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This wasn’t the first time, and Shane was almost certain it wouldn’t be the last, no matter how much he wanted it to be. He was extremely out of options. He was getting sick of piping up every single time he smelled the pungent odour from his boyfriend’s clothes. He was quiet tonight when Ilya shuffled into bed beside him at some point in the middle of the night, smelling of it. Shane pretended to sleep when he was cuddled close, but that's what started the spiral. He wouldn’t lie, sometimes he found it sexy, the taste of Ilya’s tongue in his mouth, the way he looked with a cigarette hanging out of his perfectly bowed lips. When they were younger, it would sometimes drive him crazy. They just turned 28 for God's sake, still young, but approaching their 30’s in the mid-point of their careers.
Shane knew he was more health-conscious than most, but could he be blamed for wanting his partner to be healthy, especially when they were in a position not to be able to have a future together till their forties? They were professional athletes, and lung issues and the high cardio are like oil and water. He wanted a life and children with this man, and that future looked bleak if Shane kept worrying about Ilya’s health.
He was sitting up in bed. Staring at the wall…and then it hit him. Shane looked down at his sleeping boyfriend and raked his fingers through the mess of curls covering his closed eyes. Tomorrow, he would finally get Ilya Rozanov to quit smoking.
Ilya woke up, and Shane’s arms were around him. He tilted his head up, stretched his back, and noticed Shane staring at him. “Good morning,” Ilya squinted, adjusting to the light, and kissed Shane on the cheek. “Did you sleep? Your eyes, they look…” Ilya couldn’t find the word. He lifted his hand towards Shane’s face and dragged a thumb against Shane’s under eye.
Shane leaned into the touch. No, he couldn’t sleep. Like usual, when there was a problem he took upon himself to solve, he kept himself up thinking into a spiral. He wasn’t going to tell his boyfriend that though. Especially if it concerned him, Shane knew it would just lead Ilya to blame himself.
“I'm fine, are you hungry? I don’t know how much food we still have. I can have groceries delivered, or we could go somewhere.” Shane kissed Ilya’s forehead and played with his hair. It was the last week of their break. Their first year of camps was shaky but a success nonetheless, a few minor missteps, *cough cough* Ryan Price walking in on them kissing *cough cough*, Shane still hadn’t grasped the art of teaching kids as easily as Ilya, but with them and the guys and Yuna. Well, they figured it out. They were spending the last few days together at the cottage, taking in the last few days of good weather.
“Mm, not hungry for food,” Ilya moved an arm to the other side of Shane and picked himself up onto his knees, encapsulating Shane. Dragging his mouth down Shane’s neck, kissing, nipping and sucking down to his shoulder. Fuck how was Shane supposed to live without this for weeks on end? This year was easier than before, way easier. Ilya was only 2 hours away; they both made efforts to drive to each other when they could. Now that the camps were public, people were used to seeing them out together in Ottawa and Montreal. Shane felt like he had been spoiled this summer. They basically lived together for months, and now he was reminded they had to leave in a few days. The daily sleeping together, the cuddles, the godly endless sex. He wasn’t used to any of it, and it felt like it was going away fast.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” Shane whined at him. He didn’t want Ilya to get off him; it was evident from the stiff erection already displaying itself. He just couldn’t stand the thought of them kissing when his mouth tasted sour.
“I don’t care,” Ilya said in between trailing kisses towards Shane’s mouth.
“I care,” He turned his head so Ilya only caught a cheek. Shane wished he didn’t care; he didn't want the kisses to stop, but Ilya sat up on his knees, folding his arms and making a pouty face.
“You can kiss me after I lick your ass, you kiss me after sucking my dick, and I can’t kiss you now? Because why, because you taste like morning?”
Shane knew he sounded a bit stupid for, well, everything Ilya had just said. He just couldn’t help it. It was instilled in him, and he was self-conscious about morning breath. “Just give me two minutes; you might as well just come with me.”
Ilya made an annoyed expression, but got up from Shane’s legs and already started walking to the bathroom. Shane would be lying if he said he got straight up to follow; he stared at every inch of that man as he walked around the room naked. The sun kissed every part of his skin, it made his hair look golden, and the definition in his muscles even more immaculate than usual. Shane didn’t even notice he was biting his lip while staring as Ilya disappeared into the ensuite. Shane got up to follow behind, grabbing his brush from the holder and the paste beside it, plopping a dollop onto both his and Ilya’s brushes. They stared at each other in the mirror. Ilya made it obvious that he noticed Shane was semi-hard. They didn’t say anything. Just light touches and glances as they focused on their teeth. Not that Ilya cared that much, all of his exposed teeth were implants.
Shane rinsed his mouth, put down his toothbrush, and there was already a mouth on him, and his bare ass was already on top of the granite sink. “Jesus, you couldn’t give me a second, the counter is cold.”
“I gave you two minutes, you said two minutes. I was being good, I listen.” Ilya’s mouth was already back on the other side of Shane’s neck. He picked him up from the counter. Shane instinctively wrapping his arms and legs around his boyfriend. Ilya grabbed Shane’s mouth into another kiss as he walked them back to the bed and lowered his back so Shane was touching the bed. Shane released his legs, and Ilya ground down into him. “Two minutes is small price to pay so I can have you like this.”
Shane didn’t know what to say. He was already overcome by the ecstasy of the moment. Jerking his hips up to grind their hardened cocks together. “Ilya”, Shane moaned and gripped hard into his hair, dying for a kiss. A tense, sloppy, toe-curling kiss.
Ilya’s hand moved between them, grabbing both of them in his grip. Shane yelped loudly. “Is this okay?” Ilya asked against Shane’s mouth.
“Yes, yes, fuck.”
Ilya tightened his grip at the confirmation, both of them rutting against each other and in his hand. One of Shane’s hands ran down Ilya’s back, scratching into the skin while the other remained firmly planted in his curls. Ilya released their cocks and moved away from the kiss, placing his hand in front of Shane’s face. “Lick it.”
Kisses were being planted down Shane’s neck as he closed his eyes and licked Ilya’s hand sloppily. The hand trailed back between them, and Ilya jerked them off together, all made better by the wetness added to his hand. Shane’s nails dug in again as his body started to tense. “Oh my-fuck…I’m going to-“, he was cut off by Ila’s mouth back on him. Tongue pushing into his mouth and fighting his own. Shane moaned into the kiss.
Ilya lifted his head and placed his mouth next to Shane’s ear. “Are you going to cum?”
Shane tried to speak, but it came out as a loud grunt as he came all over himself, Ilya’s dick and his hand. Ilya let go of Shane, using the cum to continue pumping himself hard and fast and came onto Shane’s abdomen.
Shane watched the liquid spurt out onto him. It was dirty, gross, hot, and erotic even. He grabbed for Ilya’s face again and brought him in for another sloppy kiss. “Okay, that was. We need to shower.”
“Let me get towels.” Ilya looked down at Shane, adorable, dishevelled, covered in both of them, and laughed to himself.
“What?”
“Nothing, you just. You look so cute with your legs spread like that, covered in our cum. Your cheeks are all red.” Ilya grabbed at Shane’s cheek and pinched it.
“Can you stop being an ass and get me a towel?” Shane batted the hand away from his face. He was smiling, he couldn’t help it. Ilya was looking at him, so smitten. If he thought Shane looked cute right now, a mirror would show just how adorable he looked back.
Ilya leaned against Shane’s ear, “You’re beautiful, covered in me.” He kissed right beside Shane’s ear and disappeared to the bathroom.
Shane just stared at the ceiling, laughing. Not having this every day will be torture.
Ilya finished piling the dishes from their late breakfast (more like brunch by the time they had it) and walked over to the other side of the counter. They sat at the kitchen counter, Ilya drinking a coffee, taking glances between his phone and Shane. Shane, with his own coffee working on his computer, setting up a guideline for next summer.
“I think it worked doing the speed drills and shot practice consecutively, but then it might be hard for the kids to-“ Shane started, but was cut off.
“Jesus Hollander, the kids just left, and you’re already starting on next summer. We leave soon. Can I not just enjoy you?”
“You enjoyed me 20 minutes ago.”
“And?”
“And now I have some work to do while it’s fresh in my mind.” Shane had his glasses on, typing rapidly at the laptop keyboard, not looking at Ilya.
Ilya stood up, “I’m going outside”.
Shane figured that probably meant he wanted to smoke. “Wait,” he grabbed Ilya’s wrist, “there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
Ilya sat back down. He looked scared, which meant to Shane that he probably whipped around too fast and also looked worried, which, yeah, does sound scary. “What is it?” He sounded soft and quiet. Holding onto Shane’s hand.
“I was thinking…what if I helped you quit smoking, for real this time?”
“Jesus, Shane. Why the fuck did you say it like that?” Ilya looked like his whole body sighed in relief. “You scared the shit out of me, you look so serious.”
“This is serious.”
“I know, but not the type of serious I was thinking.”
“I’m sorry.” Shane got up from the stool and stood between Ilya’s spread legs.
“I have been trying.” Ilya looked in his eyes, still holding Shane’s hand.
“I know, I had an idea, though. An idea you might like…you might also hate it.”
Ilya cocked an eyebrow, “Okay?”
“What if, if you really need a cigarette, instead, you use your favourite distraction?”
Ilya scrunched up his face, “What is my favourite distraction?”
“Me…I mean…I thought…right?” Shane instantly second-guessed himself and got embarrassed.
Ilya had a beaming smile, “Yes, you are very good distraction, definitely my favourite.” Ilya brushed a hand against Shane’s cheek and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Shane beamed at the gesture, “So instead of smoking…if you’re craving a cigarette, instead you can do anything to me you want.”
“Anything I want?” Ilya's eyes widened at the notion.
“Anything you want, but if you fail and you do have a smoke…then you don’t get me at all.”
“Shane, is great idea, but…do YOU have the…how you say…will..power to do that?” Ilya chuckled a bit. Hands now on Shane’s shoulders.
“Hey, I am strong enough to withhold sex from you.”
Now, Ilya let out a roaring laugh, “Yes, sure you are, daragój, it is whatever you say.” He was definitely being sarcastic.
“Oh yeah, watch me.” Shane’s eyes hardened.
“I will not, because I will not smoke. I want to do whatever I want to you tonight.” Ilya leaned his head down to kiss Shane’s neck.
“It’s not just today, I want to do this as long as it takes for you to quit.”
Ilya lifted his head to look in his eyes again, “Shane, moya lyubov, you are going to be gone in seven days. It is not fast process.”
“I was thinking we could do it during the season, too. When we aren’t together, you could tell me what to do over video call, or” Shane got quiet for the last part, “you can make me send you pictures or videos.”
Ilya’s eyes widened at the thought. Oh, this power was way better than smoking could ever feel. The power to have Shane however he wanted and whenever he wanted was a magic feeling. “Okay, I like this.”
Shane smiled. He had been so in his head, he knew Ilya was willing to quit, but if he was being honest with himself, he assumed this conversation would go over badly. “If we’re not going to be able to have a life or family until we retire, I want you to be as healthy as possible, and if your diet isn't something you’d change. At least this.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Ilya held him close. Shane hated reminding him that they were still so far from a life together, but he wanted him to know how serious he was. ”So, if I don’t go smoke right now…does that mean I can make you suck my dick right here?” Ilya kissed him and snaked a hand under his t-shirt, “With your glasses on,” another kiss, caressing Shane’s hip, “ looking up at me?” Ilya kissed him again.
“I regret this.” Shane deadpanned and tried to pull away, but Ilya tightened his grip.
“Oh, I do not think so, you want me to be healthy, yes?” Ilya pouted.
Shane had to admit…okay…he was a little turned on by Ilya’s eagerness…maybe more than a little. “You usually smoke, what 2…3 times a day?”
“Sometimes maybe 4, but that is if I am out. I have not been out since I left Boston.”
“Okay, I don’t want you abusing this. You can only have this 3 times a day and 4 on an absolute emergency. Then slowly over time it will go down, so it can force your cravings to go down.”
“How will having you any way I want feel different from us just having sex?” Ilya questioned, and that’s when Shane realised he didn’t think about that, “We have sex more than 3 times when we are together.”
And since Shane didn’t have an answer, he just started saying whatever popped up in his head, “But those times you’re also asking me what I want, or I’m initiating. These are times when you will have full control. I will do nothing but what you tell me to do and only what you tell me to do.” Shit…shit shit shit…what did I just agree to? Shane gulped hard because Ilya was looking at him like he had just won a lottery. FUCK, “Obviously within reason, not that I think you would ever do anything to hurt me, but we could have a safe word.”
Ilya brought a hand under Shane’s jaw and brought him in for a kiss, “You are scared of me now? Of what I would have you do?”
Shane blushed at the words, “No, but I-“ he was cut off with another kiss.
“I always ask if you are okay; this does not change.”
Shane stared into his eyes and nodded before going in for another kiss.
“Is stressful conversation, no cigarettes to calm me down,” Ilya said against Shane’s mouth and gave another peck at his lips, “what am I to do?”
Shane rolled his eyes, “You’re annoying.”
“Was your idea.” Ilya got off the stool. “Come,” he took Shane’s hand and led them to the couch.
“What do you want me to do then?”
“Did I not tell you? I want you, on your knees, sucking my dick and looking up at me with those beautiful big brown eyes and your glasses.” Ilya stroked Shane’s cheek with his thumb and leaned in with a sweet kiss, “is okay?”
“Yes, that’s normal. I thought you would get more, I don’t know, creative?”
“Oh, now is not creative enough for you,” Ilya let go of Shane, he gestured towards the kitchen, “2 minutes ago you ask for safe word.”
Shane just shrugged. “I just-“
“You say I can have you the way I want, yes?” Ilya raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, staring at Shane. He sounded a bit demanding, and Shane didn’t hate it, honestly.
Shane nodded.
“So, give it to me.” Ilya walked over to the couch, stripped off his pants and boxers, and sat on it. Legs spread as wide as he could manage, and arms spread wide against the backrest. “Are you coming?”
Okay, maybe Shane was going to like this a little too much, because not only was he staring at every inch of what just happened in front of him…he was also hard. He licked and bit at his bottom lip and walked over.
“Knees, now,” Ilya’s face was stern, he looked up at Shane and nodded towards the floor.
Shane complied without a word. He looked at the hardened cock in front of him and then into Ilya’s eyes. Even through his current overly dominant facade, Shane could see the love in his eyes. Shane leaned forward, he grabbed Ilya’s dick, staring into those gorgeous hazel eyes and said, “Like this?” And slowly sucked the tip into his mouth without breaking any eye contact.
Ilya’s eyes half lidded at the warmth around him. He put a hand into Shane’s hair and pulled him down deeper. Slowly. Shane groaned, and Ilya bit back a moan from the vibration. “Ty tak krasiva, moj ljubov'.” (You are so beautiful, my love) Ilya kept staring into Shane’s eyes as Shane took him in further and bobbed his head up and down, hollowing out his cheeks for more suction.
Shane moaned at the recognition of ‘my love’, but he didn’t know what the rest of the words meant. He had only just started learning Russian over the last year and knew simple phrases.
Ilya continued to talk to Shane while Shane was otherwise occupied, “Vashi glaza takie prekrasnye, oni vechno smotrjat na menja. Ty sovershenna. Svet, padajuschij na tebja, ideal'no.” (Your eyes are so gorgeous staring up at me. You are perfect. The light hitting you is perfect.) Ilya’s breath hitched, his back arching.
Shane moved faster, bringing a hand up to cup Ilya’s balls. Taking him in almost all the way, feeling Ilya hit the back of his throat.
Ilya groaned at the new sensation, “Moj horoshij mal'chik tochno znaet, chto mne nravitsja. Ja tak vljublen(a) v tebja. U menja dazhe net sil eto terpet'.” (My good boy knows just what I like. I am so in love with you. I don't even have the strength to bear it.)
Shane lifted his mouth off of Ilya, “I don’t know what you’re saying. Did I do something wrong?” He looked up at Ilya with slightly watery eyes, likely from taking Ilya a little too deep, and concern.
“Did I say you can talk? Shut up and keep going.” Ilya took on a stoic tone, not harsh; he didn’t want Shane to be scared. He brushed his thumb across Shane’s freckles and watched as he leaned into the touch, closed his eyes and smiled. “Bljad', ty takoj milyj.” (Fuck, you are so adorable)
Shane giggled. Okay, he was starting to get it. After hearing the last string of words, he realised Ilya was being cute with him in Russian while trying to seem big and domineering in English. Okay, he’ll play this little game. “Ja znat'sekret.” (I know secret) Shane said before he licked the underside of Ilya’s dick, smiling as he licked to the tip. Sucking in just the tip and catching beads of precum with his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Ilyas voice strained, he gripped hard into Shane’s hair, “you don’t know all my secrets, sweetheart.” He laughed, “Ty ochen' gorjachaja, ulybaesh'sja i lizaesh' moj chlen.” (You are very hot, smiling and licking my dick)
Shane lifted his head again, “Okay, I’m something? And something about your dick?”
“See Hollander, you know nothing. Zastav' menja konchit' na tvoem krasivom litse.” (Make me cum on your pretty face)
Shane lifted a hand to stroke Ilya while sucking in one of his balls. Playing with the weight across his tongue, his hand stroking faster, all while still trying his best to look into Ilya’s eyes. Ilya moaning and thrusting up into his hand. “Fuck, Shane.” Ilya tensed.
Shane released Ilya and sucked the tip of his dick again, still stroking the shaft fast with his hand, until he felt fingers grip tighter and expletives. Shane took Ilya’s dick out of his mouth and let his cum cover his face. hitting on his glasses, which he had honestly forgotten about.
“Oh, so you do know my secrets?” Ilya grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, wiped down Shane’s face and took off his dirty glasses, making a note to clean them later.
“Not really, I heard face, and I assumed this is what you wanted. It is what you wanted, right?”
“Is what I said, but I did not mind if you didn’t understand.” Ilya brought Shane in for a kiss, “If only you understood the other horrible things I said to you.”
Shane rolled his eyes, “How do you feel? Any cravings?”
“Just one,” Ilya took off his tank top and tackled Shane onto the couch in what looked like a fluid motion, “is your turn.” He laughed, holding both of Shane’s hands in one hand above his head. Ilyas mouth was already buried in Shane's neck, sucking, biting and kissing. It may be one of the last few times they could make marks on each other before the preseason.
Shane smiled and sighed in response, “Am I allowed to talk?”
“Ah, no, you shut up and listen to me whisper dirty things in your ears,” Ilya took the opportunity to whisper this right into Shane's ear. The hot breath from Ilya's lips elicited a wanting moan as Shane bucked his hips forward and arched his back. Ilya took the opportunity to pull off Shane's pants and boxers, leaving them on the floor beside the couch.
Shane gasped at the sudden cool air hitting his skin. He attempted to pull his own shirt off, but Ilya stopped him, taking it off himself while kissing and sucking all the exposed skin, lightly dragging fingers along his erection. Ilya's mouth moved back to Shane’s ear.
“Oh, you like me whispering filth into your ears like this?” Ilya brought his other hand down to stroke Shane, just light, slow strokes that caused Shane to whine, “What if I translate everything I said while you were on your knees, hm?”
Shane thrust himself against Ilya's hand, “fu-,” he bit his own lip to cut himself off, eyes wide, wondering if Ilya would do anything to him for the misconduct.
“Good boy, you listen,” Ilya let go of Shane’s hand and cock to reach for a bottle of lube, conveniently stored in reach, because honestly, where didn’t they hide lube around the cottage? There may have been a strategic bottle in every square foot of the mini-mansion. He manoeuvred Shane's legs, guiding one up against the couch and the other bent. He squeezed some lube into his hand and rubbed it on his already eager again dick. He rubbed some leftover onto Shane’s entrance. Sliding one finger in just barely, just enough to get some lube in for added comfort.
Shane was practically crying out beneath him. The leg that was placed against the couch instantly came around to hold Ilya close. He just wanted to scream at Ilya to fuck him. Shane’s hands gripped Ilya’s shoulders.
“Hold on, so impatient,” Ilya positioned himself and crashed his mouth on Shane’s the second he pushed himself inside. The vibration of moans in their mouths. Shane held Ilya closer, his other leg joining and tightening around Ilya's hips, one hand pulling at his curls to get a wider mouthed kiss.
Ilya moved off Shane's mouth and started trailing kisses back towards his ear again, “When you looked up at me, I told you you are beautiful. Your eyes are gorgeous,” Ilya paused, thrusting faster into Shane and breathing hard against his ear.
Shane whined. He gripped Ilya’s bicep, nails digging so deep into the skin he could feel the muscle contract with every thrust. He so badly wanted to tell Ilya how much he loved him, how beautiful he was, but he was being obedient.
“You are so perfect, Shane,” it came out as a quiet moan against Shane's ear.
The hand that was buried in Ilya’s hair gripped tight. Shane leaned into the hot breath; he was losing his mind. A moaning mess.
“I love you so much,” Ilya was pounding into Shane now. Almost as fast as he could in the position they were lying in.
“Ilya,” Shane screamed.
“You going to cum, sweetheart? We do it together.” Ilya lifted himself slightly and crashed his lips against Shane’s. Catching all of his moans. Ilya lifted his lips only slightly, “cum for me, Shane.” Kissing him hard again.
Both of them moaning into the kiss as they came.
Ilya dropped his weight onto Shane, panting, leaving sweet kisses on his cheek.
“You’re so sappy,” Shane teased, rubbing Ilya’s head. His legs relaxed, dropping to either side of the large man on top of him.
“I can not help it,” Ilya grumbled in a haze, after a moment, “I am going to quit smoking.”
Shane brushed a hand across Ilya’s cheek and pecked his lips, “You think this will help?”
“I am certain.” Ilya kissed him and lay his head down on Shane’s chest, listening to the rushed heartbeat.
They lay like that for just a few minutes, just cuddling and light kisses, until Shane was getting really aggravated by the wet feeling between their abdomens.
“We just showered,” Shane grumbled.
Ilya attempted to get up, but as soon as pressure was removed from Shane’s chest, he pulled Ilya back down into a kiss.
“I was just getting wipes,” Ilya said, half laughing, “did you miss me already? I am not going to war.”
Shane huffed and arched his back in a stretch, “Come back fast, I want cuddles.”
They were on the couch together for hours, only breaking for a few moments to have dinner out of the tupperware Yuna had prepped for them some days before. They didn’t bother putting clothes back on; the skin-to-skin felt nice. They napped together and watched some tv, though nothing as interesting as just playing with each other’s hair and looking into each other’s eyes. They barely spoke, and when they did, it was just a mess of I love yous and cute comments. It was perfectly quiet for an hour, Shane actually did find himself interested in the tv show that was playing. Ilya was napping, head on Shane's shoulder, practically using his boyfriend's neck as a sleep mask.
And that’s when it hits. Craving
“Shane, I need one. Just one,” Ilya’s voice came out in a low grumble, “please.” The plea came out in a whisper.
Shane had been rubbing one of Ilya’s legs with his foot. He stopped, “Are you sure?”
“No, I don’t want it…I feel..” Ilya didn’t really know what he felt. He knew he didn’t want to smoke, but he had been smoking every day all summer, especially from the stress of the new camp set up.
The last time he had quit was last year after the cottage. Smoking before Shane and him were exclusive was partly a way for both Ilya to escape from his feelings and lean into them. Every time he lit a cigarette, Shane’s voice rang in his ears, telling him how bad it was for him. He was particularly bad when Shane and Rose were together. A full month of smoking like a chimney. He had probably spent more money on cigarettes than he had in all his life December 2016, to the point even Svetlana started pestering him about relapsing since he had seemed to successfully quit by the end of 2014.
It was hard being young with all the emotions he had in Russia, of all places, without an outlet. Especially since in Russia, some alcohol was basically a kids' soft drink, getting into smoking was shockingly easy. He knew Shane was right. Because, of course, Shane was right. And Ilya was smart; he knew better. The fact of the matter is, before Shane said I love you Ilya didn’t have a single thing in his life he needed to stay healthy for. Hockey could basically go any day for him at this point, and without his father’s constant disappointment, he didn’t care. His family was all gone. He gripped onto Shane, but before he knew, his feelings were shared…Shane was just another thing that could have got up and left him. Hell, before the cottage, he was seconds away from ending it himself.
So yes, quitting smoking was hard…Ilya did not want to smoke right now. His body did, and oh my god, his body was screaming for one. He did not want it, the only thing holding him together in this exact moment was the arms around him, the foot touching his leg, and the thought of tiny children with black curly hair, hazel eyes and freckles.
“Ilya?” Shane’s voice shook him out of his trance. Ilya was hyper aware of Shane’s heartbeat picking up.
“Sorry, I got lost…too many thoughts.” Ilya reached to touch the side of Shane’s face, “You are making this hard and easy.” Ilya knew he didn’t make sense, but he assumed Shane understood what he meant.
“Is there something I can do to distract you?” The hand Shane had on Ilya’s bicep lightly rubbed up and down the arm.
“Mm,” Ilya thought for a moment. The only thing he truly wanted right now was to prove Shane was his, “I want to cover you in marks.” Ilya kissed Shane’s neck, lightly sucking.
“Like hickeys?”
“Yes, you don’t go back to Montreal for another week, and you have a few more days until coaching and home opener, they will be gone by then.” Ilya sucked a little harder, confident he left a little mark, “No one will see, and if they do, is it so bad if they think you had a fun last week of summer?”
“I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing…it’s not like I haven’t walked in with weird bruises from you before…” Shane trailed off. Ilya knew Shane liked being marked just as much as Ilya liked doing it.
“If they ask, will you tell them about your hot boyfriend?” Ilya sucked another mark into Shane’s neck, “Hot guy you brought to the cottage after camp?” Another one.
“Ilya,” Shane moaned.
Ilya lifted his head to look in Shane’s eyes, “Oh, you’re going to tell them the truth?” Ilya sucked on Shane’s bottom lip, pulling it in his mouth before letting it go with a pop. “Ilya Rozanov claimed me, I am his.”
“Shut up, you know I can’t say that,” Shane laughed and kissed Ilya, just a soft little peck because his lips were irresistibly close.
“But you want to, yes. Scream to the world that you are mine,” Ilya bit Shane’s chest HARD, causing Shane to let out a yelp that turned into a moan as Ilya sucked the spot, a little harder than the rest so far.
“Yes,” Shane moaned, “all yours.”
Ilya worked his way, mapping Shane’s body. And Shane was turning into a moaning mess under him. “Everything, all this, mine,” Ilya made a huge mark right at Shane’s upper thigh.
“I am only yours, I only ever want you.”
Ilya sat up on his knees, grabbing both of Shane’s hands, placing one on each of his pecs, “and all of this, everything,” he brought one hand to his mouth now and kissed the palm, “Is all yours.” Shane’s eyes widened, and he bit his lip. Next thing Ilya knew, he was pulled down into a possessive kiss. Shane dominated his mouth as if to prove yes, you belong to me, but Ilya had to get back to his task before he was reminded of his other vices.
Ilya sucked hickeys on the underside of Shane’s jaw and the neglected side of his neck. He bit Shane’s nipples on the way down, sucking and pulling them as hard as he could before letting them go, getting delicious noises from Shane. He continued all the way down to suck more hickeys into the other inner thigh.
Each time Ilya got closer and closer to Shane’s erection, he ignored it. Sucking only on the surrounding skin. It drove Shane crazy. Every time Ilya came slightly close, Shane moaned loudly and bucked up his hips almost instinctively, while the rest of the marks were greeted with sweet hums. Shane closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of each sweet little sting. He trailed a hand down his body until he found the mess of curls that was Ilya’s hair, he scratched lightly at his scalp.
Ilya came up to meet Shane’s mouth and kissed him sweetly. “I feel better now.”
“Mmm,” Shane hummed. It felt like bliss, like he was being pampered, “I probably look ridiculous.” He looked down at himself and saw some of the bright red spots on his body.
Ilya laughed, “You are gorgeous, most beautiful person I have ever seen.”
“Shut up,” Shane hit Ilya’s arm. It caused Ilya to shift, nudging Shane’s erection. He moaned loudly and brought Ilya back down for a kiss.
“Excited again already?” Ilya joked.
“It’s been three hours.”
“Is not that much time, you are extra horny for me, hm?” Ilya nuzzled into Shane’s neck.
“Your mouth has been on me for like 20 minutes. How did you expect me to react?”
“True, but you are always hard.”
“…it’s not always.”
“When I am touching you, it is always.”
“Are you going to do something about it?” Shane’s voice came out low and melodic. Like he was trying to be tempting, ground up into Ilya’s thigh.
“But I am not done marking you.” Ilya lifted his head and got up on his hands, “Turn around.”
Shane grumbled a whine but did as he was told, leaving a pillow between his chest and the couch to ease the pressure of lying on his stomach. Ilya hummed in approval, bringing his weight back onto Shane, tracing his muscular back with light touches. He leaned his head down at the base of Shane’s neck, one hand reaching for Shane’s to intertwine their fingers together. Ilya steadied himself with his other hand so all his weight wasn’t on Shane’s back.
“I love you,” Shane sounded relaxed. Eyes barely open, he lifted Ilya’s hand to his mouth and kissed the fingers framed by his own.
Ilya released Shane’s skin with a pop. He kissed the new red spot and moved their still clasped hands. Replacing them with his lips. Kissing Shane sweetly, “I love you too, daragój.” Another sweet kiss, “thank you for this. I do not think I would be strong enough.”
“Hey, shhh,” Shane got up on his elbows, reaching his free hand to Ilya’s face. His eyes started to look glassy. “It’s okay, you are strong, you quit without me before.” Shane kissed Ilya’s lips again.
“I quit because of you the first time, too,” Ilya leaned into Shane’s touch, “all I could hear in my head was your voice whenever I had one. It was one of the things that made me realise how much…I really-.”
“It’s okay, I know. I know now,” Shane knelt their heads together and kissed Ilya’s eyelid, forcing a tear down, “This feels nice, it’s like cupping.” Shane smiled.
“What is cupping?” Ilya’s eyes furrowed, but the tears had stopped.
“Oh, your RMTs never put those glass bulbs on your back?”
“That is cupping? Stupid name.”
“It feels good, and this feels good. Even if you could give me a blood clot from it.”
Ilya rolled his eyes and rolled his full body weight directly on top of Shane again. “You are ridiculous.” Ilya sucked another mark onto Shane’s shoulder. He felt the shake of laughter coming from underneath him.
Shane went back into his relaxed position and closed his eyes again. He squeezed Ilya’s hand and unclasped them.
Ilya worked his way down and around Shane’s back. Shane tried to grind against the couch for some relief, but Ilya steadied Shane’s thighs. He continued marking every spot within a few inches. Ilya palmed Shane’s right buttcheek and squeezed.
“Mm, so now you want to fuck me?”
“Be patient,” Ilya bit the other cheek.
“ILYA,” Shane yelped, “that one hurt.”
“Sorry,” Ilya laughed, “can you blame me, so bouncy and round?” Ilya slapped the right cheek hard, making a loud slap reverberate.
“Fuck,” Shane bit back a sharp breath, “can you just hurry up? I’ve been hard for like 30 minutes.”
“You need to learn how to be patient, Shane Hollander,” Ilya licked the bite mark and sucked it to make his last red mark. He parted Shane’s ass and licked at the perfect pink hole.
“Thank fucking god,” Shane groaned out, lifting his hips for better access.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Ilya laughed.
“Please shut up,” Shane stressed the word please.
Ilya prodded his tongue deep into the muscle, darting in and out, listening to the music of Shane’s moans and murmurs. He thought for a moment about how excited he was to see Shane’s face when he finally saw his body in the mirror. When he sees the marks that cover his whole upper body, Ilya lifted his head, Shane moving his hips towards him, trying to find the warmth again. Then he had an idea.
“Go into the bathroom,” Ilya kissed Shane’s right buttcheek and nudged him to get up.
“The bathroom?” Shane sounded annoyed and confused.
“Yes, the bathroom, go.”
Shane didn’t want to argue, so he got up and flashed Ilya an annoyed look. Ilya pulled Shane in for a kiss, gripping hard into his hair.
“Go,” Ilya said as they broke apart.
Ilya stayed in the living room as he watched Shane get to the bedroom and then followed behind. When he got to the bedroom doorway.
“ILYA WHAT THE FUCK,” Shane yelled from the ensuite
Ilya walked to the bathroom doorway and saw as Shane poked at a collection of hickeys on his hip that looked like the letter I.
“Oh my god, if this doesn’t go away, I’m in such deep shit.”
“Is okay, I can make it an L. I just wanted to see you like this first,” Ilya was laughing, and Shane shot him daggers.
“An L?”
“Yes your very sexy, girlfriend Lily.”
“Did you forget my team knows I’m gay?”
Shane looked back at his body in the mirror, and Ilya could tell that Shane thought he looked hot covered in the marks. Shane turned to the side to see the mark on his butt and smiled.
Ilya walked over, standing in between Shane and the mirror and got down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” Shane looked down at him just before Ilya could grab his dick.
“You have been begging me to fuck you, now you have problem.”
“Here? The floor is tile. Your knees.”
Ilya rolled his eyes, “I want you to look at my artwork while I suck your dick,” and before Shane could protest again, Ilya took the length into his mouth and started bobbing his head. He already took a quick pace, knowing how long Shane had waited.
Shane gripped Ilya’s hair and moaned loudly. He stared down at Ilya, all of the marks on his abdomen caught in his view.
Ilya rested one hand on Shane’s hip, and the other came up to tease a still red and hard nipple. Shane’s free hand came up to rest on Ilya’s wrist, loose enough to still let Ilya play with his chest.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. I’ve been waiting so long. I’m already so close.” Shane accidentally caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and let out a sharp moan.
Ilya’s throat vibrated around Shane’s cock in return, the hand around Shane’s waist snaked behind to Shane’s hole, pressing a finger against the entrance.
“Ilya, I’m-,” Shane’s hand gripped harder into Ilya’s hair, pulling him closer and cumming down his throat.
Ilya swallowed and kissed the whole way up Shane’s body until he was fully standing up and could give Shane a sloppy kiss on the mouth. Their lips didn’t break apart, but Ilya moved his hands to pick Shane up, and he jumped into his arms. Shane wrapped his legs around his boyfriend. Ilya walked them over to the bed, laying Shane down so they could keep kissing while getting on the bed.
They broke apart, and Ilya rolled onto his back, panting slightly.
“Hey, let me-,” Shane started, about to move toward Ilya’s very obvious erection.
“No, no,” Ilya grabbed him close, “please, it will just make me want one more. I just want to sleep.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that.” Shane leaned into the cuddle, was it okay today?”
“Was okay, was hard,” Ilya thought back to the last time he quit smoking, “tomorrow will probably be worse. First day is never that bad.”
Shane interlaced their fingers to give a comforting squeeze.
“I can do it, with you, I can do anything”, Ilya kissed the back of Shane’s neck and laughed, “wow, I really did a good job on you.”
Shane kicked him.