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    [But Shane wants to know what puts Ilya in the mood for it. He wants to know when sending a picture of his own dick dripping spit will get Ilya absolutely wild and when it will be just a pleasant little start to things. When making his blowjobs sloppy will have Ilya falling apart and needy and when it will just leave Ilya pleased with himself and mouthier than usual.

    He wants to know what will get Ilya staring at Shane’s mouth like he might die if he doesn’t find out what will come out of it next, and what makes him look like he can’t wait to put something in it.

    Because the thing is, Shane knows an implied challenge when he hears one. Especially ones from Ilya Rozanov.]

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    Sometimes there’s a particular thing Ilya wants, something Shane doesn’t mind giving him when Ilya wants it. If he can figure out when Ilya wants it. Which he will. Because it’s definitely all about when Ilya wants it. Definitely…definitely that.

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    Ottawa, 2010.

    Canada wins the championship, and Shane slips away from the overwhelming celebration for some peace and quiet. 

    Russia loses, and Ilya runs from his father’s furious disappointment to have a panic attack in the stairwell. 

    Neither boy is really looking for company, but for a tentative few hours in the middle of the night, they find solace, acceptance and a first kiss, first time prelude to something heated and risky in each other’s arms. 

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    Ilya leaned in with lips pursed and Shane jerked away, “Whoa! What the hell are you doing?” 

    “You do not want kiss?” Ilya frowned. “You stare at my mouth all night, same as after draft. I thought you wanted kiss.” 

    “No.” Shane’s eyes were wide. “That’s insane.” 

    “Okay.” Ilya stood up, hiding how bad the rejection hurt. “I misunderstand. Sorry. Do not worry, I will not say anything about–” 

    “Wait.” Shane’s grabbed Rozanov’s arm at the last second, gathering all his courage, “Y-yes.” 

    “Yes.” Ilya repeated. “What is yes?” 

    “I mean yes.” Shane pulled him back in slowly, carefully, his heart racing. “Kiss me?”

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    "Such a good boy," Ilya murmured. "Want to let go, yes? You know how good I will make it for you."

    A sound moved through Shane's throat, low and loose and completely unprompted, the kind of sound he had no language for.

    The collar settled around his throat again. The leather, firm and cool. The buckle, the brief pressure of Ilya's thumb. And then the soft, final click of it fastening shut—a small sound, almost nothing.

    Almost nothing, yet it rearranged him completely.

    Or: Shane and Ilya try puppy play, waterworks (and watersports) follow

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    Weed man Ilya thinks Shane is too adorable to pay for weed.

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    “You like this don’t you?” Ilya mocks, “being my pretty puppy?”

    Shane whimpers and bites harder, moisture starting to gather on his waterline.

    “Yes.”

    The thought of being reduced, entirely reduced, to a messy, pretty, uncoordinated puppy, incapable of making his own decisions, sent sparks of pleasure down Shane’s spine, making his upper body sag into Ilya’s grasp. The melty feeling in his head was almost enough to numb the pressure that has started to build in his bladder. He distantly hears Ilya hum, his voice cutting through the gooeyness in his brain,

    “How about we start with some food?”

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    Shane wants to be Ilya's puppy. He also wants to pee.

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