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Shane had been out running errands for hours, grabbing things like food for his diet, toilet paper,
toothpaste, the gross and absurdly sugary coffee Ilya liked, those kinds of things. To his surprise, he was having much more fun running errands than expected.
On the drive back, he couldn’t wait to get home to his husband. Perhaps he was developing separation anxiety.. but he truly didn’t give a singular shit.. and thankfully, he was able to make it there quicker than he expected—not that he was speeding.. too much.
And when he finally arrived there, you would’ve thought he was timing himself to see how quickly he was able to get his purchased items up and into his home—soon to be.. their home.. considering that Ilya was moving in soon. That’s the real reason why he may have splurged a bit on home shopping.
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With a sigh of contentment, Shane placed his hands onto his hips, smiling at his work and how he organized their things. He was about to go and take a nice, long, and steamy shower until he heard a voice calling out to him.
It sounded.. far away and maybe a little—what?—small. “Shanya.. is you?” Ilya repeated, the word pulling from his chest in a drag. Ilya’s voice definitely came from Shane’s room, so, to ‘Shane’s room’ Shane went, quickly opening the door.
And oh.. God. He sometimes wondered how he was able to snag this man.. but in reality, he shouldn’t have been wondering such a thing due to the fact that it was Ilya who had snagged him.. perks of being the most attractive player in the NHL. The blonde male lay sprawled out on his.. their? bed, one forearm placed over his eyes, the other sprawled out on the bed.
Cautiously, Shane approached.. oh. he failed to acknowledge the fact that a fucking cloud of smoke had drifted out of the room the second he’d opened the door. Maybe he’d gotten distracted by his lover's pretty face.. but now it was all he could focus on. As he walked into the room, he could literally see the smoke in the air. “Jesus, Ilya. You know how I feel about you smoking,” he complained, sighing while making his way over to where his boyfriend laid.
“Daa, this I know,” he replied, sentence nothing short of a whine as he sat up on bed, taking a hand through his hair when Shane plopped down next to him.
“You know? Then why did you smoke? And especially in my.. our room, baby? I told you that if you couldn’t help yourself, you could do it outside.”
“Mm, sorry. Please?” Ilya asked, shuffling over until he was close enough to Shane to lay his head in his lap. He instantly wrapped his arms around his waist as he nuzzled himself there, reeking of the smell of weed.
Shane let out a quiet scoff but still tangled his hand in his boyfriend's lovely curls, scratching against his scalp as his gaze drifted off to the wall in front of him. “Ilya.. are you high?” he asked, but he was pretty sure he knew the answer to the question already.. and he was proven correct when Ilya slowly nodded his head, whimpering against Shane’s stomach. “I believed so.. ‘please’ what? What are you asking of me, baby?”
“I want.. kiss me? I need you.” He whined.
“You have me, mon cher,” Shane responded, offering a small smile while leaning down, closing in the space between them until his mouth pressed softly into Ilya's, peppering kisses onto his lips, earning himself needy moans from his boyfriend's mouth each time he pulled away. He gave Ilya one final long kiss before pulling back completely, watching with a grin as his lover chased his mouth before giving up and slumping back down onto his lap.
“Pozhaluysta, Shanchka,” he whimpered.
“You already said please. What is it now baby?” Shane replied, beginning to scratch his scalp once more.
“Touch me, lyubimyy. Want you.”
“I am touching you, Ilya.” He couldn’t help but giggle at him, knowing what he was actually asking for and still not giving it to him. Shane’s laughter eventually quieted down to a soft exhale, his face now more serious than it was before. “Seriously.. I don’t think you’re in a state to sleep with me when you’re this intoxicated.”
Ilya groaned at him, turning over until he was able to stare up at his boyfriend once more. “Oh my God, Shane. You are so boring.” he moaned, turning his head to the side and placing a small bite against his stomach, causing Shane to gasp, clearly shocked. “Is fine, da?” Ilya added before adjusting himself again until his mouth was pressed against Shane’s crotch.
Shane’s hand instantly went from scratching Ilya’s scalp to grabbing it tightly, sucking in a breath when he felt his boyfriend's hot mouth engulf him through his pants. “Ilya..” he groaned as Ilya reached a hand up and unbuttoned Shane's pants, zipping them down only seconds later. “Baby, you’re high. Let’s get you something to drink and then take a nap, yes?”
“Mm, okey.” He whispered, and Shane actually believed him—believed that they were stopping and that they’d take a nap instead. The thought of it made him a little sad, but Ilya's eyes were so low and red that he believed that this would be a better option. After a few moments, Ilya sat himself up and pushed off of the bed.
Maybe in his mind he moved way faster.. but in reality, it genuinely took him almost an entire minute to stand up. He was on cloud fucking nine, clearly. “Good, baby,” Shane cooed and quickly took back one second later.. after Ilya had turned to stare down at him, reached down to grab the bottom of his knees, and lifted his legs into the air. The noirette gasped, hands immediately flying to the sheets beside him in order to ground himself after being thrown off his sitting balance completely. “Ilya! What are you—fuck.”
Shane’s initial confusion almost immediately turned into desire. He tried to contain himself, he really did. But it’s fucking hard to do so when the love of your life has you folded in like a pretzel and is roughly rubbing—humping his cock on yours while you’re both completely clothed. Ilya leaned down, causing Shane’s legs to damn near touch his shoulders. Ilya loved how flexible his boyfriend was; thank God for boring Canadian yoga. He groaned right into his ear as he rolled his hips against Shane's, provoking him for a reaction.. for anything—for more.
“Shane.. Shane,” Ilya closed his eyes, chanting his lover's name as he picked up the pace, earning himself another moan from his boyfriend's mouth, reveling in how Shane had begun to return his advances. “Fuck me, hm? pozhaluysta—..pozhaluysta? I fucking want you.”
“Right now?”
“No, Shane. One million hours from now—yes, da. now. Is what you want too?” Shane nodded and bit his lip. Ilya would’ve loved to tease him more.. maybe call him a cockslut or a whore, but he was quickly distracted by the hot pooling sensation in his abdomen. He gasped, realizing that he was about to come from only rubbing against his boyfriend like a fucking dog. He didn’t care.. he sped up, chasing his pinnacle as strings of moans began leaving his mouth.
Shane wrapped his hand around the back of Ilya's neck and yanked him closer, pulling him in until their lips crashed together.. and Ilya sobbed, his hips stuttering before he began violently shaking above Shane as he emptied himself in his fucking pants like he had no home training, now whimpering into his boyfriends mouth, his hips still moving to ride the wave as Shane held him tight and whispered praise against his lips.
Eventually Ilya pulled back, stumbling as he got
to his feet. Shane propped himself up on his elbows and stared up at him.. then looked down at the damp spot in his pants.. then back up to him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “So you hump like a dog when you’re high? got it.”
“Fuck, ..yes. Sorry—I did not mean to.. should I..—I will suck your dick, da? Come,” Ilya stammered, reaching out for him, embarrassed that he came first.. and in his pants nonetheless. Shane continued to grin up at him.. and then he shook his head no. “Lyubimyy.. no? Please?”
“No, Ilya,” He doubled down, but still reached out for Ilya and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer until he was standing in between his legs. “You’re going to lay down and I’m going to fuck myself on your cock until I come.”
“Shanya, I can not. I just—”
“I don’t care. Lay the fuck down. I let you have your fun—and now you’ll have your punishment for smoking in the house,” he bit back, his hand surging forward and latching itself onto Ilya's wrist. He pulled, yanking Ilya forward until he fell onto the bed, swinging a leg over his lap instantly and letting himself plop down right there on that very same wet spot on his pants from before, earning himself a shocked groan as Ilya’s back arched off of the bed.
“If you want me to stop.. tell me to stop, hm? I don’t want it if it will make you scared.. or—..or uncomfortable.”
“Da, okey. I want. Please.”
“Please what, Ilya? Tell me,” Shane asked, already undressing himself. It was fairly easy to do.. and in no time, he was kicking his pants off, not even bothering to fold them or put them into the laundry basket.
“Shanee,” he groaned, feeling his face and ears heat up. Under any normal circumstance, he wouldn’t be in this position—he wouldn’t be so.. submissive or whiny with him. But he was so fucking high that he could hardly think. He only felt the urge to be good for his boyfriend right now. “Pozhaluysta. Just.. fuck, lyubimyy. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock until you come.” he sobbed out, his hips subconsciously rutting up against Shane’s underwear although he was still soft & recovering from his last orgasm. “Da? Fuck me.”
“Good boy, puppy. So good.. asking for what you want.” Shane exhaled softly and then propped himself up on his knees, reaching behind him until his hand touched the buckle and zipper of his boyfriend's pants. Without even looking, he was able to unzip AND buckle them, leaving the rest to Ilya who instantly took the hint and lifted his hips to be able to slide them down his muscular thighs. He didn’t pull them all the way down.. his pants and underwear were bunched right above his knees.
He truly didn’t get the chance to pull them all the way down because Shane had reached behind him once more, staring down at his lover with a sex hazed grin as he pulled his underwear to the side, earning a groan from Ilya that couldn’t have been pulled from anywhere but his chest–he’d almost fucking growled at Shane–who was already grabbing his soft—well, his maybe 20% hard cock and pressing it into his hole. Thankfully(?) Ilya had fucking destroyed him in the previous night, so he didn’t need to be opened up from the beginning.. especially with Ilya's come as a lubricant for them. Ilya practically yelped as his cock slid into his boyfriend inch by inch, his back arching off of the bed and his eyebrows
furrowing when Shane’s perfect fucking ass was finally pressed flush against his pelvis.
Shane gasped above him with a grin at Ilya's reaction, giving him zero time to get used to the feeling before he was already moving, fucking himself on his boyfriends cock just like he’d begged him to. In addition, Shane grabbed Ilya's hand and yanked it forward, using two of his hands to make Ilya's close tightly around his cock, crying out when he immediately took the hint and began moving his wrist.
“Yeah, baby—nng, fuuck—keep touching me, don’t stop,” Shane demanded, lifting and dropping himself on Ilya's cock over and over again, eliciting the same pained—yet sexually blissed out sob from his mouth each time he moved. He was clearly overstimulated, but at the same time.. he was enjoying it so much. Much more than he initially thought that he would.
Shane looked down at Ilya, his eyes narrowing on each and every reaction emitted. Ilya’s eyes had
gone glassy with tears.. maybe even a little hazy. He took this as a sign to speed up. Ilya fucking sobbed, his eyes rolling back as Shane bounced on top of him a few times more before switching to a needy grind, now chasing his own orgasm. Ilya began moving his hand faster, tightening his grip when he realized that Shane’s pace had begun to stutter and quicken all at once.
“Ah.. ah, oh shit, baby. I’m—!!” He attempted to warn as he resumed grinding a few times more.. and then fucking exploding, both his legs and his hole clenching around Ilya as he sobbed out, spilling over Ilya's hand, quickly deciding to place his on top of Ilya's to make him keep stroking, continuing to grind atop his cock. He was riding himself through his orgasm and it somehow triggered an.. unexpectedly large reaction from his lover.
“Nyet..-no! Don’t clen—” he rasped, unable to finish his sentence. ”Shanya, my dick. Is.. weird, Shane fu—ah, God.. fuuck!” his back arched from the bed so violently that he almost sat all the way up, his hips fucking into his boyfriend despite having no strength in his body. Multiple streaks of tears flooded past his blue eyes, sliding down the sides of his face while he stared up at his boyfriend, unable to make out a sentence—only able to gasp as his eyelashes fluttered and trembled.
Shane hummed feeling him pulse inside once more.. he couldn’t help but continue to grind, slumping down against him as they helped one another through their orgasms.
Then.. moments later, there was nothing other than their own breathing and soft moans of body regulation. And that was when it hit him. He didn’t feel Ilya come inside him.. he felt him, but not.. it—“Mon cher.. did you maybe-.. have a dry orgasm?”
“Fuck.. leave me alone, Hollander. Already killed me and now you ask dumb question.”
“Tell me. You did, didn’t you?”
“Jesus, Shane. Da, okay? I fucking did. You fucked me so hard that I came dry and almost lost my life,” he blurted out, fed up with the questions..but still answering them. “Happy now, I hope. Shower now?”
“Mm. Shower now. But if you smoke in the house again, I'm going to be much meaner.”
“Meaner? You will hit me? Very hot—try it now.”
“Oh my God, fuck off,” Shane giggled, leaning down and placing a kiss against his lips before lifting himself off and standing up. Already walking away.. because he knew Ilya would follow.
He was instantly proven correct when Ilya stood up and quickly chased after him, smiling ear to ear, still on cloud one hundred as he walked into the bathroom behind Ilya. “Shanyaaa, I love you.”
“I love you more, Ilya. Now come and shower—and do not touch me.”
“Fucking boring.”
END… or is it?
