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Day 1 - 11th December 2026
“Ugh, too much travelling!” Ilya expresses, flopping dramatically back onto the lodge’s king-sized bed.
It had taken them approximately 12 hours to get from their home in Ottawa, to the charming, little lodge they had rented in Iceland for their first ever vacation as a couple. And by ‘little’, they mean little. From one end to the other is probably only 10 paces, at most. The kitchen and bedroom take up the majority of the space, and there were no walls inside the lodge, except for separating the bathroom. The lodge is all walnut wood, dark grey tile, and floor-to-ceiling windows, letting in plenty of light during the last few minutes of golden sunlight, even while the snow outside tries to block it out.
They have been committed for 9 years, married for 5, and still have never been on vacation, just the 2 of them. Of course, they have been on vacations a couple of times with their young children, Mikhail and Katya, to places like Disneyland, but they have yet to get away and enjoy time alone outside of the first few summers spent at their cottage.
Shane was frankly surprised when Ilya suggested they go to Iceland, having always associated hot and sunny weather with his husband. Ilya had told Shane that he wanted to see him amongst the northern lights, and the idea of seeing the green and blue lights reflected in his husband's eyes was enough to win Shane over very quickly.
“It was your idea to come to Iceland, y’know. I was happy to go somewhere closer to home.” Shane huffs fondly, while situating their suitcases by the end of the bed.
“Come lie with me. Look at this view.” Ilya gapes, leaning his head back against the mattress to take in the dimly lit Icelandic landscape outside the windows of their bedroom.
The lodge they had rented for the week was very unique and very popular for one feature alone – the fact that the bedroom was made entirely of glass. Shane was unsure about the idea at first; even though the nearest building to them was another glass lodge like this one, and it was over a mile away. He was worried about them not having enough privacy, especially in the bedroom. Ilya had reassured him by telling him that anyone staying at the lodges nearby would have the same worries, and keep away because of it, and that he was desperate to fuck Shane with the backdrop of the northern lights – Shane couldn’t lie and say the idea didn’t sound appealing – Ilya knows when Shane is lying.
Shane lies down beside Ilya on the bed now, top and tailing with him, and actually facing the windows without having to turn his head 180 degrees backwards. The sun was dipping below the horizon of the mostly flat field ahead of them, and the sight was beautifully reminiscent of their evenings at the cottage, that Shane felt at home immediately.
“This place is beautiful.” Shane mumbles contentedly, happy to just embrace the eye-opening sunset beside the love of his life.
“Yes. Is a hundred times more beautiful now that you are here though.” Ilya mumbles in return, now stretching up onto his elbows to look at his husband in earnest. Shane huffs a charmed laugh, unable to control the smile growing on his face.
They have been married for 5 years. They have been committed for 9 years. They have been seeing each other for 16 years. And still, despite how often Ilya does it, whenever he calls Shane pretty, or beautiful, Shane cannot help the blush that seeps onto his face. He is so in love with his husband, and every day he is infinitely stunned and grateful that the man loves him just as hard back.
“We should probably shower before bed.” Shane suggests, rolling to the side off the bed, and laying his suitcase down to retrieve their towels and their wash bags. Ilya groans loudly from the bed, as he pulls himself up from the mattress and wanders into the attached bathroom. The space was smaller than the one they were used to at home, but still with plenty of space for 2 people. The room was tastefully decorated, with dark wood counters, complimented by the warm brown tiles adorning 3 of the walls, and the room is brightened by the cream patterned wallpaper on the feature wall behind the bathroom sink. Small houseplants are scattered around most surfaces, and the large window just behind the rainfall shower makes the whole room glow in the last few minutes of sunlight. It matched the aesthetic of the rest of the small lodge perfectly.
“This bathroom is great.” Shane gasps in awe as he joins his husband, and Ilya smiles at the words. Forever Mr Real Estate, he thinks fondly, as he moves to experiment with the shower taps. There’s a small screen on the wall beside the shower, and Ilya taps at it like a child in fascination.
“Look, Shane! I control shower from tablet.” Ilya’s mouth slacks as he plays around with different flow types, pressures, and temperatures, and grinning madly as the shower follows his orders dutifully.
“Ilya, just pick a setting. I wanna have a nap.” Shane chuckles, beginning to strip off his clothes from the airport, and depositing them in the empty laundry basket he finds tucked behind the wooden door. When he turns back to his husband, he catches Ilya with his gaze skimming over Shane’s body in appreciation, with his t-shirt now held loosely in his hands.
Shane smirks to himself, and approaches Ilya slowly. He stands before his husband, and takes the t-shirt from his hands, throwing it behind him without a care, before wordlessly undoing Ilya’s pants and pushing them down his thighs.
Ilya snaps out of his reverie, now rushing to kick his jeans and pull his socks off. When he rights himself, he stares into Shane’s face, bewitched by his husband. Shane reaches down, the smirk still firmly on his face, as he wraps his hand around Ilya’s rapidly hardening cock. Ilya sucks in a breath as his husband slowly strokes his dick, Shane’s eyes fixed firmly on Ilya’s lips, parted and chapped and gaped in awe at the beauty of his husband’s face, all freckled and flushed and glowing in the golden light of the setting sun.
“Get in the shower.” Shane whispers against Ilya’s mouth, removing his hand from Ilya’s dick, and moving it around his body to pat Ilya on the ass, making Ilya jolt and Shane laugh. Shane steps into the shower, his shoulders relaxing at the warm water cascading down his body. Ilya follows a moment later.
“That was mean.” Ilya pouts, coming up behind Shane, and squeezing his ass, before wrapping his arms around his waist. Shane laughs again, before reaching forward to the shelf built into the wall beside the shower, and retrieving one of the bottles of fancy soap sitting there. Shane pops the lid, and gives it a curious sniff, humming in satisfaction, before holding the bottle up to his shoulder to invite his husband to smell it too. Ilya hums in tandem at the herbal and citrus scent, before pressing a kiss to Shane’s neck, and taking the bottle out of his hand. He squirts a generous dollop onto his hand and places the bottle back on the shelf, before rubbing the soap between his hands to lather them up, and moving them up to massage into Shane’s hair, making him hum in satisfaction.
In the years since Shane had moved in with Ilya in Ottawa, showering together had become a habit and a perfectly choreographed dance built from years of repetition. Nowadays, they very rarely showered alone. In fact, they very rarely did anything alone. Codependent and maybe they have separation anxiety, but after so many years of only getting to be with each other for stolen moments every few months, they had wordlessly decided to spend the rest of their lives making up for lost time.
“It wasn’t mean, you’re just not usually the one being teased.” Shane retorts, and practically giggles when Ilya pinches his sides in playful warning. Shane ducks under the shower head to wash the shampoo from his hair, before turning to Ilya to return the favour – like he always does.
Shane massages the soap into Ilya’s hair, his eyes focused solely on the action of his hands, while Ilya watches his face in admiration.
“I like this soap. Maybe we should get some for home.” Shane murmurs, while holding Ilya’s shoulders, and spinning them carefully to situate him under the shower head now. Ilya hums in agreement, the pleasant herbal and citrus scent cascading over them, as the soap is washed away by the shower.
They make fast work of conditioning their hair and washing their bodies, the exhaustion from travelling through the night hitting them quickly. They stand side by side at the mirror above the sink, towels tied low around their waists, and Shane cycles through his skin care routine, while Ilya does his curl casting, their arms brushing against each other, and occasionally meeting each others’ eyes in the mirror, making them smile.
“Are you hungry?” Ilya wonders aloud, strolling into the main living area of the lodge, looking through the few cupboards there, and finding some tins and unopened boxes of multifarious things.
“Not really. That roast beef sourdough sandwich we had was huge.” Shane groans, rubbing his belly, as he sits on the edge of the bed. He bends down to rummage in his suitcase for clothes.
“True. So good though.” Ilya mumbles, coming over to find some clothes as well. They throw some underwear and t-shirts on, and sit against the bed’s head board, relishing in the sight of the snow beginning to settle over the dark field outside the windows.
“I’m gonna nap for a bit.” Shane mumbles, situating himself under the covers, and resting his head in Ilya’s lap, as Ilya stays sitting up and scrolling on his phone.
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When they wake a few hours later, they both feel the tiredness deep in their bones.
“Ugh, I feel worse than I did before.” Ilya grunts, lifting his head and sitting up against the head board again.
“Mmh. Probably doesn’t help that you slept mostly sitting up.” Shane mumbles gaily, looking up at Ilya in the dimly lamp-lit room, and smirking mirthfully at the man’s unimpressed frown directed down to him.
“Well, I couldn’t lie down. These beautiful, golden curls don’t maintain themselves.” Ilya looks pointedly down to Shane, and Shane smiles at his husband’s beautiful, golden curls.
“What’s the time?” Shane asks, sitting up beside Ilya, pulling the covers up to his chin in the cold room.
“Close to 7. We should probably make dinner before we sleep any more.” Ilya suggests, scrolling absently through the few notifications that have accumulated on his phone in the 3 hours they were resting – most of them from their friends and the Hollanders wishing them a fun trip.
“Yeah, probably. I saw some soup mix in the cupboard earlier. Quick to make.” Shane suggests, looking over to his husband with his head leaning back and resting tiredly against the headboard.
“Sounds good, so you should probably get on with that then, huh?” Ilya smirks, not moving his eyes from his phone screen.
“Fuck you, you do it.” Shane groans, sliding back into the wonderfully comfortable and warm bed. Ilya huffs a laugh, and climbs out of the bed wordlessly to head into the conjoined kitchen.
“You want carrot and coriander, or chicken and root vegetable?” Ilya calls over his shoulder, pulling a couple of tins from the cupboard, before going hunting for a saucepan.
“You pick, I’m easy.” Shane calls back, picking up his phone to check for any messages.
“Oh, I already know that.” Ilya replies teasingly.
“Fuck off.” Shane laughs, and Ilya laughs too.
They keep to themselves, as Ilya heats up their soup, and Shane replies to the few messages on his phone. He smiles down at the many photos of Mikhail and Katya that his parents have been sending to their Hollanov family group chat.
This easy silence between them was a regular comfort in their home, and had been for a long time. After years of stolen kisses, and secret fucks, just getting to occupy space beside each other feels like a gift.
“You have to get up. No eating in bed – is your rule.” Ilya reprimands easily, throwing a sweatshirt over the back of the headboard, landing in Shane’s lap.
Shane pulls the sweatshirt over his head, only pausing briefly to chuckle at the one Ilya had chosen for him – the Ottawa Centaurs logo, with the large print on the back that read ‘ROZANOV’ and ‘81’.
They sit at the small wooden dining table situated in the corner past the kitchen. The walls in the corner were made of the same windows that the entire bedroom are, and they watched the snow very slowly pile up against the glass, as they ate their soup in silence.
“You wanna try the hot tub tonight?” Ilya asks softly, not wanting to break the peace that has settled over them in their silence. Shane turns to him with a smile, and a nod. Ilya smiles back, and takes their now-empty bowls to the kitchen sink.
“I’ll go figure out how to turn it on. Wouldn’t want my princess to get cold.” Ilya teases with a fake pout, and pulls on his boots and coat. Shane gives him a quick peck, before pushing him towards the front door with a smile.
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“Now, the real question is: bathing suits or birthday suits?” Ilya smirks, and Shane laughs.
“How do you come up with this shit?” Shane chuckles, before biting his bottom lip as he strips entirely nude just inside the front door of the lodge.
“I am just naturally very… uh-” He trails off, ogling at Shane’s ass, as he walks out the door in nothing but his sneakers.
“‘Naturally very’ what?” Shane teases, pulling his sneakers off, avoiding the snow on the deck, and climbing into the hot tub, moaning at the warm water.
“Very funny, we know this. I am comedic genius.” He insists, and Shane smiles as his husband walks out of the lodge now, also nude.
“Yes, you are.” Shane tells him earnestly, pulling Ilya to his side to kiss him, once they were both in the hot tub.
“You think we will see any northern lights tonight?” Ilya mumbles, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It was pretty cloudy tonight, but the stars were still visible – much more visible than they usually were back in Ottawa.
“Maybe. I don’t really know how they work, or what triggers them.” Shane mumbles, leaning his head on Ilya’s shoulder, his eyes falling shut. The dinner and now the warmth of the water were making the tiredness return tenfold. So much for their nap.
“Something to do with solar winds. My Мама loved space stuff like that.” Ilya shares wistfully, and Shane presses a comforting kiss on the side of his neck – something just to say ‘I am here, we are good here’.
“She would always try to teach me about constellations and astrology. Every morning, she would read our horoscopes. Me, Мама, and Alexei.” Ilya’s face twitches in annoyance at just his brother’s name, and Shane sighs in understanding, tilting his face up to look at Ilya from his spot against his shoulder.
“Alexei would get angry about it after he was about… 14, maybe? Claimed it was all bullshit.” Ilya shrugs, a frown on his face. “I never really understood it myself, but it was the only thing my Мама was ever really passionate about. And she was rarely so animated, so I always tried to pay attention.” Shane nods, wrapping his arms around Ilya’s waist to hug him close.
“Can you see any constellations now?” Shane mumbles, looking up at the sky now. The clouds had thinned a bit, and the snow had slowed.
“Hmm…” The man scans the sky thoroughly with his gaze. “Ah, you see that big one up there?” Ilya points, and Shane follows his finger, nodding when he’s confident he’s found it. “That star is called Betelgeuse. It is the largest star in the Orion constellation.” Ilya explains, and Shane hums, impressed. “If you look a bit further up from there, there are 3 stars in a row – that is Orion’s belt.”
“Wow. Your mom taught you this?” Shane asks again, looking down at Ilya again, his eyes wonderfully bright. Ilya smiles and nods. Shane presses a kiss to the side of his head then, and hugs him closer.
“I think your mom would be very proud of who you are.” Shane whispers softly in his ear, and kisses the soft skin just below his ear lobe. “I’m proud of who you are. Everything you’ve been through and had to overcome… I hope you’re proud of yourself as well.”
“Oh, I am very proud. We all know this. I am world’s best hockey player-”
“Second best.” Shane cuts in, although Ilya chooses to ignore it.
“-I have world’s most beautiful children, I have world’s best in-laws, I won at depression-” Shane huffs a laugh, knowing Ilya knows that’s not how depression works, after all these years in therapy. “-I have world’s best husband.” Ilya whispers at last, shifting his eyes to stare right into Shane’s, and deep into his soul. Eye contact had always felt forced and uncomfortable for Shane, but not with Ilya. Not for a very long time.
“No one has ever won at life better than I have won at life.” Ilya concludes certainly, and Shane smiles at him, and can’t resist bringing his wonderful husband in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. “Except maybe you, for marrying sexiest man alive and world’s greatest hockey player.” Ilya pulls back just enough to mumble into his mouth, and Shane whispers for him to shut up, before reinitiating a heated kiss with him, their lips and tongues mingling passionately.
Shane floats into Ilya’s lap, his arms still wrapped around Ilya’s neck, and their lips still working enthusiastically against each other. Ilya moans into Shane’s mouth, pulling his hips closer, before reluctantly separating their lips. “Should we go inside?” Ilya asks softly, staring at his husband’s wet and puffy lips.
“No, I want you right here.” Shane mumbles, his voice deep and salacious, before pulling his husband back in to continue their kiss. The words make Ilya release a satisfied groan into Shane’s mouth, and his hands move to grip Shane’s ass, squeezing firmly.
Shane ruts forward into Ilya’s lap, before reaching down to grasp both of their dicks in his hand, and stroking them quickly. The water made the slide hard and not very comfortable, but they haven’t had sex in an uncharacteristically long time, and the desperation was overwhelming. It was very reminiscent of their first summer at their cottage – the first few days, they could barely keep their hands to themselves, after months of not getting to touch each other.
“Fuck, Hollander.” Ilya groans, leaning his head back, and raking his eyes up and down Shane’s torso and face greedily from his reclined position. Shane grips onto Ilya’s shoulder with one hand, the other working tirelessly just below the surface of the water, the rolling of the water caused by the hot tub jets largely disguising the rapid movements of Shane’s hand.
“Close already, Rozanov?” Shane tries to tease, but his whiny tone gives him away. Ilya just nods, running his warm hands up and down his husband’s abs, dripping more water over his flushed skin.
“Yeah, yeah, cum with me.” Ilya grunts, flexing his hips up into Shane’s hand, and Shane leans down to kiss Ilya again, moaning into his mouth. They breathe heavily into each others’ mouths, as the cum shoots out into the water between their chests. They moan with each other, riding out the tingly waves of pleasure together.
“Fuck, that was sloppy.” Shane laughs breathily, and Ilya laughs in tandem, pulling Shane forward by his neck to press one last peck to the corner of his lips.
“We should probably go to bed.” Ilya suggests, and Shane nods, washing the cum off his hand, as he climbs off of his husband’s lap. Ilya turns to fiddle with the buttons on the edge of the tub, as Shane climbs out into the cold to pull his shoes on over his wet feet.
“Christ, it’s so cold.” Shane shivers, but turns back to help pull Ilya out of the tub by his arms, before rushing back inside.
They towel off quickly, and just slip on some underwear, both relieved they had left the heating on during their time outside, before climbing back into the bed.
“Goodnight, мой любимый.” Ilya slurs tiredly into the back of Shane’s neck, pulling their bodies tight.
“Goodnight.” Shane mumbles back.
Day 2 – 12th December 2026
Shane wakes with the rising sun, to the familiar sensation of his husband’s morning wood pressing to his ass from behind. Shane releases a quiet chuckle, and presses his ass back a bit, before reaching toward the bedside table to retrieve his phone from his charger.
He scrolls through his notifications for a moment, before Ilya grunts tiredly, and nuzzles into the back of Shane’s neck.
"Good sleep?" Shane asks, smirking to himself.
"Yeah, I feel much better than yesterday.” Ilya slurs, pressing a sweet kiss to the crook of Shane’s neck.
"Did you have a good dream?" Shane teases.
Ilya pauses for a few seconds, before shrugging. "I can't really remember." Ilya teases, rubbing his hand over his husband’s abs.
Shane turns over and curls into him, encouraging Ilya to lie on his back now, and presses a kiss to his chin. "Is that so?" He mumbles suggestively.
"Mmh, I might remember you being there."
"Tell me what we were doing." Shane insists, nuzzling into Ilya's neck, and pressing a breathy and wet kiss to the warm skin there.
"It was you, just being gorgeous as usual. Moaning really nicely as I was taking care of you."
"Keep going" Shane purrs, pressing kisses in a trail up to his jaw, and Ilya’s breath hitches when he feels Shane's hand trail down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers. Shane slides his hand inside to touch Ilya who's half hard, and getting increasingly harder under Shane’s ministrations. Shane’s kisses delicately touch Ilya’s skin, and his hand wraps around him more firmly. He's thick and heavy in Shane's hand and he practically salivates at the thought of sucking him off or having Ilya inside of him, but for right now, he just focuses on how pleased Ilya looks now with such little touching. God, they really should take Shane’s parents up on their offers to babysit more often.
“You were… shit… You were in my lap, pinning me down, grinding down on my dick, moaning so prettily…” Ilya breathes into Shane’s mouth, and Shane hums at the thought.
“What, like this?” Shane mumbles, crawling over Ilya to straddle his lap, and sitting up. The covers fall down his back and pool around his waist, exposing his bare torso to the cool air of the lodge, but he doesn’t mind, as he moves both his hands up to press down into Ilya’s pecs. Shane grinds his hips down, his dick rubbing deliciously against Ilya’s through their underwear, and making them both moan.
“Yes, just like that, мой любимый.” Ilya holds tightly to Shane’s hips, and guides him to grind harder against his dick.
They frot against each other, still in their underwear, and Shane releases a laugh at the absurdly desperate act, his moans blending into the sound to produce something stilted and alien. He presses harder down on Ilya’s chest, and flexes his hips down faster.
“Shit, котик, I’m close.” Ilya grips Shane’s hips almost painfully, now thrusting his hips up in tandem.
“I know. Me too. Fuck.” Shane whines, his head tilting back and his eyes squeezing shut.
Ilya stares up, the sight of his angelic husband, glowing in the bright, golden sun shining behind him, and surrounding his tanned skin in an aura of white, heavenly light. Ilya gasps at the ethereal view, his orgasm crashing into him suddenly, and blurring the edges of his vision, making the situation very reminiscent of the dream that woke him up just a few minutes prior. The warm waves of pleasure rush through his body, and the cum splatters all over the inside of his boxers.
Shane moans out just a moment later, leaning down to press his forehead to Ilya’s, whimpering into his mouth as he finishes as well.
They lie there like that for a moment, catching their breaths, before Shane presses a sweet peck to the corner of Ilya’s lips.
“Something like that?” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s mouth, and Ilya laughs breathily.
“Yes, perfect. Always so perfect for me.” Ilya confesses, squeezing Shane’s hips.
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“Did you wanna do anything today, or just this?” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s chest.
A couple of hours have passed since they woke up; they have showered, eaten, and are now back to lying in bed together.
“I think just this. Just for today. Still tired from yesterday.” Ilya mumbles into Shane’s hair, and Shane nods. Shane presses a quick peck to the skin of Ilya’s pec just under his mouth.
“I was thinking we could go to Reykjavík tomorrow. Get some dinner in town.” Shane suggests, his voice lilting towards the end of his sentence.
Ilya gasps. “Are you asking me on a date, Mr Rozanov?” Ilya grins, and Shane smiles.
“If you’ll have me, Mr Hollander.” Shane looks up at Ilya from his chest, and Ilya looks down with a smile.
“Always, cолнышко.”
“We should also probably go grocery shopping today. We can’t just live off of soup.” Shane says mirthfully, and Ilya sighs, but nods in agreement.
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“You wanna go for a walk with me?” Shane asks later that evening, as he bends down by the front door to tie his shoe laces. They’ve done the grocery shopping, and Shane wants to enjoy the last hour of the sunlight outside.
“Of course, мой любимый, I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.” Ilya says, pulling his coat on.
“You’re so dramatic.” Shane laughs, pulling Ilya into a kiss by the collar of his coat.
The sun was shining brightly, and the snow on the ground was white and crisp, and made a satisfying crunch as they strolled along the field in their boots.
The weather was very reminiscent of being back in Ottawa, and they saunter down the snowy field, their hands clasped to each other through their thick gloves.
As they walk, Shane spends a lot of time just running his eyes over the bright landscape, enjoying being away from the city for once.
“Hey, you see that?” Ilya questions, his face scrunching up in confusion, as he points to an odd, almost rectangular, brown object, just sitting in the snow about 200 metres away.
“Weird. As far as I know, our lodge is the only one in the area.” Shane mumbles, likewise staring at the strange object.
“Wait, wait! There’s more over there!” Ilya points further to their right, and he’s right; there’s at least 10 of them, most of them a similar shade of brown, although with some black and white ones amongst them, and they’re all scattered around the field.
“Wait, is that…?” Shane squints, and suddenly, all of the odd shapes move in tandem, charging down the length of the field, now close enough for them to recognise just what they’re looking at.
“Holy fuck. We should probably run.” Shane fumbles anxiously, pulling Ilya backwards by his hand. Ilya laughs in amazement at the sight before them. “Ilya, please.” Shane pleads, pulling harder on Ilya’s arm. Ilya follows him slowly, although unable to shift his eyes from the herd of horses now galloping towards them.
The horses crowd around them just a moment later, and Shane yelps as one steps forward to snuffle at the hood of his coat. Shane tucks himself under Ilya’s arm, hiding his face in his neck, and Ilya chuckles in pure wonder at the beasts surrounding them.
“Shane.” Ilya laughs, squeezing his husband’s shoulders to get his attention. “I think they are friendly.” Ilya laughs as another horse steps forward to sniff and lick at Shane’s face. “I think they are just curious.”
“Can you get them to stop licking me?” Shane huffs into Ilya’s neck, and Ilya moves his other arm to distract the horse away from Shane. Shane lifts his head then, looking at the few horses cautiously. Counting now, and he sees there are 12 of them, just standing around and watching them.
“What are they doing?” Shane asks unsurely, looking around at them all.
“I think they are just curious. Maybe they think we have food or something.” Ilya shrugs, moving forward to stroke his gloved hand down the neck of one of the horses in front of them. Just then, Shane, now away from Ilya, another horse comes up behind Shane and nudges him in the side. Shane yelps again, and moves forward back in Ilya’s orbit. He grips the back of his husband’s coat with both hands tightly.
“Shane, there is no reason to be scared.” Ilya turns to him, and holds his arms, staring at him intensely. “If you are really uncomfortable, we can go back to the lodge.” Ilya reassures, and Shane nods quickly.
“Please, can we?” Shane mutters, still staring into Ilya’s eyes.
“Yes, of course.” Ilya pulls Shane back under his arm, and guides them both back the way they came, the horses scattered enough to make it through the herd without trouble.
They walk in silence back to the lodge, Shane turning over his shoulder to check on the horses every minute or so. At first, some of them had trailed them a bit, making Shane really anxious, but they trailed off in a different direction after a while.
Back inside, shedding off their winter clothes, Ilya moves into the kitchen to make them some tea. Shane stares after him for a moment, just watching his husband move around naturally in this space, like he is already so at home here.
“I’m sorry.” Shane mumbles, sitting at the dining table, and looking down at his lap as he fiddles with his hands.
“Why sorry?” Ilya shrugs, bringing 2 mugs of tea over to the dining table – chamomile and honey for Shane, and breakfast tea with plenty of milk and sugar for Ilya.
“I don’t mean to ruin your fun.”
“Shane, you do not ruin anything. I am having fun. Being with you is fun for me.” Ilya states simply, leaning forward to squeeze Shane’s hands, before sitting back to drink his tea and scroll on his phone. Shane smiles to himself, and sips his tea as well.
Day 3 – 13th December 2026
“Mr Hollander, how you woo me.” Ilya bats his eyelashes up at Shane, and Shane laughs as Ilya climbs out of their rental car, stepping back and opening the car door wider for him.
“How did you get a table so short in advance?” Ilya questions with a grin, following Shane into the moodily lit restaurant.
“Uh, I may have booked it for us a few weeks ago.” Shane mumbles shyly, and Ilya chuckles in delight, pulling Shane close with an arm around his waist, and pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
“See? You woo me.” Ilya grins, and Shane smiles in return.
“Reservation for Hollanov?” Shane tells the maître d' softly, and the woman smiles, and leads them to a private table near the back of the building. They sit and give the maître d' polite smiles, before glancing at their menus.
“…’Hollanov?’” Ilya questions with a smirk, and Shane chuckles, the blush on his face bright and full of life.
“You’re more of a wine guy than I am. What do you think we should get?” Shane questions awkwardly, browsing the extensive wine list that sat on the table.
“Shane. You hate wine.” Ilya states, and Shane thumbs at his lip anxiously.
“I know, but that’s what people do on dinner dates. They order wine, and they eat fancy schmancy foods, like lobster, caviar, truffles, wagyu steak, foie gras.” Shane insists, and Ilya chuckles.
“Shane. Order whatever you like. Don’t worry about what other people do.” Ilya scoffs, looking down to his own drink menu. “Ooohh, they have the водка I like.” Ilya looks up to his husband with a pleased grin.
“…Do they have ginger ale?” Shane mumbles, putting the wine list aside. Ilya smiles at him, before turning his head down to skim over the menu.
“Actually, yeah. They do.” Ilya grins, as Shane sighs in relief.
“You are so pretty.” Ilya mumbles, his face bright as he gazes at his husband fondly.
“Shut up.” Shane laughs, which makes Ilya’s smile grow wider.
A waiter comes around then for their drink orders, and Shane orders his ginger ale, while Ilya orders his vodka.
“What are you feeling for dinner?” Shane asks, skimming his eyes down the light cream card stock menu, the gold print, though in English, blurring together and overwhelming him at all the options.
“They have burgers. Is that ‘fancy schmancy’?” Ilya teases, and Shane rolls his eyes with a grin fighting its way on his face. “Oooh and an option to add foie gras to it! Guess it is fancy schmancy.”
“Burgers are good.” Shane mumbles awkwardly, and Ilya nods agreeably.
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“Thank you for taking me on a lovely date, Mr Hollanov.” Ilya smirks, turning in the passenger seat to better face Shane, leaning the side of his head on the chair. Shane turns back with a humoured smirk on his face, coping Ilya’s position in the driver’s seat.
“It was my pleasure, Mr… uhh… Rozander?” Shane thinks aloud, laughing when Ilya does.
They sit in the car quietly for a moment, just enjoying the presence of one another.
“It’s getting cold, we should probably head inside.” Shane mumbles, blinking slowly.
“Trying to get into my bed, Hollander? This is only our first date.” Ilya jokes, and Shane huffs a laugh.
“Shut up.” Shane smiles, before his face drops slightly. “I’m sorry for being awkward in the restaurant.” Shane bites his lip, looking down at the console between their chairs.
“Hey, no sorries. You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand. You wanted to give me the whole ‘fancy first date’ experience, and I love that. I loved tonight, Shane. So no more sorries, okay?” Ilya insists, and Shane nods with a sniff, wiping his hands over his face, before moving to get out of the car.
Ilya watches with a charmed grin as Shane jogs around the front of the car, and opens Ilya’s door for him. Shane offers him his hand to help him out of the car, and Ilya laughs delightedly, taking his husband’s hand, and pulling him into a hug once he’s standing to his full height.
They just stand there for a minute, embracing and settling in each others’ arms.
“This is very nice, but I’m getting really cold.” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s neck, and Ilya moves away to smile at Shane, before nodding his head in the direction of the front door of the lodge.
Day 4 – 14th December 2026
“Shane, have you seen the view?” Ilya nudges his side excitedly, swimming forward to the edge of the pool.
They were in the sky lagoon in Kopavogur, and the nearly-permanent look of childlike wonder on Ilya’s face alone has already made this whole trip worth everything to Shane.
Shane swims up behind Ilya, wrapping his arms around his waist, and hooking his chin over Ilya’s shoulder. “I know, so pretty.” Shane mumbles, as they look out at the ocean, a heavy fog sitting atop the water, and making it feel like they were looking out at the heavens.
“I love you so much.” Shane mumbles again, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s shoulder. Ilya hums contentedly.
“I love you too, Шаня.” Ilya sighs happily, leaning his head back to rest against the side of Shane’s, running his hands over Shane’s arms wrapped over his abs.
“Why did we wait so long to do this? We never even had a honeymoon.” Shane murmurs, hugging Ilya closer to his chest. Ilya just hums, turning in his husband’s arms, and wrapping his arms around Shane’s neck.
“Was big mistake, I see this now.” Ilya says softly, before pressing a passionate kiss to Shane’s lips.
“So… does that make this our honeymoon?” Shane questions into Ilya’s mouth, and Ilya hums in agreement, a wide grin growing slowly on his face.
“I think so. This feels like vacation dedicated to our love.” Ilya smirks, pressing another heated kiss to Shane’s lips, making his husband moan in appreciation, his hands running up and down Ilya’s sides.
“We probably shouldn’t do this here.” Shane mutters, trying to subtly look around to see if anyone was looking, to see everyone was paying no mind.
“You think we are first couple to have romantic moment here? There have probably already been dozens this week alone.” Ilya insists, and Shane huffs, turning back to meet his eyes.
“Romantic, maybe. But I’m not exactly gunning to be the first couple kicked out for having an inappropriate moment here.” Shane mutters, gesturing down to their crotches at the word ‘inappropriate’. Ilya laughs.
“I am almost 100% certain we are also not first couple to do something sexual here.” Ilya laughs again, and Shane gives him an unimpressed look.
“We aren’t doing anything sexual here. If you wanna have sex, we’ll go back to the lodge.”
“Okay.” Ilya shrugs, before moving to swim out of the infinity pool. Shane sputters, fully expecting that to disarm his husband’s libido.
“Wait, really?” Shane squeaks, swimming after his husband.
—
They’re lying on their sides, Ilya leaning up on his elbow, as he pushes Shane's knee up to his chest, scooting down ever so slightly as he nudges his husband’s entrance with his dick. Shane's hand comes back to hold onto Ilya’s hip as he feels Ilya gently push past the rim, the tip burying inside of him. Ilya grips onto Shane's ass, holding Shane open as he slides in nearly all the way, and Shane lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
He turns his head back to look up at Ilya and kisses him, whispering against his soft lips. "Keep going." Shane gasps as Ilya fills him up, adjusting to the familiar stretch.
“Is it okay?” Ilya asks sweetly, and Shane nods eagerly.
"It feels really good. Always so deep." He moans, tracing his fingers up and down his own chest blissfully.
Ilya kisses him again and gives a short and gentle thrust. "Is that okay?"
"Yes." He mumbles. Shane turns back to grip onto the pillow in front of him. Once he finally adjusts, the slow, deep thrusts hit his prostate just right. Ilya is kissing on the back of his neck, and caressing his side down to his thighs.
It's passionate and loving in the caress of their hands and the kiss of their lips. It leaves them feeling as warm on the inside as they are on the outside.
A shaky moan escapes Shane’s lips when Ilya hits his prostate particularly hard.
"Fuck, I love the way you sound, лучик." Ilya groans, as he grinds against Shane's prostate. Shane is whining and panting into the sheets he's tightly gripping onto. His hand reaches down and desperately wraps around his dick.
"Please don't stop, please." Shane begs. “I'm gonna cum."
Ilya only increases his pace and Shane's brows furrow, his eyes flutter close, mouth agape as he cums into his hand with a loud moan.
Ilya chases his own orgasm moments later, heavily grunting into Shane's shoulder, Shane’s name leaving his lips gravelly as he cums.
He pulls out, grabbing some wet wipes from the bedside table, and giving them to Shane so he can clean his hands. Shane turns around to face Ilya, who's still coming down from his orgasmic high, his eyelids droopy. Shane gazes up at Ilya while he's still a bit out of it. He gently caresses Ilya's cheek and in that moment, it hits him all at once just how lucky he is to have this beautiful, wonderful, passionate man in his life.
“I love you.” Shane practically gasps out, and Ilya stares blankly for a moment, before a pleasantly surprised and broad grin grows slowly on his face.
“I love you too.” Ilya whispers, his voice soft with awe. Ilya lies down over Shane’s body, practically blanketing him, and they hold each other for a moment.
Shane nudges him away just a minute later, climbing off the bed. “Nooooo, come back.” Ilya groans, as Shane walks over to the bathroom.
“I gotta go clean the cum out of my ass, I’ll be back in a minute.” Shane calls from the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting ringing out in the lodge.
“That’s hot.” Ilya calls back, and smiles at the sound of Shane’s guffaw.
—
They’re in the hot tub again, the heaters on but not the jets, the sun having set a few hours prior, and the privacy of the dark, quiet field settles over them like a blanket. They had heard that there were supposed to be northern lights tonight, and they were eager to see them in person for the first time.
“Do you think they will be more green or more pink?” Shane asks conversationally, and Ilya hums loudly in thought.
“I hope they are more pink. What about you?” He asks, turning to face Shane, who is already looking back at him.
Shane looks into Ilya’s eyes, the color ever-changing between shades of blue and green, and right now glimmering a deep blue in the light of the stars and the dim porch bulb a couple of metres behind Shane. They always look more blue in the dark, and more green in the light, and Shane feels so lucky that he gets to see both colors equally as often.
“I hope they’re more green.” Shane whispers between them, his gaze never once wavering from Ilya’s. Ilya smiles, and wraps a warm arm around Shane’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Shane presses a kiss to the underside of Ilya’s jaw, and they sit in peace for a moment.
The lights descend upon the night sky in rolling waves of green and blue. Shane admires the wondrous expression on Ilya’s face, and how the colored lights dance across his pupils as if the lights were painting the awe in his eyes themselves. And there was the green – amplified by and reflecting the natural phenomenon happening above their heads.
“My Мама would have loved to see this.” Ilya whispers hoarsely, his eyes watering at the thought that she never did get the opportunity to do so. Shane rubs his back, and holds him close to his side, watching the sky intently. Irina never had the opportunity to see this, so Shane wouldn’t take it for granted. For both her and Ilya.
Day 5 – 15th December 2026
On this day, 18 years ago, Shane introduced himself to Ilya.
”Ilya Rozanov? Shane Hollander, I wanted to introduce myself.”
And Ilya remembers the moment like it happened just yesterday. The day he met the love of his life. Ilya wonders sometimes if Shane had never taken the initiative to introduce himself that day, would their relationship have ended up this way? Instead of the occasional butting heads and competitive fucking, maybe they would have been passing ships in the night. Like the sun and the moon – forever dancing around each other, with the rare eclipse a handful of times a year, in the form of them meeting on the ice and at NHL events. The thought was depressing.
It was still dark outside, when Ilya awoke to the feel of lips trailing along his shoulder blades. Ilya is lying on his stomach, his entire back exposed to Shane’s soft and warm lips. He hums softly, letting his husband know that he's awake now.
"Happy anniversary, moy lyubimyy." Shane greets in heavily Canadian-accented Russian, his voice rough with sleep, indicating he had just woken up as well. Ilya grins at the pet name, always charmed whenever his husband speaks his language. Shane’s lips continue to trail across Ilya’s back, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses as he goes, paying extra attention to the moles scattered there.
Ilya lets Shane do what he wants, his body reveling in his touch, and his mind still foggy from just waking up.
Shane is hovering above him now, stripping the covers off of Ilya completely, the duvet falling off the side of the bed and exposing Ilya’s bare ass to the room. Shane bends back down to kiss Ilya's back as he slowly moves down his body. Ilya leans up on his elbows, looking at Shane over his shoulder. He gets to just above his ass, kissing at the soft skin right above. Shane looks up and their eyes meet. Shane's normally bright, chestnut brown eyes are tinted darker with lust, almost black.
Ilya opens his mouth to say something – what, he isn't quite sure, but he doesn't get the chance to, as Shane mumbles to him. "Wanna make you feel good," before spreading his cheeks and licking over his hole.
"Oh fuck," Ilya moans, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches Shane eat him out. His tongue laps at his hole, the tip pressing against the muscle of his hole insistently, encouraging it open, making Ilya moan so loudly in the quiet of the lodge.
Shane pulls back just enough to say, "Gonna add my fingers, that okay?"
"Yes. Please." Ilya groans, pulling the pillow to his chest to hug tightly, his head falling forward in anticipation.
Shane smirks at him, biting his left cheek playfully before shoving his tongue back inside of him and slowly adding one finger alongside it.
"боже мой, Shane." Ilya moans as he pushes his ass back against the welcomed intrusion.
Shane moans loudly against him as he crooks his finger inside, trying to find his husband’s prostate, grinning into his ass when a moan is forced out of Ilya at the pressure. Shane removes his tongue and adds a second finger.
"Fuck, you're so hot, Ilya. Taking my fingers so good." Shane moans, as he watches his fingers move in and out of his husband's hole. "Turn over." He says eagerly, as he pulls his fingers out and taps the side of Ilya's hip.
Ilya turns around willingly, looking up at his husband's face. He smiles softly as Shane leans over him to kiss him on the lips.
Ilya moans deeply into it, his arms wrapping around him to hold him close, as he slips his tongue into his mouth. Shane rests his body against Ilya's, their hard dicks rubbing against each other.
Shane pulls back and kisses his way back down Ilya's body until he reaches his big cock, standing straight up, pre-cum leaking down the head coating his shaft.
Shane nods his head to the bedside table, and Ilya looks over and sees the lube. He grabs it and hands it to Shane, who places it next to Ilya's hip, before taking Ilya's cock into his mouth unceremoniously.
"Fuck, Shane." Ilya moans, his hips jerking up involuntarily.
Shane moans deeply around him. He takes the lube and taps Ilya's leg, guiding his husband’s knees up and placing his feet firmly on the mattress, giving Shane access to his hole again. Shane coats his fingers generously in the lube, before slowly pushing them inside Ilya again, still a bit loose and wet from his tongue.
Ilya feels so much pleasure at once, he can't help but jerk his hips up into Shane's perfect mouth, and back against the fingers inside of him, touching his prostate and sending intense, warm waves throughout his entire body.
"Shane, please, need you now." Ilya pants, his head pressed back into his pillow. He looks down at Shane as he pulls his mouth off of him.
"What do you need?" Shane asks, a teasing smirk rising on his face, his eyes black with lust and passion.
"Need your perfect cock in me, котик." Ilya says, moaning deeply when Shane crooks his fingers inside of him, brushing his prostate again.
"Jesus," Shane moans. He reaches up the mattress for the unoccupied pillow, and Ilya lifts his hips just enough for Shane to slide it under his lower back.
They don't do this often – Shane topping – but when they do, it's always intense. Ilya gets so worked up – turned on by watching Shane get overwhelmed thrusting into him, and Shane, though he doesn't usually prefer to top, loves doing it for Ilya because of how into it he gets. Ilya becomes a quivering, begging, cock slut when Shane tops, and that experience will never not be wildly enjoyable for Shane. For both of them really.
Shane strokes his cock with more lube, wanting to reduce the risk of hurting his husband, since he hasn't topped Ilya in a while. He leans over his body, kissing him deeply on the lips, as he presses the head of his cock to Ilya's hole. Ilya moans, wrapping his legs around Shane's waist and his arms around his shoulders, holding him close as he licks into his mouth.
Shane slowly pushes inside of him, both panting and moaning into each other's mouths, until Shane bottoms out.
"Fuck, Ilya, you feel so good, so tight," Shane moans, not moving yet, just feeling Ilya's warm heat engulf him.
"You too. Move." Ilya demands desperately, his hands moving down Shane's back and grabbing onto his ass.
"Alright, no need to be so bossy." Shane teases, before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in deeply.
"Fuck." Ilya moans, as Shane continues, fucking him faster and faster, harder and harder, and plunging his dick deep into his husband’s hole, stimulating his prostate and overwhelming him in pleasure.
"Don't stop. боже мой, моя любовь, you're so good, give it to me so good, ебать." Ilya moans, his back arching as Shane slams into his prostate. "Fuck, yeah, love your perfect cock. You fill me up so good, Shane."
"Fuck, Ilya," Shane moans, pressing his face into his neck as he fucks him even harder, even deeper, the slight burn in his hips somewhat reminiscent of the muscle aches he feels after an intense period on the ice.
"I'm close, Шанья." Ilya tells him. Shane pulls back enough that he can take Ilya's cock in hand and stroke him in time with his thrusts. "Just like that, fuck." Ilya hisses, looking down the length of his sweaty and flushed torso to watch as Shane’s arm flexes with his movements on Ilya’s cock.
Ilya pulls Shane to him, kissing him hard and moaning into his lips, as he cums between them, all over Shane's fist and their stomachs.
Shane bites Ilya's bottom lip as his own orgasm takes over, cumming hard inside of his husband.
Shane falls down on top of Ilya, and the two lay there sticky and sweaty before Shane slowly pulls out and lays down next to him on the bed.
They both turn to look at each other, soft, bright smiles on their faces. "Happy anniversary, moya lyubov." Shane says, making Ilya chuckle again at his strong Canadian accent.
He reaches over to caress Shane’s face softly. "Come here." Ilya whispers, as he pulls Shane in for a sweet kiss. "Я тебя люблю." he whispers against his lips.
"I love you too," Shane says just as softly before kissing him deeper, showing him just how much he loves and appreciates him.
Day 6 – 16th December 2026
The Christmas market was expansive and crowded. The snow sat crisp and unmarked on the wooden roofs of the market stalls, and the strings of lights connecting all the stalls lit up the entire town square in a warm, yellow glow.
Although they were there for their anniversary (which they had thoroughly celebrated in their lodge all day the day prior), the Christmas market was an irresistible experience.
They browsed the stalls for trinkets and Christmas decorations for the Hollanders and their friends, they drank sinfully sweet hot chocolate, enjoyed a kleinur each, and even ran into a fan, with which they took a photograph.
The afternoon had been fun and relaxing in a way that big crowds like this never usually were for Shane. They strolled between the stalls with their gloved hands clasped tightly together, pointing things out to each other every few seconds in awe.
They find a few trinkets to take back home to gift to the Hollanders, as well as their friends, while also finding lots of decorations they couldn’t wait to display with their children once they returned home.
The week had been a dream for them – getting away and just being together, with no one else around, has been so therapeutic and cathartic. They were missing their children, of course, and their parents, their friends, their home, but getting away for just a week was a long time coming. Before this week was probably their longest dry spell in the bedroom; having 2 toddlers in the house was a big adjustment for them, especially as their relationship has always been very hot and heavy. Of course, they wouldn’t change a thing. Since they adopted the Russian twins just last year, their lives had been a lot more hectic and overwhelming, but also so full of love. It was hard a lot of the time. Adjusting to not just one, but 2 young children being in their lives full-time had been hard for both of them, but they never once regretted adopting. Mikhail and Katya were so full of life, and it may be overwhelming sometimes, but it also added so much to their relationship that they never expected.
Still, it did not make for an easy sex life, and so they had barely restrained themselves from touching each other, even in non-sexual ways. Just getting to be affectionate, without having to worry if the kids are getting in trouble, was the much-needed break they needed.
They were flying home tomorrow. It was bittersweet, the thought; they love this place, and they will be sad to leave, but they’re also eager to return to the place they first built a home together. The home where they started their family.
—
It’s like he’s made of outer space, Ilya thinks absently, watching his beautiful husband ride him into the mattress like he was built for it.
Shane had spent a lot of time in their lives in Ilya’s lap, and still the sight never failed to take Ilya’s breath away. But this time makes all those other times pale in comparison.
The stars were so wondrous and magical here in Iceland, but now, Shane rocking back and forth in Ilya’s lap, the windows of their bedroom providing the perfect backdrop to Shane’s perfect body, and Shane’s freckles out-shine them all.
As Shane’s body moves, glistening with sweat in the light of the moon, the muscles in his thighs flexing deliciously, his breaths hitching every time his ass lands back against Ilya’s hips.
“Feels so good.” Shane whimpers, the noise cutting through the pants and groans filling the lodge. He leans forward a bit, resting his hands on Ilya’s pecs, and using them as leverage in his new position. He cries out at the particularly firm jab against his prostate that this new position rewards him.
“You feel so good, мое созвездие. So beautiful.” Ilya moans, gasping at the intense feelings overwhelming his body, as he stares more intently at his husband’s flushed and freckled face, the sweat beginning to mat Shane’s hair against his forehead.
“Need you to- I can’t-” Shane huffs with effort, slowing his pace and grinding harder on Ilya’s dick. “Fuck me, Ilya.” He groans, leaning his forehead against Ilya’s. Ilya responds by bucking his hips upwards, and Shane’s head falls forward into the crook of Ilya’s neck at the force of it, both men groaning loudly.
They rock together, at a slow but purposeful pace, panting with the effort and pleasure into each others’ necks.
Ilya was absolutely beside himself, fighting to keep his eyes open and fixated on his husband’s face, as Shane sits up again, resuming his grinds back against Ilya’s now flexing hips. Every time Shane would lift off of Ilya’s dick, Ilya’s body would arch up to chase the sensation, trying to minimise the distance between their bodies. Ilya’s jaw is slack, as Shane’s mouth curls into a satisfied grin at his husband’s desperation.
Shane speeds up again, a broken cry ripping out of his throat when a particularly harsh jab lands on his prostate, the angle just perfect.
Ilya glides his hands up the lengths of his husband’s thick thighs, gripping frantically to Shane’s powerful hips. Shane was overwhelming all of his senses, the only saving grace being his hyper-fixation on the man’s freckles.
Shane was like a force of nature, riding Ilya with abandon, exuding sex and warmth. People were always pulled into his orbit, much like the sun and the planets. And from where he was reclined against the bed, his husband flexing his muscular body against the backdrop of the night sky, Ilya has just one thought playing on a loop in his mind – the stars and planets have nothing on you.
Ilya snaps his gaze from Shane’s face just enough to watch his husband’s dick bouncing between them, all long and red and swollen, and pooling precum against his navel. Instinctively, Ilya reaches down to grasp Shane’s flailing cock, spreading the precum around the flushed head.
Shane’s eyes were scrunched tightly, deep moans ripping themselves out of his throat. Ilya watches, enraptured, as Shane drives himself down again and again, his pace never wavering, despite the slight tremble Ilya can feel running through his husband’s thighs, and into Ilya’s hips.
Ilya needs Shane’s lips on him, he decides suddenly. He pulls his hand away from Shane’s dick reluctantly, and uses the hand to pull Shane down by the back of his head. Ilya’s tongue roughly parts Shane’s lips, as he digs the blunt nails of his other hand into the muscle of Shane’s ass, aiding him in his ride. Their lips mingle clumsily, sucking and biting and focusing more on closeness than technique.
Every time Shane drops down, Ilya’s formidable dick fills him so perfectly, pummelling Shane’s prostate. Shane whimpers openly into Ilya’s mouth, hot breaths exchanged back and forth, as their mouths fall uncoordinated from the pleasure.
“God, your fucking dick.” Shane mumbles drunkenly, the praise rolling from his tongue unabashedly, and Ilya can’t do anything but whimper in response.
Ilya’s hand slides from the back of Shane’s head, and down to his jaw, holding it tightly in his hand and forcing Shane to meet his gaze. They stare for a moment, getting lost in each others’ eyes, and the poems about falling into their lover’s eyes make so much sense in that moment.
“Need you to cum on my dick, малыш.” Ilya whines, releasing Shane’s jaw, and moving both hands back to Shane’s waist to encourage him to move even faster.
That is all the provocation Shane needs. He clamps his hands down on Ilya’s shoulders once more, and manages to thrust his hips even faster, almost inhumanely, rolling his hips in tight circles and stimulating his prostate even more intensely.
Ilya shoots up then, sitting up against Shane, pressing their chests against each other, until they are completely plastered to each other, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other as they continue to thrust. Shane had thought the prostate stimulation was intense before, but at this new angle, the intensity doubled, heightened even more by the proximity of his husband, who was whimpering into his neck and nibbling on the skin there.
“God, right there, baby.” Shane whines loudly, a guttural cry forced from his lips, the rumble of the cry felt deep in Shane’s diaphragm.
Ilya surges forward into Shane’s mouth, stopping short to gasp in Shane’s mouth, their lips grazing against each other. “Fuck, I’m so close, красивый.” Ilya whimpers.
“Me too, me too, fuck me, Ilya!” Shane moans loudly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his husband begins desperately pistoning his hips up into his hole. Shane’s head follows the direction of his eyes, dropping back on his shoulders, and exposing his neck to his husband’s mouth. Shane clings for his life against Ilya’s shoulders, as he treats Shane’s prostate as his own personal punching bag.
The brutal rhythm of Ilya’s thrusts begins to waver as his balls draw up, his orgasm fast approaching. Ilya is hitting Shane’s prostate perfectly, and they can only hold off for so long.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Shane warns desperately, and Ilya nods frantically, their stilted moans loud and filling the small lodge in a cacophony.
Ilya is in the middle of what feels like an out-of-body experience as this perfect angel writhes and pants in his lap, the constellation of freckles decorating his shoulders and face, and Ilya traces them with his eyes, beginning to feel lightheaded and high off of his husband.
Ilya wraps an arm around Shane’s back, and holds onto Shane’s ass cheek with one hand, holding them open as he fucks up into his husband. Shane’s dick is pressed between their stomachs as they move, the dual pleasure overwhelming him in the best possible way.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m right there, Shane.” Ilya whines again.
The full impact of Ilya’s orgasm hits him all at once, and he finally snaps his eyes away from Shane’s freckles, his eyelids clamping shut at the pleasure, and feeling so lightheaded from the pleasure, he briefly thinks he may pass out. Each thrust delivers load after load of hot cum into Shane’s fucked out hole.
“Keep going, don’t stop.” Shane urges, and Ilya complies. Ilya gives his ass one more squeeze, and his neck one more bite (this one particularly rough), and this is the last straw for Shane, as he writhes and moans loudly through his explosive orgasm. Shane’s cum shoots between them, coating both of their chests, and making a slippery, sticky mess.
They collapse back on the bed together then, their bodies a crumpled heap of sweat and cum. They lay there for a few minutes, catching their breaths together, as the blood begins pumping back into their brains.
“Damn. That was one heck of a work out.” Shane breaths, breaking the comfortable silence of the past few minutes. Ilya huffs a laugh, guiding Shane’s hips off of his lap to pull his sensitive dick free, the cum trickling out of his hole now.
“We will be feeling this one for days, I think.” Ilya smirks, and Shane hums delightedly at the thought.
They lie facing each other for a moment, and Ilya is back to tracing Shane’s freckles with his eyes.
“I was just thinking,” Ilya yawns, his eyes drooping quickly from the sudden, bone-deep exhaustion. “The stars and planets have nothing on you.” He mumbles, falling into a deep sleep, and just barely missing the pleasantly surprised grin on his husband’s face.
Day 7 – 17th December 2026
Leaving was bittersweet, and their eyes were a bit teary at the goodbye.
The lodge had been a good home for them, and despite being used to large, open spaces, the small lodge never once felt claustrophobic. It actually felt more like the perfect place to keep their love safe and secure. They may be out about their relationship now, and have been for years, but there were still many things that they could never tell anyone besides each other, and they both knew those midnight confessions and sweet somethings will forever remain safe here.
Packing was a whole ordeal – fitting their new Christmas trinkets from the market, and also the soaps from the bathroom into their luggage was a struggle, but they managed (and Shane had proactively left a little leeway with the weight of their suitcases before they left, so they could bring back souvenirs).
“We’ll come back one day, right?” Ilya murmurs, a small pout on his face, as they stand facing each other in the middle of the lodge. Shane nods, a sad smile on his own face.
“We’ll come back one day. Maybe next year?”
“It’s a date.” Ilya teases, and they both huff a laugh.