shane hollander. captain of the montreal metros. everything else? it's complicated. mv. ms. ships with ilya or chem. 18+ content mdni. like & reposts appreciated

you shouldn’t look so hot with a cigarette inbetween your lips…

eyebrow raise.

ilya.

oh hey.

he’s alive.

seven days a week

“never said I wasn’t one either.” hand groping one of ilya’s pecs.

“means you’re horny. for me. is that not wrong?”

“horndog.” not that shane could really judge, he was just as bad. moaning when his ass is grabbed, he blushes, looking away.

rolling his eyes playfully, he arches his back into the hold on his waist, bulge pressed against ilya’s stomach. “did you miss me, or my ass?” he teases.

shane’s beaming, leaning down to kiss the blonde slowly, eagerly. ilya made him so happy. “yeah? what’d you miss about me?”

he puts a hand on rozanov’s chest, moving to sit in his lap. “that’s more like it.”

“shut up. fuck you. let me be a little sappy for once.”

he really did. “I even missed your ragebaiting.” grin.

missed you.