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„Wait. Let me….“ Ilya tried to leave the room, but was stopped by Shane grabbing his wrist.
„No, go to sleep like this,“ Shane said.
„Hollander…“ Ilya’s voice sounded unsure.
„I know, baby,” Shane started with fake sympathy in his voice. “I‘ve had the same amount of wine as you did.“
„Yes. And you went to bathroom. I did not,“ Ilya pointed out.
Shane nodded, biting his lower lip. „I know, but I‘ve been having this fantasy…“ he blushed a little. Ilya, however, grinned now.
He knew by now that Shane had a piss kink, and Ilya himself had grown to love it the more they indulged in it. Still, Shane always had trouble phrasing what he wanted from Ilya.
„I just thought it could be so hot to… you know… wake up to you.“ Shane blushed even more.
Ilya just couldn’t help but tease him a little. „You wake up to me every day, baby. We‘re married.“
Shane threw a pillow at Ilya who just laughed, caught it and cautiously placed it under Shane‘s head again.
„I feel like waking up to you, bursting to piss, would be so hot.“ Shane finally said, so quickly that Ilya had trouble understanding every word. He got the main words „waking up“ and „bursting to piss“ though and was able to count one and one together.
„You are asking me to hold for whole night? What is my reward?“
Shane smiled sheepishly. „A really horny Shane?“
Ilya made a thinking face, pretending to consider the pros and cons, but internally Shane knew Ilya was already in. Only a few seconds later, Ilya silently agreed simply by sliding into bed next to Shane.
„If I piss in bed is not my fault,“ Ilya grumbled.
Shane laughed and snuggled closer to Ilya. „I‘m sure you won‘t. You‘re a big boy, and you have quite an impressive bladder capacity.“
Shane pressed his body closer to Ilya‘s, needing him closer. It also had the side effect that Ilya felt Shane‘s half hard dick on his thigh. He pressed a little firmer into his husband‘s crotch, who moaned softly.
„Just the thought is getting you riled up?“
Shane grinned. „Where‘d you learn that term?“
„I‘m married to pervert,“ Ilya sighed theatrically.
They shared a short kiss before Ilya reached out to turn off the light.
He fell asleep quickly, feeling a light pressure, but nothing concerning yet.
The next time Ilya woke up it was still dark outside. He was entangled with Shane who had thrown one of his legs over Ilya‘s. At first Ilya was confused about what had woken him up, but he soon felt it. „Oh…“ he said to himself, shifting a little.
His bladder felt heavy low in his abdomen, definitely in a state in which he would head off to the bathroom without further consideration. However, now, he didn‘t. He closed his eyes again, trying to take his mind off of the pressure. Ignoring it felt almost impossible, though. The contents of his bladder sloshed around in his lower belly anytime Shane moved next to him or Ilya tried to find a better position. Lying on his side was quite okay. Not ideal, but the best position for his situation. It took one hour of struggling with his full bladder before he finally fell asleep again.
The soft chirping of birds was the first thing Ilya heard when he woke up the next time. The sun dipped into the room. Thank god, the night was over.
It took one look to the side to see Shane was still sound asleep. Ilya groaned out loud, his body not even letting him wake up properly, before forcing the first strong wave of need onto him.
Immediately his hand shot to his cock. It was hard for more than one reason. The mixture of his need, his morning wood, and the undeniable arousal at the thought of how horny Shane would be when he woke up undeniably aroused Ilya. He just prayed that Shane would wake up soon.
Shane was awake for a while, before he let Ilya know. He listened to the other man‘s desperate sounds, the shifting he did to find a better position and the moans of pleasure he let out in between. Shane heard the rustling of fabric and suspected Ilya was rubbing himself. His own cock was rock hard, throbbing, demanding to be freed from Shane‘s pyjama pants, begging to be touched. It was time to stop torturing Ilya, so he yawned, stretched and slowly turned around.
Ilya stilled the movements on his cock, but kept holding it firmly, pressing it shut slightly. „G‘morning.“ Shane sighed sleepily. Ilya had no capacity for formalities. „Thank fuck you‘re awake.“ he blurted out, stroking again, unable to keep his hand still.
Shane smirked. „Oh, you seem a little stressed….“
„Shane…“ Ilya tried to sound threatening but it came out absolutely miserable. He kept rubbing his thighs together, his bladder was so overfilled and so were his balls. His whole lower body consisted of nothing but need and desire. He almost felt like he was vibrating.
„What is wrong, Ilya, my love?“ Shane purred, inching a little closer. He sneaked his hand under Ilya’s blanket, placed his hand on his chest, moved it gently through the soft hair there, before pinching a nipple.
Ilya‘s whole body flinched, before he went rigid immediately after, moaning out a desperate „Oh gooooood…“
Shane wondered if Ilya had stayed completely dry or had leaked so far. Curious to find out, he slid his hand lower over Ilya‘s chest and stomach. Shane held his breath when he touched Ilya’s distended belly. „Oh my god…“ he whispered in awe. „Fuck, that feels like a water balloon about to pop….“
Ilya laughed, which was a bad mistake. He whinced, tensed up. „I am about to pop,“ he cleared up energetically. „I‘m gonna explode,“ he added, not sure if he meant his balls or his bladder.
Shane slid his hand lower, halting right over the fabric of Ilya‘s boxers where Ilya’s hand worked on himself.
The movements stilled when Ilya felt Shane‘s touch.
„Let go,“ Shane commanded, but Ilya shook his head.
„Can‘t.“
„Why? Because you‘re horny or because you‘ll piss yourself?“
Ilya moaned desperately, twisting his legs together. „Both,“ he whimpered, followed by a desperate „God… need to piss… need to cum….“
„Can you hold it if you cum?“
Immediately Ilya shook his head. „Impossible. I cum and this is over.“
„Pity… I can‘t make you cum then….“ Shane pulled the blanket away, ignoring Ilya‘s sounds of disapproval. Of course he was going to make him cum. He had secretly bought a waterproof cover for their bed. Ilya could easily pee here when he couldn‘t hold it anymore.
„Let go,“ Shane said again, underlining how serious he was with pulling Ilya‘s hands out of his pants.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw the obvious outline of his husband’s erection and the wet spot where the tip was.
He stroked over it carefully, the dick under the fabric lifting itself towards his hand. „Is that piss or precum?“ he asked.
Ilya looked down on himself. „Not sure.“ he simply said, breathless at how Shane rubbed his tip through the fabric. He whined when Shane teased especially much at his slit, coaxing Ilya to let go and sure enough the wet spot grew bigger, this time definitely from pee. It was quite a big leak, but Ilya got it back under control.
Shane hooked his fingers under the waistband of Ilya‘s underwear and made his husband lift his hips which felt like an impossible task with the heaviness in his belly. He managed, through and his wet, glistening cock was free.
Shane got hold of it and lowered his body on the mattress. „You better not piss in my mouth.“ he warned, before sucking the tip of Ilya‘s cock.
Ilya couldn‘t help but thrust upwards. „Fuck, Shit, oh God, Shane.“ he moaned followed by a few Russian words that Shane was sure were more swearing.
Shane‘s mouth efficiently got Ilya to the edge in a matter of seconds. Ilya was so worked up and the extra pressure from inside his body did it‘s thing, too. He felt it happening and knew he wouldn‘t stand a chance to prevent it, but he had no clue what exactly was gonna come out.
„Shane…“ Ilya whimpered, gripping his husband‘s hair. „Shane, get off…“ His voice was panicked.
Shane knew what was about to happen but he didn‘t pull away just yet.
His own hips rutted against the mattress in a steady rhythm. He was so close himself, having Ilya like this was way better than any fantasy he‘d ever had.
„Shane!“ Ilya panicked, feeling the piss rush through his cock right to the tip. He couldn‘t hold it, he wasn‘t going to make it. At the same time, he was so close to coming that all he needed were one or two strokes of a hand-or Shane‘s mouth-but he inevitably was indeed about to piss into his mouth. He grabbed a fist full of hair, pulled Shane away just in time before a forceful 5 second leak left his cock.
Ilya brought his hand to his dick, stroking urgently. Shane saw the muscles in his abdomen clench, heard Ilya‘s desperate sounds and a second later he saw his impressive cock explode, shooting 5 ropes of thick, rich, white substance all over his belly.
It didn‘t even take a second after Ilya‘s orgasm for another fluid to leave his body. The loud hissing sound, the moan of pure bliss and relief, and the fact that Shane was still on eyelevel with Ilya‘s dick were too much for him. He moaned, almost whimpered, and pressed his hips into the mattress one last time and came violently into his own pants.
Then, he reached for Ilya‘s dick, holding it gently as it released so much liquid that Shane almost couldn‘t comprehend how Ilya had stored all of that in his bladder.
Ilya closed his eyes, smiling at the soft contact of Shane‘s hand on his dick.
He felt lips on his shaft once he was done peeing and his heart melted when he looked down. Shane lovingly licked his cock clean. „Wait… why…?“
Shane grinned. „I don‘t mind pee in my mouth. I just wanted to see how you‘d hold on when I suck you.“
Ilya groaned and shook his head in disbelief. He pulled Shane up so their faces were aligned and kissed him. „You are a beast.“ he murmured into the kiss.
„You love this, though, I know it.“
Ilya only nodded, unable to disagree. He loved everything about Shane and he was sure not a single thing he would still discover about his husband would change that.