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    Ilya smiled down at Shane and his eyes gleamed with mischief. 

    "You know, Troy is just a few doors down. We could call him over, make it a little party." 

    Shane's eyes snapped open only to narrow again as he glared up at Ilya.

    “Would you like that?”

    “No, I wouldn’t,” Shane snarled. 

    But his face was screwed up in frustrated pleasure. Ilya hummed thoughtfully and pretended to consider. 

    “Perhaps we could make it a competition then.” 

    Shane made an irritated noise and turned his face away. Ilya leaned closer and let his teeth drag down the length of Shane's clenched jaw.

    "You want Troy to see how well you take it, or do you want to see if he's better at riding my cock than you are?" 

    He had been teasing him, pushing at the jealousy that usually made Shane squirm and glare and tell him to shut the fuck up while his traitorous cock twitched and throbbed at how much he secretly liked it. 

    So when Shane did squirm away from him, Ilya followed automatically, pressing their chests flush together. He thought Shane was playing.

    “Get the fuck off me,” Shane spat.
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    Shane safewords out of Ilya's teasing about Troy.

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    28 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 54

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    Shane is jealous of how Ilya looks at the dancers at a strip club. Luckily Ilya has just the right idea about how to shut his silly little boyfriend up and get some enjoyment out of this situation himself.

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    Ilya forces an unwilling Shane to wear a thong and shake his ass for him.

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    24 Aug 2026

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    “Eyes on me.” There is a sharp satisfaction as those eyes lift immediately to meet his again. “I need your name.”

    The man’s lashes flutter. “Shane, sir.”

    Ilya nods and lets his hand move through Shane’s hair. It is soft, and Shane leans into the touch, eyes closing briefly as if the contact alone is enough to ground him. The response is so natural that it gives Ilya pause.

    “Tell me about your limits.” Ilya doubts he is going to be close to any limits tonight, as Shane looks like he already had a pretty rough night. But he still needs to ask, good hygiene. 

    A small smile appears on Shane’s face, he looks at Ilya deeply, eyes not wandering away as he speaks, “There are no limit, sir.” He looks at the disbelief appearing on Ilya’s face and offers, “I’m the house slave.”

     

    Or, Ilya didn’t come for attachment, but Shane, bruised, obedient, and unraveling, becomes the one thing he can’t leave broken.

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    23 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 92

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    It had become a tradition. The three of them gathered at Ilya's penthouse to drink sweet tea. For Ilya and Svetlana it was nostalgic. Cliff still thought it ridiculous, but kept showing up anyway.

    It looked like Rozanov was paying much more than the usual rate. Shane's checks increased. Assignments with other clients were stopped, because the agency wanted him available whenever Rozanov called.

    Significantly less work for significantly more money. Shane started to look forward to the parties.

    Sometimes Shane sat on Marleau's lap and felt the large hand stroking his side, sliding under his shirt. More often it was Rozanov's lap. Shane leaned into him with his arms hugged around Rozanov’s neck, head resting in the crook of his shoulder. He was the provider and the main client, which meant Shane had to perform neatly.

    Checks continued to grow.

    noncon/dubcon IS between Shane and Ilya within the escort arrangement

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    22 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 79

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    It was sick, that’s what this was. It was sick. Shane’s too-long hair—Ilya’s choice, always a reminder of Ilya—was drenched with sweat, and it stung his eyes, having escaped his helmet. It felt like a brand. Like Ilya had whipped him across the face and he wore the mark in front of everybody. It was sick, that it excited him, to wear his hair the way Ilya liked it in public, it was sick, but he wore that sickness with a thrill. He couldn’t stop smiling. It felt like his face would crack under the force of it. It felt like he’d earned this. Because he had, he’d fought for it, for so long. Had thought the moment the world found out about his and Ilya’s private life, over a year ago now, that he would never have this again, had shrunk away in misery and shame from all of it. Never again. He never wanted to go back.

    Or: Ilya and Shane with belts, through the years.

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    20 Jun 2026