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“I had an idea,” Ilya says. He puts his hand on the back of Shane’s head and holds him in place. Shane hums a question and works his tongue into the underside of Ilya’s cock. “Maybe you only come when you are like this. With your mouth on my cock.”
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A look at the year that Ilya still played for Boston, except they explicitly state their dom/sub relationship, and explore that dynamic (and kink) together.
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When they first started, it was by accident. Ilya followed Shane’s lead; he read his body and responded with his own. Shane liked to be on his knees for Ilya, and Ilya liked to keep him there.
The first time it went wrong. Shane thought it was his fault. It wasn’t.
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Now with 10k-word SMUTTY EPILOGUE
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- Part 1 of Bellboy
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Two hours later, Ilya realizes that things are bad, actually.
He’s lying on the bed, on top of the sheets, exactly where he laid down hours ago. He hasn’t moved, even though the air in the room is now clean and fresh and freezing fucking cold. He can’t seem to make himself get up and close the window. He can’t seem to make himself do anything. Dimly, he realizes he should probably drink some water and eat something, but the thought of anything, even the Russian takeout in the fridge that he’d planned to feed Shane for dinner, turns his stomach. He kind of just wants to lay here until Shane comes back. If Shane comes back.
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Or: domdrop!Ilya.
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Leash by a_good_soldier
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
07 Jan 2026
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Ilya loves being Shane's dog. He hopes he's good enough to earn it.
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- Part 2 of Dog
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A memory loss fic where Shane gets hit hard in the head and wakes up in the hospital. He thinks he is 27, sneaking around with Ilya and still in the closet, only to learn that they are married.
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Tears spilled down his mother's cheeks. “No, honey, you’re not twenty seven. You're twenty nine. Almost thirty.”
Shane snorted. “That can’t—”
“It is, sweetheart. And Ilya is…”
She glanced at the door where two large shadows stood just beyond the frosted glass window. The shorter one embraced the much, much taller one.
Shane’s heart started beating frantically in his chest. His head pounded as he tried to take in what he was hearing, tried to process what the fuck his mother was saying to him.
“Ilya,” he squeaked. “Ilya is what?”
“Ilya is your husband.”