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    He starts again, a little stronger, “Not yours. Not your good boy.”

    Ilya loosened his grip in Shane’s hair. “I-”

    “Not- f-fucking yours.”

    Despite the fog behind his eyes, Shane sounds frustrated. Furious, even. Ilya feels several emotions, one after the other, wash over him like waves. Confusion. Anger. Hurt. Confusion again. Finally, realization.

    He inhales sharply, wrapping one hand tightly in the hair near the base of Shane’s neck and pulling back. He’s met with a deep moan.

    OR: Shane tries to make Ilya jealous so he'll be mean in bed. It doesn't work. Shane pivots.

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    On the bedside table is a framed picture of Shane and Rose. Hugging, noses touching.

    “What is this?” Ilya asks, grip tightening on the back of Shane’s neck. It’s not in character. He needs to know that this is not what he thinks it is, or Shane will not leave this room in one piece.

    Shane whimpers, long and pitiful. His hands clench into the bedsheets, once, twice. Bracing. Then:

    “My wife,” he whispers.

    Or: Fix-It for Ilya’s Rose Landry related pain, but its a perverted sex freak role play with a twist that Shane cooks up in his pretty little head.

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    “H’rder,” Shane whines into his mouth, not even trying to interrupt the kiss but speaking pathetically muffled and slurred around Ilya’s tongue.

    Ilya knocks their foreheads together, smiles.

    Nooooo Ilya, not before the game, Ilya,” he whines, a sweetly mocking imitation of Shane, “and now look at you, mhm? Why should I ever listen to your complaining, baby, when you’re gonna be such an easy, perfect slut for it anyways?”

    Or: Shane plays four-dimensional chess to get Ilya to fuck him even when he tells him no, for Shane-typical control freak reasons, in Shane-typical convoluted ways, with Shane-typical unawareness of this being a sex freak thing. Ilya provides, of course.

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    Truth is, he could just say it. He could just be honest.

    Ilya, I'm worried you will see all these hot naked women and remember you miss them. Ilya, I'm worried I'm not enough. Ilya, I'm worried you'll come home and see me in comparison, so inelegant, so bulky, so brash, and realize this is wrong for you. That I am wrong for you. But saying all this would mean opening this entire huge clunky box thing, which only remains closed in virtue of Shane never looking at it for more than two seconds. So he says nothing.

    But one rule supersedes all other rules regarding Ilya: if he wants to fuck around, Shane will make sure he finds out.

    Or: Shane gets himself a set of pretty lingerie as revenge, and Ilya comes all over his pretty panties embarassingly fast.

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