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September 19th 2021
It has been 2 months since Shane has signed with the Centaurs. So far it has been amazing, albeit the struggle Shane is having with adjusting. He still misses being captain but is happy to have Ilya as captain. Shane has made great friends with the Centaurs. This welcoming team is a huge contrast to what Shane is used to so he feels out of place. Right now it is the end of practice and everyone is headed to the locker room. Shane has had an off game and is a bit anxious since on the Metros he would have been hated on for it but here no one has said a thing.
Ilya notices and nudges Shane “Малышка, what's wrong? Is it because of practice? It's okay to have an off game sometimes.”
“Nothing, Ilya it's fine.. Also it's not okay if we have a game tomorrow. What if I play like this then!”
“Shane calm down, it's okay no one is expecting you to be perfect. You just joined the Centaurs. It takes time to adjust.”
Shane sighs not responding and hugs Ilya
Ilya reciprocates and gently kisses the corner of Shane's eyes where a new freckle lays
“You have a new freckle. I need to think of a name for it.” Shane softly chuckles “You name my freckles?.”
“Of course I do, it's my job as Shane Hollander's husband to do so. Shane shakes his head
“That's so silly.” Ilya captures Shane's lips in a chaste kiss “For you.”
“Go be happy somewhere else, I'm too single for this!” Damien Young chirps, the rest of the team laughing and agreeing.
Luca smiles murmuring in Swiss German “You won't be very soon sweetheart..”
Ilya raises his brow, he may not understand what Luca’s saying but he knew what he meant
Shane snaps him out of his thoughts by grabbing his car keys
During the drive home
Shane chokes on his breath “What no way! Are you sure?
Ilya smiles “Yes! I have seen the way they look at each other also Young is very flirty towards Haasy”.
Shane chuckles softly “Ilya that's just how Young is to everyone you can't assume shit.”
“I can and I will besides.. In the locker room I heard Luca murmur something suspicious in German after Damien said he is too single to witness us be romantic.
“He probably was just teasing him about being single and jealous or something.”
At home
Shane and Ilya cuddle on the couch while watching all of Montreal's failures since Shane left to make him feel better. Luca comes home after spending a few hours at Damien's house after practice. Ilya raises a brow and is about to question him when Shane glares at him and mouths "don't you dare.”
Luca greets them and says he was at Young's house before going upstairs suspiciously limping.
When he's upstairs Ilya shouts out
“SEE! HES GETTING FUCKED BY YOUN-”
“Okay Okay! Fine i believe you also don't yell it out he could hear us! Also how do you know he isnt doing the fucking."
Ilya snorts
"Please, have you seen Luca? He couldnt fuck a soul."
Shane sighs before smirking and saying something unexpected that caught Ilya off guard but definitely wasn't unwelcomed.
“Well.. you know who could fuck a soul… How about you fuck my soul out of me."
Ilya's eyes immediately widen as he takes in Shane's words.
Shane grabs Ilya by his hair and kisses him, he tries to take control but Ilya shoves his tongue so down his throat he moans and submits to him.
Ilya moves onto his husband's neck, sucking onto the sweet spot near his ear. “Such a good boy hm..” He murmured against Shane's neck drawing out a just barely audible moan from the back of his throat that made Ilya chuckle.
“Fuck off…”
“No, I don't think you want that. Besides, you like praise, it gets you very hard.” Ilya gestures to Shanes dick
Shane's eyes widen almost comically as he looks down, flushing immediately, seeing Ilya has made him hard with just one sentence.
“I- um i was already hard from before when i was.. Ugh just shut up!” Ilya grins and flips Shane over onto his back his legs subconsciously spreading
“Can I put these restraints onto your hand моя любовь.” Shane nods not wanting to open his mouth just in case he says something embarrassingly needy Ilya smiles taking notice of his husbands behaviour
“Im going to need the words солнечный свет.”
“Fuck.. yes i need you please just hurry…” Smirking, Ilya puts the restraints on Shane's wrists grabs a packet lube he keeps hidden in the couch cushion for moments like this and puts a generous amount on his fingers
He circles one finger around Shane's rim taking in his husband's sex drunk facial expression and the slight hitch of his breath.
Slowly, Ilya shoves one finger in before quickly adding a second one.
He coos as Shane holds back a whimper to not wake Luca up. “Is okay?” Shane whimpers, rocking back and forth onto Ilya's fingers, his hole clenching tightly when Ilya pulls his fingers to one knuckle the loss of contact leading to Shane whining before Ilya shoves 3 fingers back in.
The shock leads to Shane coming with his cock untouched shouting Ilya's name “AHH FUCK ROZY!”.
Ilya gently snaps a hand over Shane's mouth, kissing his freckles murmuring sweet nothings to Shane.
“Shh baby, we don't want Luca to hear you.” Shane looks at the mess on the couch and is about to complain when Ilya suddenly gets on his knees about to eat Shane's hole but pauses to ask for consent.
“Can I..?”
“But Ilya the mess…”
“The mess can wait… besides you come so quickly when being eaten out anyways..”
“Alright you can.. Also fuck of i don- ahh…”
Ilya cuts him off as soon as he gets consent he swirls his tongue around Shane's opening before sticking the tip in. “Ahhh fuckk Rozanov….”
Shane's moans echo the room as he grinds against Ilya's tongue until Ilya puts his hands on Shane's hips and takes his tongue out of his hole.
He gasps at the sudden loss of Ilya's tongue in him and is about to protest before Ilya puts a finger on his mouth
“Shhh solnyshko i dont want you to come from this dont worry you will get my dick now.”
“Ilya please… fuck.. I need…”
“Need what?”
“YOU!” I
Ilya's eyes darken his dick bulging through his pants practically screaming to come out. He takes his shirt off and slowly takes his pants and boxers off. Shane whimpers, a beautiful sound engraved in Ilya's ears.
“You will get it..” Ilya practically growls out his accent deeper than usual. Shane crawls to Ilya nuzzling his erection before licking the tip of his length and then taking it whole.
“Fuckkkk Shane. Da just like that… So good for me.” Shane's eyes start to water as Ilya rams his length down his throat. Finally Ilya comes with a loud groan and Shane swallows all of his cum. Surprisingly Shane has also come from getting Ilya off.
Ilya chuckles softly gazing down at Shane lovingly cradling his head gently with both of his hands, two fingers caressing the soft freckles that sit on Shane's cheeks like gorgeous constellations. He leans down softly kissing Shane, their lips intertwine, a non lustful kiss full of warmth. Shane cuts the kiss off after a few moments slightly breathless he mumbles.
“Ilya, I still want your dick..”
Ilya smirks “Really Hollander, you want to come 4 times in one night before a game?”
“Please, I need it.” Ilya's eyes soften ever so slightly but Shane notices
“Ok. On your back, I want to look at your face while you take my dick.” Shane obeys, he lays down on his back, passes Ilya lube and throws his legs on Ilya's shoulders. Ilya takes the lube, his fingers holding onto hands for a moment too long. Once he has lubed up his dick he reaches for a condom but pauses when Shane grabs his hand.
“No condom.”
Ilya smiles murmuring softly “Ok” Ilya spreads Shane's legs wider, his eyes widen slightly at the flexibility he still hasn't gotten used to after all these years. He puts a mental note in to thank his husband's yoga instructor. Finally he positions his cock at Shane's entrance relishing in the slight hitch of his breath that only he gets to see. He glides in Shane's entrance tightening around his dick as they both moan.
“Fuck.. Ilya.”
“Fuck, Shane..”
They both say at the same time exchanging a soft laugh before it quickly gets replaced with soft moans. “Ilya harder please. Nghh!” Ilya goes slightly harder enjoying the loud moan he gets from Shane. He grabs his partner's hand caressing it while passionately kissing him. Shane cuts off the kiss when Ilya grabs his cock and stokes it while practically slamming his cock into him Shane moans loudly, practically screaming Ilya's name.
“FUCK ROZANOV!” Ilya doesn't slow down in fact his speed increases as he cups one of Shane's pecs and caresses the nipple slowly.
The both of them feel their orgasm coming and they look at each other.
Shane whines as Ilya hits the same spot. Ilya's eyes darken and then they both come.
“AHH! Fuck Ilya i love you so muchh ahh. Ilya's eyes roll back as he comes, moaning nonsensical vowels in Russian. “Черт, я тоже тебя люблю, Шейн.”
Shane pauses then nods slightly to confirm he understood what Ilya said. The two lay down together breathless, panting. Ilya lovingly stares at Shane, as his chest rises up and down, his eyes glistening with the tears he gets from sex, and most importantly those gorgeous freckles.
Shane catches him staring, he smiles shyly which Ilya finds very cute.
“You’re staring..”
“I know..” They smile at each other about to kiss when they hear a scream. They turn around and see Luca who is covering his eyes.
“PLEASE! WHY! WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD?!? I LIVE WITH YOU! MY EARS HURT AND I'M SCARED FOR SHANE HIS MOANS ARE PRACTICALLY SCREAMS!
Ilya grins, staring at Shane, his mortified expression leading to him rolling with laughter.
Shane smacks him which just makes him laugh more “Luca! Oh my god we are so sorry!.”
He blushes furiously
“We didnt realise we were so loud, ignore Ilya i apologise on both of our behalf.
Ilya smirks raising a brow
“Shane, the only loud one was you.” Shane glares at him saying something in Russian that shuts him up.
Luca sighs shaking his head softly “Just please keep the noise down next time. Also, we have a game tomorrow, come on!”
Ilya laughs “Exactly! Before a game you should be getting laid to enhance your performance!.”
He smirks before adding “Besides we already have ‘come on’ maybe you can ask Young to help you ‘come on’
Luca blushes, sputters and then manages to say “How did you know?!?”
before exiting the room Shane sighs, shaking his head at Ilya's muffled laughter.
“Come on Shane, it was funny!”
“No it wasn't Ilya, it was embarrassing!”
“Well that too” Shane swats Ilya's hand away, rolling his eyes at his husband's pout.
30 minutes later
After showering they lay down in bed wrapped snuggly in each other's arms, Shane's head is nuzzled in Ilya's neck, arms wrapped around Ilya's torso and his leg on top of Ilya's. Ilya kisses Shane's cheeks looking adoringly at his sleeping husbands face
“спокойной ночи, детка”