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    “Ilya,” he gasps. “You’re drunk, hey, ah, wait,” he adds, and he’s trying so hard to do the right thing here, but Ilya’s cock is still sliding against his and he can’t stop himself from moving his hips to chase it.

    “Yes,” Ilya says. His mouth trails down over Shane’s collarbone and his chest, leaving a trail of spit because he’s being so messy. “Waited all night to have you,” he mumbles, looking up to meet Shane’s eyes, and takes his nipple between his lips.

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    20 Jul 2026

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    “Can I —?” Ilya asked. His meaning was clear as he stared at Shane's nipple.
    “Of course,” Shane said, automatically; his body — his entire being — was as much Ilya’s as it was his own. There was a certain absurdity in Ilya even feeling the need to ask.
    Shane felt unsteady, like he didn’t quite grasp something, because the way Ilya began to mouth at his nipple was too shallow, rhythmic, and slow to really be erotic. Well, it was erotic, of course; in the way that any touch from Ilya was, inherently, to Shane. But there seemed to be no particular purpose. He just — sucked. Or, perhaps more aptly, Shane realised, with a bolt of hot, twisting confusion, suckled.
    “That’s good,” Shane said, voice cracking. It wasn’t what he meant to say, because he hadn’t meant to say anything, too worried the only thing that would come out would be a what the fuck. But Ilya moaned, leaning more heavily against Shane, hands fisting the hem of Shane’s shirt, as he applied a little more pressure.

    OR: Ilya’s fixation with Shane’s pecs turns into something unexpected.

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    19 Jul 2026

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    Their rivalry, as history has written it, has finally come to an end.

    "I won," Shane breathes, and the smile, the smile that's been plastered on his face since he scored, grows wider.

    Montreal knocks Boston out of the playoffs. Shane learns how to be Ilya Rozanov's boyfriend. Ilya wears Shane's jersey. Set about a year after the finale.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    Shane sends him a text that says 'thinking about your cock' with a picture of his rippling abs, and even though Ilya really appreciates the abs, all he can think about is the faint bruise blooming on Shane's ribs, and whether it hurts him very badly, and whether there's anything Ilya could do to make it hurt less, if he were there. He wants to be there, he realizes. He wants to be there for the rest of his life.

    He has to duck out of the team weight room so he can cough up a fistful of petals.

    So.

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    Or: Ilya gets Hanahaki disease.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    Mystery Work

    Part of my private fics
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    This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!

    28 Jun 2026