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Flurries drifted outside the windows of Ilya and Shane’s home on the outskirts of Ottawa. A thick blanket of snow covered the trees in their backyard. Ilya took a sip of warm chamomile and watched the snow cascade on the frozen river behind their house. It had been snowing nonstop all week. He really needed to shovel their walkway, but there was nowhere to go. Their last game had been snowed out, and he and Shane hadn't left their home for the last three days. Ilya pressed his weight into the large grey sectional sofa beneath him, extending his legs, appreciating the warmth of the fireplace against the bottoms of his feet. He took another sip of his tea and wondered where Shane was.
"Shane, what are you doing?" Ilya called out. They had finished dinner not too long ago, and soon after, Shane disappeared upstairs. They usually cuddled on the couch together after dinner. Shane would read a book, while Ilya would watch an action movie from the 2010s that he probably had seen a dozen times. Ilya loved their routine. He waited for Shane to respond, but was met with silence. “Solnyshko, are you looking for a new boring hockey book?” Shane didn’t answer, again. Weird.
Ilya stood up and went upstairs. He smelled the faint scent of Shane's eucalyptus shampoo as he walked down the hallway to their bedroom. The door was cracked, and a warm stream of light poured out of the room into the hall. Ilya moved closer to the door and pushed it open. Shane was standing in the room with his back to the door. He was wearing a blue hoodie and a pair of Ilya's sweatpants. There was a chair from the study in the middle of the room, and next to the chair was a bundle of red rope. Ilya touched Shane's shoulder, causing him to jump, before he turned around to look at his husband.
"Shit, Ilya, you scared me," Shane said, his face flushing.
"Sorry, I was calling you downstairs, and you didn't answer me." He reached out to Shane, who was shifting his feet in front of him. He placed his hands on his waist and pulled him in, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "You disappeared after dinner. I missed you."
"Oh, sorry. I was distracted." Shane said, placing a soft kiss on Ilya's plush lips.
Ilya glanced curiously at the chair's haphazard placement and the red rope and gestured towards it with his hand. "Distracted with this?"
Shane let out a small laugh and looked up at Ilya through his long, dark lashes. Shane’s eyes glistened and looked deeply into his eyes. “Um, yeah, kinda. Since we’re snowed in, I was thinking we could try something…different.” He kissed Ilya again.
Ilya felt his heart flutter. "Different how?" Ilya asked, his voice husky and full of curiosity. Shane took a step back before he continued.
“I was thinking I could take the lead tonight.”
“You.” Ilya pointed at Shane. “Want to take the lead?” Shane walked over to the chair and picked up the red bundle of rope.
"I've been learning how to do some rope bondage online, and I want to tie you up." Ilya couldn't help but chuckle.
"You want to tie me up?" Ilya asked playfully, taking a few steps towards Shane.
“Just your hands.”
“And then you will what? Torture me?”
"Yes," Shane responded, his voice firm. Ilya knew how hard this must be for Shane, and he wanted to try his best to play along. He figured he would let Shane take the lead at first, and eventually Shane would break and let him take control. Shane looked so pretty and serious standing there, gripping the red rope which he had begun to unwrap and let fall on the floor beside his muscular legs.
"Okay, should I take off my clothing, Daddy?"
“Shut up. Don’t call me that.”
"What should I call you? Ser?" Ilya pulled his black sweatshirt over his head, making even more of a mess of his blonde curls.
“Stop. Just call me Shane.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.”
Shane rolled his eyes and gestured towards the chair, watching Ilya take off his green sweatpants and black boxer briefs. "Sit down, I'm going to torture you now."
Ilya stepped towards the chair, ignoring the slight fluttery sensation he felt in his stomach. He exhaled loudly and stuck his ass out and took his time sitting down in the black office chair. Shane looked at him impatiently. Ilya blew him a kiss and extended his arms overhead before placing them behind his back. Shane gazed at him with a mix of adoration and annoyance and stepped behind Ilya. He placed the rope carefully around both of Ilya's wrists. Ilya really wished he could see what he was doing. It only took Shane a moment to secure his wrists. How long has Shane been learning rope bondage? He knew that they would have to talk about this later because if Shane was learning new kinky skills, Ilya wanted to be a part of his learning process, not just benefit from them after the fact. The rope felt secure but not overly tight. Shane slipped a finger between Ilya's wrists and the rope. Ilya tried to pull his hands apart from one another, but the rope held them in place. He was not going anywhere.
Shane returned to stand in front of Ilya. He was shirtless now. His muscles gleamed, and his half-hard cock bulged in his grey sweatpants. Ilya waggled his eyebrows at his husband. Shane grinned at him. The warm bedroom light emanated behind him. He looked holy. Ilya smirked.
“This is kinky.”
Shane slowly lowered his sweatpants. He stepped out of them and folded them, placing them on the bed. Ilya felt his breath beginning to shallow as Shane stood directly in front of him. In one fluid motion, Shane lowered himself to his knees. Ilya felt Shane's dark eyes lock with his as he said, "I think you're sweet and beautiful."
"What?" Ilya asked, feeling the color rising in his cheeks.
Shane's needy gaze remained fixed on him as he continued, "You deserve to be cared for."
Ilya swallowed the hard lump in his throat and pleaded, “Stop, now—”
Shane rose to his feet and looked down at his husband, thrashing against the chair desperately. Ilya's skin stuck against the surface beneath him, and perspiration ran down his back and legs. Ilya watched as Shane removed his boxer briefs, allowing them to drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and climbed onto Ilya's lap, stilling his movements. He grinned at Ilya devilishly and caressed his flushed cheek with his thumb. Shane kissed Ilya deeply, and Ilya savored his taste. He broke off the kiss, and Ilya leaned forward, chasing the kiss. Shane locked eyes with him again and bit down on his swollen bottom lip.
“Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard,” Shane purred.
Ilya felt lightheaded. It must be over 100 degrees in their bedroom. “I NEED A SAFEWORD!!!” Ilya shouted.
Shane giggled and shifted his weight against Ilya’s cock. "You can take it, Papochka.”
Ilya's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so you can call me Daddy?" Shane nodded. Ilya took a deep breath, desperate for some sort of control. Ilya groaned as Shane ground down on his cock again. Ilya felt the unmistakable hardness of a plug pressing against him. He fruitlessly tried to free his arms again.
“Are you wearing a plug. For me?” Ilya gasped.
Shane kissed him again, swirling his tongue on the inside of his mouth. “Of course, I wanted to be ready for my Papochka.”
“Fuck.” Ilya felt himself slipping. Shane really was going to murder him. “I need.”
"What do you need?" Shane asked in a light and airy voice. Shane rolled his hips against Ilya’s painfully ridged cock. He was enjoying this way too much.
"I need to touch you, moya lyubov,” Ilya rasped. “Please.”
“No.” Shane reached behind himself and began playing with the purple plug. Ilya chewed on the insides of his cheeks as Shane continued to twist and turn the plug, moaning and gasping so beautifully, so slutty.
“My dirty boy,” Ilya husked.
“Always.” Shane removed the plug. He wet his swollen lips and lowered himself inch by inch. They both watched as Ilya's cock disappeared inside Shane's body. Ilya felt Shane's ass pressing against his thighs as Shane bottomed out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He moaned filthily and kissed Ilya hungrily.
"I love you so much," Shane said. "I want to care for you. Let me?" Ilya swallowed another large lump in his throat. He nodded. Shane began to slowly rock and grind his hips against Ilya's cock, causing a warm sensation to run down Ilya's spine and down his legs. "Look at me, okay?" Shane asked. Ilya nodded again. There was nowhere else he would rather look.
Shane moved himself slowly up and down Ilya’s hard cock and repeated, “I think you’re sweet and beautiful.” Oh fuck. Ilya felt Shane's words settle between them as he continued to ride him. Shane picked up his pace and sank down on him forcefully and said, "You deserve to be cared for." Ilya blinked back the tears that were beginning to build. Unrelenting, Shane began to bounce on his cock, his thick, muscular thighs pressing against Ilya. Ilya watched as his husband began to lose the rhythm that he had earlier set. Ilya was so close, and Shane must be too. Ilya tilted his hips so that his dick rubbed firmly against Shane's prostate. This may be about Shane, making him feel cared for, but Ilya couldn't help himself. Shane cried out and bounced on his dick at a maddening pace. Shane began to stroke himself, matching the pace of his hips, and a loud growl rolled from the back of Ilya’s throat. Ilya felt his own climax beginning to crest. Shane grabbed his face with his free hand, clenched his slick heat around Ilya's cock, and repeated once more, "Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard. I love you so much, Ilya." Ilya felt warm tears roll down his face as his own orgasm released deep inside of him, filling Shane. His entire body jerked, and he cursed in Russian as Shane shattered and pulsed on top of him.
Shane collapsed on top of him, burying his face in the crook of his neck next to Ilya’s cruxfix. Tears were still running down his face as Ilya kissed Shane's dark hair and whispered in his ear. "Thank you, moya lyubov. I love you so much. You always take such good care of me.” Shane lifted his head. He looked so radiant. His face beamed. They stayed like that for a long while until Ilya shifted uncomfortably against the chair he was sitting on. “How about you untie Papochka?" Shane snickered and climbed off his husband's lap. He kneeled behind the chair, releasing Ilya's hands. Ilya circled his wrists and appreciated the indentations on his skin that the rope had left behind. Shane sat on the foot of the bed, and Ilya rose and sat next to him.
"So how long have you been learning rope bondage, and why didn't you tell me?" Ilya asked, cocking an eyebrow at Shane. Shane turned crimson red.
“You deserve to be cared for,” Shane said.
“Shane…how long?”
"Your feelings are valid and deserve to be heard." Ilya felt his heart rate rise.
“Fuck, I really do need a safe word.”