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Ilya couldn’t sleep. He looked at the clock 2:23. He had been trying and failing to sleep for hours. He looked over and saw Shane slack jawed, quietly snoring. The breath in and out was audible, but not reverberating, a comfortable in-out pace that Ilya often used to match to his breath when he couldn’t sleep, however today it wasn’t working. He settled back to his pillow and joined Shane’s cadence again, only to be shaken out of the pattern by a whiney “mmmmhmmmm Ilyaaaaaa” coming from his husband. Ilya turned to his side, and lifted himself up on his elbow to see if Shane was still asleep. He was. But his dream had now crept into Ilya’s ears, and so now, Ilya had plans. He looked down at Shane’s torso, the end of the blanket resting above the waistband of his boxers. He slowly peeled back the blanket to uncover what he had hoped he’d find, Shane’s hard cock alert and needy. Shane continued mumbling, not much made sense except his tone. His tone was horny, and Ilya knew he had to help Shane. He reached down to wrap his hand around his cock over his boxers, and Shane bucked up into the touch, making Ilya laugh. Even in his sleep he is so needy. Ilya pulled Shane’s boxer waistband out from his skin and let his hard cock bounce out. Ilya just stared at it with a longing look of appreciation. Shane had given him blanket consent for sex anytime, and he quietly thanked his husband for doing so, because he knew he couldn’t keep listening to Shane’s dreamy moans and not touch him. Before Ilya could let the shame of it take over, he spit on his hand and started stroking Shane’s length, while using his other hand to rub soft circles on his nipples. Surely Shane would wake up at the touch, but as far as Ilya could tell, Shane remained in his dream state, flushed and whimpering, his body reacting from a biological need while his brain sent him the fantasy. “Lucaaaaaa” he moaned.
Oh. That surprised Ilya. He was dreaming about both Ilya and Luca? This only made Ilya harder and much more in need of helping Shane, and he dove for Shane’s cock with an open dripping mouth, the saliva a direct reaction to Shane’s Luca fantasy. Ilya began slurping and bobbing on Shane’s cock, and got lost in his desire until he felt Shane’s hand in his curls
Shane gasped, “Ilya. Wow. Oh my god”. Ilyas eyes snapped open and he popped off, looking up at a now barely awake, but awake enough Shane.
“You were dreaming of me and Haas, huh moya lyubov?” He kept his hand on Shane’s cock, maintaining an excruciating light grip and nothing else.
“Wha….what?” Shane wasn’t sure if he was really awake at the moment.
“I heard you. First you say my name then Luca. You were dreaming of us with you, yes?”
“I…..I’m sorry.”
“No. No sorry. Is hot. Tell me everything” Ilya started slowly stroking Shane again
“Ugh. We were in the showers after a game. Just us 3. You states jerking off like you did after our ccm shoot. Luca started too. I just watched.”
Hmmmm ilya hummed. This was not enough detail but he’d forgive Shane because he just woke up.
“Go on.”
“And, then you both dropped to your knees. Luca behind me eating my ass, you in front sucking my cock.”
“Hollander. You slut.”
“Shut up, it was just a dream.”
“No, I will not shut up. I need you to come thinking about that. You like Haas licking you while I sucked your cock?”
“Ugh ye….yes.”
Ilya spat on Shane’s vock, and used the spit to rub up and down his length.
“Did you want to touch Luca’s cock, moya lyubov?”
“Mmmm yes. Wanted so bad.”
“Tell me what you would do to him.”
Shane was struggling to concentrate on words, as Ilya's rhythm of his hand quickened to match his own impatience of want to hear more.
“Ugh. FUCK. Aaghhh I would get it so wet in my mouth. I would lick up and down and take him so….nnnnghhhh…fuck….take him so deep in my throat.”
“Yes Shane you will let him fuck your mouth because you’re a slut aren’t you?”
“Fuck. Yes. Ilya. Don’t stop I’m going to come”
“You’re going to come thinking about Haas eating your ass and then you sucking his big cock, da?”
“Yes fuck please Ilya don’t stop”
Ilya didn’t stop, he jerked until Shane’s spend covered his fist and dropped down through the cracks between his fingers. He held out his hand to Shane’s mouth who lapped up his cum with a lazy appreciation. And he was back to sleep quickly, satiated and limp. Ilya laughed and snuggled up, tired finally himself.