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Ilya hadn't known what to expect from Shane's parents. His experience with parents had been limited to his own, and their relationships had been either short lived or full of contention and conflicting emotions. He knew, just from the few times he'd talked with Shane, that Yuna and David were nothing like his parents. Still, walking into their home felt like walking into enemy territory. Ilya did it, though. He did it for Shane.
What he hadn't expected was to leave with a stomach full of pasta, Yuna and David's numbers in his phone, and their implicit blessing for Ilya to date their only son. Ilya thought this might possibly be the best day of his life. Sure, there was still so much to figure out, but that could come later. For now, it was enough that he didn't have to hide anymore. They didn't have to hide anymore. They were allowed to just... be. For the next week and five days.
Shane couldn’t stop smiling as he drove back towards his cottage, holding Ilya’s hand in his right as the other gripped the steering wheel. It was all so surreal- his parents knew about them. Not only knew, but they were coming over for dinner in a few hours. This huge part of his life that he’d been hiding from everyone for nearly a decade was finally out in the open; or at least, as open as it could be for right now. It felt as though the elephant on his chest had finally taken another foot off (the first had been removed when Ilya had said “I love you”), and Shane couldn’t help sneaking glances over at Ilya, a big, dopey grin on his face the whole time. He knew he should keep his eyes on the road, but who could blame him when the most handsome man on earth was beside him? That’s right, Shane Hollander was dating the most handsome man on earth. That was his boyfriend right there. Just thinking those words sent a little giddy thrill through him, and he couldn’t help but reach over to hold his boyfriend’s (!) hand.
“Thank you. For coming with me,” Shane said, sneaking another glance over at Ilya.
Ilya squeezed Shane's hand in return. "I would not have made you go alone." Shane deserved to have someone at his side. Someone to support him through all of this. "Your parents are nice. Your father is not so boring," he continued with a matching grin.
Shane’s heart swelled slightly at that. To hear Ilya refer to them almost as a team, unquestionably in this together- Shane barely resisted the urge to lean over and kiss him, driving be damned.
“So I guess it’s not genetic, then,” Shane teased with a grin. “Maybe you might even like the New Yorker, if you tried it.” It was funny, when Ilya had first referred to him as boring, he’d been insulted. Now, it felt like a compliment. He brought Ilya’s hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand, just because he could. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you that well behaved before. I didn’t know you knew how,” he chuckled softly.
The press of Shane's lips on the back of his hand could only be described as chaste, and yet it sent a jolt of pleasure through Ilya. For years, they'd denied themselves these little intimacies, the casual touches and displays of affection. They didn't have to do that anymore. Not here, anyway.
He didn't take the bait about the New Yorker, simply rolling his eyes fondly. He'd tried, once, after the exchange with Shane in the bathroom in Las Vegas. There was even an article that he found mildly interesting. Not nearly interesting enough to justify the price of a subscription, or the amount of time it took to look up the words he didn't know.
"I can behave," Ilya said with faux indignation. "But it's so much more fun when I don't. You like it, too. Or have you forgotten your call with Hayden already?"
Shane could feel his cheeks turning red already, and he let go of Ilya’s hand to smack his shoulder. “You’re such an asshole,” he said, rolling his eyes with a laugh. “You’re so lucky we didn’t get caught.” He shook his head, filled with a nearly unbearable fondness. This ability to just be free with each other, to do something as simple as drive in a car together, hold hands…. Small pleasures that they’d denied themselves for so many years that just tasted all the sweeter now.
“I think they liked you, for what it’s worth. My mom might take a bit to get over the whole ‘archrival’ thing, but she liked you. Can’t believe she thought I’d ever let you win a fucking game,” he huffed softly. As if. If anything, playing against Ilya only pushed him to be better, stronger, faster. He was never on top of his game more than when he was facing Ilya…. Except the last game they played together. It was a good reminder that Shane couldn’t slip up, even for a moment. He had recovered from his injuries now, but come training season, he’d have to work hard to get back in tip top shape.
"I liked them, too," Ilya said, and he meant it. Yuna was... intense. Her sharp expressions and aloof demeanor had set him on edge at first, but something had clearly shifted when she came back in from her conversation with Shane. Ilya wanted to ask what they'd talked about, but he also didn't want to pry. Shane would talk about it when he was ready.
In contrast, Ilya had taken to David almost immediately. He was down to earth and seemed attuned to Shane's emotions in a similar way to Ilya. While Shane had been out in the back yard with his mother, Ilya and David had started on dinner. Their conversation stayed largely surface level, but Ilya couldn't ignore the way his chest ached at the ease with which David welcomed him into the family.
Shane smiled at that. His parents were so important to him, and the fact that Ilya liked them, and they returned the feelings- fuck, it just made everything perfect. He could already see Christmases, holidays, summers together; their whole lives playing out, Ilya present at every moment. Not that he’d say it out loud, not yet, but Shane couldn’t help thinking about the future.
Ilya looked over at Shane, staring openly because he could. He didn't have to worry about who might see or how his face could be interpreted. Now that he knew more about Shane's parents, it was easy to see which elements of his personality and looks came from which, and which ones were all Shane. The way he scrunched his nose against the sunlight was particularly endearing, and Ilya reached over to stroke Shane's cheek with the back of his hand before tapping his index finger on the tip of Shane's nose.
"I like seeing you like this. Relaxed." He'd worried that being caught would mean the end of that, but Shane looked even more at ease than before, if that were even possible.
“I feel good. Really good. The best I’ve felt in a long time,” Shane replied, and glanced over at Ilya. He was grateful that his parents’ cottage was only ten minutes from his own; he’d be able to kiss the man he loved properly soon enough. “Maybe ever.” It was true- he couldn’t remember a time in his life where everything had fallen so perfectly into place. Oh sure, he’d had good moments, great moments even- he’d lived a good life, overall. But this moment, right now, this might be the best of them all.
There was a part of Ilya, the tiniest twinge, that couldn't help but feel sad at that. Not because Shane felt good - Ilya always wanted to make him feel good- but that it hadn't happened before. He knew Shane kept a strict, regimented lifestyle; that he compartmentalized, held himself to a high standard, and hardly ever lost control; which is also why the sadness was very quickly replaced with pride. Ilya was the one who gave Shane that moment. Well... Ilya and his parents, but mostly Ilya.
"Mmm, I am not so sure of that," he said with a sly smile. His hand slid down to rest on the back of Shane's neck, and he squeezed gently. "You felt pretty fucking good with my cock in your ass last night. I saw how you looked." Sure, maybe it was a deflection, but so many emotions were swirling inside Ilya that he didn't know how to make sense of them. Sex was a language they shared, something they could connect on. It made sense. And it bought Ilya more time to sort through everything he was feeling. Good things, he knew that much, but maybe deeper things as well.
Shane couldn’t help but relax ever so slightly under Ilya’s touch on the back of his neck. It was ingrained at this point, a reassuring touch that kept him grounded. He didn’t bother pointing out that those were two very different kinds of happy, that feeling at peace with the most important people in his life and feeling pleasure from amazing sex with his boyfriend (!) were two very different kinds of good. He could tell when Ilya wanted to talk about something else.
Ilya felt the ever so subtle shift in Shane's posture, and a warmth flooded his own body. He loved that he could do this to Shane. Help him relax in a way no one else could. Not his friends, and to Ilya's surprise, not even his parents. He'd glanced over at them when Shane dropped his head to his arms during dinner, but they seemed at a loss as to what to do. Ilya knew, though. He always had. There was a part of him that seemed attuned to Shane's needs. The part he had tried to run from for so long. The part he didn't have to run from anymore.
"Your parents won't be over until five," Ilya continued, raising a brow suggestively.
“Why do you think I told them to text?” Shane replied with a sly glance over at the other man. “You didn’t think you could call yourself my boyfriend for the first time and not get jumped the moment we get back to our place, did you?” He couldn’t disguise his want, not now. He wanted to chase this good feeling, wanted to show Ilya how much he cared. He felt too happy to keep it all inside right now, it needed to be let out. And the security of knowing that Ilya felt the same as he did, that he was in this for real? Well, how could that make Shane want to do anything but drag him to bed?
Sliding his hand down Shane's arm, Ilya let it land on the inside of his thigh. He didn't do anything besides trace small circles with his thumb, but he knew it would be enough to get Shane's attention. His fingers were so close to Shane's crotch, but he refused to move them any higher. He didn't want them to crash, after all. That would be a disappointing end to an otherwise perfect day.
"Oh, you're going to jump me, are you?" he asked, amusement in his voice. He loved the competitiveness that seemed to crackle between them at all times. It only made Ilya want to work harder. To be better.
Shane’s breath turned ever so slightly shaky as he felt Ilya slip his hand down between his legs. Even that small touch was enough to have his cock starting to harden, always on a razor wire when he was alone with Ilya. He was always ready to go at the slightest provocation, leftover from years of being conditioned to get excited the moment he was alone.
“I am. I am pretty strong, you know. Fast on my feet,” he teased. “Not gonna be able to escape me if you tried.” Not that he thought Ilya would deny him this. Sometimes the other man would hold back, make him wait for it, but Shane felt secure in knowing that Ilya wouldn’t, not now. He was fairly sure the Russian wanted to celebrate as much as Shane did. Shane moved to rest his hand down over Ilya’s, not stopping him, just holding.
Ilya chuckled at the misunderstanding. It wasn't that he didn't think Shane could catch him. They'd never tried the fastest skater competition at the All-Star Games, but Ilya knew Shane would win. He was by far the fastest skater Ilya had ever seen.
"Mmm, I have no plans to escape," he said, continuing his maddeningly slow movement with his thumb. "Only I think it is me who will be jumping you." In all likelihood, they would jump each other, neither one of them able to keep their hands off once they made it out of the car. Ilya would be surprised if they made it into the house at all. He was perfectly content to fuck Shane outside - on the ground, against the side of the car, Ilya didn't care. As long as he could touch Shane, that was what mattered.
Shane nearly choked with how sharply he inhaled, his cock twitching in his pants. Fuck, sometimes his damn head went fuzzy with the way Ilya spoke. The cottage couldn’t come fast enough, and he hastily threw the car into park and pulled Ilya into a kiss, unable to wait any longer.
It was a good thing they'd turned into the drive because Ilya's resolve was frayed down to the last strand. He wanted - no, he needed - to be touching Shane, and he didn't care how. Shane on his knees, Ilya on his, Shane on the bed facing him, on all fours, riding him... Fuck, there were so many ways he could have him. Ilya had always known he was a greedy man, but he didn't think he'd ever felt it more than in this moment.
“We should- we should go inside,” Shane gasped out between kisses, slipping a hand under Ilya’s shirt just to get a feel of him. He knew they’d be far more comfortable, and after his father caught them, he knew they shouldn’t risk not being behind a very locked door again.
Ilya pawed at Shane's shirt with one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other, moaning into the kiss. The last thing he wanted to do was stop. It would be so easy to pull Shane across the center console and into his lap. They wouldn't even have to leave the car. But Shane was probably right. Maybe. A little bit.
Reluctantly, Ilya pulled away and threw open the door, practically running around to the driver's side. He wrenched open Shane's door and slid a hand under the thigh closest to him. "Come on," he said, not even trying to conceal his lust. "Up." Would it be faster to walk in together? Probably. But Ilya didn't want to let go of Shane.
Shane didn’t question anything for a moment, getting out and hopping up to wrap his legs around Ilya’s waist. He loved how Ilya could make him feel small, precious; despite the fact that they were the same size, despite the fact that they were both bulky men, Ilya had a way of manhandling him that just made Shane’s knees weak.
Ilya carried Shane as though he weighed nothing at all, relishing the way his boyfriend clung to him. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he was the only person on earth who could do this. Reduce the most talented hockey player in the world to a moaning, needy mess. He rolled his hips as they reached the door, pinning Shane between him and the sturdy wood. It would be so easy to shove their pants down and pull their cocks out right here, but a few more seconds wouldn't kill him. Probably.
“Oh, fuck Ilya,” Shane groaned, finally able to jam the key in and wrench open the door. He didn’t know if they’d manage to make it to the bedroom at this rate, but with his parents coming over, he damn well hoped they figured it out- he didn’t need to be worrying about his parents sitting down on a surface they’d defiled (well, more than they already had).
Finally, finally, the door opened, and Ilya carried them both inside, shoving the door with his foot to close it. He pressed Shane back against it, sliding his hands under the man's shirt to play with his chest. Shane was surprisingly sensitive there, and Ilya certainly wasn't complaining. He loved Shane's pecs almost as much as he loved his mouth. And his ass. And his cock. And every other part of him.
Fuck, Ilya was so goddamn intoxicating, it wasn’t fair. Shane couldn’t help the moan that escaped him, arching into his partner’s touch as he rocked their hips together. “Ilya- I- I need-“ he couldn’t even get out a full sentence, too pent up with adrenaline from their stressful (and then heartwarming) morning. He was so aroused he could barely even think, all he wanted to do was get Ilya’s cock in his mouth or in his ass, he didn’t care which at this point. He needed to feel close to Ilya, to express all the love that was bursting at the seams of his heart, threatening to overwhelm him.
Shane was barely clinging to sanity at this point, the entire day having been such a roller coaster of emotions, between the heart attack of the morning, crying with his mom, his panic attack at the table, the joy and acceptance of his parents…. Fuck, Shane’s goddamn eyes shouldn’t be tearing up right now. He pulled back slightly, just enough to take a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself back down.
Eight years together meant Ilya knew exactly what Shane needed. Even if he was perfectly content to rub off against him here, Shane needed more than that. He needed to get out of his own head.
"Hey," Ilya soothed, tilting Shane's chin up. "Hey, you're okay. We're okay, yes?" Here, in the safety of the cottage, there was nothing that could come between them. Ilya scanned Shane's face, his eyes flickering back and forth as he took him in. Shane looked... overwhelmed. Like he was feeling too many things at the same time. Ilya had learned early on that was a bad thing. Or, at the very least, not a good thing.
Taking Shane's hand, he pulled it to his own chest, allowing him to feel the steady beating of his heart. Something to ground him until they could get to the bedroom. A million ideas ran through his head for how to pull Shane out of his own, but they could figure it out once they actually made it there.
“Yeah, we’re okay,” Shane mumbled softly as he closed his eyes tight. A small part of him was embarrassed- he was happy, for Christ’s sake. He was so happy; his parents accepted him, they liked Ilya, Ilya was here and loved him- but it had been a big day, and he was all dysregulated. The steady heartbeat in Ilya’s chest helped ground him, give him something to time his breaths with.
“I’m good, I’m okay, I just- fuck.” He let out a shaky breath, a little unsteady laugh as he quickly swiped a hand over his eyes. Fuck, he was all over the place.
While Shane steadied himself, Ilya made his way into the bedroom. He could tell that Shane was only half-present and trying desperately to ground himself. That would be easier once they were both naked. Ilya still wasn't certain what he wanted to do with Shane. A lot of that depended on what Shane needed. Sometimes certain touches were off limits when he was like this. It was up to Ilya to read his cues.
He slid a hand between them as they kissed, working the buttons of Shane's shirt as best he could. It was clumsy and uncoordinated, but he managed to get three undone so he could kiss his way down Shane's neck. "How do you need it, moya lyubov?" he asked, the words muffled against Shane's skin. He ignored his own erection. There would be plenty of time to deal with it.
Shane relaxed back into the pillows as Ilya kissed down his neck, arching up into his touches. His brain still felt scattered, but Ilya was here, touching him, and that’s all that mattered right now. He felt a little shiver run up his spine at the murmured Russian against his skin; he didn’t know what it meant but it sounded tender and sweet, and it calmed him.
“I- I just need you,” he said, not quite able to make a decision at the moment. He managed to catch Ilya’s eye, and a sense of calm settled in his stomach. He trusted the other man completely, trusted Ilya to know his limits better than himself at a time like this. “My boyfriend.”
Ilya nodded, understanding better what Shane was after. No decisions. He could do that. It hadn't been an exaggeration when he said he knew what Shane liked after all this time. He knew Shane's body almost as well as his own by now, a fact that never ceased to send a thrill through him. Every time Shane allowed Ilya to take control like this, it felt like being given a gift. Something precious.
It didn't take much work to undress Shane, though Ilya left him in his boxer briefs. He wanted to take his time unwrapping that particular package. Gathering both Shane's wrists in one hand, Ilya pressed them into the pillow above his head.
"Stay," he said, then climbed off the bed. He made sure Shane was watching before slowly pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Shane visibly relaxed as Ilya gave him a direct instruction, moving him how he wanted. He could do this, he could stay, he could trust that Ilya would take care of him. It sent such a sense of peace through his bones, knowing that he could trust Ilya completely in these moments. He’d never felt anything like this before, the complete willingness to just give up control, let go of his strict regiments and the burden of decisions and just allow Ilya to take the reins.
Soft brown eyes followed Ilya’s every move as he undressed, roaming over the exposed chest and stomach, the treasure trail leading down to a hidden prize. Shane couldn’t help but lick his bottom lip as he watched, arousal stirring in his groin and his cock pushing against the constraints of his boxer briefs.
A slow smile spread across Ilya's lips as he watched Shane. Always so eager for him. There was a time when Ilya wondered if this would ever get old. If being with Shane would ever lose some of the novelty and excitement. Somehow, the opposite had happened. Every time they came together, it was just as exhilarating as the very first time.
He let Shane stare, taking his time removing his clothing. He folded each article of clothing, both his and Shane's, his own personal joke. That had been one of the first things to captivate him.
Shane couldn’t help but crack a little smile as he saw Ilya folding their clothes, unable to help but roll his eyes at it. But the very act put Shane more at ease. He’d never been able to laugh, joke, tease with a lover before. It was such a gift, something that had instantly drawn him to Ilya.
Shane's arousal was apparent by the time Ilya climbed back on the bed. He spread his boyfriend's thighs and settled between them, then leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the bulge in Shane's underwear. He'd let Shane use his mouth soon, but first, he wanted to get him nice and worked up.
“Oh, fuck, Rozanov,” Shane groaned, his thighs falling easily open as Ilya began kissing his cock through his underwear. He was so hard he was already leaking, a steady wet patch forming on the fabric.
Ilya flicked his gaze up and found Shane still how he'd left him, wrists above his head, and god if that didn't go straight to his cock. Not that he'd expected anything different from Shane. Always so eager to please. To do a good job and be rewarded for it. And Ilya was going to make sure he was very well rewarded.
Sliding his hands along Shane's bare skin, he reached up to squeeze one of his pecs. The other hand cupped the underneath of Shane's thigh, holding him steadily as Ilya enjoyed taking him apart. He took his time, kissing not only Shane's straining cock but the insides of his thighs, the crease where leg met groin, the sensitive skin just beneath Shane's belly button. His kisses left goosebumps in their wake, and Ilya smiled as he watched the effect he was having on Shane.
"Good?" he asked, wanting to hear it. As much as Shane enjoyed being rewarded for a job well done, Ilya loved hearing that he was making Shane feel good.
Shane couldn’t help but arch slightly as Ilya fondled his chest, barely suppressing a shiver as he felt Ilya’s talented mouth move across his body. “Yeah- yes, so good, fuck, Ilya- please,” he said softly, a gentle plea for more. He couldn’t get enough of the other man, of the simple way he took charge, of the way he knew Shane’s body so well. He felt so loved and safe, practically melting into the bed as the tension left his body slowly.
Out of an abundance of caution, Ilya glanced over at the clock. Three hours until five. Plenty of time to get Shane off at least once, if not twice. He pulled back just enough to ease Shane's underwear off and swore quietly in Russian when he saw just how hard and wet his cock was. It was practically begging to be touched. Which was precisely why Ilya didn't. Instead, he climbed off the mattress and stood at the end of the bed. He wrapped a hand around his own cock and stroked lazily, then crooked a finger on his other hand. "Up," he said, the single word conveying a gentle order. "Come here."
Shane’s breath had caught as he thought he’d finally get the touch he’d been craving— but then Ilya stood up, beckoned him over, and god Shane wanted to kiss him for it. But instead he rolled over, crawling over to the man. He pressed his face to Ilya’s groin immediately, breathing in the scent of him, a smell that had become oddly comforting. He pressed open mouthed kisses along the length of Ilya’s cock, practically worshiping the man as he neglected his own cock aching between his legs.
This time, it was Ilya's turn to let his head fall back, and he let out a low groan of pure pleasure. He threaded his fingers through Shane's hair, not pulling or rushing but simply grounding him. Shane had always been talented at this. If he hadn't known better, Ilya would have thought Shane had lied to him all those years ago about it being his first time. His mouth was so good. So inviting. But apparently sucking dick came naturally to Shane, because of course it fucking did. And if natural skill wasn't enough, Shane had had plenty of time to perfect his technique. Today, though, there was no attempt at finesse. This was about raw, pure need.
"That's it," Ilya murmured. "Fuck, Hollander, just like that." He took Shane's wrists again and crossed them behind his back, forcing him to use his core to keep from face planting forward. It would be a strain but not too much. Just enough to give Shane a challenge.
Shane nearly fell forward when Ilya took his wrists, but then he straightened up. He had to focus, had to keep himself upright so that he could keep making Ilya feel good. He swallowed down half of Ilya’s cock, focusing his tongue on the sensitive head as he groaned softly around him. Sucking Ilya’s cock brought Shane to nearly a state of meditation, able to focus only on Ilya. He could focus entirely on the heavy weight in his mouth, his cock dripping precum as he knelt on the bed.
There was a subtle shift in Shane's entire demeanor when he was like this. It was like the entire world narrowed down to just this moment, just the two of them. And Ilya knew he had Shane exactly where he needed to be. He let out a string of praises, a mixture of English and Russian, as Shane lavished his cock with attention. It was so fucking good, Shane's mouth warm and wet and perfect. Sometimes, this was all they did. Shane sucked Ilya off and Ilya returned the favor with his hands and mouth. That wasn't what Ilya wanted today. He wanted to see Shane wrecked.
Shane's muscles bunched and relaxed as he fought to stay upright. He was doing such a good job, and Ilya told him as much. Shane let the praise and kindness wash over him, every word making him feel like he was floating on air. Finally, he had to pull off to catch his breath, resting his forehead against Ilya’s hip for just a moment before starting to press open mouthed kisses along Ilya’s toned stomach, his hip bones, the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Ilya- fuck, you’re so good,” Shane mumbled out, practically slurred as his stomach shook slightly from holding this position so long. He didn’t waver though, didn’t try to tap out, rising to meet Ilya’s challenge.
There was no way Ilya was going to last as long as he wanted if Shane kept this up. He was too sweet, too eager. Gripping his shoulders gently, Ilya settled him back on the bed in a kneeling position. He tipped Shane's chin up with his forefinger and kissed him tenderly, his tongue dipping just inside Shane's mouth. Seeing him like this never failed to make Ilya's chest ache from the sweetness of it. Such a contrast to the controlled, calculating man who existed on the ice.
Shane leaned into the kiss, keeping his wrists crossed behind his back even as Ilya had released him from the hold. He could still feel the ghost of Ilya’s touch, keeping him still and secure. Those feelings were synonymous with safety when it came to Ilya.
"So good for me," he murmured against Shane's lips. "Too good. But I want more of you." Reaching between them, Ilya wrapped a hand around Shane's hard length and stroked. It was far too light and too slow to get him off, but it was just enough to rile him up even more.
A groan escaped unbidden, followed by a soft whimper as Shane’s hips jerked forward into Ilya’s grasp involuntarily. Shane was so hard he could cut glass, and this touch only served to inflame his passions further. “Fuck, please- I’m yours, anything you want,” Shane said, breath ragged as his eyes fluttered closed. He may not have said it out loud before, but it was true, down to his very core.
Oh. An unexpected wave of arousal crashed through Ilya, and he kissed Shane again, this time with enough force that they both went tumbling down onto the bed. He knew Shane meant it. Knew that whatever he asked of the man, it would be done. No one had ever trusted him that fully. Hell, he had never trusted himself that fully. But Shane did. Tears pricked at Ilya's eyes, but he blinked them back. He'd deal with them later. Instead, he maneuvered them back up the bed and hauled Shane's thighs up.
"Hold yourself open," he said roughly, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. While some would say that patience had never been a virtue Ilya possessed, he thought otherwise. And he was going to put every bit of that patience to use now, putting aside his own pleasure in favor of Shane's. Settling on his stomach, Ilya spread his ass cheeks and licked a stripe up the crease, all the way to Shane's balls.
Shane barely managed to get his arms up before they crashed back into the bed, bringing one hand up to grasp the back of Ilya’s head and the other running down Ilya’s back. He didn’t think it would be great if on his break, he reinjured his collar bone (oh god, what would his mother say?). He got lost in the kiss for a moment, focused on Ilya and Ilya alone. He rocked up his hips just a moment to feel the glide of his cock against the other man’s, a moan ripped out of him by the act. They hadn’t even bothered to put away the lube the last two days, it lived permanently on the bedside table along with a roll of condoms.
Then Ilya was gone, down between Shane’s thighs and looking like he wanted to eat Shane alive. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to being the object of such intense concentration like that- Ilya had a way of looking at him that made him feel like he was the only person who existed.
“Oh, fuck, Ilya- God, need your fingers,” Shane groaned as he felt Ilya’s tongue in his most sensitive place. He reached down to hold his cheeks open, his knees coming up to rest by his ears as he thanked his yoga practice for this flexibility. “Please- oh God,” he whispered, almost like a prayer.
There was a frantic energy to Shane that bolstered all of Ilya's actions, their individual pleasures creating the most intoxicating feedback loop. Ilya loved hearing him beg, knowing that he'd been reduced down to nothing more than pure need. He nipped at Shane's ass cheek, then soothed the sting with his tongue before laving it back down to tease his hole. All the while, he slicked his fingers with lube, preparing to give Shane exactly what he needed.
Shane pressed his face to his knee as he let out soft desperate sounds of pleasure. Ilya came at this with such singleminded focus, a dedication and energy that was disarming even after all this time together. He let out some wordless begs, desperate to be filled up, but Ilya was taking his time today. Ilya alternated between flicking his tongue and lapping at Shane's entrance. He wanted to watch Shane fall apart and be the one to put him back together again.
Finally, Ilya pushed a finger in, moving his mouth up to lick and suck at Shane's taint. Shane gasped, his cock twitching as it drooled precum on his soft stomach, folded up as he was. “More, oh fuck, Ilya, fu-“ Shane couldn’t even get his words out, a shaky moan overtaking him as he closed his eyes tight, just focusing on the pleasure.
Ilya marveled at Shane's reaction. One finger, one solitary finger, and he was already so worked up. Well, it was more than just the finger. Ilya took pride in that. He'd always been told he 'had a mouth' on him, whatever that meant (who didn't have a mouth on them?), but he'd never seen that as a bad thing. Definitely not now, when he was putting that mouth to good use.
"One day, I'm going to spend all day teasing you," he purred, nuzzling at Shane's balls. "I'm going to keep you in bed, spread you open on my fingers, my tongue, my cock." Maybe even more. He was still intrigued by Shane's dildo that had yet to make an appearance. He'd wondered for years if it was the only toy Shane owned. "Hours and hours of bringing you just to the edge. And then keeping you there." Not today, though. Today, they had a time limit.
Shane couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped him as Ilya described his plans. Shane didn’t know how on earth he’d survive that, being kept on edge for hours without being able to finish. Ilya was just enough of an asshole to do it, too, of that he had no doubt.
“Fuck, you’re such- God, Ilya, come on, stop being such a tease,” Shane replied breathlessly, even as his cock twitched with desire. He wouldn’t trade this for the world, though- Ilya’s voice when he got like this was more arousing than anything else Shane had ever heard. But Shane was so pent up, he couldn’t keep waiting to be satisfied.
It was obvious just how much Shane needed more. Needed to be stretched and filled and thoroughly owned. And Ilya was nothing if not accommodating. At least when it came to sating Shane's desires. Other things... less so.
He pressed a final kiss to Shane's thigh and then pulled back, adding a second finger to the first. They'd fucked so much over the last few days that he wouldn't need much prep, but Ilya always wanted to make sure he was good before taking him.
"You love it when I tease," he crooned, stroking his fingers directly over Shane's prostate. It had occurred to him on more than one occasion that second to hockey, sex might be the thing he and Shane were best at. For some reason, that amused him as much as it aroused him. "You love being such a good boy for me, don't you?" The question was a rhetorical one, but Ilya knew Shane would likely answer it anyway.
Fuck, that shouldn't be as arousing as it was. Shane was the captain of one of the top hockey teams in the MLH, he'd won the Stanley Cup multiple times, and yet he wanted to be a good boy for Ilya. That voice, that teasing praise, it had Shane already on the edge from almost nothing.
"Yeah, yes, fuck, want to," he panted out, already so wrecked from so little. He couldn't repeat the words, a flush high on his cheeks as he looked down at Ilya between his legs. Shane was so open to him, the two fingers barely even a stretch at this point as he rocked down on them.
"Come on, fuck, Ilya," Shane managed to get out, nearly begging at this point. He would have been ready to get fucked silly in the car, this kind of drawn out foreplay was almost torture. And yet, he made no move to force Ilya to speed up, just taking what he was given.
Shane's pupils were blown, his lips parted as he let out harsh pants of air. It was obvious he wouldn't last long once Ilya really started fucking him. But Ilya didn't make any move to replace his fingers with his cock. The slight pink of Shane's cheeks betrayed his embarrassment at his admission that he did, in fact, love being good for Ilya. Maybe one day he'd actually be able to say the words out loud. For now, it was enough just to know.
"Yes, we will fuck," Ilya said with a smirk. "Do you think if I make you come now, you can get hard before I finish inside you?" It was a challenge, yes, but also an honest question. He didn't want to push Shane too far. There was a fine line between just enough and too much, and Ilya needed to know where that line was. It would be beautiful, watching Shane come apart twice. Years ago, Shane had told him - texted, really - that Ilya could make him come twice in an hour. They were younger then, though, and Ilya didn't want to make any assumptions, even if he really wanted to see it.
Shane paused to consider the question. He took it seriously, considering it for a moment as Ilya kept up his torturous movements inside of him. He was so hard it hurt, and the idea of getting relief now was too good to pass up. Plus, a challenge from Ilya was nearly impossible to turn down- something in the man just made Shane want to prove himself, no matter how many times he already had.
"I th-think so, yeah," Shane managed to get out. He didn't know how he'd recover by the time his parents returned, but he had a couple hours- they'd have to make it work. Now that Ilya had put the idea into his head, Shane didn't know if he could wait any longer. "Can I- please? Ilya, can't hold back," he groaned earnestly.
The sheer amount of trust Shane placed in Ilya never failed to take his breath away. He rolled over to straddle Shane without removing his fingers and leaned down to press a heated kiss to his lips. "Fuuuck, so good," he mumbled, more to himself than to Shane. And then he kissed a path down Shane's chest, stopping at his groin.
"Don't hold back," he said with a nod before taking Shane's cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head, feeling the heavy weight against his tongue. This was the part he loved most. Watching Shane come undone and knowing that he was the reason. Ilya's fingers kept moving, relentlessly stroking along Shane's prostate. It wouldn't take long at all.
Shane had no intention of holding back- he didn't think he could even if he wanted to. He was so pent up, he brought his hands down to fist in Ilya's hair, tugging hard as he handed himself over to pleasure. Sparks danced up and down his spine, warmth gathered in his stomach, and it wasn't long at all before he was coming with a loud gasp of his boyfriend's name.
"Oh, fuck, Ilya, fuck," he moaned, bucking into Ilya's touch as he rode out the wave of pleasure. He finally pushed Ilya's head away as it became too much, melting bonelessly into the bed as his chest rose and fell with quickened breaths. He always felt so tingly afterwards with Ilya, and he tugged slightly on the other man's arms to come up for a quick cuddle.
Ilya worked him through his orgasm, ignoring the fierce need that burned in his own veins. He was a patient man, far more patient than people gave him credit for. He could wait. Instead, he slowly slipped his fingers from Shane's hole and allowed himself to be pulled upward. Ilya stretched out along Shane's side, wiping his hand on the sheets before he wrapped his arms around Shane and cradled him against his chest.
"Mmm, you should see yourself," Ilya purred. This was one of his favorite Shane looks. His eyes were slightly unfocused, his skin slicked with sweat, and his hair a mess. He looked thoroughly undone, and it was an amazing feeling to know it was his fault. Using the side of his finger, he tipped Shane's chin up and kissed him softly. "So pretty."
Shane followed up to kiss Ilya, his body loose with his orgasm. He felt so good, so safe and cared for. “Mm, you look pretty good too,” he said, sounding a bit loopy with endorphins as he pressed a couple kisses to Ilya’s jaw before curling up to him to catch his breath.
“You’re a menace, you know. Hard to think when you’re using your tongue like that,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s chest. He was aware of the other man’s straining erection pressing against his stomach, and Shane brought his hand down to stroke Ilya’s cock to offer some relief.
Chuckling, Ilya slid a hand into Shane's hair, playing with the thick strands. He loved playing with Shane's hair. There was something about it that made Shane even more pliant and soft, and Ilya loved seeing that side of him. He loved the syrupy tone to Shane's voice and the slowness of his limbs as he moved. Everything about him was beautiful.
"Oh fuck," Ilya groaned, his hips rolling of their own accord. "Not too much. I want to be inside you." His resolve was only so strong. Shane was just so willing and eager. So good. Ilya had never seen himself as a particularly good person. He wasn't a bad person, but the people around him seemed to view him as something of a bad boy, so Ilya let them. Shane, though, Shane had only ever been good. It was part of the appeal.
Shane loosened his grip, not wanting to overstimulate the man and have things over too quickly. Instead, he kept lazily kissing Ilya, open mouthed kisses like he wanted to drink the other man in. He let his heart rate come down a bit, but it wasn't long until he felt ready to try again. Even if he couldn't cum twice, he couldn't bear to be separated from Ilya any longer.
Ilya didn't think he'd ever tire of kissing Shane. Surprisingly, it was one of his favorite things to do with the man. Sex was fantastic, and he'd never say no, but there was something about the sensual intimacy of kissing that satisfied some fundamental part of him. As Shane came down, Ilya ran his hands along his shoulders, his stomach, his neck. It was nice just to touch him. To feel that he was real. That Ilya wasn't dreaming.
"Mm, how do you want me?" Shane asked softly between kisses. "You can have me any way you want. Except standing on my head, don't think I could pull that off right now," he teased lazily, breaking away to look at Ilya with big, soft eyes.
Ilya snorted at the joke and pressed a kiss to the corner of Shane's mouth. "Just like this," he said softly. "I want to see you." And he was fairly certain Shane wouldn't be able to hold himself up on all fours for very long. He still looked boneless and relaxed. Shifting, Ilya spread Shane's legs and settled between them, sliding his hands along Shane's thighs. "Moye solnyshko," he murmured. My sunshine.
Shane couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his face as he looked up at Ilya. His body could barely contain the happiness he felt now that they weren't hiding, now that they'd agreed to be honest with each other. On one hand, they knew each other so well, but on the other hand, they still had so much discovery to look forward to. They'd kept things from getting too personal for so many years, and now neither of them felt constrained by that need any longer.
"Y'know, it's pretty hot when you speak Russain in bed," he murmured, leaning up to catch Ilya's lips in a quick kiss. "Might not know what you're saying, but it sure sounds good."
Ilya'd never considered his native language hot, but he could see the appeal. And it was useful, allowing him to share his innermost feelings without exposing himself. Not yet, anyway. He was doing better about the whole being honest thing, but it was still a big step for him.
"I will teach you someday," he said, his teeth grazing Shane's jaw. He'd joked about it before, when he was back in Russia, but there was something about Shane speaking his language, wanting to know this part of him, that stirred something emotionally that Ilya wasn't prepared to think about. Something soft and tender and vulnerable. "Teach you how to beg for me," he added with a smirk. "How to ask for what you want." Maybe it would be more comfortable for him in Russian, since Shane struggled to ask for it in English. "Like this. Trakhni menya, pozhaluysta." Fuck me, please.
Something in Shane's gaze grew fuzzier as Ilya spoke to him, and his cock valiantly attempted to get hard again. Ilya making him beg was something that just had Shane instantly feeling... calm. His existence zeroed down to just the other man, the rest of his usually loud brain going quiet. "Tr-Trakhni, oh-" Shane tried to repeat what Ilya had said, but got distracted by trying to grind down on Ilya's cock. The fact that this man was still not inside of him was a testament to how much of a bastard he was; Ilya loved to tease, he could be infuriating, but Shane was at his mercy.
His own breathing came faster as Ilya wrapped a hand around the base of his cock to calm himself. It wasn't going to take much for him to come. He'd been denying himself for too long. Shane wasn't the only one being edged. But Ilya relished the challenge. He loved the trust Shane placed in him, and he was determined to earn it every single time they did this.
"Come on," he said, pressing the tip of his cock to Shane's hole. It would be so easy to fuck him like this. But Ilya wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. "Be a good boy. Trakhni. Menya. Pozhaluysta," he said, repeating the words slower so Shane could say them.
Shane's gaze was trained on Ilya's lips, so alluring and just out of reach to kiss. Shane let his arms rest above his head, just as Ilya had pinned him earlier, as he licked his bottom lip, taking a slow, deep breath. "Trakhni," he murmured, gaze flicking up to meet Ilya's eyes, "Menya. Pozhaluysta." The words were unfamiliar on his tongue, his mouth unfamiliar with making the sounds of the language. But he said every word, spreading his legs wide for Ilya without hesitation.
The last word had barely left Shane's lips before Ilya pushed his cock inside the warm, inviting hole. He groaned, forcing himself not to tip his head back. He wanted to see every second of this. "Fuck, Shane," he moaned, his voice cracking. He hadn't even needed to pin Shane's wrists. Shane had done that himself. Given every part of himself to Ilya. Tears pricked at Ilya's eyes, but he blinked them away. There would be time to feel all of that later. Now, he just wanted to enjoy his boyfriend's body. The closeness they were able to have without the rest of the world demanding they be anything else.
It took an enormous effort not to slam into Shane and fuck him hard and fast, but Ilya wanted to work him back up. He wanted to see Shane come undone on his cock, and that meant focusing just as much on Shane's pleasure as his own. Inch by agonizing inch, he slid deeper inside, until he was fully seated. His breathing was harsh and ragged, betraying just how much he needed this.
Shane could feel every single fucking inch enter him, his head falling back and back arching up slightly as he groaned. His cheeks were red, making his freckles stand out all the more against his skin as he slowly tried to relax. He was nearly overwhelmed with how good Ilya finally felt inside him, unable to help but bring his hands up to touch his lover. Ilya was so beautiful, brow furrowed with concentration, hair falling into his face. Shane had to lean up to kiss him, his legs squeezing around Ilya’s waist as the man finally bottomed out inside him.
“Fuck,” Shane groaned raggedly, his cock half hard between them as his libido worked valiantly against his refractory period.
Shane sounded utterly wrecked, and they'd only barely started. Well, Ilya had only barely started. He moaned against Shane's mouth, pulling back slightly only to push in again. It felt, Ilya realized, like coming home. 'Home' had always been a complicated concept. Russia hadn't felt like home in years. His father's house never had. Boston had been where he lived for almost a decade, but even that didn't quite feel like home. This, though, being with Shane - being inside Shane - it felt so right. So perfect. Shane and hockey had been the only constants in Ilya's life, but Ilya knew in this moment that if he had to choose between them, he would choose Shane.
The rhythm Ilya set wasn't particularly fast, but each thrust was deep and intentional. Testing the waters, he nudged his cock against Shane's prostate, knowing he'd be overstimulated by the contact. From the way his cock was starting to fill out again, he was very much not complaining.
“Fuck!” Shane groaned, already completely gone just from a few thrusts. Ilya felt so perfect, had filled a hole in Shane's heart that had bothered him for so many years. He couldn’t believe it had taken this long to figure it out, this long to finally be able to be happy like this- but now that Shane had it, he wasn’t planning on letting go.
“Ilya, fuck, oh, fuck,” Shane repeated, unable to formulate any other words, unable to think beyond the slow drag of Ilya’s cock inside him. He pulled the other man down for a clumsy kiss, already panting softly as zings of pleasure travelled up and down his spine.
Perfect. Everything about what was happening right now was perfect, from the way Shane kissed him to the way he squeezed around Ilya's cock, encouraging him to keep thrusting. "Fuck, Shane!" It would never get old, saying his name. Knowing that he was allowed. That Shane wanted it. Glancing down between them, he was pleased to find Shane's cock only getting harder.
"Look at you," he said with a smile that wasn't quite a smirk. "Going to come a second time on my cock. Remember-" A gasp escaped Ilya as he rolled his hips. Fuck, he really wasn't going to last long. "Remember how I made you come hands free that first time?" Ilya didn't think he'd ever forget, the image seared in his brain. "Think you can do it again?"
Shane was overwhelmed in the best way. Ilya took care of him so well, his hands oddly gentle on Shane’s thighs and hips as they moved together. All Shane could think about was the man between his legs, the man he loved (it still gave him a thrill even thinking that word, knowing that Ilya finally knew). But then Ilya suggested that Shane cum untouched, and Shane let out a groan. Fuck, the man was a menace, pushing and pushing to see how far Shane would go. He was a bastard in the best way possible.
“Fuck- don’t know,” he said, earnest as ever. He wanted to, but being the second time around, he may need some more help to get there. He wanted to, though, wanted to make Ilya proud. He leaned up, tugging Ilya down to meet his lips for another kiss as he gasped, clenching around Ilya’s cock as the man nailed his prostate.
So perfect, his Shane. Always trying his best. That was all Ilya could ask for, really. Pushing him as far as he could go was fun, but Ilya was always careful not to punish him if he couldn't succeed. There were enough pressures in their daily life that Shane didn't need another one. Besides, rewards were a much better motivator. Ilya nibbled at Shane's bottom lip, biting just hard enough to sting before immediately soothing it with his tongue. It was amazing, being able to do this and not worrying about who might see any evidence of their time together. He could leave marks, at least for the next few days.
"How about this," Ilya said, his voice strained as he tried to control himself. "I'm going to fuck you until I come, and I want you to try to come before I do. But if you can't, I'm going to suck you off with my fingers inside you. Yes?" Regardless of what happened, Shane would get his reward.
"Fuck," Shane groaned, unable to stay still as Ilya continued to thrust into him, every movement torturously dragging along his prostate. Ilya talked so filthy, it should be illegal- every word had Shane nearly on the verge of going crazy. He wanted to be good so bad, wanted to impress the other man, and it wasn't hard to do what Ilya asked of him when he gave such wonderful encouragement.
"Yeah, yes, please Ilya, more, please," he begged breathlessly. All coordination and sense had left Shane's brain, and all he could do was take it as Ilya continued to thrust inside him. For a moment, Shane wondered what it would feel like to have Ilya inside him without a barrier, filling him up bare, Ilya's cum dripping out of him when he pulled out- and the thought alone was so embarrassing and arousing that Shane went red, pulling Ilya down to kiss him just to cover it up.
There was some flicker of something in Shane's expression, but before Ilya could really get a glimpse of it, he was brought in for a kiss. Ilya went willingly, one hand lightly holding Shane's jaw the way they both seemed to love. He'd never been with anyone who enjoyed that as much as Shane. The sheer amount of trust that Shane placed in him, and had from the beginning, was absolutely intoxicating. He gripped Shane's hip with his free hand, fingers digging in hard enough that they would leave marks. For once, Ilya didn't have to worry about that. The thought only made him press harder, wanting to leave bruises behind. Proof that he had been inside Shane Hollander. That he'd been the one to bring him pleasure. That this was really happening.
Ilya tried, he really did, to keep things slow, thinking that was the best way to make Shane come again, but his resolve was only so strong. He snapped his hips forward, groaning against Shane's mouth. "Fuuuuck, you feel so fucking good."
Shane was losing his mind with how purposefully Ilya was moving. All he could feel was pleasure, his mind empty as he let out these little sounds, still so reserved in his noises from years of practice. “Fuck, wish I could feel you- fuck, cum inside,” Shane moaned without thinking, his brain disconnected from his mouth and his cock firmly in charge. The sheer filth and intimacy of it, being together with no barriers, appealed to him on an animal level. His nails dug in slightly to Ilya’s shoulder, his cock leaking steadily onto his tummy as he rocked up towards the headboard.
Ilya's eyes widened at the admission, and his rhythm faltered. They hadn't talked about it before. Ilya was meticulous about being tested - protection or no, things could still happen - but he had never wanted to presume. To know that Shane wanted that, at least on some level, it was nearly enough to make him come on the spot. Somehow, he managed to keep himself in check, though he dropped his forehead to Shane's, letting it rest there as he breathed heavily.
"You want that, huh? Want me to fill you up? Come inside you so you can feel what you do to me?" He'd mark Shane in every way. Hell, maybe even plug him so he could keep a part of Ilya with him all day. His fingernails left crescents in the skin of Shane's hip as he tried to steady himself. At this rate, Shane was going to come in his mouth, rather than on his cock.
Shane clenched around Ilya’s cock, his eyes hazy as he looked up at the other man. His cheeks were red with embarrassment and a bit of shame that always accompanied asking for what he wanted. Ilya had stopped moving, maybe he didn’t want that? They hadn’t had conversations about testing, but they had blown each other plenty without condoms, and there were many ways for STIs to spread- fuck, he was getting in his own head, eyes searching Ilya’s for some kind of answer.
“I mean, uh, maybe?” He said, voice cracking with uncertainty. “This is good, though, you feel good, keep going, please,” he continued. Anything to make sure this didn’t end.
After so many years learning every one of Shane's expressions, every slight change in intonation, Ilya had gotten very good at reading his boyfriend. Which was how he knew that something had shifted. Where there had been desperation, there was now doubt. And that wouldn't do at all.
"I'm going to keep going," he assured, knowing Shane would need that first. Then he kissed the corner of Shane's mouth, then his chin, his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, never once slowing his thrusts. "You would look so good with my cum dripping out of you," Ilya growled, finally returning to capture Shane's lips. "And I would use my fingers to push it back in. Would you like that?"
A shiver ran down Shane’s spines as he registered Ilya’s words, a shaky little moan escaping unbidden. Ilya was so good at making sure he felt safe, taken care of- they’d grown so much since they started doing this so many years ago.
“Fuck, yes, oh fuck, wanna feel you, wanna be yours,” Shane gasped out. He could feel another orgasm approaching, prickling at the base of his spine, making his toes curl. Maybe he shouldn’t be admitting that so readily, but they’d promised to be honest with each other, honest with how they felt about one another. Shane wanted to be as close to Ilya as possible, and it didn’t feel right to hide it.
There it was again, that raw earnestness that made Ilya's chest ache. It caught him off guard sometimes, stealing his breath. This time was no different. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and tugged at Shane's hips, practically folding him in half as he thrust hard, a ragged moan pulled from deep inside him. It was so close to being the perfect moment. The only thing that would have made it better was if he really weren't wearing a condom. For a split second, he thought about asking - begging - if he could take it off. But this wasn't the kind of thing that should be decided when both parties were minutes away from orgasm. Next time. Next time they'd have the talk and then he could give Shane every part of him.
"You already are mine, solnyshko." To prove his point, Ilya nipped at Shane's jaw.
“Fuck, Ilya, fuck, fuck-!” Shane’s orgasm snuck up on him like a bolt of lightning, and he was pretty sure he blacked out with the intensity of cumming a second time in half an hour, and hands-free at that. He heard a loud keening sound, and dimly realized it was coming from himself as his senses were completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, his body clenching around Ilya as he cried out his boyfriend’s name.
The force of Shane's orgasm took Ilya by surprise. For someone who'd been so uncertain whether he could come untouched, he'd found his release surprisingly quickly. It was one of the hottest things Ilya had ever seen. His hips faltered, and he leaned down to bite Shane's shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried not to come on the spot. Even then, Ilya only lasted a few more thrusts before he buried himself inside Shane, his orgasm slamming into him. Just for a moment, he imagined himself filling Shane's ass, without the barrier of a condom.
"Fuck, Shane," he shouted, his forehead dropping to Shane's shoulder.
Shane was nearly blacked out from the force of his orgasm. Eyes closed, panting, cheeks softly flushed with exertion as he lay boneless on the bed. He didn’t even notice Ilya pull out, only letting out a whimper as his thighs fell to the bed the moment that Ilya wasn’t there to support them. He was floating, a haze filling his mind as he sunk into the feeling.
It took tremendous effort for Ilya to pull out, but he forced himself to and pulled the condom off. Tying the end, he dropped it in the trash can and came back to bed immediately after, spooning up against Shane. "So good, myshonok," he mumbled, pulling Shane over onto his chest. Ilya wasn't sure where the nickname came from. Shane probably wouldn't enjoy being called a little mouse. But it just seemed right. "I've got you. My good boy."
Shane’s ears were still ringing after such an intense fuck, and all he could do was nuzzle into the strong presence beside him. He felt so good, he couldn’t possibly think, he could only feel. He managed to press one soft kiss to Ilya’s chest, slowly letting his breathing return to normal and the rest of the world fade back in.
The entire time Shane came down, Ilya never stopped talking, stroking along Shane's back and sides, whispering praises in both English and Russian. He'd always been an attentive lover, no matter who he was with, but it was different with Shane. In many ways, it had been from the beginning. How could he have ever actually thought he could keep this casual?
Some time later- it could have been 2 minutes, or an hour, Shane couldn’t know- he finally spoke. “Jesus, Ilya, your cock should be registered as a weapon. Think you fucked me dumb for a bit there,” he chuckled, voice a bit raspy from crying out. He pressed a soft kiss to Ilya’s throat, finding Ilya’s hand to hold, just for the physical connection.
Ilya laced their fingers together and pressed a tender kiss to Shane's hair, chuckling softly at the joke. Belatedly, Ilya realized he should have grabbed a bottle of water before they got started. Something to give to Shane so he could stay hydrated. Instead of moving, though, he laced his fingers with Shane's. "I told you you could do it," he said, only a little smugly.
“Fuck off,” Shane said without any real heat, laughing a little. “Fuck, I think I need a nap. My brain feels sluggish.” He was so sleepy following that mindblowing sex, the stress of the day catching up with him now that adrenaline wasn’t keeping him going. He pressed another soft kiss to Ilya’s pec, barely moving his head. “What time is it?” He was very aware of his parents impending visit, a more formal introduction to his boyfriend. He was thankfully too exhausted for the nerves to be kicking in yet.
Ilya glanced over at the clock. They had more time than he thought they would have. It seemed like they'd been having sex for well over an hour. "Your parents will be here in an hour and a half," he said. "So you should sleep while you can." Shane looked exhausted, and Ilya didn't blame him. It had been such an emotional day, and it was hard to believe it wasn't even over. They still had dinner. A whole evening with Shane's parents. Ilya was still surprised (and a little nervous) about how easily they had accepted him into their family. He wanted to make a good impression. And exhausting their son with sex probably wasn't the best way to do that.
"You need water," he said quietly. "And then a nap." Ilya made to get up, to get Ilya some water and provide for his boyfriend.
“Mm, no, can’t leave,” Shane mumbled, tightening his arm around Ilya’s waist. Maybe if he were more coherent, he’d be more hesitant, less freely clingy. But at this moment, after what they’d shared together, Shane couldn’t imagine being separated from Ilya. “I’d be without a pillow.” Which of course was a ridiculous statement, given how many pillows the interior designer had purchased for him, but Shane only wanted one pillow, and that was his boyfriend’s chest.
The need to provide Shane with water warred with the need to make sure he wasn't left alone, and Ilya pressed his lips in a line as he glanced to the door and back to Shane. It was true, though. Ilya couldn't leave. Not after they'd finished only a few minutes ago, and especially not after he'd wrung that second orgasm out of Shane. "Okay," he murmured, stroking his boyfriend's hair. "I'll stay. Close your eyes." They could get water later. And a bath. Shane would be uncomfortable if they left that too long. He never did like feeling dirty.
Shane let out a contented sigh, relaxing half on top of Ilya. He wasn’t going to actually sleep, but he did need some rest, and Ilya’s hands were so soothing in his hair, his arms so strong around Shane’s body. A feeling of safety enveloped Shane, and he fell into a restful doze, just listening to Ilya’s heartbeat and the sound of cicadas outside.