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It all started with a late night conversation. Ilya remembers it like it was yesterday.
Both men had been lazily lounging about. They had a long day of errands they had to run followed by business meetings which left them both especially exhausted. Offseason had just begun and yet the two were already swamped with tasks. So now, in the silence of their shared Ottawa home, they sat side by side doing absolutely nothing. To the left Ilya scrolled aimlessly through social media while to the right Shane thumbed through one of the books he’d read a million times before, reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Every so often his gaze would shift from the pages to his husband’s still figure. Ilya pretended not to notice. This continued on for maybe an hour before Shane finally closed his book and discarded the novel alongside his glasses on the nightstand. Ilya looked up from his phone, smiling at Shane. He noticed the slightly nervous look on his face, as if he’d been contemplating something that Ilya couldn’t quite put his finger on.
"Ready for bed, Котенокkitten (nickname)?"
“No, not yet.” Shane muttered. Ilya quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I wanted to talk about something.”
The words dropped a familiar pit in Ilya’s stomach that he couldn’t seem to avoid, and his head began to return to the places it always did. The thoughts that Shane could realize he could do better, or simply not want Ilya after all the trials it took to get there. It took Ilya a minute to pull himself out of it, reminding himself he was safe, in Ottawa, with his husband. The feeling of Shane’s hand on top of his own grounded him as he focused once again.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“I wanted to try something new. In bed.”
Ilya perked up but Shane continued before he could interrupt.
“Have you ever heard of free use?”
Ilya mumbled the words back to himself, mimicking the way Shane spoke them, before shrugging.
“Uh, maybe once or twice. In porn. Describe it.”
The red tint beneath Shane’s dots of freckles began to grow. He glared because he knew Ilya loved to do this. Loved to hear Shane voice his desires, no matter how lewd or perverted. So, he obliged. Because he liked seeing how Ilya would react when he did. He described what free use was, how he’d want for them to do it, how he’d want to use Ilya. Ilya simply smiled and nodded through the conversation, enjoying every second, every word. He was practically vibrating by the time Shane asked if he had any questions, what he thought on the matter.
The two agreed: the next two weeks of off-season were fair game. And with that, the game had begun.
”I get to have you whenever I want.”
“Whenever you want.”
“Yes.”
It was two days later when Shane started. It was late in the evening. The couple had spent most of the day out together, just now taking time to rest. Ilya had barely seen Shane in the three hours they’d been home. He slowly grew suspicious but could hear him moving about the house, so shrugged it off. When Shane finally approached the living room, Ilya smiled.
“ШаняShanya (Russian diminutive/nickname for Shane), come watch. Your boring movie is on.”
Shane simply passed Ilya by, not responding or even sparing him a glance. Ilya furrowed his brow until he realized just what Shane was doing. Shane stopped in front of the couch, reaching down to pull at Ilya’s sweats along with his own. He moved to straddle Ilya, his thighs on either side of him. Shane’s hand grazed over Ilya’s shaft lightly before pulling down his boxers. As Shane lined up Ilya with his hole, Ilya felt that Shane was already slick with lube and the glide was downright sinful. Fuck.
Everything was moving fast, faster than Shane would usually take it when leading. It took everything in Ilya to let Shane take the reins as he slowly sunk down onto his cock. It was easy, making Ilya realize that Shane had been stretching himself in those moments Ilya had missed his presence. Shane stayed seated on top of Ilya for what felt like hours, only moving miniscule amounts every so often to satisfy himself.
“Please, Shane. Move, please. I need to feel you around me, please.” Ilya begged as his voice became more of a whine, his eyes beginning to gloss over. Yet, his pleads fell on deaf ears. Shane stayed in his place, moving a hand to his own cock which was leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Ilya’s mouth practically watered at the sight. As Shane’s hand gradually sped up, his subtle moans and whimpers grew bolder. Whenever his fingertip would graze his sensitive tip, he’d buck ever so slightly and hit his prostate, continuing the cycle of Shane’s pleasure and Ilya’s torture. Ilya, who was now rock hard inside Shane yet could get no relief. Ilya, whose eyes began to well with tears as he continued to plead with Shane to move. Shane simply kissed his cheek, right beside a mole, where a tear had begun to fall.
It was several more minutes–which easily felt like an eternity to Ilya–before Shane finally decided to move, pulling a sound from Ilya he couldn’t believe came from his mouth. His begging was quickly reduced to praise, spilling gratitude from his mouth as Shane began to ride him.
“Thank you, fuck, thank you, любимыйmy love. Thank you for using me. Thank you. I love being your toy. Just use me.” Messy, barely coherent rambles poured out from his mouth, crude and vulgar, a sloppy slew of Russian and English. Shane acted in indifference, not responding to Ilya’s ramblings. Instead, he focused only on himself. He rocked fervently, hands reaching to tug at Ilya’s hair. Shane’s sounds began to tremble and he began to clench down in the familiar way he always did. Ilya looked up at him, blissed and fucked out, chasing his own pleasure. His hand fisted in Ilya’s hair tightly as he stilled, hips bucking as he reached his peak. Cum shot onto Ilya’s abdomen and chest, the warm substance coating him. Shane remained seated for a few moments, resting his head on Ilya’s shoulder and regaining his composure as he rode out his orgasm. Slowly, he winced as he pulled himself up and off of Ilya. Ilya, who was still hard and throbbing, whined, realizing Shane intended to leave him like this. Shane pulled his sweats back up before beginning to walk away.
“Wait, Shane, please. You are not going to leave me like this, right? Shane, ШаняShanya, please. I need you. I–” Ilya cut himself off as he realized Shane was really leaving. He disappeared further into their home, towards the bathroom.
Ilya simply sat there, shocked. His dick ached, the poor thing twitching uselessly at the lack of contact. He spent aimless minutes attempting to get off, barely bringing himself to the brink before realizing it wasn’t worth it. Shane ruined him, right then and there. He hesitantly tucked himself back into his boxers and sweats, eyes unfocused.
Ilya had never been so turned on. Watching Shane take what he wanted from him and not caring what happened to Ilya in the process.
He wanted it to happen again as soon as it had ended. He needed it.
”What about when you’re busy?”
“I do not care. I am yours, Hollander.”
A few days later, Ilya was downstairs in their basement, exercising in the home gym. He was on the bench press finishing one of his final reps when Shane walked down the stairs. He grinned, catching a glimpse of the man in the mirror.
“Come to watch, Hollander?” Shane smiles and nods, walking closer to Ilya. Ilya sets the barbell on the rack, sitting up and turning his legs to face Shane. As he approaches, Ilya reaches out his arms and grabs Shane’s waist.
“Like what you see, малышbaby?”
“Mhm.” Shane hums, placing his hands on Ilya’s face, brushing over his moles. He cranes his neck down, placing a gentle kiss to Ilya’s lips. His hands trail down from Ilya’s face, down his neck, and over his chest. Ilya’s eyes followed Shane’s eyeline, realizing he was dead set on his crotch. Ilya smirked, moving his fingers to hook Shane’s shorts, daring to pull them down. However, instead of the pliable obedience he’d expected, he was met with Shane pulling away from the touch. He was shocked by the loss of contact, hands reaching out for his husband, who was now just out of reach.
“Shane?”
“Finish your set, Ilya.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I interrupted your workout. You should finish.”
“No, no, ШаняShanya, it’s fine. I was almost don–”
“I wasn’t asking. Finish your workout, Rozanov.” Ilya’s eyes widened. Shane barely ever called him Rozanov anymore. Shane’s tone had shifted to something far, something aching. Ilya needed to figure out what game Shane was playing here.
He slowly, hesitantly, swung his leg back over the bench and put his head back down. He felt Shane’s hard gaze watching him intently. He picked the barbell back up, bringing to his chest as he stared at the ceiling. After his third or fourth rep, he heard as footsteps moved from beside him to in front of him. He could see Shane a bit more clearly now. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyes were trained on Ilya’s arms and chest as he lifted the weights. Ilya could see Shane’s hand travel down his chest, towards his crotch, but his line of sight was cut off right at that V-line. He tried to focus on his reps and not the hard-on slowly growing in his pants as his husband watched him.
Ilya watches as Shane slowly vanishes from his eyeline, sinking to the ground on, assumingly, his knees. Ilya set the barbell down once again before beginning to sit up.
“моя любовьMy love? What are you doing?”
Ilya jerked when a harsh smack hit his exposed thigh, followed by the rubbing over the stinging area by the same hand.
“I didn’t tell you to stop. Lay back.” Shane ordered, voice clear and stern. Ilya obeyed, still stunned from the hit. He reached to grab the barbell once again but stilled when he felt a familiar hand on his crouch. He sucked in a breath as his husband teased him ever so slightly, mouthing at the skin just below his shorts. He bit and sucked the expanse of skin, no doubt leaving marks that would be seen later. The warmth of Shane’s mouth slowly explored the valley of skin parted in a V and Ilya remained tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Thankfully for him, it didn’t take long before Shane’s hand slipped past the elastic waistband of Ilya’s shorts, grazing Ilya’s hardening cock. A whimper slipped from Ilya’s throat, a truly pathetic noise. Shane’s cold hands contrasted with Ilya’s growing hardness in a way that made everything feel just that much more sensitive.
Just as Ilya sat up ever so slightly onto his forearms to see what his husband was doing, Shane sank down onto his length, taking him in his mouth all at once. A strained groan broke through Ilya’s throat. He tossed his head back as he gripped the sides of the bench bracing for movement that…didn’t come. He looked down once again to see Shane, pupils blown out and staring at him adorantly, yet he wasn’t moving. What he did see, however, was the twitch of Shane’s eyebrow that always came with pleasure. And what he could hear was the lewd sounds of Shane stroking his own cock. Ilya’s mouth dropped open when he realized what Shane was doing. This man was going to be the death of him.
“Fuck, Shane. Why do you torture me?”
He was met with no response, unless the moan that rips from Shane’s throat and subsequently through all of Ilya’s body constitutes as a reply. The vibrations caused Ilya to buck up into Shane’s mouth once, twice. A movement Shane would’ve taken gladly any other time was instead met with his forearm across Ilya’s waist, muscle holding him down onto the bench. God, Ilya had never seen anything hotter.
“ШаняShanya, I am begging you to please move. Please. I need you. I need your mouth.”
Shane came up for air with a pop, his eyes watering. If Ilya didn’t have such an obstructed view, he would’ve sworn he saw a tear fall. He caught his breath before replying to Ilya.
“You had my mouth. Don’t be greedy, baby.” Shane rasped out, his throat already suffering from taking Ilya so deep.
Ilya laid back with a sigh, knowing this wasn’t a battle he could win. Not with how Shane was looking at him like he was starving. Not with his beautiful brown eyes welling up from the lack of air he let in. Not with the way he slurred baby so calmly, like he was comforting him about something he can’t change. Like Ilya had yet to accept the truth of the matter and Shane had to ease him into it.
Ilya closed his eyes and waited for Shane’s mouth to return yet was sorely mistaken. Instead, he felt a weight shift onto his abdomen and when he opened his eyes, Shane was sitting there, sweats pulled down and cock in hand.
Despite the cross hanging from his chest, Ilya didn’t happen to be an exceptionally religious man. Yet, currently, he was thanking whatever god allowed for this very moment to occur.
His hands cautiously moved to Shane’s hips as he looked down at him. Shane didn’t fight back, allowing Ilya to do so as his own hand traveled back to his cock. He let out small noises as began to gently stroke himself again, hips bucking against Ilya. Ilya simply watched as it happened in front of him, powerless to do anything. Ilya picked up on Shane’s tells as he slowly approached his orgasm. His eyes began to gloss over, his hips bucking into his fist, more and more pre-cum leaking from his cock. Ilya’s hands began to travel up Shane’s body, swiping over his torso and nipples every so often. Shane kept mumbling something that Ilya couldn’t quite hear, but Ilya had to hear it. He needed to.
“Sweetheart, what…what are you saying?”
“Ilya, fuck, I’m about to cum..”
“I know, малышbaby, I know. What do you want from me?”
“Open…open your mouth, Ilya.” Shane moaned, urgency in his voice.
Ilya cursed, he knew at that very moment he was gone. He followed suit, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out just a bit. That seemed to be what tipped Shane over the edge. He forced his eyes to stay open so he could watch as he came. His cum mostly got in Ilya’s mouth, though not without also making a mess of his face, chin, and a bit of his hair. Shane gasped for air as he leaned back on his hands, the small bench shuffling at the movement and weight of the two men. Ilya remained disoriented, to the point he could barely hear as Shane called his name. He only looked up again when Shane lightly hit his cheek.
“Huh? Sorry, what?”
“Swallow, baby.”
Ilya didn’t hesitate, swallowing the cum as Shane smiled and kissed his cheek. Shane got up, leaving to go upstairs before returning with a warm rag, cleaning off Ilya’s face. Shane was more gentle this time around, despite still being in a fuzzy headspace from coming. He sat on Ilya’s lap and cleaned him up. He kissed Ilya sweetly before he pulled away, making sure he didn’t miss anything on his neck.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to…?” He nodded to Ilya’s crotch. It was amazing how even after the things they did Shane could still manage to be shy.
Ilya shook his head, sitting up to kiss Shane once again. Shane didn’t need to know that Ilya came in his gym shorts after hearing Shane’s command. That fact could stay between Ilya and the washing machine when he’d do his own laundry that week.
”What about public? Around people?”
“I still want to be somewhat private, but…I want to surprise you.”
Loud music and warm liquor swam beneath Ilya’s skin as he talked shit with Dykstra over a pool game. Dykstra’s wife loved hosting the Centaurs and the night was shaping out to be as good of a party as any other. Shane was somewhere on the other side of the basement, no doubt nursing a beer he probably wouldn’t finish before the two left.
Ilya was surrounded by players. Dykstra, whom he was playing against, was in his ear attempting to psyche him out as he took his shot while Boodram and Hayes were on the opposite side of the table offering off-handed chirps to both players. Just as Ilya lined up his shot, a vibration in his pocket caused him to stutter, causing the ball he hit to just barely miss the pocket.
“БлятьFuck,” Ilya yelled playfully, “Come on!”
“Nice one, Rozy!” Boodram laughed, taking a swig of whatever concoction filled his cup.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck you, Bood. There’s a reason Dykstra’s playing and you’re not.” Ilya smiled, patting Boodram on the back before slinking off to the corner during Dykstra’s turn. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, expecting a text from his in-laws about the camp or some email about a sponsorship Yuna had set up. However, he was met with the familiar contact of his husband.
Ilya’s face lit up in a way it only really did with Shane. Outside of his trance, he could hear Hayes calling him back over. He barked back some version of Give me a second before returning to his phone.
Ilya slipped his phone into his back pocket before looking around, realizing Shane was, in fact, gone from where he’d been talking to the younger players. He walked back over to the group of men crowded around the pool table, holding his hands up to them in playful surrender.
“Dykstra, I raise white flag. I am abandoning pool. I need another drink.”
Various groans of protest sounded off from each of the men before Ilya cut them off.
“Ah, ah! Listen to your captain. I am simply giving you time to practice before I beat you again.”
“Oh, fuck you, Roz!” Dykstra groaned as Ilya turned to walk away. Ilya simply blew him a kiss before crossing to the other end of the basement. He passed the small bar area with drinks before making his way to the bathroom. He knocked gently on the door before turning the knob and realizing it was unlocked.
The sight he was met with was pure beauty. Shane, his face vaguely flushed, sat on the edge of the bathtub in the small bathroom. His face was unreadable, wet eyes glossed over as his hands clenched the ledge on either side of his legs. What Ilya could tell, however, was how hard Shane was in his jeans. He quickly closed the door, locking it behind him before walking up to Shane and resting his hands on his face. Shane blinked up at, brown eyes staring at Ilya through his lashes. Shane’s hands reached up to grab the edge of Ilya’s shirt, clinging onto him.
Shane was drunk, Ilya deduced. Shane was no lightweight, but it wasn’t often he indulged unless the two were out, leading to a fragile tolerance. Whenever Shane was drunk, he became clingy, pliable. A similar state he’d shift into after sex. Speaking of sex, that was another effect of Shane’s inebriation. He would get horny, needy, desperate. It was something the two talked about while sober, Shane agreeing to let Ilya give in to his pleas whenever he was like this. And just as Shane was desperate for Ilya, Ilya was desperate to give in to Shane.
“You said you need me, моя любовьmy love?”
Shane nodded, his hands sliding down to Ilya’s belt. He began to fumble with the buckles before Ilya’s hand grazed Shane's, stopping him.
“Here? We can’t, Shane.”
“We can.” Shane dragged out the last syllable, whining a bit. Ilya silently cursed, thinking to himself for a moment. Suddenly, he got an idea, moving Shane’s hands away.
“What if I let you use me, hm? Use me to get off all you want, alright?”
Shane thought to himself for a moment before agreeing, following after Ilya. Ilya moved to sit on the closed toilet seat, positioning Shane to straddle his thigh. It was unstable, Ilya supporting a majority of the weight of the two, but it would work for now. Shane was desperate and teary-eyed and gorgeous and Ilya would carry all the weight in the world for his pleasure right now. Before Ilya could open his mouth to say anything, he felt Shane begin to grind down on his leg, small noises escaping his lips. Ilya’s hands reached up to hold onto Shane’s hips, easing him as began to move faster. Shane’s hands traveled to Ilya’s hair, fingers twisting in it as his head fell softly against Ilya’s shoulder. Shane felt the tension slowly build in his core, getting louder as the fabric of his jeans caught just the right spot.
“Fuck, Ilya. I can’t. I–” Shane’s rambles were cut off with a moan, eyes closing as he hid his face in Ilya’s neck. One of Ilya’s hands moved to the small of Shane’s back, slowly soothing the skin there.
“Shh, Котенокkitten. You wouldn’t want our teammates hearing you, would you?” Ilya whispers, low in Shane’s ear. He’s painfully hard in his pants but is awarded little to no relief, wincing every time Shane's movements cause just a bit of friction. His arousal doesn’t go unnoticed, the panting of his breath, the flush decorating his face, the way his hand egged Shane on more and more. Shane, however, was far too gone to focus on anything more than the constant grinding of his cock on Ilya. Ilya loved watching him like this, chasing nothing but his own release.
“Or do you want them to hear? Hear you use me to cum? Show them that I’m only yours to use however you feel like? That’s all I’m good for, right? Pleasing you?”
Shane replied with nothing but broken moans, getting closer and closer to the edge. Ilya felt as Shane’s teeth sunk into his clothed shoulder, muffling the sounds slipping from his lips. His hands desperately grabbed at the back of Ilya’s shirt for any, any sliver of stability.
Ilya’s hand slinked up Shane’s skin, caressing over the expanse of muscle before reaching Shane’s nipples. Ilya pulled Shane’s shirt up, attaching his mouth to the brown nub as if the action were innate, natural. The two were touching everywhere. Every inch of Shane’s skin felt electric, buzzing with every single sense as the tightly wound string in his core threatened to snap. Ilya encouraged him, tongue lavishingly worshiping Shane’s upper body through licking and sucking and kissing and biting.
“Ilya, I’m—“
“I know, baby. Cum for me, it’s okay.”
Shane shuddered, holding himself close to Ilya as he released. The two sat there for a while, both panting chest-to-chest. Ilya rubbed soothing circles on Shane’s back as he came back down, placing gentle kisses on his face. When Shane finally began blinking his eyes back open and lifting his head, Ilya leaned back and looked at him. He had no idea how Shane was going to go back to this party when he looked this fucked out. Flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat over his skin, lips red from being bitten. He had a clumsy smile across his face, just staring endearingly as Ilya.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Котенокkitten, yes?”
Shane nodded, allowing Ilya to move him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He waited patiently as Ilya used a wet paper towel to wipe his face and clean him up, placing kisses along his body as he did so. Shane was glad he hadn’t stained his pants, which would make going back through the party much easier, but he knew he’d quickly grow uncomfortable in the dirty briefs once they got home.
Ilya placed one last romantic kiss on Shane's lips once he finished.
“I’ll go out first and tell everyone we’re leaving, okay? You can come out a few minutes later and go straight to car.”
“What? No, Ilya, that’s rude.”
“It will be fine, Shane. You will live this once.”
Shane rolled his eyes, smiling at Ilya as he walked out of the bathroom. God, he loved that man.
”And you’re okay with me doing it at any time I want?”
“Any time.”
Ilya set a relentless pace as he bucked into Shane, holding his arms tightly behind his back. Shane’s face slid against the cool metal of the hood of the car, pressing into it with every stroke. His moans died into pathetic vibrations against the car, barely decipherable shouts of Ilya’s name leaving his lips. And god, Shane felt perfect, wrapped around Ilya’s cock. Ilya floated in the moment of bliss he was experiencing at that moment. His husband bent over the hood of his favorite stupidly indulgent purchase, his sports car.
It’s weird, though. Ilya could’ve sworn this was one of the ones he got rid of when he moved to Ottawa a few years back. He hadn’t seen the bold yellow of it in years, Shane complaining it would stand out far too much. And this garage. It looked a lot more like the one connected to his Boston apartment. As his mind caught up with him it was only moments before Ilya realized that this was, in fact, a dream. Disappointed, he swam in the brief feeling between consciousness, preparing himself for the very likely wet spot in his boxers he’d have to deal with when he came to.
Yet, he was immediately confused when he managed to wake himself up. The feeling was everywhere all at once, all encompassing. He quickly opened his eyes, being met by the picture-perfect image of his husband. His husband, flushed and moaning, riding him slowly. His eyes were focused on where the two connected, barely noticing Ilya was now awake. Ilya stayed silent for a while, waiting for Shane to notice him. He was instead met with Shane’s rambles as he rolled his hips.
“Fuck, Ilya. You feel so good…” he mumbled underneath his breath, hands on Ilya’s abdomen to keep himself steady. He finally looked up at Ilya through half-lidded eyes when he pulled a groan deep from his throat. He was a bit shocked but his movements didn't pause for a second.
“Shane, fuck–” Ilya tried to get out, brain foggy, “You feel so…fuck.”
Shane moaned, speeding up his pace. All Ilya could feel was overwhelming pleasure. His brain could barely keep up with his body and everything was oh so sensitive. He could feel every grind of Shane's hip, every change in direction or movement. Even Shane's hands, sliding up and down his chest, sent waves of pleasure through his body, as if his fingertips had electricity flowing through them and into Ilya’s veins.
Shane’s pace grew more and more harsh, chasing his own pleasure. Ilya’s eyes dragged to Shane's cock, leaking precum between the two. Shane moved one of his hands from Ilya and stroked himself, getting closer and closer to the edge. Ilya could barely take it, his hands gripping what he could of the bed sheets as he approached his peak. Any words that fell out of his mouth were a slurred string of English, coated with his accent. Through the pleasure and fresh sleep, the syllables were barely telligible.
“F..fuck, малышbaby, I’m close, I’m going to–” he cut himself off with a deep groan, head thrown back as he came. Shane rode him through his orgasm, continuing to pursue his own. The room filled with lewd, wet noises as the sting of overstimulation tugged at Ilya. His mind was empty, consumed by only the pleasure Shane was bringing him. His mind filled with a buzzy white static, aches of ecstasy breaking through in bursts. He felt far from the room, completely encompassed by the feeling around him. He was barely there, physically, when Shane came, his cum covering Ilya’s torso.
The next thirty or so minutes are a blur of after-glow and the last remains of sleep pulling at Ilya’s brain. He remembers Shane leaving and coming back to clean him up. He remembers Shane kissing him, thanking him. He remembers the feeling of a gentle hand stroking his back as he slowly fell back asleep, Shane’s arms wrapped around him.
Ilya woke a few hours later, sunshine bleeding through the windows. He blinked awake, being met with his husband’s adorant stare. He smiled lazily, placing a kiss to Shane’s lips and resting his head on his chest.
“Thank you, by the way. For last night.” Shane mumbled into Ilya’s hair.
“No need to thank me. I am yours, Shane. Always.”
Shane smiled, sickeningly sweet. His hand gently rubbed Ilya’s back, stroking small, calming circles there.
“What time was it? Seemed early.” Ilya said, tracing the freckles that trickled down Shane’s arm.
“Three? Maybe four? I woke up to get some water and saw you were hard.” Shane somehow could still manage to act shy now, despite how bold and confident he was whenever the two were intimate. Ilya found it adorable.
“Well, that was only because I was having an amazing dream about you.” Shane chuckled, looking down at where Ilya was perched on his chest.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, Shane. I will tell you. So, you were bent over…”
”Is any place off limits, Ilya?”
“Not at all, моя любовьmy love.”
It was a calm night. The water of the lake was still, a midnight blue reflecting the night sky and the stars that swam within it. Ilya sat out on the dock, smoking a cigarette as he gazed at the moon. When he heard footsteps coming towards him, he kept his eyes forward, reveling in the comfort brought by his husband’s presence alone.
Shane sat down beside him, leaning his head on Ilya’s shoulder. Ilya blew smoke out the opposite direction, careful to avoid Shane. Despite Ilya barely ever smoking nowadays, Shane still nagged him whenever he did.
“Hi, Солнышкоsunshine.” Ilya reached his free hand around Shane, landing on his shoulder.
“What are you doing out here? It’s nearly one.” Shane muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Though, there was no one to hear him but Ilya.
“Just thinking. Did not want to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He nuzzled deeper into Ilya’s neck as Ilya turned to him. He grabbed Shane’s chin, forcing his head up and facing Ilya.
“What is wrong, Shane?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just…stressed, I guess? I always get anxious when camp is about to start and all the shit that comes with that.”
Ilya let Shane rant on, drawing soothing circles on his skin. Once Shane finished, Ilya kept his face steady in his hands. The two sat in silence for a few beats before Shane moved Ilya’s hand from his face, pulling Ilya into a kiss. It was desperate and wanting. The air suddenly became charged with a slow arousal. Shane’s hands began to explore Ilya’s body, reaching underneath his shirt.
“Fuck, Shane, here? You do not want to go inside or–” Ilya cut himself off with a wince as Shane bit his lip. Guess that was a no. He could still feel Shane was tense as he breathed into his mouth. His hands grabbed handfuls of Ilya’s skin, his shoulders were tightly strung, and it felt like kissing Ilya was, in some way, Shane’s own vice.
Before Ilya could realize, he was pushed back, fully laying down on the dock, with Shane on top of him. Their mouths remained connected as he felt Shane’s hand snake farther down. Ilya’s hands moved to Shane’s waist as he felt Shane’s hard cock against his torso. Shane rested his own hands over Ilya’s, pushing him off as he broke apart from him.
“Ilya, fuck. I…I need you to eat me out.” He sounded way more far gone than Ilya could’ve anticipated, leading him to believe this was Shane's plan all along. Ilya simply nodded in response, enamored with his husband. Shane sat up, stripping himself of his shorts and underwear. He moved so he was directly above Ilya’s face. He slowly lowered himself onto Ilya’s face, to which Ilya quickly responded by darting his tongue out.
This was by no means the first time Shane had sat on Ilya’s face. Ilya knew it was the best way to unravel Shane perfectly, especially when he was in his own head far too much. This was, however, the first time in a whole Shane had been so eager during it, grinding his hole against Ilya’s face and chasing after the contact. They’d usually take it slow, gently loosening his nerves. But this? This was hot and desperate and erratic. Shane’s moans filled the otherwise quiet, nighttime calm, save the small noises of the wood dock creaking at their movement. None of their neighbors were close enough to hear the sudden ruckus at 1:00 AM that happened to come with their escapades, thankfully. That didn’t keep Ilya from trying, though. He lapped at Shane’s hole, focusing any spots that pulled louder noises from Shane’s throat.
Meanwhile, Shane rode Ilya’s face like it was the only thing he was made for. He was relentless, forcing Ilya to take whatever he gave. His hands tangled in Ilya’s curls, pulling just enough to pull a moan from Ilya’s lips. The vibrations from which sent a jolt of pleasure through Shane only encouraged him to continue the vicious cycle.
“You’re so good for me, baby, fuck.” Shane slurred between groans. The praise fell on Ilya’s ears and went straight to his cock. He couldn’t keep himself from bucking up into nothing, his hips jerking into the air. He whined a bit at the lack of contact, but it was all the same to Shane.
Shane stilled suddenly, moaning loudly as he came. Ilya continued through his orgasm, placing his hands on Shane’s shaking thighs. Once Shane was finished, he rolled off of Ilya, laying down beside him on the dock. He sighed, placing a kiss on Ilya’s cheek before getting up with his discarded shorts in his hands. He slipped on his boxers and beginsHis steps are a bit wobbly, slowing down his movement as he walks down the dock. Ilya sat up, looking at Shane as if he was crazy.
“Shane!”
“What, Ilya?” Shane laughed.
“Where are you going?”
“To bed? It’s like two in the morning.”
“What about me?”
“You have a hand.” Shane turned back around, walking off of the dock.
“Asshole!” Ilya yelled at Shane’s back. He flopped back on the dock, feeling his aching cock in his pants. He sighed as he began to palm himself through his boxers before deciding it wasn’t worth it.
Shane walked into the cottage and it was strangely…empty. And silent. Everything was clean, cleaner than it had been when he left. He placed the groceries on the kitchen counter before looking around, searching for Ilya and whatever surprise he had.
Shane made his way to their bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him.
Ilya was spread on their bed, hands handcuffed to the headboard. He was completely nude, his cock already hard and leaking a bit of precum onto his stomach.
“What is this for?” Shane muttered, walking closer to make sure this was, in fact, his reality and not a dream.
“Happy anniversary, любимыйmy love.”
“Ilya, our anniversary is next month.” Shane giggled.
“No.”
“No?” Shane was interested in just where this was going.
“No. Our wedding anniversary is next month. This is the day we started dating. We called each other boyfriends for the first time.”
Tears began to well in Shane’s eyes. Of course. Of course Ilya remembered that. Of course Ilya went out of his way to surprise Shane. God, he loves his husband so damn much.
“I am yours to use, Shane. Please. It was really fucking hard to put these handcuffs on by myself.”
Shane laughed, approaching Ilya. He stripped himself of his clothes slowly, putting on a very obvious show for Ilya. He was already partially hard in his boxers just from the sight of his husband like this. He crawled up the bed, kissing up Ilya’s body until he reached his mouth. His tongue slipped into Ilya’s mouth, pulling a groan from him. They stayed like that for a while, simply grinding against one another. Shane was the one to pull away, Ilya chasing after his mouth. Shane replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, pressing them against Ilya’s tongue. Ilya took them graciously, groaning around them and he kept eye contact with Shane.
“Fuck, good boy. You’re so good for me.” Shane whispered, pulling a moan from Ilya that died around Shane’s fingers. Shane pulled his fingers from Ilya’s mouth, bringing them behind him and gently rubbing around his rim. He swore, easing a finger in and beginning to move. With his free hand, he flicked over Ilya’s nipple, pulling a noise from him that could only be described as whimper. Shane looked up and was met with Ilya’s dimmed eyes, glossed over with desire. He places his mouth on Ilya’s nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and carefully watching Ilya’s reactions. He heard the yanking of metal as Ilya instinctively pulled at his restraints, attempting to get his hands on Shane. He whined at the pain, pushing his head farther back into the pillows behind him as he cursed.
Shane’s mouth remained wrapped around Ilya’s nipple as he worked another finger into himself, stretching himself wide. Though, Shane was growing increasingly inpatient. After a while, he slowly slipped out of himself, sitting up and adjusting himself.
“You ready for me, baby?” Shane’s tone was commanding, as if Ilya’s answer had no effect on whether or not his next action happened. Ilya nodded lazily, half-words spilling from his lips.
“Yes, yes, please, Shane. Need you. I need you so bad.”
Shane feigned contemplation before simply grinding his ass against Ilya’s cock, not quite putting him in.
“You can beg better than that, Ilya. C’mon, let me hear you.”
Ilya’s eyes widened, a whine pulling from his throat at the sensation. It was barely enough, he couldn’t take the endless teasing. He was painfully hard and this wasn’t helping.
“Please, Shane. You…you are all I need. I need you. Please ride me, please I need to feel you. I need to be inside of you. I can not…can not think. I just need you, please.”
Shane counts Ilya’s rambles as satisfactory, slowly sinking down onto Ilya’s cock. Ilya sighed, beginning to thank Shane before realizing he…stopped? Ilya opened his eyes, looking up at Shane who looked absolutely satisfied with himself.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you like this? Just the head inside of me. You can come like that, can’t you?”
Ilya started shaking his head. He didn’t realize when exactly he began crying, but he could faintly feel as a tear streaked down his face.
“No, no, Shane, please. I can’t. I need you, all of you. Please.”
Shane smiled, raking a hand through Ilya’s hair before wiping the tear from his cheek.
“Aw. pretty baby. You look so good crying for me.” Shane finally sank down, quicker than Ilya had expected. Shane moaned, the sensation of being full hitting him all at once. He slowly began to move, placing his hands on Ilya’s torso.
The room filled with an array of lewd sounds. Skin slapping skin, Shane’s moans as he rode Ilya, Ilya’s pleads with Shane to keep going and don’t stop. Shane felt drunk on the power he held right now. The possessiveness. Ilya’s was his. His to love, his to take care of, and right now? His to use however the fuck he pleased.
Shane increased his pace, chasing the feeling of Ilya’s head kissing his prostate. In the back of Shane’s head, he can just barely hear Ilya begging him to slow down. Usually, these requests would fall on deaf ears. However, Shane felt nice. It was their anniversary, after all.
Shane slowed down to an almost tortuous pace, for himself as much as Ilya. He barely moved, watching Ilya as he did.
“Fuck, Shane. You know that is not what I mean–”
“Do I know that? Maybe you should say what you mean, then, huh?”
Shane enjoyed being just a bit petty, especially right now. With Ilya on the brink of coming and tears staining his face. God, he’s beautiful. Shane kissed Ilya’s trembling lips and sped up once again, bringing himself to the edge. He could feel Ilya twitch inside of him and Shane knew he wasn’t any better off than he was. Ilya could barely speak before his orgasm hit him all at once, a silent gasp left on his face. Shane was soon after, stroking himself once, twice, before his cum was all over Ilya’s abs and chest.
They both stayed still for a while, still connected. After a few moments, Shane winced as he came off of Ilya, laying beside him to catch his breath. He kissed Ilya, a small, delicate kiss, before getting up to grab a towel to wipe the two off. He cleaned the two off before taking off Ilya’s restraints, letting him rest on the bed. When Shane came back into the room, Ilya was halfway asleep. He turned off the lights, joining Ilya in bed and wrapping his arms around him. Ilya opened his eyes, just barely, smiling at Shane.
“You did so good for me, baby. Thank you for that, Ilya.” Shane whispered, stroking a hand through Ilya’s hair.
“Of course, любимыйmy love. I love you.”
“Я тебя люблюI love you, Ilya. Good night.”