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Ilya’s sunday had been going normal enough, he had spent time with his daughter, gone out to get her lunch and snacks. because really, he can’t deny his princess anything.
Things had only started going downhill when his mother insisted he drops his baby off with her to go spend some time to himself. His mama, ever so caring, had caught on to his tiredness. He appreciated it, really.
And so, he had decided to go to a bar, maybe get a drink or two, and then go back home. what he hadn’t expected, was that he would be dragged into one of the private rooms and dry humped like his life depended on it.
Shane Hollander had been fairly normal when he had first seen him, dropping his daughter off to kindergarten. Normal, and pretty. So, so fucking pretty. He remembers the meeting so vividly, he had only wanted to introduce himself, as a father, and maybe to ask him out for dinner. The teacher however, had different plans, with his lips curled up, downright seething at him. for what reason, he doesn’t fucking know. Since then, they’ve had some kind of tension going on, or that’s what ilya thinks atleast.
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The bar was nice, like most bars were. He’d only downed three shots, looking around, when his eyes locked with Him. Shane. Might as well make some conversation, he’d thought. He was surprised by how nicely Shane had replied to his greeting, if that’s what was considered “nice” from Shane Hollander. His cheeks did look rosy, maybe he had downed a few too many drinks.
God, he wanted to bite down onto those swollen lips.
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His offer to dance was accepted fairly quick, And so they had found themselves on the stage among probably a hundred sweaty bodies. His hands had found Shane’s waist, gripping his hips, squeezing occasionally. He hadn’t really expected him to turn around in his arms and start… grinding on him.
The drinks he had during that period of time must’ve gotten to him, because he doesn’t remember most of what happened after that. Only the sudden press of soft, rosy lips on his own, surprisingly steady arms dragging him to a room, and sturdy thighs making home on his lap.
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It’s so good he wants to cry. So, so fucking good. The view infront of him is insane, and he almost can’t believe it, almost. Shane, with his bangs sticking to his forehead, slightly hiding his dazed eyes, God, those eyes. Plump lips parted around breathy sounds, and a wet cunt grinding sloppily onto his hard cock.
There’s a wet spot on his boxers, from the crazy amount of precum he kept leaking. but also from Shane’s wetness. His panties were wet, too. He almost cooed at them, those damn bear themed panties. His hips buck up hard on their own, chasing the pleasure. He wants to strip them both bare of their last garments, but there’s something so intimate about this, he can’t bring himself to.
“R-roz- anh…mmh, more.” Shane sounded so sweet, Ilya wanted to give him the world. He decided on listening to Shane’s sweet request first, gripping his hips a little harder than before, and started bucking wildly. It’s so fucking messy he feels like cumming just from the look of it. If he imagines hard enough, it almost feels like they’re having proper sex, with the crazy movement of their hips.
Shane starts letting out little mewls indicating how close he is, and finally, Ilya slips his hands into his panties and starts stroking his clit with two steady fingers. fast, messy, left and right motions, almost like vibrations right on Shane’s clit. The moan Shane lets out at that was probably the loudest, and the prettiest one yet. Fuck, he was so wet the squelch of his fingers moving on Shane’s cunt echoed throughout the whole room.
Shane feels so, so close to a mind blowing orgasm, and starts bucking wildly, like he’s fucking himself on Ilya’s fingers. It takes only one, two, three more strokes before he’s squirting all over his thighs, drenching his panties and Ilya’s hands. He still wants to help Ilya out, despite his own post orgasm haze, but before he can fully pull Ilya’s cock out, he’s being flipped onto his back, panties pulled down, when Ilya starts rutting his cock onto his freshly sensitive pussy. He must’ve been close for a while too, because it takes him only a few strokes before he takes a hold of his cock, lines it right infront of his pussy and shoots his load all over his clenching hole.
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Shane breaks out of his dazed mind enough to look up at Ilya, and catches him looking down at his now thoroughly ruined cunt, rubbing the tip of his cock right at his entrance, rubbing his load all over his pussy, like he’s trying to push it in, trying to knock him up with his babies, and fuck, if that isn’t hot.
Just as he thinks they’re done, he feels how achingly hard Ilya still is. God, they’re gonna have a long night, rivalry be damned.
He’s so gonna regret this.