” he said, putting his hand out for the man to shake.

    “Ilya”, he responded with a smirk, shaking Shane’s hand firmly, his eyes quickly flicking down Shane’s body.

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    Ilya is hired to clean Shane's pool and they have an affair.

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    08 Mar 2026

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    07 Mar 2026

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    @IlyaRozanov81 | How do I get my husband to stop being mad at me?

    @HaydenPike | Replying to @IlyaRozanov81 What did you do now?

    @IlyaRozanov81 | Replying to @HaydenPike I forgot to do the dishes so he put me on a sex ban

    OR: Ilya forgets to do the dishes, so Shane implements a sex ban. He fails.

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    07 Mar 2026