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The room smells of humidity and sex. Closed curtains leave the three of them in the privacy of their hotel suite.
A sweet milky scent radiates from Shane, so Ilya scoots closer, looking up at him with those eyes.
Pleading. Hungry.
And Luca is no better than Ilya.
Shane pets Luca’s head, twisting a strand of sand-colored hair between his fingers. “You want to suck on mommy’s tits?” he asks, gently.
Luca swallows audibly, his throat working. “Yes, please. Can I?”
“Of course you can,” Shane reassures. “You don’t even have to ask, baby.”
Luca leans down and sticks his tongue out. Shane guides him with a careful pressure of his hand. A hitched hiss breaks through his clenched teeth when Luca finally closes his mouth around his left tit, swallowing it.
His chest feels full, like there’s enough milk to feed any man in thirst. He closes his eyes, but only for a second, because his husband is still watching him, waiting for his turn.
Shane opens his eyelids and meets Ilya’s blown greenish eyes, staring up at him like Shane is his world. Like he’s everything he would ever need and more.
He reaches with his thumb and places it on Ilya’s bottom lip, tugging down before pushing it inside, right into his greedy mouth.
Ilya’s tongue instantly swirls around it.
“You want to suck mommy’s tit, too?” Shane asks with mockery. Because he knows just how much Ilya needs this. How hard he is starving for Shane’s creamy, sweet milk.
“Please, baby…” Ilya whines at him, black covering his colorful irises completely. To the point where Shane can see his own reflection in them like it’s a mirror.
Shane tsks at him. “No, puppy, say it right,” he warns with a strict tone.
“Please, mommy," Ilya corrects himself. And that’s the right answer. That’s what Shane really wants to hear tonight. “Please give me those tits,” he begs, face broken with desperation.
Shane pulls his thumb out of Ilya’s mouth so it’s free to be filled with his pec. “Okay, but be careful, baby. You don’t want to hurt me, right?”
“Never want to hurt mommy,” Ilya says, shaking his head swiftly, his body language speaking for himself.
Meanwhile, Luca’s tongue continues its slow strokes, circling around Shane’s hard nipple. He almost acts scared, like a tiny kitten who just got scolded for eating something off the floor.
Shane wants none of that.
“Luca, you don’t have to be so scared, you know?”
Luca just blinks at him, his long eyelashes fluttering.
He puts his palm on the hinge of Luca’s jaw to make him look up at him. Give him the reassurance his precious little Luca deserves.
“You can be rougher, Luca. Mommy can take it, baby.” Shane tilts his head and presses his lips together, ready for whatever his boys give him.
He wants all of their love. All of their devotion.
Luca sniffles at him, eyes watering. “You taste so fucking good. I can’t resist it,” he says. His voice is tight, like it’s hard for him to get the words out.
“I know, Luca.” Shane nods, giving him a tender, mother-like smile. “That’s why I’m letting you and Ilya here drink my milk.” He puts his hand on Ilya’s scalp and tugs shortly. Ilya whimpers, breathing through his nose. “Ilya here also deserves a taste, don’t you think?”
“He does,” Luca agrees without even thinking, like whatever Shane says is always right. Shane likes it that way. Likes taking care of his boys the way they need him to. “It’s so good, Ilya.”
“Блять,” Ilya whispers, hovering right above Shane’s right tit. His nose brushes against the skin of it, and it sends goosebumps through Shane, little hairs standing up on his arms.
Shane cups his jaw and looks at him encouragingly. He strokes his cheek, and Ilya literally melts into his palm like it’s his home. Like it’s the only place he wants to be in.
“Come on, Ilyusha,” Shane pushes, his voice staying steady, leading. “Have a taste of mommy’s milk while I’m allowing you to.”
A big huff of pure relief leaves Ilya. “Thank you. Fuck. Thank you, mommy. Love you so much.”
Good puppy, Shane thinks.
Ilya deserves a reward for it.
“Now suck,” he instructs, tone final and demanding. “Make mommy feel good.”
Ilya wastes no time. He wraps his mouth around Shane’s plump tit, his tongue running along his nipple, teeth grazing the flesh shamelessly.
Warmth spreads all throughout Shane. His spine. His thighs. His stomach. His forgotten cock that lies still in his shorts.
He doesn’t care about it right now.
All he’s focused on is feeding his boys. His beautiful, pliant Ilya and Luca.
His head tips back involuntarily when Ilya and Luca start really suckling, putting their mouths to use, nursing Shane’s tits like it’s all the food they crave.
It feels so fucking good to be shared between them, to let them both have a taste of him.
His perky tits leak freely, milky stripes of liquid flowing down his nipples like a waterfall, glistening and drying on his skin.
The space around them falls into the sound of proper, purposeful sucking, the feeling of it so intense it almost borders on pain.
But Shane enjoys all of it. Every single aspect of being the mommy to the ones who are so hungry for him that they cry just by staring at Shane.
He’s not cruel. He could never be cruel with them.
“Touch yourselves,” he commands, biting back a loud moan that threatens to rip from the back of his throat.
Luca and Ilya immediately start palming themselves, fists closing around the noticeable shapes of their cocks in their boxers.
The mutual grunts echo, and Shane revels in them, taking all of it in.
His own dick gives out an urgent twitch in his underwear.
Squeezing his cock roughly, Ilya lets out a whimper that vibrates off Shane’s chest and sends a jolt right into his lower belly.
He could pull their faces away from him any time he wants. Because right now, he truly holds all the power.
“Be good, baby,” Shane prompts.
“Sorry, mommy," Ilya cries out, bowing his head down apologetically.
“Kiss me,” Shane says. “Let me taste myself on you.”
Obeying, Ilya hauls himself up and lifts his head. The corners of his mouth are already messy, layered with drying milk. His eyes flutter closed, and he presses his already wet, slicked lips to Shane’s.
The taste is rich. Creamy. Heavy on Shane’s tongue. It gives a hint of regular milk, but with other notes that almost remind him of almond and something delicate, something only his healthy, athletic body can produce.
“You like mommy’s taste?” Shane asks when he pulls away, pointing the question directly to Ilya.
Ilya, without any doubt or hesitation, nods. “Yes, fuck. It’s so sweet, mama.” The words blurt out of him with a rush. “All I ever want to drink.”
“My good boy,” Shane praises, knowing just how much those three words affect Ilya. “Drink my milk while you can. Both of you.”
He puts both his palms on Ilya’s and Luca’s heads, giving them a chance to dive in completely and do whatever they want to Shane.
They flatten their tongues and lick before biting down, causing a sharp groan out of Shane.
But he still allows this to happen. Because this is the only time Ilya and Luca really show him who they are.
Needy pups, who only want their mommy.
Mommy’s tits.
Mommy’s milk.
“Just like that. Don’t be scared. Mommy can take it, I promise,” Shane reminds them both.
Ilya and Luca rub against their hands like they’re in a rut, fast and uncoordinated, wasting no time to bring themselves over the edge.
It’s not going to take long before they both cum.
The rhythm of it is broken when Shane decides they’ve had enough.
He wants to see their boys release, but he wants to do it his way.
Ignoring the questioning expression on Ilya's and Luca’s faces, Shane lies himself down, leaning his back onto the soft cushion of the bed behind him.
“You know what I want you both to do?” he asks, his voice suggestive. Ilya’s mouth curls into a smile, already excited. Luca just stares at him silently, waiting for the instructions. “I want you to cum on my tits. Want you to paint my chest white with your cum. How does that sound?”
“Oh, fuck,” Ilya mumbles, looking down at his lap where his cock creates a visible tent in his boxers. A small dark spot already forms where the dick curves, wetting the fabric.
“Aww,” Shane toots when he notices, “my little pup is so desperate he’s already leaking?" Gonna cum in your pants like a fucking dog in heat?”
Ilya’s lips pout outward, and his brows furrow together. “Please, mommy. Want to cum all over your tits,” he admits.
Shane rotates his head to Luca, taking him in. “What about you, baby? Do you want to do that?”
“So bad,” Luca replies, his lower lip trembling like a leaf. “Want to cum. Please. Want to mark my mommy.”
Shane grins approvingly. “My good boys. So obedient for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, mommy," they both reply in unison, because they know the rules.
As long as they say what Shane wants, they get what they want. And if they decide they have a right to disobey, Shane punishes them.
By giving them nothing. By leaving them hungry. Starving. Crying and painfully hard. Without ever being allowed to cum.
Shane taught them well.
“Take your cocks out and show them to me first,” Shane starts, readjusting on the sheets for easy access.
The linen is crisp under him, cooling down the hotness that runs somewhere low in his body, ready to explode at any moment.
Ilya and Luca sink down until their knees press into the bed.
The expression on their faces tells their own story—want mixed with the desire to do what Shane told them to.
Pulling himself out, Ilya’s stupidly big fucking cock springs out of his black boxers, the red tip leaking pre-cum.
Shane’s mouth waters, and he nods toward Luca’s lap, waiting.
Luca gulps and pulls his own underwear down. Slowly, shyly—almost like everything else he ever does in his life that doesn’t include hockey.
His cock is smaller than Ilya’s, closer to Shane’s size. But the tip of it is pink, oozing double the amount of Ilya’s pre-cum, running down the shaft in creamy rivulets.
Shane notices Luca’s worry. Feels it on him.
“Don’t be shy, Luca.” Shane extends his arm and puts it on Luca’s thigh. He pats the skin there. So close to his dick, but never fully there, purposefully. “I want it, okay? Mommy wants her boys to cum all over her tits.”
A soft whimper slips past Luca, and he nods, seeming to finally understand that it’s okay to do what Shane asks of him.
Shane’s eyes sweep appreciatively over two cocks being served to him, right in front of his gaze. Full, big, and bursting with arousal.
All because of Shane and his pretty tits.
All for him.
The bed shifts with movement. Shane lies flat on his back, his dick dampening his boxers, but he leaves it that way.
Ilya and Luca sit in front of him, kneeling on each side. Their gazes are pointed directly to Shane’s chest, the chubby flesh of his tits taking all of their attention.
“Do what I tell you to,” Shane instructs, more strict this time. “Touch yourselves.”
“Yes, mama,” Ilya whispers, chewing on his lip to stop himself from falling apart right there.
Ilya glances at Luca, and after a few seconds of silence from Luca, they close their fists around the length of their cocks.
The slide is easy.
They’re both so ridiculously hard it makes Shane laugh.
“My desperate puppies already want to cum?” he teases, faking pity. “Bet you don’t even have to touch yourself to finish. Just the sight is enough.”
“Yes, Shane,” Luca says, then covers his mouth with his palm immediately.
Shane clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Say it correctly. And louder.”
“Yes, mommy," Luca says then, forcing his voice an octave higher.
“Good boy, Luca. Now cum on me.”
The corners of Luca’s mouth tug upward, and he finally starts to fully move his hand. Ilya repeats after him, and all Shane can do is take in what’s happening.
His sweet boys, panting, faces red, trying so hard to please Shane, to bend to his needs.
Shane finds it amusing. Arousing.
His own underwear is tight, creating a bulge above the fabric that stretches over his cock. Fixating his eyes on Ilya and Luca, he sighs, giving in and jerking himself off.
Luca’s hips stutter, eyes widening as his brain tries to process just how much Shane is truly enjoying this. “Do you feel good, mommy?”
“So good, baby. Thank you for being such an obedient puppy for me,” he murmures, his voice slurred with a pleasurable hum that fills him.
Ilya glances between them. “Am I being good enough, mommy?" he asks, innocent. As if the whole ignorant part of his personality never existed in the first place.
“Yes, Ilyusha,” Shane groans, the heat inside his tummy swallowing him. “My good boy. Always knowing just how much to unravel me, don’t you?”
“Yes, mama. I love you so much…” Ilya babbles, the palm on his dick moving faster with each spelled word. “Love your tits. So fucking pretty, mama. Want to fuck them every day.”
Shane melts into the praise, dragging his hand down his cock. His eyes dart to Luca, who’s completely broken, his whole frame shaking. He’s so close, Shane can see it just by the way his nose is scrunching up.
“Does Luca want to cum?” Shane encourages him. “Does my baby want to make my tits even wetter?"
“Yes, yes, fuck, please…” Luca moans, his mouth wide open. “Mommy, mommy, fuck, can I cum? Oh my god…”
“Yeah, baby.” Shane nods, feeling himself fall closer to the edge at the sight. “Cum all over mommy."
Luca’s cock gives out, and he spills all over Shane’s tits. The heave of his chest turns into a quiet wheeze as he milks his cock, every drop of cum falling right onto Shane’s pecs.
“Fuck,” Ilya whispers, amused, unable to contain himself anymore too.
An idea flashes in Shane’s mind.
“Ilyusha?” he calls out suddenly, surprised by his own request. “Cum on my face.”
Ilya stares, processes it, and then he moves up, the head of his dick pointing right at Shane’s cheeks.
Shane’s eyelids fall shut and all he can hear is Luca’s tired breath, Ilya’s loud grunts, and the sound of a cock being stroked hurriedly just an inch from him.
“Want to paint your face, mama," Ilya says, his voice high-pitched and ruined at the same time. “Love you so much. Please… Can I?”
Shane stills and smiles, overflowing with the joy and the thrill of the demand. “Yes, shchenochek. Do it.”
The last fractured moan escapes Ilya, and he almost falls forward with an impact of his orgasm.
Streak after streak of sticky release lands down on Shane’s face—his nose, lashes, freckles. All becoming covered by a thick layer of Ilya’s cum.
His own cock twitches one last time, and without touching himself anymore, he finishes in his underwear.
Shane forces himself to breathe through it, but it’s so good that he just lets himself surrender, shivering as his cock softens.
“Lick it off me,” he says, eyes still close. “Luca, you too. Come on.”
It takes only a few seconds before two hot tongues swipe over his face. It’s filthy, lewd, but it only makes Shane feel like it was all worth it.
He beams brightly, and when all there is left is drying spit on the skin of his face, he opens his eyes.
His vision blurs, but his immediate instinct kicks in anyway. He pulls Ilya in by the back of his neck and kisses him hard, exchanging tastes with him.
When he spots Luca darting his gaze away in an attempt to hide himself, he says, “Come here, Luca.”
Luca smiles softly and leans down to him. Shane swallows his mouth in one long kiss, curling his fist in the light hair.
“My good boys did so good today,” Shane announces, exhaling as his body finally relaxes. “I’m so proud of both of you.”
“Thank you, mommy," Ilya and Luca say at the same moment, impossibly grateful.
And the only thing Shane is left to do for the rest of the evening is praise them even more for it.