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Ilya was hard when he woke up.
Obviously.
He’d been hard on and off all night ever since he and Shane came to bed after their bath, and Shane announced that he wanted to sleep naked instead of in his perfect little matching pyjama set.
And when Ilya did finally drift off to sleep, with his dick pressed against Shane’s ass cheek, all he dreamt about was Shane, legs open and hole flickering with a desperation to be played with. So obviously, he woke up hard.
He felt it as soon as he began to surface, his arm draped across Shane’s stomach, face resting on the pillow by Shane’s shoulder. He was almost certain Shane would be hard too, as he usually woke up with an aching dick every day which always needed to be seen to by Ilya’s hands or mouth. And last night, Ilya had close enough to promised Shane that he would wake him up with his head buried between Shane’s perfect thighs, mouth inching closer to his hole. He wanted Shane to feel the delicate shocks of pleasure that always led to something more. Ilya loved it when they did that.
Shane was lying on his back, legs pressed flat to the mattress, in a perfect position for Ilya to nudge his thighs open and begin to take him apart using only his mouth. He felt like he was still dreaming - having a big, muscly man in his bed like this, all warm and inviting and a sucker for being woken up with a tongue on some part of his body, made Ilya feel like he was still asleep and lost in his dreams.
But Shane Hollander-Rozanov was very much real and very much Ilya’s.
“My Shane,” Ilya whispered as a smile tugged at his lips. “Need to eat you out.”
Ilya loved eating Shane out. He loved the way he tasted, the musky smell of Shane’s body hair in his nostrils. He loved the way Shane twitched and mumbled and eventually groaned with each delicate lap of Ilya’s tongue against his rim.
Ilya had woken Shane up with his mouth many times before. Whether his mouth was on Shane’s cock or his hole, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because Ilya knew how to lick or suck or bite just right to make Shane feel good, even when he was just stirring from a deep sleep. Ilya wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more: him or Shane.
There was something so beautiful about Shane letting himself be so vulnerable with Ilya when they had sex. Whether it was trusting Ilya enough to let go completely and shut his mind off as he transported to another place or if it was asking him to wake him up by sucking him off or eating him out because it felt so fucking good, Ilya thought Shane was so beautiful and so brave. Ilya always felt so fucking incredible before he even got the chance to cum because Shane gave all of himself to Ilya.
Ilya, who, right now, was so hard his dick was aching. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He slipped out of the bed and slowly tiptoed to the bottom of the mattress where he could climb back on and spread Shane’s legs easier. He got himself in a perfect position to begin to kiss Shane’s legs and leave little bite marks against his thighs, ones he knew would blossom into soft pink and red bruises. A temporary reminder on Shane’s skin that he belonged to Ilya, but the image a permanent one in his mind regardless. He would take a picture. Lock it away in the album with their sex tapes.
Ilya wasn’t going to record this part. He wanted this for himself. He wanted to see his husband so blissed out before he turned the camera on and recorded him fuck Shane into the mattress. The camera deserved to see his perfect round ass in the air, but only Ilya deserved to see Shane coming to with his limbs fizzing with pleasure.
“Ah, gorgeous,” he mumbled into the firm muscle of Shane’s thigh. “My beautiful boy. Going to make you feel so good like I promised, Shane.”
Ilya didn’t want to be too hard with his teeth or apply too much pressure that it broke Shane’s perfect, delicate skin. So he dug a little firmer with one final nip of Shane’s skin before sucking a wet, soothing kiss over the teeth marks. And suddenly, he was right where he was destined to be - his favourite place in the world - Shane’s perfect, pink fucking hole.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Ilya whispered as he flicked his eyes upwards to still find a sleeping Shane above him, despite the grunt and rub of the eye which usually meant Shane was waking up. “My favourite meal. Breakfast is served.”
As soon as Ilya pressed his tongue to Shane’s hole, in one firm but swift movement, he felt his husband begin to stir. Ilya wasn’t surprised.
With his hands gripping into Shane’s thighs, holding them upwards, he flicked his eyes up and over Shane’s perfect belly and delicious tits, and moaned against Shane’s hole. So deep and full, Ilya felt his moan vibrate through Shane and in his own chest. Shane’s thighs tightened, Ilya’s grip on them loosened, and he knew that if he died like this, eating out his perfect fucking husband, that he would die a very, very happy man.
“Fuck,” Shane. His voice laced with thick sleep. Ilya moaned again. “Good morning, baby.”
Ilya smiled, his tongue working faster, licking around Shane’s rim then pressing in ever so lightly, before pulling away and repeating the cycle. He knew Shane liked it best, stimulation to the thin muscle then a firmer lick inside, over and over again. He liked the teasing rhythm of it, the way Ilya was delicate at first then became more serious with it, like he was desperate to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.
“Jesus, Ilya,” Shane, despite the lack of control he had over his lower half, managed to lift his back off of the mattress in the most perfect arch. “Fuck.”
Ilya could feel the soft trembles in Shane’s legs, the involuntary spasms becoming more intense as Shane started to lose it. Not even five minutes of eating Shane’s sweet hole and he was already shaking like he had finished ten times.
Ilya paused for a moment, pulling his tongue away from Shane’s rim and beginning to kiss it. He let Shane’s legs go languid and listened to the way his whimpers became more pathetic as emptiness washed over him. No more tongue teasing at his hole, just soft, floaty kisses that were barely there.
“Ilya, please,” Shane tugged at his husband’s messy curls, wrapping them around his fingers. “More.”
“Ah ah,” Ilya laughed, lifting his head and trailing his right index finger up Shane’s thigh. “Is fun. You taste good. But I know how close you will be to cumming if I keep going. Will not be able to get any further than putting in the tip before you cum everywhere.”
Ilya kissed Shane’s hole again, mouth lingering a little longer, his tongue slipping out and pressing against him, licking at the rim. Ilya was desperate to run his mouth all over Shane’s body, all over his perfect fucking length, but God, his fucking hole. Ilya’s tongue in Shane’s hole. It was everything.
“Sorry,” Ilya pulled away more harshly now. “I tease you and I am sorry. I said no more. Need you to last for me as I fuck you into mattress like pathetic toy you are, yes?”
Shane could just about mumble in response as he forced his heavy, tired and freshly opened eyes into the side of his forearm.
“Use your words, Shane,” Ilya began to rub his fingers up and down Shane’s hole, teasing at his taint, caressing his balls, before pressing at Shane’s rim to replace his mouth. “I know is a lot for so early in morning, but I need you to tell me if is what you want.”
“Fuck me however you want, Ilya,” Shane gasped, mustering the strength to raise himself upwards using his elbows. Ilya smiled as he caught a glimpse of his husband, still half asleep with rosy red cheeks and freckles painted over them so beautifully. “Want to be your toy. Then later, you can lie between my legs and eat me out for hours.”
“Sounds like perfect day off,” Ilya nodded, excitedly, as he lifted his own body from the bed, awkwardly positioning himself so he could reach for Shane’s lips. “Taste yourself, Shane. Is good, yes? Better than that meal we had at Michelin star restaurant in New York last week.”
Ilya slipped his tongue into Shane’s mouth now, their cocks brushing together causing Shane to twitch so pathetically that he moaned into Ilya’s mouth, lips parting further, giving him a better fucking taste of himself on his husband’s tongue.
Better than that meal we had at Michelin star restaurant.
“Fucking hell, Ilya,” Shane pushed his husband backwards, hands placed firmly on his chest. “Fuck.”
“What?” Ilya pouted. “You do not like how you taste?”
Shane rolled his eyes, whimpering and tensing and almost crying as he felt his hole tense around nothing but air.
“Shut up,” Shane sighed, flinching when Ilya pressed his index finger to Shane’s hole. “It’s not that.”
Ilya raised an eyebrow, dragging his finger away from Shane’s hole. He hummed under his breath.
“What is it then?”
Shane grunted and closed his eyes. Ilya watched him, attentively, and then pulled away, worried he’d done something wrong. Shane was still half asleep, body now buzzing with a teasing sensation of pleasure. By studying his face, Ilya decided that his husband looked content, but he refused to touch him until he knew for certain that Shane was okay.
“Fuck,” Shane shifted on the bed. “It’s that you’re not fucking me yet, Ilya. Jesus.”
“Oh,” Ilya laughed, lowly, as his lips tugged into a smile. “You are so fucking desperate. You little slut. My husband is a fucking slut for my cock.”
Ilya sat between Shane’s legs, abandoning his puffy pink lips and focusing all of his attention on Shane’s hole. He watched closely as the muscle spasmed, pulsated almost, flicking his eyes upwards so he could see the way Shane’s face contorted with pleasure without Ilya even touching him.
“Watching you is so fun, Shane,” Ilya sucked his index finger into his mouth, wanting to get it wet and ready for Shane’s hole, but also wanting to make Shane cry from his needy, pathetic desperation. “Watching the way your eyes close like you are dreaming about how it feels for me to touch you.”
“Ilya,” Shane shook his head. “Please. You said no teasing. Just want you, baby.”
In a swift nod, Ilya lowered his head, inching closer and closer to Shane’s rim, and he spat. Hot and stringy spit, directed to the very centre of Shane’s hole, where Ilya knew he was most sensitive. He spat like they’d ran out of lube and the only thing Ilya had to get Shane wet and prepare his desperate fucking hole was his own spit.
“Oh, my God,” Shane shook his head, tired and heavy eyes filling with warm tears. “Ilya, I need you now. Please. Open me up, sweetheart. Finger me. I need you.”
“Patience, solnyshko,” Ilya used his thumb to swipe his spit up and down Shane’s hole, taking in every delicate flinch of his muscles. “Just need to get you wet. Do not want to hurt you this morning, Shane. Want to make sure you are loose and ready for me.”
Shane just let out a muffled groan, closing his eyes and allowing his head to fall deeper into the pillow. The way Ilya teased him - brushing bold stripes up and down his hole, slightly pressing his finger to Shane’s rim, teasing him, wanting him to get a little worked up because it always made his orgasm better - made Shane see stars.
“Wait,” Shane whispered, tilting his head and reopening his eyes to find Ilya’s eyes locked on his, finger pulling back from his hole. “Fuck. Record us, baby.”
Ilya felt his heart stutter in his chest, eyes widening at the thought of setting up his tripod and recording yet another filthy fucking sex tape, this time with the camera focused on the way his fingers thrusted in and out of Shane’s hole.
“I did not hear you, Shane,” Ilya’s eyes glassed over, head feeling light and floaty. “Tell me what you said again.”
Ilya pressed his fingers to Shane’s rim, desperately close to pushing his index and middle fingers inside. But he didn’t. Not until Shane did as he asked.
“Fucking asshole,” Shane whimpered, shaking his head as his hips began to lift with desperation and need. Ilya glared at him, spare hand flinching with the urge to slap Shane across the cheek but every other part of his body forcing himself not to be aggressive with Shane this morning, and instead to give him everything he wanted. “You heard me.”
“Did not,” Ilya’s shrugged his shoulders as he peeled his fingers away, needing to fight himself mentally, forcing himself to tease Shane until he responded again, even if it wasn’t what Ilya wanted to do at all. “So you will tell me and let me give you what I have wanted to give you all night, or I will tie you up again and go for my run, then feed Anya, then make breakfast for one while you suffer.”
“No,” Shane reached for Ilya’s neck, wanting to feel his soft and delicate fluttering pulse. “No, fuck. I’m sorry. I said, record us. Record us having sex. Record a sex tape of you fingering me open, Ilya. Please.”
“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya groaned, deep vibrations buzzing in his chest, as he lowered himself, mouth returning to Shane’s hole, leaving a wet, sloppy kiss against his rim. “Taste so good, baby. You are so good. I will record me doing whatever you want, to you. My perfect, obedient little slut. Going to open you up so good that you almost cum on my fingers and then I will flip you over and rail you so hard you pass out. Sounds good, yes?”
Shane already felt like he was close to passing out, a mixture of his early morning tiredness and the arousal lingering in his system.
“Sounds like I’m still dreaming.”
Ilya smiled as he left one last kiss against Shane’s hole before leaning backwards and tentatively climbing off the bed, desperate to get back to Shane’s side, to kiss him everywhere and lick at his hole then his mouth so he could taste every sweet last drop of himself.
“Fuck,” Ilya reached for his own cock then, thumb teasing his own slit as he dragged his feet across the carpet to retrieve his tripod from the corner. He was aching, leaking so much, and desperate to fill Shane up with his dick, feel his husband pulsate and tighten around him.
Ilya was so desperate to set up the tripod and place his phone down securely that he almost tripped over his own feet, grunting and muttering under his breath as he forcefully pulled the folded tripod from the corner of the room, rushing to open it and set his phone down. He paused when the tripod was up and his phone was secure, making sure the camera was focused on Shane and pressing record.
“Hi,” Ilya clambered back onto the bed, messily and entirely in a rush, perching himself back between Shane’s legs. “Hi, baby. I am going to touch you now, okay? Do you need lube, or do you want to get my fingers all wet so you can take me that way?”
“Want your fingers,” Shane, like the good, obedient slut he was, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. “Please.”
Ilya smirked, “you loved having my fingers stuffed in your mouth so much last night that you want more?”
Shane grumbled, nodded, and closed his eyes just before Ilya shoved three of his fingers into Shane’s mouth, throwing his own head backwards in pleasure as Shane began to suck with a soft pop.
“That’s it, baby,” Ilya braced himself by placing his free hand on Shane’s shoulder, so close to Shane now that his own cock was brushing against his husband’s tip. “Get them wet enough for your pretty little hole to take. Do not need lube when you get wet like a girl and have all this filthy spit running down my fingers. Fucking slut.”
Shane groaned against Ilya’s fingers, the vibrations making them both feel dizzy, Ilya having no choice but to tighten his grip on Shane’s shoulder.
“God,” Ilya shook his head, eyes wide and heart racing, unable to believe that this submissive man before him - the Shane Hollander - was actually his husband. That he, Ilya Rozanov, was the only man who would ever get to see him like this. “You are so fucking perfect, so desperate for me. If you were a girl you would have soaked bed by now. I bet though, if I touch your dick right now, it will be covered in beautiful precum. You will have wet patch on bedsheets.”
“Hmph,” Shane nodded his head, taking Ilya’s fingers into his mouth so his saliva reached from the fingertip to the joint. Ilya was satisfied that his fingers were more than wet enough, so, without warning, he removed his fingers. “Fuck.”
“Lie back,” Ilya placed the palm of his hand firmly to Shane’s sternum. “Tell me what you want me to do, Shane.”
Shane did as Ilya instructed, lying back in the centre of their bed with the messed up pillows behind his head. He opened his legs, eyes trained on Ilya’s, heart rattling against his ribcage.
“Finger me,” Shane swallowed on a breath. “Fuck. Finger me open, Ilya. Get me ready for your cock.”
Ilya acknowledged Shane’s request without words. Instead, after teasing at Shane’s rim for a second, he forced two fingers inside, watching in awe as Shane took him so incredibly well. The way his back arched as a delightful moan slipped out of his mouth made Ilya feel like he could cum like that, just by watching Shane be overcome by pleasure.
“Oh, baby,” Ilya smiled when his fingers hit Shane’s prostate, curling to make sure the angle was just right. “Feel good? Right there, yes? Your perfect fucking prostate. Jesus. You amaze me, Shane.”
“Feels so fucking good,” Shane’s eyes were closed, his lips were parted, his fingers gripping into the bedsheets every few seconds. “Need more, Ilya.”
“More?” Ilya pushed a third finger in. Easy. He’d had his entire fist inside Shane before, so this felt tame. “Like this?”
He continued thrusting, slowly, less aggressive, more like soft caresses to Shane’s prostate, just teasing him, building him up to the main event. Getting Shane all worked up before his cock was even inside. God, Ilya felt like he could die like this. Truly. He wasn’t sure how his body coped with all the pure pleasure he felt from seeing Shane feel so good. Ilya wouldn’t care if he could never orgasm again as long as it meant Shane could feel good every single day. He was too much of a giver, especially for Shane.
“Yes,” Shane wanted to bite down onto something, preferably Ilya’s bicep, but instead, a moan tumbled over his lips as goosebumps lifted on his skin. “You’re so good at this. So good at— fuck. Fingering me.”
“I know,” Ilya managed to inch his face closer to Shane’s, lips brushing together lightly. He remembered when Shane used to find morning sex gross, adamant that he couldn’t let Ilya anywhere near him until they’d brushed their teeth, but now, he didn’t care at all. He had bigger things - like his pleasure - to care about. “I know I am good, Shane, but you are also so easy for me. You love it so much, yes? Get like this so quickly.”
Ilya’s three fingers moved simultaneously, stretching Shane’s hole more and more with every gentle gesture. Each movement was slow yet meaningful, fingers curling so perfectly to reach Shane’s prostate, causing him to whine and writhe with just how good it felt, eyes rolling back as he let Ilya take control.
Ilya watched as Shane took every single thrust in his stride, back arching, chest heaving and breathing getting shallower as he started to drift away.
“I’m ready,” Shane whimpered, eyes now focused on his husband, smile lifting on his pink lips. Ilya wanted to force his cock between said lips and fuck Shane’s face until he was crying. Looking at how fucking perfect Shane was as he begged for his cock, Ilya - unintentionally - began to thrust his fingers harder, more curled, jabbing Shane’s prostate with each movement. “Fuck. Fuck! I’m going to cum if you keep doing that, Ilya. Please. Want to cum on your cock, not your fingers. Please fuck me.”
“Okay,” Ilya pulled his three fingers out of Shane’s hole, watching as he cried out with the emptiness, actual tears leaking from his eyes and rolling down his face in the same way precum was leaking from his perfect dick and rolling down his length to sit in his pubic hair. “You want me to fuck you, so I will. Hard and fast, Shane, so you forget how to walk. Is okay?”
“Yes,” Shane nodded as he let out a choked cry. “Yes, more than okay. Need it now.”
“Good.” Ilya smiled as he flipped Shane’s body over, causing Shane’s breath to catch in the back of his throat because even though his husband was big and strong and muscly, Shane still didn’t know how Ilya flipped him with so much ease, like Shane was the lightest thing in the world.
He couldn’t even think about it if he tried, because his face was shoved into the pillow, ass lifted into the air for Ilya’s hand to leave a loud, red slap on the firm muscle. Shane winced at the sensation, enjoying how it made his ears buzz as goosebumps lifted in places he didn’t realise it was possible.
“Okay,” Ilya’s tongue sat heavily against his bottom lip in concentration as he lined himself up with Shane’s hole. Ilya could see how wet Shane was from taking his fingers, all damp and sodden with Shane’s spit. “Are you ready, sweetheart? Ready to be fucked like a king?”
“Yeah,” Shane’s words came out like a choked sob, his voice all strained and broken as his cheek smushed into the soft pillow. “Fuck me, Ilya. Hard. Please.”
“You ask so nicely, solnyshko,” Ilya smiled, as he ran the tip of his dick up and down Shane’s pulsating hole, his stomach somersaulting as he watched his own precum mix with Shane’s spit. “Going to rail you, baby. Have you screaming like virgin with tight little hole, fucking into you so hard you are crying and saying my name over and over so you do not forget who you belong to.”
Shane grunted.
“Going to fuck you until I cum and put my babies inside of you,” Ilya gave his own cock two, three, four strokes, before beginning to push his tip inside Shane’s hole. “I know you like thought of that. Being full with my babies. You want me to breed you, Shane? Get you pregnant?”
Shane was so stunned he couldn’t speak, and he wasn’t sure if it was the overwhelming pleasure of Ilya carefully, slowly, entering him, or the thought of Ilya filling him with his babies.
“Perfect round belly, swollen tits, carrying my baby,” Ilya grunted under his breath as he began to stretch Shane out with his dick, properly this time. “If you were girl, Shane, you would be pregnant all the time. You are such a slut for my cum. Inside you.”
Ilya paused then, as he pushed all the way in. Not to give Shane a second to adjust to the size of his dick - because they both knew he didn’t need that - but because he had an idea.
“Ah,” Ilya was tempted to pull out, to leave Shane high and dry and empty, but he himself was too turned on for that. His dick was throbbing inside his husband, in desperate need to begin chasing his release. “I could pull out now and get plug. Cum inside you then force it all in. Eat it out of you as you cry and your cum drips down my face. Fuck.”
“Want that,” Shane whined, Ilya not moving an inch and turning Shane’s attention from the still cock inside of him to the way Ilya’s fingers were gliding over the rump of his ass. “Please. Want you to fill me up and then let me sit with your babies inside of me. Please, Ilya.”
“Fuck,” Ilya shook his head, pulling out slowly and feeling how Shane fluttered around him, almost like he too didn’t want to lose the contact. “You ask so nicely, you are so polite. How can I say no to such a good boy?”
Ilya left a trail of kisses down Shane’s spine and over the perfect curve of his ass, “stay like this. Ass in the air.”
Ilya slipped off the mattress and to the second bottom drawer of four in the corner - their allocated sex toy drawer. He reached for the purple plug, Shane’s favourite in their collection, then left the drawer hanging slightly open before climbing back onto the bed.
“Back, Shane,” Ilya whispered, placing his hand on the bottom of Shane’s spine and carefully guiding his pelvis down towards the mattress, lining himself up with Shane’s hole again. “I am here with the plug. Going to fuck you now then stuff this in your hole.”
“Good,” Shane’s breath caught in his throat as Ilya re-entered him, a little more forceful than before, nails gripping into Shane’s beautiful skin. “Fuck. You’re so big. Always fill and stretch me so good. Jesus.”
“Yeah, baby,” Ilya filled Shane to the hilt before leaning closer to his neck and kissing his husband by the earlobe. “Going to fuck you so good you cannot walk all day. Is good we have day off and no practise until tomorrow. Means I can mark you up, bite you, slap you, make you feel a bit of pain. Is what you want, yes?”
“Yes,” Shane nodded. “Pull my hair. Bite my shoulders. Force me into the mattress. Mark me, Ilya.”
“Coming right up, my beautiful boy,” Ilya pulled himself out a little. “Hold tight.”
Ilya slammed his dick against Shane’s prostate with so much force, taking Shane by surprise, causing him to yelp like a puppy with a sore paw, or a tail that had accidentally been trodden on. Ilya’s lips curled up into a smile as he left a harsh, loud slap across the plane of Shane’s ass.
“Too much?” Ilya found that perfect yet relentless pace within seconds, his hand pressed against Shane’s neck to keep him steady on the mattress, but allowing him a little bit of movement so he could shake his head no. “Good. You are so warm, so loose for me. Like you fingered yourself during night.”
Shane swallowed, his breath trapped in the back of his throat as heat filled his entire body, every single inch from head to toe. Ilya noticed the tension in Shane’s body, even with each delicate, sweet jab of his prostate. He knew what it meant.
“Fucking hell,” Ilya muttered. “You did, yes? You fingered yourself when I was asleep?”
“Fuck,” Shane couldn’t suppress his moans. “Yes. Yes, fuck, I did. I’m sorry. Needed you but you were so comfortable. I didn’t want to disturb you so I thought I would finger myself, but I didn’t cum. I promise I didn’t cum. Wanted you to make that happen.”
Usually, if Ilya was feeling cruel, he would punish Shane over a confession like that. He would call him impatient and irresponsible and naughty, but Shane was so pliant right now, he’d been so honest, and Ilya didn’t want to punish him. Ilya wanted his cum to mix Shane’s own fluid after their orgasms. He wanted to make Shane feel so good he could float away. Ilya knew that was Shane’s favourite way to start the day.
“I will make you cum,” Ilya’s grip on Shane’s upper leg tightened. “You have been so good, letting me wake you up by eating you out, admitting that you stuffed yourself full with your fingers because you did not want to wake me.”
“Yeah,” Shane’s eyes began to roll. He began to feel light and floaty with each harsh thrust of Ilya’s hips. “Wasn’t as good with my fingers. Your dick is always better, it’s all I was thinking about. Pretending my fingers were your dick.”
Ilya smirked, “you have it now.”
And indeed Shane fucking did.
Ilya’s hips rolled in the most perfect yet aggressive way. Fast and direct, reaching Shane’s prostate with every hit.
“Fucking me so good,” Shane was breathless, face now on one side so he could get some air into his lungs without struggling. “I feel on top of the world.”
“Like a king?” Ilya tugged on Shane’s hair, fucking him harder, deeper - if either were even possible in the moment - not letting his thrusts falter. “You look like royalty, Shane. You feel so good, you always are for me. Going to keep going until you are so far gone. You will let me, yes?”
“You’re my fucking husband,” Shane growled, cheek feeling hot and scratchy from the friction between his skin and the pillow cover. “Do whatever the fuck you want with me. I trust you.”
“Oh,” Ilya’s breath shuddered, his entire body beginning to feel limp as he inched closer to his orgasm, closer to emptying his fucking load inside Shane. “Oh, fuck, solnyshko. Yes, I am your fucking husband, and you are my little toy. I will do whatever I want with you, you are right. I will keep fucking into you as you cum, touch your cock when you are already sensitive. God Shane, will be most beautiful sight when we cum together. Is all on camera too. Fuck.”
Ilya shook his head.
“Bet your nipples are so hard right now,” he continued, a groan slipping from his lips. Ilya knew how much Shane liked this - how much he liked it when Ilya talked about how good he must be feeling. “Cannot even give them attention. I bet they are desperate for me to flick and lick and suck. Is only thing about this position, me not being able to properly play with your nipples, touch your cock.”
“Ilya,” Shane was vibrating out of his skin, the sound of the wetness of his hole filling the room, the slap of Ilya’s skin against his making him feel dizzy. “I’m close, Ilya. Harder, please.”
Shane was grunting with every single thrust, his entire body shaking, jolting further and further into the mattress. The sex was filthy, Shane fucking trembling as he took Ilya deeper and deeper, so much so that he was certain he would soon be able to feel Ilya in his fucking throat. Ilya, who was forcing Shane’s head so hard into the mattress with the palm of his hand that he was certain Shane would stop breathing soon. And Shane liked the feeling of his life being ever so slightly on the edge. He gushed to Ilya once about how lightheaded and free he felt when his husband was in control of his breathing.
“Fuck,” Ilya didn’t want to stutter, didn’t want his movements to slow, but God, was he close to his orgasm. “Shane, going to cum inside of you so soon.”
“Please,” Shane choked out. The little cry he let out told Ilya everything he needed to know. “Please.”
The second please was quieter, like a beg. Like Shane knew he was close to cumming too, but also ready to fall over the edge, his breath to catch properly in his chest.
“Let go, baby,” Ilya didn’t loosen his grip on Shane, didn’t slow his thrusts or give him any respite. He just kept going. “You can slip away. I will keep you safe. Just let it take over. Want you to feel good.”
Shane grunted into the pillow, eyes falling shut as his heart hammered in his chest. Ilya knew Shane must’ve felt like he was floating on a cloud because his muscles loosened, he let out another delicate moan, and he fucking came. At exactly the same time Ilya filled him up.
Ilya cried out when his orgasm hit him, at the same moment Shane went quiet, totally pliant and soft, Ilya’s cum filling every last inch of Shane’s hole.
“Fuck,” Ilya didn’t stop thrusting into Shane. His hips moved slower now, with more of a stutter, but he knew Shane liked this, the way Ilya continued to fuck him slower through an orgasm so intense from this position that Shane was slipping away. “So good, malysh. So, so good for me.”
Ilya, exhausted and eyes feeling heavy like he could sleep again now, reached over for the purple plug, which had somehow managed to stay put on the bed. He wrapped his trembling fingers around the silicone plug, then began to carefully remove his softening cock, replacing it with the toy, making sure none of his cum leaked out of Shane’s hole.
When Shane muttered and twitched, unconsciously, Ilya knew he’d hit the right spot with the plug. So he smiled to himself, feeling satisfied, then leaned backwards to take in every inch of his work.
Shane’s ass, red raw. Shane’s back, burning with the odd few scratches here and there. Shane’s shoulder, beginning to bruise from that one hard bite Ilya left there.
Shane’s body was the most beautiful canvas Ilya had ever seen, and it was the second biggest honour - besides being Shane’s husband - to know that he could leave his artwork here. His signature flair.
“I love you,” Ilya whispered, as he ran his fingers down Shane’s spine, gently caressing the broken skin where his nails had scratched too hard, too deep. “You are so good, Shane. Did so well. I love you.”
Shane mumbled, as Ilya tilted his head to get a better look at his husband and make sure his head was still on its side, so he could get air naturally and effectively into his lungs. Ilya noticed how red Shane’s cheeks were, how his eyes were still closed, his nostrils flaring quickly with the rapid pace of his breaths.
“Good boy,” Ilya leaned forwards to brush some of Shane’s hair away from his eyes, collecting the thin layer of sweat on his fingertips from Shane’s hair line. “Breathing so well, Shane. You are safe.”
Shane grunted again to show that he could hear Ilya, that he was taking in every single word even if he was non-verbal right now. Ilya watched Shane, fingers caressing his temple, and wondered just how good he felt right now. He looked so fucked out, like he was a million miles away, and all Ilya could think about was how soon, he would slowly pull the plug from Shane’s hole and lap up his own cum.
“Does the plug feel good, baby?” Ilya’s fingers had a mind of their own, trailing down Shane’s back and to the curve of his qss. Shane tried to nod. Ilya understood. “Yes? Good. I bet you feel so full, my cum so warm inside of you. My babies.”
“Fuck,” Shane’s voice was low, quiet, muffled as the vibrations slipped into the pillow. “Ilya.”
“I am here, malysh,” Ilya gripped Shane’s ass cheeks, watched as the firm muscle turned pink beneath the force of his fingertips. “Will give you few more minutes before I clean you up, eat you out.”
“Do it now,” Shane whimpered, as Ilya noticed he began to come back to himself a little more, his eyes more open and focused. “Want to feel your tongue licking at my hole.”
“Well,” Ilya chuckled, shaking his head as he smiled. “When you ask like that, my Shane, how can I ever say no to you? You are such a slut for me, yes? Came so hard you were gone for couple of minutes and already asking to be overstimulated with my tongue.“
Ilya knew the camera was in the right spot to capture him eating Shane out. He figured it out when Shane was at a meeting and Ilya was home alone. So, without needing to get up and reposition the tripod and his phone, Ilya tapped carefully at Shane’s waist.
“Let me roll you onto your back, Shane,” Ilya began to roll Shane from his stomach and onto his back. “Want to see how beautiful you look when you are overstimulated from nothing but my tongue.”
Shane, limbs still heavy and pliant, relied on Ilya’s strength to roll him over. He was still dazed, head floating, cock hard and hanging between his legs.
“Oh,” Ilya found himself leaning backwards to take Shane in. “Look at your cock. Tip so red and painful. Is sore, Shane? Do you need me to take care of your cock and your pretty cum-filled hole?”
“Please,” Shane’s eyes caught onto Ilya’s, glistening with tears. “Can cum again.”
“I know you can,” Ilya wrapped his hand around Shane’s cock, holding him steady as Ilya’s thumb paid most attention to Shane’s bright pink slit. “Will be so overstimulated you sob, Shane. Is okay? Not too much?”
Ilya used his other hand to play with Shane’s balls before his fingers dropped lower, closer to Shane’s plug-stuffed rim.
“Perfect,” Shane’s back arched a little, a sweet cry leaving his lips as Ilya breathed directly over Shane’s hole, finger tugging at the plug. As soon as Shane was empty, Ilya replaced the plug with his mouth, his tongue inside of his husband within seconds. “Oh, fucking hell, Ilya.”
Ilya always ate Shane out so good. His tongue always flicked the right spot at the right pace, mixing the warmth and wetness with his dry breath, causing Shane to whimper and writhe against the mattress. But this time, Ilya, knowing his cum was landing on his tongue, beginning to drip out of Shane’s hole and roll down his chin, couldn’t control himself. Even he was moaning against Shane’s rim, inside of him, to the point where Shane could feel the vibrations of his husband’s pleasure, causing him to shiver and tremble and grip into the bedsheets. Ilya, who was now moving his hand up and down Shane’s dick in the most perfect rhythm, matching the pace of his tongue, almost crying himself because of how incredibly vulnerable this was. Tasting a mixture of his and Shane’s pleasure, all in one, was almost too much, even for him.
“Fuck,” Shane arched his back so high off of the mattress that Ilya had to pull his hand away from Shane’s dick to wrap each of his fingers around Shane’s thigh, bringing him back towards the bed. “No. No, Ilya. Touch my cock. Please.”
“Stay still then,” as Ilya pulled his lips away from Shane’s hole, white cum smeared across his mouth, he began to pump Shane’s cock again. “Stop being such a pathetic slut and stay. Still. Making me talk to you like you are fucking dog.”
“Sorry,” Shane whimpered, vision beginning to blur and internal temperature climbing once again. “I’m sorry. Just so good. It’s so much, but in the best way.”
Ilya nodded, burying his nose into Shane’s hole now, hoping he would be able to etch their combined scent into his memory forever. He’d already learnt how Shane responded to his touch, how Shane would grunt and whine when it felt too good. He wanted to learn this scent, too. He would bottle it up if he could, smell it every day, because he was just that fucking filthy.
As Ilya returned to his previous rhythm, licks and sucks matching with each toss of his hand, he flicked his eyes upwards to see just how much Shane was enjoying this. And enjoying it he was, with his eyes closed, lips parted and chest so pink as his pleasure spread through his body. The way Shane’s skin turned so pink and red when he was close to orgasm made Ilya jealous. He didn’t get like that. He wished he could.
“Gonna cum,” Shane’s body was twitching now, as Ilya began to slow his tongue, properly taking the time to really clean Shane’s hole up now, but refusing to slow his hand. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Ilya. Fucking—”
Ilya watched as Shane came all over his hand, hot, white spurts of cum from his huge fucking cock landing between Ilya’s hand and Shane’s stomach, Ilya’s head feeling hot at the thought of having even more cum to clean up. He didn’t stop his hand or his tongue, touching and licking Shane through his second orgasm of the early morning as his husband cried softly, body flinching with pure pleasure.
When Ilya was satisfied that Shane’s orgasm was over, and that his hole was clean, he pulled his tongue away from Shane’s hole, leaving one long kiss there before moving his mouth to Shane’s dick.
“I will clean you up here, too,” Ilya smiled, knowing that even if his mouth wasn’t directly on Shane’s cock, it would still have his husband begging him for more. “So much cum here for me, Shane. Cannot get enough of you, of how good you taste.”
“I love you,” was all Shane could say in his post-orgasm haze as he ran his fingers gently through Ilya’s curls.
“I love you more, sweetheart,” Ilya’s tongue lapped at Shane’s brown pubic hair, his nose rubbing against the skin like he wanted to bury his face there for good. He did. “You are so good for me.”
Ilya swallowed every last drop of cum he could scoop onto his tongue before leaving soft, wet kisses all over Shane’s torso, listening to each sweet whimper that left his husband’s lips. Ilya was dizzy with greed because this was all his. Forever.
Shane grunted, closing his eyes as he felt an extreme but sudden wave of tiredness wash over him. Despite the light which was creeping through the gap in the blinds more and more, Shane wanted - needed - to sleep the pleasure off, for hours and hours.
“Need to sleep,” Shane was so incredibly fucked out they he couldn’t even keep his eyes open to look at Ilya. “Will shower later. Just want to cuddle you now.”
“Oh, my clingy Shane,” Ilya was certain that this was his favourite thing about post-sex with Shane. The way he became so desperate to be held, to be babied, because the pleasure was all-consuming. “Love it when you get like this. Will cuddle you back to sleep. You deserve it, my good boy.”
“Yes,” Shane nodded, shifting his head onto his pillow, ignoring the fact that he felt sticky and sweaty. It was laundry day anyway - his and Ilya’s normal routine on their final day off before a stint of away games. “All yours.”
Ilya smiled. He removed himself from the bed, tossed the plug aside so he could clean it properly later, and ended the recording. He moved it to the locked album on his phone, before locking it and lowering the tripod. Soon enough, he was back in his spot, beside Shane.
Shane, who was already nodding off, soft snores threatening to spill over his lips. Ilya pressed a kiss to his husband’s warm cheek, admiring just how perfect he was.
“All mine.”