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    Rather than give him the joint, Ilya takes it back between his own lips and sucks in a deep breath, the tip glowing as he does so. Then, before Shane can process it, he’s reaching up and sliding one large hand around the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him down so their lips meet.

    Shane gasps softly, and Ilya takes the opportunity to blow smoke into his open and waiting mouth.

    Oh, God. Are you there? It’s me, Shane Hollander. We’ve had our differences, but I think I’d like to convert for real this time. I’m ready. Open the pearly white gates. I’m coming up.

    Shane goes to a house party, gets high, then gets on his knees. bon appetite
    now a multi-chapter saga bc i couldn't help myself

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    22 May 2026

  2. Rec 16

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    Ilya was supposed to be on a plane to Boston after his game against Shane earlier that evening, except his plane was delayed for the next 24 hours. Ilya thought he could stay in the team assigned hotel or he could surprise Shane back at their secret apartment and finish what they started before he left. Ilya gets to the apartment and uses his key to open the door, the second he walks in his ears are met with the sound of shane moaning.

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    Ilya walks in on Shane already pleasuring himself.

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    19 May 2026

  3. Rec 57

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    Ilya gets overwhelmed his is team losing and needs to let go of control
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    Shane fucks Ilya so hard he forgets to speak

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    17 May 2026

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    He has to admit, he feels fucking ridiculous.

    The sweater isn’t much different from his own. The texture is the same, the fit is the same, but something about it feels entirely wrong. Blasphemous, somehow, like the hockey gods should strike Shane down for even thinking about putting it on.

    But here he is, pacing around his hotel room, wearing nothing but an Ilya Rozanov Boston Raiders jersey.

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    10 May 2026

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    “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane says, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

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    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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    10 May 2026