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Shane woke up bright and early. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was about 7:15 in the morning, and he allowed himself the grace of a few more minutes of staying curled against his husband, comfortable in their warm bed. It had been nearly a year, and Shane still couldn't believe that he and Ilya were married. Ilya looked beautiful like this; his curly hair was sleep-rumpled and shining, almost golden, in the warm sunlight coming through the window. The way his hair lightened slightly in the summer was one of the many things Shane loved about him.
God, Shane really didn't wanna get out of bed, and if he weren't such a stickler for routine, he wouldn't. Staying in bed with Ilya sounded much better than going on a run right now, but also, if he didn't go on his run now, it would be a lot less enjoyable. So much to his own dismay, he did get out of bed. He extracted himself from the curly-haired man's grasp, wiggling out from under his arm and kissing his cheek.
That, of course, woke him up. He watched Ilya crack his eyes open blearily as he sleepily grumbled, "Mm Shane?"
Shane smiled; he liked it when Ilya's voice was like this, sleep-laced and deep, it was somehow cute and hot at the same time… He shook off the thought as he felt Ilya's hand covering his own and gently murmured, "Morning, sleepy-head. You sleep well?" as he brushed rogue curls away to kiss his forehead.
Ilya huffed cutely, as if to protest the nickname, but Shane knew he liked it. He looked at the clock, "Is early," He yawned, "Don't leave."
Before he even had a chance to speak, he found himself pulled back into Ilya's arms, his head landing on his chest. And oh, that made it even harder for him to get up because he could stay cuddled with Ilya forever, but he had to get up.
"Oh, come on, you big oaf, let me go. I have to go on my run before it gets hot outside," he complained with no real urgency.
"You don't need to go on a run." Ilya hummed somewhat suggestively as he nuzzled his nose into his hair.
"Yes, I do, I have to keep my endurance high. You know as well as I do that endurance training is important, even off-season." Shane sighed.
"I know of a few things we can do to test your endurance without going on a run," his husband purred in a teasing, almost sultry tone.
The raven-haired man shifted, pulling back slightly to look up at Ilya, "You trying to seduce me, Rosanov?"
He smirked that little lopsided smirk that Shane loved, "Maybe… It working?"
Ilya tipped his chin down so their lips were nearly touching, and Shane whispered, "Maybe." he was still determined not to let the Russian get to him, even as he was pulled into a kiss. He let it happen, predictably getting lost in the feeling of their lips pressing together over and over again. Just as Ilya ventured to trace his lips with his tongue, Shane found it in himself to pull away just enough to whisper, "Maybe you should just come with me."
"Hmm…" Ilya hummed as he kissed Shane again before whispering against his lips, "You're no fun, Hollander."
"Oh, really? I'm not?" Shane questioned.
"Mhm, Mr. Boring Canadian," the curly-haired man mumbled.
The brown eyed man huffed, "What if I propose you a deal?"
Ilya pulled away just enough to give an interested look, then answered, "I am listening."
"What about this…" Shane cut himself off as he traced Ilya's bicep. When the other man didn't respond, he continued in a borderline flirty tone, "If you let me go on my run now, then maybe when I get back, I'll let you join me in the shower."
His husband's eyes widened in excitement, and the flirty smirk returned to his lips, "That a promise?" he asked as he loosened his grip enough for Shane to wiggle free.
"Maybe. I guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Shane teased as he got out of bed and got dressed for his run. He was about to walk out of the bedroom when Ilya stopped him.
"I think you're forgetting something."
The raven-haired man patted his pockets; he had his phone and earbuds, and pulled his sleeve up to check he hadn't forgotten his fitness tracker (sometimes he did). He had to prepare his water bottle and put his shoes on downstairs, so what could he possibly be forgetting? Ilya had clearly been amused by Shane's confusion, as he was now full-on smiling and holding back laughter as he made a kissy face. Now Shane knew what he wanted.
He huffed a small laugh and walked back to Ilya's side of the bed, but before leaning down to give the man a goodbye kiss, he had to ask, "You're not gonna try to pull me back into the bed, are you?"
"Da, no Shane, just gimme kiss goodbye."
"Okay, okay, bossy." Shane teased as he leaned down to softly kiss his husband goodbye. As he pulled away, he asked, "That's what you wanted?"
"Mhmm." Ilya smiled softly, "Stay safe without me."
"I will, Ilya, see you soon," Shane said softly as he turned to leave the room.
As he headed down the stairs, Shane thought that he might bring Anya with him on his run, but the dog was sleeping peacefully in her bed, so he let her be. Ilya could take her on a walk later. He'd take this one solo. It would go more quickly that way anyway. After grabbing his water bottle from the kitchen and filling it, Shane sat on the bench next to the front door and put on his running shoes.
Ilya had sidetracked him for about 30 minutes, so it was almost 8 AM before he was able to slip out the front door. Shane planned to be out for about an hour and a half, hoping to avoid the summer heat by running earlier in the morning. Of course, now he was out later than he was hoping to be; only time could tell if he'd beat the heat or not. He always enjoyed running earlier in the morning. It was peaceful and calm because no one was up and about yet, and sometimes, when the weather permitted in the winter, he would get to watch the sunrise as he ran.
Today, he listened to music as he ran, letting himself get lost in it as he took his usual route around their neighborhood. It was late in the summer, and Shane wished that he and Ilya could've stayed at the cottage for longer. The property around the cottage was his favorite place to run. He'd even go without music and just enjoy the sounds of nature. Of course, with their hockey camps and training starting soon, they had to be home.
Anyway, before he knew it, Shane was already starting on his way back home. He was just putting his phone in his pocket after texting Ilya when he heard what sounded like a meow from behind him. The brown eyed man looked around for a second until his eyes landed on a small white and grey tabby kitten. It was adorable, staring into his soul as it tilted its head curiously and meowed at him again.
Shane couldn't help but crouch down and reach a hand out in hopes that the kitten would come to him. He clicked his tongue and gently called, "Come here, little guy. I won't hurt you."
The raven-haired man smiled as a small animal cautiously approached him, sniffing his fingers before rubbing his face on them. Shane suppressed the happy sound that threatened to leave his mouth as he slowly shifted his hand to scratch behind the kitten's ears. He continued petting the kitten and, through a slightly closer inspection, Shane found that he was pretty sure it was a girl. He wondered if she had an owner. The little one seemed friendly, clean, and somewhat well fed, but didn't have a collar.
There was no way this adorable kitten didn't have an owner. It was too cute.
The kitten started purring, which only made Shane's face split into an even wider, more ridiculous smile. "Oh, wow, you really are a sweet little one, aren't you?" he asked.
The kitten meowed in response and continued purring, and Shane giggled like a giddy child. He was glad there was no one around and that Ilya wasn't with him. He knew his husband would definitely make fun of him for this. The love of his life would never let him live this down.
Soon enough, 15 minutes had passed, and Shane was now fully sitting on the sidewalk with this kitten practically in his lap, just begging for more pets. He knew his pace, and mile time for this run was thoroughly destroyed. Plus, he probably looked ridiculous, seeing as he was a 30-year-old man sitting on a sidewalk, fawning over a kitten, but he really didn't care. As he sat there, Shane thought distantly about some videos that Hayden had shown him. The ones where cats were just randomly sitting in a person's lap or running up to them and climbing their pant leg.
What had Hayden called it? The cat distribution system? He was pretty sure that's what his friend had told him… Was that what was happening right now? Could it be true? Had this cat, which could possibly have a family looking for it, chosen Shane?
Eventually, Shane did actually have to get going, and as much as he wanted to stay with this sweet little kitten or maybe take her home with him, he knew it would be best to leave her. So much to his own and apparently the cat's dismay, he removed her from his lap.
"I know, I'm sorry, little one," he cooed, as he gently patted the kitten's head, "I gotta go, but thanks for letting me pet you."
The kitten stared up at him again with big blue eyes, just begging for Shane to take her with him. The sight was melting his heart, kind of like Ilya's puppy dog eyes, but he had to resist. He had to get out of there before he just snatched the kitten up and took her home with him.
With one last glance at the kitten, Shane turned around and began his trek home. By the time he had turned onto their street, the man was sure Ilya would be wondering where he was, seeing as he was out for almost 30 minutes longer than usual. He was nearly home when he heard something rustling behind him. He looked around and realized that this little kitten had followed him all the way home.
Clearly, this cat liked him a lot. This was a really odd situation. Shane was pretty sure he'd never had an animal like him this much. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face a small animal, which caught up to him only to stretch, then place one of her tiny paws on his shoe, and meow at him again. This time, Shane's heart felt like it had actually melted into a puddle in his chest. He couldn't resist any longer. As he picked up the kitten, she let out a contented sound and immediately relaxed in his arms.
So this cat was very obviously choosing him, and he didn't wanna leave her, so he just carried her the rest of the way home.
When he finally made it to his front door and was reaching into his pocket for the keys with one hand, while still holding the kitten with the other, a thought passed through his mind. He couldn't really just bring the kitten into her house. What if… He cut off that thought immediately. No. Anya was probably the sweetest dog in the world; Shane was fairly sure she didn't have a mean bone in her body. She probably wouldn't even hurt a fly. She was always amazing and gentle with Hayden's kids, and as far as Shane knew, she had never chased a cat, so bringing the kitten into the house would probably be fine.
Or at least that was what Shane hoped. He knew that the kitten would be freaked out by the dog, but he really hoped that Anya would be chill.
When Shane opened the door, he was greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs, and his mouth watered. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he smelled the food. He kicked off his shoes, quickly, placing them in the shoe rack with his free hand after closing the door.
Ilya called from the kitchen, "Shane, that you?"
"Yes, Ilya, I'm home. Sorry, I'm late," he said as he walked down the hall towards the kitchen.
"Were you worried about me?" the raven-haired man asked in a teasing tone as he rounded the corner, seeing Ilya standing at the stove, shirtless, with his back turned towards him.
"What. No," Ilya denied, dragging out the vowel playfully, "I never worry, you know this."
Despite Ilya's ability to keep a cool, calm exterior most of the time, Shane could tell that he had been worried. He didn't push it, though.
As Shane walked further into the room, Ilya turned away from the stove, where he was getting ready to prepare some scrambled eggs, and gave him a soft smile. He loved that smile; he loved knowing it was only for him. It morphed into a sort of confused, curious look as he tilted his head. Shane wouldn't actually tell Ilya this, but he had made practically the same exact same face at him that the kitten had earlier, and it was adorable.
"Shane?" Ilya asked as he walked closer, "Why are you holding a cat?"
"I met her on my run, and she followed me home," Shane explained simply.
"Okay, and why bring it into our house?" Ilya asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Did you steal a cat, Hollander?"
"Oh my god, no, Ilya, I didn't steal the cat, as I said, I stopped on my run to pet the kitten, and she followed me home."
"Okay, so she has no owner?"
"I'm not sure, I don't think so." Shane shrugged and stroked the kitten's back, "Oh, but Ilya, you should have seen it! The little one walked up, put its paws on my shoe, and meowed at me. I couldn't just leave her outside."
His husband gave the small animal another assessing glance before his eyes softened slightly. "Is cute, like you." Ilya teased, leaning in carefully to kiss the tip of Shane's nose.
Shane blushed at the comment, "I-I mean, how could I say no to these eyes?" He stammered, holding the kitten out towards Ilya.
The blue-eyed man nodded, "Mhm, like I said, cute."
"So…" Shane said, pulling out the 'o'.
"So what?" Ilya wondered, his eyebrow still quirked up in question.
"Can we keep her?" the brown-eyed man asked, putting on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew Ilya wouldn't be able to say no.
"Oh, come on, Shane, don't look at me like that," Ilya said, pausing before hanging his head and sighing, "Fine."
Shane beamed, "I'm gonna get her settled in the guest bathroom for now."
"Okay, I will finish breakfast now… Have fun with kitty," the curly-haired man teased with a small smile as he turned back towards the stove to cook the eggs.
Shane brought the kitten to the downstairs guest bathroom, closing the door behind him before he put the kitten down on the ground. It was then that he realized there was nothing really to do in here because they didn't have anything they needed to take care of a cat. The brown-eyed man was happy to just sit on the floor and hang out with the kitten for a minute while he placed an order from a pet store for all the stuff they needed. He waited until Ilya called for him to leave the room, and as he entered the kitchen, he placed the delivery order and slipped his phone back into his pocket. All the stuff would be delivered in a couple of hours, and it made him feel giddy.
Shane reentered the kitchen and found Ilya already sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island, eating his own breakfast. He sat next to his husband, a small smile on his lips as the man pushed a full plate of food toward him.
Shane kissed Ilya's cheek in thanks, "You're the best," he said before digging in.
The raven-haired man didn't know what it was that made the food so much better when Ilya made it. For Christ's sake, they made eggs and bacon exactly the same way. It really shouldn't taste any different. Maybe it was just the fact that he didn't have to make himself? Or perhaps because he worked up an appetite on his run? Shane didn't know, nor did he actually care that much. He was just glad to be eating.
After a moment of silence, he could feel Ilya's gaze on him, and sure enough, when Shane looked up, his husband was giving him that infuriatingly hot, cocky little half smirk that he always did.
"Hmm, I know," Ilya said playfully.
Shane bumped his shoulder into Ilya's and huffed, "Asshole," in an equally playful tone as he shoved his husband's shoulder lightly.
The blue-eyed man snorted a laugh, then asked, "Food good?"
He shook his head and, with a small smile, said, "Yes, the food is good, just what I needed after my run."
With that same teasing smirk, never leaving his lips, Ilya said, "Glad I could give you what you needed…" he paused, his tone dropping to something almost dangerous and sultry as he purred, "Maybe you can give me something I need too."
Shane shot his husband a look as he quirked his eyebrow and teased, "Maybe you can let me finish eating before you jump my bones, Rozanov."
"But you make me wait so long already." Ilya groaned, throwing his head back in complaint, "I want you, Shane."
No matter how many times Ilya had said those words to Shane, the raven-haired man was sure he'd always feel the same warm tingles spread down his spine as the first time he'd said them. Shane could just give in, melt into Ilya, and give him what he wanted, but teasing him was fun.
"Ilya," Shane said sternly. Ilya backed off, seeming to get the message that although Shane was interested, whatever he wanted to do with him would have to wait until after they were finished eating.
His husband was able to hold off, but only until he got up to do the dishes. Almost as soon as Shane parked himself in front of the sink to do the dishes, Ilya was on him, with his chest pressed into his back and his arms around his waist. Shane tried really hard to focus on the dishes, but Ilya was making it hard with the way he was burying his nose into his neck and kissing him lightly. He loved the hard, passionate, biting kisses, but sometimes these soft ones were the real killer for him; they made Shane want to melt into a puddle.
Shane couldn't help but let out a little hum of approval even as he reminded, "You know that distracting me is only going to prolong your wait, right?"
"Prolong?" Ilya asked, after thinking for a moment.
"You know…" Shane cut himself off with a light moan as his husband slowly sucked a mark near his collarbone, "t-to make something longer."
"Mmm, I see, but distracting you is fun," Ilya purred teasingly.
He really did like it. Shane couldn't deny how much he loved the feeling of Ilya's lips on his neck and the way his fingers snuck their way under the hem of his shirt. Despite the distraction, he persevered and finished the dishes pretty quickly. Shane dried his hands before pressing his back firmly into his husband's chest.
Shane could already feel how hard Ilya was for him; it only made him want the other man more. He may not have been in the mood for this earlier this morning, or even a few minutes ago, when he was eating breakfast, but now he sure was. It was always impressive, the way that Ilya could just turn him on like a light switch. The raven-haired man wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, or what Ilya wanted. What he did know, though, was that whatever they did do, it started with something more than the teasing, languid neck kisses that he was currently receiving. As much as Shane enjoyed the feeling, he wanted to move this along.
"How long have you been hard for me, Ilya?" Shane asked breathily as he reached back and threaded his fingers through Ilya's soft hair.
He tugged a little bit on the golden-brown curls that he loved so dearly and was rewarded with a soft groan, but that wasn't exactly the answer he was looking for. Shane had a hunch that the man had probably been hard the whole time he was on his run. That hunch was proven correct barely a minute later when Ilya gave him an actual answer.
"Been thinking about what I want to do with you all morning," Ilya said gruffly as he pulled him away from the sink. Before Shane knew what was happening, his back was pressed against the opposite counter, and Ilya was staring at his lips like a hungry animal.
He groaned as the curly-haired man bullied a knee between his legs and kissed him ferociously. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing like they were starved of each other as they lightly ground on each other's thighs. At some point, Shane registered Ilya's hands shifting down from where they had been resting on his hips. The man had been rubbing small circles into his skin, thumbs just peeking under his shirt, before they glided lower, hands palming over his ass, then gripping his thighs and lifting him to the counter.
Fuck, Shane loved when Ilya lifted him like that. It was something that he'd vehemently deny enjoying whenever his husband mentioned it, but god, it was hot. The fact that the man could lift him so easily simultaneously frustrated and turned him on. Both things were true about most of the things Ilya did, though. On top of that, he managed to do it gracefully every time, without even breaking their kiss.
Well, except for that one time…
~~Flashback~~
It was a situation that was very similar to this one; the only difference was that he and Ilya were returning from a run together. It wasn't very often that his husband joined him on morning runs, but Shane was always happy to have him there. When they ran together, it was fun. They were constantly teasing, competitive, and flirty, so by the time they made it home, they usually had a very different type ot energy to work off.
Now that Shane thought back on that run, he was surprised that they managed to mostly keep their hands off of each other until they got home.
As soon as Ilya had closed the door behind them, they were on each other, barely kicking off their shoes near the front door before finding their way to the kitchen. Long story short, they had been making out against the kitchen counter, and when Ilya went to lift him to the counter, his hands slipped on Shane's sweaty skin, causing him to lose his grip. Luckily, neither of them had gotten hurt, even if they had both somehow managed to end up in a heap on the floor, laughing into each other's lips as they kissed.
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That accident had pretty quickly diffused the sexual tension in the air that day, but right now was a very different story.
Shane suddenly felt as if he was drowning in desire as he pulled Ilya impossibly closer, wrapping his legs tightly around the other man's waist as they continued making out enthusiastically. He was so enthralled with this makeout session that he could almost forget about the tacky feeling of dried sweat on his skin… almost. The kiss was good, really good, but not good enough to make him forget how much he wanted a shower after his run.
Other than wanting to shower this run off of himself, Shane had another reason for wanting to move this party somewhere other than the kitchen. As much as he was enjoying this situation, Shane could see it very easily escalating, and he was neither prepared for being fucked nor wanting to be fucked on the kitchen counter. He had to be in a very specific mood for kitchen sex, and he was not in that mood today; in fact, he was very rarely in that mood.
They'd only had kitchen sex a couple of times. While it was undeniably extremely hot to be fucked hard by the love of his life into the kitchen counter, the last time they'd done it, it had gotten a bit messy. To be completely honest, Shane still couldn't look at that spot of the kitchen island the same anymore. It didn't matter how much time had passed, how much he enjoyed it, or how many times they cleaned and disinfected the counter. The brown-eyed man could still see his bare ass and Ilya's and his cum whenever he looked at that spot.
With that thought in mind, Shane was finally able to pull himself from the depths of his desire to speak, "Mmm, come on, Ilya, upstairs."
"Aww, no kitchen sex?" Ilya pouted as he kissed down Shane's neck.
The raven-haired man couldn't help but expose his neck to his husband as he sighed, "Kitchen sex wasn't part of the deal."
The man huffed, "Mr. No Fun."
Shane rolled his eyes and responded breathily because Ilya was still kissing his neck, "So, now— ah, I'm no fun because I won't let you fuck me in the kitchen?"
Ilya dragged his nose up his neck and kissed his jaw as he teased, "Hmm, yes, very boring Canadian of you."
"Asshole," he called the curly-haired man softly, "Be careful what you call me, I might take back my offer."
"No, Shane, I want to shower with you," Ilya whined, giving him big blue puppy-dog eyes.
"You gonna be nice to me then?" Shane asked with a teasing smile, taking Ilya's face in his hands.
"Mhm, very nice, Gonna make you feel so good." He purred.
With that, Shane pulled Ilya in again, kissing him deeply, once again getting lost in the moment before pulling away. "Mmkay, come on then, shower." he paused, "You can give me a handjob while I wash your hair."
He nodded, seeming to like the idea… Well, Shane knew that Ilya liked the idea, seeing as the man would practically melt whenever he ran his fingers through his curls.
They got distracted a couple of times as they made their way upstairs, taking turns pinning each other against the walls and getting lost in kisses. Eventually, they made it to the bathroom, both undressing before Shane turned on the water. And as they waited what felt like forever for the water to warm, Ilya stepped up behind him, in all his naked glory, and pressed a line of kisses up the back of his neck.
Ilya pressed every inch of his bare skin against Shane's, his husband whispering hotly into his neck, "Can you feel how much I want you, Hollander?"
Shane could melt into a puddle right here. They used their first names when referring to each other most of the time, but every time Ilya used his last name during sex, it set his blood on fire. God, and the feeling of the curly-haired man's dick against his ass right now was almost more than he could handle. Shane wanted it, even though he knew they couldn't right now; he knew Ilya wanted it, too. Feeling and knowing how much his husband wanted him always felt good. They were still crazy about each other after all these years, and Shane really hoped that would never ever change.
He hadn't even realized that he'd forgotten to answer Ilya's question until the man rolled his hips against his ass and mumbled something in Russian that he couldn't quite catch over the sound of his own moan.
"Fuck… yes, Ilya, I can feel how much you want me." Shane said in a breathy sigh, giving himself a second to get his bearings together before continuing, "Come on, let's get in the shower."
As soon as they stepped into the shower, Shane found himself pressed against the shower wall and promptly being attacked with more kisses. Hands were running over slick skin in all the best ways, tongues sliding against one another as they kissed. Then Ilya wrapped his hand around his dick, Shane moaned, and in that moment decided that he was very happy that he had suggested having some fun in the shower earlier.
"Gonna wash my hair for me while I touch your pretty cock, sweetheart?" Ilya questioned in a rough tone.
Arousal sparked through Shane's veins like fire at the use of the pet name; he loved the way his accent curled around each syllable. They didn't use pet names often, but when Ilya called him sweetheart in that tone… "Fuck, Ilya, yeah, " he breathed, "Tilt your head back, mmm, get your hair wet for me."
Ilya didn't say anything; he just smirked, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back under the spray of the shower. Shane enjoyed the sight thoroughly. All of the curly-haired man's beautiful neck was exposed, and all he wanted to do was lean in and lick the streams of water cascading down his skin. In that moment, Shane absolutely needed his lips on the smooth skin of his husband's neck, so he gave in to the temptation and licked a stripe up the side of Ilya's neck.
He stopped at the spot behind Ilya's ear that always drove the man crazy and left a hickey as he blindly reached for the shampoo and pumped some into his hand. He pulled Ilya out from under the water and kissed across his jaw to his lips. Shane massaged the shampoo into his husband's hair as they continued kissing deeply, and Ilya hummed into his lips as he began stroking Shane's cock.
In theory, this had seemed like a great idea to Shane. In reality, it was about as hot as he'd imagined it would be, but certainly wasn't practical. Predictably, he was very distracted by the way Ilya was stroking him and kept forgetting that he was supposed to be washing the man's hair. Soon, though, he pulled away and guided Ilya's head back under the water, helping him to rinse the suds from his curls.
As Ilya tilted his head forward again, he adjusted his grip and rubbed gentle circles around the head of Shane's cock. He moaned, "Mmm, fuck… Jesus, that's so good."
The other man dipped down again to kiss him hungerily. Shane obviously reciprocated, because how could he not? After a moment, Ilya murmured into his lips, "Not Jesus, just Ilya."
The raven-haired man rolled his eyes as he let out another breathy noise that landed somewhere between a laugh and a moan and said, "Shut the fuck up, ah- asshole."
Ilya chuckled into their next kiss, and they made out for another few minutes before switching spots so Shane's back was facing the water. He lightly wrapped his hand around his husband's cock as the man pressed his fingers gently into his hair and guided his head into the spray of the shower. Shane closed his eyes and focused only on the feeling of Ilya's strong fingers in his hair and the slow movements of his own hand around Ilya's cock.
Even with his eyes closed, the feeling of lips on his neck didn't surprise Shane in the slightest; he knew that if he couldn't resist, Ilya wouldn't be able to either. The kisses only moved higher and higher until their lips met once again in another perfect, searing kiss.
Shane didn't really want to pull away from the kiss, but he did, and as he pulled away, he quickened the pace slightly. Ilya paused, fingers no longer massaging his scalp and instead just flexing in his now-wet hair. He focused on the curly-haired man's face for a moment. His head was thrown back, and his lips parted.
He was enjoying himself, and Shane couldn't help but tease in a sultry tone. "Looks like someone is a bit distracted."
Ilya groaned beautifully at the comment, and the sound was like music to Shane's ears. He loved having this kind of power over the other man's pleasure; Shane liked giving it all up to Ilya, letting the man be in control, letting the man take him apart and put him back together again. But sometimes, like right now, with his husband in front of him, at his mercy, making these beautiful breathy sounds, Shane felt like he had the power to do the same. He wanted to make Ilya feel so good that it felt as if his whole world were crumbling and coming together at the same time.
Shane was pretty sure that the shower would run cold before they were done here, but he couldn't care less. He let his eyes drag down Ilya's body, admiring every dip and curve, and rivulets of water streaming down his skin. His eyes finally landed on his own hand, smoothly stroking his husband's cock, and he decided to be spontaneous for once and not stick to his plan.
So Shane let go of Ilya's dick, only letting a tiny smirk appear on his lips at the frustrated, whine-adjacent noise that tumbled from his parted lips, "Why did you—"
Ilya cut himself off as Shane answered wordlessly. He carefully lowered himself to his knees and took his husband's dick into his mouth. The blue-eyed man moaned, "Fuuuuck yes," cupping his cheek as he breathed, "Th-that was not part of your plan."
He only hummed around Ilya's cock in response.
Shane watched as Ilya got his bearings together, finally reaching down to the shampoo bottle to pump some into his hand. He watched as the blue-eyed man rubbed the substance between his palms and threaded his fingers into his hair again. Shane hummed in satisfaction, not moving his head until Ilya had fully begun to massage the shampoo into his scalp. He moaned at the feeling as he started bobbing his head and twisting his head around the shaft in just the way that he knew Ilya loved.
The raven-haired man fought a smile as he traced a vein on the underside of Ilya's cock and looked up at the man through his lashes. He watched Ilya's face as he moaned and leaned his head back against the wall, watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he breathed, "Fuck, Hollander… Oh, Shane, so good for me."
Shane particularly liked the way that Ilya would get so lost in the sensation of having his cock sucked that he'd forget that he was supposed to be washing his hair. He liked how Ilya's hands would stop moving for a second, then his fingers would flex and lightly tug his hair. He could tell the man above him was getting close, that his composure was slipping through his fingers like Shane's wet, soapy hair. When Ilya's grip on his hair tightened, he moaned around the man's dick once more, tonguing at the slit before he was roughly hauled up and into a bruising kiss.
After a minute, they pulled away from each other breathless, and Shane smirked as he teasingly remarked, "Thought you might like a little surprise, for waiting so long… Want me to finish the job?"
Ilya pulled him in for another kiss, "I liked, I liked a lot… hmmm wanna cum with you, wanna see you." he paused for yet another kiss before saying, "Now rinse."
Shane tilted his head back under the water once again, letting it run through his hair. He kept his arms draped over Ilya's shoulders, wrapped around his neck as the other man dragged his fingers through his hair again. This felt good, really good, the gentle touch making him relax into the familiar warmth that was fizzling through his veins.
Finally, once his hair was thoroughly rinsed, and the water running through it was completely clear, Shane felt himself being pulled closer to Ilya. His husband kissed him as if he needed it to survive, then whispered, "Touch me."
Obviously, Shane wouldn't deny him, not when Ilya reached down to touch him too. They simultaneously moaned in relief as their hands made contact with each other's cocks. It didn't take very long for either man to bring the other to the brink, pleasuring each other perfectly in sync until they fell over the precipice of pleasure together.
They moaned into each other's mouths, then kissed, and a comfortable silence fell between them as they caught their breath.
"Fuck," Ilya sighed, accent heavy as he dragged out the 'u' and let his head fall back against the shower wall again.
"Worth the wait?" Shane asked softly as he placed a gentle kiss on the curly-haired man's jaw and another on his lips.
He could feel Ilya smile into the kiss he answered, "Da, yes. Very worth it." Then he asked, "Good for you?"
"Mhm, very good for me," the brown-eyed man hummed into his husband's lips as they shared another soft kiss.
Soon enough, Shane and Ilya actually got to cleaning themselves. They made quick work of it, finishing up the business end of their shower just as the water began to run cold. The men took their time drying off and getting dressed, still orgasm hazy and soft, and kissing every minute because not doing so felt wrong. Shane could tell that Ilya wanted nothing more than to pull him back into their bed and hold him. He was about to give in when his phone chimed; the Ring doorbell app notified him that someone was at the front door.
Both men knew what that sound meant: "Who's at the door?" Ilya asked as he began pecking at his neck.
"Hmm, no one, just a delivery. The stuff I ordered for the kitten." Shane answered.
"Oh, that came fast," Ilya said, a teasing smirk creeping its way onto the man's lips.
Shane fixed Ilya with a glare; he knew exactly what dirty remark his husband was going to make based on the smirk alone. "Ilya," he warned, "Don't you dare—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ilya continued, "But not as fast as you."
His beautiful blue eyes were shining with amusement as Shane rolled his own and huffed, "I didn't cum that fast today, you asshole. And now you've ruined the moment, so I'm going downstairs to take care of the kitten."
With that, Shane stepped away from Ilya, causing the man to frown at him. However, before he could turn to leave the room, Ilya grabbed his wrist, "Noooo, Shane, don't leave me," he whined, "I wanna cuddle."
"Nope, no cuddles for you. You're gonna have to wait until I'm done setting everything up for the kitten."
"You make me wait again because I made joke?"
"Because you made a bad joke."
"Is good joke, very funny, and true," Ilya said, crossing his arms.
Shane shook his head, "Only digging the hole deeper, Rozanov. You know, you won't have to wait as long if you come help me, though."
"Hmm, maybe." Ilya hummed, shrugging.
"Well," Shane said before stepping towards his husband again and kissing him on the cheek, "I'm going downstairs now. If you decide that you want to help, let me know."
Ilya nodded, and with that, Shane turned and walked out of the room.
He went downstairs and straight to the front door to bring in the large box of things that he'd ordered from the pet store. He set the box down next to the bathroom door before opening it slowly in hopes that the small animal wouldn't dart out of the room. Shane was lucky when he opened the door; he wouldn't have to worry about the kitten bolting out of the room because she was asleep and curled up in a little ball on the plush bathmat in front of the tub. She didn't even wake up until he'd already closed the door behind him.
He put the box down carefully and smiled at the kitten as he squatted down, "Hey, little one, did you have a good nap?"
The kitten yawned and made a cute little noise as she stretched, and Shane's heart melted a little bit when she immediately walked over to him and rubbed up against his leg. He reached a hand down to let her sniff him again, and she immediately headbutted his palm, asking to be pet. The man sat fully on the floor for a few minutes, letting the kitten climb into his lap as he petted her gently.
Eventually, Shane looked at his watch and, realizing how much time had passed, decided that he should get going on what he'd originally set out to do. Much to the kitten's dismay, he removed her from his lap and stood up.
"I know, I'm sorry, sweetheart," Shane apologized, chuckling when he was met with a cute little noise that suggested she was disappointed with his decision.
"What do you say we get some of this stuff set up for you, hmm?" He asked as he struggled with the tape on the box. He wished he'd brought a pair of scissors with him.
The kitten just cocked her head to the side and watched as he finally got the box open, revealing all the stuff that he'd bought. Admittedly, Shane felt like he'd gone a bit overboard. The man had, of course, bought all the basic necessities that one needed for a cat: food, a food bowl, litter, a litter box, toys, and a cat bed. However, he'd also gotten some things that weren't exactly what would be considered necessary.
An example of this was the water fountain. Did he need to buy a water fountain for the cat? No, no, he didn't. Shane could have been sensible and just bought the cute water bowl that matched the food one, but the water fountain caught his eye and was a good price, so he added it to the cart. There were also the cat trees, yes, trees, plural. The man certainly hadn't needed to buy two. He had only planned to buy the tall one for the living room, but then he came across a short one that would fit in the bathroom. It was on sale and included a scratching post, so it was added to the cart.
After making sure everything he ordered was in the box, he began setting everything up. Shane started by setting up the litter box. He put it in the bathtub, hoping it would contain any mess the litter might make. He then put the food bowl and water fountain on a silicone mat near the sink and pulled out the cat food. The man wasn't sure when the kitten last ate, but as soon as he poured food into the bowl, she ran over and began eating.
Shane had bought wet food for the kitten as well, but didn't have anything in the bathroom to scoop it into the bowl with. The kitten seemed to be content with the dry food for now anyway, so he didn't worry too much about it as he began his next task. Just as he was about to pull the box that contained the smaller cat tree out of the big box, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
There was only one person it could be. Shane carefully picked up the kitten and then called out, "You can come in, Ilya."
Ilya opened the door slowly and peeked his head in before slipping the rest of the way in and closing the door behind him. He looked around at all the stuff and whistled, "Wow, got a lot of stuff."
"Yeah," Shane agreed, looking up at his husband, "I think I went a little bit overboard."
The curly-haired man smirked and picked up a little cat toy from the box that looked like a loon, "Only a little bit, hmm?"
He huffed at the comment and put the kitten back on the ground, "Shut up… were you planning on helping me then?"
Ilya stepped over the large box and around Shane to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, then shrugged. "Maybe."
"Oh, so you came in here just to sit, look pretty, and watch me do all the work." Shane teased.
"It takes a lot of work to look this good, Hollander," Ilya responded as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and batted his eyelashes.
"Okay, so you're not gonna help at all?"
"Hmm… Nope."
"You just wanted to hang out with me, didn't you?" The brown-eyed man questioned playfully, "Just can't get enough of me, huh?"
His husband's tone softened as he answered earnestly, "Can never have enough of you, Shane."
Shane's heart melted at Ilya's soft words. The man had this superpower, he swore, sometimes at the most random moments, he'd just say the sweetest things. Sometimes he said these things in a playful, teasing manner, but right now Shane knew those words were completely genuine. Ilya tried to hide it sometimes, but he had his tells. The most obvious one, the one Shane loved most, was the way his husband's smile would soften into the one he knew was meant only for him.
Whenever Ilya smiled at him like that, Shane wanted to kiss him. So he did, Shane got up on his knees and shuffled over to Ilya, kissing him softly on his perfect lips. The kiss was short; neither of them deepened it, but that didn't mean there was any less love in it than the more passionate ones. When their lips parted, their eyes met, and Ilya's eyes were sparkling with love. It was always in little moments like these that Shane found it hard to believe that neither of them slipped when they were still hiding their relationship.
"I love you, Ilya," Shane whispered, lips brushing the other man's skin as he kissed his cheek.
Ilya smiled again and responded quietly, "I love you too, Shane." He paused before offering, "I can help if you need me to."
Shane looked around the small room as he backed away and sat back down. It was a mess in here, but the only thing that was left to do now was to build the small cat tree, and that wasn't really a two-person job. Although building the cat tree could be difficult with a kitten trying to crawl into his lap, as she was doing now… Maybe he could have Ilya help him distract the kitten with one of the toys.
Shane was about to say as much when Ilya asked, "Shane, why is she staring at me like that?"
The raven-haired man looked down to see the kitten staring intently up at his husband with the same wide, curious eyes that he'd been given earlier. Shane looked back up at Ilya with a smile, "I think she's just curious about you."
"Oh," Ilya cocked his head to the side, sort of mimicking the kitten in a silent question of what exactly he was supposed to do next.
"Just put your hand out, palm up, and let her smell you," Shane told his husband.
Ilya did as he was told, slowly extending his hand towards the small animal. She got out of Shane's lap, walked over to the curly-haired man, and sniffed his hand, barely hesitating before rubbing her face against his fingers. Shane watched happily as Ilya's smile grew and his blue eyes brightened.
"She likes me," he said quietly as he began to pet the kitten gently.
"I knew she would," Shane teased, "I knew you'd like her too. You know, for all the asshole, tough guy bravado you put on, you're really just a big old softie."
The kitten began to purr as Ilya scratched behind her ear, and he said, "Whaaat me, soft, no."
Shane laughed, "You practically melt in the face of cute animals. I've seen you at animal shelters. I don't think I've ever met an animal that didn't like you; it's adorable and endearing."
"Ah, no, I am not the adorable one, you are." Ilya disagreed as he looked up at him.
The brown-eyed man raised an eyebrow as he opened the box containing the cat tree and looked up at the man in front of him, "Oh, really, you think so?"
The curly-haired man nodded, "Mhm, not just me. It's the freckles, everyone thinks they're cute."
Shane blushed, the same way he always did whenever Ilya mentioned his freckles, "Everyone?"
"Everyone," Ilya repeated confidently as he pulled his hand away from the kitten and sat up straighter so he could stretch his back.
The kitten gave Ilya a nasty side eye, as if she was personally offended that the man had stopped petting her. Shane smiled at the cute little angry face she made. When Ilya saw the face she was making, he looked at her like the face was familiar, then his lips split into a wide smile as he laughed.
"What's so funny over there, Ilya?"
"Nothing, Nothing… It's just—" He cut himself off with another chuckle.
Shane sighed, "Oh, come on, Rozanov, tell me or I'll take the kitten."
It was an empty threat, of course, seeing as he was supposed to be building the cat tree, yet Ilya still picked up the kitten gently so she was out of Shane's reach. "Nope, she's mine now. She likes me more," he said as she started purring loudly.
The raven-haired man rolled his eyes and shook his head, "So you gonna tell me what you were laughing about?"
"Fine, fine… You remember when we hooked up at All-Stars weekend in…" Ilya paused for a second, thinking before he remembered which All-Stars weekend he wanted to refer to, "in 2011, yes?"
Shane wasn't sure what 2011 All-Star weekend had to do with what made Ilya laugh, but he nodded, "Yeah, what does that have to do with this?"
Ilya stifled another chuckle as he began to explain, "Do you remember how mad you were when I opened the door?"
That was a silly question, he nodded. Of course, he remembered, although he was more than just angry…
Shane stayed quiet as Ilya continued, "Well, the face the kitten made was like yours that night when I let you in the room."
It was Shane's turn to give his husband a side eye as the man snickered again, "So, you're saying that I look like an angry kitten when I'm angry."
"Hm, not always, but that time, yes." He paused, then smirked, "But you are always adorable."
Shane felt his face heat further. He stayed silent and pursed his lips as he finally brought his eyes down to the instructions for the cat tree. The brown-eyed man wasn't mad or anything, just a little bit embarrassed that apparently more people than just his husband found him (and his freckles) adorable. That idea also made him feel… he didn't know, uncomfortable. He supposed it wasn't that big of a deal, though, and tried not to think about it too hard.
Without anywhere else for his mind to wander, Shane finally put his focus into actually building the cat tree. It took less than 10 minutes to build, and he decided to place it next to the toilet, with the cat bed on the floor beside it.
"You're gonna put it there," Ilya commented, the kitten now sleeping comfortably in his lap.
Shane looked up at the man, "Did you have any suggestions?" His husband looked around the bathroom and shrugged, but stayed quiet, "Mmm, that's what I thought."
"Shh, she's sleeping, Shane," Ilya said in a hushed tone.
The brown-eyed man chuckled under his breath, then whispered, "Mind staying in here with her while I take this all out of the room?"
Ilya nodded wordlessly as he continued to gently stroke the kitten's soft fur.
Shane got to work; he was as quiet as possible as he broke down the smaller boxes and threw them into the big one. He pulled everything out of the bathroom and closed the door behind himself before remembering that all the toys, the collapsible basket, and the two boxes that contained the other cat tree were still in the big box. He moved everything, setting the boxes against the wall before opening all the cat toys and throwing them into the basket. He then set the cat toy basket next to Anya's toy basket.
After that was all finished, Shane did his best to break down the boxes enough to get them into the recycling bin. Admittedly, it was a bit frustrating, so he left it for later; he'd get back to it. For now, he walked back to the living room. Now that his hands were free, he petted Anya, who was still lounging in her bed, and grabbed a few toys to bring into the bathroom so they could play with the kitten.
Shane knocked on the door and evidently did not hear Ilya's warning to wait, because as soon as he opened the bathroom door, the kitten bolted.