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Shane had heard his friends have sex before. He had roomed with Hayden for most of his career as a Metro, hearing whispered phone conversations from the bathroom. He had stayed at JJ’s condo one night, too late and too tipsy to go home after a night out with the team, the girl J.J. had brought back for the night wasn’t silent by any means. He and Ilya once walked right into Chouinard’s place, the team was all going for drinks and Shane believed if you weren’t early you were late. By the sounds coming from the room down the hall, he had been extremely wrong in that belief.
The one thing each of those interactions had in common (other than the glaringly obvious) was that it was awkward after. Not forever. Just for the next hour or so, maybe the day after. Conversations were stilted and filled with forced chuckles. Shane carried a constant flush on his cheeks. The other would try to wave it off but not quite come off as unbothered as they wanted to.
So the morning after Ilya had almost fucked Shane clean through the wall and into Bood’s hotel bed he expected the same. To get on the bus and ignore the rest of the world until everyone went back to normal. It seemed the other guys didn’t have the same idea.
He and Ilya placed their bags on the ground, thanking the bus driver as he shuffled them alongside everyone else’s in the luggage bay. Ilya stepped on first, always willing to take the worst of it, shield Shane from any and all embarrassment or humiliation - no matter how lighthearted.
But none of it came. They stepped over sprawled legs in the aisle, all they got were “Morning Cap’”s and “Hey Hollzy”s. Ilya stepped back to let Shane take the window seat before slouching down and closing his eyes in his own next to him.
He saw Bood walking down first, eyes on his phone, coffee in hand. Shane’s heart leapt to his throat, he couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement.
Whatever it was didn’t matter because in the end he ended up taking the window seat opposite of Shane, not even acknowledging them as he continued scrolling. Wyatt was next, slower moving toward his seat as he stopped to chat with their other teammates.
“It doesn’t matter Young, anyone in Marvel could take Batman” he called out as he got closer, a smile on his face “just cause you weren’t born when the first Iron Man movie came out…” he trailed off as a balled up pair of headphones lobbed into his head. He laughed and launched them back.
“Morning boys” he drawled out, taking a seat next to Bood “oh coffee, great” he chirped happily as he snatched the cup from Boods hand and took a sip. Bood just reached over and smacked the back of his head before taking it back.
“Touch my coffee again and you won’t be alive to see the next Marvel movie” he deadpanned before taking his own sip and going back to his phone.
“Shesh, someone’s moody” Troy said as he sat in front of Ilya and Shane. Shane stiffened, he hadn’t even seen him come on the bus. His heart was pounding, were they going to talk about it? Or ignore it completely? Is that what Shane wanted? The pit in his stomach was too confusing for 7am but it wouldn’t go away.
“Speaking of moody, did you notice Dale was extra cranky last night?” Troy commented, sending the other two into a conversation about the temperament of their equipment manager.
“He is moody because you three never shut up. Is too early. Go to sleep” Ilya grunted and rolled closer toward Shane who froze. He looked up, the others eyes were on them, for the first time since before they got off the bus. He looked from one to the other quickly, trying to see if there were any signs of…something. Disgust, maybe? Or embarrassment?
He averted his gaze too fast for him to gauge where they all stood. Ilya groaned and grabbed his arm, maneuvering it until it was laid across Ilyas shoulders “relax моя любовь, is okay” he whispered, Shane felt his body calm the slightest amount.
“Maybe he’s moody because he’s sick of your shit Roz, ever think about that?” Bood quipped back, an eyebrow raised but a smirk on his face. Ilya just flipped him off without looking up.
Shane relaxed more and more as time went on. The rest of the bus ride went as smooth as it could with Ilya being interrupted in his attempt to sleep when the others decided to perform their a capella version of “What Hurts The Most” by Rascal Flatts. They arrived at the airport for their morning flight back home without incident.
Before Shane knew it, he was cozied up on the team plane, blanket on his lap, headphones on, eyes closed before they began moving across the tarmac. The night before not forgotten, just pushed to the back of his mind for now. He’s sure he’d have some sort of spiral about it, but that was for later.
~~~
Later it seemed - came just as he stepped into the shower. His own shower with his own products in his own home. Like being removing himself from the environment was the trigger for panic.
He tried to steady his breathing as he shampooed his hair with shaking hands. Thoughts assaulted his brain with rapid fire succession. None of them made much sense, but his panic attacks were never all that rational.
He was soaping up his thighs when Ilya stepped in, wrapping him in his arms and shushing him.
“You did so well, sweetheart. So well for me. You were such a good boy. I’m so proud of you” he kept whispering praises into Shane’s wet hair, placing soft kisses to his shoulders.
Once Ilya has rinsed the remaining suds from their bodies, he wrapped Shane in a soft, warm towel. It must’ve come straight from the dryer.
He warmed him up, dried him off, and slipped him into the softest sweatpants he owned.
They lid in bed, Shane clutching onto Ilyas solid frame as he tried to force away the trembles.
“What if they hated it?” He whispered into Ilyas neck. Ilya made a disagreeing sound, wrapping his arms tighter around Shane’s shoulders, burying Shane’s face further into his collarbone.
“I know we have not talked about it. That is on me. We should have. I am sorry” Ilya started, Shane made a noise to protest but Ilya beat him to it “no, I should have. I knew you enjoyed it, but I should have talked to you anyway” he traced his finger down Shane’s back, circling little freckles he could find on his way.
“I don’t want you to be scared, or nervous, or embarrassed” he hummed “I talked to them” he said and Shane felt himself go rigid again, his breathing picking back up as he sat up, staring at Ilya with wide eyes.
“Only today, not before. Which we should have, again I’m sorry” he was quick to reassure but Shane was still reeling. “I asked them if it was okay, if they liked it” he said softly, hand coming up to cup Shane’s cheek. “They do. I promise. We can talk to them together at some point, we probably should. But I need you to know they liked it, they do not regret it”.
Shane slowly felt the cogs start to turn in his brain again, thoughts trickling back in past the shock. His face started heating as he processed Ilyas words. They liked it. Didn’t regret it. It was okay. He let out a breath it seemed he had been holding since Bood walked onto the bus this morning. Still feeling just a slight tilt on his axis, but more centered than before.
Ilya was quiet as he let Shane think, giving him the space he needed.
“And you?” He asked, Ilyas eyebrows scrunching in confusion “did you like it?” Shane asked again, suddenly feeling insecure. Ilya chuckled and brought Shane’s face down, touching their lips together, speaking into his mouth “I loved it”.
Shane whimpered and surged forward to connect their lips. Their mouths moving together slow and deep and dirty.
“You liked it too, yes?” Ilya panted into his mouth, pulling Shane’s thigh over his own so he was being straddled.
Shane nodded “Y-yeah. Loved it”. Ilya rested his forehead on Shane’s, mouths no longer connected, but panting hot air into each other. Shane could feel Ilyas cock filling up under him. He ground down once, watching Ilyas eyes flutter before locking back on his own.
“Want me to tell you what they said?” He asked, gripping Shane’s hips and moving them in a slow grind against his own. Shane bit his lip, closed his eyes and nodded.
“Wyatt told me he pulled the chair over, sat right next to the wall. He could hear every little sound” Ilya brushed his thumbs under the waistband of Shane’s sweatpants. Shane’s breath coming quicker at the confession.
“Bood said he’d never been so hard. Said he almost called back just to hear you better” Shane moaned as Ilya pulled his hips down harder, faster. His own breath coming quicker as he pulled Shane closer.
“Would you like that? If he called back?” Shane nodded and gasped, opening his eyes and looking down at Ilya, pupils blown, sweat at his hairlines, shoulders bunching in his effort to fuck Shane through his clothes.
“Maybe we do that sometime. Maybe we video call them. Let them see you” Shane whined and planted his hands on the headboard behind Ilyas head, using it to grind down harder. Feeling the burning in his stomach already.
“What did-“ he cut himself off with a moan as Ilya leaned up and captured his nipple between his teeth “what did Troy say?” He asked, desperate for the last piece, needing it to push him over the edge.
“Said he had his cock out before we even started, they all did” Ilya circled his nipple with his tongue, reaching up with one hand as he gripped Shane’s hair, pulling back and forcing eye contact “said he was the one who told you to cum” and that was it. Shane cried out, his hips shuddering as Ilya worked him through his orgasm, bringing himself to his own as he watched Shane fall apart above him.
They sat like that, Shane on top of Ilya, panting for air, foreheads rested together for a couple minutes. Coming down from the high.
Ilya was the first to move, gently rolling Shane to the other side of the bed, and letting him fall back into the pillows. He carefully slipped the now ruined sweats off his legs, dropping them into the hamper on his way to the ensuite.
He came back a moment later, his own sweats discarded (probably on the bathroom floor) and carrying a washcloth. Making quick work of cleaning Shane up, he kissed along the insides of his thighs as he went.
“So good for me, always so good for me” is the last thing he heard before he was swept away to sleep, feeling ghosts of kisses along his ribs.
~~~
Practice the next day had been easier than Shane had anticipated. There were no lingering looks, no side comments, nothing out of the ordinary. Other than Ilyas constant presence, but even that was semi normal.
They finished up the last of their drills, Bood and Troy were collecting pucks, Ilya gathering the practice cones scattered around the ice. Shane leaned back against the boards as he tried to steady his breathing. It hadn’t been relaxing practice, that’s for sure.
Wyatt skated over, colliding with the boards next to Shane and smiling. “That last shot was good, if I wasn’t so great it might’ve went in” he teased, Shane rolled his eyes, scoffing playfully. His conversation with Ilya last night, and again this morning, had calmed him immensely.
He also found comfort in the fact that he couldn’t be mocked if they had cum too. It felt a little like when he and Ilya first started sleeping together. Can’t tell on me without telling on yourself.
“Says the guy who got distracted by a fruit fly mid game” he shot back, Wyatt holding his hand to his chest in mock offence “we were up 5-0, and there had been 11 shots on me. Excuse me if I thought you didn’t need me”.
Before Shane could continue jabbing, Troy and Bood skated past them, a crate of pucks in each of their arms. “Yeah guys, just stand there and look pretty while we do all the work” Troy called back as he set the crate down.
“Yeah Hollzy, get your ass in gear” Wyatt said, pushing Shane’s shoulder, who just rolled his eyes and made his way to the bench where the others were “oh no. I was talking to you. Shane’s allowed to stand there and look pretty. You physically can’t” Troy retaliated, looking Wyatt up and down with a teasing scowl on his face. Shane’s felt a flush take over.
“Hey! I’m very pretty, thank you very much!” He yelled back, Ilya came to a stop, looking between everyone with a raised eyebrow.
“No you’re not” Ilya said plainly “Shane is pretty. You are not pretty like Shane” he continued, furthering the redness in Shane’s cheeks.
“That’s what I said!” Troy said, raising his hand for a high five. Ilya dropped the cones next to the pucks and gave Troy a look.
“You called my husband pretty?” He asked, Bood cackled and pat Troy on the shoulder as he let his hand fall back to his side.
“I’m just teasing Roz, look at his face” Troy exclaimed, causing all eyes to fall on him. They were all smiling, Ilyas was a little more heated. Something darker than playful banter between teammates.
“Is my job to tease pretty husband. Not yours” Ilya said, putting his arm around Shane’s shoulder and guiding him back through the gates toward the locker room.
“Yeah but we can help” Bood called after them, Shane turned to look at him - stunned - he received a wink in response.
Shane was quick with getting his gear off and packed away. He was showered and ready to go before Ilya had so much as removed his helmet. He seemed too engaged in the jokes and conversations flowing through the room as everyone got ready to go home.
By the time most of the guys had cleared out, Ilya had made it down to the bottom half of his gear. He sent a look to Shane, tilting his head and beckoning him over. Shane made his way, stepping over sweat covered jerseys and rouge pieces of gear.
“I think we talk to them today” he said, nodding back at Troy, Bood, and Wyatt who were also conveniently only half undressed. Shane stiffened and looked between Ilya and the three huddled together in quick succession. “We do not have to. But I think we should. Soon. Before anything else happens” he said calmly, leaning back from untying his skates and placing a hand on Shane’s arm.
Shane swallowed, he was nervous but Ilya was right. The only thing worse than having the inevitably awkward conversation was not having it and something going wrong. He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
Ilya nodded, sending him a reassuring smile before returning to his laces and turning his head toward the others.
“Hey! Boys” he called. Everyone left in the room looked toward him and Shane gulped. He knew the others wouldn’t know what they were talking about but having everyone’s eyes on them made him jittery. Once everyone realized he wasn’t talking to them they went back to their previous conversations. The other three staring at Ilya with surprise and maybe hesitation.
“Our place after, I’ll order food” he said simply before looking back to the task at hand. The other three looked to Shane who tried to keep the pink in his cheeks away by biting at a hangnail and looking to the ground. God, this was going to be weird.
~~~
By the time they made it back to their house, there was no time for a mini freak out because the others had followed in their own cars, parking behind Ilya in their driveway.
Ilya leaned over, placing a kiss on Shane’s cheek “you say the word and they go. We don’t do anything else” he reassured him, holding him in place to keep eye contact. “I know. Thank you. I’m good, promise” Shane tried to inject as much confidence in his words as possible. Ilya searched his eyes for something, and whatever he found must have been good enough as he placed one more kiss on Shane’s lips and pulled away.
The others followed them in, as if they were waiting for the couple to move before they got out of their cars.
“Food should be here soon, Indian okay with everyone?” Ilya asked, kicking his shoes off and throwing his jacket over the back of a chair.
Shane huffed before straightening his shoes and hanging up their jackets. When he was done, the others had migrated to the living room, Ilya leaning back against the island counter with his arms crossed, smiling at him.
“Such a good little housewife, моя любовь” he cooed and Shane scoffed “Fuck off”. Ilya just smirked and lead him into the living room with a hand on his lower back. He guided him straight to the love seat to the left of the main couch where the others have migrated to.
“I think we have some things to talk about” Ilya dove straight in, the others sitting up straighter than a second ago, Shane sinking down into the cushions.
Nobody said anything as they stared wide eyed at Ilya. He let another few tense seconds pass before sighing and leaning back, putting an arm around Shane. “Nobody has anything to say?” He prompted, hoping one of them would continue the stilted conversation.
“I’m sorry” Wyatt was the first to speak, surprising to Ilya as his eyebrows rose. “We shouldn’t have been listening, and I know you guys kind of insinuated you liked it last time, but we still shouldn’t have done it without your guys permission” he was rambling now, the winded explanation made Ilyas eyes roll with a groan.
“Shut up Hazy” Ilya interjected, the other snapping his mouth shut and cast his eyes to the floor “He liked it” he started, causing another groan. This time from Shane as he covered his face with his hands. “We both did. I’m assuming you three did as well?” Ilya asked with his typical smirk.
The others blushed, not as much as Shane, but the solidarity felt nice regardless. “Well yeah” Troy spoke this time. Ever since Ilya had told him it was Troy who had given him permission Shane’s stomach flipped any time Troy opened his mouth, which was unfortunate seeing as Troy normally wouldn’t shut up.
“Then no more sorry” Ilya shook his head once, giving them each a look before turning to Shane “that includes you, моя любовь” his tone softer, Shane hummed in response and turned toward the window, avoiding looking in anyone else’s direction.
“I’m serious. There is nothing to be embarrassed about” Ilya whispered which was fruitless as you could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room was, but he appreciated the sentiment.
When Shane didn’t respond Ilya took his jaw in his hand and forced his gaze back to him, stroking his cheek with his thumb and smiling. “What is more embarrassing? Coming on your husbands dick, or cumming in your own hand while listening like perv?”
That got a reluctant smile from Shane, and an offended jeer from the others. “Oh shut up, you are all pervs. Is okay though, so are we” Ilya waved them off, his soft smile turning heated in a second, looking down to Shane’s lips before leaning forward and kissing Shane like he needed it to live. His tongue pushing its way through Shane’s lips, tangling with his own.
A whimper caught in Shane’s throat as Ilya bit his lip, pulling it back and letting it fall back into place. Someone’s breath stuttered from the other couch, Shane wasn’t sure who’s it was but it made him react all the same. Deepening the kiss, running his hands into Ilyas hair and pulling him closer.
Ilya pulled back, tracing Shane’s bottom lip with his thumb before looking toward the other three. “Now we discuss. What is a yes, what is a no. Simple” he leaned back against the couch again, as calm as he was before.
“What do you mean? Obviously what happened is a yes for me” Bood said, looking confused. The others nodded, the same complexed look on their faces. Ilya sighed.
“Must I explain everything for you? I know you are into what happened before. I’m talking about more. Are you okay with more phone calls? Video calls? Pictures? Being in the room? Being…involved? All that stuff” each point on Ilyas list made Shane’s cock twitch. They might not be into those things and if not Shane would step back and never bring it up again. But if they were…he may be embarrassed, but that made it hotter somehow.
Troy, Bood, and Wyatt just stared at them, looking back and forth as if watching a ping pong game. Mouths hanging open in shock. “You guys would be okay with all that?” Wyatt asked, looking at Shane as he said it, picking up on the obvious fact that Shane was the more reserved of the two.
Shane groaned and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch down over himself, it had been embarrassing enough, but having to tell them what he was okay with. What he wanted. That was beyond humiliation.
“Shane, relax” Ilya laughed and pulled at the blanket, letting it fall from his face. “Is okay, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do” he said softly, brushing a thumb over Shane’s heated cheek. “But I think you do want those things, yes?” Ilya sounded sincere, but there was the slightest tint of mocking in his voice making Shane shiver.
“Yeah” he whispered, refusing to look in the direction of the other three, but he could hear them breathing, could hear one of them shuffling in place on the couch.
“Okay, so we do those things” Ilya says simply, like those words weren’t enough to send everyone else in this room to an early grave.
Before anyone could even comprehend what had just happened, Ilyas phone went off and he muttered something about food. He pressed a kiss to Shane’s temple and walked in the direction of the front door.
“So” Bood spoke up “I know Ilyas okay with this. He’s a sex demon” that got a chuckle from the others, seeming to pull them out of their stupor. “But I just wanted to check with you. We’re not pressuring you into anything, are we?” He asked, Shane smiled softly at the concern laced in his voice, met his eyes for a second and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to, I promise” he hoped his voice was steady, this was weird yeah but he wouldn’t want to ruin this before it even started by being too nervous to speak up. He was too excited for that, even if his brain needed to catch up with his body.
Ilya waltzed back into the room, bags of food in arms. “Troy turn on TV, your stupid old team is playing. Want to watch them lose to team called ‘Cheeses’” Ilya gestured to the remote sitting on the table next to Troy.
Just like that, the awkwardness faded away. Replaced by teammate banter and game talk. They ate while laughing at Troy’s old teammates, discussed game strategy for when they played Toronto in a few weeks. It was blissfully normal.
Until the last period. The food had been cleared away, lights were dimmed, the TV still playing the game, just at a lower volume. Everyone seemed to be losing focus. Drifting to their earlier conversation. Though nobody commented on it.
Shane flinched as Ilyas hand came to rest on Shane’s thigh that was still covered in the blanket from earlier. He turned to look at him, but Ilya had his eyes trained on the game, eyes flicking back and forth while watching the puck.
A minute later his hand shifted, his pinky finger sliding down, rubbing the inseam of Shane’s pants. Shane inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them the others were still zoned out, following the game.
He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, could hear his own heartbeat. Are they doing this now? Right here in their living room?
When Ilya demanded they come over, was this his plan? Shane had no idea, all he knew was that his dick was taking interest. He was already half hard and he hadn’t even been touched yet.
Ilya must’ve noticed because he sent him a sly smirk and wink before calling out for Troy to turn it down, the others didn’t reply, the only acknowledgment was Troy complying and turning it down four notches.
Ilya hummed and moved his hand again, this time it sat right on top of the tent growing in Shane’s pants. He squeezed it once, twice, three times. Shane felt like all the blood in his body was rushing south.
Ilya teased him, dragging his fingers up and down the length through two layers of clothing, circling his thumb around the tip, pushing his hand between Shane’s thighs to graze his balls, going even further to push against where his hole is, all he felt was pressure but his movements served their purpose in getting him as riled up as possible.
He felt like he was shaking out of his skin by the time Ilya reached under the waistband and pulled out his cock, his pants sitting just under his balls.
Ilya quickly took his hand from under the blanket and spit in it before letting it return to coat his dick.
The movement must’ve caught Wyatt’s eye because he glanced over, not registering what he had seen until he was looking back at the screen. Shane watched as his friend realized what was happening and slowly turned to look back at them.
Shane could feel the flush crawl all the way down his chest, but he couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into Ilyas hand, biting his lip to keep from making any noise.
Wyatt was looking at his lap, and the obvious movement of Ilya jerking him off under the blue blanket. His hand wasn’t gripping him tight, more of a teasing touch than anything, but seeing his friends reaction, knowing the other two would catch on eventually, that was almost enough to send him over the edge. He didn’t let himself, though, he wanted this to drag on until he had the other twos attention.
Ilya tightened his hand around him, twisting his wrist as he pulled up before roughly yanking it back down again. Shane couldn’t bite back the noise, a groan low in his throat. Ilya smirked as the others whipped their head around. All three of them, sitting on the couch, staring at the movement of Ilyas hidden hand.
Troy’s eyes flicked up to Shane’s, and Shane didn’t bother trying to hide the whimper that tumbled from his lips. Watched as Troy’s stare heated to something predatory.
Ilya leaned back, giving the others a better view, and sped up his movements. His fist flying faster over Shane now, taking in the appearance of his friends. Wyatt was panting, his eyes never moving, stuck on Shane’s crotch. Troy switched between keeping eye contact with Shane and his covered cock. Bood looked almost hungry, biting his lip and pressing down on his own erection.
“Hardly even a sound out of you and Bood is already touching himself” ilya smirked at Shane as Bood let out a breathy laugh.
“Fuck you Roz, he’s hot” Shane threw his head back in a moan. As if Ilya commenting had broken the damn holding back all of Shane’s sounds.
“That’s it, show them what a slut for attention you are” Ilya whispered and twisted his hand again. Shane nodded and withered against the couch, constant tiny noises falling from his lips.
Ilya pulled back the blanket, just enough for him to see while still shielding him from the others. He hummed appreciatively before spitting, letting it string from his lips down to the tip of Shane’s cock. There was a groan from the couch, and the sound of a zipper. Shane widened his eyes, looking over to see Bood pushing his hand down his own pants.
His hips fucked up automatically at the sight and Ilyas hand stilled. Shane tore his eyes from the sight in front of him to look at Ilya pleadingly.
“What is it котенок?” His voice syrupy sweet, hand still unmoving.
“Move. Please” he begging, his voice barley above a whisper. Ilya tutted and hardened his grip making Shane groan.
“If you want it, you have to work for it” he said simply, relaxing back into the couch. Shane whined and shook his head “Ilya please. Please keep going” maybe if he begged harder Ilya would fold.
He didn’t. He kept his hand painfully still, clasped around the middle of Shane’s dick. Shane took a slow breath, accepting his fate, before cautiously fucking up into Ilyas fist. Ilya made an approving noise, encouraging Shane to keep going.
He did, he fucked up into Ilyas fist again, and again, and again. Until he was panting and moaning uncontrollably. Bood seemed to have given up, pulling out his own dick, keeping time with Shane’s thrusts. Troy was in the same boat, his own cock leaking over his fist, biting his lip while his eyes bounced back and forth between different parts of Shane. Wyatt was the only one still decent, besides Ilya, his hand was shoved down his pants, but Shane could still see the outline, he watched his fist fuck up and down on himself.
Shane could feel himself getting close, his hips losing their rhythm. Ilya caught on and pulled his hand off, out from the blanket completely. “Not yet, солнечный” he said simply, raising his hand to Shane’s face.
He gripped his chin, fingers digging into his cheeks as he moved his head, forcing him to look at their teammates. “See how hard they are? Just from watching you. You need to put on a better show than that” his tone condescending, it only served to make Shane all the more turned on.
Without another word he forced two fingers past Shane’s lips, he took them greedily. Sucking them down, licking between the digits as Ilya groaned “such a good boy” he commented and pressed his fingers down against Shane’s tongue and making him gag. Shane heard Bood curse but it only egged him on. He wanted their attention. He wanted them moaning and fucking themselves because of him. He liked feeling like a slut.
“Spread your legs, darling” Ilya whispered just for him, giving him an out if he needed. But he didn’t need it. He spread his thighs as much as he could with his pants still on, and leaned back against the cushion behind him. Opening himself up as well as he could manage for Ilya.
The fingers left his mouth, leaving him feeling empty “wan’ something” he whined, looking to Ilya. “In my mouth” he finished when Ilya gave him a look. Troy, Bood, and Wyatt seemed to moan in unison at that, Ilya just chuckled.
“I will give you something for that slutty little mouth after” was all he got before Ilyas hand dove under the waistband and found his hole.
“Tell me what you want me to do” Ilya nudged his fingers against him, tracing his rim but never pushing past.
“Your fingers, please” he begged, closing his eyes at the humiliation of what he was doing. “Where, Котенок?” He pressed, seemingly wanting Shane to make an absolute ass of himself.
“In me, please!” He kept on, pushing his hips down in an effort to fuck Ilyas fingers into him. “They were just in your mouth, you want them there?” Shane groaned, of course he was going to make him say it. He bit his lip and gave Ilya a desperate, pleading look. His last attempt at salvaging this. Ilya just stared on, as if he truly was that clueless.
He obviously wasn’t, as he circled his rim again, prodding harder against him, just as he was about to push in he pulled his hand back completely. Shane gasped and pulled his hips up, looking for contact.
“Please Ilya, your fingers. In my hole, please” he panted, desperate and so close to falling over the edge. Ilya kissed his temple, and brought his fingers back, teasing just for a moment before pushing them past the tight ring of muscle.
He moaned and arched his back off the couch trying to get them deeper, he needed it now. Ilyas thick fingers were so close to his spot he could taste it.
“Need it Ilya - just. Harder. Please” now that he had accepted his fate of whoring himself out in front of his teammates it was like whatever had been holding him back was gone. His mouth dropped open and every thought he had passed through it.
Ilyas fingers brushed just that much further. “There! Right there please please please” he threw his head back and circled his hips down, pushing Ilya deeper against him.
“Open your eyes, моя любовь. Look at them” Ilya whispered and Shane immediately followed the command. Scanning the other couch, Troy looked like he was seconds from cumming. His hand furiously working himself, breathing hard through his nose, almost aggressively. Wyatt still hadn’t taken himself out, but there was a wet spot forming on the front of his sweatpants, his hand matching the rhythm of Ilyas hand under the covers. Bood was gripping himself at the base of his - huge fucking cock, holy shit. Shane whimpered, grinding down on Ilyas fingers as he stared at Boods length.
“What are you looking at?” Ilya teased, nipping Shane’s ear and giving a hard thrust with his fingers.
“So big. Oh my god” Shane cried out, looking Bood up and down. The tip was shiny with precum, a thick vein running straight down to the base, Boods fingers wrapped around just above his balls. Shane wanted it in his mouth, right now he really wanted it in his hole. He was so. Fucking. Close.
“He is, isn’t he?” Ilya said conversationally, surveying Bood himself. The man across from them flushed but he kept his grip on himself, as if he would cum if he moved. He looked pleased with himself.
“I can feel you around my fingers. You need something filling you up, don’t you? Are you thinking about his cock?” Ilya asked, Bood exhaled sharply. “Thinking about how it would feel to go over there right now and sit on it? Bounce yourself on his lap. Troy on your right ”Troy groaned “Wyatt on your left” Wyatt hissed “maybe you’d let them take turns in your pretty mouth” Ilya dipped the fingers on his free hand just past Shane’s lips, smearing spit over his chin.
“Such a slut, aren’t you? You want both your pretty little holes stuffed. Letting our friends see you like this” Ilya tutted, flicking his tongue up Shane’s neck, rearranging them so he was sitting on Ilya's lap, blanket still covering the show. Shane groaned as he felt Ilya grind against the small of his back.
“Give them a good show, baby” Ilya said before stilling his fingers inside him. Shane let out a broken cry and started humping down, trying to get Ilyas fingers deeper and deeper.
“There you go, keep going милый. Make yourself cum” Shane nodded, his thighs were already starting to hurt, but Ilyas fingers were right there, brushing against his spot with every grind. The tip of his dick was brushing against the blanket with every move. The others eyes were locked onto him. He was so close.
He turned his head, facing them directly. His eyes bouncing from each of their cocks, to their faces, back to their cocks. Ilya pulled up Shane’s shirt, revealing his chest, and flicked one of his nipples. His back arched and he whimpered. “Don’t want to ruin your shirt, want them to see you covered in cum” Ilya said against his neck where he was biting and licking.
It made Shane think of what he would look like covered in cum, not just his own, but all of them. Streaks of white across his skin, being claimed and marked. Sliding his fingers through it and tasting it, not knowing who’s it was, or if it was a mix of each of them.
That’s the thought that did it, he cried out as he pushed his hips down again, Ilya had just enough time to pull the blanket back enough that Shane covered his chest instead. The others watched as he pumped string after string of cum up over himself.
Bood was the first to let go, finally moving his fist again. It only took three pumps before he was cumming down over his fist. Wyatt was next, the spot on his sweats growing as he twitched in his seat. Trot was last, waiting until Shane had come down and was boneless against Ilya. Ilya trailed a finger through the mess Shane had made before bringing it up to his lips.
Shane sucked his fingers into his mouth greedily, making eye contact with Troy as he tasted himself on his husbands fingers. Troy was cumming, streaks of it up his shirt, over his fingers, moans tumbling from his lips.
They sat there, out of breath, eyes closed. Ilya shifted and Shane felt the hard line of his dick pressing against his back. He made a discontented noise in his throat before adjusting himself so his dick was no longer out, before slipping off and on his knees in front of Ilya.
The others were stunned, silent around him.
“We don’t have to do this here…” in front of them went unsaid “but you didn’t cum” Shane said, trailing his fingers down over the bulge in Ilyas pants.
“Open” was all Ilya said, not sparing the others a glance as he lifted his hips and pulled his pants down just past his thighs. His cock slapped against his stomach and Shane groaned. He’d never get enough of sucking Ilya’s dick.
Ilya took himself in his hand, brushing the tip over Shane’s tongue before gripping his hair and pushing him down. He didn’t waste any time as he bucked up into Shane’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Shane gagged slightly but adjusted himself, breathing through his nose, and opened his throat.
“There you go, take it for me” Ilya coaxed him, his gentle tone a contradiction to his movements. Both his hands in Shane’s hair as he thrust hard enough that his balls hit Shane’s chin. Shane moaned and tried to meet his gaze. His eyes brimmed with tears and his cheeks red.
“Jesus Christ” someone on the couch muttered. Ilya let out a huff of laughter.
“He can take it” he assured the others, that made Shane whine around the length down his throat. Talking about him as if he wasn’t even in the room, it made his sensitive dick twitch.
“I can see that, holy fuck” Wyatt’s tone was breathless, he sounded closer, as if he had leaned in to get a better look.
“I trained you so good, didn’t I?” Ilya asked, his accent getting thicker by the second the closer he got. “Trained you to take my cock, the perfect little slut for me, huh?” He asked, his grip tightening in his hair. Shane nodded as best as he could, humming appreciatively around him.
Ilya moaned, his mouth dropping open as he pulled Shane down, keeping him there as he felt his resolve snap.
Shane moaned at the first twitch, he never really tasted his cum, most of it shooting straight down his throat as he swallowed.
“Shit” Bood cursed, Shane couldn’t see them, but from the sounds of their voices, they were wrecked. They hadn’t done anything other than watch Shane fuck himself on his husbands fingers, and then take a cock down his throat. If anything Shane should be the wrecked one.
Ilya pulled Shane off, making quick work of fixing his pants and smoothing down Shane’s hair. As he was pulled back up into Ilya’s lap, he could feel the anxiety swirling inside his stomach, the gravity of what this just done settling.
“No, моя любовь, none of that” Ilya bundled him in the discarded blanket and pulled him into his chest. “You are okay. Done so good for me, so beautiful” he kept humming praise in his ear.
Shane could feel his hands shaking as they grasped at Ilyas shoulders. “Hey. You are okay. I am okay. The guys are okay” Ilya must’ve gave the others a look as they were breaking the awkward silence with even more awkward comments of “we’re all good”, “you’re okay Hollzy”, “we liked it!”.
The absurdness of it all made Shane choke out a laugh, his hands still shaking but he felt more controlled than before.
“See? They are not running and screaming. They are still perverts” Ilya cooed, smacking away a pillow Wyatt had thrown before it made contact with their heads.
“Were perverts too then” Shane smiled softly up at his husband who traced his fingers along his freckles, and smirked.
“Maybe a little. Wait till you see what I have planned next”