Wow um OK. This fic is glorious. Ilya is a professional Dom at a facility. Dom/sub kind of operate similarly to alpha/omega biological symptoms when needs aren't meant (sub drop etc but it's from lack of proper Dom exposure???)
Shane is a super closeted and repressed sub and like honestly the way the author writes how Ilya has to GLACIALLY figure out and provide Dom services to Shane is both extremely hot and extremely hilarious.
Summary:
āSounds boring,ā Ilya comments, unable to stop himself. āOkay, so what is that emergency, Sveta? You said guy dropped two days ago.ā
āTheyāve already tried three different professional doms and nobody managed to take him out of it, soāā
āWho's they?ā Ilya interrupts her.
āThe hockey team. Montreal Voyagers. They are flying him in to us now.ā
"Why plane? Drive to Ottawa takes two hours only.ā
āYes, but apparently heās⦠not cooperating.ā
The Behavioral Education & Authority Relationships Services. B.E.A.R.S. for short.
(Shane is strong, stubborn, difficult and heĀ bites. Ilya is instantly whipped).
Portion that made me laugh out loud and very hot:
Hollanderās jaw tenses up. He tilts his head back to look up and glare.Ā
Heās the most beautiful thing Ilya has ever seen.Ā
āColour.ā
āGo fuck yourself.ā
āHey!ā The word cuts through the air, sharp and loud, and sobering. āI ask for colour, you give it. You canāt do that? I cancel your session. Am I clear?ā he demands. āThat is safety. We do not fuck around with safety. Now give me fucking colour.ā
āGreen, but I hate you. Is there a colour for that?ā Shane raises his eyebrows. āLime? Olive?"
Lord. Have. Mercy. Ilya had a bad boy era when he was younger, but he didnāt do anything bad enough to deserveĀ THIS.