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    “Fuck, that’s good. You feel so good,” Shane moans above him.

    He pulls him down again, and this time he holds him there, his hands firm on Ilya’s head. Instinctively, Ilya fights it, his throat spasming around the intrusion, and he tries to pull off, but Shane holds him there.

    “Ah, ah. No. That’s not how you say it’s too much. You tap my leg, remember?”

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    Immediate sequel to 'I Keep Telling Myself, I'm not the Desperate Type'
    Stoner frat boy Ilya x cool, jock Shane

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    Shane steps closer, standing between Ilya’s legs. “I guess that explains it, hm? You don’t have to be confident or good when you’re packing that, do you? You just let people use your big,” Shane accentuates the word by leaning down and touching Ilya’s cock for the first time, only it’s not a caress or a stroke, it’s a rude poke that makes Ilya’s cock jerk in the air, “cock, however they want to? Is that it? Just a thick, fat cock for people to ride when you get too fucking stupid to do anything else?”

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    Uni AU, loser, stoner frat bro Ilya, pining after popular, jock Shane

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    venery : ven·ery ˈve-nə-rē 

    1: the art, act, or practice of hunting; the chase
    2: animals that are hunted : (see ‘game’)
    3: the pursuit of or indulgence in sexual pleasure

    "It started small. A flash of a darkness across the glen easily dismissed as the broad wingspan of a raven, or the cracking of branches behind him explained by a passing troupe of deer. He was jumpy, that was all, on edge after a visitor in the night had upended all he knew to be true. Never mind that it was coming up on two months since his encounter, and the night still burrowed into his brain, manifesting into his days like a specter."

    or, after an encounter with a vampire that tilts his world on its axis, Shane is haunted by Rozanov’s lingering presence.

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    Shane climbs on top of him then, swinging a muscular thigh over Ilya’s shoulder, and then he’s seated on Ilya’s chest, his knees framing Ilya’s head, leaning back so he can still look down and lock eyes with him. “You can do this, can’t you? Just be good and keep that mouth open for me. Let me grind on your tongue, make myself feel good since you can’t do it.” 

    And it’s a lie, of course it is, both of them know Ilya was making Shane feel so good he couldn’t even handle it, but fuck. Ilya nods, desperate and dizzy with it, opening his mouth already, showing his tongue off to Shane like he’s proving himself, look at me, I can follow commands, I can open my mouth for you, I can stick my tongue out and pant for you like a fucking dog, he thinks. 

    “Fuck, you look stupid,” is the last thing Shane says before he lifts his hips up, taking his weight off of Ilya’s chest, and lowers himself down until his cheeks are smothering Ilya, until Ilya’s tongue is right against his hole, warm and engulfing, and Shane’s balls are resting heavy on his face. 

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    Part 3 of pathetic, loser, stoner, frat bro Ilya x cool, confident, slightly mean jock Shane

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    08 Jun 2026

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    "Shane thought, as he studied the creature’s face inches from his own, that it resembled reading poetry to someone on their deathbed; he’d been afforded the mercy of witnessing something very beautiful, before his death. 

    The memory of an annotation surfaced unconsciously, soothing his fear. A scrawled, frantic handwriting in one of the accounts, detailing that the pain of a nightwalker’s bite was remarkable; until replaced with incomparable ecstasy."

    or, apothecary Shane gets a late-night visit from a mysterious customer. 

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