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After 10+ years of having sex and 1 year of being married, Shane and Ilya had experimented with sex a lot. Figuring out what they both liked felt easy and the dynamic was natural; Ilya slipped into the mindset of a dominant as easily as Shane submitted to him.
Recently, Ilya had been testing Shane’s self control and patience through edging and orgasm denial, getting him hard, leaking, and on the edge before deciding to either make him wait and beg for it that night or not let him come at all. The way Ilya played mind games with him and teased him with his words and body made Shane feel things he didn’t know were possible.
It was a warm evening in August and Shane had his head in Ilyas lap on the sofa in the cottage. Shad hadn’t come in 5 days and was getting desperate now, but it was a fine line between being patient and proving he could wait until whenever Ilya allowed him to come, and making it clear he wanted it so bad.
“You are thinking loudly, malysh. What is going on in your pretty head?” Ilya asked as he stroked his fingers through Shane’s hair.
Instead of answering straight away, Shane brought his hand up to Ilya’s thigh and moved it up and down the inner seam of his shorts.
“Ah, you are horny? Use your words.” Ilya prompted, fingers gripped around Shane’s wrist to come his movements, making Shane huff.
“Yes, I’m horny,” Shane replied as if it was obvious - it should be, he’d been denied and denied the last few days and he needed the feeling of release, “You haven’t let me come in five days.” Shane pouted slightly, lifting his gaze to Ilya’s above him.
Ilya looked down at him, a look of amusement on his face, “Really? That is so mean of me, isn’t it, lyubimyy? Come sit on my lap.” Ilya waited as Shane quickly moved to straddle Ilya, his cock already half hard, “Good boy. Now tell me what you want and I will decide if I will give.” Ilya’s thumb moved in circles over Shane’s freckles on his cheekbone.
“I just want to come. I don’t care how, you decide. I’ve been good, I haven’t touched myself and I’ve been patient and I-I just want an orgasm. Please.” Shane dropped his forehead to Ilyas and started grinding down onto his husbands cock slowly.
“Ah, ah. Stay still. You have been very good, and if you listen to me and do as I say, I might give you orgasm tonight, yes? But you are mine to play with and you don’t come until I say. If you come before I say, you will go one week without another one, you understand?” Shane whined but nodded.
“I understand, I’ll be good, I promise.” Shane left a trail of kisses down Ilyas neck.
“How do you ask nicely, Shane?” Ilya grabbed his husband’s chin and forced him to make eye contact, his cheeks reddening.
“Please, sir. Please let me come. Use me however you want, I’m yours to play with.” Shane’s cock was fully hard now and he could feel that Ilya’s was too.
“Go to the bedroom, take your clothes off and wait for me. Do not touch yourself.” Ilya gave Shane a peck on the lips and slapped his ass before Shane hurriedly left towards the bedroom.
Shane took deep breaths as he undressed and folded his clothes, laying down on the bed, his cock red and leaking already and his balls feeling heavy and uncomfortable. There was a wall of mirrors on the wardrobes directly in front of him, letting him see how fucked he already looked.
Ilya strolled in after a few minutes, still wearing his shorts and tight fitting t shirt, coming to crouch next to Shane’s face on the bed, ‘On your front for me. Spread your ass.” Ilya kissed him on the forehead and moved to stand by the end of the bed.
Shane rolled over onto his knees and did as his husband asked, spreading his legs wide and pushing his chest down into the bed to get a better angle. He felt exposed like this, and knew Ilya just liked to look at him like this sometimes. It made him feel slutty and like he was an object for Ilya to gaze at and adore. He knew his hole would be looking sore from how much and how hard Ilya had fucked him the last few days.
Ilya came closer and used his hands to spread Shane’s cheeks even further, then blowed some cool air onto his hole, making Shane twitch but stay still. He kept his head buried into the sheets, a wave of nervousness coming over him as he felt Ilya’s eyes on his most intimate areas.
“Look backwards. Look at yourself in the mirror. You look so pretty like this, lyubimyy, all exposed for me to play with however I want.” Ilya moved to the side to let Shane’s head turn and saw the way he was arched for Ilya, his hole as red as he’d thought, and his cock and balls hanging ignored between his legs. It turned him on even more to see himself like this, the way Ilya saw him, vulnerable and willing to do anything for his husband.
“I want to take a photo of you like this. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Or maybe film us, you just needy and begging for me while I give you whatever I think you deserve?” Ilya’s hand cane to cradle and massage Shane’s balls as he asked. They’d taken a couple of videos previously and saved them to a locked folder in their phones, and that had become the only thing Shane could get off to whenever they had to be apart.
Shane moaned at Ilya’s words, shaking his head to try and deny his want to see and hear himself at Ilya’s mercy in video.
“Mm, no? I don’t believe you, malysh. Tell me the truth, do you want to be filmed being teased and fucked by your husband?” Ilya’s thumb rubbed circles around Shane’s rim now.
“Fuck, yes, please sir. I want that so bad. I’m just- it’s embarrassing.” Shane admitted, his head resting against his forearms on the bed.
“No, no. It’s not. What is embarrassing? That you are so desperate for me? Is that embarrassing, Shane? Because I think is it very hot that you let me do what I want to you. Because that’s what you like, isn’t it? To give up your control? To not have to think and to let me make decisions?” Ilya’s hand came to slide into Shane’s hair and he pulled gently to get him to look him in the eyes.
Shane nodded the best he could with his head pulled up, “Yes, sir, I love it. I want it. I want to watch how good you fuck me on video. Please.” Shane whimpered as Ilya leaned down to kiss him deeply, their tongues coming together and Ilya biting down on Shane’s lip.
“Good boy for telling me what you want, Shane. Very good. Stay like this, OK?” He gave Shane a tap on the ass and within a couple of minutes had set up his phone into the tripod they didn’t need as much anymore now that they lived together, but it did come in handy for times like this.
The tripod was placed at an angle by the foot of the bed, and it ignited something in Shane that felt like they had an audience, without the pressure to perform because it would only be them watching it. Ilya came back to the end of the bed and knelt down on the floor, his hands coming back up to spread Shane even wider and took him in again for a few seconds, seeing his hole clench and unclench, then licked a stripe from his balls all the way up to his hole. Shane moaned at the contact, and then Ilya’s tongue was relentless in lapping at his hole and then fucking it in. Shane was grasping onto the sheets, gasping at the way he felt his hole opening for Ilya’s tongue.
“Such a pretty hole. Relaxes to good for me to fuck however I want.” Ilya brought his finger to his hole and just stroked over it gently, then Shane heard the lube bottle opening and Ilya presumably warming some up on his fingers.
“Please, sir. Need something inside me.” Shane begged, pushing his ass back to Ilya.
“You always want something inside this ass, don’t you? Want to show off for the camera and see me finger you when you watch this back? All slutty and ready for me?” Ilya asked and Shane whimpered and nodded at his words as the lubed finger came to tease his hole again.
“Yes, yes, I want that. I want to see. Please.”
“You beg so pretty. I will finger you and give you what you want, but you will not come will you?” Ilya asked as he slid the first finger in all way. Shane let out a shaky exhale.
“No. I promise. I’ll be so good for you.” Ilya’s finger crooked inside him, finding his prostate immediately, “Fuck, fuck. Thank you, sir, thank you.”
“Good boy. That’s what I thought. Wouldn’t want you on camera being naughty and being punished, would we?” Ilya asked, his tone a bit condescending. Shane shook his head and wished Ilya would touch his cock, but knowing if he did he would probably explode over the bed immediately.
Ilya added a second finger and scissored them inside Shane, opening him up ready for his cock, Shane hoped.
“Please, sir. I’m not going to last. Can I-Can I please have the cock ring? I don’t want to come too soon.” Shane angled his head back to Ilya. He knew Ilya might not grant him this and might want to see how well Shane can hold back from orgasm without any help, but he had to ask.
“Aw, my baby can’t last without something helping him, no? You think you deserve the help? Or should I make you hold back all on your own?” Ilya contemplated out loud, and Shane continued to beg with pleas as Ilya kept hitting his prostate, now with three fingers spreading him, “No, I won’t give you cock ring. You want to come, yes?” He asked, cradling his balls again.
“Yes, yes. I want to come. When you say.” Shane answered, his eyes starting to brim with tears from how close he was.
“OK. You can come. Go on, come from me fingering your ass and playing with your balls.” Ilya encouraged, and that was all Shane needed, his cock spurting come as his orgasm rolled over him, coming untouched.
“Fuck, thank you, sir, thank you, thank you.” Shane repeated into the sheets as Ilya’s fingers were pulled out of him.
“On your front. Made such a mess, didn’t you?” Ilya tsked and slapped his ass before Shane rolled over and was still breathless. In only a few seconds, Ilya was twisting his nipples and kissing him, “Did it feel good to come after so long?” He asked into his mouth.
“Yes, it felt so good. Thank you.” Shane’s body was still limp after his release.
“Good. But we’re not done. You’re going to show the camera how good you can be for me and how hard you get for me again, yes?” Ilya kissed down Shane’s neck and brought his teeth down around one nipple, still pinching the other one, making Shane hiss.
“I- I don’t know if I can again. I’m sensitive.” Shane explained, although his cock was already hardening again.
“I think you can. Because I want you to. You want to be good for me? You want to show how you’re all mine to do whatever I want with? Make you come however many times I want? You begged to come so you will keep coming for me.” Ilya moved in between Shanes legs, not waiting for an answer before taking Shane’s hardening cock into his mouth, the sensitivity making Shane buck his hips up and moan, the movement quickly stopped by Ilyas hands pinning his hips down as he bobbed his head up and down Shane’s cock.
“Ah, fuck. I’ll- I’ll try. It’s so much.” Shane whined as his head was back and his eyes squeezed shut, enjoying the sensation of Ilya’s mouth on him but feeling overstimulated. He was squirming on the bed, unsure if he was trying to move away and get closer to Ilya’s warm mouth on his cock. He was getting close now, surprised that he would come again so quickly, “I’m gonna come. Sir, please can I come? Please?” Shane was sweating and his hands were gripping the sheets.
Ilya’s mouth popped off his cock, “Yes, come for me. Good boy.” At those words, Shane let go for the second time that night, the intense feeling of another orgasm coming over him and his cock spurting the small amounts of come into Ilya’s mouth. His husband crawled up his body and gripped his cheeks in one hand, forcing his mouth open. He spat Shane’s own come into his mouth and closed his mouth shut for him, “Swallow. Taste yourself, malysh.” Shane obeyed and swallowed his come, feeling dirty and fucked out.
“Thank you, sir.”
“So polite for me. You want to show off to camera how well you listen and how good you can be for me, yes?” Ilya stroked his hand through Shane’s hair as Shane nodded, his eyes moving to the camera, imagining how desperate he must look for his husband. He couldn’t wait for him and Ilya to watch this together afterwards. He imagined them masturbating together as they watched themselves.
“I think you can give me one more, malysh. But first, let’s show camera how well you suck my cock. My perfect slut. Hang your head over bed.” Ilya helped him get into position at the end of their bed, the camera getting a perfect angle of Shane gazing up as Ilya from his position, “That’s right, open your mouth for me, nice and wide. I want you to feel my cock down your throat.” Shane moaned at his words, submitting to him by letting his mouth hang wide open. Ilya undressed completely, his cock rock hard from not touching it at all yet. He bent down slightly and pushed his cock almost all the way to the base, the feeling of it sliding into Shane’s throat almost making him gag, but he relaxed his throat and took it, his eyes tearing up.
Ilya groaned and held Shane’s head in place as he fucked his throat the way he fucked his ass, unrelenting and hard.
“Can you feel me here?” Ilya grunted out, his fingers coming down to brush against Shane’s exposed throat. He knew Shane couldn’t speak but his moan was enough of an answer, “Perfect warm throat for me to fuck. So willing and pretty.” Ilya pushed all the way in and kept his cock buried deep in Shane’s throat. Tears were coming down Shane’s face now but Ilya knew he was fine because he hadn’t tapped his leg to safe word out. He loved being used like this, Ilya making him take it and not holding back.
“I’m going to come down this pretty throat, stay like that for me, my good boy.” Ilya moaned and kept thrusting, then came with a moan, holding Shane’s head in place. He pulled out and Shane let out ragged breaths, swallowing all of Ilya’s come. Ilya leaned down and kissed Shane deeply, “You will love to see how good you look with me fucking your face. Can’t wait for you to see how much of a slut you are for me.” Ilya helped Shane sit up and kissed him again, stroking his hair gently.
“I love your cock down my throat. Makes me feel owned by you,” Shane kissed Ilya neck as he explained, “Could have your cock in my mouth for hours, just holding it and feeling it.”
“Fuck, you are going to kill me, Shane. You are perfect for me.” Ilya laid down on his back and pulled Shane on top of him, “Grind on me. Want to feel your cock get hard for me again.”
Shane came to straddle Ilya, both of their cocks half hard, “It’s so sensitive, Ilya.” He gasped as their cocks moved together.
“I know, baby. You can come one more time, yes? You wanted this, right? Wanted to finally come?” He raised his eyebrows and held Shane’s hips firmly, helping him move back and forth, their cocks both hard again, leaking and messy all over their stomachs. Shane whined and nodded his head, pouting a little bit but kept up his movements.
“Yes. Wanted this, sir. Thank you.”
“Good boy. Now I want to see you ride me.” Ilya stroked their cocks together in his hand and then brought his fingers back to Shane’s hole, “You’re nice and open for me now, let’s see how well this hole takes me.”
Shane bit his lip and nodded, shakily moving up onto his knees and bringing Ilyas hard cock to his entrance, moaning and he entered him and sunk down all the way. He gave himself a second to adjust before lifting up all the way and coming back down. Ilya groaned and kept his hands tight on Shane’s hips.
“So good. That’s right, keep fucking yourself. Use my cock to make yourself come.” Ilya laid still on the bed and watched as Shane alternated between moving back and forth on his cock and then up and down. Shane felt overstimulated everywhere, but kept going and knew he was going to come again soon.
“Fuck, sir. Feels so intense but so good. Love your cock. Feels so big inside me.”
“I know, malysh. Take it so well for me. All mine, yes?” Ilya let Shane continue the rhythm, clearly getting close along with Shane.
“All yours. Just yours. I’m gonna- Can I come? Can you touch my cock, please?” Shane begged, almost hesitantly, not knowing if a hand on his cock would be too much right now.
“Of course. Come for me, baby. So good for me.” Ilya’s hand came to grip Shane’s cock, stroking it as Shane’s mouth dropped open and his gaze stayed locked on Ilya’s. Ilya felt Shane clench around him and that was enough to send him over the edge, fucking up into Shane as he filled him up. Shane was right there with him, moaning and shaking as he came, his cock barely spurting any come, completely wrung out from his previous two orgasms.
Ilya gently lifted Shane off him and pulled him into his chest, stroking his hair and cheek and kissing his head.
“Oh my god. That was- Fuck, Ilya.” Shane laughed breathlessly and buried his head into Ilya’s neck.
“I know, malysh. You did so good for me. You feel good?” Ilya asked and held his chin in his fingers to meet his gaze.
“Yes. I feel so good. It was a lot but really good. Felt so dirty with the camera watching us but it turned me on so much. Felt like we had an audience but I felt safe. Always feel safe with you.” Shane mumbled a little, feeling exhausted but relaxed.
“You are. Always, Shane. Now come, sheets are sticky and you will start to get annoyed if we don’t clean. I will run shower and get clean sheets, OK?” Ilya smiled down adoringly at his husband as Shane agreed but grumbled a bit at having to move.
“So good to me, Ilya. Perfect person for me.” Shane kissed him and let Ilya pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, feeling so loved and taken care of, impossible to feel anything else when Ilya showed him in every way how much he loved him, from giving him exactly what he needs in bed to being so soft and gentle with him afterwards.
“I love you so much, Shane. My perfect boy.”