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    Ilya couldn't help it; he groaned. It felt so good to have Shane's hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp, that he had no real reply. He was sure if he opened his mouth his tongue would loll out. His only response was the clumsy fumbling of his hands at Shane's hips, like they were scrambling for purchase while the room tilted a little bit from how dizzy he was beginning to feel.

    "You like being pet, hmm?"

    Ilya groaned again, but this one was more from embarrassment than from being turned on.

    Or maybe it was embarrassment from how turned on he was. Because fuck, there was no denying it; he was, incredibly so, just from straddling Shane, from feeling him warm and sturdy and perfect. Ilya knew he was easy for Shane, but it felt like it shouldn't be possible to be this keyed up from Shane's eyes on him and his hands threading through Ilya's curls.   

    Shane chuckled at the sound Ilya made and then asked, quiet and domineering, "So we agree? You wanna be my dog?"

    or: Ilya is a little restless and off-kilter. Shane helps him settle down, boy.

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    "Yes, I am touching your boner," Ilya smirked. "Hip boner," he moved his hand down, stroking as he did. "Pelvis boner." He dragged his finger further away, down. "Femur boner."

    "I know that you know the difference between a bone and what a boner is, Rozanov," ground out Hollander. "You asshole."

    So impatient. So perfect.

    "A man cannot forget? Hollander, you know English is not my first language. I cannot understand what you may or may not imply, I need you to be specific for me."

    "Okay," agreed Hollander, far too quickly. "Sure, I can do that." There was an expression on his face that Ilya recognized as the same one he got whenever Ilya chirped him during a face-off, right before Hollander would inevitably win the puck and take off flying down the ice, Ilya racing behind him, snapping at his heels.

    or: Ilya challenges Shane to talk dirty and gets more than he bargained for.

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    "Hi," said Shane, probably – most definitely – destroying the sexiness of the moment.

    "Hello," replied Rozanov easily, with an air of fond exasperation that Shane somehow just knew was all for show. He made no other movements though, the bastard, seemingly content to just make Shane wait.

    "So, are we going to kiss?" asked Shane, putting his hands over Rozanov's, trying and failing to push them closer towards his cock.

    "We are going to do much more than kiss, Hollander," chuckled Rozanov lowly. "But yes, yes. I will give you what you want."

    or: Shane decides he should just lean into being shameless and desperate for Rozanov.

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