Archive of Our Own

​"Hold onto something, Rozanov," Shane said, lowering himself onto Ilya's cock slowly, getting fully seated before pulling up again. Ilya let out a muffled cry around the ball gag, breathing heavily through his nose.

Fucking fuck, Shane was killing him.

​Shane was testing the position, moving his legs this and that way, one hand on Ilya's chest and the other grabbing tight onto the headboard.

When Shane was satisfied with the position, he set an excruciating pace, dropping onto Ilya with force, his hips swaying up and down like goddamn waves in the ocean.

​"You can tap out any time," Shane had explained, and Ilya had let out a nervous little laugh.

​Hovering over him, Shane locked eyes with Ilya. Ilya did his best to hold his gaze; he breathed through his nose, eyes open and sending signals to Shane.

Fuck, Hollander... I love this, I... I love you, he hoped Shane could tell what he meant.

When it got too overwhelming, Ilya let his head fall back into the pillow and his eyes drift closed.

​"Oh, God," Ilya thought. He said it too, but it just sounded like gibberish.

A lot of saliva running out of the corners of his mouth, some slipping to the sides and into his neck and hair.

Who would've thought? He was enjoying the hell out of this.

​It had taken some time to let himself have this—to mend both parts of his brain: the one that knew he could trust Shane with his life and the one that didn't allow him to let go.

He usually took charge, but he wanted to do this for Shane, to give him this simple thing they could both enjoy.

​Shane was talking, too. And it was something else.

"You like that, don't you?" Shane clenched around Ilya's shaft in kind with his words. "Me using you to get off?"

And yes, yes Hollander, yes I like that, was all Ilya could think.

Shane's movements were getting a bit erratic; he shifted his weight on top of Ilya to his left thigh and sort of lifted himself only on one side. The hand on Ilya's chest was now caressing his pec and squeezing his nipple.

​The small zing of pain sent signals of pleasure throughout Ilya's body. He could feel the flush in his temples where his curls were sticking to his face. He could feel it all through his chest as well.

​Ilya was so close now. He wanted to communicate that to Shane.

For some reason, he had forgotten that he could move his hands from where they had been resting languidly on Shane's hips; he moved them to squeeze Shane's ass, spreading his cheeks impossibly wide. He slipped two fingers through the crease to find where his dick was plunging into Shane's hole. It was so slick there with the lube Shane had generously applied and Ilya's precum.

​"Ohhhh, GOD," Shane let out a curse through gritted teeth. His moans were driving Ilya insane and Ilya made a move to flip them and take charge.

Shane locked his body in place, still not stopping his motions, hips snapping on top of Ilya, the sound of skin on skin filling up the room. "I love you like this, Ilya. I love your body underneath mine."

​Fuuuuck.

​Ilya's balls were so tight. He needed to hold it. Hold it. Allow Shane to come and then he could... He would, so hard.

He wanted to come so badly.

​Then Shane let go of the headboard and ran a hand down Ilya's chin, gathering the spit there and bringing it between his legs to stroke his dick. He was so hard, the tip leaking already.

​"Fuck, Ilya... See what you do to me?" Shane moved his hips one, two, three times before halting and stroking his cock furiously. "Aaaahh!" And then he was coming on Ilya's chest, his ass clenching where Ilya was still buried deep inside.

Ilya was moaning too, his eyes prickled with tears, his mind a spiral of Oh, so good, Shane... SO GOOD Shane, OH GOD.

​After coming down from his orgasm Shane brought his cum-filled hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers slowly. Ilya watched enraptured, blinking slowly with reverence, and then Shane was moving again, the pace controlled once more.

Ilya knew he wasn't going to last much longer when Shane bent back, exposing the long expanse of his torso, and moved a hand down between Ilya's legs to caress his balls.

​Ilya could feel himself going cross-eyed at the motion. His whole body spun on the axis that was Shane.

​"Good, that's it... Come for me," Shane was saying.

​And then Ilya was coming, hot streaks inside Shane, his hips bucking up where they were connected. His breathing was erratic, chest moving up and down fast, and the sounds of his orgasm were muffled around the red ball gag.

​Shane helped him come down, soothing a hand through his sweat-slicked hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and laying kisses all over his face. He then had Ilya move his head to the side to remove the clasp holding the gag in place. Shane removed it slowly, giving Ilya a few moments to adjust.

​"Good?" he asked. Ilya nodded.

​He cleared his throat. "Yes, good."

​Shane lowered his face to kiss him. Ilya immediately deepened it, slipping his tongue between Shane's lips, making out lazily for a long moment.

"Thank you," Ilya breathed into Shane's mouth. 'For being with me, for loving me, for...' he didn't say and settled for an "I love you."