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Okay, fine. Shane was nervous. He’s never had a hookup before, and all he has done with his girlfriend is kissing.
He didn’t know what to say, what to do, or what to where, especially when it came to Ilya Rozanov. The only outfits that they’ve seen each other in were their coats and jeans when they first met, their uniforms, and their plain tees and trousers they put on after jerking off in the shower together. What was Rozanov gonna wear?
Shane didn’t want to do too much or too little, so he threw on a suit.
He fixed his tie in the mirror, brushing his hair out of his face. His hand lingered in his hair for a second, before he pulled it out and audibly said, “What the fuck am I doing?!”
Shane Hollander was putting on formal attire to have sex with his arch rival. That’s what he was doing.
This is fucking stupid, he thought, and started loosening the tie.
And then he heard a knock on the door.
Shane’s blood ran cool. It was Rozanov.
Shit shit shit—No, no! This was all fine! Shane had ironed and put on this suit for him to show that he’s excited and ready.
He stared wide-eyed at himself, swallowing thickly as the second round of knocks pounded on the door.
Shane rushed to the door. It was too late for him to take off this suit and throw on god-knows-what before Rozanov would think he got the wrong address.
He faced his fears and bravely opened the door. “Fucking finally—“ Rozanov looked up from his phone, his eyes widening.
Shane smiled stupidly for a split second, feeling more self-conscious than he had ever been in his entire life. “Hey—hi.”
Rozanov blinked at him, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “You put on a suit?”
“Um. Yeah?” Shane took a step back so Rozanov could walk in.
“Wow,” Rozanov smirked a little, slipping off his shoes and closing the door behind him. “All that effort on your outfit, just for me to take it off.”
“Fuck off.” Shane whispered, before being circled by Rozanov, a hawk and his prey. He was pressed against the door, Rozanov’s lips suddenly on him. His breath hitched, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands.
Rozanov’s were curling into his hair, snaking through and sending tingles down his spine. “Fuck,” He whispered, almost inaudibly, but Shane could hear it.
He sighed into the kiss, tilting his head so he could get more.
“It looks good on you.” Rozanov said once they detached. “You look pretty.” His tongue rolled over the r’s, making Shane’s heart stutter.
“You look pretty too.”
“I’m not the one wearing a suit.” Rozanov bounced his eyebrows, pulling his hands down from his hair to caress Shane’s cheek.
It was their same argument from earlier. You’re also wearing makeup, Shane remembered. He felt the corners of his lips curl up.
“Well, we are on a time..”
“Crunch.”
“Yes, time crunch. So go lay down for me.” Rozanov gripped his tie before he could walk, keeping the leash around him. “But leave this on.”
Shane swallowed and nodded. He unbuttoned his pants and a few of the buttons on his shirt, but left the entire suit on.
Rozanov followed him, peeling off article upon article of clothing as he walked up to the bed, leaving evidence of his trail.
“You look so pretty in your little suit.” Rozanov purred, climbing over him. “All for me.” It sounded like he was going to devour him, and he was (metaphorically).
“Fuck off.” Shane spat, despite letting himself get pinned down. Rozanov ripped open his shirt, revealing his tanned, freckly chest. Shane hiccuped at the action.
Rozanov grinned down at him, pressing their lips together again as he let his hands scatter, untucking his shirt from his dress-pants. “Fuck…”
“Mmnn.” Shane moaned as he felt Rozanov’s knee rubbing at the tent in his pants. “Take my clothes off any slower, fuck.”
“I’m in the process of worshipping your body. There’s no such thing as slow—-this is right pace.”
Shane argued, but he went silent as Rozanov pressed open mouth kisses along his chest, which was covered in hickeys within a few minutes. He was left panting, his arms crossed over his face.
He was stripped of his pants and Rozanov immediately pushed Shane’s knees to his chest, testing his stretch. “Fuck, how are you so flexible?”
Shane scoffed, chuckling. “The power of yoga.”
Rozanov laughed too, leaning down to kiss Shane’s cheek. “Leave these up for me.” He let go of his legs, moving his hands down towards Shane’s clothed crotch. “Can I take these off?”
Shane nodded, before realizing the Russian wanted a verbal answer. “Yes.” He whispered.
Rozanov did as he asked, digging his hand under the waist band of his boxers and pulling them off. Shane opened his mouth to say something, but he was quickly shut down when Rozanov had pressed his mouth against his asshole. “Ah! Fuck, Rozanov!”
He chuckled, flicking his tongue out over the rim of Shane’s pink. His breathing faltered, and his moans got louder as Rozanov’s tongue sunk deeper.
“Oh my god..” He whispered, his knees starting to fall from his chest. Rozanov reached his hands up from where they were spreading Shane’s ass cheeks, and supported his legs instead. “Fuck..”
He pushed his legs up further, stooping down lower. Feeling the man suckling on his hole was so insane for Shane, his whole body freaking out on the inside.
“Roz—“ He let out a groan when the Russian came back up, licking around his lips.
“Yes? You like it?”
“Yeah, fuck.” Shane rubbed his belly, soothing it after all the cramping it was doing.
“So perfect.” Rozanov leaned forward and kissed him. “Am I fucking you tonight?”
“Yes.” Shane whispered, wrapping his hand around his cock. He was so close, he was almost scared that the second Rozanov entered into him he would climax.
He knew Rozanov needed to prepare him more, so he let his legs rest while the other man retrieved the tools he’d need.
The Russian came back with lube in one hand, condoms in the other. He smirked as Shane immediately sent his legs back in the air.
“So excited for me.” Shane’s hole fluttered at that.
“Asshole.”
Rozanov climbed back on the bed, supporting one of Shane’s legs as he sent two fingers inside. He was a little bit stretched from Rozanov’s tongue, but not a lot.
“Mmnn..” Shane whimpered, wincing at the intrusion. Fuck, it was so good. “So good..” He announced it.
“Oh I know so, my baby.” Rozanov grinned, his eyes on his fingers, making sure he was doing everything right. Shane’s dick twitched at each curve and bend of his fingers, each slide.
Rozanov’s fingers kept going, and Shane felt himself etching closer to the edge. “Fhh…fuck, I-I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck—fuck!!”
He tugged his fingers out, despite Shane’s greedy hole trying to suck him back in.
“No no!” He chased Rozanov’s fingers, looking panicked and teary-eyed. “I was gonna—“ He was cut off by Rozanov tugging the tie around his neck, choking him slightly.
“Shhh, not yet.” Rozanov licked his fingers off and gave Shane coddling kisses. “It’s okay. You will still get to cum tonight.”
Shane panted, nodding desperately. “Put the condom on and get inside me.”
“Fuck. So demanding.” Rozanov complained happily, biting his lip. “So perfect.”
He did as Shane demanded, massaging his tired legs as he slotted himself against his hole. “Ready?”
“Yes, fuck! Please, Rozanov, put—“ He was cut off by his own moans as Rozanov thrusted sharply into him after the confirmation.
“Ohh, fuck..” Rozanov groaned, his legs trembling already. Shane choked out a whine, gasping for air.
“Shiitt..” He rolled his eyes back into place. He stared down at Rozanov, who started moving. “Holy shit, Rozanov.”
“Hollander..” He whined, “Oh, Hollander.”
“Mmnn…”
“I know..” He whispered, picking up speed. “Can barely speak, can you?”
“Rozanov..!” He furrowed his brows, nearing his climax. “Fuck!—“
Rozanov went faster at that, knowing he was close. He tightened his grip on the tie, pulling more. Shane’s cock jumped on his belly with each thrust, twitching as he held back from releasing.
“Please please, I’m so close, I—“
“I know—fuck! Me too, me too, Hollander!” Rozanov slowed down, his humps going stupid and uncoordinated. The sudden change in speed pushed Shane all the way, and he orgasmed all over the two of them. His ass hole gave a tight squeeze around Rozanov’s cock, pushing him to the edge too.
Shane made sounds that he couldn’t hear through the ringing of his ears.
A few seconds later, Shane had his face pressed against Rozanov’s bulky arm, panting moisture onto his skin.
“Fuck, Hollander. I am dead.”
Shane grunted in response , his body still shaking. Rozanov snorted, and fixed where Shane was lying. “Well, I should probably go.”
He peeled his eyes open to peer at the golden curls atop Rozanov’s head. Don’t go. “Okay.”
“See you next season.” Rozanov muttered after getting all his clothes on. “I’d like to see you in a suit more often.” He winked, and Shane smirked at him.
“Asshole.” Rozanov started to walk away, but the motion of Shane sitting up stopped him. “Um. You’re not going to… tell anyone, are you?”
Rozanov looked at him like the answer was obvious. “Hollander, I’m going to tell everybody.” He paused, “Of course I won’t. I don’t want to expose myself in the..”
“long run?”
“I think, yes.” Rozanov whispered. “So.” He shrugged, and Shane nodded. Rozanov smiled softly at him before saying, “Goodbye, Hollander.”
“Bye, Rozanov.”