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This, he realized, was why people were so wild about sex. He had never, ever felt like this with anyone before.
He gripped Hollander’s arms and pushed him back against the closest wall and kissed him. Hollander had bought them a fucking building. Ilya had been sure, all summer, that this would be the year Hollander would call it off.
they hadn’t even kissed.
“I’d like to look at you tonight, I think. You on top?” Rozanov asked.
Shane. He called me Shane.
The truth—the truth that he tried so very hard to ignore—was that no one set him on fire like Shane
“I’ve never...had anything. Like this. With anyone else.”
“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”
“Years,” Ilya sighed. “Years I have wanted to have you in your real bed.” Shane froze. “Years?” Ilya wrapped long fingers around Shane’s jaw, and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. “Yes.” Shane swallowed. “Get those shorts off,”
“This is real, yes?” Ilya asked. He just had to make sure. “It’s real,” Shane said. His voice was low and adorably scratchy. “I feel like... I am dreaming?” “You’re not. I love you.”
“I have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”
“I want to tell everyone,” Ilya said. “Right now.”
OHMYGODDD are-reading this just made me cackle and KICK MY FEEEET AHH
