𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

Feliks recognized him from his table, he only knew him from tv or from what his brother said but he puts his courage together and just sits down at Shane's table. "Hi!"

“down,” ilya instructs, gently guiding his casted arm down against the bed again. after a beat of silence, he confirms, “boyfriends. you know this,” he whispers, his free hand squeezing shane’s waist. “do you hurt here?” and then slowly trailing his hand higher, closer to his +

. . you’re killing me, hollander .

ilya easily melts into his touch, reaching up for shane’s hand and kissing over his wrist. “you do. friendly . . boy. but also boring. not with me though.”

Shane Hollander is reportedly pregnant. (via: TMZ)

I want you. i want you here with me right now . i want to talk to you. i want to be with you. i want to hug you. i just want you.

please don't get bored of me

All I need is to be around u more

your russian is so— . . . mmmmmff

. . i am joking. i promise, shane.

ilya presses in close and sighs in relief as he checks him out. shane seems decently fine as of now. “i am not your husband so i do not belong to you. . we are lovers at best,” he teases lightly, leaning down to press a kiss to shane’s cheek. “you need to be more careful.”

ilya can’t stop staring at him, cheeks flushed as he keeps his gaze on shane. eyes trailing over soft freckles and his lover’s sweet smile. “quiet. you talk too much.”

i called you beautiful ?