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Shane takes several deep breaths, his fists clenched in the bedsheets and knees digging into the mattress. Ilya gently kisses the meat of Shane’s ass before biting it. Shane hisses but doesn’t move.
“You ready, sweetheart?” Ilya asks, his voice soft and raspy. Shane bites his lip and nods.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “Just… be easy, ok?”
“Always.”
Ilya rises from the bed, and all Shane can do now is wait. He’s on his knees, face down in his pillow that he’s holding close to his face and chest. His hole is wet and open and waiting. He feels so fucking vulnerable, but he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
The lube bottle opens, then closes after some of the liquid has been poured out. Ilya’s middle finger comes down and traces from his balls to his hole. Shane shivers.
“Still ok?” Ilya asks.
“Y-yes,” Shane whimpers. Ilya moves his hand away a few seconds later. The next sensation Shane feels is something blunt pressing against his hole.
Oh fuck. This is happening. It’s no longer some fantasy he and Ilya have talked about for fun. It’s slimmer than Ilya’s dick, so it’s not like his body can’t accommodate. It’s the squared off head and the hockey tape wrapped around it. And it moves inside him with a steady precision that has Shane moaning.
“Still doing ok, sweetheart?” Ilya rasps.
“Holy fuck,” Shane groans. “Yeah. Please… deeper.”
Ilya obliges, and Shane whimpers as the hockey stick pushes just a little further inside him. Every inch is calculated and slow. Ilya is so careful with him, too. Shane doesn’t know if he’s experienced anything as hot as this.
He’s not sure how many inches Ilya managed to make fit. All he knows is that it’s a lot—maybe almost as much as Ilya’s actual dick. When Ilya finally stops moving completely, Shane is moaning and desperately trying not to move. Ilya had already warned him that he would call this entire thing off if Shane started shifting around a lot.
Shane knows Ilya set the rule to keep Shane from getting hurt. So he does his best to be good and stay still. His muscles tremble with the effort, but he refuses to give this up.
“Still ok, malysh?” Ilya asks. “Too much?”
“I’m—fuck, I’m good.”
Shane is better than good. He feels like he’s going to pass out from how dizzy he feels. All the blood has left his head and rushed straight to his dick, and he swears he can see stars.
“Can—can you fuck me with it now? Please?”
He sounds so pathetic and deranged, but Shane doesn’t care right now. He’s drooling all over his pillow and being so good for Ilya. He just wants… fuck, he wants—
Shane gasps as the stick very slowly moves back a couple of inches, then just as slowly pushes back in.
“Are you hurt?” Ilya asks.
Shane shakes his head, then responds with, “No. Not hurt. Please move.”
Ilya does as he’s told. He’s careful with how he fucks the stick in and out of Shane, and all Shane can do is bury his face in his pillow and take it. Take every inch that Ilya is willing to give.
The stick feels heavy inside him, and if he could take more, he would. He wants to be filled, impaled, and fucked to oblivion.
This entire time, he hasn’t even thought about his very hard dick uselessly hanging between his legs. He doesn’t even try to touch himself. He’ll come when Ilya thinks he’s earned it.
Ilya increases his speed just the tiniest bit. Then he quickens his pace some more when Shane begs him for it. Shane grips the pillow and bites down on it, groaning and whimpering like he’s in heat. Tears cascade down his cheeks as he teeters on the edge of coming.
“You going to come for me, Shanyushka?” Ilya asks. He sounds just as out of breath and desperate as Shane does.
“Yes!” Shane whimpers. “Please let me come! Please! Please!”
“Come for me, sweetheart. That’s it. So good. Such a good boy for me.”
Shane screams into the pillow, heat consuming every muscle and bone in his body. The stick stills inside him as he rides wave after wave of his orgasm, coming all over the sheets and himself.
In the midst of his aftershocks, he feels Ilya very carefully pulling the stick out of his wrecked hole. He feels so empty, and his body is calling for more, more, more.
“Baby,” Shane sobs.
“I’m here,” Ilya’s voice croons at him. A gentle hand pets his sweaty, dark hair, and gentle kisses move up and down his shoulder and back. He feels boneless and sated.
Almost.
“Want you to come inside me,” Shane says hoarsely. He’s looking at Ilya now, his eyes still blurry with overwhelmed tears. Ilya looks alarmed.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. Please. Fuck me. Come inside me.”
Ilya’s hungry eyes take over Shane’s body, and Shane can see the moment he decides to throw caution to the wind. He brings Shane in for a hot, wet kiss and shoves his tongue down his husband’s throat. Shane whimpers and moans when Ilya’s fingers tease his gaping hole.
“Going to come again if I do fuck you?” Ilya purrs.
“Yes,” Shane gasps out.
Ilya moves around on the bed and gets the bottle of lube once more. Shane holds onto his pillow and sheets as Ilya finally pushes his dick inside him.
“Still so tight,” Ilya groans. “Fu-uck, Shane. Not going to last.”
“Don’t care. Just want you to fill me up with your cum. Need it. Please.”
Ilya doesn’t show any mercy fucking in and out of Shane this time. Shane is already hard again but doesn’t care. Even if he was completely soft right now, he would want Ilya to fuck him and use him.
It doesn’t take long at all for Ilya to come inside Shane, but he doesn’t stay there for long. He gently turns Shane around onto his back and settles himself between Shane’s legs. Before Shane can ask what he’s doing, Ilya gets his mouth around Shane’s dick and begins to suck the life out of him.
Shane has no energy to move or tell Ilya how close he is to coming. All he can do is helplessly lie there and watch Ilya’s head bob up and down on his dick.
“Please” is all he can manage to say over and over again. Then, like a painful strike of lightning, Shane comes down Ilya’s throat. He opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. His entire body tingles hotly, and loves it. Loves feeling like he’s floating in the middle of the vast ocean. And Ilya is the only thing tethering him to reality.
He doesn’t remember Ilya cleaning him up or making him drink some water. All he remembers after the fact is getting to snuggle into his husband and saying, “Love you”—and then getting a “Love you more, my Shanyushka” in return—before finally drifting off to sleep.