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Sweet.
There weren't many things in this world Ilya Rozanov would call "sweet"
Shane Hollander, however, was not one of those things. Everything about him was sweet. Deliciously, sickeningly sweet. From his big brown eyes, to his plump lips.
Oh, his lips. Ilya could write a book just about Shane's lips. They were so.....perfect. There really wasn't any other way to put it. They were perfect. And sweet. Practically candy, or even straight sugar in Ilya's opinion. And heavens, were they addictive
Back to the point, If anything in this world could be deemed "sweet", it would be Shane.
The way he folded his clothes immediately after taking them off. The way he'd blush when Ilya teased him. Even the way he called Ilya an asshole was sweet. There was no part of Shane that Ilya had left undiscovered, and there was definitely no part that wasn't sweet.
"Sladkiy." Ilya whistled, sitting on the edge his bed, legs crossed. Watching with great interest as Shane stood bare infront of him, folding his clothes.
"What?"
"Sweet." Sweet. Deliciously, disgustingly, amazingly, sickeningly, disgustingly sweet.