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Ilya was at the bar waiting for Svetlana, but she was running late per usual. He had ordered a glass of vodka and was nursing the drink in his hand while checking his phone to see if he had received a text from her. As he was about to set his phone down, a text notification from Svetlana popped up : 

Sorry Iluysha, can't come tonight, something came up at work :( I'm sure you'll find someone entertaining enough! Have fun baby :)

Ilya groaned and took a sip of his drink, letting the alcohol pleasantly burn his throat. It was Friday night and he wanted to have some fun with his friend, finding someone to hook up with wasn't in his plans tonight. He will finish his drink and go home.

He was scrolling through his socials absentmindedly but he was soon distracted by the scene that was happening at the other end of the bar. He couldn't help but overhear the conversation that was taking place a few feet from him. One of the guys was clearly drunk and kept on trying to hit on the other guy, who seemed to become more uncomfortable as the minutes went by and was trying to leave.

"I'm sorry Will, now is not the time to talk. Look at you, you can't even stand up on your own." The dark haired said, looking around for someone or for some help, Ilya didn't know.

"Fuck Shane, I miss you. I know I fucked up. Please can we go somewhere to talk?"

Ilya looked over his shoulder and was watching from a distance as the guy, Will, gripped at the bar and swayed on his legs, he tried to put his hand on the other guy's waist. But Shane batted his hand away and tried to put some distance between them.

"I'm not going with you anywhere," Shane said through gritted teeth. "And don't you dare touch me." He was looking around, trying to locate his friends for help but the bar was crowded. He was left alone waiting for drinks with the company of his pathetic ex-boyfriend who wasn't planning on leaving him alone anytime soon.

Will let out a bitter laugh. He reeked of alcohol, it was disgusting. "Oh come on. Don't be such a prude. Look at you." He eyed Shane up and down with a look of disdain on his face. "You look like someone who's begging to be fucked and yet, when someone dares to show some interest in you, you push them away. You pathetic whining little bitch." The words made Shane flinch.

Ilya couldn't see Shane's face, but he could see by the way his body tensed that he had been hurt. He had had enough of this, he couldn't stand seeing someone being insulting toward a person that clearly wasn't doing anything wrong. He got up and walked toward Shane and stood next to him, looking at him in a way he was hoping Shane would figure his intentions and go along with his act.

"Hi baby," Ilya said, smiling at him.

"Hi." Shane replied, looking at Ilya. If he was confused, he was really good at hiding it.

"Who the fuck is this?" Will’s eyes traveled to where Ilya's hand was resting at the small of Shane's back.

Ilya turned to Will and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Ilya. Shane's boyfriend. I would say nice to meet you but since you've been acting like a dick toward my man, I'm gonna ask you to fuck off and leave us alone." Ilya let his arm fall back to his side since the guy had no intention of taking it. He heard him scoff as he brought his attention back to Shane and squeezed his shoulder. "Ready to go home baby?"

Shane blinked at him several times, mouth slightly open, his brown eyes traveling from his own to his lips, the movement was subtle but Ilya had caught it. Shane’s cheeks were red and his eyes were a bit glassy, a sign that he must've had a drink or two. "Honey?" Ilya asked, his hand traveled from his shoulder to his chest, he traced Shane's collarbone with his thumb.

Shane was so startled by Ilya’s accent and his deep voice that it sent a shiver coursing through his body. He kept looking at Ilya's lips which had such a lovely shape and looked so kissable. And suddenly, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Ilya's, they barely touched, feeling each other’s warmth. 

Ilya felt Shane still for a brief second, clearly surprised by his own doings but then he softened against him as he put his hand on his neck. Ilya brought his hand to Shane's hips, drawing him closer as he kissed him back, he could hear Will insulting them behind him but he couldn't care less. A beautiful man was kissing him, Shane's lips were soft and warm against his and he tightened his grip onto his hips, savoring the moment. Shane's hand traveled from his neck to his hair, slipping his fingers through his curls. Usually, Ilya was the one who made the first move, so it was refreshing to be the one getting kissed for once. 

Shane pulled away and licked his lips, his eyes flicking to his ex-boyfriend before landing back on Ilya.

"Sure, let's go," Shane said, his voice a bit hoarse. He took Ilya's hand in his and led him through the throng of people toward the exit, not bothering to look back on Will who was yelling after them.

Once inside, Shane let go of Ilya's hand. His heart was hammering against his ribcage, he didn't know what had gone through his mind. One minute he was arguing with ex-boyfriend, the next he was kissing a complete stranger in front of everyone. He closed his eyes and let the cool breeze calm his nerves, taking a few deep breaths before opening his eyes again. Under the street light, Shane could finally have a good look at Ilya and the man was handsome, curly hair, strong body, a pair of jeans that left nothing to imagination. And he knew that he was a good kisser, a very good one. Shane watched as Ilya leaned against the wall and fetched a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of his jeans to take one out. He offered one to Shane who shook his head. "Thanks but I don't smoke." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Ilya shrugged and brought the cigarette to his lips, the flame of the lighter illuminating his face. Shane licked his lips at the sight, he needed to control it if he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the stranger. Ilya noticed the movement and smirked before taking a drag. "Sorry." He tipped his head back to blow the smoke, exposing his neck. Shane followed the movement of his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed but then he remembered that Ilya had said something.

"What?" That earned a light chuckle from Ilya.

"I said sorry. I saw the guy was bothering you and you looked uncomfortable so-"

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Shane blurted out. If Ilya was surprised, he definitely couldn’t tell. "I mean… I don't usually do this, sorry if that sounded weird." Shane scratched his jaw, trying not to show his embarrassment. "You know what, forget it."

"I can come with you." Ilya took another drag of his cigarette as he studied Shane, the man was hot, there was no denying it. But what stood out were the freckles that littered his face and those big brown eyes, it was hard to refuse him anything.

Shane swallowed. "Uh okay. I live down the block, we can just walk." He gestured behind him.

Ilya took one last drag and stubbed his cigarette with the tip of his shoe. "After you."

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The elevator ride was endless, they stood awkwardly next to each other in silence. Shane didn't dare to look Ilya's way and kept jiggling his keys nervously in his pocket. He never invited a man he just met - and kissed on a whim - back to his place before. He was replaying the kiss in his head over and over again, the way Ilya's hands had squeezed his hips, the taste of his tongue, the look on his ex-boyfriend’s face.

Shit. Shane cursed under his breath, he had completely forgotten about his friends. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and fired a quick text to Rose. 

[Shane]

Sorry, left early. I didn't feel good. Talk to you tomorrow.

The response was quick :

[Rose]

Shane Hollander, are you going to get laid???

Heat rose in Shane's cheeks and kept his eyes glued to his phone as he typed his answer, hoping that Ilya wasn't looking at him right now. 

[Shane]

I am not.

[Rose]

Liar. Have fun baby! I am happy for you. :)

Ilya's gaze was fixated on the elevator door and he was chewing the inside of his cheek, sparing quick glances at Shane from time to time. He couldn't wait to get out of this confined space because he didn't know how long he would last before jumping on Shane. His scent was intoxicating, and under the elevator lights, he had a better view of the freckles peppering his skin. He wanted to trace them with the tip of his fingers or to kiss them, he hadn't decided yet.

The elevator came to a halt and Shane led Ilya down the hall to his apartment. He opened the door to let Ilya in, Shane closed the door behind him and turned to face Ilya, not knowing what to do.

"Do you want a drink or something to eat?" Shane asked, biting his lip nervously as he toed off his shoes. 

"Hm, no thanks."

Ilya pretended to look around, then walked toward Shane backing him up against the door. He put one hand on Shane's hips, the other one cupping his jaw. "This is such a bad idea." Shane chuckled as his head hit the door with a quiet thud.

"Maybe, but you are very hot." Ilya tilted Shane's head to the side and buried his face in his neck, kissing him along his throat and licking his ear. Shane gasped and jutted his hips forward.

"Could say the same to you." Shane whispered and brought his hand to Ilya's crotch cupping him, he was already hard and straining his pants. "Fuck, you're big," Shane said in awe, feeling the shape of Ilya's erection as he stroked him though his jeans.

Ilya groaned under Shane's touch. "Want me to get inside of you so you can feel how big I really am?" He said, nibbling at Shane's collarbones while thrusting slowly into his hand. Shane squeezed his cock in response, "Fuck, you're going to kill me if you keep on teasing me like this." Ilya grunted

Ilya was gripping at Shane's hips hard as he rutted against him, Shane had removed his hand and was now grabbing Ilya's ass pulling him in so their cocks could rub against each other’s. Shane was flushed, his lips parted as he rolled his hips on Ilya's bulge. Ilya leaned in and slipped his tongue into his mouth, licking along his teeth, Shane let out a soft moan that died against Ilya’s lips.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Shane asked, panting against Ilya's mouth, pressing his hips on Ilya's in search of some friction.

"Only if you want me to." Ilya pressed his forehead against Shane's and let his hand travel down to his stomach before unbuttoning his jeans to slide his hand inside his pants, feeling the wet material underneath his fingers. Ilya smiled and kissed Shane's lips once more. Shane whimpered as Ilya pushed his underwear down. "God, you are so wet." Ilya rubbed his thumb against Shane's tip, feeling the pre-come that was leaking from it. Shane rolled his hips in response, a gasp escaping his mouth as Ilya took him into his fist, using his wetness to slick his length. Shane was gripping at Ilya's shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh as he started fucking Ilya's hand, he let his head fall against Ilya's shoulder and buried his face in his neck, kissing him sloppily and whimpering against his skin.

"Fuck, this is so good." Shane's breath quickened as Ilya squeezed him tighter. "I think I'm gonna- Shit!" Shane kept rocking into Ilya's hand hard and fast, biting Ilya's skin until his body started to tremble and he stilled before falling apart as his orgasm took over.

"That's it, come for me." Ilya said as he kept stroking Shane through his release, his other hand holding him firmly against him as his body shook violently. He spilled onto his shirt and into Ilya's hand and he had to blink back tears from how good it felt. They stayed like this for a moment with Ilya holding Shane while he slowly recovered. 

Once his heartbeat was back to normal, Shane chuckled, "I don't usually kiss strangers in bars and ask them back to my place." He shook his head in disbelief. "I don't know what came over me."

"Want me to leave?" Ilya asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Fuck, no!" Shane was quick to reply as he lifted his head to look at him. He leaned in to kiss Ilya who groaned when Shane palmed him through his jeans again, Shane sighed into the kiss before pulling away. "Come with me." He took Ilya's hand and led him to the bedroom. He gestured for Ilya to sit on the bed and wait while he went to the bathroom to get some tissues for Ilya to wipe his hand. "Here." Shane handed him the tissues but his brain short circuited as Shane came back shirtless and only wearing his jeans that were left unbuttoned, revealing his soaked underwear.

Shane snapped his fingers at Ilya who finally took the tissue that was handed to him and wiped his hand before tossing the tissues into the bin that Shane was holding out to him. He went back to put the bin down next to his desk and Ilya couldn't stop staring at his back, admiring the way his muscles rolled underneath his skin.  What struck him were his back dimples, he wanted to sink his tongue into them. He must have been doing some kind of sport because his body was toned and athletic and that had Ilya salivating just from looking at him.

Shane looked over his shoulder and smiled before turning around. "Like what you see?"

"Da, very. Come here." Ilya spread his legs and Shane stepped between them, looking down at him.

He brought his fingers to Ilya's chin. "Look at me." Ilya lifted his gaze toward Shane. He was taken aback by the intensity with which Shane was looking at him. "You are beautiful," Shane whispered as he stroked his cheekbone tenderly. And for the first time, Ilya felt vulnerable, he was not used to people complimenting him with such honesty.

Ilya was at loss for words, so he put his hands on Shane's hips and pulled him closer. He rested his head against his stomach, running his hands along his ribcage before they landed on his chest. "Do you like being touched here?" Ilya's thumbs grazed his nipples and Shane gasped, arching into the touch. He tipped his head and took one into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and sucking. Shane's body trembled in response as Ilya kept teasing him with his tongue and his hand simultaneously.

Ilya let go of Shane's nipples to press open mouthed kisses on his toned abs, leaving a trail of spit as his mouth traveled on Shane's body like a man starved. Shane tensed under the touch and let out a moan as he ran his fingers through Ilya's hair, tugging at it, making Ilya grunt in return. Ilya wrapped an arm around Shane's waist and he felt his bulge press against his chest, it didn't take much time before Shane was hard again. Ilya could feel the wetness of Shane’s cock against his chest. Shane sighed and rolled his hips, welcoming the friction. Ilya grunted as he kept kissing every inch of Shane's body, he pulled back, tracing the hard lines of his abs with his fingertips. Ilya wanted to make him his for a night so he pressed his mouth next to his navel and started sucking on his skin. "Can I?" Ilya asked, eyeing the spot that had already started reddening, his breath warm against Shane's skin and that made him shiver as he nodded.

Ilya pressed his mouth on his stomach again, sucking the skin between his lips, the tip of Shane's cock was brushing against his chin and he could feel pre-come seeping through the fabric. Ilya groaned as he worked on giving Shane a hickey, his tongue licking the sensitive skin. Shane's hips bucked in response, causing his cock to leak more pre-come onto Ilya's chin who, once he was done with his work, grazed his teeth on Shane's head to tease him.

"Fuck, your mouth is amazing." Shane breathed. "But it will be better for when you eat me out." He bent down to capture Ilya's lips in a soft kiss, whimpering when Ilya traced the outline of his lips with his tongue. Shane tugged at Ilya's hair as he said, "But first, can I please suck your dick?" Ilya groaned and slipped his tongue into Shane's mouth, deepening the kiss and tasting him. Ilya barely knew the man and yet, he was intoxicated.

Ilya pulled away and Shane tried to chase his lips, he looked so beautiful with his plump lips, glistening with spit. Ilya needed to come at least once if he wanted to fuck Shane properly. "Yes. I want you to suck my dick," Ilya said, breathless. He took his shirt off and Shane got on his knees.

Shane unbuttoned Ilya’s jeans and he lifted his hips so he could pull them down. He was left with his underwear and Shane pressed his face down against his crotch, rubbing his cheek on Ilya’s erection like a man starved and inhaling his sweet scent. His fingers trailed the waistband, the touch sending sparks coursing through Ilya’s spine. His cock was aching and he wasn’t going to last long with the way Shane kept on teasing him. He was mouthing at his erection through the fabric, moaning every time he felt Ilya’s dick twitch under his touch. The delicate sounds escaping Shane’s mouth sent Ilya into a spiral, making him embarrassingly wet. "If you don’t take my cock into your mouth now, I’m afraid you’re gonna make me come in my pants." Ilya gritted through his teeth, trying hard not to rock against Shane’s face. 

Shane looked up at him with his beautiful eyes and tugged at the waistband of his underwear. "I’m going to take good care of you." Shane whispered and let Ilya’s cock spring free, it slapped against his stomach and smeared pre-come on his abdomen, Ilya hissed as the cold air hit him, his tip was painfully red and begging for Shane’s attention. 

Shane gently kissed the head of Ilya’s cock before lapping at the slit, moaning as he could finally taste Ilya on his tongue. Ilya almost came on the spot from seeing Shane looking at him with such lust, his pupils blown wide with desire, his cheeks were flushed as well as his chest, his nipples perking up and swollen from Ilya’s touch.

Shane licked the underside of Ilya’s cock before taking him into his mouth and wrapping his hand around the base, squeezing him lightly. Ilya grunted, sliding his hand into Shane’s hair and it took everything in his power not to press his head down on him. Shane’s mouth was doing wonders as he bobbed his head steadily, hollowing his cheeks and taking him further with each new movement. His mouth was wet and warm, his throat tight around him, causing Ilya to leak onto his tongue. And Shane was welcoming every drop, humming on his cock and sending vibrations that made him twitch painfully in his mouth. Shane loved the weight of Ilya's cock against his tongue and it made his own dick twitch in excitement. He pressed a hand on his own crotch to relieve some of the tension, causing him to groan around Ilya’s length.  

"Da, like that. You’re taking my cock so well, such a pretty mouth. It's like you were made for it." Ilya breathed. Shane whimpered at the praise and took him deeper until his nose grazed his pelvis, gagging a little, causing spit to dribble down his chin and onto Ilya's length. Ilya moaned, he wasn’t going to last long; Shane was simply too good.

Shane pulled off, his lips were red and puffy from sucking Ilya off and all he wanted was to claim Shane’s mouth. He grabbed his neck and leaned in to capture his lips, licking the inside and tasting himself. Shane whimpered softly as he slowly stroked Ilya while their tongues circled around each other. "I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat." Shane sucked at Ilya’s bottom lip angrily. "Want to taste you so bad."

Shane sat back on his heels, placed his hands on his thighs and waited with his mouth open and his tongue sticking out, waiting for Ilya to use him.

Ilya stood up, his cock resting heavily against his stomach and glistening with Shane's spit. Ilya's body was insane, all muscles and firm. Shane wanted to explore every inch of his skin and lick all over him, but what he wanted most was for Ilya to claim his mouth with his fat cock. He wanted Ilya to ruin him.

As if Ilya had read his inner thoughts, he tapped the head of his cock against his plump lips. Shane sighed and closed his eyes, welcoming the weight on his mouth. "Don't be gentle with me. Take what you want from me." Shane whispered, sticking his tongue out. Ilya grunted and fucked into Shane's mouth with one sharp thrust, hitting the back of his throat and staying buried in it, holding Shane's head with a strong grip. Shane gagged a few times, spit dripping down his chin and onto Ilya's balls, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he breathed through his nose, willing his throat to relax. Shane moaned around Ilya's cock, welcoming the intrusion.

"Fuck Shane, you are perfect. So fucking tight and wet for me." Ilya's body trembled as he was trying so hard not to move to let Shane adjust to the size of him. He looked down and trailed his fingertips to the corner of Shane's mouth. "You like that? Being stretched around my cock?" Shane exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes, a single tear running down his cheek as he nodded slightly. Ilya wiped the tear with his thumb and pulled back so that only his head was in Shane's mouth. "Ready baby? I can call you baby, yes?"

Shane let go of Ilya's cock, a string of saliva connecting to his mouth, he wiped it away with the back of his hand and said, "Yes please. Call me anything you want." He said, his voice was hoarse, "Now give me that big fat cock of yours." Shane took Ilya back into his mouth. Ilya's eyes rolled tothe back of his head as he felt Shane's teeth grazing at the sensitive skin. He cupped Shane's cheek as he fucked mercilessly into his mouth. He was using Shane for his own pleasure and he was slightly losing his mind, the tightness of his throat was perfect for his aching cock. Shane kept moaning and whimpering every time Ilya thrusted into his mouth, so happy to be used. Ilya's gaze met Shane's and that sent him over the edge.

"God, Shane… I'm going to…" He gripped at Shane's hair and pulled him into him as he spilled inside his mouth, his come painting Shane's throat, his body tensing as his orgasm hit him.

Shane welcomed every spurt, swallowing Ilya's load happily, he kept his head pressed against Ilya's body, feeling his cock pulse against his tongue. He placed a hand on Ilya's balls, massaging them in an attempt to milk him to the last drop. Ilya grunted and babbled nonsense above him. Shane felt him tense one last time until his body relaxed completely, Ilya's hand left his hair so Shane let go of his cock to sit back on his heels. He winked at Ilya as he wiped the remnants of come from the corner of Shane's mouth with his thumb before sucking on it.

"You are evil." Ilya laughed, shaking his head. "Come here." He grabbed Shane by the arms who scrambled to his feet and licked his swollen lips clean before slipping his tongue inside Shane's mouth, groaning when he tasted himself.

Shane moaned as his hands came to rest on Ilya's chest then slid down his arms palming his biceps, exploring this foreign body with eagerness. He let one of his hands trail down to Ilya's wrist then brought his hand to his mouth. Shane kissed Ilya's knuckles before dragging his lips on his fingers and taking two into his mouth, sucking on them eagerly. "Having my dick in your mouth wasn't enough?" Ilya asked, mesmerized by the way Shane's lips curved around his digits. Shane moaned as Ilya pushed a third finger inside his mouth, thrusting them in and out slowly until Shane pulled back.

"I love having things in my mouth," Shane admitted, looking Ilya straight in the eyes, all sense of embarrassment Shane ever felt with other people went flying out the window. Ilya had something that made Shane want to be nothing but honest with him.

"Fuck." Ilya stroked Shane's red lips with his thumb. Ilya was determined to pleasure Shane in any way he could. "What do you want, solnyshko? Tell me what to do."

Shane leaned into Ilya's touch and whispered softly, "I want you to eat me out and then, I need you to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else before." He said it with such raw honesty that Ilya's cock started to swell again.

"You really want to kill me." Ilya grunted as he grabbed Shane's waist and hoisted him up, making him squeal in surprise. Shane had no other choice but to wrap his legs around Ilya's middle as he walked him to the bed and threw him unceremoniously on the mattress. Shane huffed as his back hit the bed and he crawled up to prop his head against the pillows. Ilya's hands were on him in no time, tugging his jeans down, Shane lifted his hips to help Ilya undress him. Shane was left with his underwear, Ilya's gaze was fixed on his arousal and the wet patch surrounding it, he licked his lips before leaning in to mouth at Shane's cock through the damp material. He rubbed his face against the outline of Shane's length, humming with satisfaction when he felt Shane squirm underneath him. "You're sensitive." Ilya planted open mouthed kisses on Shane's erection. "Gonna make you feel so good." Ilya hooked his fingers in the waistband of Shane's underwear and tugged them down slowly, revealing Shane's cock inch by inch. He mouthed a Fuck at the sight, Shane was huge, he tugged the rest of Shane's underwear down, making his cock slap against his stomach, causing pre-come to coat his stomach.

"You have a pretty cock."

"Shut up." Shane threw his arm over his face to cover his eyes, hiding the blush that crept into his face in the process.

"What? Is true, very pretty and wet." Just as Ilya said those words, a bead of pre-come oozed out off Shane's slit. "Hm, makes me want to suck on it like a lollipop." Ilya licked his lips as he trailed his fingers along the length of Shane's cock and ran his thumb on the slit, gathering the pre-come that had leaked onto his finger before bringing it to his mouth, tasting Shane for the first time. "You taste good too." Ilya licked his thumb clean and purred. "Can't wait to eat you out so I can taste you some more."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Shane hoisted himself up on his elbows to look down at Ilya whose head was resting on his thigh.

Ilya crawled up Shane's body and pecked him softly on the lips. Tracing his jaw with his fingers. Shane took Ilya's bottom lip in between his teeth and tugged at it when he felt Ilya's erection brush against his. Shane felt Ilya's mouth curve into a smile when he thrusted his hips up in a desperate attempt to feel more.

"Gonna take good care of you." Ilya kissed him again, his breath hot on Shane's mouth as he whispered, "Spread your legs for me baby."

Shane opened his legs and Ilya positioned himself in between them, his elbows resting on each side of Shane's face. "You are so fucking hard," Shane breathed out, arching his back slightly as Ilya rolled his hips, causing both their cocks to rub against the others.

"Da, I know. Can't wait to be inside of you." Ilya's breath was ragged, his pupils blown with desire, Shane had never felt more wanted in his life under Ilya's gaze. He had to look away or else he was afraid he would have started crying, it was probably the remnant of alcohol left in his blood that made him emotional.

Ilya trailed a path along Shane's body with his mouth, stopping at his nipples, teasing the flesh with his tongue and teeth. Shane gasped in response, his hand fisting Ilya's hair instinctively and tugging at it, the other gripping the sheets. Ilya pulled back to blow on Shane's nipple, smiling to himself when he saw goosebumps appearing. He dived back in, swirling his tongue on Shane's nipple while flicking the other with his thumb.

"Fuck." Shane gasped under the touch, his back arching off the bed. "I need you to touch me. Please. Touch me Ilya."

Ilya let go of Shane's nipples. "But I'm already touching you." That earned him a cold stare from Shane so he licked his way down his body until he was eye level with his cock. He lifted Shane's legs who grabbed a hold of his thighs, exposing himself to Ilya. Ilya whispered something in a language Shane couldn't decipher before he leaned in to lick at his crease with a firm stroke, flattening his tongue against his hole.

"Oh god." Shane moaned, his thighs quivering. His hole fluttered, begging to be claimed. Ilya kept licking fat wet stripes, slicking Shane's entrance with his spit before he placed the tip of his index finger against the rim, not pushing in yet, just applying a slight pressure.

"Do you need lube? Or is spit enough?" Ilya asked, grazing Shane's rim with his nail and loving the way his hole reacted under his touch.

"Spit." Shane was too worked up to form a full sentence.

"Yours or mine?" Ilya breached Shane's entrance softly with just the tips of his finger and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning from how tight Shane was around him.

"Oh for fuck sake." Shane threw his head back on the pillow, grunting and craving for more.

Ilya removed his finger from Shane's hole and wiggled his hand to him. "You want?" Shane nodded as he scrambled to his elbows. "Open up." Shane opened his mouth eagerly as Ilya brought his fingers to him. Shane wrapped his lips around them, licking each finger and coating them with his spit. "God, you really love having things in your mouth huh?" Shane's eyes fluttered shut as he focused on his task, moaning around the digits. Once he was sure Ilya's fingers were slick enough, he pulled back and flopped back on the bed to resume his position, pulling his legs higher against his chest to give more access to Ilya.

Ilya spread one cheek with his left hand and ran his fingers against Shane's rim. "Ready?" Ilya looked at Shane who nodded in return. Ilya pressed his finger against Shane's hole and then pushed it in up to the first knuckle, giving Shane time to adjust to the intrusion.

"Is okay?"

A soft moan escaped Shane's lips. "More. Please." Ilya pushed his finger all the way in and started thrusting it in and out of Shane.

"You are tight. Sure you don't want lube?" Ilya was concerned and didn't want to hurt Shane.

"I'm fine," Shane whimpered. "Add another one, I can take it."

"You sure?"

Shane lifted his head up and glared at Ilya. "Put another finger inside me Ilya. Now." Ilya did as he was told and slipped a second finger inside Shane's heat. "Yes, yes, yes." Shane breathed out, rolling his hips in hope to draw Ilya's fingers deeper inside of him. Ilya pinned him down with his other hand to prevent him from moving and worked on opening Shane up carefully, he knew he was big and he needed Shane to be as loose as possible. Ilya pumped his fingers inside of Shane who squirmed underneath his grip, desperate to meet his thrusts.

Ilya pulled his fingers out and Shane's hole fluttered at the loss. "Want a third?" Ilya asked, tracing circles on Shane's hipbones.

Shane smiled lazily at him and bit down on his lip as he brought his hand to his entrance and didn't wait for Ilya, he slipped three fingers inside him and started fucking himself, biting his lips with his eyes fixated on Ilya's. Meanwhile, Ilya's eyes were transfixed on Shane hole, too busy watching his fingers disappear inside of him with such ease. "Stretch for me." Ilya growled. Shane spread his fingers, stretching his hole for Ilya who bent down, darting his tongue inside of him and licking his walls. Shane arched off the bed, his free hand slipping in Ilya's hair, beckoning him closer to his ass.

"Holy shit Ilya. This is too good. Need you inside me or else I'm gonna…Fuck." Shane moaned, rolling his hips against Ilya's face.

Ilya gave him a few wet strokes before pulling back, kissing the inside of Shane's thigh. Shane rolled on his side to grab the bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, trying to hide his collection of sex toys from Ilya. He closed his eyes when he heard Ilya laugh behind him. "Whoa, love playing with yourself that much, yes?"

Shane tossed the condom at him. "Shut up. I've been alone for a while and I have needs. Okay?" Ilya shrugged and made a show of ripping the packet with his teeth. Shane rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement. "Be careful, you'll rip it."

"Is okay. I'm an expert," Ilya winked at him. "Lots of practice." He rolled the condom on his length and slicked himself up with lube in a few quick strokes. "So. How do you want me?"

"Like this. I want to see you. I mean, if it's okay with you?" Shane chewed on his bottom lips, cheeks a little bit red.

"Is more than okay." Ilya leaned down to kiss Shane as he lined himself up to his entrance and pushed into him slowly. Shane gasped at the intrusion and Ilya stilled, giving him time to adjust to his size. "You okay baby?" Ilya searched Shane's face for any sign of discomfort.

"Holy shit, you're big," Shane chuckled, trying to ignore the burning sensation of Ilya's cock inside of him. "Can you stay like this for a minute please? It's been a while."

"Let me know when you're ready baby." Ilya held himself still while stroking Shane's cheek. The tightness around him almost made him see stars. Shane's heat was clouding his mind and he was desperate to move, to fuck him senseless, but he wanted to be good for Shane. He leaned in, claiming Shane's lips once again, kissing him softly, their tongues moving together until he felt Shane relax around him. He pulled back, searching Shane's face who gave him the faintest nod, telling him he was good to go. Ilya pushed in further until he finally bottomed out. Shane moaned and arched a little, exposing his neck to Ilya who kissed his jaw down to his neck. "You feel so good Shane. Taking me so well. That beautiful hole of yours is perfect." Ilya almost pulled out and dived all the way in with one sharp thrust, ripping a moan out of Shane who dug his nails into his back, scratching his skin .

"Fuck, you fill me up so good," Shane clenched around Ilya and begged him to move again. Ilya set a slow pace at first, rolling his hips lazily, drawing all kinds of noises out of Shane.  "Faster… Need you to go faster." Shane wanted Ilya to ruin him, he was so full of him yet he was craving more. Was desperate for more. He circled Ilya's hips with his thighs, bringing him closer, the new angle causing Ilya to hit his prostate. "Fuck!" Ilya smiled and aimed for Shane's spot with each thrust, admiring the way Shane responded.

"You are so beautiful Shane." Ilya grunted, kissing every part of Shane's body he could reach, tasting the salt of his skin from how much he was sweating, he was flushed and glistening underneath him and Ilya wanted to mark him again, to make sure he was his for the night. He kept thrusting hard and fast as he leaned down to suck at Shane's neck, devouring his skin and biting him.

Shane whimpered and engulfed him with his arms, his legs, his pulsating hole and whispered to his Ilya's ear. "No one's ever fucked me like this." Ilya groaned into Shane's neck. "Make me feel so good. Can you feel how wet you make me?" Shane's cock was slapping on his stomach with each thrust, causing him to leak with every movement, his head being dangerously close to the headboard as time went by from how hard Ilya was pounding into him. Ilya saw it and grabbed a pillow to put behind Shane's head. "I'm close fuck… so close." Shane's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his back arching, exposing the freshly made hickey.

Ilya straightened himself up and put Shane's legs over his shoulders, changing the angle of his hips and thrusting deeper into him. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Shane cried out, grabbing one of Ilya's hands and intertwining their fingers, needing another point of contact. Ilya rammed into Shane as he fell apart, crying Ilya's name as he came with so much force his whole body tensed and shook so hard he almost blacked out. His body went limp and his legs slipped off each side of Ilya, spurts of come hitting his chest and chin, Ilya couldn't look away, Shane was crying and he was beautiful. He leaned in and licked the come off Shane's face as he thrusted into him one more time before he started to tremble, burying himself  deep as he came, holding onto Shane like a lifeline. Shane slowly came back to himself, stroking Ilya's back as the last wave of his orgasm hit him.

"Fuck, Shane." Ilya panted into his neck. "That was…"

"So good." Shane finished for him, kissing his temple and stroking his hair gently. They stayed tangled in each other for a while. Shane’s eyelids started to feel heavy, feeling a sort of safety being in Ilya’s arms which was strange since he had met him mere hours ago.

Shane must have dozed off because he was woken up by a gentle tap on his shoulder. "You’re falling asleep. " Ilya’s voice was soft so as not to startle Shane.

"M’not." Shane mumbled, eyes still closed.

Ilya chuckled, stroking Shane’s cheek and making his eyelids flutter. "Can I use your shower before I leave?"

Shane, with his mind still half asleep, blurted out before he could register what he was asking, "Can you spend the night?" He felt Ilya still and he thought he had fucked up. "I mean, if you want to. You don’t have to. You know what? It’s fine. Forget it." Shane was rambling and Ilya didn’t know what to do so he kissed him. Shane melted under the kiss and his mind stopped racing all of sudden.

Ilya smiled at him. "Sorry, you were having a panic attack." Shane looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment but Ilya held his chin, forcing him to look at him. "I can stay if you want."

"Please."

Ilya winked at him. "Bathroom this way?" Ilya asked, pointing at the door that was left ajar. Shane nodded and Ilya headed for the shower. Shane ran a hand through his hair and tried not to wince when he felt the dry come on his stomach. He settled more comfortably in bed as he heard the water running. He was not one to have one-night stands and he liked to be cuddled and taken care of after sex so he smiled to himself, despite the fact that he was feeling gross and needed a shower, happy that Ilya had agreed to stay.

Ilya came out of the bathroom with only a towel tied around his waist and Shane’s mouth watered as he looked at the droplets of water that ran down his chest. Ilya followed his gaze. "Like what you see?" Ilya teased him, mimicking him from earlier. Shane rolled his eyes and was about to tell him off when he felt a warm washcloth on his stomach. "This is nice, yes?" Shane nodded, a blush creeping up his face.

"Yes, this is nice. You didn’t have to."

"You looked tired and I wanted to take care of you." The washcloth was soon replaced by a hand towel, drying his wet skin.

"Where did you get those?"

"Ah. You were too busy thirsting over my body, you didn’t even bother to look at my hands. Am I just a cock for you to enjoy?"

"What?" Shane stuttered, "No… You’re not I-"

"I’m joking Shane. God you are so easy." Ilya shook his head, laughing as Shane glared at him.

"You’re an asshole." But there was no bite in Shane’s words.

Ilya stood up, untied his towel and dropped it on the floor alongside the washcloth and the hand towel, exposing his naked body, much to Shane’s pleasure.

"You’re okay with me sleeping naked, yes?" Shane nodded and Ilya slipped under the comforter. He nuzzled in Shane's shoulder before lifting his arm so Shane could snuggle into him. Ilya kissed the top of his head and ran his hand through Shane's hair, scratching his scalp. "Am I being a good fake boyfriend?"

"The best." Shane hummed before drifting into sleep.

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Shane awoke in the middle of the night. Confused as why was he feeling so hot? It's not until his brain un-fogged that he noticed the arm slung over his waist and the body pressed onto his side. Ilya had one of his legs intertwined with Shane's, leaving no space between them. No wonder why Shane was drenched in sweat, Ilya was a human heater. He tried to move away a little, but that made Ilya press his body harder against Shane's while he mumbled something in his sleep. And that's when he felt Ilya's arousal graze his thighs. He tried to fall back asleep but he couldn't stop thinking about Ilya and how he occasionally rolled his hips in his sleep, soft moans escaping from his parted lips. Shane could feel his own dick starting to swell.

He needed to get up but Ilya made it almost impossible for him to move. He tried to roll on his side but the movement made Ilya stir. "Hey." Ilya rasped, his breath hot on Shane's skin, making him shiver.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Shane whispered.

"Is okay. What time is it?"

Shane couldn't concentrate on Ilya's question, not with his erection still pressed against his body.

"2:50AM." Shane cleared his throat. "You can go back to sleep."

"Hm. I had something else in mind." Ilya nuzzled against Shane's neck, breathing him in.

"What did you have in mind?" Shane asked, breathless. He had a faint idea of where this was going. Ilya chuckled and rolled them so Shane was on his back and his was on top of him. Shane instinctively gripped Ilya's forearms and bit on his lower lip to suppress a moan when he felt their cocks rub against each other's.

"I've been dreaming of you. Of that pretty mouth of yours. Of me fucking you."

"Oh. So that's why you've been humping my leg like a dog?" Shane teased him.

Ilya grinned and palmed his crotch. "Easy for you to say." He pressed his thumb on Shane's head. "You're as hard as I am right now baby."

"Well, you should do something about it then," Shane sighed as Ilya kept circling his head lazily.

Ilya smiled at Shane and worked his way down his body, worshiping every inch of his exposed skin. Starting from his jaw, kissing his neck, his collarbone and latching onto his nipples until Shane gasped and gripped Ilya's curls and he rolled his hips in response. Ilya tapped Shane's hips for him to lift them so that he could take his boxers off. With his mouth still on Shane's nipples, Ilya slicked his fingers with Shane's pre-come before sliding one digit into his hole. His mouth moved on Shane's throat as he thrusted his finger in and out of him, working on slowly opening him up once again.

"More Ilya. Need more," Shane gasped the moment Ilya added a second finger. Ilya was humping Shane's thigh in rhythm with his thrusts, his cock rigid and leaking against his skin.

"Do you feel it too?" Ilya whispered in Shane's ear.

"What?" Shane was trying to concentrate on Ilya's words but he was too worked up to think about anything.

"This." Ilya grazed Shane's skin with his teeth. "This strange pull."

"Yes," Shane gasped. "I thought it was only me. Holy shit!" Shane arched off the bed as Ilya pushed a third finger inside his pulsating hole .

"You're taking my fingers so well," Ilya whispered. "Loose from taking my cock earlier, could take you now if I wanted."

Shane pulled at Ilya's hair so that he could look at him. "Then do it." He fetched a condom from his bedside table, and opened the packet with shaky hands. He looked at Ilya who angled his body for him to roll the condom on his length.

Ilya’s fingers were soon replaced by his head nudging Shane’s entrance. Ilya’s eyes were glazed with desire looking at Shane without really seeing him, lost in the moment, his mouth hanging open. Shane cupped his face, anchoring him again and nodded, giving his permission for Ilya to take him apart for a second time.  

Shane whimpered as he felt Ilya’s cock breach his entrance. He slid all the way in with ease until he was flush against Shane who gripped his forearms tightly because having Ilya buried deep inside of him wasn’t enough. He was desperate to feel Ilya everywhere all at once. He was flushed all over his face and his chest, a thin layer of sweat was coating his skin, he felt hot under Ilya’s intense stare.

"Your hole feels like heaven, Shane." Ilya whispered but he wasn’t moving yet and Shane grew frustrated. He pushed Ilya’s shoulder and rolled on top of him, never breaking contact. He heard Ilya whispering an Oh my god as Shane planted his hands on his pecs and started riding him slowly, rolling his hips in an attempt to feel Ilya deeper inside of him. "Come here." Ilya grabbed Shane's neck and kissed him hungrily, their tongues dancing together, both panting into each other's mouths.

"Now, will you please fuck me or do I have to do it myself?" Shane whispered as he licked at Ilya's bottom lip.

Shane straightened up and almost pulled himself off before lowering onto Ilya again, taking him all, feeling every inch of his cock brush against his walls. Once he was fully seated, Shane's hands found their way back on Ilya's chest and he started circling his hips. Ilya's eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack, this was too good. The feel of Shane, tight around him, was driving him crazy, he wasn't going to last long, it was embarrassing.

Shane started rocking against Ilya as he leaned in again to capture his lips in a soft kiss, he whimpered when he felt Ilya shift underneath him and he started thrusting into him slowly at first. Shane felt like he was on fire, sex with Ilya was nothing compared to his previous experiences. Their bodies moved together as if they were one, they didn’t even need to talk. They knew what the other needed just by a light touch, a whimper or glance. They were both covered in a thin layer of sweat and yet, Shane was shivering.

"You okay?" Ilya brushed Shane’s hair off his forehead gently as he kept thrusting into him slowly.

 "Yeah, it’s just…" Shane swallowed the lump in his throat. "It’s just that I feel…"

 "Too much and not enough at the same time?"

Shane chuckled, a single tear running down his face. "Can you please get out of my head?"

Ilya smiled softly at Shane and wiped the tear with his thumb, "Ah sorry. But I feel the same, you know?"

"Fuck." Shane buried his head in the crook of Ilya’s neck. "It’s scary. Isn’t it?"

"A little, yes. But in a good way." Ilya stroked Shane’s back, soothing him.

"Can you fuck me for real now? Please."

Ilya kissed Shane’s temple as he tightened his grip around him. His slow thrusts became faster until Ilya was pounding into him. Shane surrendered his body to Ilya completely, letting him take the lead, his face was still buried in Ilya’s neck, there was no space left between them, he was pressed against his strong chest as Ilya was taking him apart. He could feel his orgasm building up with each of Ilya’s calculated thrusts nailing his prostate, the low pull in his belly was a sign that he was close to his release. And Ilya sensed it, he reached for Shane’s cock and started stroking him, his hand matching the pace of his thrusts.

"Come for me baby." Ilya said through gritted teeth, he was trying hard not to come on the spot, he wanted Shane to get there with him.

Shane moaned as he let himself go completely, his body tensed and he started shaking violently, his eyes rolling at the back of his head as he spilled into Ilya’s hand, painting both of their chests with white hot strips. Ilya stroked him through his release, his thrusts becoming shallow as he felt his own orgasm building up. Shane kept clenching around Ilya and that drove him over the edge.

"Holy shit!" Ilya gasped against Shane’s skin from which he could taste the salt from his sweat and something else that only belonged to Shane and that got Ilya addicted and craving for more. He buried himself deep in one sharp thrust before he felt his cock pulsing inside of Shane. Ilya started to come as Shane was finishing, he collapsed on top of Ilya and started to cry silently so Ilya held him close as the last wave of his orgasm hit him. He could feel Shane's heart hammering against his as Shane kept his head nuzzled in the crook of Ilya's neck, his body still shaking under the aftermath of his orgasm. With one last grunt, Ilya emptied himself into the condom. He then focused his attention back to the man on top of him. "Shane, baby. Are you okay?" Ilya slid a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp in an attempt to sooth him. 

"Fuck." Shane sniffed. "That was…"

"Intense?" 

"You have to stop doing that!" Shane shoved him playfully but Ilya tightened his grip around him. "I can feel you going soft." 

"And? I could sleep like that. Buried inside of you." 

"Gross." But Shane made no attempt to move and sighed softly, happy to be in Ilya's arms, he would not admit that the idea of staying connected to Ilya all night made his stomach flip in a good way.

Ilya kept stroking his back, kissing his damp skin occasionally. Shane hummed contently and tried not to think about the fact that tomorrow morning, all this would be over. They stayed like this a little while, Ilya didn’t want to let go of Shane but he eventually pulled out to get rid of the condom. Shane whimpered at the loss, he felt empty all of a sudden and he didn’t like it, Ilya stroked his cheek whispering, "Is okay, you’re okay Shane." Ilya kissed him so tenderly he almost started crying again. No one had ever taken care of him in such a gentle way after sex, not even his ex. Ilya rolled them over, landing on top of Shane, he cradled his face between his hands and peppered him with kisses until Shane's mood lifted and started giggling. "You have a beautiful smile." Ilya kissed his lips. "Beautiful freckles." Heat rose to Shane’s face as Ilya kissed his cheek. "Beautiful nose." Ilya booped their noses. 

"Please stop." Shane smiled as he rolled his eyes. He could feel his heart starting to swell into his chest.

"Okay." Ilya got up and Shane already missed the heat of his body.

This time, he expected Ilya to leave so he was surprised when Ilya made no attempt to dress up and extended his hand toward Shane who raised an eyebrow in question.

"Come on. I want to shower with you."

Shane scrambled to his feet and took Ilya’s hand. They headed to the bathroom, Shane's legs felt wobbly so Ilya sat him on the toilet lid while he went to run the shower, finding the right temperature before stepping inside and beckoning Shane to come in.

"Come here." A small smile tugged at the corner of Ilya’s mouth. Shane stepped beneath the warm spray, the temperature was perfect, and he let out a contented sigh as the water soothed his sore muscles. 

His chest was pressed to Ilya’s as they stood in the narrow space. Ilya reached for the soap behind Shane, giving him a light peck on the forehead in the process. Shane tried not to melt as he watched Ilya squeeze the bottle and then he gently brushed his fingers on Shane’s stomach first to wash off the dried come. Then he slowly washed Shane’s shoulders and worked down his arms. His touch was so tender, it was as if Shane was made of glass and didn’t want to break him. Shane let his head fall on Ilya’s shoulder as he washed his back next.

"You don't have to do that," Shane mumbled against Ilya's warm skin.

"Da, I know. But I want to take care of you," Ilya kissed the top of his head before washing his legs quickly and stopping on his way back up to kiss the hickey next to his navel. "It seems like it doesn't happen often." Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya, basking in his scent, sandalwood with a faint hint of citrus that still lingered even after all they've done that evening. Shane tried to commit it to memory so he would have something to remember his night with this wonderful man by.

"Thank you."

Ilya squeezed him back. "Now. Turn around, let me wash your hair." 

Shane complied, he heard the cap of the shampoo bottle being opened and soon Ilya's hands were on his hair, massaging his scalp gently. Shane purred under his touch. "This is nice."

Ilya kissed Shane's shoulder blade, "Turn around again." His tone was so soft and domestic Shane's legs felt wobbly under such attention. He faced Ilya who smiled back at him, he took his chin between his fingers and titled Shane's head backward to rinse his hair, shielding his face careful not to drop shampoo into his eyes. Ilya worked the last of the shampoo through Shane's hair delicately. "There. All done." Ilya stroked Shane's freckles absentmindedly and somewhat, this felt more intimate than anything they had done tonight. Shane didn't know what to do so he kissed Ilya. The kiss was soft and tender, there was no urgency behind it, they were both trying to express the things they couldn't say out loud, both afraid of the growing affection that was materializing way too fast. Ilya rested his forehead on Shane's, "Let's dry you off and get back to bed." Shane nodded, keeping his eyes closed.

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Shane woke up to the sunlight hitting his face, he had forgotten to close the blinds last night. He stretched his body, still half asleep and he smiled, feeling the soreness in his muscles. It had been a while since someone fucked him like Ilya did, not even his lame ex-boyfriend could compete. He patted the spot next to him, expecting to find Ilya still asleep next to him but his smile dropped when he found it empty and cold. Of course it was to be expected, they both knew it was only for a night and that they would go their separate ways even though they hadn't really discussed it. But it still hurt, Shane didn't even think about asking for Ilya's number and now he was gone. He contemplated the idea of staying in bed and wallow for a while but he heard some clatter coming from the kitchen. His heart did a pleasant flip as he put on a pair of sweats and headed to the kitchen. 

He found Ilya at the stove, dressed only in boxer briefs that were Shane's and the sight was beautiful, he could get used to it but he was trying not to get his hopes up.

"Morning," Shane leaned against the doorframe, rubbing the last remnant of sleep from his eyes.

Ilya looked over his shoulders, his eyes landing on Shane's bare chest, his eyes travelling from the bruise he had left on his stomach last night then the one on his neck and finally, his face. "Good morning Shane. I'm making pancakes. I hope is okay?"

"No one’s ever made me pancakes," Shane admitted and sat on the kitchen stool, watching Ilya flip a pancake into the pan, he made it look so easy, Shane was endeared by it.

"Not even your stupid ex-boyfriend?" Ilya placed the pancake on the pile next to him and turned off the stove.

"Let’s just say that taking care of me wasn't his priority. Do you need some help?"

Ilya shook his head and dropped three pancakes onto two plates. "What an asshole. I should've gone back inside and invited him to watch, show him what he's missing." He handed Shane a plate and dropped the maple syrup on the counter.

Shane snorted "Well, I'm sure he would've loved that. If I'm being honest with you, you are the best fuck I've ever had." Heat rose to Shane's cheeks at the admission, he took a bite of his pancakes and tried not to moan around his fork. "Fuck, Ilya. Those are so good."

Ilya beamed at both compliments, he rounded the counter, Shane spread his legs so that Ilya could stand in between. "Well, you already said it last night. But I'm not sure I've heard correctly. You said I was what?" He looked down at him, a glint in his eyes.

Shane took his time to shew on his pancake and then swallowed before licking his lips, Ilya followed the movement. "The best."

Ilya placed his hand at the back of Shane's neck and kissed him. "Can I take you out on a date?" 

Shane played with the hem of Ilya's underwear. "I would love to. Nice boxers by the way."

"Thanks. I borrowed them from a guy. Very hot guy with an amazing butt and who also happened to be the best fuck I've ever had." Ilya bit at Shane's bottom lip, his hands wandering up his thighs.

Last night, Shane had no particular intentions on going out, he had expected to go home alone. But now he had a sexy man between his legs and the promise of a date, his life wasn't that bad after all.