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Shane is buzzing with anticipation, thinking of what's about to come tonight. He hasn't seen Ilya in weeks. He received a text from Ilya earlier today, telling him he was in town and that he would be coming to his place at 9PM.
It's now 9:30, of course Ilya is late. Shane is waiting in his living room, fidgeting on the sofa in the quiet of the night, the only source of light coming through the windows of his apartment.
He likes being in the dark, bathed in the moonlight, it usually calms his racing mind but Ilya being late is pissing him off. He would wait for him for ten more minutes, and if he came after that, llya would be left at the door.
Lucky for Ilya, he came in time. Shane hears the doorbell but he deliberately waits until Ilya is banging on the door, punishing him for making him wait for over thirty minutes. Shane is about to get up to open the door, when an idea comes to him. He runs back to his bedroom to fetch the hoodie Ilya gave him the last time he came to visit and puts it on, knowing it will drive llya crazy. Shane takes off his sweatpants as well so he is left wearing only the hoodie and his boxers. He checks himself out in the mirror, a satisfied smile on his face, he looks obscene.
Ilya's hoodie is slightly oversized and it falls on his thighs, hiding the boxers, giving the illusion that he is naked underneath. The banging on the door is still going and Shane takes all his time as he makes his way towards the door.
He stands behind the door, listening to Ilya’s frustrated sighs, chuckling. "Hollander, come on! Don't let me stand here like a fucking idiot. Open the door!" Ilya yells.
Shane opens the door, leaning on the door frame, cocking his hips, staring at Ilya with an annoyed look. Ilya takes in the view that's presented to him, he looks Shane up and down before grunting and leaning in to kiss him but Shane puts a hand on his chest to stop him.
"You're late." He says to Ilya.
Ilya rolls his eyes before replying. "So what? Am I not allowed to kiss you?"
"You're right. You've made me wait for you for over thirty minutes, you've wasted our time. So yeah, you are not allowed to kiss me right now." Shane says before heading back to the living room. Ilya tries to grab him by the waist but Shane bats his hands away. "No. You're not allowed to touch me either, Rozanov. You will have to wait." he says as he hears Ilya whine behind him.
"What the fuck Hollander?" Ilya asks, desperate.
"You want me?" Shane asks. Ilya nods frantically. "Good. I'll make you work for it."
"Work for it? What do you mean?" Ilya asks.
Shane pretends to think for a moment even if he already knows what he's about to ask. "Let me see." He says looking around the living room. His eyes land on the kitchen sink across the room.
Ilya follows his gaze and laughs. "What. You want me to do the dishes?" but he stops laughing as he sees from the look on Shane's face that he's not joking. "Wait, you're serious?" Shane sits down on the stool facing the sink, Ilya looks at him as Shane spreads his legs, revealing his erection. "Fuck Hollander, does bossing me around turn you on? You're such a little brat. My little brat." Hearing Ilya calls him his little brat sends a rush of heat coursing through his body.
With his eyes locked on llya, he says to him. "Do the dishes. If you do them well enough, maybe I'll let you kiss me." He presses a hand on his hard-on, a wet spot appearing on his boxers where he's leaking already. Ilya is mesmerised by the sight in front of him, his arousal clearly visible through his jeans.
“And if I do them really well, will you suck my dick?” Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow.
Shane licks his lips, Ilya catching the movement. “Shut up Rozanov and get to work. The sooner you do them, the sooner you’ll find out if I suck your dick or not.”
“Didn’t know you had that in you, Hollander. Maybe I should arrive late more often.” Ilya says, crossing his arms, leaning against the counter. A smirk on his face but it easily falls when Shane stands up and starts leaving.
“You won’t do the dishes? Fine, I’ll play with myself alone.” Shanes says, his back to Ilya. He smiles when he hears the water running. He loves this game, he’s never felt this aroused before and Ilya seems to be into it as well. So Shane sits back on his stool and watches Ilya, giving him instructions from time to time. “Too much soap.” He says as he slides a hand through his underwear, stroking himself lazily, exhaling shaky breaths.
That makes Ilya stop in his tracks. “Are you touching yourself?” as he’s about to turn around, Shane stops him.
“No. You don’t get to look at me, not until you’re done doing what I asked for.” Shane says as he continues to stroke himself. “You can only listen.” He exhales a shaky breath.
“Fuck Hollander, you’re driving me insane.” Ilyas says as he returns to his task. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’re going to feel me for days.” He hears Shane moan. He’s being reduced to being Shane’s housewife and he loves it. Ilya is almost done as he moves on the glasses.
“Use the soft sponge, those are crystal.” Shane whispers as he presses a finger on his slit, enjoying the pressure. “Fuck.” Shane whimpers.
“Why do you use crystal?” Ilya asks.
Shane is so out of it that he doesn’t answer. Ilya finishes the dishes and turns around, finally looking at Shane who is sprawled against the bar, head thrown back. And what a fucking vision. “All done solnyshko. Now will you suck my dick?”. Ilya asks. Shane’s hand stops moving along his length. He stands up on shaky legs before pressing his mouth against Ilya, biting his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth. Ilya puts a hand on Shane’s cock, pressing at the base “So hard for me already.” He says against Shane’s mouth.
Shane drops his head on Ilya’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose in his neck. “You smell so good, Ilya. I missed you.” he says. “Please let me suck your dick.”
Ilya laughs, “Oh so we’re back on first name basis?” He says caressing Shane’s back.
“Oh fuck off.” Shane says before dropping to his knees in front of Ilya, pulling his jeans and underwear in one swift motion and wrapping a hand around his base, squeezing lightly before stroking him lazily. Shane licks along Ilya’s length before wrapping his mouth around the head.
“Look at me.” Ilya says. Shane lifts his gaze to Ilya, hollowing his cheeks, taking him further. “Missed your pretty mouth, always taking me so well.” Ilya murmurs. Shane whimpers around his dick. Ilya’s hand moves to Shane’s hair, tucking slightly. “Can I fuck your mouth now?” Shane nods so Ilya starts fucking his mouth slow at first to let Shane adjust to him. But once he feels his throat relax, Ilya starts thrusting harder, gripping hard on Shane’s hair. “So good for me Shane” Ilya says, panting.
The sounds Shane makes are obscene, he keeps moaning around Ilya, enjoying the sensation of his mouth being stretched. Ilya stops thrusting suddenly, tapping Shane on the cheek signaling him to get up. So Shane does and Ilya kisses him, tasting himself on Shane’s tongue. “Where do you want me now?” Ilya asks.
“Bedroom.” Shane replies with a raspy voice.
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Shane leads Ilya to the bedroom without breaking their kiss once. In the bedroom, Ilya undresses quickly before lying on the bed to watch Shane undress. “Come.” Ilya says, patting the place next to him. Instead of lying next to Ilya, Shane straddles him, earning a surprised gasp from Ilya. “Someone’s hungry.” he says chuckling. Shane kisses him angrily.
“Shut up.” Shane says, “I want you to open me up so I can ride you.” Ilya doesn’t need to be told twice. Shane positions himself so Ilya doesn’t need to move, he arches his back, ass on full display. Ilya brushes Shane’s hole with the pad of his finger, pressing lightly. He removes his finger and watches Shane clench around nothing. He presses a kiss on his cheek before leaning towards the nightstand to grab the lube. He slicks his fingers with it, rubbing them together to warm the lube.
“Ready?” Ilya asks. Shane’s nods, body trembling with anticipation. Ilya slowly pushes a finger into Shane’s hole. “So fucking tight.” Ilya exhales as he starts moving his finger inside of him. Once Shane starts rocking against it, he adds a second finger to stretch him more.
Shane is whimpering “I need more Ilya.” he begs.
“What do you need my love?” Ilya asks, moving his fingers inside him.
“You. I fucking need you.” Shane replies, frustrated.
Ilya removes his fingers. “Take me.” he says as he positions himself against the headboard.
Shane straddles Ilya again and guides Ilya’s head against his entrance. Shane slides slowly on Ilya cock, adjusting to the stretch. “Fuck, needed this.” he says once he’s fully seated. His own cock is throbbing, so he starts stroking himself matching the rhythm of his hips.
“You feel so good my love, all tight around me.” Ilya says as he starts thrusting to meet Shane in the middle. “God, you know what could make it even better?” Ilyas asks. Shane shakes his head no, putting his hands on Ilya’s chest to get some leverage. “A fucking cigarette.” Ilya says.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shane says he rolls his hips.
“Or what?” Ilya’s smile as he fetches the pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of his jeans. Shane watches Ilya as he takes a cigarette, puts it in his mouth and lights hit. “I’m in heaven, Shane Hollander is riding me while I’m having a smoke.” Ilya says as he exhales the smoke through his nose.
Shane watches him with an indecipherable look on his face. Oh he’s going to wipe that smirk off Ilya’s face. The rhythm of Shane’s hips intensifies, he keeps moving until he can feel Ilya tense beneath him.
Ilya has both hands on Shane’s waist, guiding him up and down, balancing the cigarette in his mouth. “Shane, are you close? I’m going to–” and that’s when Shane stops moving abruptly. He slides off Ilya and gets up. “What the fuck??” Ilya asks in horror.
Shane starts to put his hoodie back on before saying. “I told you not to light that cigarette.”
“You can’t be serious right now.” Ilya whines, “I was so close, I’m so fucking hard Shane please, don’t do this to me.” He says as he puts the cigarette out. “Come back please. I’ll be good I promise.” Ilya begs. “I’ll behave solnyshko. I promise.”
Shane crosses his arms, staying silent for two more minutes, his own cock aching with want but he enjoys it so much, having Ilya at his mercy. “Let’s see how well you’ll behave.” Shane finally says, taking the hoodie off, “You’re going to stay on the bed, and for ten minutes, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. You’re only allowed to watch. Touch yourself once and you’re out.” Shane says as he leaves the bedroom to retrieve something. Leaving a dumbfounded Ilya behind him.
Shane comes back a few minutes later and what he sees in front of him is incredible. Ilya is rock hard, his cock is leaking on his stomach, his body is glistening with sweat. Shane did all that. He positions himself at the foot of the bed with a dildo in his hand. Ilya can only watch “God. You’re killing me, Hollander.” Ilya moans, his cock twitching with want. Shane rubs the dildo against his entrance before pushing in. Ilya watches as Shane’s hole swallows the dildo and it takes all he has in his power not to touch himself right now. He can do this, he can be good for Shane.
Shane moans as he fucks the dildo into himself “See what you’re missing out on, this could’ve been for you but you ruined it.” Shane says chasing his own pleasure thrusting it hard and fast. “I would’ve loved to come on your cock Ilya, malysh.” Ilya’s breath catches in his throat. It's the first time he’s heard Shane use a Russian word and he pronounced it perfectly. Ilya can't take it anymore, he has to have Shane right now or he’ll combust.
“Please, solnyshko, please let me have you. You need more, that fucking dildo is useless. You need me. I need you.” Ilya almost yells.
“Then take me.” Shane whispers.
Ilya moves behind Shane, he puts a hand on his wrist to make him stop. Shane puts his ass up, the dildo still inside of him. Ilya grunts before pulling it out. He spits into Shane’s hole before entering him with one hard thrust. Shane cries with pleasure at the sensation of Ilya filling him up like he wanted. Shanes grips the sheets as Ilya starts pounding inside of him.
Ilya puts an arm around his waist and brings Shane against him, his back flush against his chest. Shane is completely boneless, Ilya’s hitting the right spot over and over again. “Gonna come for me solnyshko?” Ilya asks as he grabs Shane’s cock, stroking him while thrusting roughly inside of him.
“Please Ilya I’m close please please, keep going please.” Shane cries, holding onto Ilya’s hair from the back. Ilya kisses him on the neck then bites his earlobe. Shane’s body starts to tremble then stills as he starts coming, spilling all over his stomach and on Ilya’s hand. “Fuck Ilya shit oh my– I” Shane cries over and over again as hot white spurs keep coming. Ilya speeds up his rhythm, thrusting harder and harder as Shane clenches around him, making it almost painful for him. Ilya brings his finger to Shane’s mouth who sucks them instinctively.
Ilya buries his face inside of Shane’s neck, and with one last thrust, he spills into Shane “Oh fuck Hollander” he groans as he keeps thrusting through his release, then he stills inside of him.
“Fuck.” Shane says as he finally comes back from his orgasm. “That was so fucking hot.” Ilya kisses his cheek before slowly pulling out. Ilya pulls Shane down with him to lie on the bed. They kiss lazily for a while, holding on to each other. “I’m all dirty.” Shane says.
Ilya kisses him on the forehead before telling him. “Let’s take a shower, let me take care of you, solnyshko.” Shane smiles at him and kisses him for more time before nodding.
“Missed you malysh.” Shane whispers.
“Fuck say that again please.” Ilya asks.
“Malysh.” Shane says, smiling at him fondly.