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Shane shifted just a little on his knees. Thirty-five year old knees were in need of care and he reasoned that the pillow on the floor was a good support. But he had been kneeling, palms gently sliding up and down Ilya’s thighs as he held his cock in his mouth, for a solid half hour.
Above him, balls heavy and cock jerking every so often in the tight, wet heat of Shane’s dirty, beautiful mouth, Ilya scrolled TikTok. In all actuality, he wasn’t focused on a damn thing on that app. He was so fucking close to coming just from Shane’s submissive posture and eagerness to be a good cock warmer.
The open patio door at the cottage sent in a warm breeze that ruffled his curls. Shane shivered and gripped Ilya’s thighs in answer.
Ilya swiped out of his open apps and looked down. Shane was gazing up at him with glassy, fucked out eyes, wide and warm. His jaw must be aching. But he only moaned every now and then to show his pleasure. Saliva leaked from the corners of his lips and down his chin and neck to coat his chest, too.
“One more minute,” Ilya told him. “We are on minute thirty-four.”
Shane nodded obediently. He wanted to touch his cock so badly. He had his largest plug in and every shift for his own comfort, an allowance from Ilya, also shifted it to touch his prostate in different ways.
The timer went off and Ilya silenced it. “Good job, Shane. You are so good to me. Thank you.”
But Shane stayed put. He knew better than to move unless told. That was the scene today and he would honor it. After all, Ilya only turned thirty-five once.
“Stand up. Be gentle, okay?” Ilya instructed.
He had to grip the soaked base of his cock to keep himself from coming at the sight of Shane sliding back and sitting on his haunches. He rubbed his jaw first and then rolled his neck. He took his time standing. And, perhaps, Shane flaunted a little by bending at the waist in front of Ilya to flash the pretty purple base of this particular plug as he stretched his hamstrings.
“Bend over the couch,” Ilya grit out. He needed to fuck. Now.
Shane did as he was told, draping himself over the arm of the couch and widening his stance.
Suddenly the plug clattered to the wood floor and Ilya’s saliva-and-lube-slick cock was inside him, thrusting hard and fast.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Shane whimpered, gripping the cushions and arching his back. “That’s so fucking good. I’m-I’m-I’m not gonna last.”
“Come first. I want to fuck you during it.”
Shane could only moan in response. He reached down to fist himself furiously. He only managed a few frantic strokes before he was coming hard and his ass clenched around Ilya’s cock inside him.
Ilya fucked Shane despite the tightness. It was selfish, but he fucking loved feeling Shane’s body beg for more, even as his mouth cried out.
He pushed Shane’s head down into the couch and fucked him even harder. The couch budged an inch or so with each wild thrust.
Shane sobbed out, “Ilya,” as his husband’s cock jerked his release deep inside him.
Ilya pulled out almost immediately and instead fucked Shane open with two fingers, playing with his cum inside his husband’s ass.
“Oh my god, holy shit,” Shane whined. His hips rolled back into the sensation.
“Good little slut. Letting me play with your used hole. So dirty,” Ilya purred. He rubbed his softening cock against Shane’s crack.
When he took his fingers back out, he moaned as he lapped his cum off. “Want a taste?”
Shane nodded eagerly. “You know I do. Please, Ilya, please.”
Ilya obliged. He fucked Shane again with his same two fingers. When he slid back out, he swiped more cum over his long digits. He fed them to Shane and it was his turn to keen quietly as he watched his husband greedily lick his cum from his hand.
“Come here.” Ilya helped Shane stand back up and held him close, cheek resting on his hair. “That was such a good birthday morning. Thank you.”
Shane smiled against Ilya’s chest. “I have a surprise for you later, too. More birthday gifts.”
Ilya reached down to palm Shane’s cheek, kneading the thick flesh. “Mmm, I cannot wait.”