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"What is this?" Shane flicked a finger against the bandage taped to Ilya's left side. "Another tattoo?"
Ilya smirked at Shane, nestled between his thighs. "Is your present."
"My present is a tattoo?"
"Russian tradition."
"Fuck you." Shane palmed Ilya's cock through his briefs. "I thought this was my present."
"You are my present."
"We both get presents on my birthday?"
"Another Russian tradition."
Shane scoffed. Still, Ilya was offering, and Shane never could say no.
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"Can I unwrap it now?" Shane asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, giddy with satisfaction.
Ilya was gone. Wrecked. Dead. He gave a half-hearted wave of okay.
Shane knelt and gingerly peeled off the bandage.
“A kitten?”
Ilya smiled. "No, moy lyubimyy. An angry kitten.” He lifted his head to stare at Shane. “Same expression you have now.”
Shane stared at the tattoo. Then at Ilya. Then back to the tattoo.
“You got a kitten tattoo? For me?”
“You are angry kitten.”
“I can't believe you just called me a kitten.”
“You purr like kitten, scratch like kitten, freckles like kitten.” Ilya's smile widened. “You are cute kitten.”
Shane glared at him.
Ilya pointed triumphantly at the tattoo. “Exactly. See?"