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    If there's one thing Ilya's sure of by now, it's that Shane is desperate to be guided, to be told what to do.
    Ilya can't resist. “Look at me.”
    And jesus fucking christ, Shane's eyes meet Ilya's almost instantly, heat pooling low in Ilya's stomach.
    He swallows hard, because Shane is wide-eyed and asking for more, probably without even realizing and it gives Ilya only a glimpse of what he might look like if Ilya kissed him, or knelt in front of him, or pinned him down while driving into him.
    He thinks he might die if he doesn't ever get to find out what Shane sounds like if he makes him moan.
    Something stirs inside Ilya, slowly coming to the surface. “I'd make you feel so good.”

    Shane Hollander has been in an unhealthy relationship for some time. On a particularly lonely Friday night, he's at the Kingfisher by himself. And so is Ilya Rozanov.

    OR Ilya "Mr Steal Your Girl" Rozanov offers everything Shane is missing in his relationship.

    (fic freely inspired by the song "Bad Man" by FIGHTMASTER)

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