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Tonight's home game is a win. Another one added to the record. The Centaurs fought their way to qualifying for this season's Stanley Cup. Knowing all too well this isn't an easy feat, going out for some (or more) celebratory drinks at their favorite bar isn't up for a debate.
As soon as the team steps in, they all disperse into groups. The rookies together, some at the bar and most of them occupying a booth.
Ilya is with Troy and Bood at the bar. Meanwhile, Shane is with Wyatt and Luca trying to relax and cozy up at the comfortable seats on one of the booths.
“Good game tonight.” Wyatt congratulating. A smile on his face as he looks at both Shane and Luca. “That was a good last minute shot, Luca.”
A little bit shy but Luca is clearly filled with pride. “Thanks. It was because of Shane.”
“It was you,” Shane encourages. “Take the win.”
“Great assist from you though.” Luca added.
“You too,” Shane turned to Wyatt. “Nice saves out there.”
The conversation naturally flowed around game plays and whatnot. Some comics related stuff was also mentioned as well as all different form of art. Random, but that's the fun thing being with friends. And as the clock ticks slowly Shane is building momentum. He's going to make the move, he should.
Shane excused himself from the conversation, not saying much, just a subtle head turn and with eyes that are focused only on one person—his husband, Ilya Rozanov. Both Wyatt and Luca nodded. They know what it meant and they understand.
The music is blasting. The dim lights trying to illuminate corners. Patrons up and about enjoying the ambience.
“Hey,” Shane trying to get Ilya's attention. Sliding on to the stool next to Ilya's.
Turning his head to take a peek, Ilya can see a little bit of a blush on Shane's cheeks. He smiles tenderly. “Hey, what's up?”
Shane already ran a simulation of this scenario in his head a couple of times now. Before his day started today, not during the game and after winning tonight's game. “Uhm,” he buckled for a bit. It's now or never Shane, he tried to persuade himself from backing out and to will his confidence. “Can I get you another shot of vodka?”
Ilya noticed that little bit of shift in Shane's demeanor. What is his husband trying to achieve tonight? He wonders, but decided to go along with it anyway. What's there to lose?
“Cute,” Ilya grinned. “Sure.”
“I heard the vodka here is good.”
“I think so too,” Ilya gave Shane a wink. “That's why I'm here often.”
“Oh! Often?”
“Yeah. What about you?” Ilya asked trying to sound convincingly curious.
Just the thought of this conversation made Shane felt a little bit silly, then again, it's now or never. “Not often, I guess.”
Subjected to said exchange, Troy and Bood tried to ignore what they've heard so far. They are not eavesdropping, the husbands just happen to be there. In their own little bubble as if nobody exists anymore besides the two of them and the equally curious bartender.
Troy was about to ask Bood what in the ever hell is going on but Bood beat him to it. “Don't.”
“What?” Troy sounded offended. He's just curious.
“You're going to.” Bood exhaled. Whatever kinky kind of role play is going on, he's not about to interrupt it. It is, after all, a form of entertainment. It's not every time you'd see a Shane Hollander try to be this bold and in public at that.
Damn! Shane Hollander is clearly a willing participant. Bood and Troy agreeing, having exactly the same thought.
“That sounds tragic.” Ilya said. Continuing the conversation he's having with Shane. “Good place. Good vodka. Beautiful people.”
“I might..”
Now amused at whatever is happening, he has not been briefed nor is this even rehearsed, Ilya decided to turn on his seat—from facing the bar to now fully facing his husband. “Might what?”
“Might come here often..” Shane paused for a second. “If you're here often.”
Ilya nearly burst out a laugh but opted not to. Ilya knows his timing, thank you very much.
“Is getting boring. Would you like to come to my place?” Ilya downed his shot of vodka and gave Shane a wink.
It took Shane a few seconds to respond. Was he even listening? He's not sure. All he knows at this time is that Ilya Rozanov is exuding with sexiness. The adam's apple moving. The gulp. The sound of his voice. The wink. All of it is effectively affecting his senses.
He didn't notice licking his lips but he did. Eyes laser focused on the gorgeous man in front of him. He took a deep breath and responded, “Yes!”
Whatever the question was, Shane's only answer would have been a yes anyway.
Upon hearing his cue, Ilya gave Bood a knowing look. Signalling the Assistant Captain that he will be off and is handing over the control to him. After all, the team is still having fun and some of them are getting more drinks. Troy gave Bood a sympathetic look and a squeeze on the shoulder.
“See you!” Ilya gave a small salute and waved off. Hand tightly gripping his husband's. It's probably going to be an exciting naughty night. But will it?
It doesn't matter. Thank the heavens! It's about time he gets laid.
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The sheer curtains magnificently filters the night light. The bedroom is painted in the lightest bluish hue—the perfect set-up and a romantic representation of Shane's current sexual desire.
If Ilya wanted to, he could have turned on one of the lamps on the side table to allow the orange tint to illuminate the room a little bit more but fuck that, because Shane looks glorious in this cooler tone instead.
“Ilya,” Shane whispers his name. Breathy and it sends shivers down his spine.
Shane has had a long standing rule of no outside clothes on the bed but tonight it didn't matter. He is sitting on the edge of the bed staring at his husband with his pants clearly getting tight from his hard on.
Tonight's show begins with Shane removing his shirt. The showing of Shane's muscular chest. Strong and mighty. Stunning. He steps a little bit closer and in between Ilya's legs. He grabs a hold of Ilya's hand and guided it towards him to undo his pants. Ilya gladly obliged—unbuttoned and unzipped as instructed. Ilya looked up at Shane with mouth agape when he felt Shane caress his face. He leaned in to it when Shane said, “Good. Pull it down.”
No please nor thank you. It was firm. Straight forward.
Ilya swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes tracks Shane's next movements—unprompted his husband knelt down. Worked his hands to removing his pants this time around. “Shane..” he grunts. This slow progression of events is making him delirious. His length now rigid and his patience is about to run out. “Open up.”
There's something feral about the fact he's just taking right now instead of giving.
Shane is obedient. He does as he's told. As his face got closer and he rests the side of his face on Ilya's inner thigh, he closed his eyes momentarily to deeply inhale and savor the musky scent he so loves. It's like an aphrodisiac and he's ecstatic. Shit! The act is stirring lust inside him and he can feel his own dick throbbing.
Ilya is slowly losing strength—like every drop of his life essence getting sucked out of him. To help maintain his composure, he sinks on to the bed a little, leaning back and propping himself up with his elbows. “Oh.. fuck!” he exclaimed when he felt Shane suck on his balls; there's a hand gently stroking him and followed by a tongue lapping up his entire length. A moan escaped him and instinctively he opens his legs wider. Oh god, tonight, I hope to be one of your bravest soldier. He is desperate. He hopes to last long.
Pleased at making Ilya feel all mushy, Shane continued to make use of his mouth. His tongue made a quick work of licking the leaking pre-cum before he started bobbing his head. After all these years he still finds himself amused with Ilya's girth. Remarkable; Nothing less than; As you would expect. Truly making him work for it but of course he's not one to complain about it. Not now. Not ever.
“Don't,” Ilya instructs Shane as he noticed one of his hand slowly reaching down. He lets himself drown in the sensation of having a warm wet mouth around his erection, but not for long because he is not about to cum with a blow job. He taps Shane's shoulder to catch his attention, “Come up here.”
“Did you like it?” Shane asked with a grin.
“So much,” Is Shane looking a little devious right now? Ilya thought. “very very hot!” he grabs Shane to switch their position. He stood up to remove his shirt, the remaining clothing he had on. He delicately pushed Shane—now sprawled in the middle of the bed. He crawled on top and locked him under in all fours. Lowering his head, he breathes in before he gave Shane's jaw a lick. “You are so beautiful.”
The rumpled sheets. The white noise of their breathing. The mixed scent of body wash and something natural. It's thrilling. The hunger, the desire, is all consuming.
Ilya's lips found Shane's. It started gently but gradually turned into thirst. He is prying Shane's mouth open as he attempts to stick his tongue inside. Shane reciprocates, greedy, his mouth opens, tongue in action as they ravish each other. His heart is pounding, loud, beating to the tune of his desires.
Shane's hand intuitively went into motion. One hand clutching Ilya's hair and the other roaming over the other's body—touching and feeling the warmth radiating. His light touches eventually found Ilya's lower back, an erogenous spot he knew would elicit a reaction. And true enough he felt a slight jerk. He tried to put a little bit more pressure. Without words, it is his way of asking Ilya to slide down so their bodies eventually meet. This is pleasure. He moans. His thoughts are getting muddy. This is intoxicating.
The kiss was broken off; Ilya moves on. Peppering kisses down Shane's neck earned him better access and his husband instinctively threw his head back. “Sexy,” he whispers. He only heard a grunt as a response. Shane is breathing heavy and to make things more electrifying, Ilya started grinding on top of him. By now, both of their dicks are painfully hard. A glorious agony. A form of release is needed but he is not about to touch either of them yet. The friction, however, is welcomed. Breathe, he reminds himself.
“Ilya,” Shane muttered under his breath. The grinding is killing him. His train of thoughts ran along it being, titillating, exhilarating, provocative. He hooks a leg on Ilya's waist. If he's not gonna get fucked yet, he might as well relish this moment. But not long after, the motion stopped. It brought his consciousness back. His eyes flutter as he tries to focus and realize that Ilya is staring at him tenderly. Those hazel eyes are full of adoration.
“You okay?” Ilya asked. Always.
“Yeah.” Shane responds with a nod. He can't help but wear a warm smile as he watches Ilya briefly get off the bed to grab the lube and a couple pieces of condom from the night stand. Stunning. His husband is, this man right here. Ilya Rozanov.
Ilya smirks, with a sculpted body like that of a greek god (Shane told him matter of factly), he will flaunt it. Always. He gets away with it every single time. Shane practically drools for it. “We're back on,”
Crawling back, Ilya situates himself on top of Shane. Legs wide apart he stops near his chest. From below, he looks larger than life and only Shane gets the full experience of such glorious view. The oozing sexiness of his naked body. His hip bucked a little when he felt the warm breath come in contact with his raging hard on. Jesus! Is he going to die right now? Well, no. Not yet.
Mesmerized. Shane will never get tired of this view. Ilya's throbbing cock is directly in his line of sight. His hand moves faster than his brain does. He gives it a languid stroke. Holy shit! Yeah, no denying it now. Ilya is hard as fuck. His dick twitches. This is exciting. Quickly he switches. One hand is now gripping Ilya's thick thigh while the other tries to grab a piece of condom. He rips it open. But before he puts it on his husband, he gives the underside of his erection one more lick and a pop on the tip. He looks up, grins and gives Ilya a wink.
Ugh, he moaned. At the moment, Ilya is blissfully drunk. Shane just has to be bold and his husband looks pleased at himself with such display of eagerness. “Tell me, Shane..” he softly asks as his thumb traces the beautiful freckles littered across Shane's face.
“Please..” he pleaded with those dark eyes full of emotion.
“What?”
“I need you..” Shane inhales. “to love me, tonight.”
To Ilya, it sounded like a spell. One that would enchant you. He moves away, off the bed and towards the edge he stood. Carefully he grabs Shane by the ankle, slowly sliding him down. One leg hanging while the other rests on his shoulder. Beautiful. Shane is laid bare. He delights as one hand caresses that muscular thigh. As he nips the skin on Shane's inner thigh, sensitive and soft, his other hand is busy giving the jewels a gentle massage. When he felt it tighten, he moved up. Fingers expertly wrapped around the length giving it a leisurely stroke. Leaking, twitching and he loves it.
Shane inhaled deep the moment he felt Ilya's hand working on his erection. He grunts. His back slightly arched at the tingling sensation flooding him. The hand moved up and found his chest. Right now his nipples are as sensitive as every other part of his body. Aroused and hard. He hissed when he felt a finger prodding his hole. Slowly and carefully trying to open him up. He grabs Ilya's arm, pulling him down bringing his face towards his. He sucks on those sweet luscious lips, sticks in his tongue whenever and, devours him altogether.
As the pleasure continuously builds up, Ilya pulls away slowly. As passionate as it is there's a much more important thing he needs to do. He breathes. Glance lingering. Worshipping every inch of Shane's body. Magnificent. Wonderful.
“Turn around. On your stomach please.” Ilya huffs as he delivers instructions.
The height of the bed in their master's bedroom has been planned for convenience and Shane definitely follows instructions very well. Arms tucked, face sideways on the comfortably cotton sheets, legs spread wide enough and in a slight kneeling position trying to gracefully present himself to Ilya.
Needy. Raw. Exposed. Like having a tunnel vision, there is nothing else to look at but this.. tempting.
Ilya can see Shane wearing a blissful expression with eyes fluttering from time to time. He strokes himself one two times as he prepares to line himself up behind Shane's delightfully round ass. “You good?” he asks to make sure. A light smack. Teasing. A faint growl.
“Yes.” Shane affirms. “Go on.”
Squeezing those ample cheeks, his tongue grazed Shane's tight entrance. Mmm, it vibrates deep. A full on chest sound. Ilya grunts as he teases Shane's hole with the tip of his rigid cock. The anticipation is rising. “Oh, Shane..” his voice is shaky as he drags on calling his husband's name. Slowly he penetrates and sinks to the hilt. He shudders. There's a static sound and for a brief moment he feels like his brain needs to reboot. Holy heavens!
Shane can feel the stretch behind as Ilya's girth consumes him. He is melting—physically, emotionally and spiritually. His eyes are shut as he tries to put himself back together. He breathes through it, as normal as he could. Relaxing all the muscles in his body instead of tensing up. He can feel that exquisite sensation all over but most especially at the tip of his leaking member. Mmm, he mumbles. A little bit satisfied but not enough. “Move..”
“Is that what you want?” Ilya asks.
“Yes,” Shane swallows “..please..”
Slowly, Ilya starts with a grinding motion. Feeling his way, making sure Shane is still comfortable. He can hear pleasurable moans from beneath and he takes it as a sign to move differently. Trying to find his rhythm he thrusts slowly, intentional, to begin with.
The silence within the four walls surrounding them amplifies their exchange of moans and grunt. Chest heaving, mouth agape, the sound of skin-to-skin slapping.. it is intimate.. they're physically connected.. it's ecstasy.
Shane makes a whimpering sound. Ilya's thrusting feels like heaven. Jesus Christ! He loves this dick so much. The pleasure is building and he can feel it bubbling at the pit of his stomach. “Ilya..” he tries to catch his breath “..harder.. please..”
What is Ilya supposed to do upon hearing that request? He takes pride in himself. He leans forward a little. Hands on Shane's back trying to steady himself at the same time making sure he is not pushing all his weight down on his husband. He's trying to keep his balance, finding some sort of support from the bed while he brings his right leg up on to the mattress.
Ilya sets the tempo. There's a consistent rhythm as he chases his own high. For the love of all things holy..oh god! He thrusts and moans. Sinking deeper, by the second, into this ever loving tightness. He shivers when he hears the same sound coming from Shane. His head thrown back when he felt his manhood squeezed.
“Do you want to cum?” Ilya asks while trying to catch his breath.
His mind is blank. The feeling is sublime. Shane tried to find his words as well as his voice. “Mmm..” was all he can come up right now. He sounds slightly gruff.
“I need you to..” Ilya gulps “..tell me..”
“Ye..” Shane takes a sharp inhale “..ss.. cum..”
Between him and the gripped sheets, Shane can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the softness. The friction intensifies the arousal. The sensation brings about heat to his face. He's probably flushed right now. A moan escapes him along with the pounding. He is about ready to surrender with every deep stroke.
Gasps. Choked sounds. A thud. A wet slap. Don't stop. Delirium.
“I'm close..” Ilya reveals. He picks up the pace. Entirely focused on the sweet spot he knew Shane loves. He moves his body. Leaning back a bit as his other hand finds Shane's hard on. Giving it a firm squeeze, he strokes it in sync with his thrusts. His breathing is heavier. His hips rocking faster. Ilya grunts once again. He releases and then a shudder.
Right there! He's letting go and allowing desire to consume his entire being. He does not want to think anymore. Shane quivers as the flood gates burst in time with Ilya's. He has been reduced to nothing but dopamine right now. Catching his breath, he collapses.
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The sheets are dirty but who cares about that right now? Both of them are sweating, panting and, just pure pleasure. Their limbs are still tangled but they remain in silence. Nothing much can be heard but their hearts pounding.
Ilya hugs Shane closer. Spooning, he snuggles and finds the crook of his husband's neck. He inhales his scent and settles. It always made him feel comfortable.
“Shane..”
It's the way that his name was said in a whisper. It is tender, loving and warm. He can't help but smile. “I'm here.”
“Why did you try to 'pick me' up at the bar earlier?”
Oh! Shane tried to stifle a laugh. “I had a dream last night.”
“A sex dream?”
Without even looking back, Shane can feel Ilya's brow move up. He does that whenever he is so curious about something. “I guess you could say that.”
“I need details, Shane.”
“Fine.” Shane takes a deep breath. “I had a dream that you were a random hot guy and we hooked up at the back alley...” he can feel himself blushing “..but I change my mind about the back alley.”
“Awee,” Ilya sounded defeated. “That would have been exciting.”
“Ilya!” he lightly slaps his arm that's currently wrapped around his waist. “That's scandalous.”
Ilya's hearty laugh echoed. “I am crazy for you, Зайчик.”
“I love you too.”
Maybe it wasn't what Shane had 100% imagined based off of his dream but hey, he wanted to try something new and he was brave enough to do it. That's all that matters.