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    “Hockey players are too intense. But you are maybe worse. I can see it on your face. But I especially can feel it on your body.”

    Shane wants to be offended, but Ilya’s hands travel lower now, close enough to the hem of his briefs that circle his thighs, and it makes his breath catch. Ilya taps the fabric gently.

    “Do you ever let yourself feel, Shane Hollander?”

    Shane takes in another sharp breath.

    “Do you ever let go?”

    <3

    or: shane is an excellent hockey player with control issues, ilya is a yoga instructor (amongst other things) with a talent (or, maybe, a very unprofessional approach) to undoing people carefully, and they surrender to each other at a retreat meant for healing.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    read ch 5
    amazing

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    Shane’s eyes drop down, landing on Ilya’s mouth—except all that does is bombard him with fifty different images of what Ilya’s lips would look like with saliva dripping down his chin, cheeks rosy-red, gazing up at Shane with hazy, galaxy eyes as he lies naked and ruined in their sheets.

    And then, because Shane never learned how to control his lovesick mind when it comes to Ilya, that thought is immediately accompanied by the image of Ilya all fucked-out, his blushing face panting with the exertion of keeping his thighs spread, of being taken apart. He thinks about Ilya moaning and whimpering, hole fluttering helplessly as Shane teases it with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, thinks about Ilya begging for him, to let him cum—

    “Shane?”

    —and suddenly Shane’s hungry in a completely different way.

    (It’s 8:02 in the morning when Shane watches Ilya sleep—dead to the world, curls a mess, with drool dripping down pink lips and onto their silk pillows—and thinks, I want to fuck my boyfriend.)

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    04 Jul 2026

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    There was nothing Ilya loved more than fucking Shane Hollander – except, as he’d finally said out loud, maybe Shane Hollander himself.

    The time at the cottage was perfect – more than perfect. Lifechanging. Universe-shifting. He had a boyfriend. A family. Everything he’d ever wanted – except that now it was time to go home, and deal with the one thing he still didn’t want to talk about.

    His heat.

    His disgusting, miserable, painful heat – that he would handle alone. Like he always did. But then Shane was asking him why, and that was the question, wasn’t it? Why, why, why?

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    04 Jul 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “What do you want, Luca?” Ilya was stroking Shane’s spit-covered dick, making him squirm in his lap. 

    “I want —” he swallowed, getting lost in eyeing the movements. Ilya rubbed his palm against the head and Shane gasped, pressing his back against Ilya’s chest. “Anything you’ll give me.”  

    “Mm,” Ilya hummed approvingly. He removed his hand and wiped his palm against Shane’s cheek. Luca shuddered, mind fading to black like the end of a movie. “That’s a good start.” 

    Or: Shane, Ilya, and Luca have a lot of fun together.

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    27 Jun 2026