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Ilya pulled his Mercedes SUV into the driveway of their home in Ottawa. Even though he would never admit it to anyone, the thought of it being theirs still gave him butterflies. Today had been Shane’s third practice with his new team, the Ottawa Centaurs.
They were both pleasantly exhausted and had left the rink relatively quickly once Ilya had managed to drag Shane away from the ice. Not nearly fast enough however, to avoid the obligatory chirping from their teammates about rushing home to break another bed. Shane was never going to live down what had happened at the Vancouver hotel the previous week after their first away game. Money was no object of course, with both of them being professional hockey players, but Shane would have much preferred to pay off the hotel staff without an audience consisting of nearly all his new teammates.
However, Ilya did not seem to share in his mortification, nearly unable to stop laughing for twenty minutes. Although he still got a bit redder at the memory of that day, deep down Shane was grateful. It was so refreshing to be able to joke with his teammates freely about his relationship with Ilya, and to know that when they laughed, it was always with him and not at him. The playful ribbing made him feel truly welcomed, the memory of the painful silence and disgusted glares within the Montreal locker room melting away.
However, Shane was still himself. Determined to prove his worth to this team that had taken a chance on him (even though everyone with eyes and a brain could tell that Shane was an absolute steal for Ottawa’s roster). He had gotten on the ice before most players had even arrived at the rink, and stayed well after the organized drills had finished.
After 25 minutes of (frankly unnecessary, if you asked Ilya) skating and shooting drills that Shane had set up for himself, Ilya moved from his place on the bench where he had been watching and skated towards Shane. He quickly stole the puck Shane was about to shoot into the open net, and scooped it up onto his blade in a sort of half “Michigan”. He then threw it up and knocked it out of the air and across the rink.
Shane rolled his eyes at his antics, but there was a hint of a smile there that he was struggling to suppress. “Don’t you think the ice has had enough abuse today зайчик?” Ilya murmured against Shane’s helmet as he leaned into him. Shane turned his head to look into his husband’s hazel eyes, and still couldn’t believe the amount of love that always poured from them. He really couldn’t believe he would get to feel the warmth they ignited within him for the rest of his life.
“Yeah, sorry I got lost in it for a minute” Shane replied as Ilya helped him clean up the pucks and various cones scattered across the ice. “You really do not have to do all this Shane, team loves you, coach loves you, and you play great every game so far, you deserve to relax more, you do not have to impress anybody” but, Ilya continued with a smirk growing on his face “if you are trying to impress a certain captain of this team, I wouldn’t be opposed”. Once again Shane couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, however the smile couldn’t be more obvious as it overtook his features.
“Well I should probably get heading home then huh?” Shane countered with about as much coyness as he could muster. “If I want to have enough time to properly impress my new captain”. Ilya’s ensuing grin could probably blind someone. He grabbed Shane’s still gloved hand and guided him towards the bench.
They both stumbled out of the car, as Ilya pushed the button to open the trunk. They both spent the next five minutes trying to wrestle their hockey bags out of the back of the SUV. Evidently the car had not been designed with two fully grown hockey players in mind. A bad business model if you asked Ilya. How were they supposed to fit all their future kids hockey bags? He would have to figure something out, because despite his newfound domesticity there was still no way the Ilya Rozanov would be caught dead driving a minivan.
Once they had finally won the battle with the constraints of the vehicle, they made their way to the back of the garage to unpack their bags. Once there were two fully formed piles of hockey gear, one neat (Shane's) and one that looked like Hayden's toddler had been tasked with organizing (Ilya’s), they both headed into their home to greet Anya. She quickly padded over and began running circles around them as if they had been decades and not a couple of hours.
Ilya scooped her into his arms and Shane began to scratch behind her ears, just how she liked it. After about ten minutes of doggy cuddles, Shane couldn’t ignore the itchy feeling of drying sweat on his back. He gave one last kiss to Anya’s warm fur (he was as much of a softy for her as Ilya) and began to guide his husband toward their room by their entwined hands.
As much as Shane liked to protest given all of his lavish properties, their ensuite bathroom was definitely over the top. Their bath that sat in one corner was definitely a hot tub in disguise and their shower could probably comfortably fit at least two other people. Not that it ever would, because despite Ilya’s teasing about a threesome, they were both extremely possessive of the other and hated the idea of sharing with someone else.
Once they both undressed, which took way longer than necessary as they both decided to “help” the other, they stepped into the steaming spray of the shower. Ilya began reaching for Shane’s shampoo, some fancy organic company that boasted about goat milk or seaweed or some other random thing that Ilya frankly thought didn’t belong in haircare. He poured a little onto his palm and began massaging it into Shane’s scalp. After rinsing and conditioning the rest of Shane’s hair, Shane spun him as he swiped some of Ilya’s curl cream onto his fingertips.
As much as Ilya loved to take care of Shane, he also enjoyed this too. He especially loved it when Shane rose onto his tippy-toes to reach the top of Ilya’s curls, which was the cutest thing. Once they finished with their hair, they moved onto soap and body wash. Ilya massaged Shane’s tense muscles in his shoulders, while he moaned and praised his fingers, and if one minute later the massage derailed into a heated makeout session, while neither of them could really be blamed.
However they were both deeply exhausted from the two hour practice they had just finished and couldn't go much further than that. They finished cleaning up and wrapped each other up in their fluffiest towels. They had originally got them monogrammed when they moved in together so as to not get them mixed up, but that quickly proved pointless as they both couldn’t resist being wrapped up in each other’s things. The “Ilya” rested just between Shane’s shoulderblades as he elected to wrap himself up like a burrito.
Shane made his way over to their (also lavish and ridiculously sized) walk-in closet, as Ilya went to the kitchen to retrieve some bottles of Gatorade, after putting on the lounging clothes Shane had handed him. After finding a glacier freeze zero for Shane and a fruit punch for himself, he made his way back upstairs.
However he stopped at the doorway into their room, and took in the sight before him. To anyone else it would seem insignificant, but seeing Shane, his husband, curled up in their shared bed, in nothing but boxers and one of Ilya’s Ottawa hoodies, the beginning of Rozonov clearly displayed across his back. While that image would be burned into his mind for the rest of his days.
If he wasn’t deeply exhausted, he would have jumped on the bed and began tearing that ridiculously domestic outfit off of Shane, but they were both in need of sleep and would have to leave any plans of lovemaking for the morning (not for both of their dicks' lack of trying). Ilya crawled into the bed beside Shane and pulled him close.
“You look so fucking adorable котик” Ilya mumbled into the space just above Shane’s ear. Ever predictable, Shane’s freckled cheeks began to blush as he nuzzled further into Ilya’s hold. Ilya reached over and handed Shane his gatorade. As much as they would both love to simply sink into the warm bed and sleep, it was important to stay hydrated, especially after such a grueling practice.
Once they had both finished, they placed them on their bedside table, and curled back up into each other. “Споки дорогой, сладких снов” Ilya murmured to Shane as he gazed into his endless dark brown eyes. Shane’s eyes then focused in concentration. “Spoki Ilyusha” he replied in a soft sleepy voice that made it sound more like spooky than anything. However, in Ilya’s opinion, the awkward pronunciation made it all the more adorable.
Maybe this was how Shane felt when Ilya spoke English. He had always hated his own accent, but hearing Shane as he learned Russian made him appreciate his little Canadian accent. Shane had a pile of Russian language learning books in his office, and a few scattered here and there around the house. When Shane first suggested that he learn Ilya’s native language, Ilya had encouraged him but didn’t have any high expectations of the other. But he should have known, this was Shane after all, he had never done anything in his life halfway.
His understanding of the language had vastly improved and he truly was making strides with his pronunciation and grammar. He had lately also been focusing on moving away from the Latin alphabet to the Cyrillic one. It made Ilya’s heart melt every time he picked up his phone to see a little message Shane had sent him in the letters that were so familiar to him.
He pulled Shane closer to nuzzle into his hair, he really truly couldn’t believe this was his life.
Ilya woke the next morning to sun rays caressing his face from their large window. The other side of the bed was still warm but empty, except for a small note. Ilya picked it up and smiled. Scrolled on the paper in Shane’s neat careful writing was a small message in Russian. Я вернусь, я тебя люблю Илюша - Shane, with a little lopsided smiley face drawn at the end. He was probably out on one of his completely unnecessary day-off morning runs.
Out of the corner of his eye Ilya spotted four or five other identical notes that had been balled up and rewritten. Recently he had been seeing Shane diligently working at their kitchen table when he thought Ilya was busy. Upon further inspection he had seen it was one of those children’s cyrillic writing workbooks. Even though its target audience was probably decades younger than Shane, the focus with which he practiced could rival one studying quantum physics.
When he had asked about it, Shane had replied that he wanted to be able to text him and write little notes the way Ilya was used to reading them. He already spent so much time surrounded by the English alphabet, and at least between the two of them, Shane wanted to be able to write in a way that was familiar to him. God, Ilya loved this man.
He then turned as Shane reentered the room. “Aw man I was gonna try to sneak back in bed before you woke up” Shane grumbled as he threw his sweaty shirt in the hamper. “Can’t sneak anything past me любимый, you should know this by now” Ilya said as he made what can only be described as grabby hands at Shane. He walked closer and pecked Ilya on the lips, but dodged his attempt to yank him back down to bed. “Mm, no i’m all gross, i’ve gotta shower” He said as he smiled down at his husband’s overly exaggerated pouting face.
“Hurry up then, I want to finish what I started last night” He said with a hungry look in his eye. Well if that wasn’t enough to motivate Shane, he didn’t know what would be.
Sure enough, ten minutes later he was being pinned down by an eager Shane, who had (much to Ilya’s chagrin) opted for his classic hoodie and shorts combo. At least, Ilya would get to rip them off of him now. Shane’s face was still flushed from his run which made his adorable little freckles pop out, and well, Ilya really wasn’t god’s strongest soldier.
He flipped them over and wedged his knee between Shane’s thighs so that he would have something to grind down on as Ilya kissed and nipped at his neck. Shane moaned softly as his hips inevitably moved upward against Ilya.
After leaving what would probably become a hickey on Shane’s neck (he’s possessive, sue him) he pulled back up to plant soft kisses on Shane’s freckles. Leaning back down once more, Ilya spoke a soft and breathy, “Mm what do you want to do?” directly into Shane’s ear. Shane gazed up at him with the fully blown pupils of his glassy brown eyes. “You know what I want" Shane whined as he leaned up for a kiss.
Ilya indulged him for a moment, kissing him softly but deeply. With one last kiss planted on Shane’s cheek, he spoke. “Mm-mn, no you have to tell me what you want” He teased as he brushed a strand of hair from Shane’s eyes. Shane whined again as a shy smile overtook his face.
“I wan’t you to fuck me” Shane looked up at him again, “please Ilya, come on”. As soon as the words left his mouth, Ilya captured Shane’s lips in another passionate kiss. He dragged his thigh against Shane’s hard length until he was whimpering into his mouth.
Ilya slid down the bed, a tiny bottle of lube somehow magically appearing in hand, the fancy kind he bought for Shane since he seemed to appreciate the texture more than other ones they had tried. He planted open mouth kisses on Shane’s abs, hips, and thighs as he pulled off the shorts Shane had thrown on. He pressed a kiss to the tip of Shane’s cock, and trailed little kisses and licks down the side of his erection. If Shane could form a coherent thought right now, he would be wondering if it was medically safe to be this aroused.
Ilya continued to lick and suck on Shane’s cock as Shane buried one hand in Ilya’s curls and another in the sheets beside his head. Shane thought he would have moved on to getting him ready by now, but Ilya seemed perfectly content to focus on Shane’s pleasure and bring him to the brink with just his mouth.
“Oh-Oh my god Ilya” he gasped out as his fingers twisted where he had been gripping the sheets, “I’m gonna cum, w-wait”, but he was interrupted by his own moan as Ilya swirled his tongue around the tip of Shane’s cock. With a kiss pressed to his slit that nearly sent Shane over the edge, Ilya pulled back. “Isn’t that what you want малыш?” he asked with a faux confused face.
Shane whined “Wanna cum on your cock—please” he begged. Ilya slid back up Shane’s body, unable to deny such a request. He clicked open the bottle and quickly slicked up three fingers. Even though nowadays Shane usually preferred the stretch of only using two, they had both been exhausted last night, the effects of the season wearing off on them, and Ilya wanted to make sure everything they were about to do was comfortable and pleasurable for his boy.
He reached down to tease and circle Shane’s sensitive rim, until he was a writhing, begging, mess. He slowly pushed the first finger in and Shane’s breath hitched as his eyes fell closed. This part never used to be his favourite, but ever since he and Ilya had confessed their real feelings for one another, he felt so intimate and close with Ilya while he prepared him. Ilya never treated it as a means to an end, his blown pupils poured into Shane’s as he drank in every micro-expression that crossed his face.
“Mmn- another, please Ilya” he breathed into his boyfriend's ear. “So needy любимый” Ilya whispered before peppering Shane’s face with kisses. He obeyed and slipped in a second, letting Shane wiggle his hips to adjust before curling them upwards to the spot he knew made Shane lose it.
Sure enough his head tipped back, eyes still closed as he ground back onto Ilya’s hand, moaning softly. “Ilya- I need you please” Shane begged into the electric air between them. “One more малыш, don’t worry you’ll get what you want” Ilya replied as he slipped in the third and final finger, carefully pushing in and stretching them apart.
Shane had begun to nip and bite at Ilya’s neck in an attempt to get him to give in. Finally he relented and slipped his fingers out to slick up his cock with more lube. Once he felt he was sufficiently covered, he leaned back down to kiss and lick into Shane’s mouth.
Shane moaned around his tongue “mn- please Ilya” he looked down between them and shifted his hips to line Ilya’s cock up. Ilya leaned back up to notch his head against Shane’s hole. He then slowly pushed inside as he rested his forehead against Shane’s, listening to the sound of his open mouthed moans.
“я так тебя люблю” he purred into Shane’s forehead, punctuating his confession with a roll of his hips. Shane’s pretty brown eyes opened as he whimpered at the pressure against his prostate.
“детка моя, does it feel good darling?” Ilya cooed as he sped up the rock of his hips, watching as Shane’s eyes rolled back. “Yes fu- Ilya, fuck, fuck it feels so good, mmn- please” Shane whined as he tried to meet Ilya’s thrusts.
Shane’s cock bounced against Ilya’s abs with every roll of his hips adding to the overwhelming pleasure consuming him. He leaned up to chase Ilya’s lips, and Ilya indulged him, pushing him back down and softly kissing his boy.
At this point neither of them could hold on much longer, the slick heat between Shane’s legs driving Ilya insane. “Mmmng- fuck Shane, god you feel so good Зайчик” Ilya groaned into Shane’s mouth. He readjusted, pulling Shane’s hips closer, hitting even deeper than Shane thought was possible.
Shane keened as Ilya pounded into his prostate over and over. His cock drooling steadily onto his husband’s abs. “FUCK, Ilya fuck, I’m gonna cum, please, please, please”. Gripping and pinning Shane’s hips down with his broad hands, Ilya focused all his attention on making Shane cum.
“Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me” Ilya whispered as Shane trembled under his fingertips. “Ah- Ah fuck, fuck, Ilya” Shane’s cock spurting against his abs. Ilya slowed his thrusts but made sure to keep rolling into his husband to guide him through his orgasm.
Finally, Ilya slowed to a stop, leaning down to press kisses to the face of his beautiful husband. Shane caught his breath as he giggled at Ilya’s onslaught of affection. However, once he had slowly regained his bearings, Shane realized that Ilya was still hard inside of him.
He whined, rolling his hips in an effort to encourage Ilya to continue, to which his husband stopped him with a hand on his stomach. “Don’t wanna hurt you любимый” he whispered as he pressed a slow loving kiss to Shane’s lips.
However, Shane wasn’t having it, he rolled himself over (only somewhat gracefully) , arched his back, and looked over his shoulder at his husband, giving him his best doe eyed gaze. “Please Ilya, please fuck me”.
And honestly, who was Ilya to deny his husband anything he begged so sweetly for. He helped arrange Shane’s legs into a comfortable position and lightly guided Shane’s head down until he was pressed into the pillows. Ilya had done quite a bit of research into their pillows to find ones that could properly support Shane’s neck, since it was no secret his husband liked to be held down and thrown around in bed.
He never wanted Shane to be scared or in pain, especially when he trusted Ilya to take care of him when they had sex. His Shane was so precious to him, and nothing would ever come before his husband’s comfort.
“Are you sure малыш? You’re not too sore?” He lightly traced the rim of Shane’s hole, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort in those deep brown eyes. “I’m okay Ilya, I want it so bad, please, want you to cum in me”.
At that Ilya leaned down to press a kiss to the skin just beneath Shane’s ear. “Fuck любимый, you’re unbelievable” He lined up his cock and pushed the tip inside watching as Shane’s mouth dropped open in a moan at the stretch. “Mn- Господи, fuck baby, how are you still so tight” Ilya gritted out, as he pushed the rest of the way in.
Shane moaned into the pillows at the praise and the feeling of his husband splitting him open. “Huh- harder Ilya” he begged. Ilya pulled Shane’s hip up towards him and softly pushed his head down into the pillows. He then sped up his thrusts, listening to the sound of Shane’s little “ah ah ah’s” matching his rhythm as Ilya fucked him.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, Shane’s whiny moans making it all that much harder to hold on. He flipped Shane over, spitting in his hand and gripping his husband’s aching cock. He jerked Shane off to the rhythm of his thrusts as Shane scrambled to grip onto the bedsheets. Their moans grew louder and louder until Shane finally quieted, his mouth dropping open as he writhed on the bed, looking down at where they were connected.
Sure enough, a second later Shane’s cock spilled into Ilya’s warm hand, the sight sending Ilya over the edge as he buried himself deep within his husband. He pressed kisses all over Shane’s face, paying extra attention to his cheeks and nose where his freckles were dusted across. Once Shane had come down from his high, he smiled up at his husband, the sweet private smile he saved for Ilya. It always made Ilya’s heart flutter to know he was the only one who got to see this side of Shane, completely relaxed and happy.
He laid down beside Shane and softly pulled him onto his chest, beginning to play with his soft hair. Shane made a contented noise and snuggled even closer into Ilya. “We’ve got practice soon” he mumbled into Ilya’s chest. “Hm- just a couple more minutes” Ilya whispered back as he planted a kiss into Shane’s hair.
Sure enough, a few minutes later Shane extracted himself from Ilya’s hold and pulled his husband up from their bed, despite his many protests. “Don’t you want to shower together?” he said with a knowing grin thrown back towards his husband. At that Ilya’s attitude entirely changed and they both quickly made their way into the ensuite to start their day.
Once they made it to practice, they found their respective stalls beside one another and dropped their bags down. Then they made their way to the team gym to stretch before practice. This had always been routine for Shane, but Ilya had also adopted the same habit he used to find unnecessary. He’d never admit to it though.
Setting up on the matted part of the floor, Shane ran them through various stretches and poses while Ilya tried his very best not to get hard in the middle of the team gym. It wasn’t his fault every pose could easily be turned into a sex position. Whoever created these techniques definitely had wanted to torture Ilya.
Once they got to the open hip stretches, Ilya knew he was done for. He pulled his husband into a sweet, but slightly dirty kiss, to which Shane lightly pushed at him. Nonetheless he could still see the deep blush covering his husband’s beautiful features.
“Keep it in your pants Roz” Dykstra commented with a smirk as he entered the gym, starting to warm up on the opposite side, and if Ilya made him skate an extra two laps at the end of practice that was neither here nor there.
Once they were done with their warmup they headed back to the changeroom to suit up for practice. Shane began retaping their sticks as Ilya filled their water bottles. They had built these little routines ever since Shane signed with Ottawa, to anyone else it may seem insignificant, but after years of sneaking around in hotel rooms, to just be able to do these little things for one another, uncaring of whether they were being observed meant more than anyone would realize.
As Shane finished the knob of Ilya’s stick he grabbed the sharpie he kept in his tape bag and scrawled a little note onto the grip of Ilya’s stick. “My Love” written in his perfect handwriting with a little heart drawn beside.
Ilya returned with their bottles and when he noticed the little note he tackled Shane into the side of his locker and attacked his cheek with kisses. Shane giggled as he halfheartedly tried to push Ilya off of him. “Get off of me you big puppy” he said pressing his own kiss to Ilya’s hair. Despite the cold of the locker room Shane was filled with warmth in the face of Ilya’s beaming smile.
Even though it definitely made getting dressed take far longer than necessary they both leaned into each other as they tied their skates, relishing the feeling of one another's presence.
As they made their way onto the ice Shane pulled Ilya into a little hallway and pressed him against the wall. He leaned upwards and lifted slightly onto the tips of his skates to press a kiss to Ilya’s lips. “I love you” he whispered into the kiss. As he drew back Ilya wrapped him in his arms and squeezed. “Love you so much малыш” Ilya whispered into his husband’s hair, unable to believe how lucky he was. He got to play on a team with the love of his life and be as affectionate as he wanted without fear.
He knew Shane was still harboring guilt over keeping them in the dark for so long, even though it was fueled by his anxiety and Ilya didn’t blame his husband one bit. However, he could tell Shane tried to make an effort to engage in more PDA when he was feeling safe enough.
Ilya rubbed a knuckle back and forth over Shane’s freckles as Shane closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “Ready to get out there моя любовь?” he said and Shane smiled his determined hockey smile back up at him “Always” he said, and then his eyes took on a more devilish look “Captain” he said with a smirk jogging as much as he could in skates back towards the ice.
Now Ilya was going to have a massive problem (literally) the entire practice if he couldn’t get a grip.
Coach Wiebe had them doing small area battles in each corner of the ice, and sure enough Shane and Ilya got paired together.
“Ready to eat the ice, Rozanov?” Shane said as he lined up for their drill. “Oh I wouldn’t be so cocky котенок” Ilya smirked back as he shoved Shane to the side as the whistle was blown. Unfortunately, despite his slight cheating push, Shane was just a little faster than Ilya and caught up with him rather quickly.
Soon enough they were in a tangle of limbs as they fought for the puck against the boards. Shane managed to wiggle his way out from underneath Ilya and took off towards the net. Ilya raced after him and just as Shane was about to pot a goal Ilya checked him hard and stole the puck.
After catching his breath, Shane darted back after his husband to return the favor. After a few more minutes of roughhousing between the two, Wiebe called everyone back over to the boards to explain the next drill.
Shane and Ilya were both completely out of breath and consumed by laughter as they slowly made their way over to the rest of the team.
By the end of practice they had both checked the other into the boards more times than they could count and would surely be covered in bruises by the time they got home. Though judging by the way their pupils were dilated and cheeks flushed more than could be blamed on the practice, those wouldn’t be the last bruises they left on one another that night.
They made their way back to Shane’s car and Ilya stopped Shane before he could get in the driver’s side and pressed him into the side of the car. He stepped into the space between Shane’s legs and captured his lips in a messy kiss. Shane softly moaned into it as Ilya cupped his head and softly buried his hand in his hair, the other making its way onto Shane’s hip to pull him closer.
They broke apart after nearly half a minute, panting into each other’s mouths. Ilya took the opportunity to latch onto Shane’s neck to suck and bite at the sensitive skin. Shane moaned into Ilya’s shoulder as he fought to keep quiet. Ilya lined up his leg in between Shane’s, grinding his thigh into his husband’s growing erection.
“Huh- mmn- fuck Ilya” Shane panted out “w-wait until we’re at home”.
“Mm- fine” Ilya said with one last peck pressed to Shane’s lips. “But I drive, you will crash us, no more blood in your brain” he said with a laugh and a pointed look down at Shane’s pants.
Sure enough when Shane looked down he was sporting an erection that was anything but subtle. “Fuck you” he said punctuating it with a light shove to Ilya’s shoulder. “Not my fault you decided to maul me in the middle of the parking lot”.
Ilya climbed into the driver's side and grabbed Shane’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb softly across Shane’s knuckles as he pulled out onto the road.
Once they had made it back home they walked hand in hand up towards the house, much faster than was necessary. Shane dropped his keys as he hurried to unlock the door, Ilya’s hands snaking their way onto his hips and his mouth pressing kisses to the back of Shane’s neck.
Thankfully Anya was still sleeping on her fancy dog bed in the living room and the two were able to sneak past and tumble their way up the stairs, Ilya pulling at Shane’s shirt while he worked on Ilya’s pants.
“Need you to fuck me” Shane said as he crawled backwards onto the bed, Ilya climbing over him. He yanked off Shane’s pants and kissed down his stomach until he got to his aching hard cock, kissing his way up to the tip before taking it into his mouth. “H-hah mmn- fuck Ilya” he buried one hand in his husband’s soft curls and grabbed at the pillows behind him with the other.
Ilya sucked him all the way down until his nose was pressed into his neatly trimmed pubes, which was impressive given the fact that his husband was Hung, with a capital H. He then pulled off and licked all the way up the side before swirling his tongue around the tip in the way that he knew drove Shane crazy.
All the while Shane was letting out the most obscene moans as his grip in Ilya’s hair tightened with every lick.
Ilya was in heaven.
He loved taking care of his husband like this, and as much as he teased Shane for his oral fixation, he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his husband’s cock filling his mouth. He moaned around Shane’s length, sucking it messily.
Ilya could tell his husband was about to cum based on the way he trembled through each moan and the blush covering his pretty freckles increased. He then reluctantly pulled off of Shane’s dick and pushed his legs back until they were pressed nearly above his head. Shane’s eyes were blown and wide as he shifted his hips to get in a more comfortable position.
Even after all this time he still wasn’t used to Ilya eating him out, he still struggled with feeling self conscious even though he always cleaned very thoroughly in the shower. Ilya however held no reservations about going down on his husband, he loved it. Loved the feeling of Shane trembling above him, loved being so intimate with the love of his life.
Whenever Shane refused to let him do this since it had been too long since he showered, he of course respected his wishes, but still moped and pouted until Shane shut him up by kissing him. To say Ilya was pathetic for his husband would be a massive understatement.
Ilya leaned down to press sloppy kisses to Shane’s thighs, feeling him shiver slightly above him. He looked back up at his husband with a face splitting grin before diving down to kiss his husband’s hole. He then began leaving little kitten licks around the rim, just enough to tease Shane and get him feeling desperate.
He felt his husband’s hand snake into his hair, not quite guiding, just holding on. That had to be one of Ilya’s favourite feelings in the world. Strong yet gentle hands burying themselves in his hair. Whether roughly pulling when Shane was feeling particularly dominant or softly caressing and scratching his scalp, he couldn’t get enough.
He licked at his husband with vigour, desperately trying to ignore his throbbing erection which responded to his love’s soft moans and bitten off whimpers. Sucking and nibbling on his husband’s entrance reducing him to a gasping, whining mess.
“God Ilya- Fu-Fuck Fuck Fuck” Shane looked down at his husband with his wet doe eyes. Ilya was going to lose his mind, and he hadn’t even been touched yet. Just simply pleasuring his husband had him worrying about coming prematurely. He really was gone.
“Ilyusha please I won’t last” Shane begged “Fuck me please”. Ilya smiled and leaned down to whisper in his husband’s ear. “Don’t worry зайчик I’ll give you what you want” he coed.
He reached over to their side drawer as Shane nuzzled his cheek. Once he found the oil-based lube that Shane liked. “On your side for me любимый” he said as he gently rubbed Shane’s hip. Slotting himself in behind his husband, he slicked up his fingers. He then softly circled his rim before slipping the first inside. Ilya then nosed at his husband’s neck before sucking a hickey just below his ear.
Shane was already whining and pressing back onto his finger. Sometimes Ilya couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He knew Shane still harboured a little insecurity about maybe not being as good in bed as his previous hookups, yet Ilya had never had his mind blown like he had with Shane. Every time they tumbled into bed together it still felt new, hot, and exciting. He would always be in awe of his husband, so in love he felt it burning in his chest, never wavering.
“Feeling good дорогой? Ready for another?” Ilya crooned in his ear. Shane nodded eagerly, panting into the pillows. Pressing in again, Ilya cupped Shane’s head, softly caressing his hair.
Once he felt Shane was ready he crooked his fingers, searching for that sweet sensitive spot. Shane jolted and cried out as Ilya found it, rubbing back and forth. “Oh god -lyusha, fuck feels so good” Shane slurs out in between whimpers.
Ilya continued to abuse that spot, switching between pumping his fingers in and out, and stroking his prostate. By now Shane’s eyes were rolling back in his head. “I-lya, I can’t, mnot gonna last” he mewled out.
“Mmm thats the idea зайчик” Ilya purred into his ear “Don’t want you to last, want you to feel so fucking good you can’t even think about holding on” He began moving his fingers faster, yet somehow not losing any precision as he worked to make his husband tumble over the edge.
Shane was openly moaning now, he tried to turn into the pillows to muffle the embarrassingly loud noises that were escaping him, but his husband gently pulled his hair, guiding him back to lay facing up. “No hiding sweetheart, want to hear your pretty noises” Ilya soothed as he gazed into Shane’s wet teary eyes.
Suddenly, Shane came with a sob, panting so hard against Ilya’s neck, he was almost worried. Ilya guided him to lie on top of him, caressing his back until his breathing slowed. Shane began pressing kisses all over Ilya’s chest. “Fuck that was so hot” he mumbled against his husband’s skin.
“Wanna ride you” Shane purred as he sat himself back onto Ilya’s aching cock. “Are you sure малыш” Ilya asked as he rubbed his knuckle over Shane’s freckles. Nothing would ever come before his husband’s comfort and pleasure.
“Yeah, please, wanna make you feel good” Shane begged, lightly grinding back against his husband's dick. Ilya leaned up to kiss him, licking into his mouth.
Ilya helped guide his husband’s hips so that he was lined up properly, then eased him down onto his cock. Both men groaned at the feeling, Shane of the thick, hard cock splitting him open, and Ilya of the tight slick heat enveloping him.
Once he adjusted to the feeling of his husband inside him, Shane began to rock his hips, building up a rhythm. Soon enough he was bouncing up and down in his husband’s lap, moaning and whining at the feeling.
Ilya was gazing up in ecstasy at the love of his life rolling his hips as he rode him. He kneaded the plush swell of Shane’s ass, feeling his control slipping as Shane slid up and down his cock. “Oh god любимый, you feel so fucking good” he gasped out.
Shane’s dark eyes were completely blown, as his mouth hung open in a silent moan. “Are you close?” he whimpered. Ilya nodded as his eyes rolled back. He managed to reach a hand over to jerk Shane off. Soon enough they were both coming. Shane trembled as he spurted onto Ilya’s abs, meanwhile Ilya spilled hot streams of cum deep inside his husband.
Shane slowly pulled off with a whimper, feeling Ilya’s cum drip down his legs. Before he could even say anything, Ilya was already there with a warm wet towel he had somehow managed to conjure out of thin air. Softly swiping between his husband’s legs making sure to gather up any remnants of his release.
Even though Shane loved the feeling of Ilya coming inside him, Ilya knew he liked to feel clean after when they cuddled. Shane couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Everyone always referred to Ilya as a rough, playboy, asshole, yet they couldn’t be further from the truth. His Ilya was a kind and caring, as well as a sweet and gentle lover.
Shane always felt safe and taken care of, not only when they had sex, but in every aspect of their shared lives.
Once Ilya had made sure to thoroughly clean his husband, he softly pulled him down onto his chest and got him comfortable, before pulling up the covers to tuck them in. He began to play with Shane’s hair, a sure way to send him into a deep sleep.
Shane mumbled against his chest “I love you so much Ilyusha, я тебя люблю”. Ilya’s heart could burst. His husband lay curled up on him, sleepily professing his love in Ilya’s own mother tongue. He couldn’t ask for a more perfect life. “Я тоже тебя люблю, Шаня, I love you darling” he whispered back, cuddling him impossibly closer.
They both fell into a warm deep sleep, snuggling together, just how they would for the rest of their lives.