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“Get naked,” Ilya says, with him, Shane, and Hayden standing before the bed.
Hayden is obviously doing the most to keep his face impassive and expressionless, but Shane can see a little hesitation in his friend.
“Hayd, you don’t have to do this,” Shane says.
“I want to,” Hayden confirms with a swallow as he begins to strip down like he’s in the locker room, casually. He gestures with his hands at his side when he’s done. Shane and Ilya remove their shirts.
Ilya nods to signal Hayden toward the bed, and he sits, propping his back on the pillows, unembarrassed by his soft cock. It felt like a brave front against Rozanov.
He pulls Shane toward him and starts to kiss him. Hand on the back of his neck, he full-on makes out with him, making sure the angle is such that Hayden can’t miss his tongue plunging into Shane’s mouth.
Hayden’s eyes dart away at first, but he forces himself to watch, making sure his eyes don’t back down from Rozanov’s. This is unbelievable, and his heart is pounding out of his chest, but he needs to play it cool.
Ilya turns Shane’s back to Hayden and swiftly pulls his ass out of his sweats, squeezing his cheeks and showing off his husband.
Shane gasps and looks back, meeting Hayden’s gaze. They’d seen each other naked a million times, but this was different. He ducks behind Ilya’s frame and takes a steadying breath.
“Good?” Ilya whispers to him quietly.
Shane nods. “Good.”
His embarrassment is short-lived when Ilya starts kissing down his neck. Shane moans a bit, and they press their crotches together.
Ilya can see Hayden gently rubbing his growing bulge out of the corner of his eye.
“Not as small as I thought,” Ilya says, knowing Hayden wouldn’t dare say fuck you as he usually would.
“I’m not even hard yet!” Hayden exclaims. Damn. Emotions Hayden didn’t want to display in front of Rozanov. “What about you, anyway?”
“Lube,” Ilya orders while pointing to the bottle on the nightstand. Hayden lifts and tosses it to him. Ilya lowers both his and Shane’s waistbands to expose their cocks. Hayden shifts where he sits at the sight.
Ilya liberally pours lube over both of them before grabbing the pair of their cocks in one hand and frotting them together, letting their shafts slide and push against each other. Shane moans, and they lose themselves in each other for a moment. Foreheads pressed together as Ilya stroked them. His free hand on Shane’s waist.
When Ilya looks back, Hayden is fully hard and looking just as abashed as he had hoped. He shifts in the bed. Shane peeks but mostly keeps his head down.
“Are you ready?” Ilya asks.
Hayden nods. “Yes.”
Ilya fully removes his pants and signals Shane to do the same.
Hayden runs a hand through his hair, staggered by the sight of their naked bodies and unsure where to look.
“Sit up then,” Ilya directs Hayden to lift his back off the bed, and Ilya half jumps to wedge himself between Hayden's backside and the pillows.
Hayden grunts and feels Ilya’s hard cock pressed against the small of his back, making a point to grind into him a little.
Hayden rolls his eyes. It’s a strange sensation having any cock, much less Rozanov’s, pushed against him.
“Come here,” he says to Shane, and he shyly sits on the edge of the bed, still averting eye contact.
“Hollander, he’s not that big, you couldn’t possibly reach his dick from here.”
They both roll their eyes, and Shane scooches up on the bed between Hayden’s legs.
Ilya notices Hayden’s cock softening a bit, maybe nerves. And Shane is too timid to do anything about it either.
“Can I?” Ilya asks, with a hand on Hayden’s thigh.
Hayden nods shakily. He can't tell what’s more embarrassing: Getting soft in front of Rozanov or getting hard again in front of him by his own hand.
Ilya spills lube and grips Hayden’s dick hard enough to elicit a reaction. Hayden wails and pulls Ilya’s hand off.
Ilya holds his arms out and away from Hayden’s body, leaving him room to do what he needed, be it chicken out, stand up, or make his exit. He knows he was the offender here, so he looks at Shane, cuing him to check in.
“You ok?” Shane asks, an uncertain hand on Hayden’s leg.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hayden says. “It’s just_.”
Shane interrupts him. “We can stop if_.”
“No, no, it’s just,” Hayden pauses to think. “Wait, do you want to stop?”
“No,” Shane replies straight away.
“Shane, could you?” Hayden inadvertently looks down at his lap. “...instead?”
Understandably, he’s freaked out by Ilya’s hands around his cock and trusts Shane more. That was the original plan anyway.
Shane nods and takes hold of Hayden in a way that doesn’t make him jump. Hayden closes his eyes.
Ilya grazes his fingertips up and down Hayden’s sides and stomach as Shane lightly strokes him.
“Is this ok?” Ilya asks.
Hayden manages to utter, “Yes.” His hands are gripping Ilya’s shins, and he’s sitting up and off Ilya’s chest, keeping space between their bodies. Ilya stalls Shane and speaks to Hayden.
“You can tell me to stop, us to stop,” Ilya says. “We are friends. Before and after. This is fun for me, but_.”
“Yeah, I fucking bet.”
“But we don’t have to_” Ilya continues.
“I don’t want to stop,” Hayden grits out, thrusting back into Shane’s fist, panting and chasing his touch. Ilya smiles when he sees his need.
“Then, relax,” he says, releasing Hayden’s fingertips from his legs and encouraging him to lie back.
Hayden reclines into Ilya’s chest and rests his arms on his legs before Ilya continues. “Shane will suck you, you will forget all your worries, always works for me.”
Shane stifles a giggle and leans down on his stomach, bringing his mouth closer to Hayden. He plants a little kiss on Hayden's pink tip, then another and another, letting his tongue slip between his lips, wetting his cock. Hayden’s breath hitches. He moans aloud when Shane takes him fully into his mouth, and he tries to swallow the sound.
Ilya hums in approval. He thought about talking more, but allowed the two of them to sink into it as he watched Shane work his magic.
Ilya continues light touches around Hayden’s sides, gripping his pecks, and exploring his body. He’s not nearly as big as Shane, much less Ilya, but his body was nice, tight, and currently flushing a pretty shade of pink.
“Watch,” Ilya whispers to Hayden, who has his eyes screwed shut. He opens them and watches his friend skillfully swallow him.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers to himself. Shane sucks a ball into his mouth, and Hayden throws his head back, jerking it back up when it touches Ilya’s shoulder.
Ilya strokes his full hand down the front of Hayden’s neck, pushing him back and showing it’s ok for his head to rest here. Then he clutches the inside of one of his thighs.
Hayden's fingernails find their way to Ilya’s shins again, but it’s different. More needy than nervous. His abdomen starts to tremble.
“Slower, Shane.” Ilya commands.
Hayden cranes his neck to look at Ilya. “What? Not slower, Shane!” Hayden protests.
Shane looks at them with wide eyes before Ilya repeats. “Slower, Shane.”
He speaks to Hayden now.“I can’t believe how eager you are to show me how fast you blow your load,” Ilya teases again.
Hayden elbows Ilya, and he takes it as a sign of being in good spirits.
Shane moves slowly. And somehow the unhurried motion makes it even harder for Hayden to stifle the sounds spilling from him. He squirms each time Shane’s lips shift from being wrapped around his tip to sliding back down.
Shane is cock-drunk, in his own world. He matches the rhythm of his bobbing head with the thrusts he’s making into his own fist. He moans as he dips around Hayden’s cock, the vibrations provoking goosebumps on his skin. Ilya delicately strokes his arms.
Despite riding the edge, Hayden does seem properly at ease now. His head is lolled to the side, exposing his neck. Ilya drags a finger from behind his ear and down his neck, to his collarbone, tracing his impending request.
“Can I kiss you here?” He almost regretted the words as they came out of his mouth. The idea of kissing Hayden’s, well, anything? Yikes. He probably hated the sound of the idea more than Hayden. But his long, flushed neck was tempting him. Can see his bravado crumbling as Shane ruins him. Ilya is the only one in the room who knows Shane has all the power here.
He nods, keeping his neck slumped.
“Yes?” Ilya confirms.
“Yes,” Hayden says.
Ilya’s lips trace the path his finger prepared, starting behind his ear, which elicits a moan right away. Then down, down, down until Ilya can’t reach his lips to his skin anymore.
He starts experimenting with Hayden’s nipples, flicking a thumb over one of them. Hayden shudders, nails digging into Ilya’s shins again. Ilya loves discovering which type of clawing is good and bad, though they all seem good now.
Ilya pulls on both his nipples, then soothes them with gentle rubs. Hayden’s breath hitches every time Ilya squeezes. For a while, they tag-team him slowly like this. Shane leisurely and patiently bobbed on his cock, and Ilya is a strong presence behind Hayden, caressing and encouraging him.
Ilya watches him as Hayden’s whole body starts to shudder. His skin has gone from lightly blushing pink to red and splotchy from his face down to his neck and chest. Sweat drips between the creases of his abs. His breathing comes out in heavy pants; it's plain to see he’s losing control. And not doing much to contain his sounds anymore.
Hayden must feel himself being assessed because his eyes meet Ilya’s. They flutter open and closed, but they don’t dart away. He doesn’t even look scared anymore; he looks like he wants to be beheld by Ilya like this. His pupils are blown, with only a slight familiar blue ring around them. His lips are parted. Ilya wanted to torture him, but damn, he wasn’t expecting Hayden to look so hot when he’s completely gone like this.
Ilya studies Hayden’s face for a moment longer, dragging his index finger along his jawline. His attention centers on Hayden’s mouth.
Ilya isn’t sure what he was looking for here, or what’s drawing him to Hayden’s lips. All he knows is that Hyaden’s mouth looks empty.
He presses his fingers to Hayden’s bottom lip. “Open,” Ilya whispers, and Hayden obeys, nearly gasping as he lowers his jaw.
Ilya purses his lips and moans as he spits into Hayden’s mouth. Surprisingly, Hayden moans, too.
Shane pulls off, removing his hand from his own cock and switching to Hayden’s to gawk at the sight.
Ilya gauges Hayden’s reaction. His mouth opens wider, eyes impossibly more pleading. And when Ilya attempts to move his two fingers away from his mouth, Hayden’s lips chase them.
“Hm, if you want more, you can ask for it,” Ilya taunts.
Hayden doesn’t speak, just whimpers, not letting his gaze leave Ilya’s.
“Ask me,” Ilya repeats.
Hayden blinks and swallows. “More,” he murmurs. And that was a enough of an ask for Ilya. He rewards him with more spit, following it up by shoving the two fingers into Hayden’s mouth. He accepts it, gently sucking on them.
“Fuck,” Shane and Ilya mutter simultaneously. Shane lowers himself back onto Hayden’s cock and continues swallowing him decidedly un-slowly. His pace is hurried, and his mouth occasionally loses contact with Hayden’s cock to moan as he fucks into his own palm harder and faster.
Hayden’s back arches, and he cries out. He’s so close, writhing in Ilya’s arms.
Ilya uses his foot to nudge Shane’s head. “Don’t swallow,” he reminds him.
“I’m not,” Shane says with his mouth full.
But Hayden knows to tell Ilya. “No, Shane, fuck, Shane, I’m gonna_.”
And Ilya lifts Shane's head again, and Shane replaces his mouth with his own hand to coax Hayden through it as he thrashes and explodes over his chest and the sheets, some even falling on top of Ilya’s lips.
He sneaks a taste, running his tongue over his lips. And Shane clocks him. “Not fair,” he giggles.
Ilya swipes his hand across Hayden’s messy stomach and holds it up to Shane’s mouth. “You earned it,” he says, and Shane laves at Ilya’s fingers.
Hayden doesn’t even see as they take this moment just between them, kissing. And Shane isn’t even grossed out by the idea of tasting Hayden’s cum.
Ilya taps Hayden on the shoulder and crawls out from behind him, instead lying next to him so Shane can make quick work of sucking him off too.
Shane crawls between his legs similarly to the way he was between Hayden’s. Ilya instinctively hands Shane a pillow, and he places it beneath his groin, between his thighs.
Hayden has both hands covering his face, panting and catching his breath as a fierce, sweeping blanket of post-nut clarity settles over him.
Ilya disrupts his mental spiral. “Does your wife suck your dick as good as my husband does?” He says to Hayden as Shane sucks him.
“God, shut the fuck up, Rozanov!” Hayden exclaims.
Ilya smiles and takes his response as a hearty no. Also, Hayden is probably fed up with Ilya’s antics today, and he can finally ease off.
Shane moans around Ilya’s cock as he humps against the pillow beneath him. The sounds are hot, and give Hayden the bravery to look at his friend again. It’s harder to look at for sure; he could watch Shane when he was sucking his dick, but couldn’t possibly look directly at him as he sucks Rozanov’s dick. But he’s mesmerized when Shane brings his lips to the base, and Ilya grunts and comes in Shane’s mouth. Hayden can’t believe he’s watching this and even feels a twitch in his soft dick.
They share a quick kiss, and Shane, as usual, gets up to shower. Ilya gets up too. Hayden lies there, taking a few quiet moments to settle himself.
Ilya returns with a towel and some spare clothes, tossing them onto the bed. Hayden has covered himself with the bedsheet.
“Are these yours?” Hayden is still in banter mode, saying it as if he’d never wear them.
Ilya is very matter-of-fact. “No, they are Shane’s.” Ilya figured he wouldn’t want to wear his clothes.
Hayden nods but is still skeptical. “I don’t have a crush on your husband or anything, just so you know.”
Ilya plays along. “I know, I just figure he is nicer to you than me, so you might want to wear his clothes instead of mine.”
Hayden nods.
“Go get cleaned up, I’ll change your bed.”
Hayden gets up to leave, but says one thing. “You know, I’m also not a freak like Shane; I can sleep in dirty sheets.”
“I know, you are disgusting, but you don’t have to be. We have plenty of sheets.” He doesn’t look back. “Go.”
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After his own shower, Ilya returns to the room to find Hayden and Shane hugging, Hayden freshly cleaned and changed.
Ilya feigns a gasp. “Without me?”
“Shut up,” the two say in unison.
Ilya and Shane exchange a look. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Hayden says, falling back to the bed.
Ilya places 2 bottles of water on the nightstand. Also, offers him a beer. Hayden accepts.
“You need anything?”
Hayden shakes his head. “No, thank you.”
“Ok, goodnight.”
Hayden stops him. “Hey.” Ilya turns back to Hayden, hand propped on the door frame. “You’re really not gonna hold this against me forever?”
“No,” Ilya says. “It was fun, we are friends, it does not have to happen again. “ He clicks his tongue. “But you seemed to really like when I_.”
“Don't!” Hayden said. “Just don’t, please.”
Ilya mimics zipping his lips and turns into the hallway.