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    “I don’t think I can hold it,” he gasped out, “Think m’ gonna leak.”

    Ilya swore softly, looking around the path. They were surrounded by trees on both sides, miles away from Shane’s parents' cottage. Shane was crouched on the ground, clamping his thighs together in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Ilya tapped Shane’s back, prompting him to stand up,

    “Hollander. Put your hands on that tree.”

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    5 times Ilya Rozanov suspects he might have a piss kink + 1 time he admits it.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    Ilya's love drunk state combined with jetlag meant he was barely able to keep his eyes open, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. Still his hands roamed, lazily gliding along Shane’s sides, mapping the planes that he had already committed to memory some 10 years ago. Though now there was something new- a softness.

    Ilya’s fingers began to skim, ever so lightly dipping into his husband’s plush sides and over to his midsection. A thrill ran through his sleep-addled mind, and if he had been more conscious maybe he could have put his finger on it.

    “Mmm, takoy myagkiy, moy ponchik.”

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    Shane goes on a temporary retirement and it does things to Ilya

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    25 Jan 2026

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    Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.

    Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.

    It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.

    Easy pussy.

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    24 Jan 2026

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    Ilya glances at Shane, at the way the dying light is catching in his hair, refracting. At that spiderlily mouth, slightly open and curling coyly, two teeth peeked through the dark gap like an American Girl doll. At that shoulder, bare and pale and close enough to touch if Ilya just leaned forward, if he just reached out and took another liberty.

    To touch another person is to say: I know you will die, and I am doing this anyway.

    His mother used to say something like this. About painting.

    Every portrait is an act of faith, Ilyushenka. Faith and futility both.

    contrary to personal preference, ilya gets a roommate.

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    23 Jan 2026

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    An unexpected snowstorm forces Shane and Ilya to spend the night at Shane’s parents’ house.

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    22 Jan 2026