Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.
The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.
It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.
There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.
Source: so come over now (and talk me down), by kurtstiel – Heated Rivalry (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, D/s. Shane in sub-drop after leaving Ilya’s hotel room in Vegas.
The way Ilya kept his (emotional) distance from Shane after his MVP win was actually painful to watch, and this fic pursues the aftermath in such a fascinating way. Feels perfectly plausible for both characters and offers such a fascinating insight into why aftercare is so important in a Dom/sub dynamic…