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The door swings open and clicks shut. When he lifts his head again, Rozanov is standing by the hand dryer. It’s an oddly familiar scene, mirroring their meeting in the hotel bathroom at an awards show in Vegas years ago.
The rush of blood returns, this time in anger, quick and red hot and no easier to manage, not with how much of it he's let fester. There are many things he wants to say, sitting thick and syrupy at the base of his tongue and he has to bite them back, holding them hostage behind his teeth. He can see the way Rozanov looks at him now and knows he could coax them out with his tongue if he wanted to, and Shane wouldn't be able to stop him. They'd create a mess so wet and slick and messy and maybe it'd be bad enough that they wouldn't be able to clean it up. Maybe someone would walk in and see them, fragmented and caustic in this club bathroom. Instead, he exhales through his teeth and spits out what he can bear to.
“What do you want,” is all he manages in the end.
Rozanov pauses for a beat, mouth stretching in a smirk. “I want you to suck my dick,” he tells him, and just like last time, it doesn't sound like a request.