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It wouldn't be the first time that Luca falls asleep during a movie night at Shane and Ilya's house.
Lately, all he wants is to sleep at their house. Or pretend sleeping.
It also wouldn't be the first time he hears Shane slapping Ilya's hands away under the covers before he gives up and lets Ilya stroke him, 3 feet away from Luca. It's exactly what happens now while they lie on the floor on stacked comforters and pillows.
"Ilya, Luca is here, can't you just control yourself until he leaves?" Shane whispers.
"He can't hear us, come on, just a bit." Ilya snickers and pulls Shane closer by his waist, Shane’s ass brushing conveniently on Ilya's bulge.
"No, stop it, let's just wake him up." Shane playfully swats Ilya's hand away, not really wanting Ilya to stop and showing it by getting closer and bucking his hips.
"You know you like it. Plus, he's dead asleep, look at him." Ilya laughs quietly and again shoves his hand in Shane's boxers.
Shane raises his head from where it was lying on the pillow and glances at Luca. He's beautiful. One hand tucked under his head and lips slightly parted.
And Shane admits that he not only once wondered what would happen if Luca would wake up.
Would he be embarrassed? Would he join? Oh God, Shane would really want him to join. Let alone, Ilya.
From the two of them, Ilya wants this more. He’s seen the way the Luca orbits around them or how he blushes everytime Shane merely brushes his hand on his shoulder. He noticed Luca’s quick glances towards Shane and Ilya in the shower. Ilya sometimes did it on purpose and turned more towards Luca so he can have a better look.
He wouldn’t even be surprised if Luca would actually pretend to be sleeping.
"Fine, but just a bit, no coming this time." Shane tilts his head to one side as if hypnotized by Ilya’s breath under his ear.
"Aham, sure, yeah." Ilya nods, rather mockingly. He knows Shane much too well not to know that he can't hold it in.
"I mean i-" Shane gasps and closes his eyes "hah fuck" his voice barely a whisper when he grinds his ass against Ilya's clothed and hard cock as Ilya starts kissing his nape. He takes a moment to spread the precome on Shane's swollen tip, thumb swiping at the slit and moving in circles.
Shane feels like he’s on the verge of combustion already. Having Ilya behind him — all aroused and wanting him — and Luca’s back in front of him makes Shane dizzy with lust and something else. Adrenaline. The urge to be loud just so Luca wakes up and joins them. The fear of getting caught and feeling ashamed of what they’re doing when maybe him and Ilya have read Luca’s actions and not so secret gazes wrong and he tells them to fuck off.
He moves his body in sync with Ilya’s, short breaths and furrowed brows making it obvious that he not only loses himself under Ilya’s touch but he asks for it by swaying his hips so that Ilya’s cock can rub between Shane’s clothed ass cheeks.
Ilya's hand moves slowly, up and down and twisting at the tip and again going downwards. He strokes with a steady pace, careful not to make loud noises before he lets his palm slide flatly at the underside of Shane's cock and reaches to cup his balls.
He fondles and tugs them gently, smiling at the way Shane closes his eyes and licks his lips, more than lost into the feeling. Ilya drags his palm upwards to his cock until his fingers tuck on at the waistband and Ilya tries to pull down Shane’s pants along with his boxers.
"What are you doing?" Shane looks over his shoulder and grabs Ilya's wrist, stopping his actions.
"Please let me, moya lyubov, I need to feel you, just a bit." Ilya rolls his hips and presses open-mouthed kisses at the side of Shane's neck “I want to feel you squeezing me between your thighs.”
Now how can Shane say no to Ilya’s whines. He loves desperate Ilya.
"Fuck...if Haasy wakes up we're screwed." Shane murmurs and pulls down his pants and boxers and lets them pool around his knees.
Ilya sighs contentedly and does the same, more than eager to feel Shane without any piece of fabric between them.
"But you actually want him to wake up and join us, Shane." Ilya's voice lower than a whisper as he slides his cock between Shane's thighs, earning a soft gasp when it brushes against Shane's perineum and his balls and sends the feeling rippling through Shane’s whole body.
"He doesn't have to know that, Ilya." Shane whispers between sharp breaths.
That's when Luca's eyes open and widen in shock and he thanks heavens that his back is turned towards them and they can't see how the wet patch in his pants is growing bigger or how his lips are red from how much he bit into them to stop himself from making any sound.
"Yeah, you want our rookie to see how good you take his Captain?" Ilya chuckles and sucks on Shane's earlobe, a shudder leaving Shane's body at the gesture. But mostly, at Ilya's words.
“Yes, please. I need it so bad, Ilya.” Shane bites his bottom lip and puts his right hand on Ilya's thigh, fingers sinking into the meat there before moving upwards to his ass and resting there.
He pushes his ass back and squeezes his thighs, stroking Ilya's cock with a roll of his hips. Shane continues to drive Ilya insane and grind his hips faster. And then he fuckin spells his name, languidly, his ass moving into slow circles and his balls rubbing over Ilya’s cock, spreading the beads of precome and making the glide slippery. He crosses his legs, the muscles contracting and tightening the hold as he thrusts back into Ilya, to the point Ilya's eyes roll to the back of his head and he starts panting at Shane's nape.
"Fuck, you're so good at that, god Hollander" Ilya suddenly moans and immediately slaps a hand on his mouth, laughing quietly in the palm of his hand. He bites on Shane's tshirt at the collar and keeps it in his mouth so he can let his hand roam freely and grasp Shane's pecs, thumb brushing over the hardened nipples.
Shane looks over his shoulder, a slight smirk tugging at his lips "Yeah, you like that, Rozanov?"
Ilya only nods, failing miserably at keeping his whimpers inside.
"What would your rookie say if he'd hear you whimper when you fuck my thighs, Captain?" Shane teases with a hushed voice and arches his back to let Ilya thrust.
Ilya's excitement takes over as he suddenly snaps his hips, the skin slapping sound louder than they both wanted it to be.
The loudest sound wasn't the slap though, it was Shane's moan, quickly covered by Ilya's left hand as he shoves two fingers in his mouth and lets Shane suck them.
Ilya's breathy gasps and Shane's quiet whines fill the air between the three and Luca listens to their sounds of pleasure with eyes tightly shut. He breathes through his mouth, afraid of showing how awake he actually is and how bad he wants to watch — to look at them being so in love and so desperate for one another that they can't keep their hands off each other, let alone join them.
Ilya pulls Shane closer into his arms, one arm under Shane's armpit and uniting with the one over his chest as he slides his cock in and out, breath coming in heavy at Shane's nape with faster that his hips move.
Luca suddenly quivers and it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Ilya, wait a second." Shane taps him to stop his movements and raises his head, asking with a hoarse voice "Luca?"
"Hm?" Luca whimpers, his voice conveying what he's actually going through when he can't stop his body to tremble with want.
"How long have you been awake?" Shane lifts himself higher to see him better and panics when he sees the tears on Luca's cheeks "fuck, we're sorry, shit"
"No...it's not... I- I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry"
"Haasy, is this why you keep falling asleep at our place?" he puts “falling asleep” into air quotes.
Luca gives a small nod, embarrassed and unable to open his eyes.
"Heeey, don't be embarrassed. We're sorry for doing this. Ilya, say you're sorry."
Ilya, of course, sits up "Hey rook, trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed of. I'm sorry for doing this with you in the room. And most of all, I'm sorry we made you feel like you cannot tell us."
Luca opens his eyes "It's not your fault I'm too much of a chicken to ask you. I umm... I respect your love and your marriage too much to ask you this and I, I didn’t know you… umm"
Shane's heart swells at that "Can I... can I touch you?"
Luca nods again and turns on his back, unable to look into Shane's eyes. He makes a small sound and flinches when Shane's hand touches his cheek and his thumb wipes away his tears.
"I assume you heard me saying that I want you to join... hey, please look at me, there's nothing to be ashamed of, really."
Luca swallows thickly and dares to look into Shane's eyes before he murmurs "I want to- I mean I did, yes"
Shane smiles and takes Luca's trembling hand in his own "show me where you want to touch me"
Luca panics and glances towards Ilya — Ilya that is more than happy now, a wide grin on his face as he approves with a wink.
Luca takes his hand to Shane's lips and lets his fingers linger there with a small twitch as Shane parts his lips and presses a small kiss at the tip of his fingers, the tip of his tongue slightly touching them.
"Luca, do you want to kiss him?" Ilya asks, turning on his side and propping his head on his left hand while his other hand brushes on Shane's hip and ass. Of course he doesn't hesitate to look down under the covers and smirk at the sight.
"Yes, I-... " Luca wets his lips and his eyes dart back and forth from Shane's lips to his eyes "I do... I so do"
Shane chuckles "but?"
"I don't want you to stop what you were doing earlier." Luca speaks with half of a voice, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his ears.
Ilya laughs softly.
"Come here then." Shane resumes his position so Ilya can get back to fucking his thighs. He then turns Luca to one side and says "kiss me."
Damn if Luca thinks twice before he leans forward and kisses Shane. A bit shy and a bit eager, letting out small sounds as Shane gently bites his bottom lip to make him part his lips more.
And when Shane really kisses him, tongue prying his mouth open, Luca loses it. His hand cups Shane's cheek and their tongues swirl against each other, fingers trembling under Shane's jaw as they both groan into the kiss. His body rocks towards Shane's, more than affected by Shane's touch at his waist when he deepens the kiss.
Luca realizes that Shane kisses as he plays. Determined to score, like a force of the nature, aware of everything that surrounds him but at the same time letting himself go with the flow.
And by the feels of it, Shane scores when Luca's body answers to his kisses by coming closer, like he's pulled towards Shane. And he needs more. He wants more. But then Shane sucks his tongue, and it's too much for Luca and he moans into it and quickly fists his hand in Shane’s tshirt as he gets more than desperate to kiss Shane.
A kiss that Shane soon breaks, inhaling shakily when Ilya doesn't fuck his thighs anymore and instead presses his fingers against Shane's hole.
Shane smiles at the realization that Ilya kept himself busy and most likely scrambled for lube under the couch. It must be why his fingers feel wet and slick between his ass cheeks. And Shane has to admit that Ilya’s idea of keeping lube everywhere in the house was definitely not a bad one.
"Did you think I will continue that when he's awake? Oh, sweetheart, I love your thighs but I love this more" he emphasizes "this" with a finger that he pushes inside Shane's hole, eliciting a groan along with a small chuckle.
Shane removes the covers and struggles to take off his shirt.
"Luca, I won't tell you what to do anymore, you can touch me wherever you- ahhh holy ff" Shane's head tips backwards with a breathy moan when Ilya pushes a second finger along with the first one "Ilya, I'm trying to say something here mmmhh"
Shane's hand fists in Luca's shirt at his waist with more that Ilya fucks his fingers inside him, scissoring and curling, pushing and pulling, in and out, slower and then faster, until Shane can only pant into Luca's mouth.
Ilya lifts himself up to look at the two men not getting enough of each other as they breathe the same air. Mostly Shane cause Luca’s eyes seem to avert to Ilya, almost scared to ask.
"Luca, you can touch him. Please." Ilya grunts and pulls out his fingers. He takes off his shirt and looks at him with a smug expression when Luca’s gaze scatters over his chest and studies him. Really studies him.
And Shane knows that look on his face cause it’s the same one he had the first time he saw Ilya naked. As a matter of fact, Shane still looks at him like Ilya is a greek god.
And then Luca’s attention drifts back to Shane and now he doesn’t know which one of his two mentors to look at cause they’re both hot and both naked. Luca wants nothing else but to worship their bodies. To drag his fingers across their muscles, to taste their skin, to bask into their sounds.
Oh, how obscene sounds. He’s woken up from his reverie with the sound of a bottle cap flicking open.
Ilya slicks his cock, humming at the feeling as he softly says "Haasy, if there is anything you don't want to do, you ask for us to stop and we stop. If you want to leave or it's too much, you say "stop" and we stop, okay?"
Luca nods eagerly and immediately does what he kept thinking of since the first time he saw Shane naked in the showers.
"Oh God" Shane arches his back and pushes his chest into Luca's mouth “fuck, so good, Luca, don’t stop”
"See, I told you he'd go for your nipples first." Ilya tuts and Shane can't do anything but let himself feel wanted from the front and back when Ilya pushes the tip of his cock past the ring of muscles.
"So tight, lyubimyy, you okay?"
Shane pushes back, taking more than a few inches at once and not even feeling the burn. There can't be any burn besides the one that he feels on his skin. He feels like he's on fire and he needs Ilya inside him. And fuck, Luca's mouth is so wet against his chest and he's so needy and he whimpers when he sucks and grazes his teeth on Shane's nipples and jesus fuckin christ if Shane doesn't feel like going insane when Ilya bottoms and Luca takes his hand to Shane’s cock, fingers wrapping and stroking lazily as he watches Shane’s brows furrow and his mouth open with a silent moan.
"Can I touch you?" Shane asks Luca, irritated by how fully clothed Luca still is.
“Shit, fuck, yes, sorry”
“No need to be sorry, remember, anything you don’t want to do, you tell us, okay? Even if it’s keeping your clothes on.” Shane reassures him and gently nibbles at his bottom lip. He then kisses him, soft and attentive.
Luca licks his lips, still enveloped in the taste of Shane’s kiss. He quickly takes off his shirt and his pants, biting his bottom lip cause now they can both see how badly he wanted this only by looking at the wet patch on his boxers.
Both Shane and Ilya look downwards and Ilya smiles "you wanna keep those on for now?"
At first, Luca begins bobbing his head as a yes but stops soon cause that’s a lie. He really wants to take them off. He then shakes his head when he remembers that he has nothing to be ashamed of. It's Shane and Ilya, they want this as much as he does.
He takes off his boxers too and Shane reaches to touch Luca's chest when Ilya begins moving behind Shane, slowly pushing in and out.
Shane's eyes roll to the back of his head, mouth opening with a strangled moan as Ilya almost pulls out and then snaps his hips, jerking Shane closer towards Luca.
Luca groans and he can't believe this is happening. It's finally happening. Fuck, Shane’s hand is on him and his hand is on Shane. And Ilya watches them, mesmerized and totally dazed. Ilya watches them. Wait, Ilya watches-
He freezes for a moment, locking eyes with Ilya that gives him a nod as a way of saying “it’s okay” until Shane wakes him up and takes his hand and brings it to his mouth, parting his lips and sucking his middle finger between them.
"Holy fuck" Luca shudders and Ilya smirks from behind Shane. He knows how good Shane is with his mouth.
Ilya also knows how to fuck Shane into oblivion. And he does so, letting Luca see how well Shane takes him.
"Gonna show our rookie how good you take me?" Ilya asks and thrusts deeper, making Shane babble around Luca's finger "mhm pl-se"
Luca watches amazed of how quick Shane melts.
Ilya kisses Shane's shoulder and grits out "hold onto Luca."
And Luca doesn't know what that means.
Shane puts one leg between Luca's thighs and curls his fingers around his cock, Luca's head almost instantly tipping back with a moan. He's so sensitive that every touch feels a hundred times more intense than it actually is.
Luca takes his hand from Shane's mouth to his length and they both start jerking each other, panting in each other's mouth as Ilya shows him why he asked Shane to hold onto him.
He starts slow, rolling his hips and intentionally avoiding Shane’s prostate, in and out and then in a circling motion stretching Shane and then again teasing him with a slow thrust, dragging the feeling until Shane grunts as a way of warning him to stop playing.
“Ah, faster?” Ilya taunts.
“Assho- fuck!“
Ilya punches the words out of Shane’s chest when he suddenly pulls Shane deeper onto his cock, the slap of their skin echoing between them. And much to Luca’s surprise, he doesn’t stop.
Why would he when Shane takes it like a champ, fingers scrambling to fist in the comforter when it’s too much and he can’t hold his hand on Luca’s cock anymore. A myriad of ah ah leaving his throat before he pulls Luca into a kiss and continues spilling his sounds of pleasure into Luca’s mouth.
Luca takes Shane’s hand between their bodies and mumbles against his lips “I need… please, will you?”
“mmff” Shane revels in the way Luca flinches and releases a long moan, his cock now throbbing into Shane’s fist as his eyes go to Ilya face.
What he sees is something that he only dreamed of. Beads of sweat cling to Ilya’s hairline, veins pop at his neck and his arm and his blue eyes are so dark that the blue is almost gone and there’s only lust behind them. And he juts his hips with the same smugness that he sends the puck into the net. He knows he’s good on ice.
But…
God, he's a maniac in bed. And Luca now understands why Shane is so happy cause the way Ilya fucks can raise even the dead from their grave.
He's loud, unapologetic and relentless. He pounds into Shane like he's starved. Like there's no tomorrow and he needs to — must — ruin Shane for any other men.
He groans and slams into him, jolting Shane forward with overlapping moans that spill into Luca's mouth. And the harder that Ilya thrusts, the louder and riled up Shane gets, stroking Luca faster "slower?"
Luca shakes his head, frowning and moaning, almost breathless "no, please, fuck, oh my Gooood, Shane" he syncs the movements of his hand on Shane's cock with the ones of Shane's hand.
Ilya growls "Fuck you two are hot like this"
Luca blushes, his sounds louder now that Ilya encourages him and Shane couldn't be happier when he pleads "make us come, Captain, please"
"Fuckin fuck, Shane!" Ilya drills into Shane until Shane is nothing but a trembling and babbling mess, snarling against Luca's lips "yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t fuckin stop, Ilya"
Luca can't take it anymore when on top of Shane’s hand, Ilya puts his own and tightens the hold on Luca’s length, sending him far away with loud whines "gonna, oh fuck I'm gonna-" he comes with a shudder, body bowing towards Shane, spilling on their hands and his stomach, panting and moaning into Shane's open mouth, so overwhelmed that he can't fight the tears in his eyes anymore and he lets them blur his vision.
Shane smiles and tilts his head backwards, his back arching and his ass willingly pushing towards Ilya, body rocking backwards into him before coming back to buck his hips into Luca's not so tight fist anymore. He’s boneless and he can’t seem to be able to stroke Shane anymore so Ilya takes over, and Luca watches in awe how Ilya’s hand still slick with Luca’s cum wraps around Shane’s cock and spreads the cum to help the slide.
Shane moans at the sudden feeling and Ilya can’t help but grin “Maybe I should’ve let you lick my fingers, huh? Let you taste the rookie?" he says and glances at Luca that couldn’t possibly get more flushed.
Shane is so taken and so fucked that he can’t even retort. Not when Ilya brings his other hand to his neck and jackhammers into him so brutal that Shane blacks out for a moment. He, of course, comes back soon with a litany of moans and profanities, each one filthier.
Luca's eyes widen cause wow, Shane's another person in bed. And he can fuckin curse.
"Gonna come for us, Hollander?"
"Fuckin make me, Rozanov!"
Ilya laughs and nods "okey." and slams into him so hard that Luca feels the need to hold Shane into his arms "holy fuckin shit!" but instead, his hand goes on Ilya to feel his glutes, fingers trembling cause Ilya bites his lip at the touch and nods, encouraging him to grasp.
"Gonna show Luca how loud you can be?" Ilya again slams into Shane with hunger. And again. And once more. Until his thrusts connect and become a long string of loud and repeated skin slaps, moans spilling over and over and bodies rocking in sync with one purpose — satiation.
And he continues. Drilling into Shane so madly that Shane becomes unintelligible, eyes fluttering shut and head ducking inwards to Luca’s chest, mouth open and drooling on the pillow.
Fuck if Ilya stops driving into him, jaw clenched and pupils blown and his cock bullying into Shane’s prostate repeatedly. He bucks his hips and pushes further, every push deeper and deeper until he feels Shane’s legs starting to shake. That’s when he snarl and pounds him like he’s gone, slamming over and over into Shane’s sweet spot.
Shane screams between rapid breaths and moans "oh god, fuck fuck fuck" he comes so hard and so much that his vision blurs at the corners, ropes of cum spilling on Ilya's fist and reaching both of his and Luca’s chest, voice hoarse from all his screaming and his body writhing powerfully between his husband and Luca and only calming when Ilya kisses his shoulder and lingers there "are you okay?"
"Yes, Captain, go- fuuuuck!" Shane doesn't even finish his words cause Ilya lowers himself, lifts Shane’s right leg to put his own between Shane’s thighs and thrusts so deep that Shane sobs and spit dribbles on his chin.
Luca immediately wipes that with his tongue, humming at Shane’s lips “you’re gorgeous like this, Shane”
Ilya smiles, all smug cause he knows how beautiful his husband is when he’s all fucked out and overstimulated. Within seconds, Ilya’s breath becomes erratic and his cock drives faster into Shane.
And he does it on purpose when he snaps his hips in a staccato motion, each time overstimulating Shane’s prostate. Until Shane cries out and clenches his hole, squeezing so hard that it makes it impossible for Ilya to thrust anymore and he stills with a loud moan, muffling it into a bite at Shane's shoulder and reaching for Luca to pull him closer, fingers sinking deep into his hip.
Ilya spills so much into Shane that he can't stop himself from shaking, twitching at every slight squeeze of Shane's walls and letting out sounds that come out as half whimpers against Shane's skin "ya tebya lyublyu"
Shane smiles and turns to look over his shoulder "ya tozhe tebya lyublyu" and kisses Ilya's forehead before pressing a kiss to his lips and taking more by deepening the kiss and turning his body a bit more towards Ilya.
He sighs into the kiss and Ilya smiles cause even if Shane tastes like Luca, he knows that Shane didn't kiss Luca the same way he kisses him. And it shows.
Luca blushes and attempts to pull back before both Shane and Ilya tether him with a grunt and a hold on his thigh.
"Jesus christ, Ilya, we've broken Luca" Shane laughs as he looks at a puzzled Luca which now chuckles, aware that he must've looked awkward when he tried to let them have a moment and come down from their bliss.
Ilya brings his hand higher to brush on Luca's waist "you okay?"
"Are you kidding me? I think I died for a moment and came back and then died again." he rolls onto his back, eyes at the ceiling and a dumb smile on his face.
Both Ilya and Shane start laughing, more Ilya than Shane cause Ilya didn’t quite stop slowly rocking his hips.
Ilya eventually pulls out and wipes himself on the comforter underneath before getting up "be right back"
Luca watches with a confused expression and Shane calms him down with a small kiss "he's going to bring wash cloths. Are you really okay?"
“Yes, thank you.”
“No, thank you, really.” Shane kisses him again and Luca softens to the point he whines into the kiss. And Shane’s tongue moves so deliberate and he tastes like Ilya now and Luca feels like he’s gonna go crazy cause now he remembers how Ilya kissed Shane.
Shane bites his lip and murmurs with a knowing smile “You wanted him to kiss you, isn’t it?”
Luca stills “N-no…”
“You could’ve asked him. Ilya wanted to kiss you.”
Luca doesn’t say anything and huffs, eyes more than begging as he catches Shane’s lips between his own.
When Ilya returns with warm and damp wash cloths, Shane and Luca are snuggled up together, blissed, sweaty and kissing. Fuck if that doesn't make Ilya hard again. He shakes that thought out of his head.
Shane breaks the kiss and whispers against Luca’s lips “Ask him…”
Luca denies with a head shake. He might’ve been shy with Shane too but with Ilya, oh Ilya makes Luca want to hide into a hole and never get out of there with how much his skin still buzzes where Ilya’s hand touched him earlier. The man had a freakin poster of Ilya in his room and he not only once jerked himself while looking at that poster.
“Ask me what?” Ilya approaches, knee-walking onto the comforter.
Seeing that Luca is too shy to ask, Shane voices “Will you please kiss him? For me?”
Ilya might appear oblivious but he can read between the lines when he chuckles “Haasy, did you want me to kiss you?”
Luca tilts his head downwards, avoiding Ilya’s amused expression as he nods.
Ilya gently cups his chin, making him look upwards and into his eyes “Ask me.”
“Will you- Can umm- I mean fuck why is this so hard??” he closes his eyes to steady himself and when he opens them, Ilya is inches apart from his lips, anticipating the question that comes out as a blurt “Will you kiss m-?”
Luca instantly sighs and understands why Shane melted into the kiss.
Ilya kisses like he was born to do this. Like he should be giving out lessons on how to fuck someone’s brain only by kissing them. His calloused hand craddles Luca’s cheek, fingers splaying under his jaw as Ilya deepens the kiss, lips brushing in a way that make Luca open his mouth more and let Ilya’s tongue taste him.
Ilya groans into the kiss and takes more, tongue exploring, swirling against Luca’s and mind-fucking him to the point Luca whimpers and lets himself go, lets himself tasted. Ilya does taste him. Deliberate, slower and then deeper. And then like he wants to take away every ounce of sanity that Luca has left.
Ilya might be considered greedy when he takes even more, kissing the corner of Luca’s mouth and then his cheek before brushing his lips to his jawline and then to his neck, sucking the skin between his lips and soothing it with his tongue.
Luca trembles under him, fingers tangling in Ilya’s curls as his head tilts towards Shane, eyes dazed, bottom lip tucked behind his teeth before he mouths “Thank you”
Shane chuffs and winks at him. Fuck if that doesn’t make Luca spiral the fuck out of his brains.
Ilya looks downwards between Luca’s legs.
He’s hard again. Maybe too hard.
“Luca, do you want me to continue?”