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Over the course of their marriage, Ilya has found himself infatuated with many sides of his husband. Listening to Shane discuss hockey statistics with his mother had always warmed his chest better than any brand of hot chocolate. PR perfect Shane kept Ilya feeling protected under the guidance of his husband's grasp on languages that even after years of practice felt foreign on his tongue and unwelcome in his brain after a long day. Fitness obsessed Shane still worried Ilya at times but it kept him on track most days. Cuddly lounging Shane made Ilya feel sentimental and filled with a gooey type of love he could sit with for an entire day. Shane trying to be sexy made Ilya’s knees weak. Shane being unintentionally sexy made Ilya’s blood run so hot it almost burned. But Ilya’s all time favorite version of his lovely husband was Shane Hollander so pissed off that he would rip Ilya’s head off as soon as they got a private moment to do so. And today Ilya found himself way overdue for his all time favorite treat.
This is why today Ilya finds himself in the passenger seat of their newest sports car bouncing his leg to release the tension caused by his new meds. For some unknown reason they helped him get out of bed but they also made him want to get right back in it directly after getting ready as it was making him so extremely horny he couldn't go an hour without mauling his husband. He knew tonight was going to be a long night as they left the house ten minutes ago and his husband was sitting behind the wheel looking sexy as always and driving, as he put it:
“So fucking slow Hollanderrrrr. Fuck.”
“I think you mean, ‘so fucking safe’. You know how cops are with cars like this. I’ll get pulled over if I go even a little over.” Shane argues. Always the sensible one even though Ilya can see nipples pebbling slightly through the silk shirt he put on today. It’s one of Ilya’s favorites as the brown of the material matches the color Shane’s nipples turn when they’ve been played with between his fingers and the shirt shines like they had been freshly licked. He could try to deny it all he wants but Ilya is certain based on the heat in the car and the shutter in his breath that Shane sort of likes his complaining.
“Cop cop cop. I will pay speeding ticket if it means you’ll go faster.”
“Mmhm. And make us late for our meeting?” The tilt in Shane’s voice must have been intentional.
“We have been late for worse and more fun reasons.” Ilya raises his brow at Shane in a way he knows will be seen in his peripheral. It earns him a smack on the arm. “These rookies are so excited to meet you . I really don't want to be late for it. Did you know one of them is Russian?” Shane sounds like an excited little puppy asking. Of course Ilya knows this. He picked the restaurant specifically for their Vodka selection just in case. If the rookie is truly russian they could bond; if he’s not then Ilya would have his husband to drive him home.
“Da. Russian from Vancouver. Fancy private Vancouver High School. So very likely extremely Russian.”
“Well his last name is Sokolov.” He butchered the pronunciation but it’s endearing to see him try. “You don’t see that every day.”
“You will now. Then if you need Russian replacement you can train him to take my place.”
“You shut up Ilya.”
“I know what you’re into. You can’t hide it from me.”
“You are an asshole.” Shane sighs but a smile stays on his lips.
“They will have to get used to it one day. Might as well start now.” Ilya mumbles, ripping his eyes away from their intense gaze on his husband’s pecs. He makes his intentions less obvious by looking out the window as his hand makes it to Shane's lap to rest just a bit too far up his thigh to be labeled as innocent. When it doesn’t get a reaction Ilya moves his hand up a little further, stretching his pinky to brush the apex of Shane’s thigh and test his progress. The warmth and slight firmness against the digit tells him all he needs to know.
“Ilya….” Shane’s tone makes his name sound like a warning but in Ilya’s ears that means he can keep going.
“Mmhm?” Ilya hums, shifting his hand up with more confidence.
“We are almost there. I am not walking in there with a fucking boner.” Shane huffs but the hand stays put.
“But your boners are so cute.” Ilya teases with an exaggerated pout.
“Cute my ass.” He mumbles.
“Your ass is cute too. You’re so right.”
This finally earns a smack to Ilya’s wandering hand, making him finally give up.
“You are fucking insatiable.” Shane mumbles, pulling into the restaurant parking lot and getting out of the car almost right away to avoid further temptation to ditch this whole thing and go back home.
Just as Ilya expected, both rookies arrived early. They both sit with completely straight spines, hair groomed perfectly and their best suits just a little too snug on their muscular frames as they were probably purchased for their draft day and quickly outgrown. It’s adorable really. They sit so proper now even though in just a few weeks they’ll join the rest of the team throwing their tired naked bodies around the locker room after a tough practice. They’ll probably be asking their teammates how to make their shakes not stink so bad or what tape they use because maybe changing tape will improve their puck accuracy. They’ll have to listen to Wyatt’s terrible jokes and avoid certain rooms on certain days so they don't have to hear Troy being a bit more than lovey dovey with his partner. Bood will be taking them out for drinks and they’ll be hoping Ilya and Shane will show up because they can be hard to get out of the house some days. But for now the little green beans are so new they might as well be 10 skating for the first time.
“They are so adorable.” Shane whispers on the way over.
“Both zaikia just like you.” Ilya responds in Russian. Shane might not be fluent but he knows enough to blush at the pet name as they approach the table.
Shane is the first to offer a handshake as he sits down introduces himself even though he’s Shane fucking Hollander and needs no introduction. Ilya is next to offer two very oddly clammy handshakes.
“You must be Collins.” Ilya says to the redhead coated in freckles. “And you must be Sokolov.” He says to the obvious Russian before sitting at the table, completely dwarfing the seats and giving both rookies a reason not to look so far up with their big giant eyes.
“You can call me Dan.” Sokolov says in a very obviously Canadian accent. Ilya passes his husband a knowing look at this.
“It’s truly an honor to meet you both.” Collins chimes in with a bright smile.
“Oh Vesnushki. You will think differently after practice on the first day.”
Shane shoots Ilya a glare for his use of Russian knowing neither of the two boys understand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both as well. So tell me, I saw both of your stats on draft day and they were impressive but I wanna know what got you into hockey.” Shane, always the master of public events asks, leading to a long conversation about hockey that Ilya would listen to if he cared to understand it in the first place. It’s been decades in the English speaking world and he understands the language perfectly fine now but with his mind elsewhere he'd rather just keep his ears out for buzzwords and let his husband take the lead.
What does catch his attention however is the gorgeous woman walking towards the table gracefully even though she’s got a pair of barely appropriate platform pumps on her feet. Knowing she’s coming to their table just out of intuition, Ilya locks eyes with her as his lips curve into a small playful smile that turns into a convincing version of overwhelming attraction as he drags his eyes up and down her form. Sure she’s objectively attractive but Ilya hasn’t longed for another person like that in ages and he isn't planning on starting now. Shane doesn’t know that though. All he can see is a gorgeous woman who reminds him of a mix of Ilya’s friend and former regular hook up Svetlana and the woman Ilya has shown him countless times on tiktok performing a song on stage about water that he thinks is named Tyla? Tiger? Tie-dye? Either way, if Ilya were to sleep with someone, if they weren’t fully exclusive, he’d go for her. He would love her soft skin and delicate wrists. Maybe he’d lick her skin like she was really made of tempered chocolate. He’d be able to throw her around the room like she was weightless and she would love it. She probably is weightless to him. And compared to him… Well he could starve for months and stay over two hundred pounds. She’s probably still weightless soaking wet. Even with her curls drenched and holding her small head back as Ilya rocks inside of her under their rainfall shower head. He wouldn’t even need to put her down for a break before carrying her back to their bed. Just from imagining it, Shane is too pissed for him to notice when it’s time to share what he’d like to drink.
“He’ll have a ginger-” Ilya starts but he’s cut off.
“Sparkling water with lemon. Thank you.” Shane smiles at her. Her smile is polite in return but with the way her attention returns to Ilya, he can figure out everything he needs to know about this. He’s been clocked as a gay man immediately and Ilya, ever the charmer, has caught her attention. But it’s okay. Ilya will turn her down and everything will be okay.
“Does anyone have questions about the menu?” She asks and the two rookies both shake their heads before focusing on Ilay again, both feeling tension in the air already.
“No. But tell me where you get your nails done. So pretty.” Ilya asks, exaggerating his russian accent like he used to in his womanizer years. The waitress blushes as Ilya gently picks up her fingers for a closer look. Shane is sure he’s turning red but everything in him tries to turn it down.
“One of my friends has a private studio.” She provides.
“And they are free. Da? Boyfriend pays for these?” She blushes even redder and giggles in that girlish way even Shane can recognize as flirting.
“No. No boyfriend.”
Ilya’s brows reach his forehead and he looks across the table as if everyone is in on this torture. Very pointedly Shane buries himself in his menu.
“Lies. This is not true.” He drops her hand gently. “Rich, handsome man will pay for next set. Da?” This makes her giggle again. If Shane’s eyes were lasers Ilya would be burned straight through.
“You are too much. I’ll be back in a few minutes for everyone’s order. If you need anything in the meantime my name is Mila.”
Ilya gasps. “Is short for Milena?” He asks, the name rolling off of his tongue beautifully. Much more beautiful than any other name that has come off of his lips… Or maybe it’s Shane's anger making him feel this way.
“How did you know?” She squeals, her cheeks heating even further.
“In Russian this means…” Ilya pretends to forget the word. He’s used this pickup line so many times his lack of english vocabulary seems convincing enough. “Milena means darling in Russia. I will call you Milena.”
“You can call me anything. I will be back with drinks.” She says in an overly intimate tone and turns away swaying her hips as she walks to another table. Ilya finally looks at Shane to find him furious. Perfect. Just the thought of what he’ll do later to take his anger out tonight causes blood to run south and his bulge to swell slightly just enough for Shane to notice and roll his eyes.
“So you guys are married?” One of the rookies asks, breaking the silence. Shane just huffs but Ilya smiles wide.
“Yes we are. But don't worry. Shane has banned kissing at practice. And in the locker room. And most public places, sadly."
The freckled one, whom Ilya has forgotten the name of, clears his throat and blushes. “Oh I wasn’t asking because of- I was asking cause you aren’t wearing a ring. That’s all.”
“Good observation venuski. My ring is- what is word…” He looks at Shane, although it’s an act most of the time, the word for the people who fix rings can still stump Ilya.
“His ring is at the jeweler. He broke his finger playing with our dog and it had to get cut off.” Shane interjects. “The ring. Not the finger obviously. We were supposed to get it back earlier today but I guess Ilya wanted an opportunity to be a fucking-”
“The swelling hasn’t gone down enough yet. You will see it by practice time.” Both boys nod. Almost looking like two kids trying not to incite a parental argument. “Are you two seeing anyone?”
“I got a girlfriend back home but we’re uh… on thin ice no pun intended.” The Russian rookie replies and Shane nods sagely.
“So did I. Don’t be surprised if you’re hit with the rookie curse.” Shane replies.
“The rookie curse?”
“Yeah. Like everyone breaks up with their girlfriend right before the season starts. I broke up with mine a little after draft day if my memory serves.”
Ilya smirks. “Yes, because you wanted big Russian cock.” Ilya can barely get the last words out before he gets a punch to the lap that barely misses his every growing bulge. Both rookies laugh.
“I think it’s mostly a pressure thing. Big weird change. You won't be home a whole lot. At least that’s what happens for most people.”
“You seeing anyone?” Ilya asks with a nod to the freckled one who shakes his head.
“Be careful. This country is teeming with bunnies. Get tested as much as you can” Ilya adds, making Shane shift in his heat uncomfortably thinking of Ilya’s past. He’s probably fucked most of the women in the area and the thought makes his skin prickle.
The conversation that was supposed to be about hockey quickly dissolves into an exchange of stories about girls. Stories Shane doesn't have many of. He’s got his girlfriend from High School, his best friend Rose and their failed relationship, a handful of men he tried to sleep with when he and Ilya were on somewhat of a break. None of those stories seem very interesting. But as Ilya sips on glass after glass of vodka, his seem to go on and on. Most of them are cautionary tales but god they make his stomach turn. So much so that when they get their food Shane can barely touch his, even though he ordered something light against Ilya’s suggestion of a big manly meal. Still it doesn't matter what he eats. He will never ever look like Mila. Not even close. And he’s sure Ilya will never be satisfied for the rest of his life with a giant jock like him. He’ll miss the taste of women like he seems to miss the taste of the nice vodka he ordered as soon as the glass leaves his lips. He’s getting wasted as much as he tries to hide it. He’ll probably need to go right to bed when they get home and even though he will wanna stay up and pretend to be able to talk and have sex like normal he’ll be asleep before Shane is done with his shower.
Shane can rationalize this in his head. Forgive it even. He can imagine himself just waiting to talk about it in the morning and ask his husband kindly to never pull anything like this again or he’ll run the risk of a true, almost deal breaking, argument. But then he spots Ilya who said he needed to use the restroom talking to Mila at the station where they type in the orders. He can see her giggling and brushing her hand on his chest as he towers over her with that little half smile and he can see Ilya slipping a small piece of paper in his pocket. Rage runs through Shane’s veins like lightning and he’s surprised he hasn’t broken the damn table. Both rookies don’t take notice as they begin ordering their ubers back to their hotels. When Ilya comes back to announce he had paid the bill and does not expect any repayment, Shane is swift taking him out of the restaurant and out to the car. He needs this reprimand to be burned into Ilya’s mind, not printed in the local gossip news pages.
“Eager tonight, yes?” Ilya chuckles as he’s deposited in the car after being essentially dragged just by his wrist to the passenger side of the sports car. Shane’s lips are tight as he gets in the driver side and slams the door closed. He doesn’t have to say anything for Ilya to know to keep his mouth closed for the ride home. A ride home that although Shane drives fast this time, feels like it lasts hours with the speed at which his heart is pounding.
As soon as they’re inside their home Shane's rough hands slam his husband against the door in a way only he can. Years of being on the ice has trained him for this. This action alone weakens Ilya’s knees like no other type of body check could. Shane’s face is as pink as ever with intense rage and it only makes Ilya’s eyes darker with lust.
“What the fuck has gotten into you? That was fucking humiliating. Now everyone’s gonna think my fucking husband is a manwhore.” Shane growls and although he’s angry, to Ilya his Shane is just a little bunny. A bunny who could do some serious damage if he wants.
To test the waters Ilya reaches out to gently grab Shane by the hips and pull him in close to feel his erection pressed against his stomach. “Maybe I am a manwhore for you. I know how you can get me to calm down for the night kotik.” He hums. Shane scoffs and pushes off of Ilya’s body to stomp his way up the stairs to their bedroom.
“You are fucking unbelievable.” He mumbles, not looking back because he knows Ilya will follow. And he does. “You can go find somewhere to sleep. I’m taking a fucking shower.” When Ilya attempts to follow him into the ensuite bathroom too, Shane stops in the doorway. “Alone.” He points to the open bedroom door as if Ilya is a dog needing a redirect. “Out.”
Really Ilya is a dog right now. And he wants so badly to be treated as one. But he does listen. He walks out of the bedroom only long enough to make two fresh bottles of ice water and grab a small plate of snacks he likes to bring for sex when he knows Shane didn’t eat as much as he wishes he would. He might feel more confident with an empty stomach but Ilya loves his husband full and lively. If he wanted someone weak and small he would have easily found a partner like that but he wants his man strong and healthy.
Next up Ilya sets up the bed, attaching straps to the headboard hoping that his husband will put them to good use. With a smile on his face he undresses completely and sits down on the bed, displaying himself in the middle of it like he’s a damn treat complete with a bottle of lube and a small switch in his hands. If the act today is manwhore he will be playing the part to the fullest. Knowing that Shane will see him when he gets out of the shower sends a stronger rush with each passing minute that goes straight to his neglected boner. Although he wants to be good, a few little touches shouldn't hurt. But when the water shuts off in the shower touching himself mixed with the anticipation of being found feels too good to stop for when Shane walks back into the room.
Shane gasps when he sees Ilya on their bed, leaking on his own stomach and holding his favorite toys. One of those toys being his husband's dick and the other being his new switch they got for their last anniversary. It takes everything in him to turn his nose up at it and tighten the towel wrapped around his waist. Hopefully the movement will hide the fact that he’s swelling at the idea of showing Ilya just how angry he is.
“You really must be drunk as fuck if you think you’re getting anything out of me tonight. If you wanted to get laid you should have called Melina.” Shane crosses his arms but with that his bulge is a bit more visible. It makes Ilya’s brow raise. That fucker notices everything.
“Maybe I will.” He hums, running a light finger up his shaft from base to tip making it jump against his stomach. Shane’s eyes widen and in one swift motion he grabs his phone and begins stomping out of the room.
“My Shanya. Kotik. I’m kidding.” He calls after Shane, scrambling out of bed to follow his husband down to the living room. On the way Shane’s calling Rose who picks up on the first ring.
“Ilya is being a fucking asshole.” He complains over the phone. Rose loudly agrees. Even though he can’t make out the words Ilya knows she always does. He loves his husband having friends like that as jealous as it used to make him.
“He was fucking flirting with the waitress at dinner and it was so humiliating. I have half a mind to go sleep at your place.” Shane continues as Ilya crowds him against the back of the couch. He feels Ilya’s lips on his neck causing him to tilt his head to offer room as he knows Ilya won’t accept any less. “And he’s fucking drunk. Who knows how much that bill was. Do you even know how many shots it takes to get to this guy.” Ilya rolls his eyes knowing he may be tipsy but he’s certainly not drunk. In fact he might have to show Shane how dexterous he still is. “Yeah and he got her number even with his stupid exaggerated accent.”
“Mmmm you didn’t think it was stupid when I used it on you Lyubimy.” Ilya whispers on his neck before lightly nibbling. It's enough to sting but not enough to mark. The rest of Shane’s complaining fades to the background as Ilya begins kissing down his spine as he slowly lowers to his knees, trapping Shane against the couch. With a swift motion he unwraps the towel from his husband’s waist and lets it drop to the floor. Shane lets in a sharp breath but gives nothing else away. The sight in front of Ilya is out of only his wildest dreams. He can’t help but pepper kisses over the golden soft skin in front of him, pale from lack of exposure no matter how many times he’s asked Shane to tan naked with him. Still with his face pressed against the soft mounds he uses his strong hands to force his husband into a wider stance before reaching up and pushing on his lower back to bend him forward. Displayed like this Ilya's mouth waters. His face presses in until based on the direction of his soft kisses it's clear what's coming next.
“What are you-” Ilya wastes no time extending his tongue to glide around his rim. “Fuck- Rose. I gotta go.” Shane hangs up the phone. Ilya takes this as an opportunity to press his face in further moaning as he lets his still nimble tongue work his way over and into his husband’s sweet entrance. His hands make it to the crease where Shane’s hips hinge to hold him pressed back against his hungry mouth as he makes out with the hole in front of him like it’s the most delicious dessert he can think of. And right now it is. The mix of his vodka heavy saliva and Shane’s soft, freshly showered, skin make his hunger even more intense. The sound of huffing breath from the man he’s eating is the cherry on top that he would tie with his tongue if he could. Drool drips down his chin as Shane reaches back to grab a hold of his hair and pull. As of right now he can’t tell if the pull is supposed to bring him in or push him away and honestly Shane can’t tell either. So he licks and sucks and nibbles and feasts until he’s pushed away all the way back onto his own ass on the floor with both of them desperately trying to catch their breath.
“Ilya what the fuck I was on the phone.” Shane faces him, so hard he’s throbbing. It makes a smirk appear on Ilya’s slick lips.
“Really? I didn’t notice.” Ilya pouts, looking up with doe eyes.
“You are an asshole.” Shane crosses his arms leaving Ilya room to crawl closer and attempt to plant a kiss on his husband’s throbbing length. He’s grabbed by his curls before he can make it, leaving him to whine as drool begins trying to dry on his mouth. “You don’t know how to keep your mouth closed and your fucking dick to yourself.”
“Maybe I need my husband to remind me what happens when I’m bad. Maybe I need him to mark me and show me who I belong to.” The heat is palpable in the air as they lock eyes, both men find their eyes completely blown wide with lust and tension that for Shane makes him want to slap his husband across the face and makes Ilya want to be on the receiving end of whatever will be given to him whether it’s pain or pleasure or both.
“You were such a fucking whore today. I’m surprised you’re sober enough to remember you even have a husband to come home to at all.” His grip tightens enough to make Ilya whine and leak a little onto his stomach.
“I always remember you. I always crave it. Let me have you please baby. Let me make you feel better.” Ilya begs, closing his eyes and letting his mouth drop open expecting for it to be filled, which makes Shane scoff.
“Fat chance.” He uses the grip on Ilya’s hair to toss him back for a better view. “Go upstairs.”
Ilya scrambles off of the floor right away making his way swiftly to their room. He lays down on the bed with his arms already up close to the straps in anticipation. Shane isn’t far behind but he doesn’t even look at the straps. Instead he turns his back on his husband and rummages in the drawer they keep their toys in until he finds a small stretchy silicone toy that looks almost like just the head of a mushroom and tosses it to Ilya’s general direction. Next he pulls out a dildo just an inch larger than Ilya is and a vibrating wand for good measure. When he turns back around Ilya’s face drops into a pleading pout as he shuffles up a bit in bed.
“Since you want to go make me think you want some mediocre pussy from some girl you just met, I don’t think you deserve me.” He walks closer to the bed before climbing on and perching himself on his knees facing Ilya, now close enough to see the man shaking. Shane looks him up and down and although he’d love to climb on, the redness covering Ilya’s neck and chest spurs him to keep going with his little show of dominance. “You will sit there and watch and I will make myself come harder than you ever could. I’ll show you who needs who and who comes home to fuck who.”
The words coming from shane’s mouth are almost enough to finish Ilya on their own but instead it just causes him to loose all of his breath at once as electricity shocks his system. He can only take a deep breath in to beg as Shane begins to slick his fingers. “Please let me help baby. Please. I will do fucking anything if you let me touch.”
“No. You can help yourself instead.” Shane picks up Ilya’s little toy and squirts some lube in its small opening before handing it back. Reluctantly Ilya stretches the small toy around his tip and begins stroking himself slowly just to be obedient. His eyes burn holes into his husband as Shane reaches behind himself and begins slowly stretching himself with his own fingers. They aren’t nearly long enough but they are as thick as he needs to open himself up and begin to relax. His head tilts back to expose the expanse of smooth skin on his neck that flushes red as he goes. Ilya can barely contain how fascinated he is watching this. This moment that is always so intimate between them almost feels like it’s being displayed to a crowd with the way he shows himself off. Ilya can’t take his eyes away and he certainly wouldn’t dare touch after being told no. Instead like he’s 13 again he just watches and jerks himself off like it’s an average day watching porn.
When he’s relaxed enough, Shane spreads more moisture on his toy and holds it in place with his feet as he slowly sinks down with his hands spread on his own muscular thighs. Ilya can’t stop staring at those thighs and the space between them as Shane sinks down. All he can think about is picking up his lover, flipping him over, ruining him. He wants to bite those thighs and get his teeth caught in his hair. He wants to leave his mark everywhere and make the whole world see it. He wants to twist him around, rip him apart, use every muscle in his body leave his husband screaming in pleasure but instead he has to use every bone to stay still.
“I don’t even need your cock. This one’s bigger. And it feels so fucking good.” Shane moans as he seats himself on his heels with the toy pressed in all the way to the base. Ilya’s eyes feast on the show as Shane slowly rolls his hips in a circle to enjoy the stretch before he lowers his knees onto the bed to use the extra leverage to bounce slowly and indulgently on the toy. He doesn’t have the perfect angle. If he’s honest he hasn’t had a whole lot of practice pleasuring himself in the first place so of course he struggles to genuinely feel the pleasure he’s trying to show. Ilya can tell and he knows how to fix it. He also knows he isn’t allowed.
“Might feel bigger but I know what feels better.” Ilya hums with defiance in his tone and leaking through his smirk.
“Yeah? You know fucking everything huh?” Finally Shane picks up the switch making Ilya leak steadily into his own toy. “You should know then how to be good. And what you fucking get when you aren’t” He begins to drag the end of the switch over Ilya’s nipple knowing how extremely sensitive he is there.
“I need you to teach me.” Ilya groans, arching his back begging without words to be hit until he has more red blotches than he has freckles dotting his skin.
The first smack on his nipple echoes through the room almost as loud as his moan. It eggs Shane on. And honestly watching this feels better than the dildo inside of him. The next ten hits come quickly, switching between both of Ilya’s nipples and making him squirm. His hand speeds up on his own cock enjoying this way too much to cure his husbands anger. So feeding off of it he lets the target travel all around Ilya’s chest, down his tight abs and heaving stomach, over his squirming legs leaving welts in its wake before the final smack lands directly on Ilya’s balls drawn in tight. This final one causes Ilya to gasp and let out a silent scream as the pain zings through his entire body from head to toe, leaking out of every limb and setting fire to his finger tips, his toes and his heaving stomach. At the same time he wants to puke he wants to come.
“Please fuck please please please please.” Ilya begs not knowing what for. Shane isn’t sure either but his body can feel the flow of what he needs out of this. He leans forward, forcing Ilya’s legs apart further to slot between them. His ass starts to finally bounce with more force on his dildo as he moves around Ilya’s body leaving endless amounts of bite marks and blooming hickeys in his wake from his collar bone to his v-line.
After admiring his hard work shane kisses up Ilya’s body, removing Ilya’s hand from his cock and discarding the toy he was using. He pulls off of his own dildo too, kicking it away and pulling out the vibrating wand. All with a frim grip of his teeth on Ilya’s neck he reaches between them, slotting the toy between both of their tips and turning it on. He holds the heads of both cocks flush to the vibrating toy causing the pleasure of the vibration to run from the collection of nerve endings on both of their tips through their entire bodies. Both men are panting, sweating, trying not to squirm as they rut together not knowing if they’re trying to get away from the sensation or closer to one another.
“Who do you belong to?” Shane whines in Ilya’s neck as he bites over and over making a mess of the paler man’s skin.
“You baby. Always you. Forever you.” Ilya moans wrapping his arms around his husband and running his blunt nails up and down Shane’s back just to be able to touch him.
“Who feels better? Me or your fucking exes.” Shane grunts, turning up the vibration to try and distract himself from the oncoming sensation of needing to cry.
“No one compares. No one even comes close.” Ilya groans with a rough gravelly voice as he reaches down to grab his husband’s ass. Shane gasps as Ilya runs a finger over his hole. He’d love to love all of these feelings combined as intense as they are but all he can think about is how the girl Ilya was flirting with would probably be much softer in his hands. She would probably be wet with a better substance than the lube making him sticky. Their sex would smell like cherries and cream and sweat he imagines. He begins to feel as though he wont compare because he’s so much worse than he could imagine. And before he knows it there are hot tears escaping his eyes in fat droplets. He can’t even cry daintily.
“Wait.” Ilya cups Shane’s cheek and confirms the presence of tears that he thought he felt running his neck. “Shane… Kotik. Stop.” He takes the vibrator out from Shane’s hands that have become pliable now that his body is weak from sobbing. “Shanya what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asks immediately moving Shane’s face into his sightline so he can clean away the tears with his thumbs.
“I’ll never- and you always- I’m so-” Shane hiccups between attempts to explain himself. With this Ilya sits them both up with Shane seated in his lap and brings the straw from the bottle of ice water he brought up to his salt soaked lips. Shane takes a couple sips as Ilya rubs his back.
“Solnyshko… I didn’t want her. I just wanted you jealous so I’d have some marks for first day of practice. Was stupid.” When Shane doesn’t immediately stop crying he continues. “I- When I went to see her at her register I just paid and I told her I’m happily married but I’d give her number to one of the rookies. I promise. I would never even think about sleeping with anyone else. You know this.”
“B-but she’s so… Womanly. And I’m just some big huge guy with a tiny square guy butt and a worthless dick you don’t even need to use most of the time. You could probably- You’d probably love being able to do so much more with her.” Shane goes to hide his head in his hands and Ilya lets him but his eyebrows still furrow together subconsciously enough to make a vein in his forehead bulge.
“Maybe my english is not as good as I thought.” Ilya hums. When Shane looks up Ilya cocks his head to the side.
“What?” Shane sniffles.
“What you said makes no sense to me.” Ilya takes the water bottle from Shane's hands and Shane until he’s straddling his lap again. With gentle fingers he wipes the remaining moisture from his husband’s cheeks.
“W-what do you mean? I said I’m-”
“I heard what you said. It does not make sense. I remember marrying you yes? What would I want to do with a woman? They are nice to look at sometimes yes but I chose you.” Ilya forces eye contact when Shane tries to look away. “If I was going to miss having a woman I would have married a woman. But instead I married the most beautiful, kind, perfect, sexy man I could find and I’m more than happy about it. And I’m hearing you saying not so nice words about my husband in our bed and it breaks my heart.”
“But they’re true…” Shane tries to look away again but Ilya grabs him by the chin and looks at him directly in the eye before leaning in for a deep kiss to calm the tension before speaking.
“You have obviously never looked at yourself then. Or seen how I melt for you.” Ilya whispers on his lips. “You’ve never seen how much I love your dick.” Without so much as a heavy breath Ilya flips them both around to have Shane on his back on the bed with Ilya on top. Ilya peppers kisses on Shane’s neck, licking his skin to make him giggle as he reaches down to play with the wet tip of his husband’s cock. Once his fingers are moist with precome he makes a show of bringing the fingers to his lips and sucking all of the moisture off, savoring the flavor.
“Ilyaaaa. You don’t have to-” Shane whines before Ilya puts a free finger to his lips.
“I want.” He hums before shimmying down the bed to get in a comfortable position to take Shane in his mouth and use his tongue to work magic on the tip, Dipping his tongue in the slit and licking up every last drop of moisture his husband has to offer. Then with firm hands on Shane’s hips he begins taking more in his mouth, beginning to bob and twist and swirl and worship as he sucks like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. And right now it is. Even more delicious now that shane is squirming and moaning and dripping into his mouth uncontrollably. All of it makes Ilya hum and suck harder, making Shane gasp and reach down to tangle his fingers in Ilya’s curls.
“Ilya! Ilya wait I’m gonna- Stop I’m gonna.” He pushes Ilya’s head away and finally he listens, pulling off with a pop and licking his lips straight after. While Shane is still attempting to catch his breath, Ilya flips him around onto his stomach like he truly weighs nothing.
“Now I heard something about you having tiny square man butt.” Ilya mocks, faking a canadian accent. “Look back at this.” He grabs Shane’s plump ass to show it off as Shane cranes his neck to watch. “It barely fits in most jeans solnyshko. I get your pants custom because it’s so juicy. I must walk behind you so whole world doesn’t stare at my husband. You think I lie about this?” Shane shakes his head, looking at Ilya with doe eyes.
If he’s honest now that he thinks about it Ilya’s right. He does always walk behind him. And when he walks close to Shane’s side it’s always with his hand in one of Shane’s back pockets or with a thumb hooked in his back belt loop. The thought makes his stomach flutter in a way that’s almost embarrassing if they hadn’t been together for so long.
“Now I want you on your knees so I can show you how much I love your supposed tiny man butt.” Ilya commands and Shane follows excitedly. Like any normal day Ilya coats himself in lube and slowly presses inside the waiting hole making Shane mewl at the stretch. Sure the dildo was enough preparation but he always forgets how thick Ilya can get when he’s really turned on. And right now he can barely believe how turned on Ilya is looking at him.
Once Ilya is fully inside what happens next throws Shane for a loop. Ilya leans over his husband so his front is flush with Shane’s back. He then slots his big strong hands between the crease of the back of Shane’s knees. In one swift motion he sits up, pulling Shane’s whole body with him. Shane gasps as he finds himself in mid air with his legs spread wide, held up by his knees, fully impaled by Ilya and fully hypnotized by his strength.
“You think I would like throwing tiny woman around huh?” Ilya asks way too casually for the type of workout he’s probably getting holding a gigantic man up in his arms like this. “You think I am not strong enough to enjoy my husband?” Ilya starts grinding his hips beginning to rock slowly in and out of Shane’s tight entrance. “Hm?” He asks again once he receives no answer.
“God Ilya-” Shane moans grasping onto his own thighs just to feel tethered as Ilya begins tearing him apart.
“Answer me kotik. You think I’m weak?” Ilya begins grinding slower until he hits a spot that makes Shane moan loudly and clench even tighter around him.
“No! Fuck Ilya that feels so-” Shane can’t finish as the words begin to get drilled out of him thrust by thrust.
“You think I need good arms to slap around stupid puck?” Ilya begins to pant but not because of muscle strain. Because he’s seeing how his movements are making Shane turn into a rag doll with his feet bouncing up and down with each thrust and his head lolling to the side. “I need good arms because I like to throw big sexy husband around our bedroom without breaking him. Unless you want to be broken.” Ilya finishes in a growl.
“Break me…Please god break me…” Shane whimpers not even really sure what he’s asking for. Ilya listens anyway and begins pounding against shane’s prostate like he’s trying to tenderize him from the inside out. It drives both of them crazy. Shane turns into a mess of pleasure filled sobs and Ilya can’t stop repeating his name, repeating kind words and affirmations that come out of his mouth like they’re straight from his subconcios, some being in english but most being in russian. Either way Shane can feel what they mean more than he can understand him.
“Gonna come for me beautiful? Make a mess?” Ilya grunts.
“Fucking make me. Please! Oh my god-” Before he can finish what he wished he could have said Shane erupts all over his own stomach with a toe curling orgasm that rips through his whole body and leaves him unable to even think about breathing. The only thing that keeps him tethered to earth is the feeling of Ilya releasing inside of him, filling him with warm cum that just goes deeper with every thrust.
As Shane’s orgasm starts to calm and his eyes start to close he can feel Ilya gently laying him back on the bed and slotting some crackers into his mouth that Shane eats without protest. He can feel Ilya brushing his hair away from his face and kissing his forehead but the post orgasm haze leaves him unable to voice what he’s feeling out-loud. He doesn’t need to anyway. Ilya can feel every word.
“I love you.” He whispers.
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“Holy shit Roz! Did you get fucking mauled or something?” Bood exclaims when Ilya walks in to the locker room with only a towel around his waist and big red welts along with giant bite marks all over his skin. Shane turns around to face the lockers and hide his blush. But it’s too late anyway. His friends who never saw him as the ugly fat monster he thought he was are already smacking him on the back and whooping to cheer on his performance. And Ilya could not be more proud to see it.