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Ilya waited for the knock at the door, he knew it was bound to come soon. He had received the text already saying 'here!' Now he had to just wait for Shane to make his way to the door.
Boston had played in Montreal today, and it was a rough game. Going into overtime for a sudden death left Montreal winning 4-3, something Shane would be very annoying about, Ilya knew.
He waited in his hotel room, glancing out the big window into the city skyline. Normally they would meet at Shane's condo, but this time Ilya invited him to the hotel to change things up. Go back to their old ways for fun, hoping, praying, that maybe they could do something a little freakier. That if they went to a hotel, Shane wouldn't have to worry about clean up.
Ilya was thinking along of the lines of something new and simple, maybe a blindfold or stuffing Shane's mouth with something. His underwear maybe? Maybe more spit or potentially using cum as lube. Maybe no condom? No, he knew that mess was something Shane was really afraid of. That, also, maybe they were both afraid of what it would mean if they finally went without a condom together.
There was a rap at the door, Ilya quickly running to open it to let Shane in. Shane stood there, a hand over his nose as he walked in the door. He sniffled and pulled his hand away as he walked in, eyeing Ilya without a word.
"How's your nose?" Ilya asked.
Shane shrugged his shoulders.
"It's okay, still hurts a little. I got another bloody nose after the game, but it stopped pretty quick."
Shane had taken a hit to his face with a stick at tonight's game, blood dripping down his jersey and onto the ice.
"Not broken?" Ilya asked. "I am okay to fuck you then?"
Shane smiled with a laugh, putting his hands around Ilya's neck and leaning up to kiss him softly.
"Doctor said sex might help the pain, I'm all yours."
Ilya laughed, it was rare that he could get Shane to be playful with him, especially when they both were only here for sex. I mean, that's really all this was, right?
Ilya leaned down and kissed Shane hungrily, their teeth knocking together as his tongue fought to explore Shane's mouth. It was warm and tasted sweet, and almost... metallic. Ilya couldn't get enough.
Shane backed Ilya towards the bed as they kissed, moans filling the once silent room. Ilya's knees hit the bed, falling to sit on the edge. Shane took this second to pull away and tear off his shirt, Ilya following suit while not once taking his eyes off of the boy in front of him.
Shane leant down and kissed Ilya again, the kiss deeper and insatiable with each swipe of their tongues. Ilya held Shane's face close, Shane's hands reaching down to fumble with the button on his own jeans. He unbuttoned them and hooked his fingers in both his pants and briefs, sliding them down quickly without once breaking the kiss.
Ilya moaned into his mouth, it wasn't like Shane to not stop to fold his clothes, something inside of him must've been hungry for more. Ilya knew the hotel was a right choice, that something tonight was going to be new and different, exciting and exhilarating.
Shane straddled Ilya on the edge of the bed, grinding his bare cock against Ilya's clothed one, the friction causing him to pant into Ilya's mouth. Ilya couldn't believe the control Shane was taking, something really was different tonight.
Ilya threaded his hands into Shane's hair, unlatching their mouths and beginning to suck onto the soft skin of Shane's neck. He nipped and licked, Shane breathing heavily as he ground his hips down into Ilya's.
"Please," Shane fought to whisper out.
Ilya gave a pleasant hum, smiling into the warm skin. He kept one hand in Shane's hair, the other moving down to help Shane drag his hips against Ilya's. The friction felt phenomenal, but it wouldn't be enough to last long.
"What if we... try something new tonight?" Ilya suggested.
Shane couldn't bother to open his eyes, he was so worked up grinding against Ilya that he couldn't care less what they did, he just wanted to do it.
"Okay," Shane nodded quickly, gulping as he fastened his grips on Ilya's shoulders.
"Can- fuck. Can I suck you off, first? Need a second," Shane panted, he was close already just from dragging his cock against Ilya's pants.
Ilya smiled and kissed Shane once before speaking into his mouth.
"I could never say no to that," he purred.
Shane hastily stood up, his lips swollen but somehow his cock an even deeper shade of red. Ilya couldn't help but stare at the leaking tip, thinking about how badly he wanted to taste Shane.
He fumbled for his waistband as Shane dropped to his knees below him, tugging on the fabric as if he could will it to disappear. Ilya raised his hips, drawing his pants down his legs, Shane yanking it from his ankles and tossing them to the side.
"Eager?" Ilya teased.
"Need to taste you," Shane breathed, his hands instantly placing a firm grip at the base of Ilya's cock.
Ilya hissed at the sudden contact, Shane's warm hands bringing it to rest on his lips as his tongue sloppily lapped at his tip. He hollowed his cheeks out and dropped his head, half of Ilya's hard cock sitting in his mouth as the other half was being petted by his hands.
This had easily become one of Ilya's favorite things in the world, watching how needily Shane sucked on him. How he moaned at just the heavy weight on his tongue, his drool slipping out of the corners of his mouth.
"Atta, boy. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."'
Shane hummed to the best of his ability, his focus too far gone on bobbing his head as far down as he could go. Ilya felt Shane's nose brush along the hair at the base of his cock, running a hand through his hair to hold him still.
"Hollander, I'm not going to last if you keep doing this," Ilya croaked.
Shane opened his eyes to look at Ilya through his eyelashes, a guttural groan leaving Ilya's chest at the sight of those pretty big brown eyes staring back at him.
Shane slowly pulled his mouth of with a pop!, never once breaking eye contact. He gave a little sniffle and ran the back of his hand across his nose and mouth, collecting any extra spit that hadn't already dried down.
"Fuck, you look so good," Ilya said.
Shane smiled as he sat back on his heels waiting for his next instructions.
Ilya crawled backwards to the pillows, resting on his elbows as he looked down to Shane.
"Come take a seat."
Ilya patted his own chin and watched as Shane's eyes widened.
"Are you- really? Are you sure?" He asked shakily.
"Yes, I'm going to open you up. Come on."
Shane stood up with a breath, slowly crawling up the bed towards Ilya.
"How... Where should I go?"
Ilya smirked, reaching for Shane's thighs.
"You put your thighs here, and you face that way."
Shane's jaw went slack, he ran his sweaty hands down his thighs, obviously a little nervous.
"You will be okay, Hollander. Just take a seat," Ilya said softly.
Shane gulped and nodded, turning his body and shuffling on his knees towards Ilya's head. He slowly lifted a knee and placed it to straddle his face, both hands flat against the bed on either side of Ilya's waist.
"Good boy," Ilya cooed.
Shane felt a shiver run up his spine as he could feel Ilya's hot breath against his hole. Without meaning to he rucked his hips back in anticipation. Ilya smiled at the sight in front of him, raising his head to lick a long stripe from behind the base of Shane's balls to his hole.
"Oh- fuck, my god," Shane shuddered.
Ilya took that as his go ahead, Shane grinding his hips down into Ilya's face. Ilya began to lick and lap frantically, smearing his spit anywhere he could reach. His tongue drew small circles around his rim, poking and prodding any chance that he could get. Slowly, he licked his way into the tight muscle, the squeeze around his tongue heavenly.
"Jesus Christ, Ilya. That- that feels so fucking good."
Shane panted heavily, rocking his hips back and forth on Ilya's tongue. Ilya's spit dripped down the inside of his thighs, his body shivered. Shane slowly brought a hand up to touch Ilya, his aching cock just swaying in Shane's face like a prize.
Shane grabbed it tightly, dropping his head down to circle Ilya's tip once more. Ilya hissed at the contact, quickly resuming his activity of penetrating Shane with his tongue.
Ilya couldn't believe how he had Shane like this, boldly on top of him and sucking him while Ilya tongue fucked his hole. It was truly a sight to behold. He let out a groan against Shane's hole and he could hear Shane moan above him.
They both moved frantically, like they couldn't get enough of each other. Ilya could feel how slick and wet his cock was, Shane bobbing dramatically on it.
"Oh, fuck! Shit- god," Shane exclaimed.
Ilya felt the air hit his cock, and his tongue suddenly empty. Shane hadn't sounded excited when he said that. Shane quickly got off of Ilya, rolling to the side.
Ilya propped himself up on his elbows to see Shane with a hand covering his face.
"What's wro-" Ilya was cut off as he glanced at his own cock.
It was bright red, and so were his hips. A slimy red substance covered him, the same that was on Shane's mouth and chest.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't even realize-" Shane choked out, his hand still covering his nose.
Something felt like it had awoke in Ilya. Some primal, animalistic feeling that tore through him. He was so unbelievably turned on.
Ilya quickly sat up, pulling Shane's hand from his face and yanking his body back into him. Shane gasped as Ilya latched his lips onto Shane's, he tasted so metallic and raw.
Shane pulled away to the best of his ability, blood still slowly seeping from his nose.
"Ilya-"
"Keep going, you'll be fine," Ilya growled.
He pulled Shane in for another heated, messy kiss.
"But- but it's all over us," he mumbled against his lips. "It's going to get everywhere!"
Ilya ignored him, hungrily kissing at him and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Sure, it wasn't the most sanitary, but he couldn't help just how primal he felt.
Ilya pulled away and licked at Shane's neck, the metal taste coating his tongue. Shane moaned, leaning into the feeling.
"Get on me. You're going to ride my cock," Ilya snarled into Shane's ear.
Shane nodded his head and hurriedly climbed atop Ilya, straddling his thighs. Ilya reached over to the bottle of lube he had plainly set on the nightstand when he first arrived. He tossed the bottle of lube to Shane, reaching back for a condom that sat next to where the lube had been.
"D-don't!" Shane yipped.
Ilya turned to face him, his jaw slackening.
"It's... We're already messy," Shane said shyly, a heat rushing to his cheeks.
Ilya just groaned and threw his head back into the pillows. He felt the cold lube hit his throbbing cock, Shane giving him a slick up and down once over to ready him. Ilya looked down at the now pink gel covering him, Shane's initial blood having dried along his thighs.
Shane tossed the bottle to the side, lifting himself up with the help of Ilya's hands, and guiding himself down.
"Fuck, fuck," Shane whimpered, sliding down inch by inch.
Ilya purred at the sight of Shane sinking onto his cock, his nose and chin covered in blood and his hole squeezing him so perfectly. He could only imagine that his face must look the same from kissing him.
Shane sat still for a second once he was completely filled, resting his hands on Ilya's broad chest. A drop of blood fell from his nose, splashing onto Ilya's pec. Shane moaned and rolled his eyes back at the sight of it.
"So... full," he mumbled.
"You're so pretty on my cock, sweet boy. You're so good at taking all of me," Ilya cooed, caressing Shane's cheek, his thumb leaving a small trail of blood across it.
Shane whimpered into the touch, his hips beginning to slide back and forth. Ilya breathed heavily, his hands sliding to Shane's hips to help his motion. Shane picked himself up and slammed himself back down, repeating the action so he could feel it wreck his prostate each time.
"That's right, Shane. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Shane picked up his pace, up and down, back and forth. Soon dragging his hips in circles, his fingernails digging so deeply into Ilya's chest that Ilya thought he may begin to bleed to.
"Feel so- fuck, Ilya. Feel so good. You fill me up so perfect," Shane cried out, gasping every time he frantically rocked his hips.
"I love fucking you. I wish you could see yourself, this pretty red all over you," Ilya strangled out.
It truly was a sight to behold, Shane's pretty face with dried blood on it. His mouth open in ecstasy, his eyes glazed over and fighting to not roll back and get stuck. The metallic smell and the musk in the air was almost intoxicating. So nauseatingly sexy and dirty and nasty.
Ilya's chest heaved as he stared at the glistening, spent boy on top of him chasing his orgasm. Shane moved to prop his hands behind Ilya, leaning down to ingulf him in the wettest kiss possible. Ilya kissed on his lips, his tongue prodding around Shane's mouth until Shane sucked on it like a pacifier.
Shane groaned into the kiss, his new position giving Ilya somehow even deeper access to his prostate. Shane reached a hand down, grabbing Ilya's own hand, and brought it to his neck. Ilya looked up at Shane for confirmation, but Shane was too far gone to use his words. His little whimpers and panting breaths were all he was capable of anymore.
Ilya hooked his hand around Shane's throat, giving it a tight squeeze, and began fucking his hips up into Shane. Shane cried out as best as he could with Ilya's constricting hand around his windpipe.
"Jesus, Hollander. You look so fucking good," Ilya grunted.
Shane's jaw lay slack, his mouth open and drool falling from it. His eyes were completely rolled back, so blissed out and for the taking.
Ilya thrusted as fast as he could manage, he could feel Shane's hole start to contract around him, his body spasming on top of him.
"Shane, sweetheart? Are you going to come?"
Shane couldn't speak, just a soft whimpering sound left his mouth.
"Words, Shane. Need to know you're okay."
Shane opened his eyes, his arms were close to limp as they trembled to hold himself up against Ilya's chest.
"Need to come, Ilya. Please," he pleaded, his brown doe eyes gazing and blurring.
Ilya quickly wrapped both of his arms around Shane's back, one hand reaching up to cradle his head against his chest. He fucked up so violently into Shane's limp body, Shane crying out and panting with every thrust.
"Yes, please, Ilya! Fuck, gonna come, gonna come," he whimpered out, his cheek pressed up against the solid muscle of Ilya's chest.
Ilya held him tightly against him, his hips and knees starting to ache. He felt Shane take a deep breath, his body beginning to convulse on top of him as his cock spurted hot white ropes between their sandwiched bodies.
Shane's back arched and pushed his body as far into Ilya's chest as he could manage, Ilya's hands still tightly wound around his back and cradling his head. He felt his own release just at the tipping point, Shane's hole fluttering around him so tightly.
"Fuck, Shane, I'm-" Ilya was cut off by a loud growl ripping through his chest.
He writhed under Shane as the shockwaves racketeered through his entire body, his toes curling and his neck pushing as far back into the pillows as possible.
He could feel how sticky and sweaty Shane was on top of him, his body completely limp against Ilya's. Little whimpers came from the headiest voice, Shane's eyes squeezed shut. Ilya caught his breath, looking down at the man on top of him, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of him.
"Shane, sweetheart, breathe. Come on," He whispered, rubbing a hand alongside Shane's back. "Are you okay?"
Shane murmured, but Ilya was unsure if he was speaking any real words.
"Shane?" Ilya asked again, more concerned this time.
"'M okay," Shane said, his voice hoarse. "Felt so good. 'M floating."
Ilya chuckled and rubbed his back again, holding him so tightly and kissing his forehead over and over again.
"You were so good for me. So hot, and nasty, and so good," Ilya hummed against Shane's sweaty hair.
Shane mumbled something against Ilya's chest, but again Ilya didn't hear it.
"Hm?"
"Said that was new. We've never done that."
Ilya blushed red, thankful that Shane couldn't see him, but he was sure he could hear his heart thumping against his chest.
"I thought the 69 would be sexy, yes. I didn't expect to be so turned on by your bloody nose though."
He felt Shane smile against his chest, then in almost a quick turn of events, Shane lifted his head with his eyes wide.
"Oh my god, I bled everywhere," he said, the panic filling his eyes.
"Is okay, I will pay cleaning fee," Ilya chuckled.
"Not that! It's- it's so gross! How- we kissed and I could taste it!" Shane said, exasperated.
"Mmm, you liked it. Have never seen you so... dizzy. So intoxicated." Ilya coaxed, softly grabbing Shane's face to kiss him.
Shane kissed back with more fervor than he meant to, he hated to admit how good Ilya looked with blood across his mouth. How sexy he looked, like he had just got in a fight and then fucked Shane.
"I can't believe you didn't let me clean it up," he breathed, slumping back down onto Ilya's chest. "So gross."
"Okay, fine. Will never fuck you with bloody nose again, my bad," Ilya replied playfully.
"No!" Shane said, almost a little too quickly.
"It was sexy," he admitted bashfully. "But now I feel nasty and want to shower."
"Mmm, yes. Shower blood off and then fuck you again."
"Fuck you," Shane joked.
"Well, yes. Is what I said. Let's shower and then I will fuck you again."
Ilya pinched Shane's sides playfully, a giggle leaving Shane's throat. He rolled off of Ilya, off of the bed, and fought to stand against his wobbling legs.
Ilya chuckled, he thought Shane looked like a baby deer learning to walk. Shane turned and shot a glare at him, turning back around and slowly stepping his way to the bathroom.
Ilya watched as Shane turned the bathroom light on, finally taking a glance at himself. Ilya could only imagine what he looked like if Shane was the one that was bleeding and looked like he took a nasty right hook, just like the one he got from that stick earlier.
"Oh my god! Ilya!"