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  1. Public Bookmark 23

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    Lestat is obsessed with Louis. Which is understandable, because who wouldn’t be?

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    15 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 28

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    The arena was too loud.

    Louis felt the bass before he properly heard it, the vibrations rising through concrete and steel to settle unpleasantly beneath his ribs. White lights swept endlessly over the crowd below, catching glitter, sweat, upturned faces shining with the particular ecstasy of mortals permitted proximity to something beautiful enough to ruin them. They screamed themselves ragged for a vampire who had once played piano for Louis through his large iPad screen, candlelight wavering gold across his face while rain battered the windows of his Montreal apartment.

    It still unsettled him sometimes, seeing Lestat like this. Not the fame, because Lestat had always required attention the way fire required oxygen. What disturbed him was the scale of it. The noise. The sheer appetite of it all. The complete surrender of himself to spectacle.

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    After months of mutual avoidance, Louis attends a Vampire Lestat concert and confronts the man behind the performance.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Ilya grins, a slow, filthy unraveling of lust spilling across his face. “Moya shlyukha, I would not be able to keep my hands off of you,” he rasps, palming his dick, grinning at the faint squelch, the wet drag of his fingers. Shane bucks into his hand, his jaw dropping open, slack with need. Ilya's whole heart aches as he watches his husband sink into pleasure, hitching whimpers escaping from his throat. “You would be the star of the room, no? Every eye would be on you, thorns in their heart for all they cannot have.”

    “You do,” Shane reminds him, as if it's needed, as if Ilya cannot feel it in each clench of his thighs, each wandering drag of his fingers, in the way his hips roll across Ilya's, involuntary, strangled whines rising from his mouth. “You always have.”

    OR: Sometimes, simply being married to Shane isn't enough. Sometimes, Ilya wants him in ways he can't explain; caught and collared and safe beneath his hand.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    “Ilya, this is an ad for fitness equipment.”

    “No, this is ad for Shane Hollander. There just happens to be a treadmill in background.”

    “Ilya…”

    What? It is true. I think maybe even treadmill is taking up too much space in video.”

     


    OR: Ilya watches his husband in a Peloton ad. It goes as unhinged as expected.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    “I’m gonna fuck you again now, Shane.” Ilya shifted to lie on his side, pulling Shane with him so that he was spooning him, his hard cock slotting between Shane’s legs in front of him.

    “Oh fuck,” Shane whispered as the head of his cock poked at his abused entrance, pulling away ever so slightly.

    Ilya simply pulled him back, pushing up his leg to expose him further. He then quickly used his hand to position himself before pushing just the tip inside. He returned his hand to Shane’s meaty thigh to keep him open.

    As expected, Shane keened as Ilya pushed forward into his ass.

    “Oh my god, Ilya,” he gasped. “It’s so much.”

    Ilya leaned in to kiss Shane’s neck.

    “I know, baby, I know,” he whispered in his ear. “But you can take it.”

    Ilya watched closely as Shane whimpered and bit his lip again, trying to suppress another whine.

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    Or, Ilya wakes up at 2 a.m. horny as fuck, sees Shane asleep, and decides to make it everyone’s problem.

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    10 Jun 2026

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