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    Shane climbs on top of him then, swinging a muscular thigh over Ilya’s shoulder, and then he’s seated on Ilya’s chest, his knees framing Ilya’s head, leaning back so he can still look down and lock eyes with him. “You can do this, can’t you? Just be good and keep that mouth open for me. Let me grind on your tongue, make myself feel good since you can’t do it.” 

    And it’s a lie, of course it is, both of them know Ilya was making Shane feel so good he couldn’t even handle it, but fuck. Ilya nods, desperate and dizzy with it, opening his mouth already, showing his tongue off to Shane like he’s proving himself, look at me, I can follow commands, I can open my mouth for you, I can stick my tongue out and pant for you like a fucking dog, he thinks. 

    “Fuck, you look stupid,” is the last thing Shane says before he lifts his hips up, taking his weight off of Ilya’s chest, and lowers himself down until his cheeks are smothering Ilya, until Ilya’s tongue is right against his hole, warm and engulfing, and Shane’s balls are resting heavy on his face. 

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    Part 3 of pathetic, loser, stoner, frat bro Ilya x cool, confident, slightly mean jock Shane

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    07 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    He doesn’t notice Shane’s hand on his throat until he squeezes. He sucks in a short breath on instinct, reaching up to grab at Shane’s hair for purchase, like he’ll fall off the earth without it. “You stayed there the whole time,” Shane murmurs into the place where Ilya’s neck meets shoulder. “Stayed and watched. My sweet guard dog.” Ilya whines.

    Shane's favorite form of self care is Ilya.

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    04 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 99

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    “Mr. Hollander, can we go dance? Please?”

    Shane sucks on his tongue, pretending to consider the request. He wonders if he’ll get a glimpse of the storied partyboy Ilya Rozanov and his prowess for picking up girls during nights out.

    He won’t actually be doing any of that, of course, as long as he’s within eyesight of Shane.

    Ilya and Mr. Hollander take on Berlin.

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    02 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 41

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    Ilya sighs dreamily. There's wine on his breath, sweet and acrid. If Shane were to lick into the hot well of Ilya's mouth, could he taste the flavor on his lips? Does Ilya prefer red wine or white— or is he too young to develop a palette that he even has a preference? Alcohol is alcohol. Shane was nineteen once, he remembers, in memories he can't quite walk through anymore and whispers of nostalgia that hit him when he least expects, that he too used to drink whatever was available.

    "Psyche is a very beautiful girl, people worship her instead of Aphrodite." And oh, how is accent jumps when he says Aphrodite. "So Aphrodite orders her son, Eros, to shoot his arrow and have her fall in love with someone ugly. Instead, Eros, in teenage rebellion fashion, shoots himself."

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Ilya shook his head, glancing around the yard to make sure no one was watching. They would surely stick out like a sore thumb together.

    “For someone that thinks they have me figured out, you are oblivious.” Ilya’s voice softened. He reached up, this time grabbing Shane by the shoulder and gazing deep into his eyes. His fingers toyed with the collar of Shane’s band tee.

    Realization dawned upon Shane’s doe-like features, “What do you want then?” His voice lowered to a whisper

    “If you come back with me to my room, I can show you.” Ilya could not tear his eyes away from the glint of Shane’s lip ring, it called to him, begging to be bitten.

    Shane looked up at him through thick lashes for a moment, regarding his words. Then, unexpectedly, he began to cackle. A deep belly laugh, a smile so big that Ilya didn’t even realize was possible for the moody boy to produce.

    He had made a huge mistake. Completely misread Shane’s wandering glances. "In your fucking dreams, Rozanov.”

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    Or, Ilya is a douchebag frat president and Shane is the hot brooding emo boy that finally puts him in his place.

    (Featuring Ilya "I get so gay off that tequila" Rozanov)

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    24 May 2026