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Ilya hadn't anticipated how much he would appreciate fucking Shane bare.
It wasn't something he'd ever cared about before. As far as he'd been concerned, if you couldn't enjoy sex while wearing a condom, then you weren't having sex right.
It was already so good with Hollander, Ilya had assumed foregoing condoms wouldn't make much of a difference.
Everyone was wrong sometimes. Ilya thought as he pressed his thumb into the fucked-pink rim of Shane's asshole and watched as his own cum dripped out.
"Fuck." Ilya breathed.
Shane's asshole twitched, so Ilya blew on it more intentionally. It clenched and relaxed, another trickle of cum spilling out.
"Shane." Ilya said. "Tell me if you are too sensitive."
"Wah?" Shane said, lifting his head from the pillow.
Ilya kissed his ass cheek and then ran his tongue along Shane's crack.
"Oh." Shane breathed. "No, go ahead."
He dropped his face back into the pillow.
Ilya grinned. He pressed his face between Shane's cheeks, palming them with both hands, just for the sheer pleasure of it. He started licking lower this time, dragging his tongue from the back of Shane's balls and up, lapping across his hole.
Shane tasted of sweat and musk, and Ilya's own bitter cum. There was just the faintest hint of the bland lube Shane preferred.
Ilya groaned and pressed his face deeper, bobbing his head with his next lick so he could be sure he was getting the full range. Ilya had to stop himself from pausing to focus on any one feature of Shane's lovely body, from his soft, tender balls – with just the faintest prickle of stubble left from Shane's relentless shaving routine – to the tender little patch of his perineum, where Ilya's cum was gathering as it leaked out of Shane's hole, to Shane's hole itself, a slick well of heat and cum, still surely tender from Ilya's cock. Even Shane's crack held some appeal, it tasted of salt and sweat, pure Shane where everything southward was tainted with Ilya's spend.
Ilya licked again, not letting himself pause, even when his tongue dipped too deep into Shane's hole, triggering another flood.
"Ilya." Shane groaned. "Stop teasing."
Ilya pouted, making sure to press his lips to Shane skin, so his boyfriend could feel it. "I'm not teasing, you like when I touch you this way."
Shane huffed, twisting so he could peer over his own shoulder to meet Ilya's eyes. Fuck, Ilya's boyfriend was so flexible. So sexy. "If you're going to lick your cum out of me, actually do it. Don't just tease and rub your face all over me."
Ilya hummed. 'Why not both?' He wanted to ask, but well, Shane had been especially good tonight, and that probably deserved a reward. An additional award. Ilya had made him cum twice so far.
"Bossy." Ilya said. He pressed his tongue to Shane's hole, plugging it up and letting his cum pool against it. Then he pulled his tongue in and sucked. Shane whimpered, and Ilya's mouth filled with cum.
Ilya would grin if his mouth wasn't so busy.
He scrapped his teeth as best he could against Shane's rim, which wasn't much, given the size of Shane's lovely ass-cheeks, but certainly was enough to have Shane yelping and trying to pull away. Ilya shifted his grip on Shane's ass to catch him and pull him back against Ilya's face. He arrowed his tongue as deep into Shane's hole as he could go and wiggled it, tasting his spend where it remained deep in Shane's hole.
Then he withdrew his tongue and sucked again.
By the time Ilya was done licking and sucking his cum from Shane's hole, Shane was whimpering and whining into his pillow and shoving his ass back into Ilya's face.
"Can I fuck you again?" Ilya asked, surfacing for air.
"Oh my God, Ilya, please." Shane whined, nodding frantically.
Ilya could imagine how his pretty brown eyes would be watering as he begged. Ilya groaned at the image. He reached down to palm his cock, which had refilled during Ilya's long tonguing section, and was definitely ready to go again.
"Yes. Okay." Ilya replied he pushed himself onto his hands and knees, and crawled over Shane's body – making sure to let his cock trail over Shane's muscular legs on the way – to pin him down and rub his cock over Shane's thoroughly abused hole.
Shane groaned, pleased, and pushed his hips back into Ilya's cock, like he was trying to shove it in with his magnificent asshole alone.
Ilya bent his head so he could press kisses to Shane's neck and shoulders. Then he reached down and lined himself up.
Shane impaled himself on his next thrust.
Ilya had to stop himself from showing his cock in with one fell swoop.
Oh yeah, sex with Shane was definitely better than any other sex in the world.