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When Ilya called Svetlana the next day, she answered. He apologized profusely and repeatedly and promised to never joke about this kind of thing ever again.
She laughed, accepted his apology, and asked about how he felt after the whole thing. It turned into a long conversation about female genitalia and orgasms, and Ilya was so hard by the end of it that Shane barely had time to register what happened before his husband was on him, grinding against him desperately. Shane quickly matched his level and they didn't even bother taking their clothes off, just pulling their dicks out and rubbing against each other until they came.
Even though Shane tried, Ilya didn't want to talk about it. He knew the whole thing was difficult to process, so he decided to let Ilya have some time before they talked about it.
A few days later, after Ilya met with his therapist, they finally talked about it.
"So that thing that happened when I had a pussy for a few hours was nice." Ilya said, casual as if he were talking about the weather. They were lying on the couch on a rare day of nothing to do, Ilya draped against the arm rest with Shane between his legs, his head resting on Ilya’s chest.
"It was. Did you finally decide you're ok with that?" Shane couldn't help the slight bite to his words.
"Don't be like that. Was a lot, I needed to think." Ilya said, one hand tangling in Shane's hair to scratch lightly at his scalp. Shane made a soft noise and cuddled impossibly closer, waiting for Ilya to continue.
"I told Galina. She was very polite talking about this. She asked if it made me think I want to be a girl." Ilya paused for a moment and sighed. "I don't think it did. I like being man, I like having a cock. But when it happened, it just felt so good, and I know a lot of things we did not do, and maybe is what I want, yes? Maybe I want to feel like that again. Not all the time, just sometimes?" Ilya’s hand in Shane's hair was moving in tiny nervous circles. Shane carefully twisted in place so he could look at Ilya, absolutely enamored by the emotional explanation.
"Ilya. Thank you so much for telling me, I know it's not easy. And even if you decide you feel like a girl all the time, I would still love you and support you however you need me to. And if you just want that sometimes that's ok too and I love you, I want you to be happy and I will do whatever I can to help you with that." By the time Shane got through his little speech, they both had tears in their eyes, holding on to each other.
"Oh my god, Shane, I love you so much." Ilya said, pulling his husband closer and hugging him tightly.
"I love you too," Shane mumbled against his chest, hugging back just as hard.
And so it began - Ilya had mostly stayed the same, but some days, he would ask Shane to take care of him, to treat him like this fragile little thing. And Shane did. He would spend long minutes just brushing his hands through Ilya’s hair and telling him how pretty he was, hugging him and whispering sweet nothings until they fell asleep.
One time, after an insane amount of research online, Shane bought a set of lingerie, and when he gave it to Ilya, he cried for a solid ten minutes before desperately clinging to Shane and getting them both off to the memories of that night. He wore that set a few times around the house when he had the chance.
Shane watched his husband find new comfort in his own skin and decided he would burn the entire world for him if needed. The way Ilya seemed lighter, more comfortable, was everything Shane had ever wanted. So he listened, and he planned.
He would catalog every detail about the way Ilya fell into place with his new discovery, every little thing in their life that changed. Usually, they kept to what they did before, and Shane still loved having Ilya take control and pound him into the mattress in every position possible. But, when Ilya gave up control, he would talk and talk about all the things he wished they could have done that night, all the different sensations and toys he would've tried if he could. Shane would ride him and listen to him explain how he wanted to be filled to the brim, how that spot inside him felt so good when Shane's cock brushed against it. Or Shane would put Ilya on his hands and knees, bury his face between his ass cheeks and his tongue inside his rim, and dutifully listen to every moan while Ilya talked about this suction toy he wished he could try. One time, while Shane had Ilya’s cock hitting the back of his throat, Ilya told him how much fun he imagined it would be if Shane tied him up and used multiple toys that would send him deep into overstimulation with different things happening at once. Shane listened.
Ilya’s birthday was coming up in a month, and Shane knew exactly what the perfect gift would be. He managed to keep everything entirely secret, surprisingly enough. Svetlana helped him find everything he needed and was kind enough to gather and prepare everything in her apartment in Boston, only delivering it the day of when she came to visit. She left the box by the back door and rounded the house to knock on the front door, and while Ilya was distracted, Shane quickly brought the box inside.
As far as Ilya was concerned, the plan for today was simple: he was going out with Svetlana to shop for some nice stuff for him (she arranged for a private fitting with a lingerie specialist tailor that signed iron-clad NDA's prior to the day), they would have lunch together, and by afternoon they would meet Shane and the team at a local cocktail bar for a quick drink, then Shane will take him home and they will have mind-blowing sex.
While Ilya wasn't comfortable sharing his latest understanding of himself with anyone else, Shane and Svetlana were nothing if not supportive the entire time, showering him with love and acceptance, making him feel like it was really something he could navigate through safely. He often found himself wondering what insane good he had done in a past life to deserve such an amazing treatment.
Svetlana took him to a private makeup studio (they also signed an NDA, of course). The artist was super nice and explained every single step patiently, answered questions, and suggested products. Ilya eventually decided he didn't like a full face of makeup, but lipstick felt good, and mascara made his eyes look amazing, so he left the salon with four different lipstick shades and a couple of different style mascaras. He felt unstoppable.
The lingerie specialist was just as kind and took him through the process of choosing fabrics and colors, then took his measurements and they talked for an hour about different styles and designs, choosing which ones he wanted to try. Svetlana offered advice and commented on how different styles were comfortable for different reasons. By the time they left the store, Ilya was on top of the world, feeling like there was nothing that could ever bring him down.
They stopped by the house to drop off Ilya’s new makeup and for him to change before meeting the team. He was forbidden from even looking into the bedroom because whatever Shane had planned was already set up, so his change of clothes was waiting for him on the couch in the living room and he had to use the guest bathroom. Svetlana stood in the corridor to make sure he didn't try to peek into the bedroom. She already knew exactly what was in there, from a quick facetime she had with Shane when Ilya was getting makeup tips.
They left the house, and Svetlana quickly texted Shane about it as they got in the car. Most of the Ottawa team, WAGs included, were already waiting for them around a large table at the bar. The only one missing was Shane, but Ilya was reassured he was just running a last-minute errand and will be there soon.
They ordered drinks, and the conversation naturally flowed to hockey and how the latest season went for them.
"No, but that shot you made last game? Holy shit Haas!" Ilya laughed, leaning over the empty chair between them to pat the rookie's back. The younger man smiled brightly.
"Yeah, you taught me some cool stuff." Luca laughed along, and the team joined in with compliments.
"Just keep going like that so we can win ourselves a cup." Bood grinned. Next to him, Cassie rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, Ilya, you look absolutely radiant today. Are you having fun?" She said, trying to steer the conversation away from hockey. Ilya beamed at her.
"Yes, I am having very good day." He said, then added; "just waiting for my husband so it can be perfect." As if on cue, Shane walked up behind him at that moment.
"I'm right here, baby." He said, leaning to kiss Ilya quickly and sitting down beside him. "Sorry I'm late, I had last-minute things to do for your surprise at home later." He shared a knowing look with Svetlana and smiled.
"Are you still not telling me?" Ilya tried.
"Nope." Shane glanced over the menu and decided he'd rather stay sober, so when the waiter came by, he only ordered a ginger ale.
"Damn Hollzy, should we be worried for cap? You're looking at him like you're planning a crime." Harris snorted, watching him across the table.
"Maybe I am." Shane shrugged. Ilya narrowed his eyes at him.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked, looking at Shane intently.
"Nothing."
"Liar." Svetlana muttered into her cocktail.
Ilya tried to no avail to get more information out of the two, but they refused to even give him a hint. The only thing he got from them was that it was a well thought through something, and they were sure he would love it and enjoy himself. The team made a few comments about how it was probably a sex toy and that Ilya would spend the foreseeable future in bed with his husband. Harris even commented, "cap's not seeing daylight again until next week."
They drank more and talked more about hockey. Eventually, people started leaving, and Shane took his opportunity.
"Okay, birthday boy, time to go home." He said as he stood up, placing one hand on Ilya’s shoulder. Ilya finished his drink and reached for his wallet, but he was stopped midway.
"Yeah, you're not paying today. We got you." Svetlana smiled. She was also getting up to leave but made a point to take a moment longer and explain about the long day she had tomorrow with work meetings. Shane and Ilya quickly said their goodbyes and climbed into Shane's car.
"So, how was your day so far?" Shane asked as he started the engine.
"I loved it. Shopping was fun, I felt really good there. I think maybe sometime soon, I will feel ready to tell the team even." Ilya said with a soft smile, settling into the seat comfortably.
Shane moved one hand to rest on Ilya’s thigh, squeezing lightly. The question hung in the air. Shane never knew how to comfortably ask about Ilya’s gender scale without sounding weird. Luckily for him, Ilya filled in the blank.
"When we get home, I want to show you my new makeup. Feels really good." Shane visibly relaxed at the words.
"Aww, that's amazing. I'll have my pretty baby girl to play with all night." He squeezed at Ilya’s thigh a little harder, entirely content with the gasp he got in return as he focused on the road in front of him.
The drive was short, and Shane parked the car in their driveway, rushing out of the car to Ilya’s side to pointedly open the door for him and offer a hand to help him up. Ilya could get out of the car perfectly fine on his own, but the display from his husband made a warm feeling spread through his chest, so he accepted with a smile, his movements light and graceful as he got up. They shared a smile and a kiss before Shane locked the car, and they headed inside. Ilya grabbed the bag he left on the couch earlier and darted into the guest bathroom to use the mirror and apply some of his new products.
He washed his face of any residual oils with the cleanser, then carefully applied the volumizing mascara that made his eyelashes look twice their length and made his eyes look bigger and bluer. He added some clear lipstick and watched his reflection closely for a moment. It did feel good, all of it, and he wished he could get the lingerie faster to wrap himself in the soft fabric for Shane to unwrap slowly. If only he could get that witch to repeat the curse for a night to have the full experience.
A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened the door quickly, smiling at Shane's awed expression as he studied his face.
"You look amazing, baby girl." Shane smiled, and Ilya felt his stomach flip as it always did at the nickname. He nodded towards the box Shane was holding.
"Is that my gift?" He asked.
"Part of it. The tailor was nice enough to do quick work on your first set for some extra money. Put it on and come to the bedroom for the rest of your gift." Shane leaned forward and kissed Ilya’s cheek, then placed the box on the counter inside the bathroom and left before Ilya had the chance to recover from his words. The tailor? The lingerie tailor?
He quickly opened the box to find the softest looking fabric carefully folded inside, with a note resting on top that had a helpful drawing of where the straps should go. At the bottom of the box was a folded sheer white robe, and on top of it, the set of baby blue lingerie.
It was a bralette, almost completely see-through in the part that was supposed to cover the breasts. It reached the top of his abs when he put it on, and it was the perfect size to hug his large form, the little triangles over his nipples brushing his skin softly. The bottom part was made of two pieces that were mostly straps. One would have been underwear, but it was missing the key piece of fabric that would cover his crotch. It was a strip of lace that perfectly surrounded his hips, with two strings that connected the front and back at the outline of where panties would normally sit. On top of that, there were three more strips of lace, one that sat a little higher on his hips and was connected by straps to the two that went around his thighs.
He looked at himself in the mirror, tracing the soft lace with his fingers. He looked amazing - the color brought out more of the blue in his eyes, and the soft lace made him feel delicate despite his size and the rough cut of muscle. It basically covered nothing, leaving him completely exposed, but still feeling like Shane had perfectly gift wrapped him by hand. He took another moment to appreciate it, then added the robe that, again, covered nothing with how see-through it was. He wrapped it around himself, tied a small, easy-to-open knot to hold it in place, and headed to the bedroom.
Shane was waiting for him on the bed, already stripped down to his underwear, looking absolutely delicious in the warm, low light coming from maybe a hundred small LED candles scattered around the room. There were rose petals scattered on the floor that gave a pleasant smell. The nightstand by Shane's side of the bed was unusually full, with two bottles of water, one can of coke, a pack of Oreos, a couple of protein bars, and a closed box that looked a lot like the one they kept their toys in, but was obviously new. Ilya’s heart fluttered at the realization that Shane had really thought of everything.
Shane was on his phone when Ilya came in, but he quickly typed something and dropped it in the nightstand, getting up to reach for Ilya and kissing him softly.
"You look even better than I imagined." Shane whispered against his lips, making Ilya smile.
"I feel so good, Shane. Thank you. This is perfect." He wrapped his arms around his husband.
"It's not all. I asked Svetlana to contact that witch again to see if she would repeat the spell." Ilya’s eyes widened, the familiar pull of arousal humming in his stomach. "She said she couldn't because of the intention. But, she had another one, maybe even better. I texted Svetlana that you're ready, so it should happen at any moment now."
Ilya crashed their lips together desperately, trying to find a way to physically tell Shane just how much he appreciated him. Words were just not enough. A wave of something unfamiliar suddenly crashed into him, and he had to hold on to Shane to steady himself. He looked down and where previously his half hard cock was starting to tent the robe, it was now completely smooth. Shane held him tighter as he swayed a little on his feet.
"You talked so much about wanting to try different things, to know how they feel. I figured if we plan accordingly, we can actually do all those." Shane explained, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"And you said is different this time, yes? So, not five orgasms?" Ilya asked.
"Yeah, the one last time was a curse to force you to go through it, but this is something else. It's going to last until you're satisfied. The one thing she said that can stop it from reversing is if there's something inside you, it will hold until you remove it even if you are satisfied."
"Holy shit, Shane, thank you." Ilya said, crashing into him again, kissing him desperately. It was too much, all of it, and he felt tears stinging his eyes from how loved he felt. Shane actually listened to all the tiny details and planned everything out perfectly to give him this.
Shane carefully traced his hands towards the knot in Ilya’s robe and paused, making sure Ilya was ready to continue. Ilya made a noise of agreement against his lips, so Shane pulled at the knot until it fell open, pushing the robe off Ilya’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He reached one hand down between Ilya’s legs to find him already sopping wet.
"Mm, my baby girl is so wet for me. I can't wait to taste you again." Shane said, slipping his middle finger between the folds to gently rub against Ilya’s clit. Ilya gasped, his hands grabbing tightly at Shane's shoulders, a full-body shudder going through him at the feeling.
"Yes, Shane, please," Ilya moaned, dropping his head on Shane's shoulder so he could look down and watch his hand move. He also noticed how hard Shane was, obscenely tenting his boxers. Shane slowly moved his hand away, raising it to his lips. He held Ilya’s gaze as he sucked the finger into his mouth, giving an unnecessarily loud moan when the taste bloomed across his tongue. Ilya fucking whimpered.
Shane moved fast, his hands landing on Ilya’s hips and pushing him towards the bed, then repositioning him so he was laying in the middle, with his head propped up on the pillows. Without a second thought, he darted down and pressed his face to Ilya’s core, tongue darting out to flick his clit.
Ilya moaned, his legs immediately clenching around Shane's form, the lace on his thighs rubbing against him. Shane had obviously remembered what Ilya told him last time, his tongue moving in perfect strokes to light a fire in Ilya’s guts as pleasure coursed through him in waves. Shane used one hand to spread Ilya a little to give himself easy access, and with his other hand, slipped one finger inside him to find that spot that he loved so much.
"Fuck, yes, please Shane oh god you feel so good," Ilya babbled between moans, his hips twitching to meet Shane's movements. He felt so good, and he wanted this so much for so long he knew there was no way he would last that first round. When Shane closed his lips around his clit and sucked, he couldn't hold on any longer. His muscles tensed, back arching off the bed as he came with a shout.
Shane happily lapped up everything, his dick twitching at the satisfaction of getting Ilya to cum so quickly. He kissed at Ilya’s thighs and up his stomach, kissing over the lace and straps. He licked a nipple through the soft fabric before meeting Ilya’s lips for a deep kiss.
"One last part of your gift now, baby girl." Shane said when they broke apart, reaching for the box on the nightstand and presenting it to Ilya. Ilya carefully took the box from him and opened it to reveal a whole bunch of toys - not the ones they had, no, those were new. Those were the same toys Ilya had imagined using, the ones he told Shane he wished they could try.
"How - when did you -" Ilya’s eyes darted between the box and Shane, trying to figure out how his husband managed to get all of this without him noticing anything.
"Sveta helped. I ordered everything to her place, and she charged everything and packed it together." Shane said sheepishly, offering a small smile.
Ilya didn't even know what to say. He reached into the box, tracing shaky fingers over the soft silicone, trying to process everything. He paused at one of the toys, carefully picking it up. It was shaped like a rose, with one longer piece sticking out from the middle. He recognized it immediately, but he didn't even talk about it that much - he remembered telling Shane about it once, how it could be great to use to stimulate his clit while Shane was fucking into him, but it was a passing comment. He only mentioned it once.
"You remembered this one?"
Shane almost looked offended at the question. "Of course I did. You wanted to try it." He huffed.
And somehow, that broke Ilya. He was so overwhelmed with how thoughtful this whole day was, and this - Shane casually remembering something so small - that just tipped him over. He burst into tears, lunging forward to hug Shane tightly as he sobbed into his shoulder.
"Hey, what happened?" Shane asked softly, running one hand over Ilya’s back soothingly, holding him close.
"I love you so much." Ilya sobbed, shaking a little in Shane's arms.
"I love you too, baby, but why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" Shane asked in a quiet voice.
"What? No!" Ilya exclaimed. He pulled back to look at Shane, sniffling a little. "No, it is good cry. Is all so much, you did all this, remembered everything, I just -" Ilya struggled to find the right words in English, so he kissed Shane instead, trying to convey his love and gratitude through the kiss.
"Я тебя так сильно люблю, ты самая хорошая вещь в моей жизни, без тебя меня бы давно не было." I love you so much, you are the best thing in my life, without you I would have been long gone.
Shane just kissed him again, pulling Ilya into his lap and holding him tightly. He didn't know enough Russian to translate the whole sentence, but he knew the I love you part and the you're the best... something. He decided he would ask later.
He kept their kiss slow, letting Ilya calm down slowly. He reached one hand up to cup his face and wipe away the tears, rubbing his thumb across his cheek carefully. When they pulled apart, Shane noticed that whatever makeup Ilya bought was probably high quality because with all the tears, his eyelashes stayed perfectly dark and long, no streaks of it running down his face. Shane also noticed he was a bit disappointed at that. He decided he would buy him some cheaper ones for the times they wanted to get messy.
Ilya was starting to calm down, his brain finally moving from overwhelmed to being very horny for his amazingly thoughtful husband. He started grinding down against Shane, aligning their hips so that the tip of Shane's cock brushed against his folds, teasing at his opening. He pulled back from the kiss, panting softly.
"Can I tell you something embarrassing?" He whispered.
Shane huffed out a laugh. "Baby girl, I think we're way past embarrassing for tonight."
"I - I want you to fuck my thighs."
Shane's cock twitched at that. "Anything for you. How do you want it?" He asked. Ilya moved, laying down on his side on the bed, with his back to Shane.
"Like this. And use the rose?" He asked, his voice small. Shane positioned himself behind Ilya, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder while he got the toy and the lube. He quickly covered his cock with the lube, sliding between Ilya’s muscular thighs, and pushed forward until they were flush together. His tip was pressing right against Ilya’s opening. He wiggled one arm under Ilya’s hips, reaching down to spread open his folds, then pressed the long "tongue" of the toy against Ilya’s clit and turned it on.
Ilya moaned loudly, grinding into the feeling, his thighs squeezing tighter around Shane's cock. Shane didn't let up, moving his hips in slow thrusts and using both hands to keep the toy positioned perfectly so that every quick pass of the silicone was right against Ilya’s clit. He managed a good rhythm, rubbing his cock between Ilya’s thighs and right up against his pussy, teasing the idea of sliding in but not actually making it that far.
"Shane, Shane, please, ohmygod," Ilya moaned, chasing the feeling, the pressure building up inside him way faster than he expected, especially after already having had his first orgasm of the night. Shane moved faster, determined to cum with Ilya, and pressed the little button on the toy to up its speed. Ilya cried out, thrashing in Shane's arms, his thighs shaking with the intense pleasure.
"That's it, baby girl, be good and cum for me," Shane groaned, his hips stuttering slightly in their rhythm. Ilya shook his head desperately, his whole body seizing as he fought against his climax. Shane was startled by the reaction, and suddenly terrified he did something wrong. He stopped moving his hips and moved the toy away from Ilya, turning it off, and was even more confused when Ilya whined in protest.
"Talk to me, baby. What's wrong?" Shane asked, rubbing one hand at Ilya’s hip, kissing softly at his shoulder.
"Don't - Don't want it, ah, to be over, the spell," Ilya panted out, still shaking. Shane felt like his brain screeched to a halt.
"Are you afraid the spell will wear off if you cum right now?" He tried. Ilya nodded vigorously, and Shane chuckled darkly. "Well then, we know of one way to make sure that doesn't happen. As long as something is inside you, you can keep your pretty pussy." He reached back inside the box to retrieve the small egg vibrator that was waiting there, not bothering with the remote for now.
"Help me get it nice and wet for you, open up." He held the toy up to Ilya’s lips, and Ilya didn't hesitate before taking the whole thing in his mouth and moaning around it. Shane was trying very hard to stay still.
"That's it, that's my good girl," Shane cooed at him, carefully pulling the toy out from between his swollen lips, then reaching down to press it inside him. Ilya gasped, his hips twitching as the toy settled inside him right against that spot that made him feel so good.
"Shane," he whimpered, and Shane shushed him, picking up the rose toy again.
"May I continue?" Shane asked, and when Ilya nodded, he kissed his neck quickly and pressed the toy back where it was, turning it back on to the first setting. He rolled his hips slowly, building back up to the rhythm he had before they stopped, whispering praises against Ilya’s ear.
"Just like that baby, you're doing so good for me, fuck, I love you so much, you got all dolled up for me, so pretty, my beautiful baby girl, oh god, Ilya, fuck," Shane moaned, trying his best to hold off until he brought Ilya to the edge again.
Ilya was clutching at the sheets, his eyes glazed over, and his hips moving like he tried to fuck himself onto the toys driving him insane. His world seemed to shrink down to this room. He couldn't even form words, little "ah-ah-ah"s falling from his lips uncontrollably. And Shane, his sweet, beautiful, loving husband, was talking the entire time, words Ilya never allowed himself to accept before. He felt like his heart might burst, overflowing with love.
"Sh-Shane, please," Ilya moaned, one hand moving to find Shane's hand that wasn't holding the toy and lacing their fingers together, holding tightly.
"I got you, baby girl, cum for me sweetheart." Shane whispered, pressing the button again to up the speed of the toy, his own hips stuttering between Ilya’s thighs, chasing their orgasms. Ilya’s back arched deeply when he came, a loud cry spilling past his lips. Shane let himself go, too, watching how their release mixed between Ilya’s thighs and down onto the sheets. He turned the toy off again but didn't move much beyond that, just having a moment to hold Ilya close to him.
They stayed like that for a long moment, catching their breath, hands still clasped together tightly, until Ilya found his voice again.
"Is it okay if we do more?" He asked quietly.
"Of course, baby, it's your day. Whatever you want, we do it." Shane said, squeezing Ilya a little tighter between his arms.
"There is something you want to do?" Ilya asked, suddenly hit with the realization that all of it was only what he wanted, not necessarily what Shane wanted to do.
"I only want to make you happy. I don't care what you choose to do - I enjoy it anyway. And I enjoy it way better when it's making you happy." Shane said, nuzzling into Ilya’s neck, so his words were a little muffled when he added, "besides, you do insane shit that I wanna do all the time."
Ilya chuckled, melting just a little bit in Shane's hold, allowing himself a moment to soak it in before he moved, slowly sitting up. The toy inside him moved every time he did, but it wasn't unpleasant.
"I want to try all of them. Not at the same time, that is impossible, but maybe we can do two or three together, yes? Like now with the small one and the rose? I want to know how they all feel." Ilya said, scanning the contents of the new box. With two of the toys already out, there were a good few still left; the remote for the egg vibrator Ilya still had inside him, a flesh-colored dildo that was suspiciously the same size as Shane's cock, a set of nipple clamps, something Ilya vaguely remembered being called a "satisfyer" that was supposed to replicate suction, a wand vibrator, a prostate massager, and two plugs, designed differently to fit in both holes.
"Which one do you wanna try first?" Shane asked, and Ilya had no answer for him. All of them? How was he supposed to choose? Shane laughed at the confused little sound Ilya made.
"How about we start with the dildo? I need a minute before I can get hard again to fuck you, and you wanted to feel full. And we can use one of these," he sat up as well, then pointed to the satisfyer and the wand in the box, "with it. Maybe skip the clamps for today? I don't want to ruin your pretty gift." As he said the last part, he ran his fingers over the lace on Ilya’s chest.
Ilya considered his options and realized Shane was right - he also didn't want to risk ruining the lingerie, and he didn't want to take it off just yet. The combination shane suggested was probably the best one for now. The plugs would go last, when they're done, to let Ilya keep feeling full for as long as he wanted. So he needed to choose between the two toys for his clit, and decide if and when he wanted the prostate massager. He wanted it now. Without saying anything, he picked up the massager, the wand, and the dildo, handing them to Shane.
"Baby girl, are you sure? You're gonna get overstimulated fast." Shane asked softly, watching Ilya’s face for any sign of hesitation. He found none.
"I'm sure. You like it when I cry, always say how pretty it is. I want you to make me cum like this, and then switch the wand for the sucking thing and fuck me until you cum in me, and then put in the plugs until we can go again, maybe in the morning, yes?" Ilya felt himself getting wetter with every word that came out of his own mouth. The idea was insane, but he loved it.
Shane groaned, dropping back on the bed and staring at the ceiling in disbelief for a few long moments. Just when Ilya was starting to worry, Shane moved, pushing Ilya to lay flat on his back, getting on top of him and kissing him breathless.
"Fuck, baby, you're fucking perfect," Shane muttered as he started trailing kisses lower, down Ilya’s throat and to his chest. He pulled the soft fabric aside for a moment to suck a nipple between his lips, pinching the other one. Ilya moaned, and Shane kept going lower, pushing Ilya’s legs up and apart until both holes were exposed, framed perfectly by the baby blue straps of his lingerie.
"Perfect, hold yourself open for me, baby." Shane said, and Ilya immediately grabbed the backs of his own knees, pulling even further from where Shane placed him. Shane grabbed the lube from the bedside table, pouring some on his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He leaned down and pressed his tongue against Ilya’s clit, simultaneously circling a finger around his rim, not quite pushing in just yet, keeping both pressure points light.
Ilya moaned, grinding his hips in a desperate attempt to get Shane to move along, but to no avail. Shane kept moving at the same slow pace, his tongue chasing the taste of Ilya in every bit of slick he could find, and his fingers kept circling slowly around his rim, pressing lightly to stretch the skin and spread the lube.
"Shane, please, not fair, I want - ah!" Ilya was cut off mid sentence when Shane moved away from his pussy, brought his other hand up and slapped it, not hard, but enough for Ilya to start shaking and gush out more slick.
"Don't be a brat." Shane reprimanded, but there was a challenge in his eyes when he looked at Ilya, daring him, and he tilted his head slightly as if to ask if this was ok. Ilya nodded, wide-eyed.
"I- I'm not, I just said is not fair," Ilya tried, and Shane slapped him again, this time aiming so his middle finger landed right on his clit. Ilya squealed, his thigh muscles clenching as he fought himself not to let go of his legs to bring them down. Shane chose that moment to finally slip a finger past his rim, pushing all the way to the last knuckle and curling it up to brush Ilya’s prostate. Ilya cried out, throwing his head back as the sudden pleasure assaulted him.
"That's it, you don't need to talk, just be pretty and moan for me." Shane said, carefully pumping his finger in and out a few times before deciding Ilya was ready and adding a second one. With his other hand, he reached to the box and grabbed the remote that he had left there earlier, pressing its "on" button.
Ilya moaned, loud, as the egg vibrator inside him suddenly whirred to life. He lost his hold, and his legs fell onto the bed as he thrashed and squirmed. He grabbed the sheets on either side, knuckles white as overstimulation started to claw at him. Shane made a sound of disapproval and slapped at his clit again, making him jolt.
"If you can't stay the way I tell you to, I'll have to tie you up." Shane warned quietly. Ilya’s hands were shaking when he moved back into position, pulling his legs up and holding them there.
"There you go, good girl." Shane murmured, pressing the button to make the toy go faster while he pulled his fingers out of Ilya’s rim. He picked up the prostate massager and drenched it in lube, pressing it in carefully until it settled inside, only the base visible. He pressed the button to turn it on at the same time as he turned off the egg vibrator, switching the stimulation to allow Ilya a moment with minimal sensation while he moved around, arranging the toys he needed.
"Please, Shane, please," Ilya was muttering between soft little gasps and moans, his hips twitching. Shane shushed him, rubbing his dry hand on his thigh as he picked up the dildo, considered it for a moment, and then added some lube to it as well. He pulled the small toy out of Ilya, immediately replacing it with the head of the dildo, moving it slowly in and out, pushing a bit further with every thrust.
By the time Shane had the toy fully inside him, Ilya was sobbing. Tears tracked lines across his cheeks, and his entire body was shaking, barely holding himself together. In a way, the overstimulation was pushing back his orgasm, and he was grateful for it because he did want to continue with the plan he made earlier. Even if it meant crying through the entire thing. Shane took pity on him a little and allowed him to bring his legs down, spread out as far as he could.
Shane leaned over to kiss him, short and sweet, keeping his hand moving the dildo slowly. "You're doing so good, baby girl, taking it so well. You want me to make you cum?" Shane laughed when Ilya nodded frantically. "Yeah, let's get you there so I can fuck you nice and rough the way you love."
Shane was kissing all over Ilya’s face as he reached down with his free hand, pressing the button on the prostate massager a couple times to make it go harder, then picked up the wand and immediately turned it up to the third setting, pressing it against Ilya’s clit. Ilya’s back arched completely off the bed and he screamed, his orgasm violently ripping through him. Shane held him through it, lowering the wand to the first setting but not letting up completely, holding him on the edge.
"Fuck, baby, just like that, so perfect." Shane muttered, kissing away the fresh tears that spilled down Ilya’s face. "Are you sure you want another one? It's a lot, I know." He asked gently, moving the wand away and lowering the intensity on the massager.
"Y-yes, I'm sure, g-green, please," Ilya panted, gasping in stuttered breaths.
"Okay, just let's get some water in you first, alright?" Ilya nodded, and when Shane moved away, he whined, suddenly feeling cold. His thighs clenched together, keeping the dildo from slipping out as he moved to lean up a little and accept the open bottle of water Shane handed him. He took a few small sips and handed it back, collapsing back on the bed. Shane took a sip of the water, too, then moved to hover over Ilya again.
"Good?" He asked, and Ilya just smiled brightly at him. Shane chuckled, rearranging the toys scattered around them again, leaving the almost empty box within reach after retrieving the satisfyer from it.
"You want me to use a condom?" He made sure, even though he knew the answer.
"Fuck no, want to feel you, want you to cum inside me, please," Ilya whined, and who was Shane to argue with that?
He nudged Ilya’s legs open again, settling between them. He used one hand to pull out the dildo and the other to keep Ilya open for him, and slowly sank inside, groaning at the tight heat. He had been hard again for what felt like hours, ignoring his own need to make sure his husband was cared for, but now he finally had some relief. He could feel the rhythmic thumping of the massager through Ilya’s thin walls, and it was threatening to throw him over the edge way too fast.
"Holy shit, you feel so good, baby." He groaned, pausing when they were pressed flush together. He grabbed the satisfyer, inspecting it for a moment before bringing it down and carefully placing the silicone opening over Ilya’s clit, looking up into his eyes as a last check-in. Ilya just moaned blissfully, so Shane turns it on and starts dragging his hips in a slow rocking motion.
"Ohmygod," Ilya gasped, throwing his head back, reaching up to clutch desperately at Shane's shoulders. "Ha- harder," he moaned, and Shane couldn't help but comply, picking up speed with his thrusts. He kept one hand on the toy to hold it in place, the other supporting his weight by Ilya’s side as he leaned down to press their lips together. It wasn't much of a kiss, mostly just panting and moaning into each other's mouths, but it was enough at the moment.
"Ilya, baby, you feel so good, I can't hold on much longer." Shane moaned. He pressed down to trap the satisfyer between their bodies, reaching for the massager instead and changing the setting up, one by one, listening to Ilya’s moans pitch higher with every setting. He stopped somewhere at the fifth, maybe sixth one, and then went to do the same with the satisfyer while gradually speeding up his thrusts.
Ilya was moaning nonstop, high-pitched and desperate, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. He clawed at Shane's shoulders and back, trying to gasp out words that vaguely sounded like his husband's name, maybe a few profanities, and some Russian babbling. He was holding back, and Shane couldn't have that.
"You're so perfect, baby girl, I love you, my beautiful husband, I want you to cum for me baby, can you do that? Can you cum with me?" Shane whispered, his hips by this point snapping at a speed that would have been impossible for anyone who isn't an overachieving athlete. Ilya whined again, and Shane pressed the button on the satisfyer a couple more times, bringing it up to its highest setting.
Ilya screamed again, thrashing and twitching as he squirted all over Shane's cock and groin. Shane gave a couple more thrusts and stilled, spilling deep inside Ilya’s heat. He moved the satisfyer away, turning it off quickly and dropping it on the bed, then reaching down to turn off the massager. He didn't pull out yet, not himself or the toy, and just leaned forward again to press soft kisses on any part of Ilya’s face he could reach.
"That's it, baby, you did so good, I love you. You're so good. You were perfect," Shane babbled between kisses, making Ilya giggle tiredly.
"No, you are perfect. This is perfect birthday. Thank you." Ilya said softly, curling a hand into Shane's hair and holding him close until they managed to breathe normally again.
"So now plugs, yes?" Ilya smiled, and they both moaned a little when Shane's cock inside him gave a valiant twitch. Shane grabbed the plugs from the box, adding some more lube for good measure, and carefully pulled himself out of Ilya, quickly pushing in the softer silicone plug. He made sure it settled in right, then moved lower, pulled out the massager, and replaced it with the metallic plug, smiling to himself at the blue jewel at the base of it.
"You want me to carry you to the shower?" Shane asked, and Ilya nodded, reaching his hands up in the air, waiting to be carried. Shane rolled his eyes but smiled as he stood up from the bed, sliding his arms under Ilya’s knees and back, lifting him up bridal-style. "You're such a princess." He said fondly, placing a kiss on Ilya’s forehead, and went into their ensuite bathroom. He prepared in advance, and there was a plastic chair waiting inside the shower where he placed Ilya.
Ilya whined, squirming in the seat, trying to sit comfortably without the plugs sending him into another orgasm. Shane grabbed the plastic basket stashed in one of the cabinets and told Ilya to wait there. He went back inside the room and came back a few minutes later with all the toys they just used in the basket.
"Might as well clean these while we're here." He shrugged, and Ilya couldn't help but laugh at how adorably practical his husband was. Shane helped him undo all the straps and placed the lingerie set by the sink to wash by hand later. They showered in comfortable silence, and Shane helped Ilya where his limbs felt too noodly to move much. He washed his hair for him, and when they were done, he helped him dry off and get into a fresh pair of underwear, then carried him back into the bedroom.
Ilya wasn't surprised to see the messy sheets in a heap on the floor, a clean set already placed on the bed. Shane must have done that when he was gathering the toys. Shane placed him on the bed and pulled the covers on top of him before getting in himself. He didn't say anything when he cracked open the can of coke and handed it to Ilya, then took the pack of Oreos and ripped it open. Ilya took one, chewed slowly, and watched Shane drink down half a bottle of water.
"Thank you." Ilya whispered.
"You're welcome." Shane smiled.
They fell asleep not long after, cuddled together, with Ilya’s hips still twitching minutely to settle into the feeling of being so full, and no matter how exhausted he felt, he found himself entirely impatient for the next morning.