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Shane had been in London now for almost 7 months. The transition had been a lot easier than he was expecting, London was different from Ottawa, the people, the food, the nightlife. He neither loved or hated it, it was just different.
Shane had never been good with change, his parents were shocked when he announced that he had applied to study abroad for a year in England. To be honest, Shane had shocked himself too, he applied for the programme in a moment of madness and never thought he’d actually get accepted. Fast forward 3 months after he hit submit on the application and he was waving goodbye to his parents at the airport and boarding a flight to London Heathrow.
“This will be good for me, I think” he’d told his mother Yuna at the check in desk. Loading his bags onto the belt, he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.
“I know, I know. Part of me is worried as your mother, the other part is jealous you get to see London” she joked trying to diffuse some of the sad energy in the air. Shane’s father David stood quietly, clearly upset Shane was leaving but trying (and failing) to hide it.
“Once I get settled you can come and visit, it’s only for a year anyway! And if I get there and hate it the university said I can take a gap year and start back in Ottawa next September” he said staring at the floor. “I just think I would regret it if I didn’t at least give it a try”
Yuna smiled and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “My brave boy” she whispered, more to herself than to Shane. “Ok go before I cry for real, have a safe flight and text me when you land please”. She said patting Shane’s cheek gently.
“I will, bye guys, love you both”.
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Fast forward 6 months, Shane was well settled in London. He’d even made a few friends, joined a running club and local gay football team in Clapham. Everything was going well until his roommate Hayden decided to go and get himself dropped from his uni course.
“I’m sorry man, my parents are freaking out. They paid a lot of money for me to come here and I fucked it up.” Hayden said, wheeling the last of his suitcases to the door. He’d spent more time partying and doing basically anything but studying. His grades had gotten so low that the university kicked him off his course and he was being brought back to Canada by his parents.
“You’re an idiot dude, what am I going to do without you? They’re going to stick me with some Finnish cousin loving weirdo!” Shane joked as he pulled Hayden in for a hug goodbye.
“Ah you’ll survive just fine! Text me when you’re back in Ottawa and I’ll come visit”. And with that, Hayden wheeled his case out and shut the door.
3 days later Shane got an email with all the information about his new roommate Ryan. Ryan was from London and had been living in another set of dorms not far from Shane’s when a particularly heavy rain storm caused the roof to cave in. So now he was being moved into the international student dorms for the remaining few months for the semester.
Ryan wasn’t a total stranger, Shane had seen him around the dorms before and even at some of Shane’s football matches. Shane found out pretty soon after he moved in that was because his boyfriend Ilya played on the same team as Shane.
Ilya that Shane had been mildly obsessed with. Ilya that had been the main reason Shane had kept playing football when he didn’t even enjoy it that much. Blonde, muscular, kind of dicky Ilya that Shane was devastated to learn had a boyfriend.
Shane hadn’t spoken too much to Ilya, afraid of what he might say if he got too comfortable. He did however routinely stalk Ilyas instagram. It was mostly pictures of him topless in the mirror, or photographer shots of him during one of their football matches. There were no pictures of him and Ryan, hence the surprise at him having a boyfriend.
Of course he had a boyfriend. Look at him. All Shane did was look at him. Sometimes he’d see Ilya looking back. Wondering ‘is he staring at me? Or is he staring at me because I was staring at him?’
Either way the look on Ilyas face made Shane’s dick grow in his shorts. He has more than once gotten himself off over one of Ilyas gym selfies.
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Ryan had been living with Shane for about a month now. It was going well, for the most part. He was tidy, quiet, friendly. He’d join Shane on his runs and would make dinner for them almost every night. He didn’t make fun of Shane for how obsessively clean and tidy he was or how early he went to bed. All things considered, he was a good roommate and new friend.
The only problem/not problem was that Ilya was at their apartment almost every day. Shane had come into the kitchen in the morning more than once to find Ilya in his underwear making a coffee, or sitting on the sofa eating cereal. It was getting harder and harder for Shane to pretend he didn’t like it, harder not to stare. The black boxers Ilya wore left little to the imagination. Shane could see the very visible outline of his cock. It was big, even soft it was big. It made Shane’s mouth water and his hole clench.
If Ilya noticed shane staring, he didn’t make it obvious or say anything.
In fact, Shane may have hidden it too well. Much to his surprise, Ryan approached him this morning in the kitchen to suggest having a drink with him and Ilya tonight in the house. His exact words were “I’ve noticed you and Ilya don’t chat much, I hope it’s not a problem him being here all the time?” He said in a hushed voice, Ilya upstairs, getting ready Shane assumed.
“No no not at all, you know me. I’m not much of a talker”
Ryan didn’t look convinced. “I know we haven’t lived together long and are just starting to become friends but it’s important to me that you’re comfortable with him being around. If you aren’t I’ll tell him to stop coming over so much”.
No fuck, don’t do that.
“Honestly Ryan it’s fine! I promise, i’d tell you if it was bothering me”. That seemed to placate him.
“Ok as long as you’re sure. We were going to have a drink in the house tonight, if that’s ok with you? Please join us?”
Fuck
Shane didn’t have any plans tonight, he couldn’t lie and say he had football without Ilya catching him out. He didn’t trust himself around Ilya drunk. He’d avoided going on any team nights out for this exact reason. Shane liked to drink and party as much as any other 21 year old uni student but he had yet to drink and party around Ilya. Shane knows that his boundaries and thoughts become a bit more muddied when he has a drink. He’s worried that he might make a move on Ilya and get rejected.
Or maybe worse, make a move and not.
“Ok, yeah sounds good.” He said reluctantly.
“Great! How exciting, I want us all to be friends” Ryan beamed. “I have a 10am lecture, see you later? I should be home around 7ish. Bye Ilya” he shouted up the stairs, Ilya didn’t answer.
Ryan shrugged and headed for the door.
“See you later!” Shane said. Heading upstairs as he heard the door close.
Shane entered his own bedroom, getting undressed down to his underwear and grabbing a towel heading for the shower. The closer he got to the bathroom, he could see the door ajar and hear the water running.
Fuck
“That explains why you didn’t answer Ryan” Shane mumbled lowly to himself.
Through the crack of the door Shane could see Ilya through the steamy room, in the shower, wet and naked.
He stood there for a moment wondering how long was too long to be looking at someone naked without their consent. Or maybe Ilya wanted him to see. Why else would the door not be closed and locked. He knew Ryan was leaving for class, did he want Shane to find him?
Shane stood a few feet back from the door, towel over his shoulder hands hanging by his sides dangerously close to his cock.
Mesmerised by the vision in front of him. Ilya, soaping up his chest and arms in the shower. Oblivious to the audience watching him. Shane’s eyes travelled down the Russian man’s body, muscles on display, highlighting and looking impossibly defined by the water. His eyes continued to travel down as Ilya washed himself. His chest, his stomach, down to his. Fuck.
It was even bigger than Shane had thought. Nine inches easily. It hung heavy between Ilyas thighs. He gave it a couple of tugs as he began to wash himself. Soaping up his balls, rubbing the suds along his growing shaft. Fuck Ilya was getting hard and so was Shane. Shane closed his eyes, conflicted about whether or not he should be doing this. The obvious answer is no, but he couldn’t look away.
When he opened his eyes, he gasped quietly. Ilya was fully hard now. Standing in the shower slowly tugging on his cock. Was he going to jerk off properly? Shane really hoped the answer was yes.
Much to his delight, Ilya began stroke himself faster now. Shane was rock hard in his underwear. Eyes transfixed on Ilyas hand as it worked his cock in a way Shane had imagined himself doing too many times to count.
He slid his own hand into his boxers and started stroking himself, matching Ilyas own movements. He watched as Ilya braced himself against the tiles of their shower and picked up the pace. Muttering lowly, in Russian shane assumed, he couldn’t hear over the water.
Shane watched as Ilyas knees gave way slightly as he came all over the shower wall and his own hand. The water washing it away as fast as it came out.
Shane couldn’t stop himself from cumming in his boxers at the sight. Ilyas abs contracting, chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure.
As Shane finished he couldn’t rid himself of his thoughts. What would that taste like? I wish he’d cum down my throat instead. Does he fuck rough? Is he gentle? Could he hold me down and make me take it? Did he want me to see this? He wasn’t being very quiet. Maybe he wanted me to see wanted me to..
Before Shane could finish Ilya shut the water off and was reaching for his towel. Shane quietly wrapped his towel round his waist and waited outside the door. Pretending to just be approaching the bathroom as Ilya was exiting.
“Oh sorry!” He said as he ‘accidentally’ collided with a shirtless wet Ilya.
“Oh fuck, Shane sorry!” He said one hand grabbing Shane’s shoulder, the other holding on to his towel.
You’re not fully soft yet. Shane thought, glancing down to the very visible outline of Ilyas cock through the towel.
“Sorry I didn’t know you were still here, I wouldn’t have taken so long in there” Ilya said, seeming genuine.
“Ah don’t worry, I don’t have class until 11”. What was that Shane? An invitation?
We have time, if you want me to kneel down right now.
“Ok good good” Ilya said, smiling softly and moving aside to let Shane into the bathroom. Quietly going to Ryan’s room and closing the door. He sighed so loud Shane heard him through the wall.
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Shane jerked off in the shower, he came so hard his knees almost buckled.
Fuck
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Shane spent his entire lecture thinking about Ilya. Until his performance this morning, Ilya was nothing more than a fantasy for Shane. His roommates boyfriend, a taboo fantasy that he couldn’t have, shouldn’t want, someone that didn’t want him.
Now Shane wasn’t so sure, who jerks off in their boyfriends shower with the door open while their boyfriends gay roommate was in the house. Surely that wasn’t an accident?
Shane went to Ilyas instagram and hit follow, Ilya followed back almost immediately. Shane smiled, he wanted to test a theory.
He cleared his instagram close friends list and added only Ilya to it. Posting a picture of himself from the gym. Shirtless, sweaty and wearing only his 3inch black running shorts. The ones he knew looked good on him. He knew this because he’d had more than a few guys ask him to wear them while they fucked.
Roughly ten minutes had passed before he got the notification.
IlyaR81 liked your story
IlyaR81 replied to your story
Shane opened the message. It was just the arm muscle flexing emoji. Shane liked it and closed the app.
Shane’s theory was still to be proven correct. That was a fairly tame response, but a response nonetheless.
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Later that day he arrived home about 5pm after ditching his last class. The typical British weather had changed from mild to thunder and rain at the drop of a hat. Shane had barely made it in before it started pelting down rain. He opened the door into the apartment hanging his jacket on the coat rack in the small entryway.
The apartment smelled slightly of sweat and rain? Oh, the window is open. Wind lightly blowing the curtain.
The apartment was nice, simple. It had an open plan kitchen living area, sofa with a side unit pressed along its back separating the living room from the kitchen. The kitchen was modern with a small round table in the middle. Big enough to fit 3 comfortably, 4 at a push for dinner.
Shane was staring down at his phone, as he sat on the unit behind the sofa. There was music playing quietly from the speaker, someone must be home.
He opened instagram and saw a green circle around Ilyas story.
Gotcha.
He clicked on the story. The screen filling with a picture of Ilyas sweaty body, sitting exactly where Shane was sitting right now. From the neck down, pecs and abs glistening with sweat, wearing only their teams white football shorts. The outline of his cock visible as ever. The caption read, ‘Home workout 👍🏻’.
That was all the confirmation Shane needed, Ilya wanted Shane to see him in shower this morning.
As if on command, Ilya appeared down the stairs, still shirtless and clad only in the white football shorts Shane loved so much. Clearly not wearing any underwear.
“Oh hey, wasn’t expecting you home so early” Ilya said walking to the fridge and getting out two beers. He handed one to Shane and moved to sit at the table. Pulling out a chair and angling it towards where Shane was sitting.
“Yeah I ditched my last class, had enough of listening to lecturers read off the PowerPoint for today” he said, opening the beer and taking two big gulps, he set the bottle down beside him and stretched his arms over his head, letting his shirt reveal his happy trail.
“How was your workout?”
“Hm?” Ilya said looking slightly confused
“Your workout, I saw on your story you did a home workout?” Shane said wiggling his phone in the air a bit.
“Oh, you did?” You know I did. “Yeah it was good thanks, a sweaty one. 30 minute chest and abs”
“Nice one!” Shane said picking up the beer again.
“What about you? How was your workout?” Ilya asked, a slightly playful look on his face as he too took a large mouthful of beer.
“Oh yeah was good thanks. Just did some cardio and squats and stuff” Shane said trying to brush him off.
He knows you weren’t at the gym today. He knows that picture wasn’t today.
“Mm” Ilya said swallowing the beer. “Do you do a lot of cardio?” He asked, his tone suggestive, playful.
Two can play this game.
“Yeah, I like to get sweaty. Like to feel like I’ve really been worked hard, you know?” He said, taking another swig of his beer looking Ilya right in the eye.
“I’ll bet, cardio is good for stamina and endurance. Means you can go faster for longer Ilya said lowly, leaning back in the chair and spreading his legs a bit wider.
The two sat in silence for a few seconds, the music on shuffle began to play a song Shane knew. A song Shane like to play during sex. Use me - Jade.
Watch you, watching me as we intertwine. My body’s yours to objectify. Take all your sins if you’ll take mine
Cause I like it.
“You stare a lot, do you know that?” Ilya said, standing up holding his empty beer bottle. Shaking it at Shane as if to ask, want another?
Shane nodded and downed the rest of his beer.
“I do not” Shane said half heartedly, looking down at his hands now as Ilya laughed into the fridge.
“Oh yes you do” Ilya said closing the fridge.
The temperature in the apartment felt like it was rising, the smell of rain coming through the window, the beer, the music, Ilya in those shorts. It was all going straight to Shane’s dick.
Ilya opened the two beers and turned to face Shane, his dick swinging gently in the shorts as he crossed the room to hand Shane another beer.
It took all Shane’s strength not to drop to his knees there and then.
“At first I thought it was because you didn’t like me. Thought you were maybe sizing me up” he said with a slight groan as he sat, a noise that made Shane go from semi to fully hard in his jeans.
“Oh fuck off Ilya” the use of his name made Ilyas eyes widen and the imprint of his cock become even more visible.
“What? You don’t speak to me much, you never come on the team nights out, Ryan even asked me if I thought you didn’t like me”
“Why would I not like you?”
“You tell me?”
I’ll give you anything you want from me. Keep on soaking up my energy
“I’m just not good at meeting new people is all. It’s not personal” Shane said deflecting.
His eyes kept flickering to the very noticeable outline of Ilyas cock, hard in his shorts. His legs were spread now, not trying to hide it in the slightest.
“I’ve seen you chat plenty when new people join our team. Although, you don’t seem to stare much at them” Ilya brought the bottle to his lips again, resting one hand on his thigh where his cock had bunched his shorts revealing his skin.
Shane’s heart was hammering in his chest. He’d thought about this so many times. Never thought it was actually going to happen. Fuck Ryan would be home soon.
“I don’t stare at you either, don’t flatter yourself” Shane laughed, trying to play cool and drinking half his beer in one go.
“Oh?” Ilya said finishing his beer and letting the hand holding the bottle settle on his lap. Beside his cock
Fuck it’s bigger than the bottle
Shane’s mouth filled with saliva as his finished off his beer.
“Grab me another will you” Ilya said holding his empty bottle out for Shane to take.
As if pulled by a magnet Shane slid off from where he was perched and crossed the room. Ilyas fingers brushing his as he took the bottle from him.
Shane’s hands were shaking as he got two more beers out of the fridge.
Shane was no virgin and not usually this nervous. He also wasn’t usually about to (hopefully) fuck his roommates insanely hot boyfriend.
Shane knows he should feel guilty but he just doesn’t. He wants this. It seems like ilya wants this. Ryan doesn’t need to know.
Shane needs a minute to regain control, “I’m just going to go get changed, got a bit wet in the rain coming home” he said as he handed Ilya the new beer.
Before he could say anything Shane took his beer and bolted to his room. He drank the third beer in one go, freshened up a bit and changed into a tight black tank top, the gym shorts from his instagram story and a pair of white Nike socks. He chose to ‘forget’ his underwear.
He came back down stairs, use me by Jade still
Playing? The song wasn’t that long, he looked at Ilya who was looking at him. He must have put it back to the start.
“Do you like this song?” Ilya asked, although Shane had a feeling he already knew the answer
“Yeah it’s one of my favourites” Shane said climbing back onto the end table he was sat on before. Another beer magically waiting for him. He wasn’t drunk but was definitely feeling looser, more bold now.
“I actually usually play it during”
“During?” Ilya asked, “during what?”
Shane just gave him a pointed look drinking more of his beer. Ilya seemed to get the message.
“Ah I see, so you like to stare and you like to listen to music” Ilya said adjusting his erection over his shorts.
“Did you like what you saw this morning? Is that why you posted that picture for me?”
“Who says I posted it for you?”
“Oh so you don’t deny watching me this morning?”
Fuck, he was caught.
“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know you were in the shower and the door was slightly open. Curiosity got the better of me” Shane said, mostly the truth. Although he didn’t say sorry, because he wasn’t sorry.
“Is okay, you didn’t answer my question though”
“What question?”
“Did you like what you saw? Is that why you posted that picture, so I could see what you had to offer? See what you wanted me to have?”
Yes.
Shane was hard as a rock now, almost finished his fourth beer. Ilya was lazily stroking his cock over the top of his shorts.
“Answer me Shane” Ilya commanded, voice slightly louder now.
“Yes” Shane said, almost too quickly. “I did”
“Good boy” Ilya reaches for the hem of his shorts “would you like a closer look?”
Before Shane could answer Ilya pulled his shorts leg up so he could slide is cock and balls out the side. It was huge and thick, leaning against Ilyas naked stomach.
“We shouldn’t do this now” Shane glanced at the clock, it was 7:05pm. Ryan said he’d be home at 7. “Ryan will be home any minute”
Ilya smiled, stroking his cock slowly up and down the shaft. Pre cum beginning to glisten slightly on the tip.
“Don’t worry Hollander, he text to say he was starting drinks at the bar until the rain stops. Weather app says rain won’t stop until about 9pm”. He tucked his cock back into his shorts, finished his beer and stood up.
He crossed the room slowly, eyes locked on Shane the entire time.
He was now towering over Shane where he sat, his cock hanging heavy in his shorts in front of Shane.
The beer making him brave, Shane said “I’ve thought about this so many times. Gently reaching up to tuck one finger in the waistband of Ilyas shorts. Goosebumps appear on Ilyas skin.
“Everytime I came downstairs and you were making coffee in your underwear”
Shane began to gently trace the outline of Ilyas cock with the index finger of his other hand. The smell of rain still coming through the open window, the sound of the rain hitting the pavement, the music playing in the background creating the most delicious atmosphere.
Ilyas head fell back as Shane traced the outline of his cock, a moan falling from his lips. Shane smiled to himself, he had regained control. This was his fantasy, he was in charge.
I’m the one to set the tempo, you don’t go til I crescendo.
“Have you ever thought about me?” Shane asked, a manufactured shyness in his voice as he reached up the leg on Ilyas shorts gently brushing his fingers over Ilyas balls.
Ilyas head falls forward eyes locking on Shane, mouth hanging open. Barely audible he replies
“Yes, all the time”
“Good” he begins to slowly stroke the length of Ilyas shaft in his shorts. “Ryan’s a lucky boy, I didn’t think you’d be small but this is bigger than I’d hoped for” at that Ilya groans and holds on to Shane’s shoulder as Shane strokes him faster.
“Fuck” Ilya moans, “he says it’s too big, he doesn’t let me put it all in”
“Tsk tsk, bad Ryan. That’s not very fair is it” Ilya tenses slightly at the words. Shane’s stopped stroking Ilya now, Ilya lets out a sigh of relief.
You were about to cum, I knew it.
“When you fuck him do you wish it was me?”
Shane asks as he slides Ilyas shorts down his thighs. Letting them drop the floor. He takes Ilya in one hand and gently rubs his face on Ilyas shaft.
“Yes” is all Ilya can manage. His breathing heavy as Shane begins to suck the tip of his cock. “Mm” Shane says against the head, “I was just a few feet away the whole time, you could have snuck in and taken what you wanted”.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, not until this morning when I saw you watching me”
“You wanted me to watch you” Shane said tightening his grip on Ilyas cock. Ilya nods frantically
“I did”
Shane rewards his honesty and puts as much of Ilyas cock in his mouth as he can. Which turns out to be all of it. Burying his nose in Ilyas groin
“Fucking hell Shane” Ilyas hands are in Shane’s hair now, holding him in place as he gently fucks Shane’s mouth.
“Fuck youre not even gagging” Ilya says as he picks up the pace slightly. Shane hums in agreement around him
They continue like that for another few minutes
Your music fills my head, I want to be the best. You know I won’t let go
The rain, the music, the wet slap of Ilyas balls on Shane’s chin filling the room. Shane could cum from just this. But no, he wants more. He’s waited long enough.
Sorry Ryan
Shane pulls off Ilyas cock. Ilya whines in protest a Shane smiles.
“Don’t worry we aren’t done yet” Shane sits up straight, “kiss” he says tapping his finger on his lips.
Ilyas leans down holding Shanes face in both hands, kissing him hungrily. Shanes lazily stroking Ilyas cock as one of Ilyas hands travels down Shane’s back.
He angles Shane’s head up as he leans over Shane far enough to reach down the back of Shane’s shorts, grazing Shane’s hole. Ilya pulls away panting.
Shane takes the opportunity to lift Ilyas hand and suck on his fingers, getting them wet.
Shane pulls Ilyas hand out and gently pushes him back a couple of steps so he has room to manoeuvre out of his shorts without getting up from where he was sitting.
“You know I have a theory” Shane says pulling his shorts halfway down his thighs and leaving them there. Leaning his elbows onto the back of the sofa, legs folded up to his stomach.
“I’ve always thought this end table was the perfect height to get fucked on”
Ilya doesn’t reply, eyes transfixed on Shane’s exposed hole.
“Ilya” shane says gently pushing his foot into Ilyas stomach.
“I heard you” he says, “I think you’re right”
He takes the fingers Shane was sucking earlier and gently eases one into Shane’s hole. He leans over Shane’s body and kisses him while he pumps his hand in and out of shane.
“Fuck youre just as tight as I imagined” he says against Shane’s lips.
“Put another one in” Shane replies, his dick is so hard it hurts. Ilya obeys and slides a second finger in.
“Have you ever fucked Ryan in here?” Shane says, moaning as Ilya picks up the pace.
“I fucked him on the sofa once but I didn’t cum, he doesn’t take it very well. He can’t handle my size” Ilya said adding a third finger.
“If only you had someone else in the house that could handle it. Someone that doesn’t need gentle or slow”. Shane said sinking teeth into Ilyas shoulder, “wouldn’t that be good? Answer me Ilya”
“Fuck who knew you had this side to you. I thought you were a sweet Canadian boy” Ilya teased.
“I am, I’ve been corrupted by an evil Russian man. Coaxing me - fuck-“ ilya removed his fingers “into watching him cum in my shower”
Ilya took a step back, heading towards the stairs “where are you going?” Shane said sitting up more, worried he’d offended Ilya.
“To get a condom, I’ll be right back”
“Do you use a condom with Ryan?” Shane asked ,Ilya stopped on the bottom step, one hand on the rail.
Fuck he has a nice ass
“Well, no?” Ilya said, turning fully to Shane. Already walking back to him.
Good boy
“Then I don’t want one either” Shane said reach to Ilya as he came closer.
Ilya stood in front of Shane again, Shane laying back elbows leaning on the back of the sofa. Legs spread. He could feel Ilyas cock hanging heavy just a few centimetres from his now wet hole.
“Does he let you cum inside him?” Shane asked doing his best innocent boy look up at Ilya. Ilya stared back at him smiling, he let out a shaky breath.
“No he doesn’t like the feeling of it after” he didn’t need any further convincing. Ilya had already taken his cock in hand and began to press into Shane’s hole.
He pushed his entire cock in, in one go. Good thing Shane wasn’t lying about not needing him to be gentle.
“Fuck it’s so tight” Ilya said shakily pulling back out before sliding in again hard. One hand gripping under Shane’s ass, the other gripping the end table.
That’s all you use me for
“Yeah?” Shane said breathily as Ilya began fucking him properly now. Ilya was looking down between Shane’s legs to see his hole swallowing his cock.
“fuck you’re taking it all, feels so good”
Shane smiled as his cheeks bounced against the table with every thrust. Ilya reached forward to put two fingers in Shane’s mouth. Shane held his wrist and sucked as Ilya drilled into him hard and fast. Muttering in Russian pushing his fingers deeper into Shane’s mouth.
“Fuck I can’t believe we’re doing this. Ryan never takes me like this”
I win Shane thought. He doesn’t even dislike Ryan, but once he decides he wants something. He’s going to get it and he wanted this. He wanted Ilya inside him, fucking him hard, filling him up.
Shane pulls Ilyas fingers out of his mouth and holds Ilyas hand over his throat
“Fuck Ilya, he can’t take all of you. But I can”
That’s all you use me for
“I want you to use me Ilya. Fuck me hard whenever you want. Treat me like a slut” Shane could feel his orgasm building. Ilyas hand tightened around Shane’s neck.
“fuck, yeah? You are a slut aren’t you. Fuck I’m going to cum inside you” thrusting faster and faster.
“That’s it Ilya. You can do it. Come on” Ilyas mercilessly fucking into Shane now
“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, if you want me I’ll stop and let you fuck me” Ilya whimpered at that
Harder, harder, harder.
The entire end table is shaking now. The noise of the creaking wood mixing with the sound of the rain and the music. Ilyas gold cross bouncing wet and glistening against his chest
“Fuck Shane I’m so close, are you? I want you to Cum” Ilya says between thrusts. His rhythm faltering slightly. Shane can tell he’s getting tired. He’s not used to being able to go this hard.
Thats all you use me for
“Yes, fuck Ilya. Keep fucking me. You can do it, keep going. Be a good boy for me” Shane says, holding the wrist Ilyas hand still gripping Shane’s throat.
“I want you to use me Ilya, be a good boy for me. Cum inside me, use me to make yourself cum”. Ilya tightens his grip on Shane’s throat and slams into Shane, 6, 7, 8 times before he lets out a moan. Cumming deep inside Shane
Finally
Ilya folds forward, lying over Shane. His forehead pressed to Shane’s chest. Breathing heavily. Shane holds Ilyas head in both hands. Gently soothing him saying “You were so good, so good. Good boy Ilya” in a low whisper “such a good boy”. Petting Ilyas curls gently. Shane can feel how much Ilya came inside him, can feel it already starting to leak out.
He slowly lifts off Shane once he’s regained his composure. Shane lets his legs relax gently to the floor again.
“You didn’t cum” Ilya says, reaching for Shane. Shane gently grabs his wrist to stop him.“It’s ok, I’ll cum next time. This time was about you” Shane says standing, he brings Ilyas hand round to feel his hole.“Fuckkkkkkk” Ilya says gently playing with his own load that’s now starting to leak from Shane’s hole. “That’s so hot”
“Well worth the wait” Shane said pulling his shorts back up and kissing Ilya once, twice gently on the lips.“Go and get dressed, Ryan will be home soon.” Ilya immediately obeys and heads for the stairs.
Less than one minute later Shane hears keys in the door. He flings himself onto the sofa and covers himself with a blanket.
Ryan appears through the door. Clearly tipsy and slightly wet from the rain. He hangs up his umbrella and coat
“God it’s warm in here, did you guys have the heat on?”
“No” Shane says “it’s just really warm we even opened the window, not sure why it’s so warm”
Ryan shrugs and says “oh I love this song”. That’s when Shane realises Ilyas has set his
Spotify to play Use Me - Jade on repeat.
“Yeah me too”
It’s my favourite song to fuck to.
Shane knows he should feel guilty but the slight pain in his hole and the feeling of ilyas cum gently leaking out of him has turned his conscience off for tonight.
“Where’s Ilya?” Ryan asks getting two beers out of the fridge and handing one to Shane.
“Getting a shower and changed I think. I’m
Going to go up after him” Shane says taking the beer.
“Oh nice, I’m going to go get changed out of these clothes. Be back in a bit” Ryan says heading for the stairs.
“Cool” Shane says checking his phone. There’s a dm from Ilya on instagram. A disappearing picture.
Can I fuck you again later when he’s in bed? I’m hard again already.
That’s all you use me for…
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