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    Summary

    Ilya arrived home and discovered his husband looking at a picture of another man in a skirt and stockings. Shane needs to beg for his forgiveness, and he especially needs to beg for his dick.

    "So," Shane starts, and Ilya smiles. "What were you saying about what's best for me?"

    Ilya grunts. He's more irritated than he thought about the whole thing. "You will have to do better than that," he says.

    Shane fucking pouts, then frowns, as if he sees something in Ilya's face before even Ilya can think about it. "I didn't jerk off to him. I didn't even get hard at him." Ilya scoffs. "You saw me. I didn't check his face, did I? It's easier when I can't see the face."

    Shane's thumb is still on his nipple and is joined by the index; Ilya's breath hitches. "What's easier?"

    Shane slides down from the sunbed. "Well. Imagining he's you, of course."

    Ilya discovers his limits and decides they are not strong enough to stop him from giving Shane Hollander exactly what he wants.
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    Or, the fic where Ilya service tops so hard he ends up bottoming.

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