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Ilya knows it will be a problem from the first time he sees Shane put on his new Under Armor compression shirt. A new brand deal has led him to own far too many and his husband keeps wearing them to places Ilya can’t do anything about it.
In the Centaur’s locker room.
At the team’s training gym.
At a photoshoot that Ilya tags along to because Shane asked him to.Every time he sees his husband in one of those shirts, all Ilya wants to do is pin him against the nearest wall, rip the shirt off his body and bite - his pecs, his biceps, each individual ab that the shirt molds to as he lifts and runs and turns and smiles and laughs.
Fuck.
Ilya is fucked.
Well, he wants to fuck.
His Husband. In that shirt. Specifically.
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Ilya doesn't realize how distracting his husband in his new Under Armor compression shirt is until he starts wearing it everywhere. Finally, one morning, he gets to do something about it.
And Shane says "fuck" a lot because he's overstimulated.