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Shane’s always had such a fascination with Ilya’s moles. When he first saw Ilya naked long enough to notice how many he had, he couldn’t stop thinking about tracing every single one with his tongue.
He didn’t get a chance until they were finally boyfriends and Shane spent an entire lazy afternoon at the cottage with Ilya doing exactly that. Shane traced every single mole on Ilya’s body with his tongue and even sucked on a few. Ilya even has one on his dick. It’s one of Shane’s favorite ones because of course he has a ranking of his husband’s moles. Just like how Ilya has a ranking of Shane’s freckles.
Along with the beauty marks littering his husband's body, Ilya also just has the most perfectly chiseled body. Shane has told Ilya that he thinks he’s the hottest man in the world and Ilya teases that it’s actually Shane because Cosmopolitan said so, Shanya.
Shane is realizing that he hasn’t properly shown Ilya in a while just how beautiful and sexy he thinks he is even after all these years together. He wants to show him just how badly he wants him every day.
Being outed then joining a whole new team, one with his husband and new friends, Shane had a lot to prove during his first season with the Centaurs and he did so by winning the cup with the people he loves most. They didn’t win the following season but they had made the playoffs and that also felt like a win. Now he’s about to go into his third season as a Centaur, and he can barely remember a time when he wasn’t part of this team.
Shane snaps out of his thoughts, coming back to himself from where he’s been sitting on the bench in the locker room waiting for practice. He’s already dressed in his gear and he’s been watching Ilya get dressed, his eyes scanning over every inch of him that he could see. Ilya’s finally covered up his upper half which had been why Shane was thinking about licking every one of his moles.
He needs to think more about the practice they’re about to have, and not on his husband’s insanely hot body. Ilya keeps getting hotter and hotter with age, and it actually makes no sense to Shane because how? At thirty two, he’s known Ilya for almost half of his life and Shane’s somehow even more attracted to him than ever. He can’t get enough of him.
Ilya walks over to him, stepping between Shane’s legs as Shane sits back, not leaning his arms on his knees anymore. He looks up to meet his eyes when Ilya’s hands land on Shane’s shoulders. Shane keeps his hands to himself, not trusting them right now in front of their entire team.
“Hi,” Ilya says simply.
“Hi,” Shane says back tentatively. He knows it can’t be this easy with his husband.
“What were you thinking about?” Ilya asks him, just for his ears, there’s no one right next to them.
“Hmm?” Shane hums, though he knows this is hopeless because Ilya won’t let it go no matter how coy he tries to play this.
“You were staring at me, moya lyubov,” Ilya smirks, his thumb coming up to graze against Shane’s chin and jaw.
Shane stops himself from moaning. “I was just admiring the view,” he settles on, which isn’t a lie, just omitting details about exactly how he was admiring him.
“Hmmm,” he hums, leaning down, bringing his lips to his ear. “Tell me what you were imagining, Shane.”
Ilya knows him so well, he can’t get away with his naughty thoughts without Ilya catching him red handed. Ilya sucks Shane’s earlobe into his mouth before letting it go.
Shane’s breath catches before he manages to bring his own lips to Ilya’s ear, still leaning down into his space, and says, “How about I show you when we get home?”
Ilya cocks an eyebrow at him, smirking before smiling and nodding his head. “Okay,” he says, placing a soft kiss on Shane's lips. Shane chases his lips before Ilya gives him another, then pulls away.
Ilya then tells everyone in the locker room to hurry up so they can get this practice over with, making Shane blush.
Practice goes as well as it can with how eager he and his captain are to get home. It’s also a late practice seeing as Harris had them all do a few different TikTok’s for the socials before the season begins prior to having practice. Ilya is quick to shower before Shane’s able to so Ilya is impatiently waiting for him to get dressed so they can leave. Shane laughs, telling him to keep quiet because it’s not helping him move faster.
Once they’re home, Shane asks Ilya to take Anya for her walk, which he tries to get out of by putting his hands on Shane’s hips and walking him back against a wall. He lets Ilya kiss on his neck and his cheek before kissing him on the lips, tongue deep in his mouth.
Shane pulls away after a few moments of pressing hard against Ilya and into the kiss, and says, “You should walk her now, you won’t want to leave the bed when we’re done.”
Ilya groans into Shane’s neck, nipping at him softly. He pulls back and Shane can see how dark his eyes are with desire. Ilya kisses him once on the lips before pulling away and calling for Anya who had walked away when no one immediately took her outside.
Anya comes running over so Ilya puts her harness on her and takes the leash before bringing her outside for what will most certainly be a shorter walk than she is used to at this point in the evening.
Shane leaves their bags by the door and makes his way upstairs to their bedroom. Shane loves this house—when Ilya bought it, he had in mind that Shane would eventually move in with him with everything he incorporated specifically for Shane. It definitely felt more like home to him, even when he was living in Montreal. He’s never been happier than living in this home with Ilya and their fur-baby. Maybe some real babies too at some point but he’s still enjoying it just being him and Ilya, and he knows his husband feels the same way.
Even though it’s early evening in mid-September, it’s quite warm out so Shane’s in long jean shorts and one of Ilya’s black t-shirts. It’s slightly bigger on Shane but not by much as Shane’s gotten more mass on him now. He loves being able to share clothes with Ilya, it’s just our clothes not his clothes or Ilya’s clothes. He also loves that Ilya’s arms are still bigger than his. He knows he’s not small so being with someone bigger than him is such a turn on.
Fuck, he’s getting hard thinking about what he’s going to do with his husband.
Shane undoes the button on his jean shorts only as he goes to the bedside drawer. He takes out their leather purple handcuffs with fur on the inside that Ilya had ordered one day to match your big purple dildo, malysh.
He leaves those on the bed then takes the lube and one of his plugs then heads to their en-suite bathroom. Shane takes off his clothes, folds them, and then leaves them on the counter. He preps himself as best he can before he hears the front door closing loudly. Shane removes his fingers and puts a little more lube onto the plug before putting it inside of him. He washes his hands and slips his boxers back on then steps out of the bathroom just as Ilya is stepping into the bedroom, eyes searching for him. Ilya grins when he sees Shane standing in the doorway in just his black briefs clinging to his big, muscular thighs. His eyes rake over his body and land on his face, smiling at him softly before walking towards him.
“Ah ah,” Shane halts him, his hand out to stop him. “This isn’t about me, right now it’s about you, baby.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, smirking at him.
“Take your clothes off then get on the bed, right in the middle for me, baby,” Shane tells him. He doesn’t assert dominance often in the bedroom because he much prefers when Ilya does but sometimes he likes to be able to take full control and have Ilya just follow along. And he loves to see what it does to Ilya when he calls him baby.
Ilya does as he’s told, quickly stripping out of his shorts and t-shirt, leaving them behind on the floor as he jumps onto the bed eagerly, making Shane chuckle softly. Once Ilya’s sitting back on the bed, he notices the purple fuzzy handcuffs on the bed by his leg. It had moved slightly when Ilya jumped onto the bed.
Ilya picks up the handcuffs, a small smirk on his lips as his eyes look back up to Shane. He’s got a glint in his eye as his fingers gently caress the inside of the handcuffs, touching the fluffy part of it with two fingers, teasing him.
They’ve only used them once so far, and they had been used on Shane so this is a completely new experience for them and he loves that after all these years of being together and exploring each other's bodies, they still find new things to try.
Shane very much likes to be tied up or held down. It’s something he’s always loved being with Ilya. He loves that they’re both big, strong men that can easily overtake the other. He knows that Ilya loves it too and he wants to give that to him now. Remind him exactly who he’s spending the rest of his life with.
“You will stand there and watch me all night and I will do… what?” Ilya teases him.
Shane blushes, being caught just staring at Ilya. He rolls his eyes making Ilya laugh softly. “Look who’s impatient now,” he teases, still leaning against the doorway to their ensuite bathroom, to the left of the bed and on Ilya’s right.
“Yes, is a change. It is usually you,” Ilya quips back. He’s teasing him, a big smile on his face and a challenge in his eyes.
Shane scoffs, smiling and trying not to blush but knowing he’s failing. He looks at Ilya, finally stepping away from the wall and feeling the plug move a little as he walks towards the bed. He’s on many occasions had a plug inside of him without Ilya knowing at first so he’s able to keep that hidden until he’s ready for Ilya to know.
Ilya watches him walk towards him, trying to keep his confidence. Shane steps up to the bed, standing over Ilya who looks up at him with that small smile of his that twists Shane’s insides. He’s very much enjoying this and Shane can’t help but smile back. He teasingly leans down but avoids Ilya who does try to kiss him. Shane plucks the handcuffs out of Ilya’s hand and stands back up.
“Get comfortable then lift your arms up,” Shane tells him. As Ilya does so, Shane unfastens the cuffs then secures them around his wrists with the chain connecting them going around a bar in their headboard. Ilya’s not fully laying down as he’s slightly propped up but comfortable enough that he can stay in this position for as long as Shane needs.
Shane tests them to make sure they’re on securely and that Ilya can’t get out of them by himself. Satisfied with it, Shane pulls back and looks at his husband sprawled out on the bed with only his boxer briefs on, hugging his big muscular thighs and outlining his steadily hardening cock.
Shane walks back to close the door, not wanting Anya to come running in here, speaking of— “Did you feed Anya?” he asks Ilya as he turns to look at him from across the room.
Ilya chuckles softly. “Yes, sweetheart,” he says then adds, “Can you come closer please?” squirming slightly on the bed.
Shane smirks at him but does make his way to the bed before trying to seductively crawl up the bed between Ilya’s parted legs. Shane sits on his knees which pushes the plug deeper inside of him and he can’t help but react to that. He lets out a soft breath, arching into it slightly.
Ilya eyes him curiously but before he can say something about it Shane recovers. He straddles Ilya, making sure not to press his ass too much into his hardening cock. Ilya’s hands do try to reach for him before realizing he’s bound to the bed at Shane’s mercy.
Shane smirks, loving this sense of control over what’s going to happen. He slowly runs his fingers between them, up Ilya’s torso to his chest where he squeezes his pecs then slides his hands up to Ilya’s shoulders. Ilya watches him, his eyes getting darker as he feels his cock stiffen even more.
“Look at you,” Shane says, sitting back slightly on Ilya’s thighs, admiring his husband underneath him, removing his hands from his shoulders.
Shane rakes his eyes down what he can see of Ilya’s face down to his body. He notices the way Ilya’s cock twitches in his briefs at the way he looks at him.
“Please,” Ilya moans softly.
Shane looks back up to meet his eyes and his own cock twitches at the sight of Ilya breathing a little harder and blushing under his gaze.
“Please what?” Shane asks, repeating what Ilya is usually doing to him—making him use his words.
“Touch me,” he says, his accent thick with desire. He’s not able to touch Shane so he’s becoming desperate and whiny for Shane to touch him. “Please.”
Fuck.
Shane bites his bottom lip, noticing Ilya’s eyes drop down to them briefly. Shane removes himself from Ilya’s lap eliciting a whine from his husband. He removes Ilya’s briefs and tosses them off the side of the bed to the floor. Shane leaves his own briefs on for now, keeping the plug hidden inside of himself until he’s ready for Ilya to know about it.
Shane is on his knees in between Ilya’s spread legs, by his ankles, as he looks up at his naked husband. His cock is hard against his stomach, spreading a little bit of pre cum on the hair from his belly button down to his pelvis—his treasure trail as Shane likes to call it.
Shane lays himself flat on his stomach, his face only near Ilya’s calves. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he tells him, looking up at him through his lashes. Ilya’s cock twitches at the compliment and his hips move involuntarily. “So desperate for me to touch you, aren’t you, moya lyubov?”
Ilya moans softly and his hands reach forward only to be denied by the restraints. Ilya loves it when Shane speaks Russian, especially little pet names. “Yes, please, sweetheart,” Ilya finally says.
“Say it. Tell me how desperate you are,” Shane tells him.
“I need you to touch me, Shane. I’m so desperate for your perfect mouth on my cock, malysh,” Ilya says.
Shane moans, his ass clenching around the plug inside of him. He gives in by pressing a soft kiss to the first mole he sees near his ankle on his left leg before trailing his tongue up to the next mole he sees. Ilya moans softly above him, straining to watch as Shane makes his way up his legs, kissing, licking, and sucking on every mole he sees.
He reaches a mole that’s on the side of his hip and sucks a dark mark right on that mole. Ilya moans louder, his hips thrusting up, wanting Shane’s mouth on his cock so badly. Shane uses his left arm to hold him down and looks up at him with dark eyes.
“Stay still, baby, or we’ll stop,” Shane threatens, which immediately puts Ilya’s movements to rest.
“Sorry,” Ilya says softly.
“Good boy,” Shane tells him and revels in the way Ilya moans, trying his best not to thrust up at the praise. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, baby?” he asks, teasing him even more.
“Shane…”
“Yes, my good boy?”
“Fuck,” Ilya moans, his hard, neglected cock, leaking all over his treasure trail. “I need your mouth on my cock, please, please,” he begs.
“Since you’ve asked so nicely and have been such a good boy for me,” Shane says as he hovers his lips above Ilya’s hard cock. He notices a mole on his dick as well and says, “Even better that there’s a mole on your big fat cock too,” before taking his cock into his mouth in one go.
Ilya moans loudly, trying very hard not to thrust into the tight, wet heat of Shane’s mouth. “Fuck, Shane,” he says in a deep, already fucked out voice. “Your mouth—fuck, is so perfect, kotenok,” he moans out, wrists straining against the restraints.
Shane keeps his eyes on Ilya’s as he moves his head up and down his cock, taking more of him down his throat on each down stroke. It’s loud and wet and he’s moaning profusely around his big cock and reveling in the moans and praises Ilya gives him.
Shane slows down, knowing Ilya’s orgasm is impending, until he gently lets go of his dick with a loud pop. He kisses the mole that’s on the side of his cock then continues his torturously slow, wet kisses up his body.
Ilya whines, “Hollander, need more, malysh, please.” Ilya rarely uses Hollander to address him since they’re married and they’ve hyphenated their names but whenever he does use it during sex, he’s far gone and desperate.
Shane lets go of the mole he was sucking on that’s placed right below his left pec. He has two that are stacked on top of each other close to his sternum. He looks at his work, seeing a mark he has now left that is connecting both moles together. He smirks at the hickey that will be extremely visible to their teammates at their first game of the season in a couple of days.
Shane looks up at Ilya and sees his husband whose cock is hard and leaking, begging for some friction, anything to relieve the pressure building. His mouth is slightly parted and his curly hair is messy from moving his head so much on the pillow that’s propped up behind his back and head to be more comfortable. His hands are in fists above where they’re bound to the bedframe.
“Kiss me,” Ilya says after Shane has been staring at him for too long. “Please, Shane, pl—”
Shane plants his hands on Ilya’s chest loudly, sliding them up into his hair and shoving his tongue down Ilya’s throat. Ilya moans loudly and deeply into the kiss, putting his all into it without being able to move his hands.
Shane settles back onto Ilya’s lap, grinding down hard onto him and moaning deeply, throwing his head back slightly.
“Shane?” Ilya asks, eyes looking him over before he gasps softly. “You have a plug in,” he says, finally figuring it out.
“Thought I’d get myself ready since your hands would be a little tied up,” Shane says innocently. He leaves a kiss to Ilya’s cheek, right where his mole is, then kisses his way down his neck, making sure to kiss each mole in his wake.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Ilya moans, thrusting his hips up into Shane who moans wontonly. “You were fucking made for me,” Ilya adds as Shane’s kissing his way across his chest and over to a mole that’s right next to his armpit.
Shane sucks on that mole, moaning around it before bringing his lips into Ilya’s armpits and then inhaling his scent.
“Fuck,” he hears Ilya say so softly as Shane continues to caress his face into his husbands armpit. He smells so fucking good, his dick twitches against Ilya’s thigh now that he’s straddling just his left leg like a dog. “My Shanya, leaking through your boxers on my leg, and humping it like a dog as you sniff my armpit. Like I said—made for me,” Ilya adds, making Shane leak even more.
Shane pulls away and removes his boxers, letting his hard, neglected, aching cock free. He moans softly, squeezing his hand around the base of his cock. He’s been so focused on Ilya’s pleasure, he hasn’t even thought about how fucking hard he is.
Shane starts to reach back to remove the plug when Ilya says, “Wait!” Shane looks at him with caution before he adds, “Please let me take it out.”
“I’m not removing your restraints, baby, unless you need me to. Are they hurt—”
“No, no, not like that. With my mouth,” he clarifies.
Shane smirks at him. They really were made for each other because now that the thought is there, he absolutely needs for Ilya to remove the plug with his mouth.
“Okay,” Shane agrees. He turns around and lifts his ass up, holding himself up with his hands on Ilya’s body. His knees are slightly bent, and he’s looking back to make sure his ass is close to Ilya’s face without actually smothering him with it.
He can immediately feel Ilya’s mouth on his hole. Shane moans softly as Ilya starts to lick around his rim that’s clenching around the plug. Ilya circles his tongue around it, pushing it in alongside of it before slowly pulling it out. He gets a good grip on it with his mouth, slowly pulling it out of Shane’s hole. When Shane thinks he’s about to pull it out, Ilya pushes it back in.
They both moan loudly as Ilya used the plug to fuck it in and out of him with his tongue. Finally, he takes it out and lets it go with his mouth, dropping it to the mattress beside him. It’s immediately replaced by his tongue and Shane moans deeply at the feeling of Ilya’s tongue deep inside of him.
“Fuck my face, sweetheart,” Ilya tells him around his rim before pushing it back in.
Shane does as he’s told, moving his hips slightly to rock back and forth onto Ilya’s tongue a few times. He does pull away, in need of Ilya’s cock deep inside of him. Shane sits back down onto Ilya’s lap, his ass right on his dick, making Ilya moan. Shane positions himself above his cock, holding it as he slowly sinks down onto it. With all the pre cum, lube, and spit, Shane glides down onto his cock with ease.
They both moan loudly as Shane sinks down onto him, bottoming out. Shane holds onto Ilya’s shoulders as he slowly rises back up then landing back down. Shane rides Ilya slowly at first, already feeling so close to cumming.
“You feel so good, moya lyubov,” Ilya tells him, kissing the side of his jaw. Shane starts to ride Ilya faster. Making sure that he lands every time hitting his prostate. Ilya moans loudly, “Holy fuck.”
Shane grins, kissing Ilya all over his face, hearing him whimper softly at all the love he’s giving him. “You gonna cum for me, Rozanov?” Shane asks him.
Ilya smirks at him, a memory they share in both their minds. “Fucking make me,” he moans, teasingly.
Shane kisses Ilya hard on the lips, deepening it as he rides him faster, harder. Both moaning into the kiss, but mostly just panting into each other’s mouths, Ilya moans Shane’s name and Shane cums hard between them with Ilya immediately following, cumming hard inside of him.
“Ilya,” Shane moans his name, kissing him hard on the lips. He pulls away, slightly out of breath, he says, “I love you so much,” grinning.
Ilya smiles back then kisses him softly on the lips. “Ya tebya lyublyu,” he says softly against his lips. He pulls back to look at Shane and says, “That was so hot, malysh.”
Shane blushes. He turns away to start undoing the restraints on Ilya’s wrists, taking each one into his hands gently as he slowly pulls off of Ilya’s cock. He stays seated on his lap as he reaches over to their bedside table to grab the lotion.
He had to let go of Ilya’s hands so they’re roaming free all over Shane’s body as he does so. Shane stops him to take his right hand in his and starts to rub some lotion into that wrist as his other hand continues to squeeze his hip and trail up to his pec.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Shane teases as he swaps his right hand for his left hand. His right hand is now wandering his body.
“I missed being able to touch you,” he says softly, leaning forward to kiss Shane’s jaw as he rubs lotion into his wrist.
When he’s sure his wrists are good and shouldn’t be too sore, Ilya chooses then to flip them, getting Shane onto his back with him between his open legs.
Shane giggles as Ilya kisses all over his face and neck, his wrists now pinned to the bed under both of Ilya’s hands. They kiss like that for a bit until finally getting up and into the shower together.
They spend the rest of the evening having dinner and watching a movie. They walk Anya together then once back inside, Anya runs off to her room which will eventually be one of their future kids room, and Shane and Ilya make their way back to theirs.
Curled up together in bed after their nighttime routines, Shane lays his head on Ilya’s chest, curled up into his side. He traces a few of Ilya’s moles on his chest and abs with his finger and the hickey he left behind in the middle of his chest.
“So that’s what you were thinking about while we were at practice,” Ilya says.
Shane looks up at him, “Hmm?”
“My moles—you were trying to kiss them all,” Ilya tells him.
Shane blushes but says, “Yes.” Ilya smiles widely, blushing softly too. “Ya tebya lyublyu, Ilya,” he says, smiling back at him softly. “I wanted to show you just how much.”
Ilya leans down to kiss him softly on the head then on his lips. “I love you,” Ilya says softly but nuzzling his face in his hair.
Shane laughs softly, kissing Ilya’s chest. They stay like that, breathing each other in, until they both eventually fall asleep knowingly safe in each other’s arms.