Archive of Our Own

He has been blindfolded for so long, the darkness behind his eyelids begins to take colour. It shifts, expands, explodes. The more he tries to entertain himself with the constellations he sees, the more they transform.

He tries to extend his attention to whatever is happening outside this room, but all he can hear is his own deep, heavy breathing. 

His ribs expand, contract, expand, contract. Sinking him heavier and heavier into the mattress. 

Core muscles ache distantly, overworked. 

His cock lies heavily, confused. 

His legs are not restrained, but they’re of no use to him as long as his arms are.

Silky fabric continues to dig into his wrists as his arms pull uselessly. It’s been hours, and he knows he won’t be able to break free, but the pull is a reflex at this point. His body instinctively searches for any way out of this seemingly endless silence. 

The soft sound of footsteps approaching accelerates his heart rate. 

Finally. 

“I’m back,” Shane’s favourite voice, possibly the only voice he would be able to recognize at this moment, enters the room. 

There’s some shuffling to the side, something heavy being set on the bedside table. 

“Thank you for waiting, sweetheart,” Ilya praises Shane in that warm, soft, quiet tone that he needs to hear. 

This time, he fights his restraints in an urge to reach for his partner. The open air feels too empty. 

Ilya places a hand on each arm, pressing them into the mattress, massaging gently. First the forearm, then the biceps, then the shoulders. “I brought everything I will need. Are you ready?”

Shane inhales deeply, and replies with an unfiltered remark, “Can’t say, if I don’t know what I’m to be ready for.” 

A hand pinches one of his nipples abruptly, making him gasp and regret talking back. “I have left you for too long, I see. Gave you too much time to come back to your senses. Not to worry. I will have your mind back to mush in no time.” 

Shane had asked endlessly for weeks in advance what it is exactly that Ilya had planned for this night. 

“It’s something we’ve never tried before,” Ilya had hinted. 

“Then shouldn’t we discuss, like, consent and stuff?” Shane hoped he could loophole himself out of the surprise. 

“Not for this. I am an expert regarding the body of Shane Hollander. Trust me, you will like it very, very much.”

The anticipation had been cruel and the expectations kept rising in the following days. 

Ilya swings a leg over Shane’s thighs and settles down. Shane can feel that he’s still naked; they rub up against each other somewhat loosely as he focuses most of his attention on Shane’s upper body.

He massages his belly, smears some precum around before his hands slide up and dig into his ribs. Then his touch lightens as he drags the tips of his fingers around Shane’s nipples. 

Shane’s breathing stutters and he badly wants to ask for more, but he also knows that’s a sure way to get on Ilya’s bad side. 

“Keep breathing,” Ilya commands. 

Shane releases the breath he’s been holding. 

Almost simultaneously, Ilya leans forward and takes as much of Shane’s right pectoral into his mouth. His tongue lands squarely on the nipple and it’s contrasted dramatically against the pressure of the surrounding teeth. It sends sharp signals to his cock, Shane can feel it attempt to twitch where it’s pressed against Ilya’s belly. 

“Mm-fuck thank you,” Shane says, relieved he didn’t have to be teased for too long. 

Ilya lets his teeth graze the nipple lightly as he pulls off, “You’re welcome, malysh.”

The wait isn’t long before he treats the left side with equal attention, his own sounds of satisfaction joining Shane’s in the quietness of the room. 

Repeatedly, the flick of Ilya’s tongue sends raw pleasure straight through his nervous system, all the way to his erection. If he hadn’t already been edged for an insane amount of time, he wouldn’t be worried about accidentally shooting his load way too soon. Before the surprise is even revealed. 

“Ilya… I can’t, it’s-”

“You can.”

Shane shakes his head and starts to voice a protest before a sharp zing electrifies his skin, “Ah fuck-”

The touch doesn’t let up, it glides intentionally across his pec.

“What- oh fuck, what is that?” His nipple is suddenly on fire as it’s circled completely without being touched. 

“Ice cube.” 

“Jesus chr-”

Ilya does not give Shane a chance to process, comprehend, or question what’s going on. He removes the ice cube and instantly slides it around the other nipple in a slow circle. Shane can feel it now, the droplets of water dropping down his sides. 

There’s a pause from the freezing sensations as Ilya leaves open mouthed kisses following the same paths that the ice took. Over and over until his skin was red with heat once more. 

The heat of his mouth is a thousand times more gratifying than it ever was. Shane’s body arches off the mattress in search of it once it disappears. 

“You like?”

Shane lets out a confused moan, “I think so?”

“More, then.”

This time, two ice cubes circle around both nipples simultaneously. The feeling is so cold and so numbing, and yet not at all attempting to touch his nipples. They’re hard, of course, and feeling neglected. They throb with want. 

Shane wants it - suddenly, badly - directly on the nubs. Wants anything that would stimulate his nerves directly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that he will regret it.

“More, please?”

Ilya retreats completely. There’s an insane amount of water puddling beneath Shane, warming up against his body quickly. He understands now why Ilya insisted on laying Shane on the waterproof sex blanket. He wonders briefly how fast the ice cubes are melting between his chest and Ilya’s fingers. How many Ilya had brought with him. 

This time, when Ilya rounds the same circle with both his tongue and an ice cube. The frozen sensation is sharp, and yet immediately overtaken by a soft fire. The feeling is the sensory equivalent of fireworks.

It works to soothe Shane’s body into a completely lax state, since it doesn’t know whether to follow, flinch, freeze or all of the above. 

Ilya either wants to tease Shane for an amount of time that breaks his record, or he has completely fixated on the task and lost track of time. 

“How’s it feel, malysh?” Ilya is slightly breathless. Shane shakes his head from side to side, sad he can’t witness the scene with his eyes. 

“So… so good,” he answers. 

“I have to admit. I am enjoying this way more than I expected. And expected a lot.” 

“What, torturing me?” 

“No- eating you. You are more delicious than ice cream.” 

Heat floods through Shane’s body once more. Ilya’s words spark a giddiness in him like the first day they met. “Well, what are you waiting for? Keep going.” 

“Ahhh, careful what you wish for, baby,” Ilya drawls. There’s a little bit of a pause as Ilya shuffles around. Shane shifts his head this way and that, trying to see if a small gap would form between the blindfold and the bridge of his nose. No such luck, unfortunately. 

A hand on his ribcage is the only warning he gets before his body is bombarded with multiple sensations at once. “Oh my fucking god!” 

“Mmm,” Ilya moans loudly as he sucks on one nipple. His tongue slides against it in slow motion. Shane’s body is having trouble distinguishing between pain or pleasure; the opposite nipple is being pressed down by a fresh ice cube. It feels like it becomes numb immediately. 

“Ugh- what the fuck,” Shane rambles, straining against the restraints and thrashing his head aimlessly. 

Before long, Ilya pops off and swaps positions. A warm, soft, wet, hungry, mouth wraps around the frozen nipple and brings it back to life. It tingles with a feeling akin to pins and needles, but in such a relieving, satisfying way. Only one second behind, the nipple previously enjoying Ilya’s hot mouth becomes victim to the ice cube. 

“Ily- fuck… pl- please…” Shane begs. 

Ilya’s teeth graze Shane’s hardened nipple as he speaks around it. “What?” 

“Gimme… break…” Shane pants. 

The ice torture disappears but Ilya does not. Shane breathes shallowly as he feels Ilya’s tongue dance lightly from one nipple to the other. 

“Fuck, I don’t know what you had planned, but…” Shane begins. “I don’t think I can take this for much longer.” 

“Good or bad?” 

Shane turns the nobs in his brains this way and that just to get it back online. He flexes his hands and feet to remember he is in fact, still, in a human body. His cock twitches against his belly, still leaking precum. “Good,” he admits. 

“Don’t worry. Lucky for you, I am on the edge as well.” Ilya sits up straight and straddles Shane’s waist, pressing his hard cock against Shane’s sternum as proof.

A shiver runs through Shane’s body, exhausted. They’ve been going at it for so long, Shane would not even be able to guess what time it is. 

“Fuck… you should see yourself. Nips puffed up. Tits all red.” Ilya squeezes them in emphasis. “I think I’ve found where I’d like to cum tonight.”

Shane’s chest expands and contracts at a faster rate. He nods quickly.

“You got something to say?” 

“Yes, do it…” Shane breathes. 

“Do what?” 

Shane licks his dry lips, rushing through his brain to find the right words. He knows them. He says them all the time. He just… needs to reach them. “Please, fuck my tits.”

“Good boy.” Ilya squeezes each of Shane’s pecs with all the might in his fingers. When he lets go, Shane can almost feel the white half-moons that formed beneath Ilya’s nails. 

Another ice cube joins the play as Ilya playfully presses his cock into the meat of Shane’s chest while simultaneously dragging the melting cube across bare skin. 

“I could try it.” Ilya says casually. “Wonder what that would be like. The ice on my cock. Or yours…” 

Shane shakes his head. Up, down. Left, right. He doesn’t know if he wants to agree to curiosity, resist out of fear, follow instructions like a good boy, or shut down completely out of overstimulation. 

“Next time,” Ilya finalizes. Then, he freezes a nipple once more before relieving it by pressing the hot head of his cock directly into it. “Is enough for me to feel your freezing nipple on my cock, don’t you think?”

Shane is out of commission. 

Darkness. Chill. Desire. Heat. Pleasure. Tightness. Pain. Comfort. 

Shane does not exist.

At some point the ice is gone and all Shane can feel is two hands holding his tits together as Ilya pleasures himself between them. He fucks in and out for a few short seconds before cum shoots all over the parts of Shane’s body that have been set on fire. 

It lands on his neck and immediately drips down. 

It collects in the cavity between his collarbone and his traps. 

It warms Shane’s skin like a soothing blanket. 

“You did so well,” Ilya’s voice brings him back. “You’re such a good boy for waiting your turn.” 

Oh. Is that right? 

Shane doesn’t know if an orgasm is even the goal anymore. Ilya pleasuring himself on Shane’s body, after playing with and using it for hours, is satisfaction enough.  

Regardless of Shane’s lack of response, Ilya turns himself around and gulps Shane’s cock down his throat in one motion. 

Despite no ice having touched him there, Shane feels like the heat of Ilya’s mouth is hotter than fire. Possibly because he has been passively edged for hours, it only takes two and a half presses into Ilya’s throat before Shane cums with a cry. 

He yells, spasms and curses, “Fuck- holy shi- I can’t- too fucking… fuck…” 

“You already did,” Ilya says gently. His touch across Shane’s body becomes soothing and gentle. Finding his way up the bed and releasing the silk ties from around Shane’s wrists. 

Shane lets his arms stay limp as they’re maneuvered and massaged.

“You did so well. I love you. You looked so pretty. I had such a good time.” Ilya punctuates each statement with a kiss to the sore areas. “Let me know when you’re ready for the blindfold to come off.” 

Shane nods, knowing Ilya will wait patiently for his long journey back to earth. Because that’s what they do. Ilya loves to take Shane apart, enough to send him to another dimension in pieces.

While Shane loves to surrender the control, enough to gain the freedom of choosing how he’d like to be put back together.