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The MHL awards weekend was different for Ilya and Shane now that they had the cottage, and I love you, and the label boyfriends between them.
After was no longer a question, but an expectation.
And this weekend, Ilya was fulfilling a promise.
***
Shane had arrived at Ilya’s penthouse high off winning a shut out game against the Raiders and drunk from the copious drinks pushed into his hands as he celebrated with his team mates. He was a man possessed.
He walked over to Ilya, putting his hand on Ilya’s chest and pushing him back until be hit the wall hard.
Ilya was always surprised at how strong Shane was. Not that be should have been. Shane was just as tall as Ilya, had the same sculpted form. Shane was his physical equal in every way, and maybe this is why Shane and Ilya were so compatible. When Ilya needed to fuck hard and rough, only Shane had the strength needed to brace and fucking take it and not be overpowered. And when Shane needed someone to fucking take him and ruin him completely, only Ilya bad the force and stamina to satisfy him. They were two titans fucking.
Shane grabbed Ilya’s arms and pressed them above Ilya’s head, pinning him, while he ground their hips together.
“I want you,” Shane slurred into Ilya’s ear.
“You can have me,” Ilya said.
“No,” Shane said. “You…don’t understand…keep…yourhandsthere.”
Shane’s hands traveled down to Ilya’s pants and pushed them down until they pooled around Ilya’s ankles. Shane got on his knees then, nuzzling Ilya’s cock through his boxers.
Shane groaned around the outline of Ilya’s cock through his boxers. He pulled back and met Ilya’s eyes. “Turn around,” Shane said.
Ilya stared down at him. “I said, turn the fuck around,” Shane said, a moment of lucidity, where his words didn’t come out uneven or slurred. They came out a command, and Ilya could do nothing but obey.
Shane’s hands kneaded Ilya’s ass, while he dropped kisses along the elastic of Ilya’s briefs. Shane turned the waistband down, kissing hard against the base of Ilya’s spine. Ilya rested his forearms on the walk and pressed back against Shane’s mouth.
Shane ran his nose up and down the crease of Ilya’s ass through his briefs. He stopped and nuzzled Ilya’s asshole through the fabric. Ilya clenched, but Shane grabbed Ilya’s ass cheeks and spread them apart.
“Fuck, Ilya. I want you. I want you like this sometimes. Have you ever?”
“No,” Ilya said, his voice catching in his throat. Fuck, Shane’s mouth felt so good.
“Sometimes I want to, Ilya. When I can’t come or I need to come quickly, I think about you like this. I think about knowing all of you. And I wonder what it’s like to be inside you. To be the only person who knows you like this.”
Shane paused. He pulled down one side of Ilya’s boxers, and ran a line of kisses over his ass.
“It feels so fucking good for me Ilya when you’re inside me, so fucking good. And I just want to please you. I want to make you come and feel you tremble under my hands, as I fuck you.”
Shane ran his hand around to rub Ilya’s cock.
“You’re fucking hard, Ilya. I’m wanna top you and you’re fucking hard.” Shane reached into Ilya’s boxers and grabbed his dick, stroking it slowly.
Ilya was hard. He wanted it, and he wanted it because it was Shane. They were one person in two bodies, and he realized that he wouldn’t mind if Shane knew him that way.
Isn’t Shane’s body Ilya’s? Didn’t Ilya enjoy the pleasure of knowing Shane’s body intimately, like no one ever had? He was Shane’s first everything. First kiss, first blow job, first fuck, first heartbreak. There was not a spot on Shane’s body that Ilya had not memorized, had not left his mark on with his hands or his mouth or his dick.
Yet he realized that Shane could not say the same, and Ilya didn’t want there to be any secrets between them anymore. He wanted to be Shane’s in every single way, the way Shane was for him.
“Fuck, Shane, yes, fuck,” Ilya said, both Shane’s hands and his request driving him out of hid mind.
Shane stopped. “Really?”
Ilya removed Shane’s hand from his dick and turned around. He ran his hands through Shane’s hair. “Yes, but not tonight, moy lyubimyy, I want your first time to be good, yes? I want to be as good for you as you are for me.”
“Fuck, Ilya,” Shane rested hid cheek against Ilya’s thigh. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Shane”
“Now, will you fuck me?” Shane asked.
“Yes, but since you are already on your knees…” Ilya said.
Ilya did’t have to finish the sentence. Ilya’s briefs joined his joggers at his ankles and Shane took Ilya’s cock as deep as it would go.
***
Not for the first time, Ilya had arrived late. Shane had hoped to see Ilya before the ceremony. Hoping to catch him alone in an empty bathroom and kiss him until they couldn't breathe, feel his cock harden under Shane’s gentle touch, have Ilya tell him when and where and what they were going to do later. But it wasn’t meant to be this year.
Lily:
Caught in traffic, solnyshko.
Don’t forget I am presenting. Look for me on stage.
Shane sat in his seat fidgeting. Ilya was up next, and it would be the first time Shane had seen Ilya in months. The first time since Shane had drunkenly barged into Ilya’s department, letting the alcohol loosen his tongue and confessing his fantasies.
But tonight, there was no hiding. Ilya was here, and they would finally be together again.
Announcer: “And next up, Boston Raiders captain Ilya Rozanov presenting the award for…”
Shane heard nothing else. His eyes—and everyone fucking else’s—were on Ilya. Shane heard the WAGs, and probably half the players, gasp as Ilya sauntered into the stage.
Ilya wore a chocolate grey double-breasted blazer, buttoned with no shirt underneath, a deep-V of skin visible from his neck down to where the two lapels overlapped.
But it was the jewelry that caught everyone’s attention. He was covered in diamonds. A diamond choker, the centerpiece of the look as it lay on his bare skin, not having to compete with a tie or collar. A pair of diamond earrings, a large ring on his left hand. A diamond studded watch. The spotlights from the stage refracted off the diamonds, and Ilya glowed. Glowed like a god reborn, and if Shane didn’t look away he would go blind.
Shane inhaled sharply looking at his boyfriend on stage. Everyone was looking at his boyfriend on stage. Everyone was admiring his boyfriend on stage. Shane wondered if they were all fantasizing, just like he was right now, about his boyfriend on stage.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Jane:
WTF ARE YOU WEARING?!
Shane was in trouble. He had barely breathed, barely heard a word Ilya said, and only once Ilya had left the stage, exited his field of vision, did Shane feel his body return to homeostasis.
Not that Shane could concentrate on anything else. Thankfully he didn’t have to present, and he wasn’t up for any awards this year. He wasn’t sure he could read a pre-written statement off a teleprompter, much less give a thank-you speech.
By the time the program ended, Shane was a fucking mess.
He rushed out of the auditorium wanting nothing more than to find Ilya after and get fucked senseless. Unfortunately Hayden Pike had other ideas.
Hayden had caught Shane right outside the ballroom and pushed a glass of champagne in his hand. “Did you see what the fuck Rozanov was wearing?” he asked.
“Yeah, I saw.” Shane took a few large gulps. Yeah, he saw. He saw and he wanted to see more. He scanned the room looking for Ilya.
He finally found him, surrounded by a group of WAGs, a few of which were leaning in a little too closely under the guise of admiring Ilya’s accessories. Shane hated them all. Hated everyone in this fucking building for having eyes when his boyfriend looked like this.
Finally Ilya met Shane’s gaze and gave a small nod towards the door. Shane nodded back. Message received. Bathroom. Ilya first, Shane always five minutes later.
Shane bided his time, downed his drink, and finally excused himself from the convo that Hayden and JJ were having around him.
Ikya was waiting for him, his arm thrown over the paper towel dispenser. But they weren’t alone just yet, so Shane made a show of entering one of the stalls, biding his time until he heard the creak of the door as it opened and shut.
“What the fuck, Ilya?” Shane said, as he pushed the door to the stall open so hard it bounced off the wall behind it.
“Shhhhh!” Ikya brought a finger to Shane’s lips. “Not here, not now.”
Ilya reached into his pocket and pulled out a keycard and pushed it to Shane’s chest. “Penthouse. 10 minutes.” He pressed a light kiss to Shane’s lips, and just as Shane sunk into it, Ilya pulled back. “See you soon, solnyshko.”
Ilya exited the restroom quickly, leaving Shane in a lust-filled haze.
10 minutes. It would feel like the longest 10 minutes of his life.
***
Shane slipped the keycard into the door and it opened with a beep.
Ilya was waiting for him. He sat in a chair that he had turned to face the door, and their eyes met immediately.
Ilya rose. Shane was stunned. Stunned by his partner. His beauty, his confidence.
The jacket swished lightly. The diamonds in his necklace and earrings gleamed even in the low light. Ilya held the expression that made his face look thin and hollow, untouchable and aloof. Arrogant, but tonight arrogance was earned, because no one, no one, had ever looked as fucking hot as Ilya Rozanov looked to Shane Hollander right now.
Shane didn’t even bother taking off his shoes. Ilya sauntered, but Shane rushed, and Shane had already crossed most of the room to him by the time Ilya had taken a few steps.
When Shane reached Ilya, he placed his hands on each side of Ilya’s neck and kissed him furiously. God, Shane had wanted to kiss Ilya from the moment he appeared on stage. He had been hard and horny the whole time, imagining every way he wanted to touch the body in front of him.
Ilya smiled and laughed into Shane’s kiss. “Let’s save something for later, may lyubimyy.”
Shane rested his head on Ilya’s shoulder, catching his breath. “You went on stage in front of everykne lookin…fuck, looking like this, and you expect me to be chill?”
Shane looked at Ilya again, and Ilya could see the want and yearning in Shane’s eyes. He could command Shane to do anything right now, and Shane would obey. Shane was already sinking into that empty place he goes to when he’s ready for Ilya to think for him.
But that is not what tonight was for.
“Shane, come back to me.” Ilya patted Shane on the cheek a few times to focus him. “I need you to focus. I need something from you tonight.”
“From me?”
“Yes.” Ilya leaned in and whispered, “I want you to fuck me, Shane. I want you to know me. Tonight is your night, solnyshko.”
Not that Ilya also didn’t want to fuck Shane, but tonight was about letting go. Tonight was about giving his boyfriend what he wanted, for letting his boyfriend know him.
Fuck. Shane had come here fully prepared to be sexually destroyed by Ilya Rozanov in a million delicious ways, but he had not expected this.
Shane was speechless. His eyes were wide now instead of heavy-lidded, but the desire and want were still there.
“I think we both need some time to get ready,” Ilya said. “Here is what we will do. I will stay here and get ready. You are going back down to the after party, and you will have two drinks, no more. When I text you, you will come back up here, and you will find me dressed exactly like I am now, sitting in the exact same chair. And then you will fuck me. How does that sound?”
It sounded fucking fantastic. Shane had to admit that he was nervous, but didn’t he want this? Hadn’t he begged Ilya for this many months ago? Ilya always delivered, now it was time for Shane to make his man feel good.
Shane nodded. “Okay.”
“You are going to be so good to me tonight, moy lyubimyy. I know it. Now go.” Ilya turned Shane around and pushed him towards the door.
“We both have work to do.”
Shane couldn’t help but sneak one last glance over his shoulder at Ilya. Ilya was still watching Shane intently. Shane gave Ilya a small smile before slipping out the door.
The party was still going strong. When the bartender asked Shane what he wanted to drink, Shane just said, “Something with vodka.” Vodka seemed appropriate given the Russian waiting for him in the suite upstairs.
Shane didn’t rush his drinks. He needed to be relaxed and steady when he fucked his boyfriend for the first time, not coming down from a quick drunk.
Shane let his mind wonder to the task ahead of him. He and Ilya had a steady dynamic. Ilya topped, Shane bottomed. Ilya controlled, Shane submitted. But at least one of those roles would be reversed tonight, and Shane wondered about the other.
Would Ilya tell Shane how he wanted to be fucked, or would Ilya allow Shane the space and freedom to explore his body and discover it for himself?
Shane decided that it didn’t matter. He was Ilya’s, and Ilya was his. As long as they got to have tonight together, Shane would be satisfied.
Shane’s heart skipped a beat as his phone buzzed on the bar top.
Lily:
Ready.
Shane took his time going back upstairs. Rushing would not help. Rushing was panic. And his boyfriend would be waiting for him no matter how long it took. Ilya was true to his word. He was sitting in the same chair wearing the same suit. Neither of them moved as Shane closed the door behind him.
The suite was much like any suite they had ever stayed in: a luxurious living room; a bedroom that he was sure had a large king bed (hopefully with a sturdy headboard, because Shane was sure that someone will need to hold on to something later); and a large spacious bathroom.
What caught Shane’s eye first, though, was the large wall-sized mirror that hung just to the left of the entryway. Shane was having thoughts.
“Come here,” Shane said.
Ilya raised his eyebrows at Shane, but he obeyed.
Ilya took his time walking over to Shane. He moved intentionally, with the litheness of a predator and the elegance of a dancer. He stopped right before he reached Shane.
“So,” he said.
“So,” Shane said.
Ilya shrugged. “You told me to come here, so I’m here. Now what?”
“Um, so stand in front of the mirror,” Shane said.
Ilya shook his head. “No, Shane. You had it right the first time.” Ilya finally took a step forward and crowded Shane’s personal space. “Ask again. Mean it.”
Oh, so this is how it was going to be.
Shane lifted his head and looked Ilya in the eyes. “Turn around. Face the mirror.”
Ilya’s mouth spread into a small smile. “Anything you want, solnyshko.”
Shane stood behind Ilya. He brought his hands up to Ilya’s shoulders, smoothing them over the soft wool of Ilya’s blazer. He ran them up and down Ilya’s arms, enjoying the feel of Ilya’s muscles even though the thick fabric. Shane took a step closer, pressing his chest into Ilya’s back and running his hands over the front of the blazer. He loved the feel of the soft fabric on his skin.
He looked at them in the mirror, and his and Ilya’s eyes met. Shane didn’t break their gaze as he continued to caress Ilya over his clothes. Touching Ilya, and watching himself touch Ilya, and Ilya catching Shane’s eyes through the glass. It made Shane feel powerful.
Shane kissed Ilya’s neck, not breaking eye contact. Ilya let his head fall to the side exposing the column of his neck for Shane to suck, nip, and lick as he pleased. Ilya reached back and pressed Shane’s head harder into his neck as Shane found the thin skin under his ear. Shane let one hand run through Ilya’s wet curls before lightly grabbing a handful.
Shane’s nose brushed against the cold metal of Ilya’s diamond earrings. Shane was having thoughts again. Making sure he had captured Ilya’s gaze in the mirror, Shane ran his tongue across the cold metal. He stuck his tongue through the half loop as far as it would go before sucking the whole of it into his mouth.
Ilya let out a low hum of contentment, as Shane sucked and licked his earlobe, all the while setting fires over Ilya’s body with his free hand.
“Just so you know, those are on loan from Tiffany’s,” Ilya said. “Five grand for the pair.”
Shane shrugged. He used his grip in Ilya’s hair to tilt his neck to the other side. “Well, tell them I fucked you while you were wearing them, and now they can sell them for three times that. Important hockey artifact. I’m creating value.” The earring disappeared into Shane’s mouth.
Ikya laughed. He loved Shane like this, too drunk off lust and love and trust to censor his words. Playful, joking.
Shane finally released Ilya’s ear. His face was a little more serious. “You know what else this reminds me of?”
“Don’t say Ciel, Shane.”
Shane nodded. “Ciel.”
A club in Montreal. The two of them staring each other down across the dimly lit floor. Ilya dancing with a woman, obscenely for a public space. He had felt her up and kissed her neck and sucked on her ear, never looking away from Shane. And Shane, as hurt and jealous and filled with so many conflicting emotions as he was, Shane couldn’t tear his eyes away from Ilya either.
“Hey, we owe a lot to Ciel.” Shane finally let his hands drift below Ilya’s waist. “I fucking hated seeing you with her. I hated her and I wanted to be her. I wanted you to dance like that against me, your hands on me.” Shane’s hands found Ilya’s erection and lightly grazed his fingers up and down his length.
“I cried in my car afterwards. You were a habit that I was trying to quit, and I was failing.” Shane then pressed his palm against Ilya’s dick and began stroking him. Ilya ground into Shane’s movements.
“I fucked Rose later and thought of you. I couldn’t come, but imagining you was the only thing that helped. I felt so dirty later, but I realized it was you and only you. I could never quit you. I love you, Ilya.”
One of Ilya’s hands captured Shane’s and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Shane. Only you. Also, it was nothing serious between her and I. Her boyfriend was watching from across the dance floor. I didn’t even fuck her. I jerked off in my shower thinking of you.”
Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya’s waist and hugged him tight. “We really were idiots,” Shane said.
“Yes, idiots, but Shane, you are killing me. Fucking touch me already. I came here to get fucked by my boyfriend, but he wants to recap our top ten worst relationship moments.”
“God, you’re greedy.”
Ilya snaked one hand behind him, finding Shane’s erection. “I am greedy for this dick, okay. If I admit it, will it make you fuck me faster?”
“Fine,” Shane said, running his hand between the lapels of the blazer and touching Ilya’s skin for the first time. Shane’s breath caught. It was smooth.
“Ilya, what did you do?”
Shane’s hands fumbled with the buttons of the blazer, finally opening it to reveal smooth skin from his neck all the way to his waistband. Ilya was naturally covered with soft hair on his pecs, his abs, a trail of curly hair that trailed down into waistband and down further still, but now it was all gone.
“What the fuck, Ilya?”
“I can’t decide if that is a good what-the-fuck or a bad one,” Ilya said. He shrugged. “They waxed me. It was for the blazer.”
Shane pulled the blazer from Ilya’s shoulder and threw it behind him. He watched himself run his hands over Ilya’s smooth stomach.
Ilya let out a small chuckle.
“Something funny, Rozanov?” Shane asked, pressing kisses along the slope of Ilya’s bare shoulders.
“Shane, you fold your shirts from the Gap, but you throw a St. Laurent blazer on the floor like it’s nothing?”
Shane shrugged. “What? Is it expensive?”
“Yes, but you’re Shane Hollander. I’m sure you can afford it.”
The skin of Ilya’s chest and stomach were soft and supple, still dewy and glistening with oil. Shane moved in front of Ilya and dropped to his knees. He wanted to feel the soft skin on his cheek, rub his lips across the now-empty plane of Ilya’s stomach.
Shane ran his hands up and down Ilya’s thighs. Cashmere. He nuzzled Ilya’s cock through the pants. Fuck, the fabric was so soft, soft like the skin on Ilya’s dick.
“Fuck, Ilya. Pants St. Laurent too?”
“Yes, why?” Ilya ran his hand through Shane’s hair, pressing his face harder against him.
“Add them to my tab.”
Shane unbuttoned them and pushed them down. Ikya stepped out of them and Shane threw them on top of the crumpled blazer.
Shane looked up at Ilya, and he just looked. The view from down here was amazing. Ilya’s black silk briefs. The diamonds on his neck, his ears, his hand, his wrist. Shane was a supplicant worshipping at the feet of his god.
Ikya looked down at him. “You need to do something before I decide that I want to fuck you instead. You drive me crazy on your knees in front of me, Shane.”
“No, I will do something.”
“Tell me,” Ilya said.
Shane finally pulled down Ilya’s briefs and took his cock in his hand. He stroked Ilya slow and steady. Shane could see Ilya’s body immediately relax at the attention. “First, I’m going to suck your dick.” He took the head of Ilya’s cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip, eliciting a groan from Ilya. Shane pulled back. “And you are going to come deep in my throat.”
“I like where this is going. You suck my dick so well.”
Shane winked. “I learned from the best.” He reached up and grabbed a hold of one of Ilya’s pecs, running his thumb over Ilya’s nipple. Ilya put his hand over Shane’s and clasped it. “And when you are relaxed and drunk from coming so hard, I will finally take you to bed.”
Shane sucked one of Ilya’s balls into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, while his hand still stroked Ilya’s cock. Ilya was hard and throbbing and dying to have Shane’s beautiful lips around him.
“And then? What will you do there?” Ilya asked, but his voice was raspy and strained. Shane looked up again at Ilya. His head was thrown back, and he was gripping Shane’s hand hard.
“You’ll just have to find out.”
Ilya groaned again, and Shane turned all his attention to Ilya’s dick. He continued to stroke Ilya, allowing Shane to focus on the sensitive skin on the tip of Ilya’s dick, swirling and sucking and licking. Soon, Ilya was rocking his hips wanting to go further, wanting deeper.
Shane grasped Ilya’s ass with his left and kept his right hand pinned on Ilya’s pec, squeezing, letting his thumb flow lightly over his nipple, or rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Once Ilya set the pace, Shane let his tongue glide over the length of Ilya’s cock as Ilya moved in and out of his mouth. Shane finally closed his eyes, letting Ilya have his way with him. He knew how Ilya liked it, so Shane relaxed, breathed through it, and allowed his tongue to bring Ilya to the brink.
True to his word, Shane swallowed every last drop of Ilya Rozanov. He kept Ilya’s cock in his mouth, even as Ilya softened and shrank. Shane sucked and sucked until he was confident he had drained every last drop.
Shane finally stood, wrapping his hands around Ilya’s waist and pulling him closer. He pressed a light kiss to Ilya’s lips.
Ilya’s hands ran over Ilya’s abs and up his chest. “You are wearing too many clothes, Shane.”
He was. Shane was still fully dressed in his suit, while Ilya was naked save for the Tiffany jewelry he still wore.
“Show me where I’m going to fuck you,” Shane said.
“Bossy,” Ilya said.
“You might like it,” Shane said. Shane kissed Ilya again, grabbing Ilya’s ass and closing the extra space between them.
“Maybe. I’m ready to see your other tricks now. Come.” Ilya grabbed Shane’s hand and led him towards the bedroom.
Shane was right. King-sized bed, and a nice sturdy headboard.
Ily scrambled onto the bed and reclined against the pile of pillows. He rested his hands behind his head and his legs were splayed. It was a pose that screamed “I’m waiting for you.”
Shane pulled his shirt over his head and hesitated for a second before dropping it on the floor. Ilya raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t get used to this, but if it’s good enough for St. Laurent, then…” Shane shrugged.
When Shane had dropped all his clothes in a crumpled pile, he crawled over towards Ilya and slotted himself between Ilya’s opened thighs, supporting his weight on his elbows.
“You ready?” Shane cupped Ilya’s face and ran a thumb over his cheek. “If you really are unsure, we don’t have to do this. I am always yours.” Shane kissed Ilya lightly. “One word, and I will willingly get on all fours and let you fuck me right now."
Fire and desire shown in Ilya’s eyes at the thought. One of his hands wrapped itself around the back of Shane's neck and pulled Shane down towards him. The kiss was furious. Their tongues clashed and intertwined. Ilya moved to place kisses along Shane’s jaw, down his throat. They kissed and explored each other’s bodies until Shane could feel Ilya harden again between them.
“No, Shane. I’m ready.”
“Hey, I will be so gentle,” Shane said. “Nothing to worry about, and anytime you want to stop or are uncomfortable, I stop.”
Ikya but his lip. “But what if I don’t want gentle?”
“Then I will be gentle. Gentle until you say Harder, please. Or Fuck me deeper, Shane. Or Give me all your cock, Hollander. Then, and only then, will I not be gentle. Okay?”
“Fuck, Shane. That was fucking filthy.” Ilya reached between them and stroked Shane’s cock. “And fucking poetry.”
“Fuck, Ilya. Someone here needs to get fucked soon.” Shane groaned as Ilya’s thumb swiped over the head of his dick ever so slightly. “I’m so hard. Fuck.”
“Then get to work, Hollander.”
Easy. In theory, at least. Shane had been bottoming for Ilya for years. He knew every one of Ilya’s tricks. He knew how Ilya used his body to make Shane feel good.
Shane sat back on his heels and ran his hands down Ilya’s thighs and over his knees. He pushed Ilya’s knees up around his shoulders.
Shane bent his head and used the flat of his tongue to lick Ilya’s asshole. Ilya’s back immediately arched off the bed. Shane threw one arm over Ilya’s hips to hold him in place, while Shane continued to lick and tease him.
Long licks with a soft tongue. Harder flicks with just the tip. Swirling around the rim.
Shane listened to Ilya moan and felt his thighs shake beneath his hands. Finally Shane pushed his tongue in, giving his asshole a very light stretch.
“Fuck, Hollander. Fuck. You are so fucking good at this.”
Shane pulled back. “Ilya, don’t forget,” Shane looked at Ilya over the plane of his stomach, their eyes meeting in the space between Ilya’s knees that Shane now inhabited, “I learned from the best.”
Ikya smiled. “Hmmmm, compliment me some more, Hollander. Tell me what a good fucking lay I am.”
“That is yet to be seen.” Shane smiled wickedly at Ilya. “You still haven’t taken this dick yet, Rozanov, and from what I’ve heard, I take it better than anyone.”
Ilya raised himself up on his elbows. “Oh, so this is a bottom competition now?”
“Is it?”
“Fuck, Hollander. Prep me and we will see.”
“Fuck.” This was hotter than Shane thought it was going to be. He remembered his first time: Ilya talking him through it, checking in on him, making sure that everything was perfect. Shane wasn’t sure why he expected tonight to go the same.
But this was Ilya Rozanov. Ilya could be a gentle and conscientious lover. He was also an amazing hard fuck with a smart mouth and a competitive streak a mile wide.
Shane reached over for the lube on the nightstand and poured a generous amount over his fingers. He settled back in between Ilya’s thighs and gave him a questioning look.
“Do it, Hollander. Fuck me with your fingers, then I will show you how good I take your dick.”
Shane pressed his thumb against Ilya’s asshole, slowly sinking it in.
Ikya fell back on the bed and hummed. “Fuck, that feels good.” This was followed by a hard moan as Shane found his prostate.
Shane slowly fucked Ilya with his finger, all the way in and all the way out, over and over while tracing kisses along the sensetive skin of Ilya’s inner thigh.
“Another, Shane. I’m ready.”
“Greedy,” Shane said, biting down after the last kiss.
Shane switched out his thumb for his pointer finger, readjusting the stretch before adding in his middle finger. Ikya took him easily, moaning and mumbling Russian curses under his breath.
This time Shane wasn’t as gentle. He wanted Ilya out of his mind, writhing and loud, not being able to hide how much Shane pleased him.
Once Shane found Ilya’s prostate, he was relentless. He would hit it over and over then hold his fingers inside, not moving, while his mouth licked, kissed, teased Ilya’s cock.
When Ilya started to buck against him, Shane added a third finger. He stretched and scissored his fingers as Ilya started to come apart under him.
“Shane, stop. Fuck. I’m about to come. If I’m coming on your dick, I have to do it now.”
Shane removed his fingers and got up on his knees, resting his hands on Ilya’s knees. “How do you want it? Tell me, Ilya. How do you want me to fuck you?”
Ilya bit his lip and gave a quick raise of his eyebrows. He sat up, leaning in as close as he could to Shane’s face. “Let me ride you, moy lyubimyy.”
“Ride me?”
“Yes, I like being in control. You like it when I am in control. You have been so good to me tonight, but you have not gotten to disappear once. Let me do this for you.” Ikya kissed Shane, lightly, lovingly. “You will fuck me. And I will fuck you. We will fuck each other together. I will ride your cock to the brink, but I will let you make me come from behind. I want you to have the full top experience, after all.”
“Fuck, Ikya, yes. That sounds so fucking hot.” Shane leaned in for a kiss, and this one was filthy, devouring, and hot.
Ilya smacked Shane on the ass. “Lay back then.”
Shane lay on his back, and Ilya straddled his hips. Ilya grabbed the lube and poured some on his hands, rubbing them together to warm it. He wrapped his hands around Shane’s cock, working him and making sure the lube was evenly distributed.
Shane groaned. His cock had received so little attention tonight, and finally having Ilya’s hands on him was almost enough to undo him.
“Ilya, I want to be inside you.”
Ilya squirted some more lube in his hands and rubbed it generously over his asshole. “I’m ready, Shane.”
Shane grabbed one of Ilya’s ass cheeks and held him, while he positioned his cock at Ilya’s ass. Ilya rested his hands on Shane’s chest for support.
Their eyes met.
“You are going to take my dick so good, I know it,” Shane said.
“Of course, I am. I am going to make you feel so good, Shane.”
Ilya captured Shane’s mouth as he started to lower himself on Shane’s cock.
A whimper escaped Ilya’s throat, and Shane pulled back to watch him. Ilya’s face was set in concentration.
“Ilya, breath. Once you get the head in, it’s so much easier.” Shane reached around to feel his own cock. “You’re almost there, baby. Almost.”
“Shane.” Ilya whimpered his name.
“You are taking me so well. Fuck Ilya, this is so hot.” Shane looked between them and watch his dick disappear, and fuck…Shane groaned and leaned his head back as Ilya’s ass clenched around his dick.
“You feel amazing. I can’t believe how hot and tight you are. Fuck, Ilya. Shit.”
Ilya leaned forward and rested his forehead against Shane’s. Ilya’s eyes were squeezed shut.
Shane ran his hands over Ilya’s chest and down his abs, down further until he got to Ilya’s dick. Shane ran his fingertips up and down Ilya. “Pay attention to my hands. Focus on how good that feels. Just a little more, and I’ll be all the way in.”
Ilya let out a deep groan when Shane was all the way in. Shane could feel Ilya’s weight shift as he prepared to move.
“No, don’t move yet,” Shane said, grasping Ilya’s ass and holding him in place. “Give yourself a second to adjust.”
“Shane, I can’t believe you take me like this every time. You are so fucking good to me.”
“I can take you like this because you are so good to me,” Shane said. “Are you ready?”
Ikya nodded.
“Then let’s fuck, Rozanov.”
They fucked hard and intense. Ilya’s muscular thighs allowed him to roll his hips over and over, up and down, pulling jagged moans from Shane’s lips. Moans and groans that Ilya swallowed as they kissed while Ilya rode him.
And Ilya rode Shane well. Ilya’s ass gripped Shane’s cock tight, and every time Ilya moved, Shane was brought closer to the brink.
But they had already sucked and kissed and touched and explored so much for one night. It wasn’t long before they were both about to come.
“I promised you one more position,” Ikya said, the words coming out in gasps. Both were breathless and weak.
Shane nodded. Ilya raised his hips up enough, so Shane could pull out and move behind him.
Shane lined up and entered Ilya again, but this time he was in charge of the rhythm. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Ilya’s shoulder blade. A kiss Ilya had given him a hundred times before. A small thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for being who you are.
Shane moved slowly at first, but Ilya’s response begged for more. Ilya pushed back into him hard, and their thighs clapped together from the force. Over and over again.
A symphony of sounds. Skin on skin. Moans. Groans. Whimpers.
Soon, Shane had grabbed Ilya’s hips and was pounding his cock into Ilya.
“I’m coming,” Shane said.
“Almost there,” Ilya said.
Shane reached around and grabbed Ilya’s cock. He fucked Ilya’s ass while Ilya fucked his hand.
The two came together. Loud and messy, with Ilya spilling all over Shane’s hand.
Shane wiped his hand on the sheet before rolling over onto the bed and pulling Ilya with him.
“That was so fucking hot,” Shane said. “You are so fucking hot.”
Ilya pressed a kiss to Shane's neck.
“It was good, yes, but I concede. You are the best bottom.”
Shane smiled. “And you are the best top.”
“Oh, that was never a competition. I know how to fuck you too well, Shane.”
“Okay, asshole.” Shane playfully pushed Ilya away. “I was going to ask you to fuck me later, but now…”
Ilya grabbed Shane’s hand and pulled Shane on top of him. “No, Shane, no. I want to fuck you,” Ilya whined.
“Okay, fine,” Shane said. “Shower, sleep, and whoever wakes up first has to blow the other one awake.”
“Great,” Ilya said, reaching for his phone. He pressed a few buttons before putting it down. “Done.”
“What was that?” Shane asked.
“I was setting an alarm.”
“For when?”
Ilya rolled out of the bed and held out his hand to Shane. “You’ll know when you feel my mouth on your dick. Now hurry, I have to get some beauty sleep before I fuck you later.”
“I feel like that’s cheating, but okay.” He grabbed Ilya’s hand and followed him to the bathroom.
Ilya started the shower, and Shane helped Ilya take his jewelry off as they waited for the water to heat up.
“Just so you know,” Shane said, pressing a kiss to the back of Ilya’s neck, “if you ever decide to show up to something dressed like this again, you will not make it to the podium. I’m dragging you upstairs, and I’m fucking you until you can’t breathe.”
“I know. Why do you think I was late?” Ilya winked at Shane through the mirror.
“God, you are such an asshole.”
“But you love me,” Ilya said.
“I do,” Shane said. Every single part of him.