i always thought sex was beautiful because the idea of two people sharing a body to become one is so synchronous with love itself - to love is to give and to share
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shane builds a roster post vegas https://t.co/vo2acXtJe3
jock ilya obsessed with nerd shane☹️🥹💛
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college au, hollanov are teammates 🤍
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okay i don’t ship celebrities idgaf. this being said how do you even go home after seeing your co-star doing this face while pretending to fuck you raw
“You are not detective.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You are pretty. All detectives I know are not pretty.”
“And that correlates how?”
“It does not. But I like pretty people.”
“And what should I do with that information?”
“You tell me detective. What do I do to pretty people?”
“He walked to the end of the bed, and Shane crawled to him, just like he’d imagined doing. He crawled along the mattress until his face met the bulge in Rozanov’s tuxedo pants. He nuzzled and mouthed at it, and Rozanov buried his fingers in Shane’s hair and murmured something in Russian.
Shane didn’t know if Rozanov was saying something encouraging, or reverent. Or maybe he was calling Shane a slut. Shane felt a little slutty, in that moment. He felt wild. He wanted Rozanov’s cock in every part of him at once. He wanted to come right away or not for hours. He wanted to kiss Rozanov and maybe also punch him for being such an arrogant fucking prick.”
“You know the night of the draft, in that hotel gym? I wanted to pin you to the floor,” he confessed. “I could not stop staring at your mouth. I thought you would notice.”
“I didn’t. I was too busy trying to stop myself from straddling you. Kissing you.”
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there is nothing that is more important to ilya in that moment than knowing if shane feels just as good as he. not a single thing in the entire world matters. only shane's presence. shane's feelings. shane's satisfaction. his whole world is narrowed to shane shane shane here.