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Please, Sir
By Bookworm69
Chapter 1
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Shane Hollander knew that his relationship with Ilya Rozanov was unconventional to most. He knew that people in the league would judge them, but he also felt like this side of them didn't need to be seen by anyone else. It is just theirs. They had a bond that went deeper than just casual. They meant something special to each other.
When Shane had first realized he loved Ilya it had not only surprised him, but it also sat heavy on him. He knew inside his soul that it was right. That Ilya was the other half of him, but he also had to face all the weight that came with that realization.
What he hadn't expected was the solace he would find in Ilya's dominance. It started off with small things. Ilya planned their days so Shane didn't have to over think every step. Making the shopping list so he didn't have to guess what was needed every time he went. Ilya would order dinner for both of them. Just small things that took unimaginable pressure off of Shane. Things that he didn't realize he would hyper focus on to the point of mild panic.
So when Ilya asked him for things Shane would jump at the opportunity to be as helpful to Ilya as Ilya was to Shane. It gave him a sick kind of thrill. A shiver that would race through him when he could do as he was told. When he could please Ilya.
So when Ilya came to Shane on a friday night in mid August with an idea, Shane was all too eager to comply.
“You know sex club, yes?” Ilya asked that evening as they lay sprawled together on the couch. “Uh, yeah, i guess i know what a sex club is, why are you asking?” Shane whispered into Ilya's chest. Hiding the blush that rose to his cheeks with the line of questioning. Ilya slid his finger under Shane's chin and applied pressure until Shane had no choice but to meet Ilya's eyes. Shane was a little startled with the heat he found burning back at him. “I want to do things, your body is responsive to me, yes?” Shane gave a little nod at Ilya's words. “You like what I do to you, so I thought we could try new trick. See if you like other things, new things." Ilya brushed his thumb along Shane's bottom lip as he let his proposition hang in the air between them. “We don't need sex club to do these things, but I just had idea.” Shane seemed to be trembling all over as he stared at Ilya's lips. Captivated by the confidence he seemed to have so much of.
“I think I would try anything if you want to try something new.” Shane realized how breathy he sounded a little too late, but Ilya just gave him a soft smile. “Okay, You be a good boy for me, go shower, and put nice shirt on, yes? We can go tonight, try this new idea.” Shane felt goosebumps break out all over his body. His cheeks heated but he felt his mind go a bit fuzzy with the order. He wanted to be Ilya's good boy. He wanted to please him.
Shane stumbled to his feet quickly giving a repetitive nod seemingly unable to do anything else. He wanted to do as he was told. So badly. But he also wanted Ilya to come with him to the shower. Wanted to feel his presence drowning him. Ilya's eyes seemed to track Shane as he made it a few steps toward the stairs, but he froze, spinning back to him. Ilya quirked a brow, which caused Shane to blush harder. “I was.. Uh. hoping that uh… well maybe that.. Um you would, ugh maybe that you wanted to…” Shane stammered over his words as he tried to get out what he wanted, but Ilya's eyes were dragging down Shane's body coming to rest at the obvious bulge in his jeans. Shane couldn't seem to think past that look. Let alone form a single coherent thought. He wanted Ilya to look at him like that forever. Bask in the heat of his gaze. “ What is it you want? Use words Shane." Ilya said as he finally brought his eyes up to meet Shane's.
Shane's eyes dropped to his sock covered feet. Twisting his finger together behind his back. “I was hoping, Ilya, that you would maybe come with me?” Shane spoke in a hushed voice, never taking his eyes off his feet. So when Ilya's feet appeared right in front of him he was slightly startled with how quick he had moved. “I will come, if you say please. I want to hear you say it. Say please sir, come with me.” Shane felt precum leaking from his twitching cock, his nipples sensitive against the fabric of his shirt. When he glanced up slightly he could make out the outline of Ilya's cock through his sweats. Shane's mouth watered and his head felt light. Lifting his gaze the rest of the way up he met Ilya's blazing eyes. Biting his lip he asked, voice gravely “please s-sir, come with me, please, I'll be good.” The last part slipped out as an after thought but from the way Ilya's whole body seemed to light up he knew it was the right thing to say.
Ilya's hand shot out and gripped Shane's chin. Just a breath before their lips met in a kiss so explosive Shane couldn't hold in the whimper that escaped him. Shane felt his body melt into Ilya. All he could do was feel. The way their bodies seemed to line up perfectly. Ilya’s other had drifted down to Shane's hip, pulling them together and dragging a moan from Shane's chest. The friction was everything he needed. “Please, sir.” Shane breathed against Ilya's lips as he slowly pulled away. Leaving Shane panting for air. “Go sweetheart, I will come.” Ilya turned him around, giving him a gentle nudge toward the stairs.
On shaky legs Shane went. Gripping the railing for support on the way up. He felt so lax. Like his body was detached from his brain. Like all his thoughts were gently wrapped up inside Ilya's chest and all Shane could do was feel. Dragging himself into the bathroom he started to pull his clothes off. Folding them gently he set them on the counter as he reached for the light switch. Flicking it on he suddenly froze. Motionless he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, wild hair, kiss swollen lips, blown glazed eyes, and tight nipples. He looked feral. He was still staring at his reflection when he felt Ilya's presents in the doorway. His eyes flicked to him in the mirror. Landing on Ilya's own eyes before drifting down his naked chest and lingering on his hard cock standing hot and hard between his bare thighs.
Shane licked his lips as he started to turn, before he was even fully rotated he was already dropping to his knees. He sank down onto the hard tile. The cold bite shocked a hiss from his lips, but the contrast seemed to ground him. Sinking back on his heels he glanced up until he was looking into Ilya's eyes, and he waited. Waited for the permission he so desperately craved. Waited for Ilya to take control and let Shane drift.
Ilya's hand threaded through the tousled strands of Shane's hair just tight enough that there was a tiny prick of discomfort. “Open” was the only word that scraped past Ilya's lips as he drug Shane's mouth closer. Running the tip of his cock along the seam of his lips leaving behind a drop of pre cum. Shane's lips parted without a thought as he leaned forward and sucked ilya to the back of his throat. Hollowing his cheeks and swallowing around the intrusion. Stifling the urge to gag he wrapped his hand around the base of Ilya's length. The sound the tore out of ilya was almost inhumane. Half growl half choked moan. All it did was encourage Shane to keep going. To suck harder, stroke faster, flick his tongue the way that he knows makes Ilya's knees weak. “You take my cock so well baby.” Ilya got out between clenched teeth. Shane let his hand drift toward his own cock, feeling desperate and needy. He just wanted to stroke himself a few times to take the edge off. But he halted at the firm words that left Ilya's lips “hands off baby, only I please you.” this seemed to trigger some sort of overload in Shane's head. He nodded quickly. Pulling back enough to whisper “yes, only you.” before resuming his efforts.
With renewed vigor Shane leaned into the act. Pleased to be doing something that Ilya so obviously enjoyed. Shane spent so much time worrying about if he was doing a good job. Using the right grip, sucking the right way, making enough eye contact. But when Ilya took over like this, Shane could just be here with him. Let Ilya take his pleasure from Shane without Shane having to worry about it.
Ilya's thighs were starting to tremble beneath Shane's hands, giving Shane a boost of enthusiasm. “Suck me like the good boy you are, you like it rough, yes?” All Shane could do was whimper as Ilya fucked his throat. A mixture of precum and spit dripping down his chin. Jaw aching Shane's head seemed to drift to a soft space, one where he was safe and free. His whole body started to tingle in a way that was so foreign to him he thought he ought to worry but couldn't bring himself to care. Choking on Ilyas cock was all he wanted. Just to please him, make him cum. Nothing else existed beyond this moment.
Groans left Ilya unbidden as he used Shane for his pleasure. Shane felt so sensitive he thought he might cum if Ilya so much as tightened the fist in his hair. Though he didn't think it would matter all that much as long as Ilya never let go of him. Ilya's pace began to grow choppy and his moans louder, but he didn't falter in this relentless onslaught. “Uh fuck baby, I'm going to, fuck Shane” was all the warning Shane got before hot ropes of Ilyas cum shot down the back of his throat. Shane's vision seemed to white out as the tingles running through his body seemed to take over completely, the next thing he knew his own cock was spraying his load all over his stomach and thighs. Trembling all over Shane could only feel sensations. His eyes seemed to be closed but he couldn't really hear anything either. His heart beat was the only sound. He felt cum dripping from the corner of his mouth so he continued to suck and swallow anything he could get, but his mind was drifting in some soft place and he couldn't seem to hang on to anything.
His skin felt so sensitive and every touch seemed to jolt his cock. He knew he was just on his knees but couldn't really feel it anymore. Ilya must be holding him. Shane hoped Ilya never put him down. He felt so at peace in their little bubble. Ilya always knew exactly what he needed.
Then something was falling over him. Overstimulating his mind and body. Wobbling his soft space. Then big hands were stroking him all over. His hair, his cheeks, down his arms, his back, his legs, all his most intimate places. It was paired with a muffled sound he couldn't yet make out. But it felt so right, like home. The strong hands seemed to wrap around him and keep him aloft. The next thing he felt was soft fabric wrapping around him like a cocoon. “Mmmmm” the sound seemed to echo between Shane's ears but he couldn't help the noise as it slipped out. He just felt so good.
His heart started to slow and his hearing slowly started coming back. “That's it baby, such a good boy for me” Ilya's voice seemed to reach him in his soft space. “I'll take care of you, just rest Shane, you are everything to me.” Shane really loved Ilya, his perfect man. “ Are we still going out?” The question seemed to come from shame but he couldn't really feel his lips move. “No baby, we go another night. Sleep now.” Ilyas voice spoke softly to Shane as Ilya's strong arms wrapped Shane up tightly. Keeping him safe. That was his last thought as he drifted off to sleep.