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Shane’s lips were curled up into a gentle smile, his eyes cast downwards to where he was currently rinsing out the prosecco glass he’d been drinking from for the last hour or so.
It was his mother who’d passed it to him, right after embracing Shane in a hug so tight it would’ve knocked the air out of his lungs if there’d been any left after the wedding dance he’d shared with Ilya.
Shane still couldn’t believe Ilya was, as of today, officially his husband. It still hadn’t fully sunk in that after over a decade of keeping their relationship a secret, they’d gotten married today: Out in the open, in front of dozens of friends and family members.
The thought of Ilya loving him made him dizzy. So much so that he’d decided he didn’t need the extra alcohol buzz after finishing his first glass of prosecco. He wanted to enjoy this day to its fullest, and that included not crossing the line between tipsy and drunk. Besides, he enjoyed his usual ginger ale much more, anyways.
Once he’d finished with his glass, he’d headed straight to the kitchen to rinse it. The thought of leaving the used glass standing somewhere when he could rinse it out and put it back its assigned place in the cupboard straight away sat ill with him.
Shane moved to dry off the glass and put it away next to a couple of red wine glasses that were mostly used by Ilya and an Ottawa Centaurs mug he’d recently added to his cup collection. Ilya had gifted the mug to him, laughing at Shane’s slightly disapproving expression when handed the gift – Shane still thought the mascot was strange, and he didn’t see why anyone would need merch featuring it.
Once order had been restored, Shane took a deep breath and moved to the hallway mirror to straighten his blazer and tie. It still felt weird to no longer need to hide what Ilya meant to him, and he felt a slight wave of anxiety at the thought of returning to the garden. There were so many people out there. Protecting his and Ilya’s secret had become so second nature to Shane, he guessed it’d take a while to unlearn the carefully practiced sneaking around.
Rolling back his shoulders and lifting his chin, Shane turned towards the double doors leading out onto the grass. He caught a glimpse of Anya running around outside, muzzle opened into what looked like a smile as she carried around that stupid banana toy. Hayden’s kids were running after her, laughing loudly.
Despite his nerves, Shane was so fucking proud to call Ilya his husband – he actually couldn’t believe his luck. Couldn’t believe he’d found a person so unapologetically supportive and fiercely loving to share his life with.
Shane had only taken two steps towards the doors when he felt a big palm press over the lower half of his face, covering his mouth and silencing the quiet whimper that had escaped him at the feeling of a warm, strong body suddenly pressed to his back.
After a moment of being frozen in confused surprise, Shane tried to twist his body around to see who had grabbed him. His breath quickened, panic starting to make his heart race.
“Shh, it’s me. Relax,” a low voice sounded in his ear.
Shane felt a warm cheek press against the side of his face, the words followed by a quick, hard kiss to his temple.
Immediately recognising Ilya’s voice, Shane relaxed in his hold.
After pressing a second, slightly more lingering kiss to Shane’s temple, as if in praise for his immediate obedience, Ilya started guiding Shane back towards the kitchen. Ilya kept his hand pressed to Shane’s mouth, walking them backwards until they reached the door to a guest bathroom.
Shane swallowed. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. Even if he’d had no idea, the hard press of Ilya’s rapidly growing erection against Shane’s lower back made his husband’s intentions abundantly clear.
Inside the bathroom, Ilya closed and locked the door, switching on the ceiling light and immediately dimming it down to a soft glow.
Pressing into Shane’s back, Ilya removed his hand from his mouth. He trailed his fingers down Shane’s shoulders and arms before gently circling his wrists.
“What are you-“ Shane’s words were interrupted by his moan when Ilya pressed a wet kiss to his neck, slightly tightening his hold on Shane’s wrists.
Fuck. Shane felt trapped, but in the most delicious way possible. He always, always felt safe with Ilya and couldn’t help the excitement flooding his veins at the thought of what Ilya might have planned for him.
“Bend over,” Ilya murmured in a gentle, yet commanding voice.
Shane immediately moved down to bend over the sink, helped by the gentle press of Ilya’s warm palm against his back.
“Being so good for me. Do I still get to call you Hollander, now that we’re married?” Shane gasped at Ilya’s words. “I’m really attached to the name, you know. Especially when you’re being such an obedient little slut for it.”
Ilya’s words broke through the haze in Shane’s mind. He suddenly felt very aware of where they were – and of who was potentially right outside the bathroom door.
“What the fuck, Ilya? What are you doing? Our friends are literally right outside! Fuck, my mum might be on the other side of that door!”
Shane felt mortified thinking that someone might’ve seen them enter the bathroom together – or worse, might hear what was clearly about to happen between them, at least if Ilya got his way.
When Ilya pulled back Shane’s arms to gather both wrists in one hand and moved the other hand around to firmly grab the bulge in Shane’s pants though, Shane couldn’t deny that this was also really fucking hot. He felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment and reluctant arousal.
“Shut up, Shane. Or did you prefer it when I shut you up with my hand?”
Ilya slid his palm up to Shane’s chest before gently collaring his throat. He pressed another kiss to the side of his neck.
“You are thinking too much today. I saw how nervous you were, earlier. When we were making our vows. You need to relax, Hollander.”
Shane moaned, leaning into Ilya’s touch.
“And I need to fuck you. So be a good husband and let me,” Ilya whispered against his ear.
Somewhere in between entering the bathroom and hearing Ilya’s words, Shane’s dick had begun leaking precum, wetting his trousers.
Giving Shane’s wrists a last gentle squeeze, Ilya released them. He moved his arms around to Shane’s front and began undoing his pants, sliding them down to Shane’s ankles alongside his underwear.
Pressing Shane’s upper body down again, Ilya paused to press a gentle kiss against the space in between his shoulder blades.
“Do you trust me to do this with you?” he whispered in Shane’s ear.
Ilya smiled when he felt Shane nod immediately, fervently. Shane clearly needed this just as badly as Ilya did.
Keeping his body bent over Shane’s back, Ilya reached a hand down between Shane’s cheeks, gently sliding his fingers against the hole. He pressed a digit against Shane’s entrance. Shane responded with a moan that was just loud enough to momentarily worry Ilya about someone actually noticing what they were up to in this bathroom.
He wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of anyone listening in, but he ultimately didn’t care all that much. He’d certainly been in more compromising situations. Shane, however, would be mortified, Ilya knew. It was why Ilya had made sure earlier that no one had seen them enter the bathroom together.
“You need to be quiet, Shane. Can you do that for me?”
Ilya kept gently rubbing against Shane’s hole, pressing onto the opening so he was just short of breaching it.
“I – fuck! I’ll try,” Shane gasped. His pants echoed in the bathroom.
Ilya pressed another kiss to Shane’s back and retrieved a packet of lube from his pocket. He smirked to himself; happy he’d had the foresight to be prepared for this. He’d had a feeling that Shane might need some help relaxing.
Ilya quickly slicked up his fingers and returned them to Shane’s ass, immediately slipping two fingers inside.
Shane gasped. He still felt relaxed from when Ilya had fucked him that morning, but his head spun from how quickly Ilya was stretching him.
Ilya started a steady rhythm, quickly adding a third finger.
Shane’s back arched up. They usually took more time for this part, but Ilya was conscious that their absence from the wedding reception might be noticed sooner rather than later.
“Are you okay?” Ilya whispered. Judging from how Shane was rocking his hips, Ilya was pretty sure he was thoroughly enjoying this, but they were moving much quicker than usual.
“Fuck. Yes, I – I love how you make me take it.”
Ilya’s dick gave a twitch at Shane’s words, his erection now pressing painfully against the confines of his pants.
He suddenly couldn’t wait another second to be inside his boyfriend. No, that wasn’t right – inside his husband. The thought that he was now actually married to this man momentarily took Ilya’s breath away.
He made quick work of his pants and hurriedly spread lube along the length of his erection before proceeding to press the head of his cock against Shane’s hole.
With a firm push, he slid inside.
Shane’s head rose up at the sensation of being stretched like this, his eyes closed in pleasure.
He felt Ilya palm the back of his head, gently pushing him back down while setting a fast pace with his hips. Shane’s cheek was pressed against the stone of the counter, the cold surface feeling good against his heated skin.
Shane bit his lip, desperately trying to hold back a moan as Ilya angled his hips and started hitting his prostate with every stroke.
“Harder, please. Fuck me harder,” Shane whimpered. He desperately craved to feel this moment for the rest of the day, a lingering reminder of their connection.
Shane felt Ilya shift slightly behind him. Briefly withdrawing from him, he took off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He quickly re-entered Shane before lifting one foot up and setting it on the counter.
Ilya was hitting Shane at a quick pace now, his panting breaths filling the space. Fuck. How could this feel so good? Even after all these years, Ilya was not sued to what it felt like to be inside Shane. He strongly suspected he’d never get used to it.
“I’m going to come, Rozanov, fuck, I can’t hold back-“ Shane’s words ended in a moan that he tried – and failed – to stifle.
He came hard all over the counter, feeling some of his cum shooting all the way up to his chin.
As Shane lay in dazed silence, Ilya continued moaning behind him, their skin clapping together loudly.
Shane reached his hands behind him to grab his cheeks, spreading himself wider for Ilya. At the movement, Ilya’s gaze fell on the wedding band sitting on Shane’s finger.
It was this sight that did it. Pressing himself into Shane as deeply as he could go, Ilya threw his head back. All thoughts about guests hearing them left his mind when he moaned up to the ceiling, spilling inside this man he loved so deeply.
He stayed inside Shane for a few more moments before gently withdrawing. Ilya reached around Shane for a hand towel and wet it above the sink. He tenderly wiped Shane’s hole before lifting up his husband’s body with a gentle hand on his shoulder and cleaning his chest.
Ilya felt his eyebrows raise when he saw that Shane’s cum had shot up to his chin.
“A bit eager, weren’t you?” He met Shane’s eyes in the mirror.
“Shut up,” Shane grumbled, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips.
When he was done cleaning Shane, Ilya slid his pants back on before fixing the rest of his own clothing.
Shane tried to push past him after a quick check in the mirror, but Ilya stopped him with a gentle hand on his cheek. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Shane’s mouth, pouring all of his feelings into the touch.
“I love you so fucking much, you know,” he murmured against Shane’s lips.
Shane’s mouth twitched in response. “Yeah, I kind of guessed that from you marrying me today.”
In response, Ilya winked at him before grabbing his hand. He opened the door and stepped outside, pulling Shane alongside him – only to be greeted by Hayden, who looked at their rumpled states with a raised eyebrow.
“Fully embracing married life by taking joint bathroom breaks now, huh?” Hayden asked.
“Uhm…,” Shane started to reply, but Hayden raised his hand up to stop him.
“I don’t even want to know, buddy.”
At Hayden’s words, Ilya felt his lips twitch. He looked down at Shane, who met his gaze and burst out laughing. After a brief moment, Hayden joined in.
“I honestly don’t know what to do with you guys anymore,” Hayden said. Shaking his head, he turned around to head back out into the garden.
“Didn’t you need to use the bathroom?” Ilya called after him.
Hayden flipped him off over his shoulder in response, not bothering to look back.
Shane was still chuckling beside him but got more serious when Ilya met his gaze. He released Shane’s hand and slid his palm to the back of Shane’s neck.
“Better?” Ilya asked gently.
“Better,” Shane confirmed, eyes sparkling.
They joined the party again hand-in-hand, surrounded by laughter and so, so much laugh, it made Ilya’s heart soar.