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“If we were to have a… someone else, join us. In bed I mean.” Shane groaned at himself. He really wasn’t being smooth about this. He started again. “If we had a threesome, do you have an idea who you'd want to join us?” He breathed a sigh of relief at having blurted out the sentence finally.
When the words had left Shane’s mouth, Ilya had gone rigid behind him, his hand on his hip stilled. Shane had the distinct feeling Ilya was frowning at him, but he couldn’t be sure. Ilya was pressed against his back and had been kissing his neck and shoulder. His hands were drawing lazy patterns on his skin as they both came down from the high of their orgasms – who knew your boyfriend fucking your thighs could be this hot?
“Did Rose finally admit she has a crush on me?” Ilya asked, his tone and body language back to what they were a minute ago. Maybe Shane had imagined it.
“Rose has nothing to do with any of this.” He tangled his fingers with Ilya’s on his stomach. “Is that who you’d want? Not Rose, but a woman? It’d make sense, you probably miss being with women-“
“I do not miss it, no.” Ilya kissed him, just under his ear, lingering longer than was probably necessary.
“Oh. So it wouldn’t matter either way?”
“It doesn’t matter because it is not happening. You made it clear. No threesome.”
“I can change my mind, you know.”
Ilya stilled again. “Did you?” His voice was far too serious for what he was asking, Shane noticed. And not in that seriously-aroused-at-the-thought-of-this way Shane had expected.
Shane turned so he could look at Ilya, and hopefully figure out what was going through his mind.
“I mean, maybe? Was just in the back of my mind.” Shane started twirling Ilya’s cross pendant between his fingers, focusing intently on it as he explained himself. “You mentioned last time we did it on Skype that you’d wondered what I’d look like if someone else was fucking me, and not just me with a dildo. I dunno, it got me wondering. Maybe it could be something to try. Someday.”
When he finally looked up at Ilya, he had no idea what his boyfriend was thinking. Ilya looked like he was thoroughly confused by Shane’s admission. And, Shane could understand why, in a way. He had been pretty firm on his stance in the past. But now that Ilya had put the very specific thought in his head, he couldn’t help but wonder.
What would it feel like to have someone else in him, different hands on his body? Watching Ilya watching him get fucked. Would he like the reverse of seeing Ilya tear someone else apart (preferably a man if he was honest)? He wasn’t so sure about that last one, but he probably could get on board with someone else fucking him, as long as Ilya was there.
“Was just dirty talk,” Ilya finally replied. His voice was tight and laced with an edge Shane had never heard to it. “I know you don’t want that.”
“Okay, but maybe I wouldn’t mind it. I’m not saying we should go out to a club and pick up someone right now. Just trying to have an open conversation about it.”
Ilya frowned and Shane’s heart sank. “Is this not good for you?”
“What? No! Shit, Ilya, that is not what I meant.” Shane took Ilya’s face in his hands and kissed him. This was not going how he expected at all. “I thought it was something you wanted?”
“Not for real. It is nice fantasy.” Ilya rolled them both until Shane was on his back, hands pinned on either side of his head on the pillow. “I know you would look very sexy getting fucked by someone else, maybe while you suck me off too. I will probably say it again, because you are very cute when I say things like that. But no one else gets this. Just me. You are all mine, Shane Hollander. I am not sharing you.”
Shane was both incredibly aroused and an absolute ball of mush at Ilya’s words, and he wasn’t sure which emotion his face displayed. Knowing him, it’d probably be an absolutely smitten grin. He didn’t really care.
“I don’t ever want to share you either. I’m all yours Ilya Rozanov.”
Ilya lowered himself so he could kiss Shane, their fingers curled together. The kiss was heated and possessive and set every inch of Shane on fire. Ilya started rocking his hips just enough to rub their cocks together and Shane moaned. He wrapped his legs around Ilya’s waist without thinking, trying to get more friction. There would definitely be a round two sooner rather than later.
“Mine,” Ilya repeated a bit more playfully, nipping at Shane’s lower lip. “Besides, who would we ask. Scott Hunter?”
Shane snorted (not that he hated the idea, Hunter was hot). “Scott Hunter wishes.”
They both laughed and Ilya kissed him again. “It does give me ideas though.”
“That is definitely not good.”
“You would not fuck yourself with a toy while you take my cock in your mouth at the same time, Hollander? Maybe one I control? See which of us can come first? Or, not.”
“Fuck,” Shane breathed out.
“Mmm, you like that idea.” Ilya rolled his hips sinfully slow, knowing it wasn’t enough for Shane. “Will need to do some shopping. Find just the right thing. Should we stop and do that now?”
Shane tightened his grip on Ilya with his legs, barely managing to keep him in place given his hands were still being held down. “You’re evil, you know that?”
Ilya laughed and proceeded to use every trick he knew to show Shane just how much he had meant his earlier words. Shane was all his.
And Shane didn’t mind that one bit.