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Climbing into Shane’s plush bed together came easily in the comfortable afterglow. The filming room was forgotten, and wrapped up in the soft grey blankets, it was like they were just here for them.
Perhaps they were.
Both wearing cozy clothes, the bed is a haven of softness. The sun is setting, bathing the room in a golden haze. Ilya’s fingers scratch gently against Shane’s scalp, enjoying the weight of the brunet pressing against him.
Shane’s voice is soft, barely audible, “I think I like you.”
Ilya’s chest hitches, and he tugs Shane closer when he tries to retreat. “I like you very much, Shane.”
“Oh,” Shane breathes out, “Well, that’s good.”
Ilya huffs an amused laugh, poking his fingers into Shane's side and laughing harder as Shane flails.
“Stop! Release me! You’re like a child!” Shane screeches, whacking Ilya with his swinging arms.
Ilya relents, wrapping his arms around the other and tugging him close. “I am not a child. If I were, you would be in a loooot of trouble, pretty boy.”
“Shut up, you know that’s not what I meant!” Shane argues, his face only inches from Ilya’s now.
“Oh, yes? How do I know that?” Ilya’s voice is sultry, teasing, and his hands fall to Shane’s hips.
Shane takes the bait, surging forward to kiss Ilya and shut him up.
Ilya smiles into the kiss, licking and sucking at Shane’s lower lip and earning a soft groan. Bingo. Ilya flips Shane onto his back, letting his hands slide up and down his torso and kissing him until the brunet is panting.
“Ilya,” Shane says softly, looking at Ilya as he slides down Shane’s body. He tugs at his shirt and kisses his chest, holding the fabric up.
“Yes, Shane?” Ilya says, his mouth finding Shane’s nipple, biting and sucking on the stiff nub.
“Get naked, get naked right now,” Shane hisses, smacking Ilya off of his chest and tugging his own shirt the rest of the way off. Ilya only grins wider, sitting back to tug off his own shirt. He stands from the bed to take off his pants and boxers, giving Shane enough room to do the same.
“So needy,” Ilya teases, climbing back onto the bed and over Shane, “you like me or something?”
“Yes, come on and fuck me about it already!” Shane snaps, starting to roll over onto all fours before Ilya puts a hand on his hips to stop him.
Ilya silently maneuvers him onto his back and settles between his legs, only speaking once Shane’s legs wrap around him. “I want to see you, and I want to kiss you.”
Shane surges up and kisses him, a sloppy kiss full of desire and wanton need. Without releasing Ilya’s lips, Shane reaches to his bedside table and manages to grab the lube from the top drawer, shoving it into Ilya’s hand.
Ilya takes it, regretfully detaching from Shane’s lips and kissing down his body again, now without the restriction of clothing. He hikes up Shane’s legs, folding him in half to access his hole. He spits on it, enjoying the way Shane moans at the treatment.
His tongue pushes into the hole easily, the muscles still stretched from their earlier performance. Shane moans, and Ilya relishes the way his legs squeeze his head.
Shane smacks his shoulder, whining, “Ilya, come on, I’m already ready.”
Ilya hums against his hole, enjoying it for another second before he pulls back. He flicks open the bottle of lube, covering two fingers and letting it warm while he kisses and licks Shane’s inner thighs. Shane whines, but Ilya ignores it, closing his lips around the tip of Shane’s rigid cock and licking against the slit.
His fingers slide easily into his hole, and Shane’s dick twitches in his mouth as he presses it deeper. Ilya preens at the noises Shane makes, each flick of his tongue wringing more from him. When Shane finally kicks Ilya’s side, he pulls off and chuckles. “Fine, fine, yes. I will fuck you now, princess.”
“Less talky-talky, more fucky-fucky!” Shane snaps, his hands landing on Ilya’s shoulders.
Ilya lets himself be pulled up, his fingers sliding out of Shane and using the remaining lube to slick up his cock. “So sassy when you’re not trying to be sexy for the camera, hm?” Ilya teases, lining his cock up and pressing in just the tip.
Shane doesn’t bother asking for more, instead squeezing his legs around Ilya and pulling him in roughly. Ilya lets out a broken moan as he slides in deep, his voice stuttering as his hips meet Shane’s ass.
“Fuck! You’re fucking- what is it when a dog is crazy? Rapid?” Ilya hisses, his nails digging into Shane’s hips.
“Rabid. And I’m not rabid, I just need you to fuck me already.” Shane loosens his squeeze around Ilya’s hips, allowing him the space to move.
“Fucking rabid,” Ilya mutters, a fond smirk on his face nonetheless. He starts a punishing pace, rocking into Shane hard enough that their skin slaps together loudly. Shane’s answering moan is beautiful, and Ilya lets the search for more noises egg him on.
Shane’s nails dig into the smooth skin of his back, enjoying how Ilya’s muscles tense and flex at the assault. “I want you to fuck me hard,” Shane whispers, voice smooth and seductive, “and then I want you to cum in me, Daddy.”
“Fuuuck,” Ilya’s voice shudders, fighting to keep his hips from slowing. One of his hands plants onto the headboard, the other grabbing Shane’s cock to give it teasing attention. Shane moans, clenching around Ilya’s length and earning a moan from the blond.
“Jerk yourself off,” Ilya says, voice rough as he releases his hold on Shane’s cock. Shane makes a whiny noise as Ilya lets him go, but follows the instructions regardless. Ilya takes advantage of both hands being free, grabbing onto Shane’s hips and leveraging them to slam back against Ilya’s pelvis with each thrust.
It must be hitting Shane’s prostate dead on, given how he trembles and releases a wanton moan. Ilya does his best to keep the angle just right, leaning in close to Shane’s ear and telling him, “Come for me, pretty boy. Wanna feel you squeeze around me, puppy.”
Shane shudders, mouth dropping open in bliss as he finishes, cum splattering against his stomach and chest. Ilya gets in another three solid thrusts before he’s coming, the tight clench around his cock all-consuming.
Ilya allows himself to collapse onto Shane, careful not to put down his whole weight while his cock slowly softens inside the brunet. Shane’s hands find their way into his hair, scratching at his scalp and lightly pulling on his curls.
Eventually, he pulls out, following Shane’s commands to clean him up with wet wipes from his bedside table. Once they’re moderately clean, Ilya blankets himself over Shane again, this time pressing his whole weight into him at the brunet’s insistence.
Shane smiles to himself happily, arms wrapped around the broad, freckled shoulders of his partner.
Partner?
“So… we should keep doing this, yeah?” Shane says softly, his fingers pressing into Ilya’s skin anxiously.
Ilya doesn’t say anything for a moment, his mouth licking and nipping at Shane’s exposed neck. As Shane gears up to speak again, Ilya says, “I wanna keep you.”
The words building on Shane’s tongue fall away, his mouth open in shock at the open expression of want. Ilya powers through, voice only slightly unstable as he says, “I really like you, Shane.”
Shane kisses the top of Ilya’s head, letting him continue to hide his face against the plush swell of his chest. “I really like you too, Ilya,” Shane says softly, his nose tickled by the soft blond curls.
Shane can feel Ilya’s grin against his chest, his teeth then nipping a bite into the smooth skin. Shane yelps, smacking his hand against Ilya’s bare back.
“I think I should stop filming with anyone else,” Ilya says, his head lifting to make eye contact with Shane, “only film with you.”
Shane’s cheeks flush, a grin finding its place on his face. “Sounds pretty good to me,” he says, eyes locked on Ilya’s. “So, what does that make us? Exclusive? Dating?” Shane wonders aloud, his fingers drawing invisible patterns on Ilya’s skin.
“Will you be my boyfriend?” Ilya asks, his cheeks tinted with a blush he will later deny.
“Yes,” Shane breathes out, “only if you’ll be mine.”
Ilya surges forward and kisses him, his head nodding as their lips meet. Shane can feel his enthusiasm, the heat of the kiss oddly comforting.
“You'd better take me out on a nice date soon,” Shane teases, his lips brushing against Ilya’s as he speaks.
“Deal,” Ilya agrees, already planning the perfect date in his head.