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The hotel room was quiet, tension heavy in the air after a brutal loss on the ice. The Metros lost, 5-3, despite Shane's best attempts at leading his team through the few goals they got. He was their captain, a damn good one, too, but there was only so much he could do to help the Metros score. Ilya had kept his "positive" mindset during the game, teasing Shane relentlessly whenever they were in the face-off, both of them hiding their smile as they fought for the puck on the ice. It was their casual foreplay, but the loss still fell heavily on Shane by the time the game was over and he watched the crowd's mixed emotions. This wasn't the first game he's lost, of course not, but the feeling of disappointing people always made Shane feel bad about himself. That was really not something he wanted to feel, especially when he had plans on meeting with Rozanov later tonight.
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"What the fuck is this, Ilya?"
Shane had expected their normal tradition of fucking when he walked into the hotel room, his hands tangled in Ilya's curls as the Russian gripped his hips and pushed him against the nearest wall. He didn't expect to open his eyes and look over towards the nightstand and see a bottle (in the shape of a baby bottle) with what looked like milk in it.
"What does it look like, Hollander? What, did Canada not have baby bottles when you were a baby?" Ilya couldn't help the tease in his voice, his eyes darting all around Shane's face to look for any signs of him actually upsetting Shane, but the Canadian held a straight face, his eyes a bit blank as he looked to be processing the sight in front of him.
"I know what the fuck a baby bottle is, Ilya. Why do you have one here?"
During their last stay in the cottage, Ilya had brought up the idea of trying smaller baby items for Shane to experiment with, just to see what age range Shane would want his headspace to be, but Ilya is pretty sure Shane was half-asleep or he thought Ilya was joking when he brought it up.
"Why do you think? I told you I wanted to help you and let you experiment a bit." Ilya was doing his best to explain his thought process and why he wanted Shane to at least try it, but Shane was having a difficult time processing everything at the moment.
Shane hasn't regressed in 3 months, not since their last cottage stay over the summer, and with all of the practices and games, he hasn't had much time to unwind and relax- not to mention he hasn't seen his boyfriend in a little over a month.
"Shane, baby, please just listen. I know you're so stressed and you feel bad about the game, but I can help you. Just let me take care of you, please? You need Papa time and I need to be Papa. It is mutual."
Just like how Shane craved to be Little sometimes, Ilya also had many moments where he was miles away from Shane and just wanted to have his boy with him and take care of him. It wasn't anything sexual or weird. Shane grew up with too much control and Ilya grew up with none. It was a power exchange and Shane liked to be taken care of (well, only by Ilya), and Ilya liked to take care of Shane.
Shane worried his lip in between his teeth, the clear worry written all over his face as he looked between the baby bottle and Ilya. He hasn't felt the need to regress in a few months, it was only the first week after their stay at the cottage when he wanted to be Little, but now that it was clear Ilya didn't really want sex tonight, and after the many overwhelming feelings Shane had, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"I... I don't know. This is something completely new and different for both of us, Ilya." His voice was low and hushed as he slowly stood up straight and tried to hide the lisp that came out when he was either in headspace or dropping.
"Da, I know. That is why we try it. To see if you like it. If you do not like it, I have ginger ale in the fridge and we can stop immediately."
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They didn't start immediately with the baby bottle. Ilya allowed both of them a quiet moment to take everything in, and wait for the sexual tension to completely disappear, before he brought up the idea of a bath together. Both of them had already showered at the rink after the game, but Ilya always had a routine when he was trying to get Shane to regress; part of said routine is to run a warm bath and throw in some bubbles.
"Are you gonna get in?" Shane mumbled as he sat in the middle of the huge tub, bubbles surrounding his body as he lazily popped some of them.
Ilya clicked his tongue in fake annoyance, "So impatient. Yes, I was just laying some jammies out."
Shane tried to hide the physical recoil his body wanted to express at the words "jammies", but he couldn't help the sigh that escaped him. He bit his tongue so he wouldn't tell Ilya that he still wasn't Little yet.
Ilya climbed into the bath, Shane resting his back against the Russian's chest once they were both settled.
They sat in the warm water for 30 minutes, Shane playing with the surrounding bubbles as Ilya gently washed his body and his hair. It was a nice way to rewind after the game, but there was still a bit of tension Shane carried that Ilya noticed.
"I hope you know it is not a chore for me to take care of you. I love all sides of you, Big or Little. I love being Papa, it is something I take with pride and I hope you know I crave to take care of you, just like how you feel when you want to be taken care of."
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Shane laid on the bed, a towel wrapped tightly around his body as he waited for Ilya to come back into the bedroom. He had laid Shane down with a direct order to stay there and relax while he grabbed something from his bag.
" 'lya?" Shane whispered out, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy as he cuddled deeper into the warm towel Ilya wrapped him in.
"Right here, sweetheart, I was just grabbing your blankie."
Even though Shane definitely wasn't Little, the sight of his blankie made him smile sleepily and reach a hand out and wait for Ilya to give him the fabric.
"Papa is going to get dressed, cuddle with blankie for a minute and I will change you."
Ilya made sure to be loud while changing, throwing some clothes around and shutting his suitcase loudly so Shane knew he was still there and wouldn't freak out. By the time he made his way back over to the totally not little boy, Shane was rubbing his face against the soft material of his blanket like he normally did when he was feeling a bit sleepy.
"I see my baby is getting sleepy, da? Is okay, we will go lay down after you're all dressed."
Once Shane was dressed in a pair of navy blue pajamas with stripes, Ilya began to dawn on the impending events of the night. This is something Ilya had been wanting to try for a long time, to get Shane to completely regress and trust Ilya enough to let go around him and just relax, but Shane was always so shy and anxious and he always struggled with trying new things. Ilya really just hopes Shane is doing this because he wants to, not because Ilya wants to. They had a safeword, and used the light system, but Ilya still worried Shane would forget their safeword - "loon"- or that he wanted Ilya to be happy and just do as instructed.
"Shane, sweetheart, I need you to listen to Papa very closely for just a moment, can you do that, please?"
Ilya waited until Shane looked up at him with a confused face, clearly thinking he had done something wrong and Ilya was going to back out now.
"Good boy, thank you for listening. Now, I know this is something Big Shane agreed to, but is this something Little Shane also wants? I won't be mad or upset, I just need to know if this is something you really do want to try. If you don't want to do this yet, I can get you a ginger ale and we can just lay down."
It was a lot of words for Shane to process, the gears in his head turning slowly as he took everything in and thought of what he truly wanted. Ilya worried his lip between his teeth as he waited for the response, smiling softly when Shane looked up at him with an innocent look.
"I do, Papa, p'ease."
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"I will go warm the bottle up, you go get under the covers and lay down with blankie." Ilya instructed softly, kissing Shane's forehead gently as he helped the Little get situated on the bed with his blankie tucked in his hand. Shane giggled quietly when Ilya wrapped his blanket around him tightly, the familiar scent from his blanket always made him feel small and safe, especially if it was tucked away in Ilya's suitcase and smelled like the Russian.
The oat milk in the bottle was warm after a few seconds in the microwave, Ilya had tested it on his wrist before he deemed it good enough for Shane, and he began to make his way back over to where his boy laid in the king sized hotel bed. He looked very Little and sleepy already, even more younger than he typically looked.
Ilya laid down in bed, the bottle of milk in his hand as he tried to find a comfortable position.
"Do you want to do it or do you want Papa to?" Ilya asked quietly, moving Shane slightly so he was a bit more comfortable.
"hm.... Papa do it, p'ease." His voice was soft and hushed as he looked at Ilya with the biggest doe eyes he had ever seen, an innocent look on his face and a sleepy grin on his face as he allowed Ilya to tuck him into the Russian's warm body.
"Such lovely manners, sweet boy, now let's start getting ready for bed, can't have my baby staying up too late."
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The moment the nipple of the bottle pressed against Shane's slightly parted lips, the Canadian froze. Ilya was internally panicking and began to think Shane was just really overwhelmed and was about to safeword out, but then Shane looked up at him with a slightly panicked look on his face before he finally began to slowly relax and part his lips even wider for the bottle.
The milk was the one Shane always drank, oat milk, and it was something Ilya always teased Big Shane about, but it was clear Little Shane still enjoyed the same things. Maybe next time Ilya would add a bit of vanilla in the bottle, if everything went right and Shane did like the idea of bottles.
It took a while for Shane to relax, his body going stiff every few moments when he felt himself begin to like the feeling a little too much, but then Ilya would gently patt his side as a reminder to relax and tell his mind to be quiet.
"Just relax and let me do everything, sweetheart. You're doing so good."
With the praise, Shane calmed down slowly and melted against Ilya's side, his head thumping down against Ilya's shoulder as he slowly drank the rest of the bottle. By the time the bottle was 3/4 done, Shane began to grow sleepy and limp in Ilya's hold. The bottle was suddenly pulled out of his mouth carefully with a loud "pop", a trail of drool following the nipple, which Ilya was quick to wipe away.
"Not done Papa..." Shane whined quietly, dragging out the end of his words as he grumpily looked up at his Papa with a sleepy glare that Ilya couldn't help but laugh at.
"I know, I know, but you're getting so sleepy and I don't want you to choke. You can have another bottle tomorrow night." The compromise seemed to settle Shane down, the Canadian humming in approval before burying his face in the warm and familiar crook of Ilya's neck, a sleepy sound escaping him as he burrowed closer to the body heat beneath him.
"I love you so much, моя любовь. Get some sleep, we will talk tomorrow morning."
The last thing Shane remembers before closing his eyes was a kiss being pressed against his head and slurring out the words:
"G'night Papa, love you."