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Warm morning light woke Ilya first.
Shane was still curled into his side, tucked under his arm and snoring softly. His dark hair was a little wild. His freckles almost shimmered in the buttery light. He was painfully beautiful. Ilya turned his head and pressed a tender kiss to Shane’s forehead.
Carefully, he extracted himself from the other man, getting up. He walked to the bathroom, pissed and brushed his teeth, then returned to the bedside. He grabbed his phone off the charger and checked his email, looking for one thing specifically.
Your package will arrive today.
Perfect.
Ilya set his phone down and went to the walk-in closet. He opened the drawer where they kept Shane’s ultra-sensory-friendly clothes, selecting a complete outfit. He carried the bundle to the bedroom, setting the clothes on Shane’s bedside table. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers through Shane’s hair, taming the errant strands.
Shane’s eyes fluttered open, the golden morning light making the pretty brown of his eyes lighter. Ilya was completely infatuated. He smiled gently. “Morning.”
Shane stretched out with a little noise, rubbing at his eyes. “Morning. Time’sit?”
“About 8:30. I have request.” Shane hummed to show he was listening, eyes closing slowly. “I want full day of Papa.”
Shane peeked an eye open. “A whole day? We did it two nights ago,” Shane pointed out, yawning. He wasn’t objecting in the slightest, just curious.
Ilya ran his fingers over Shane’s cheek, smiling. “Yes, whole day. Two nights ago, today, does not matter. We could do it every night, I would be happy.”
Shane returned the smile, grabbing Ilya’s hand. He kissed Ilya’s palm, nodding a little. “Okay. Papa day. But, uh… First?” Shane asked, nodding down to where he was hard beneath the comforter.
Ilya followed Shane’s eyes, chuckling. “Yes, first. Is Papa duty, to take care of you.” He tugged the blanket down, exposing Shane’s naked body. Shane spread his legs invitingly, Ilya immediately moving to settle between them.
They got off together, Ilya wrapping a big hand around both their cocks so they could both fuck his fist. After, Ilya cleaned up their combined mess from Shane’s abs with tissues from the box on the nightstand.
Shane rolled off the bed and disappeared into the en-suite, coming back after a few minutes. Ilya had tugged on some sweatpants, waiting for Shane at the end of the bed, the pile of comfy clothes next to him. Shane walked to his boyfriend, standing between his spread legs.
Ilya dressed him with gentle, confident hands, leaving kisses wherever he could. Shane let himself be moved and dressed, steadying himself with his hands on Ilya’s bare shoulders. “Are you hungry?”
Shane nodded, watching Ilya tie the string on his pajama pants. Ilya finished tying the bow and stood up, pressing a kiss to Shane’s lips. Ilya took his hand and led him down to the kitchen, pulling a chair out for him at the breakfast bar. Shane sat down, accepting another kiss before Ilya went to the fridge.
“I am going to have cereal. Do you want, too? Or do you want your meal prep?”
“Meal prep, please.” Ilya nodded, pulling out one of the labeled containers. He set it in front of Shane, along with silverware, before opening it for the other man. “Thank you.”
“Anything for my baby,” Ilya said with a smile, going to make a bowl of cereal for himself. He sat next to Shane while they ate, ankles crossed. Ilya cleaned up once they were done, sending Shane to the living room.
Ilya joined him with an armful of soft blankets, making a little nest for them on the couch. “We will cuddle here,” Ilya told him, patting the cushion. “And we will watch shows.” Shane smiled.
“What shows?”
Ilya sat down in the pile of blankets, opening his arms for Shane to crawl into. Shane did immediately, curling into his boyfriend’s warm embrace. Ilya hummed happily. “We can watch anything you want.”
Ilya pulled his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the remote app. Shane took it, pulling up Finding Nemo. They settled together, snuggled under the blankets. Ilya ran his fingers through Shane’s hair, nuzzling his nose along the other man’s temple.
They watched the movie in quiet contentment. Shane was almost asleep by the time the credits rolled. He jolted when the doorbell rang, frowning at Ilya. Ilya smoothed his thumb along Shane’s furrowed brow, smiling.
“Relax. Stay here. I will be right back,” Ilya told him, untangling their limbs and standing up. He went to the front door and signed for the package he was expecting, carrying the box into the living room. He stopped in the kitchen for a pair of scissors, balancing them on the box.
Ilya set the box on the coffee table, grinning a little. He was excited for Shane to open the gift. He sat next to Shane, who had sat up to watch his boyfriend with interest. “This is for my little boy,” Ilya declared, patting the box.
Shane reached for the scissors, stopping short when Ilya tsk’d at him. “No, those are for Papa.” Shane flushed a little, nodding. Ilya pressed a kiss to Shane’s temple before he grabbed the scissors, slicing the tape open on the box. He set the scissors aside, nodding to the box. “Open.”
Shane lifted the flaps of the box slowly, a little hesitant. He moved the light blue tissue paper out of the way, reaching into the deep box. His hand touched something incredibly soft. He pulled it out, Ilya watching him intently.
It was a stuffed loon, very obviously custom-made. It was heavier than a normal stuffed animal. The weight was nice in Shane’s hands. Shane ran his fingers over the back of the loon, along the black and white patterned material.
“Do you like?” Ilya asked, sounding a little nervous now. Shane set the loon on the couch next to him and hugged Ilya tightly, arms around his neck. He tucked his face against Ilya’s neck, sniffling softly as tears burned in his eyes. Ilya rubbed his hands over Shane’s back, rocking them a little. “Yes, you like it?”
Shane nodded, clinging to Ilya tightly. “Thank you, Papa,” he whispered sweetly, nuzzling his nose along Ilya’s throat. “I love him. I love you.”
Ilya ran his fingers through Shane’s hair, leaning back so he could rest against the back of the couch. Shane threw his leg over Ilya’s thighs, settling on his lap and immediately tucking his face back into the safe, warm hiding space that he’d become infatuated with.
“Is the fabric you like. Is weighted, for sensory. Can also be warmed in microwave to be heating pad. And in freezer, for ice pack,” Ilya told him, sounding pleased with himself. Shane pulled back and pressed their lips together in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Ilya’s hands settled at Shane’s hips, squeezing them gently. Shane pressed their foreheads together, Ilya brushing their noses together. “What are you going to name Canadian wolfbird?”
Shane sat back a little, thinking it over. He was painfully cute as he carefully considered names in his head. He finally settled on one. “Zacharie. With an i-e. He’s French.”
“Oh, he is French?” Ilya asked, amused and so in love.
Shane nodded, grabbing Zacharie and placing him on Ilya’s stomach, between them. Shane ran his fingers over the soft material, smiling. “Yeah, he’s French.”
“Are you going to have secret French conversations with him? Ones that Papa can’t understand?” Ilya teased, grinning a little.
“Uh-huh. We’re going to talk about so many things,” Shane said, flawlessly switching to French.
“Brat,” Ilya accused without heat, gently pinching Shane’s side.
“No!” Shane yelped as he jerked away from the pinch with a laugh, throwing himself off of Ilya’s lap and back into the pile of blankets they’d been cuddling in.
Ilya set the stuffed loon on the coffee table, carefully throwing himself on top of Shane. “You can’t get away that easy, not from Papa.” Ilya pinned Shane down with his hips, tickling Shane’s sides with gentle fingers.
Shane squirmed, laughing while he pushed at Ilya’s hands. “No more! No more!”
Ilya stopped after a few more seconds, grinning. “Okay, okay.”
Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya’s neck and his legs around his hips, clinging to him. “Thank you for Zacharie, Papa. I love him. And I love you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I love you too.”