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    “You are such a good boy for telling me. My good boy.”

    Shane let his body relax in Ilya’s grasp, his breath catching in his throat at the blatant praise. Ilya touched a light fingertip in between Shane’s eyebrows, sliding it down the bridge of his nose and over his lips until it was resting on his Adam’s Apple,

    “You would look very pretty with a collar right here, yes?” he said, letting himself slide deeper in his accent, “My pretty puppy, humping every soft surface like he is in heat?”

    “Ilya. Male dogs don’t go into heat. Their bodies just react to-”

    “Maybe is what you need” Ilya suggested, his finger resting on Shane’s Adam’s Apple, “To return to how it felt, when you first felt good. Except now you are mine. Moy milyy shchenok.”

    My pretty puppy.

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    Shane is feeling sensitive and overwhelmed. Ilya knows exactly what he needs.

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    A series of standalone texting fics about Shane and Ilya <3

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    Shane’s hands suddenly leave his shoulders, and the dull sound of knees hitting the floor echoes through the scarcely decorated room.

    Shane rests his forehead on the sweat damp skin of Ilya’s thigh, his face pulled into something wrecked and agonizing. His shaking hands wrap around the bare skin of Ilya’s thighs, and he can feel how cold and clammy they were. The sight of Shane on his knees knocks all the air from his lungs. Ilya had not calibrated this yet, he had not prepared himself for a genuinely upset, distraught Shane Hollander to be gripping his pants and staring up at him like he would an altar.

    “Don’t wanna feel like– like this anymore. ‘Wanna feel good.” Shane whispers against his thigh, looking up at Ilya like he was the answer to every single fucking problem in the world. It was heady and addictive and wrong, here.

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    or: after shane is outed to his dad, he asks (begs) rozanov to be put into subspace. (episode 6 rewrite, somewhat)

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