⁣ ‍ 𝓡𝙾͟𝚉͟𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚅, ⁣ ‍ 𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀

⠀ ⠀ 𝓲 know 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝔀e won’t be 𝓯ound .

(shane actually walked to the fridge to bring back two beers before he sat across from Ilya, handing him one, then softly tossing the remote into his lap. Not like he really had any plans for his birthday or something. They could order food maybe?) Are you hungry?

shane wound an arm around ilya as soon as he began leaning against him. "you're okay. i've got you." shane spoke, using his free hand to shut the car door. he made sure the car was locked up properly, before he began making his way up to his apartment with ilya. "do you --

shane didn't pick up on ilya's nerves at all, mostly because his own mind was racing with the fact that. . . ilya was surprising him. . . taking him somewhere and he didn't know where. shane's cheeks gained a rosy hue when ilya told him he looked pretty. shane didn't --

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and smooth, laced with that effortless charm. He tilted his head, letting his gaze drag over Ilya appreciatively, unashamed. “You look like you just conquered something in there.

❪silver ringed fingers .̲.̲.̲ gently pluck. the lit stick. from the other. between his own fingers. valerio's used to this. being around people of noteworthyness. of notoriety. it wasn't new to him, really.❫ Let's just say. .̲.̲.̲

(he smiles with a nod, motioning to the couch) then well, feel at home hm? do you want something to drink?

well. . . the leather made him feel hot after a while, yeah. . . but he's glad ilya approves. 🥰

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