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    Ilya’s thumb rubs slow circles into his hip, gaze dark and locked on him. “You’re doing so well, moya lyubov'.”
    Shane whimpers.
    “Such a good boy. Look at you—riding me like a slut.”
    “Just—just for you,” Shane chokes out, blushing hard, hips stuttering. “I—f-fuck—”
    “I know,” Ilya says, sitting up a little now, his mouth curving into a grin, holding steady on Shane’s hips. “You’re so good for me.”

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    or: shane is overstimulated. ilya takes care of him afterwards.

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    all of my hollanov fics in one place <3

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    21 Jan 2026

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    Shane’s whining beneath him, head thrown back, exposing the long column of his neck and rutting up against Ilya. Ilya licks up his throat, nibbling at Shane’s jaw, before his lips brush the shell of Shane’s ear.

    “Tell me what you want.”

    The reply is instant.

    “You.”

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    or: after his drunken confession, shane keeps avoiding ilya. at a student party ilya finally gets the chance to speak to him.
    part 2 to Close to Me

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    “Your space is nice,” Hollander whispers back, leaning in, breath warm against Ilya’s chest. “Smells like mint.”

    Ilya stops breathing.

    Hollander’s eyes are half-lidded, dazed, soft in a way Ilya has never seen. “Ilya,” he murmurs.

    And Ilya nearly chokes. The first name. His actual first name. Whispered like something intimate. Sacred. They’ve never called each other by their first name. Always Hollander. Always Rozanov. Ilya is so stunned he almost doesn’t process the next words, almost can’t translate them despite living in the States for almost four years now.

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    or: ilya is spiraling about what his roomate could be doing on a random tuesday night. he's not prepared when the night takes an unexpected turn.

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    Ilya likes getting Shane riled up, it’s one of his favourite things to do. Sending him sly little winks from his bench when he scores, pushing him against the wall and kissing him dirty, just before they have to leave.

    He loves the look on Shane’s face, the hunger, the fire in his eyes.

    So nobody can blame him when he sees that fire, and decides to poke it just a little more.

    Well, maybe Shane can, but that just adds to the fun.

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