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the night is full of stars， and here we are， talking as if there is still something in us to save.
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𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝐋̵͟𝐎̵͟𝐕̵͟𝐄̵͟𝐃̵ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑬͟𝑰͟𝑮͟𝑯͟𝑻͟𝑬͟𝑬͟𝑵, 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺̵𝑨̵𝑴̵𝑬̵ ̵𝑻̵𝑯̵𝑰̵𝑵̵𝑮̵. . . 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝑳͟𝑶͟𝑽͟𝑬͟𝑫 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ̵𝐼̵͟𝑁̵͟ ̵͟𝐿̵͟𝑂̵͟𝑉̵͟𝐸̵ .
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shane’s response was delayed a few seconds, inwardly panicking on what to say. was his asshole on fire? potentially. but he wouldn’t let rozanov away with the teasing. “ I— no. I’m fine, ” he mumbled, deciding it was easier to completely hide his face in ilya’s embrace instead.
He rubbed the male’s arm, tracing random, circular patterns onto his skin; before turning his head slightly to peck Shane’s temple affectionately. “. . .Did you have a good sleep?” He would hope so. They were both quite ( tuckered ) out from the rough, heated sex earlier. (+)
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the actual cold air hit shane, a quiet “ oop ” emerging from his lips. he was already hard. shane didn’t even get a chance to react, already returning the kiss with the same amount of urgency and intensity as ilya.
he kept his gaze locked on shane’s, sliding the last remaining layers down his legs, discarding them to their rightful place on the floor. “much better.” he muttered in russian. ilya grew impatient at his own slow pace, attacking his lips with little to no warning.
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don’t be cocky now.
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shane nodded in approval, encouraging ilya to continue. he let out a quiet moan, glad that he was being given less restrictions down below. while ilya was working on him, shane’s hands naturally gravitated to running his hands over ilya’s stomach and chest.
ilya was incredibly entertained, unable to tear his gaze away from shane’s. he nodded in agreement, following the canadian’s lead. “yes. i can tell.” he hummed, tone full of fake concern. slowly, he undid the button on his pants, followed by the zipper.
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shane simply shrugged, looking as helpless as he possibly could, body and hands limp. “ no. I need you to do it for me, obviously . . ” he sighed, really getting into character now. “ plus, it’s tight down there. I need you to save me. ”
he was smirking like an idiot at the sight below him, his heart racing faster than ever. “you cannot do it yourself?” he teased, brow quirked. his fingers slowly found the waistband of shane’s pants, purposefully taking his time.
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-Shane Hollander. -Captain of the Montreal Voyageurs. -Not new to the Heated Rivalry RP verse. -Literate and Descriptive. -21+ (MDNI) -Ships with chemistry. -RT?
#HeatedRivalryRP VC : rinaep.s on TikTok.
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sometimes, taking a leap forwards means leaving a few things behind.
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a woman caressed by the moon. / the stars kiss over her body.
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“ mhmm? it’s me . . ” shane whispered back rather swiftly. the pair had fallen asleep after their usual gallivanting in bed, but shane had woken up abruptly after a bad dream, hence his panic. he instantly nuzzled in closer to ilya, not giving away anything just yet.
Despite Shane trying to allow him to sleep without being woken, it doesn’t prevail. He wakes, rubbing his creamy eyelids before releasing a soft ( hum ). “. . .Hollander?” Ilya called out, trying to confirm it was indeed him— or that he was still in some sort of hallucination
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shane tilted his head, as to give ilya more space. he released some quiet moans, returning the eye contact. “ only if you do it for me . . ” the hockey player pouted teasingly, his voice soft yet whiney.
leaning down, his body practically covered shane’s, pressing small kisses to his neck. of course he was careful not to leave any marks, as much as he was dying to. “taking off your pants will help, i promise.” he half-joked, meeting his gaze, noses pressed together.
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Ok There's Nothing Wrong With Him He's Just Annoying.
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⠀fight so dirty, but you love so sweet.
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an excited laugh escaped hollander’s lips, no longer able to keep his cool. grinning widely, he wrapped his arms around ilya’s waist tightly. “ I don’t know. still feels kinda chilly . . ”
he shook his head in disbelief, lips parted, a tiny huff escaping. “fuck, hollander.” he muttered before finally flipping them over. “are you still cold?” he asked teasingly, hovering over him now.
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his own hands settled down by iyla’s sides, rocking backwards and forwards, teasing the hell out of him now. “ hmmm, alright. are you going to do something about that . . ? ”
a soft sigh escaped ilya’s lips, gaze raking over his bare torso, shamelessly staring. he finally pried his wrists out of shane’s grip, gently caressing his muscular chest. “a little better. but still not fair.”
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shane pulled back, biting down on his lip as he waited in anticipation for ilya’s response. “ okay. ” he answered simply with a small shrug, before pulling his own sweatshirt and t-shirt off, finally revealing his own bare chest. “ any better? ”
ilya opened his mouth to protest but all prior thoughts had disappeared as soon as their lips met. humming contentedly. he fought the urge to flip them over and take over, allowing shane to have his fun. a hint of a smirk graced his lips, nodding slowly. “yes. please.”
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“ I could partially blame you for putting me in a bad mood earlier, ” shane recoiled. expecting a snappy comment in return, shane pressed a kiss onto ilya’s lips before he could even respond. he was straddling him, hands still firmly planted on his wrists. “ would you like me —
“oh, you do?” he asked, tone full of playful annoyance. he could easily pull away from shane’s grip, but he stayed still. playing along. “does not seem too fair to me.”
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oh of course ( now ) ilya decides to sit up from the bed. “ no . . wait! ” shane protested, pulling his arms away from the floor, all of a sudden pinning rozanov’s arms above his head. an innocent smile on his face. “ I get more warmth from your bare skin. ”
he groaned, head falling back ( dramatically ) against the pillow, mumbling something in russian before sitting up. two could play at that game. “is fine.” he shrugged, shuffling to grab his hoodie from the bedroom floor. “we will both be overdressed.”
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