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Posing all day on set shouldn't have been so tiring.
All Ilya had to do was change suits a few times, stand around, and look handsome. Which, to be honest, he’d been doing his whole adult life.
Shoots for different sponsorships had been a constant throughout his career too. Shane probably booked more gigs, but he also did boring things like razors or sports equipment. Only fashion jobs interested Ilya these days, so he’d jumped at the chance to shoot a new formalwear collection and at the insistence of the designer, kept the last look of the day—a bronze toned suit, to drive home in. He pulled into the driveway of their Ottawa home and was surprised to see the house in darkness.
The outdoor lights were on, but not a single light glowed in any of the windows. He might tease Shane about being boring, but even by his husband’s standards nine o’clock was a little early to be turning in for the night. He parked the Porsche alongside their more sensible SUV, turned the car off, and opened the door. He was actually a little disappointed Shane was in bed. He’d wanted to show off his suit for him. Ilya let out a little sigh and got out of the car. I guess I can show him in bed.
Ilya trotted across the drive, up the steps, and opened the door, slipping inside quietly. No sense waking Shane if he was already tucked up in bed. The house was dark when he got inside, but there was music playing somewhere. Ilya couldn’t identify the song, but he did work out the music was coming up the stairs from the basement gym. Sometimes their Sonos had a mind of its own and would start playing music without warning. The only thing to do was go and turn it off at the source.
Ilya put his keys on the side and shimmied out of his shoes, then walked to the stairway, bouncing down the stairs.
It had been dark upstairs, but the strip lights he’d installed in the gym were on, oscillating through neon greens, blue, oranges and pinks, adding low interrupted light to the space. Ilya stopped as he got to the bottom step, confused by the scene in front of him.
Someone had dragged one of their beanbags right to the middle of the padded gym floor. A side table was arranged beside it, with a bottle of Ilya’s favourite Russian vodka chilling in an ice bucket, and a tumbler put beside it too. The thing that really caught Ilya’s attention was a pole, jutting up towards the ceiling at the far end of the gym from him. More strikingly still, Shane was leaning against it, dressed in a silky black kimono belted tightly across his waist.
Shane smiled at his husband dangerously.
“Surprised Rozanov?”
Shane’s smile turned predatory. He knew exactly what using Ilya’s surname did to his husband.
Ilya raised his eyebrows, “Shane, what’s going on?”
“My name isn’t Shane. I’m Lucky. Have a seat.” Shane nodded to the beanbag, staying where he was leaning casually against the pole.
After a moment, Ilya did as he was told and crossed to the beanbag, flopping down into its welcome embrace.
“Nice suit sir, come to Sin City often?” Shane brought a hand up to the pole and walked round it once, then settled straight on to Ilya, back against the pole.
Ilya crossed one leg over the other. Whatever Shane had planned, he was intrigued to find out.
Shane fixed his dark eyes on Ilya’s below him. He could tell Ilya was a little lost, so he broke character to throw him a bone.
“Do you remember our night in Vegas?”
How could Ilya forget?
“You put on a show for me.” Ilya volunteered, risking a smirk he knew would make Shane’s heart thump in his chest.
“I did, didn't I?” Shane walked back round the pole, running his hand up and down its length playfully. “You liked it if I remember?”
“A lot.” Ilya affirmed.
“Well, get ready for another one. This is a top Vegas strip club,” Shane used his free hand to gesture to the room around them, “and you’ve got a private dance with Lucky. I’m expensive, but I think I’m worth it.”
“Oh, really?” Ilya fought to keep from betraying too much excitement in his voice. He sensed it was better to play it cool in front of whatever sex demon had possessed his husband.
“Mmm hmm,” Shane licked his lips, “you’ll get your money’s worth.” He grasped hold of the pole and in a single effortless movement swung his whole body round it, rotating a few times.
Ilya was momentarily mesmerised by the spectacle. It was possible he’d never seen Shane look at once so elegant…and so alluring. Despite his bulky hockey body, Shane was graceful up there.
“So Lucky, are you one of the most popular boys in the bar?”
Shane chuckled, “I haven’t had any complaints.”
“I think I can see why.” Ilya deduced, looking Shane up and down as he continued to spin. After another circuit, Shane dismounted easily and propped one shoulder against the pole.
His lips twitched into a devious smirk.
“You want a drink before we get started? They told me it’s your favourite.”
Shane stepped off the platform and crossed the floor to Ilya. He bent down, brought their lips together and sank into his lips for a hungry kiss. Shane laughed into Ilya’s mouth. He’d got his husband worked up alright.
He pulled away and took the cap off the vodka, pouring out a large measure for Ilya. Shane fished a couple ice cubes out of the ice bucket, but Ilya placed a commanding hand on his wrist. He’d stood to join Shane now.
“It’s cold enough. Perfect temperature,” Ilya praised, “just the way I like it.”
“My job is to make sure it’s a perfect night for you Mr Rozanov.” Shane handed the glass over and kissed Ilya again, letting Ilya bring a hand up to cup his face and deepen the contact further. Before Ilya could get carried away, Shane backed off and returned to the pole. He watched Ilya take a deep gulp of the vodka.
In the blink of an eye they were back in that hotel room. Ilya didn’t have a shirt on under the jacket and, like the night in Vegas, Shane could see the shock of chest hair dusted over Ilya’s pecs, teased beneath the bronze suit fabric. Ilya took another gulp and his eyes were suddenly blazing, piercing straight into Shane’s. Shane felt his cock twitch with the attention.
“You’ve done a good job so far Lucky,” Ilya promised him, flashing a quick smile, “I think I’m ready to see you dance for me now.”
“Take a seat then.” Shane gestured to the beanbag and Ilya sank back down again. Shane crossed the gym to where he’d left his phone on the floor and skipped the song, shifting the playlist along to something slower and more sultry, then returned to his stage. He untied the kimono, tossing it away, revealing a pair of tight black briefs. They hugged his ass tightly, outlining his hard cheeks and framed his semi-hard cock exquisitely in the front.
As the beat kicked in, Shane brought both hands back to the pole and lifted himself up, swinging around as before. Then he shifted position, stretching his arms out and extending his legs out clear beside him. After a few turns, confident in hold, he removed the other arm, taking his whole weight on a single arm. To Ilya it was as impressive as it was arousing. His beautiful, strong, talented husband on display for him.
Bringing his legs in, Shane brought them round the pole and shimmied up to the high end, his head almost grazing the ceiling above them. Then, ankles locked together, he let go with his hands and extended back down towards the floor. Rotating Shane extended the long handsome lines of his body downwards. He stretched his arms further, beyond his head, and brought his hands together. Shane’s entire body was pulled taut with exertion, but none of it showed on his sublime face. Instead, Shane was grinning delightedly.
He might play shy, but Ilya knew his husband loved to show off too.
“Nice tricks Lucky.” Ilya teased, enjoying the burn as he finished the vodka. He poured a second glass out, keeping an eye on Shane hung above him.
Shane had more up his sleeve. He brought his left arm back to the pole and pulled his body close to it, stretching the entire length of the pole. He hooked his foot round the top of the pole for further purchase, then threw his right leg out behind him. Back arched again, the position showed off a deceptive delicateness, as though Shane was barely trying to hold himself up in the air.
Ilya gave Shane a slow clap as he dismounted.
“Mr Acrobat. Mr Ballet Dancer. Will you be Mr Stripper for me now also?”
Shane’s favourite crooked grin was plastered over Ilya’s face. His husband was baiting him and Shane was happy to give in to the ploy. The playlist changed to a faster tempo and Shane brought a hand up above him on the pole, then pressed his crotch against it. Gyrating round it, Shane made a show of rubbing himself up and down the length of the pole, ensuring—as he passed Ilya, that he thrust his ass out—showing him exactly what he’d get his hands on later.
“Shows all for you sir,” Shane called as he turned around, putting the pole parallel to his spine, and lowered himself down low against it, “wanna be your bad little whore tonight.”
Ilya’s eyes traced Shane as he ground his ass against the pole.
“My perfect little whore,” Ilya called out, voice dripping with lust, “they still call you ‘golden boy’, but I think you prefer to be a little bad, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.” Shane growled, eyes growing needier.
“You can lose these now," Ilya slipped his fingers inside of the waistband of Shane's briefs, pulled and then let the material snap back against his hips, "unless you’re planning any more acrobatics?”
Shane took the hint and slipped out of them, shimmying his underwear down with his hands, and then tossed them aside with a flick of his foot. The metal of the pole was cold between his cheeks and Shane shivered as he leaned back against it. His cock was hard enough to point straight out ahead of him at Ilya. Now Ilya licked his lips.
“Keep moving.” Ilya ordered, sipping his drink contemplatively.
Shane did as he was told, tracing a short circuit of the pole, letting Ilya drink in the sight of him naked in front of him. Ilya’s eyes flicked up and down Shane’s body. From his broad shoulders, tracing a line down his back, to his perfect peachy cheeks, hard from hours in the gym, but soft enough too to be divinely clappable when Ilya wanted a piece of them. He could sink his teeth into one of the cheeks right now, but he was still getting off on Shane’s performance.
Ilya took a big gulp of vodka, letting it race down his throat, then waited for Shane to come round the pole. As Shane revolved to face him, Ilya sprang to his feet, crossed to the platform in a few strides, stepped up, and caught Shane’s hands on the pole, pinning them in place above them. Ilya caught Shane’s bottom lip between his teeth hard, then pushed his tongue through into his mouth and with his free hand he found Shane’s growing erection .
“Been such a good little whore for me Lucky.” Ilya hissed in Shane’s ear, teasing Shane’s cock with soft, slow motions.
Even after all these years he knew to be careful with Shane, in case he got too excited, and with the heat of the role play, Shane already had drips of precum oozing out of his tip.
“How do you want to be rewarded for it sweetheart?”
Shane’s dark eyes looked up at Ilya. The mischief from earlier had melted away, leaving behind pure need and longing for Ilya’s attention. “This is nice.”
Ilya tutted at him, “We can do better than nice. What would rock your world? Blow your mind? Make you scream ‘fuck yeah, give me more?’”
Shane’s eyes were twinkly and instead of saying anything he kissed Ilya again. Shane’s tongue was urgent, searching to meet Ilya’s and when it did they tangled, tying them together. Ilya began to pump Shane’s cock, still in his hand, harder and more urgently. Shane moaned into Ilya’s mouth and as he moaned more deeply, Ilya knew exactly what to do. He eased them apart, then began sinking to his knees and brought his eyes up to find Shane’s.
“I want you to look at me the whole time. You understand sweetheart?”
Shane knew what was coming and couldn’t contain himself, “Yes of course, please, just…fuck… I fucking need you on me. Now.”
Ilya smiled and brought his lips to the thick head of Shane’s now firmly hard cock. He let the head settle on his lower lip for a second, then engulfed Shane and slid straight down to his base in one movement. Shane had finished his show, and now Ilya was ready to perform for his man. The fact he was still fully dressed, while Shane was naked under his attention, made his dick throb in his trousers. It took him back to Vegas, watching Shane strip away, while he kept his dinner suit on.
He loved having Shane’s eyes staring down at him. They could be impassable pools sometimes, dark, mysterious and out of reach. Under Ilya’s attention, locked with his own eyes now, they showed how deeply Shane loved him and how gratified he was that Ilya had adored his work on the pole. Ilya had been enchanted by it. He loved to call this strong, gorgeous man his husband and was determined to show him, taking him apart step-by-step, starting with a blockbuster blowjob.
Ilya swirled his tongue round Shane as he bobbed up and down.
“Fuck, just like that Ilya, so fucking good to me.” Shane’s hands rested lightly in Ilya’s hair, playing with, rather than tugging on his curls. As Ilya changed his pace and motion, Shane would tug at the strands, but always relaxed as Ilya settled. The sustained eye contact had Ilya hard in his pants already, as he tracked Shane gradually losing his mind.
“How close are you Lucky?” Ilya brought his mouth away, but kept a hand working Shane’s shaft in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Close,” Shane admitted, unable to deny how excellent Ilya’s mouth was, “but I can go a little longer?”
“Go all the way to losing it, then pull back.” Ilya ordered, returning his lips to Shane and speeding up his movement too. Shane groaned above him, back arching and writhing as Ilya put his full effort into getting to the point of climax. Ilya’s mouth was intense and insistent, taking Shane deeper and deeper into his throat—never pausing, nor pulling the full way off Shane either.
Shane felt himself unravelling, defences falling apart, as Ilya worked him over mercilessly. The thing about Ilya’s mouth was, it had always felt so right to Shane. When Ilya’s lips touched him and took him deep, everything else went quiet around him. The intimacy of the connection made Shane’s head spin and he loved his husband’s enormous talent for giving head. The only challenge of it feeling so right, was that it was so hard to tell himself to stop when Ilya was showing him such an incredible time.
The telltale tingle of climax started somewhere behind Shane’s balls. A quiet cry—which grew into a louder ache, the tingle radiating outwards, first through his lower body and then out to his extremities. Shane felt himself actively buzzing as Ilya’s head swept up and down his length. As the tingle grew louder and louder, Shane tugged softly, then more insistently on Ilya’s hair to alert him and pull him away.
Ilya stayed on his knees, hazel eyes arcing upwards to Shane, “Such a good boy for me Lucky. You enjoyed yourself didn't you? ”
Shane let out a few shallow breaths, “Just give me a second. Fuck. You’re so fucking good at that.”
Ilya got to his feet and took Shane in his arms, smashing their lips together. Shane pulled back and ran a thumb over his husband’s swollen lips. He loved to see Ilya lust drunk like this.
“You did so well to hold back baby,” Ilya rasped, voice dripping with intent, “I know exactly how hard I made it for you. Question is, what do I do with this beautiful, perfect slut in front of me, hmm?”
He took Shane’s shaft in his hand and squeezed, winning a whimper from his husband, “Yes we will have to do something about this; but I also wonder if you want some attention here,” he brought his hand round to grope Shane’s ass firmly, pinching it hard, “maybe you want me to fuck you against this pole?”
Shane pushed their noses together and purred in assent.
“I think you can take my clothes off then.”
Shane worked fast. He unbuttoned the jacket and threw it aside like it was an Under Armour vest rather than a thousand dollar suit jacket. He fumbled at the button on the trousers and was so urgent to have them off Ilya started laughing at him. Shane was furious with himself, but he couldn’t hold back a laugh either.
“Shut up or help me!” Shane growled, finally managing to undo the outer button and unhook the internal clasps. He undid the zipper, then pulled the trousers down, sinking to his knees as he moved them all the way down Ilya’s muscular legs. Shane pulled them off, along with his briefs and socks, and cast them aside. He then found himself face-to-face with Ilya’s erection, which looked decidedly attention starved.
He flicked his eyes up and found Ilya grinning hungrily down at him.
“You know what to do.” Ilya shook his hips so the tip of his shaft grazed across Shane’s face from side-to-side.
“Asshole!” Shane called out. Then before Ilya could make another retort, Shane shut him up by locking his lips around the end of his shaft and diving down on it. Ilya groaned loudly with satisfaction as Shane went all the way to his base, holding him there, before beginning a back and forth motion around him.
Ilya had enjoyed his time with Lucky, but he was ready to be back in the room with his perfect husband.
“Always so good to me, Hollander. Look at me.” Ilya drew Shane’s eyes up to his own. The content gloss in Ilya’s eyes was all the encouragement Shane required, as he rolled his head round the shaft, adding the swirling motion he knew drove Ilya wild whenever he was going down on him.
Ilya’s breaths became shallow, huffed out every few seconds, as Shane’s dark haired head bobbed up and down on him. Ilya stumbled back a step or two under Shane’s assault, finding his back now pressed against the stability of the pole. Shane brought his hands up to Ilya’s hips and pinned him in place against the pole. Ilya landed a hand on the back of his head, taking Shane completely under his control, setting exactly the tempo he craved to inch himself closer to climax.
Ilya wasn’t planning on finishing any time soon, but he loved the rush of taking himself to the brink then coming back down again. Shane loved the power over Ilya too and knowing exactly what he was doing, lent in. He pulled off briefly enough, spat a thick wad onto Ilya’s cock, then drove back down hungrily.
“You love my cock huh Hollander? Just like fucking that.” Ilya yelled the last word because Shane’s tongue had found the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock and teased it. Shane groaned deeply, mouth full of Ilya, letting the hand on the back of his head guide him in an easy gliding motion all over all of Ilya.
Ilya was untangling quicker than he liked in Shane’s throat, but there was nothing he could do about it when his husband was being this good for him—so determined and dedicated to pleasuring him. Shane was devoted to Ilya in all parts of their life, but the attentiveness in the bedroom made Ilya go truly feral for him. With each move of his mouth, Shane pulled at Ilya, willing him to tip over the edge and give himself up to him.
As much as he wanted to spill right out into Shane there and then, Ilya had bigger plans. He pulled out of Shane's mouth, hooked his hands beneath his husband’s armpits and hauled him up to his feet. Shane looked beautifully dazed, interrupted from the blow job, and blinked his eyes a few times, coming back to Ilya in the moment. Ilya drew them together and kissed his husband.
“Need you Ilya.” Shane murmured.
“Say it again.” Ilya demanded, a hand finding the hair at the back of Shane’s head and pulling at it. “Louder.”
“I need you now,” Shane said more loudly, “On me. Inside me. Take me apart.”
Ilya took Shane’s chin in his hand, “Say please? You’re so pretty when you beg.”
Shane’s eyes snapped to Ilya, “Please fuck me. Hard.”
Ilya left Shane where he was and deliberately took his time walking over to where he had a bottle of lube stashed. He kept bottles all over the house, for whenever they found themselves in the mood, and in this case, he kept the bottle tucked away in a box used for resistance bands and foam rollers. He sauntered back across, enjoying Shane’s eyes dipping to his cock and then roving all over his body.
“Turn round, I’ll warm you up.” Ilya drew level and spanked Shane roughly. Shane placed his hands on the pole, stuck his ass out and spread his legs to give Ilya easy access.
Shane heard the lube bottle snap open and a squelching sound as Ilya drizzled some on his fingers. Then he felt pressure, as Ilya’s finger tip found his hole and pressed quickly inside. Shane gasped, as the lube was cold and felt Ilya work a second finger in alongside the first, gently prising them apart to open Shane up. Even with as practiced a routine as theirs, it never got boring for Shane when Ilya tapped up against his prostate, making him whimper.
The pressure had ramped up quickly, but Shane was used to it and he was so desperate he didn’t want Ilya to take too much care with him. Instead he wanted him inside, and bucked back impatiently as Ilya slid a third finger in.
“Fucking give it to me Rozanov.” Shane grunted.
Ilya tsked again, “Such a demanding slut,” he pulled his fingers out, then plunged them back in, troubling Shane’s prostate, “how much noise will you make when I am inside you I wonder? Will you cry out for me? Scream for my cock?”
Shane’s voice dropped low, “I will do anything you fucking ask of me if you put your dick in me right now.”
Ilya chuckled, “Pretty boy with a filthy mouth. Alright I think you’ve earned a good hard fuck.”
He retracted his fingers, but didn’t get to his feet straight away. Instead Ilya bit hard on Shane’s right cheek, which made Shane roar above him in appreciation. Satisfied, Ilya rose to his feet and spanked Shane hard again, pressing their bodies together so his cock was pinched between Shane’s firm cheeks.
Ilya’s breath was hot at Shane’s ear. Ilya held himself there, teasing Shane a final time, before he pulled his hips back and pressed his tip up against Shane’s entrance.
“Yes, fuck, give it to me.” Shane huffed out as Ilya slid inside, taking his time to sink inside his husband’s inviting hole. It was one of Ilya’s favourite parts, the moment of entry, letting Shane expand around him and take him in hold. He hung inside Shane, balls deep, their breathing shallow as they relaxed into it.
Ilya kissed tenderly at Shane’s neck, “I love you. Love you like this. Giving yourself to me. So fucking beautiful Shane.”
Ilya didn’t make him wait any longer. He pulled out and then plunged back in, moving his hips at an urgent pace. He worked his hands up to Shane’s shoulders, bracing himself, while Shane held them both up with his hands pressed against the pole. Shane pushed his ass out, rolling it so he met Ilya’s thrusts, helping him go deeper inside.
Shane’s arms held strong, but his mouth betrayed him, swear words tumbling out of it as Ilya’s dick driving inside him sent him into ecstasy. It was a perfect position to pound away at Shane’s ass. Ilya dropped his pace marginally, so he could give Shane a few stronger thrusts, savouring the sound as his balls slapped noisily against his husband’s ass.
“Ilya,” Shane called out, huffing the words between breaths, “I’m close. Fucking take me.” Ilya could tell exactly how to give Shane release, which was fortunate, because he could tell he was also getting close again.
He moved his hands from Shane’s shoulders. One worked up to wrap round Shane’s throat and the other found his cock, dangling below them. In the same movement Ilya tightened both hands, choking Shane and jerking hard on his dick.
“Fuck yes.” Shane screamed out, fighting to keep his hands firm on the pole, as Ilya made him fall apart from three different directions.
“My perfect fucking slut, fucking take it.” Ilya called out brashly, tightening his grip on Shane’s throat and shaft. The words were brash, but a contrast to how Ilya really felt, as he knew he was inching towards climax. Electricity kept sparking down his shaft and Shane crying out under his attention wasn’t helping keep his composure.
Shane knew he only had a few more strokes in him. Between Ilya’s dick in his ass, hand round his throat and hold on his erection, Shane could almost have cried, that's how great he felt.
“Ilya, I need to come.” He whined, feeling Ilya’s rhythm tumbling away as he too grew close.
A few firm strokes was all it took for Shane to start spraying all over the floor, his body trembling as Ilya finally set him free. The electricity in Ilya grew to lightning strikes, louder, bolder and brighter as his own climax rose through him.
“Fuck.” He roared, as his dick thrummed and began unloading deep inside of Shane. Ilya slumped against Shane, cock pumping inside him, but then realised Shane was trembling beneath his weight. With a last burst of energy, Ilya pulled out, last ribbons of cum dribbling down his leg and spun Shane around. He brought his arms under Shane’s again and held him up against the pole, kissing him ravenously.
“How the fuck do you keep getting better Hollander?” Ilya wheezed, resting their heads together.
Shane’s face was flushed, “You make me better. Make me want to be better.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
They kissed again, two souls under the pulsating lights of the room.
*
Showered and upstairs in their room, Ilya had Shane laid out on the bed in front of him and was softly working lotion all over his back, with tender massaging motions. Shane purred contently under Ilya’s hands, enjoying this entirely different contact and attention from his husband.
“I have a question for you.” Ilya voiced, putting a fresh drop of lotion in his hands to work into Shane’s shoulders.
“Go for it.” Shane said, entirely relaxed and blissed out on the bed below him.
Ilya began to work the moisturiser into Shane’s shoulders.
“Who gave you the idea for your show?”
Shane tensed briefly, then went soft again as Ilya pressed his fingers into his shoulders.
“You’re not going to believe it.”
“Try me.”
Shane sighed contentedly, “It was Wyatt. We got talking at Bood’s last BBQ and he was kind of drunk. He mentioned dressing up…I think as a caveman…for Lisa and I thought it sounded…fun?”
Ilya had gone very quiet.
“Ilya?” Shane asked, worried for a moment.
Then Ilya split apart laughing. Suddenly he was raining kisses all over Shane’s back. Although the lotion smelled delicious, it didn’t taste it, but Ilya didn’t really mind that.
Shane turned onto his side so he could see his husband. “Why are you laughing so much?”
“Why aren’t you?” Ilya asked, one eyebrow raised rakishly.
“Enlighten me.” Shane stuck his lip out in a big pout.
Ilya threw himself down on the bed, propped up one one elbow, so he lay beside Shane.
“Well firstly, Wyatt dressing as a caveman is fucking hilarious. A superhero? Sure. But why the fuck was he a caveman? People think we’re kinky and they’re making sex in the stone age!”
“What else?” Shane was smiling now too. He hadn’t thought about it that way when Wyatt told him.
“Second, I don’t know for certain, but I think Wyatt probably didn’t learn pole dancing, buy a pole and set up a strip club in his basement for Lisa just for a little role play.” Ilya pushed his face forward and kissed Shane lovingly.
Ilya swung a leg over Shane to straddle him again and bent low over him, nuzzling into his neck and peppered it with kisses. Ilya’s face, silly, light and warm suddenly turned serious again.
“You have another question don’t you?” Shane absent-mindedly traced a finger down Ilya’s sternum.
The seriousness turned to a hopeful glint in Ilya’s eye.
“We’re keeping the pole right?” Ilya asked very quietly.
It was Shane’s turn to smirk this time, as he brought his hands up to pull Ilya down on top of him.
“You liked meeting Lucky huh?”
“Mmm hmm,” Ilya hummed in acknowledgement, as Shane played with his hair.
“Yes we’re keeping the pole Ilya.”
He could feel Ilya melting against him, the embrace of sleep waiting in the wings for both of them.
“Lights out.” Shane whispered and rolled away from Ilya to turn off the lamp on his side of the bed. Ilya mirrored on his side and then, in the darkness, Shane scooted back until he felt Ilya’s strong arms wrap around him.
Shane waited a few seconds in the inky darkness.
“Lucky’s glad you enjoyed the show Mr Rozanov.”
“Bed,” Ilya ordered drowsily, “naughty boy.”