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Shane was in that sex drunk and blissful state he often slipped into after Rozanov fucked him so hard he saw stars. Ilya liked when he got like this, all soft and floaty, because he could openly admire him without him noticing. It was his favorite thing.
With a hand resting on his cheek Ilya skimmed Hollander’s freckles with his thumb.
You see, Shane was unaware, but not enough to not notice when the thumb shifted to swipe at his bottom lip. It wasn’t sexual, just reverent.
But the high of having Rozanov so close lowered his inhibitions, and he lightly wrapped his lips around the thumb and sucked.
He heard the soft gasp Rozanov let out, but didn’t think much of it, brain quieting even more if that was possible, while his mouth had something to do.
Rozanov’s mouth hung open, surprised at the display. Shane inhaled deeply, sinking further into that floaty headspace. It was perfect.
Ilya went to remove his thumb from Hollander’s mouth, chuckling slightly at the whine he let out while trying to chase it.
That seemed to bring Shane back to more awareness, because he squeezed his eyes shut tighter and buried his face in Rozanov’s neck.
“Aww, Hollander, embarrassed?” Rozanov questioned in a manner way too soft for fuck buddies, let alone rivals. Shane just nuzzled further into his neck, attempting to hide.
Ilya pulled Hollander’s head back with a gentle hand on his chin.
“Hollander, eyes open.” Ilya instructed. They made eye contact as Rozanov slid his thumb over the seam of Shane’s lips, before slowly pushing inside. Hollander’s eyes slid shut again, unable to keep them open.
Shane sucked on his thumb, basking in the fuzzy feeling it brought to his brain. It did something to him. Flipped a switch or something.
For a while they stayed like this, until Rozanov’s awe turned to curiosity. He gently pressed his thumb down on Hollander’s tongue, reveling in the sharp inhale from the other man that followed.
Shane gently began to swipe his tongue across the pad of Rozanov’s thumb, back and forth. Ilya was getting hard, and by the feeling against his thigh, so was Shane.
Ilya reached his free hand between their legs, wrapping it around the both of them. The friction bordered on painful, so he reached up and spat in his hand before getting back to it.
The noises Shane made were muffled by the thumb in his mouth, but he never stopped sucking and nibbling on it.
It wasn’t long before Shane canted his hips with the motion, getting close. Ilya stroked them faster, inhaling sharply as Hollander made a choked off noise.
Shane came first, twitching and squirming with the aftershocks of it as Rozanov got himself off after. By then time Ilya had worked himself through his orgasm, Shane was whining from the overstimulation.
“Sorry, sorry.” Rozanov chuckled lightly, removing his hand.
After a moment, Shane started to doze, but Ilya knew if they didn’t get clean soon, Hollander would be upset later.
Rozanov pulled his thumb from Shane’s mouth, much to Hollander’s dismay, if his whining and attempt to chase it was anything to go off of. It made Rozanov smile fondly.
“Let’s go get clean, shchenok.” Ilya said softly, standing up.
Shane just whined, so very out of it. Ilya helped him stand with a firm grip on his forearm.
“You can have this back,” Rozanov held up his thumb with a slight smirk, “after we shower.” He wasn’t making fun, would never, but he did find it adorable.
True to his word, after cleaning the dried cum and sweat off of them, and changing the bedsheets, they laid back down and he rested his hand against Shane’s cheek like before. He pushed his thumb back into Hollander’s waiting mouth, chuckling slightly at the sigh Shane let out, eyes slipping shut.
Ilya’s free hand came up to rest under Hollander’s chin, soothing over the skin there in a way that made Shane melt. He jutted his chin out more, silently saying please, more.
Ilya’s smile widened slightly, rubbing his fingers under Shane’s chin, who exhaled deeply.
Rozanov had never seen Hollander this blissed out. He was soft and floaty and needy in a way they didn’t stick around long enough after to get to. It shot a pang through Ilya’s chest, that he couldn’t have this all the time, every time.
But if it got Shane to relax, he’d let him have it. He was always so pent up, stressed and tense just because. It’s how he had to be.
Shane couldn’t explain it, probably wouldn’t want to if he could, but having something to do with his mouth made him relax. He loved sucking Ilya off, but with this, he didn’t feel the need to perform. He could just be. Exist in this peaceful space.
And the closeness it gave him to Rozanov was addictive. It made him want it for the rest of time. He never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to not have his rival’s thumb in his mouth. He just wanted to bask in the blissful and fuzzy feeling.
Soon they would have to go their separate ways. Flights to different areas of the country, to continue their season. But at every meet up, in every afterglow, Shane would yearn for it.
Asking was always the hardest part. He wanted and wanted, but shame clawed its way at his throat before he could speak. He was a professional athlete for god’s sake. He shouldn’t want the same comfort granted to a child. It made him feel stupid.
But Rozanov often knew when he wanted something. After all this time it was hard to not. He knew Shane craved that empty headed state where he could just be, not have to think or perform or do anything important. And as far as Rozanov was concerned, he worked too hard. He deserved some peace.
And if sucking on his thumb brought him that, who was Ilya to care?