Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Bottom Ilya Rozanov, Soft Dom Shane Hollander, Light Dom/sub, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, masculinity issues, Ilya says I want to bottom and Shane says alright give me 10 business days and a textbook, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Ilya gets a crush on his husband of several years, Crying During Sex, Tasteful slapping of that cake until it jiggles, Sub Ilya Rozanov, the tags make this seem like just smut but it's actually really domestic in here, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Ilya Rozanov

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of chirpverse

Stats:

Published: 2026-03-20 Completed: 2026-03-21 Words: 8,179 Chapters: 2/2

started with a chirp (ended with a bang)

Summary

Shane paused. Then, with deliberate slowness, he said, "Let me get this straight. You want to bottom... so you can chirp better?"

"Well, it is not very straight, that is kind of point, yes?"

Shane took a deep, long-suffering breath.

Notes

Chapter 1: The Chirp

It started, as many things in Ilya's life have, with a chirp.

"Tell me, was getting Hollander's dick in your ass worth blowing up your whole career?" Peterson sneered quietly at Ilya during the tension of the face off. Ilya was not even sure why he kept it quiet, many of the referees did not care enough about homophobic chirps to police them. They hadn't cared when Ilya was closeted, why would they care when the comments were true?

Except, it wasn't true. Or at least, he did not actually know how Shane would fuck him. How he would look, or how it would feel.

Ilya was forced to swallow down a chirp, something he hated with a passion. But lying and responding with the first thing that came to mind, a "He fucks like a Stanley Cup champion, something I am sure your wife wishes she could say," felt wrong. If felt off in a way that Ilya did not have time to examine at the face-off line.

He instead had to chirp back, "Why do you ask? You are jealous, yes? Or just considering options for your career?"

The puck dropped before Peterson could get over his sputtering. Ilya won the face-off, but the thought simmered in the back of his mind through the rest of the period, then the locker room, the post-game interviews, and into the drive home afterwards.

----

Shane drove, unsurprisingly, like it was a test he needed to pass. Once they were living together in Ottawa on the same team, and driving to the same places together regularly, it quickly became obvious to Ilya that it was not worth dealing with the backseat driving comments about speed limits, turn signals, and the proper length of time to stop at a stop sign so that Ilya could be the one behind the wheel. He still drove his cars on nice days outside, or his boring car when they went places separately, but at this point in their relationship he tended to go without much complaint to the passenger seat. It was much easier, and saved many arguments, to simply let Shane be the one to drive them when the two of them were going somewhere together.

Even if the other Centaurs now liked to joke that marriage had turned Ilya into a "passenger princess." Ilya pretended to protest, and certainly had protested quite a bit in the beginning, but in all honesty, there was something about the setup that made him feel a flicker of warmth in his chest. The dedication to keeping both of them safe, and the natural way they now slid into their respective seats, it all was a visible sign of their marriage. It made Ilya feel cared for, which gave him a squirming, soft feeling that he did not examine too closely.

This is all to say, that Shane was driving when Ilya, after hours of turning the idea over in his head stated, "I would like for you to fuck me. In the ass."

The car swerved.

In complete defiance of his firm rule of "eyes on the road at all times, Ilya, there are deer," Shane turned his head to look at Ilya with wide eyes.

"Uh... ok? Yes, if you want, but, what brought this on?" Shane swallowed, returned his eyes to the road with some effort. "I mean, we kind of have a.. thing... at this point, one that you seem really happy with. And there's nothing wrong with that! Or with trying it the other way! I like our, uh, arrangement but if you want to, like, switch things up, if you are bored-"

Ah, his sweet, overthinking husband. Ilya gently took one of Shane’s hands off the wheel and held it between his. "Of course I am not bored, I could fuck you for a 100 years and not get bored. I could quit hockey to take up fucking you full time and I would still be grateful everyday to do it. I was just... thinking."

Shane blinked, "Thinking? About bottoming?"

"Yes, during the game."

"During the game?!"

Ilya smirked, "And the interview afterward."

Shane flushed for a moment, pink drowning out the stark contrast of his freckles on his skin momentarily. "The game made you think about bottoming?"

"Da, well, really Peterson did."

The look that crossed Shane's face was complex, starting somewhere around shock and ending firmly in the land of disgust.

Ilya hastened to clarify, "Something he said at the face-off. Very unoriginal chirp, quite lazy actually. But it got me thinking. He spoke about you fucking me, and my first thought was to tell him how good it was, but we have never actually done that. I don’t know how it would feel for us to do that. And I hate to not be able to shut up assholes, but it felt wrong, I think? To lie and pretend."

Shane paused. Then, with deliberate slowness, he said, "Let me get this straight. You want to bottom... so you can chirp better?"

"Well it is not very straight, that is kind of point, yes?"

Shane took a deep, long-suffering breath.

Ilya took a moment to order his thoughts more. The truth was, there was a part of him that squirmed in discomfort at the thought of changing their dynamic. A voice that sounded suspiciously like his father, going, "Russians do not do this."

Ilya had not cared what Russians do or do not do for some time now. He had in fact done many things Russians do not do, with the most prominent example being Shane Hollander. And he was at the point in what Galina liked to call, "his healing journey" that when he thought of what his father would have said about something, he now tried to do the opposite.

Another thing he was trying to improve through his "healing journey" was communication so he picked his next words carefully.

"It is stupid, yes? Whole world knows I love beautiful man now, I love beautiful man's cock in my mouth and I want it there everyday. They assume I put it other places already. But..."

"But...?"

Ilya opened his mouth. Closed it. The words were not there for him, just out of reach. For all that he was the one suggesting it, he was not actually sure how he felt about this. Or at the very least, he had an idea of what he felt, and he did not like it. He was obviously not straight, a fact the world at large knew very well at this point and which he felt no shame over. Yet, this felt like a step, one that he had never had the confidence, or the trust in someone, to examine before now. He would never think any less of Shane, or any other man for bottoming, but to imagine himself in that position...

It felt like carving himself open. Like stepping on a ledge and hoping a gust of wind wouldn't push him over. He didn't have the words, but he knew the feeling after a decade of hiding.

Fear had always made Ilya want to be defiant. To push. Even when what he was pushing against was himself.

"I want to do everything with you. To try everything. I do not want anything to hold me back from embracing you."

Shane risked another glance over, let out a breath, slightly shaky. It matched the small, borderline imperceptible shake in Ilya's hands to anyone who had not spent a decade attuning themself to his body, his heart.

"And also, you would be my first, yes?"

The car swerved again.

----

Shane put his foot down after that and demanded any other conversation about fucking Ilya happened when they were home and not driving at 80 kilometers per hour through woods filled with suicidal deer.

After they walked through the door, and gave a happy Anya all the requisite pats and scritches to show they really were home and had not left forever, Shane spoke again.

"Ok. Let's do this."

Ilya raised an eyebrow and lifted a hand to the hem of his shirt.

Shane threw his hands up quickly, as if to defend himself from the sight of his husband getting naked. "Not now! I need time to prepare. To get ready."

"Prepare? You need to study for this? What, have we not fucked enough in the past decade for you to understand how it works?"

Shane flushed again, "Yes, but that was from the other side. And I was a bit distracted at the time. And it's not like I haven't topped before, but those times were always with women, and they were uh, not great?"

Ilya smiled smugly. Did he like to think about his husband having bad sex with other people? No, not particularly. But he did like the reminder that Shane was his. That he was different from anyone else Shane had been with before. Better.

Shane breathed for a moment, gathered his courage, then stepped close to Ilya. With a confidence he did not feel, he placed his hands on Ilya's hips.

"I want to make sure I am good at this. I want to make it good for you."

Ilya's breath caught. For a moment, with the weight of Shane's hands on his hips, and his head dipped slightly to stare into Ilya's eyes with a heat unlike he had seen before, Ilya felt... different. Not quite small, he was taller and Ilya had not felt small in a long, long time. But he felt held, like Shane was cupping his heart between his palms. This was not an unfamiliar feeling to Ilya, but it had never felt quite like this before. Like all he had to do was let himself be held in Shane’s gaze and in his hands.

For the first time, the slightly detached musings he had been pondering since the face-off took a different shape. They transformed, became slightly more real. A flame of desire touched a paper thin urge in him that he did not realize he had, and that urge started to burn.

Chapter 2: The Bang

Chapter Summary

Ilya gives Shane some instructions.

Shane systematically destroys Ilya.

Chapter Notes

Alexa, play Training Season by Dua Lipa.

I thought this would just be a funny horny fic but these idiots are so in love that it infects the narrative.

Initially, Shane's study of something they had been doing for a decade, albeit in a different configuration, was not something Ilya particularly enjoyed. He had quite liked the idea of giving Shane more study material, as he felt about any activity that involved his husband with no clothes on. However, he quickly found Shane's new academic interest in sex added some complications.

"Ilya, do that again."

Ilya paused in thrusting his fingers towards the spot that only a moment ago had been causing Shane to make some truly delicious sounds, but was now making his husband speak in full sentences. He had heard these particular words from Shane before quite often, but the tone felt a bit different just now. He glanced up at Shane's face. A face which had a distracted look to it, brows furrowed, and neck craned down as if to check the positioning of where Ilya's fingers thrust into him.

Shane looked up and caught Ilya's eye. Then with an impatient twist to his mouth, he gave a small kick to Ilya's side with the leg he had loosely wrapped around him, as if Ilya was a stubborn horse that needed to be encouraged to trot.

"Come on, keep going. But do it just like you did a second ago, and slowly. I didn't quite catch what you did with your wrist."

Ilya stared, half bemused and half bewildered from having his attempts to take his husband apart turn into a demonstration of the proper technique for prostate massage. "Shane."

Shane's eyebrows dipped down. "Ilya."

"Solnyshko..."

Shane's eyes softened. Then his lip moved out slightly. Pouted. "Ilya."

Ilya's reluctance drained away immediately. He did the same maneuver from before again, slowly.

A breath shuddered out of Shane. Then, "How much does it feel like you are curling your fingers? It feels like it's a lot to me, but from your end is it less? The angle is all different when I try it on myself."

Ilya huffed out a sigh, and started giving instructions. He was sure he could work this into some proper dirty talk eventually, but it would be more of a challenge then normal.

----

Ilya did come around on Shane's "training period." For one thing, he found his husband's dedication to being the best, and the somewhat nerdy way he went about that, endlessly endearing. When it came to Shane's quirks, Ilya would always be a fan, as long as they were not the kind that made Shane unhappy in the way that some of his did.

For another, Ilya had noticed that this professional interest in sex had led to more sex, and more creative sex at that. Yes, there were a few interruptions to inquire about which positions gave him the most endurance and the least leg cramps, but the first time he walked in on Shane fingering himself in front of a mirror Ilya's feelings on the situation very quickly became more positive. And when Shane ordered Ilya to get down on his knees and fuck him in front of the mirror... Well, Ilya could be a good teacher if that's what Shane needed.

That was the final piece of it that pushed Ilya over. Not the enthusiastic mirror sex, something which Ilya normally had to slowly coax Shane into agreeing to, though that certainly helped.

But the assertiveness from Shane, the shift from begging to firm demands... There was certainly plenty of begging still, a sound which Ilya would never grow tired of. But over the past week, Ilya had noticed that Shane touched him slightly differently. Ilya noticed that when he gave a firm, guiding push to his knees for a better angle to see, or a hand to Ilya's jaw while they kissed that held a bit more tightly, Ilya felt something turn molten inside him. The tone of Shane’s voice as he said, “Down on your knees, Ilya. Show me how it’s done.” was something that had Ilya feeling horny in new ways.

However, there were other new feelings that had emerged in the past week.

One night, while Ilya cooked a meal that adhered to Shane's diet while still hopefully holding onto some flavor, Shane walked up and placed his hand low on Ilya's back as he leaned over his shoulder to look at the pot. "Are you adding too much salt again? You know we should be limiting sodium intake at this time of the year."

Ilya couldn't explain it. This was his husband, giving him a very chaste display of affection that he had done before, albeit rarely. But something about his hand in that position reminded him of Shane's hands gripping his hips that night which had started all of this. It reminded him of the thoughts that had been itching at him all of the past week. His mind stuttered for a moment.

"Ilya?" Shane's thumb stroked briefly low in the hollow of his back where it arched inwards, just above where the slope of his ass began.

It was only the fact that this was an often repeated argument that kept him answering somewhat smoothly, albeit with a brief delay that Ilya hoped Shane did not notice, "Salt is what gives food flavor! No reason for us to limit flavor any time of the year."

Shane groaned, "I wish you hadn't read that cookbook sometimes."

"Is good book! And Yuna gave it to me! She knows I need something to give your boring food flavor. You should read it, learn about Maillard effect so you can cook your weird burgers properly."

"There is nothing weird about using fat-free turkey and multigrain buns!" Despite his words, Shane laughed slightly, then he wrapped his arms around Ilya from behind, tugged him close, and dropped a small kiss to the back of his neck. Ilya could feel the press of Shane’s hips against his ass, and he felt hyperaware of the distance between Shane’s fingertips and the waistband of Ilya’s pants.

Ilya's breath caught in his chest. He felt a heat completely separate from that of the stove fill him, one that he was afraid was turning the tips of his ears red where Shane could see.

For a moment, Shane just breathed into the back of Ilya's neck, head leaned forward to rest against him. Ilya raised his hand, stroked Shane's hand where it sat low on his stomach. A beat passed where normally Ilya would do something with that heat, try to take the opportunity to once again get Shane naked and begging. But instead his mind fizzed into pure static as he tried to process what the strange feeling in his gut was. Abruptly, Ilya cleared his throat, turned off the stove and said as normally as he could manage, "Food is done!"

Shane gave him a look that Ilya couldn't quite read, then went to get the plates.

---

This is the thing. They had talked about it that night, and Ilya had been the one to ask for it. But he still wasn't certain how he felt about it.

For all that the past week's activities had been focused on instructing his perfectionist husband how to be the best top to ever top, they had not talked directly about Shane fucking Ilya again. This left Ilya in quiet moments over the past week pondering it. In the shower, while he worked out, or walked Anya, he turned the idea over in his head, looked at it from different angles and studied how the light caught it. Late at night, he looked down at Shane sleeping in his arms, and he imagined it.

Ilya was in therapy, another thing he had overcome his reservations about, so at this point in his life he had some practice looking at his feelings head on. Despite this, his feelings felt like a knot that he was frustrated to still be picking at.

On one level, it felt simple. He loved Shane. He has loved Shane's dick in every context they have tried thus far. He was an out bisexual man who felt nothing but deep hunger for his husband who he had sex with on a near daily basis, in a variety of positions.

And yet he felt... nervous? The type of nervous that he would normally sooth out of Shane, through gentle touches and soft words. If he went to Shane, he is sure he would do the same, but it felt silly to ask Shane for comfort about something Shane had been doing since very early on in their relationship. Something which should be simple for Ilya, and not cause this strange discomfort in his gut.

All his years in Russia with Sasha, and then in North America, he had never tried not being the top, or not reaching for dominance when things turned sexual. He could rationalize it by saying there had not been anyone he trusted enough during that time, not even Sasha. However there was a voice inside him that sounded annoyingly like Galina which whispered that he simply wasn’t comfortable with losing control. There was a familiarity and a comfort to being the one guiding the sex. A comfort to making his partner feel like they could let go of the reins and let Ilya give them what they needed. Ilya was not sure how it would feel to receive that instead.

And there was an uncertainty as well to the idea of being the one underneath Shane, getting fucked. An uncertainty and discomfort that Ilya frankly hated, but was struggling to rid himself of. He suspected there were complicated English words to describe what was going on with him, but Ilya did not know them and did not want to ask Galina what they were. All he knew was that he had been the one fucking his whole life, and there was a gap he was struggling to cross to become the one getting fucked.

At the same time, there was a slowly increasing fire licking away at his nerves. What initially started as a stubborn desire to chirp at homophobic assholes had turned into a desire of a completely different kind.

The lack of conversation about Ilya bottoming has almost made it worse as it has left him more room to wonder about it. To think about the weight to the touches Shane has given him recently, and the way it might feel for Shane to do even more. Shane and Ilya sound different during sex, a fact which Ilya normally enjoys. Shane has always reacted with more moans and soft gasps. Now, with this thought burning inside him, he is turning over those reactions, picturing himself in that place. Wondering what it would feel like to come apart. To be held like that. For Shane to do that to him.

It makes him... curious.

Even Ilya can admit that the situation has him acting ridiculous however. He was skittish like a shy new boyfriend around his husband who he has been fucking for a decade, and blushing(another thing Russians do not do, sorry Papa) at his touch. He is laying awake at night imagining what it could be like, while the man he is imagining fucking him drools on his chest. He wonders how obvious he is being. He feels like he needs to make fun of himself. God knows that Sveta would if she knew he was acting like a preteen with their very first crush over the thought of his husband fucking him into a mattress. For a man who had confidently sucked his first dick at 15 in an extremely homophobic country, these heart-fluttering nerves at the very idea of trying something new in the bedroom were utterly absurd.

—----------------------------

His plan to wait Shane out until he decides he is ready breaks around the two week mark. At this point, despite Ilya’s moment of uncharacteristic skittishness, they have fucked more than their normal amount which is a feat in itself, and Ilya has given a masterclass in how to fuck a man to orgasm. All without really discussing who exactly Shane will be fucking. It was driving Ilya insane.

Ilya decides to handle this the way he has approached most of his problems with Shane thus far. Head on and with horny gusto.

Fresh out of the shower, dripping still slightly with water and wearing only briefs and the tight black tank top that he knows makes Shane stare, he strides up to their bed where Shane is reading a boring autobiography, shoves the book out of his hands, and straddles his lap.

He settles his arms around Shane's neck and ignores the flutter in his stomach as Shane's hands reflexively go to his waist. Ilya raises an eyebrow at Shane. "Are you ready yet? You have done your homework, are ready to take test?"

Shane blinks, looks to his discarded book for a second like that will help him recalibrate to the situation then looks back at Ilya.

“Uh.”

Ilya grinded his ass into Shane’s dick a little as a reminder. “Your cock. My ass. You forget?” He could feel a growing hardness under him so at least Shane’s dick was getting with the program.

“No, no. I was just…” Shane swallowed. “Waiting for you?”

“Ah.” Ilya blinked at Shane. Shane blinked back.

“At first I did want to make sure I knew how to do it right, but then I decided to wait until you said something because…”

“Because?”

“You just seemed... Nervous?”

Ilya’s mouth parted as he tried to think of some way to object. There was nothing.

Shane squeezed Ilya’s waist after it became clear that for once, Ilya did not have a quick comeback. “It’s ok! I get it, it’s a lot.”

Ilya frowned down at him, finally getting a bit of equilibrium. “It is not a lot. I am… fine with it.”

“Wow. Fine? That’s encouraging.”

Ilya grimaced. Ok, that sounded slightly bad.

“Not fine. Interested?” He took a breath, and decided to take a page out of Shane’s book, shoving aside the nervous twist in his gut as he went. “I want to. I want- I want you.”

Shane’s eyes darkened. His grip on Ilya’s waist became a slow stroke up and down, not venturing far, but reminding Ilya where his hands were. Ilya noted that Shane’s dick was definitely on board.

What was the stupid English phrase? About coins? Ah, yes. In for a penny, in for a pound. It seemed a bit literal in this case. He decided to leap off the cliff, but still managed to be just enough of a coward to avert his eyes to the side as he did it.

“I also want… you to… Blyat, why is this hard?” Ok, maybe he was too much of a coward. Unsurprising.

“Hey, hey.” Ilya felt fingers on his chin as Shane forced him to meet his eyes. “It’s ok. I really do get it. It took you two years to convince me to let you fuck me, remember?”

Ilya managed a scoff despite his nerves. “Ah, yes. Hard to forget actually. Very long foreplay.”

Shane smiled softly. “Worth it though?”

Ilya leaned down and whispered against Shane’s lips, “Very worth it.”

Shane's smile widened, and he kissed him. Long and lingering, his fingertips trailing patterns against his side as he did. Suddenly, this really did feel silly. Ilya loved this man. He has loved him his whole life. Shane was the safest place in the world. He had nothing to fear.

He pulled back enough to meet Shane’s eyes again, gathering his breath and his courage as he did so. “I want you to do more of what you have been doing this past week. The touches. The way you have talked.”

Shane’s eyes crinkled ever so slightly. “You mean when I try to act like you?”

“Ah. Yes, that.”

One of Shane’s hands on his side trailed upwards and gripped the back of his neck. Firmly, possessively. “Like this?”

Ilya felt a shiver creep up his spine. He swallowed. “Da, yes.”

Shane moved slowly but purposefully then. His hands moved to Ilya’s shoulders, pushing gently but insistently, he guided Ilya down as he shifted them so that Ilya was beneath him, staring up with wide eyes and a slight flush on his cheeks. Ilya had been in this position a hundred times, but the different context, and knowing where it was going made it all feel very new. His legs had moved instinctively to wrap around Shane as he was lowered down, which brought Shane’s hardening cock into contact with Ilya’s own dick which had started to show interest. His imaginings up to now abruptly crystallized and became clearer. This was no longer an abstract idea. It was happening, about to happen. His husband was going to fuck him.

The heat in his stomach that had been building throughout this conversation, and the past two weeks, floods him. Suddenly, Ilya needs this.

“This ok?” Shane murmurs, and Ilya surges up to kiss him.

Between kisses, Ilya bites out, “Yes, yes,” trying something new, he whispers in a small, slightly desperate voice, “Please.”

Shane groans slightly into the kiss, and shifts the trajectory of his mouth. Trailing kisses behind him, he tucks his head into the crook of Ilya’s neck and begins mouthing at it. Encouraged by the soft gasp Ilya lets out, he moves his mouth up Ilya’s ear and nibbles at it. Ilya looks up at the ceiling, slightly surprised. All his years of sex and he did not know Shane licking and biting at his ear would feel like that? With a new passion, he suddenly feels like this was a great idea. This is compounded by the realization that sometime in the last minute, Shane had moved his hands up underneath Ilya’s shirt and was thumbing at his nipple, drawing another lick of flame up his spine.

Locking his legs more tightly around Shane, Ilya rocks his hips up against Shane’s cock experimentally. Shane groans in return, moving his mouth down to Ilya’s shoulder where he lightly bites it as they lose a minute to just rocking against each other. A familiar motion, with a new gravity to it. Shane moves one of his hands down to Ilya’s ass and squeezes. Ilya can feel his fingers brush between his cheeks through the thin fabric of his briefs and suddenly the friction on his cock isn't enough. He needs more.

“Solnyshko…” He says in what is dangerously close to a whine.

“It’s ok, sweetheart, I've got you.”

Ilya feels a bit like his ribs were just cracked open with the petname, but he isn't given much time to come to terms with that as Shane moves down his body, rucking up his shirt to bite at his nipples as he does so, pulling Ilya's underwear down his thighs at the same time. He trails his teeth down his chest, over his abs, until Ilya can feel his hot breath on his erection. Normally, he would place his legs to either side of Shane in this position, but instead, after Shane and Ilya have both pulled off their underwear, Ilya loosely hooks his legs back around Shane’s waist and opens as wide as he could.

Shane catches his eye, smiles again from where he is hovering over Ilya’s cock. “Good boy.” Then he moves down and licks Ilya from his balls to just under the head of his cock, immediately swallowing him down after.

Ilya feels a noise rise up in his throat and barely catches it before it escapes. A different, more embarrassing noise comes out instead shortly after when he startles as he feels a slick finger press against him, and he realizes he had missed Shane grabbing the lube when they changed positions.

Shane’s mouth lifts off of Ilya. “This ok?”

Ilya nods, not trusting his voice at the moment.

In a strangely tender movement that makes Ilya’s breath catch, Shane gives a quick kiss to the head of Ilya’s dick and says, “Ok, this might feel weird, just breathe through it.”

Part of Ilya wants to protest that he has been fingering open Shane for the past decade, he knows the process very well, thank you Shane, but he finds the reminder is actually helpful as he feels Shane’s finger enter him and he promptly forgets about his years of experience on the other side of this. He knew it got better, it clearly felt good for Shane and all the other men he had done this to, but Ilya couldn’t deny that at the moment it felt strange, and not particularly pleasant as he felt Shane’s finger go deeper, then drag out slightly to push in again a second time. Then Shane curled his finger slightly, just the way Ilya had taught him, and Ilya felt a curl of heat low in his body as the sensation changed.

“Ah.”

“Getting any better?”

Ilya looked at Shane, decided he didn’t want to be too passive even if he was letting Shane drive this time. “Hmm, not sure. Try again? Don’t forget my lessons.”

Shane rolled his eyes, and did the same motion again, but with a bit more force behind it as he aimed for the same spot. Ilya twitched, and a gasp slipped out.

Shane smirked. “Did my homework pay off?”

Ilya tried to keep his voice normal but he suspected that was a lost cause. “I will not give grades until after.”

Shane hummed, then Ilya felt another finger at his entrance. Oh, this was definitely happening now.

The next few minutes were a blur, as first Shane gave him two fingers, then three, curling and thrusting them inside just the way Ilya had taught him. When Shane found the spot which forced Ilya to let out a high, whimpering noise which he was absolutely certain he had never made before he realized something. Throughout the past two weeks, he had essentially given Shane a clear guide on how to absolutely destroy Ilya. And Shane was a very good student.

The fingering went on long enough that Ilya was starting to feel he needed more. What had been slightly overwhelming now didn’t feel like enough. He needed to feel Shane.

Trying to speak past the moans that kept forcing their way out of his mouth, he said, “Shane, lyubimyy, please.”

Because his husband was actually an asshole, and most likely getting revenge for a decade of Ilya breaking him apart piece by piece in the bedroom, Shane looked up from where he had been staring at Ilya’s hole with a focus that admittedly would have made Ilya feel self-conscious if he wasn’t so fucking horny, raised an eyebrow, and said. “You need something, Ilya?”

“Yes,” Ilya tried to groan with annoyance but instead it turned into a long groan of pleasure as Shane started to rub at his prostate. He grasped for the ability to speak English and was only slightly successful. “I do need. I need you to fucking put your dick in me.”

Shane’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop moving his fingers inside Ilya. “You sounded so pretty a moment ago. Tell it to me pretty again and I’ll give you what you need.”

Oh, oh god. Ilya knew he was blushing, and he hated it, but he hated not learning how his husband felt inside him even more.

Ilya swallowed, and went for it. “Please, Shane. I need you. Fuck me?”

Shane stilled, mouth dropping open slightly, then he surged up to kiss Ilya. His tongue slipped in, and there was a moment where Ilya lost himself in the familiar feeling of kissing Shane. Then he felt Shane’s hands under his knees lifting his legs to be higher up on his waist. He felt the press of Shane against his entrance and the situation felt very unfamiliar again.

Shane noticed Ilya tense, and his gaze softened. Gentle and low, like he needed Ilya to be the only person in the world to hear what he said next, he whispered, “Hey, you still want?”

With a surge of love, Ilya decided he needed to kiss this man immediately, and he did, pulling back a moment later to breathe against Shane’s lips, “I still want.”

Ilya felt Shane’s lips curl into a smile against his, then he felt Shane start to push into him.

Ilya gasped, and clutched Shane close in a way that he would probably feel embarrassed about later. Right now, he needed Shane to be as close as possible, even as Shane pressed deeper inside him. Shane was much bigger than the fingers Ilya had had inside him. For a moment, Ilya marveled at the fact that Shane regularly took Ilya’s significantly larger cock, because Ilya felt stretched further than should be possible right now, and Shane wasn’t even all the way in.

Ilya took comfort in the fact that Shane was also gasping for air. Ilya could see the furrow between Shane’s brows as he bottomed out in Ilya, and Ilya realized this was also a new experience for Shane, one in which his overachiever was working very hard to excel.

Shane dropped his head against Ilya’s shoulder and for a few seconds, both of them just breathed in and out in unison, catching their breath together. Ilya felt Shane place a small kiss upon his shoulder before going, “Ready for more?”

Ilya nodded.

Shane pulled out till the head of his cock tugged at Ilya’s rim, then slid back in in one smooth motion. Ilya let out a series of Russian curses and dug his nails into Shane’s shoulders. Shane did it again slowly, then stopped completely.

“Good?”

Ilya swore again then said, “Yes, yes. Good, go now!” He was honestly not sure how much of what he was saying was in English and how much was in Russian. Thankfully, Shane could understand him in either language.

Shane shifted, which had his dick briefly drag over Ilya’s prostate so he was blinking away stars when he realized that his legs were now hooked over Shane’s arms, and Shane was on his knees gripping Ilya’s ass firmly to lift his lower half off of the bed. Shane shifting closer forced Ilya's legs up close to his chest, and in his current position with no way to brace himself and no leverage to move, all he could do was grip at the sheets with his hands and look up dazed at his husband. He remembered demonstrating this exact position for Shane a week ago, and at the time he did not think at all about Shane potentially using it on him.

“Ok,” Shane said determinedly, which seemed like it was directed more at himself than Ilya. “Just like you taught me.”

As Shane pulled back and slammed into Ilya, every memory he had of teaching Shane about topping flew out of his mind. He knew exactly one thing, and that was that right now his husband was fucking him, and he was fucking him good.

Shane set a devastatingly fast pace immediately, and Ilya quickly lost the ability to focus on anything that wasn't the quick thrusts of Shane's cock filling him up, followed by the aching emptiness of him pulling back just for it to repeat. Distantly, Ilya thought he could hear the part of him that had been struggling before with the idea of getting fucked screaming, but in the moment he was more concerned with the drip of precome from his untouched dick where it slapped against his stomach.

There was no way Ilya was speaking English at this point, but frankly he did not think he was speaking much Russian either, just letting out gasps, moans, and at least one whimper that punctuated the staccato noise of skin against skin as Shane fucked into him hard and fast.

“Lyubimyy, ah, Shane-” Ilya felt his eyes prickling. Fucking Shane was always divine, but being fucked by Shane made Ilya feel like the rest of the world did not exist. All that mattered was Shane’s hands on him, and the feeling of him inside as Shane drove him utterly insane. He realized he didn’t need to think at all right now. He just needed to trust Shane to catch him as he fell.

“It’s ok, Ilya, baby, I’ve got you.” Shane panted, his grip on Ilya’s ass growing tighter. The motion changed, his thrusts going deeper, and a few careful thrusts later, he hit the spot in Ilya that made him see stars. With the absolute precision he was known for on the ice, he started to nail Ilya’s prostate with each deep stroke.

Ilya broke, and a tear trickled down his cheek as he gasped for air. He was drowning in sensation, utterly overwhelmed. He had never felt like this before, trapped, held, and getting his prostate absolutely hammered. The occasional brushes of Shane's body against his dick felt like just enough of a tease to make him more sensitive and it was causing Ilya to feel like he was cracking open.

He heard a soft inhale, then he felt Shane slow. A hand moved up to brush the tears away under his eye.

“Hey, Ilya, look at me?” Ilya hadn’t even realized he had closed his eyes. He blinked them open and met Shane’s eyes, whose concern shifted into a hesitant smile. “It’s a lot?”

A breath shuddered out of Ilya, and he tried to smile reassuringly back at Shane, but he was aware he still had tears in his eyes. “Ah. A little bit?”

Shane bit his lip, and stopped fully inside Ilya. Now the pressure of his cock felt less overwhelming, and more grounding, like the feeling of Shane inside him was keeping Ilya there with him. “Ilya, baby, do you trust me?”

Ilya nodded quickly. That was about the only thing he was absolutely confident of right now.

Shane nudged Ilya into wrapping his legs around his waist again, and said, “Hold onto me, alright?” Then he lifted Ilya up in a show of strength that made Ilya’s breath catch in his throat. He appreciated his husband’s muscles everyday, but it was not often that Shane used them on Ilya, and it was making him feel a way he had never felt before, as he was literally held by Shane.

Shane leaned back and pulled Ilya into his lap. After a moment of awkward readjustment, Shane had his back to the headboard of the bed with Ilya straddling him, Shane’s cock still a comforting presence inside him. “This ok?”

Ilya nodded. He felt a bit more pulled together now, but still trembling from the feeling of it all. He could feel the edges of embarrassment for his reaction creeping in, but it was drowned out at the moment by the love he felt for Shane.

Shane smiled and leaned in to give Ilya a surprisingly gentle kiss for someone who a minute ago had been systematically destroying Ilya’s prostate. Ilya kissed him back, and for a few minutes that stretched out syrupy sweet, they lost themselves in each other’s lips.

Ilya felt like he really had cracked open and had all of him spill out, only for Shane to fill him up again and seal up the cracks. With Shane’s arms around him, his lips against his, and his cock inside as a gentle reminder that Shane was in control right now, Ilya felt held by his husband more than he ever had before. He had been so scared to let someone else see him like this that he had forgotten that Shane had always been the only person he trusted to truly see him. The only person who truly understood Ilya, and loved him anyways.

Ilya huffed out a small laugh against Shane’s lips, and Shane chuckled back as the two pulled apart to smile wryly at each other. Ilya summoned enough of his normal confidence to grin at Shane and say, “Very good job so far, but I cannot give you grade yet.”

“Oh?” Shane murmured with a smile, hands slipping down to rest on Ilya’s ass.

Ilya nodded with mock seriousness. “Yes, test is not complete. I do not know yet if you have passed.”

Shane tried to look serious as well, but was unable to hide the curve to his lips. “Oh, sorry, let me fix that?” His hands squeezed Ilya’s ass, and he started moving Ilya into a grinding motion that had both of them hardening again.

Ilya, with some effort to be coherent now that his body was being reminded how close it got to the edge not long ago, said, “Ok, test can continue now.”

They quickly lost the plot after that, as they started a slow, dirty grind into each other. Ilya felt that fire flaring up again and his mind once again started to go quiet as Shane’s dick brushed up against his prostate. However, it wasn’t quite enough in this position to hit it consistently, and Ilya found himself needing more.

He felt a light slap against the side of his ass, and looked up to see Shane looking at him with what Ilya now recognized as the face his husband wore when he was deciding how exactly to make Ilya fall to pieces. Shane seemed to come to a decision, as he slapped Ilya’s ass again with a bit more force, and said, “Do you want to be a good boy for me?”

Ilya felt his dick twitch, and his breath caught. Shane had clearly been taking notes from Ilya’s dirty talk over the years. He nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes, I do.”

Shane gripped Ilya’s hips and encouraged him to rise until Shane was on the verge of slipping out. Shane’s eyes were dark and focused as he said, “Bounce for me, baby. I want to watch you make yourself feel good.”

Oh, Ilya thought, stunned. He had created a monster. Ilya was honestly a little proud. And extremely turned on.

He was going to make his husband proud too, Ilya decided as he fucked himself down onto Shane’s dick. Both of them groaned, and Ilya quickly found a rhythm as he rose up and dropped himself down onto Shane again and again, using Shane to fuck himself till he was on the edge again. It was much easier to find the right angle like this, and Ilya was quickly gasping into Shane’s mouth as he lost himself in the sensation of Shane moving so deep inside him. Shane’s hands were tight on his hips as he helped pull Ilya down into him. Ilya hoped his hands left bruises. He wanted Shane's fingerprints imprinted deep into his skin so he could look down and see the shape of Shane’s hands on him for weeks after this.

“God, Ilya.” Shane bit at Ilya’s lip and panted. “You’re doing so good, you feel so good.”

Ilya moaned long and loud. His thighs were starting to burn from the exertion, but he barely noticed as he just focused on fucking himself down onto Shane as hard as he could. Shane braced his feet on the bed and thrust up as Ilya came down, making both of them gasp. They were always able to work so well together on the ice, and now it meant that they were able to synchronize perfectly to get Shane as deep as possible.

Shane slapped his ass hard, and the crack of it forced a whine out of Ilya.

“Oh fuck.” Shane cursed. “Ilya, Ilya, baby, are you close?”

Ilya gasped as a thrust hit just right. “Yes! Yes, lyubmiyy, yes!”

“Can I- Ilya, I’m so close, can I-”

Ilya slammed himself down and grinded as deep as he could, the motion giving friction to his dick finally as it dragged against Shane’s abs. “Inside, I want it, please.”

Shane pulled Ilya down and held him there as his dick twitched inside Ilya and a warmth spread inside him, adding to the wetness of the lube and precum. Ilya had Shane’s cum deep inside him, and the thought of it dripping out of him and down his thighs, hurtled Ilya off of the cliff he had been barely holding onto. With a jolt and a gasp, Ilya came onto Shane’s chest as both of them panted like they had just run a marathon then played three periods.

Heads tipped forward to rest against each other, their breaths slowed, and Ilya felt himself coming back from the edge slowly. Shane sighed low and exhausted, but completely satisfied as he tipped them over so that they were laying on their sides. His softening dick was still inside Ilya, who kept his legs wrapped around Shane so that their bodies curled into each other, intertwined.

“Fuck, that was…” Shane sounded dazed as if he had been the one who got fucked untill he was in tears.

Ilya let out a shaky laugh, “Yes, fuck indeed.”

They stayed in that moment for a little while, then tentatively, with more visible nerves than Ilya had seen since Ilya climbed into his lap, Shane whispered, “Was it, you know, good?”

Oh, Shane. Ilya found new ways to love him everyday. Ilya smiled and cupped his cheek. “Moy lyubimyy, you were so good. And we are absolutely doing that again.”

Shane looked relieved, “Oh thank god, I was worried for a minute there.”

“I should have known you would try to be too good of a student. But is ok, you passed.” Ilya kissed Shane’s nose. “Congratulations, you are officially a top now!”

Shane rolled his eyes but he looked pleased, because he would always want to be the best at everything, even if that was an imaginary topping test. “Thanks, Ilya.” Then he looked worried, and a moment later he said, “...We are doing it the other way still, right?”

Ilya propped himself up on one elbow to look down at Shane incredulously. “Yes, Shane. I am still going to fuck you as much as possible. What kind of question is that?”

Shane huffed, “I was just making sure!” He looked so relieved that Ilya had to laugh. He had just fucked him so well he had seen stars and cried, but Shane was truly such a bottom.

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The center for the Kansas City Pioneers skated up to the face-off line and spat onto the ice. Crouching down, he chewed on his mouthguard and smirked at Ilya. “So, do you get dick from Hollander when you win, or just when you lose and your ass is already sore from getting fucked?”

Ilya grinned. Ah, they make it too easy.

“It depends! He surprises me often, so is like a special treat everytime. I highly recommend! The ass fucking, not my husband. He is taken.”

Ilya wins the face off.

Chapter End Notes

-Shane, professional bottom who personally likes it given to him hard, who has spent the past two weeks studying under a professional top and has constructed a 7-step plan to destroy his husband with absolute strategic precision. Ilya, his husband, who has never even been fingered before and had not considered the implications of Shane weaponizing every bit of advice he gave him.

-Listen, listen, Shane would not top without overthinking, overplanning, and overpreparing. He is not going to show up to day 1 of being a top as anything less than the best if he has any say in the matter. He's going to get a good grade in topping, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve.
 
-If Shane seems out of character at any point, please remember that Shane is trying to channel Ilya throughout this, with occasional moments where he breaks character. Also, I will be so real with you folks, the break midway through the smut only occurs because I knew I wanted Shane to slap Ilya's ass and tell him to bounce on it and I needed to find a way to transition from Ilya getting overwhelmed to that. Love DOES win apparently.

-Ilya thinking about Shane fucking him till he cries later: I deserve a special little treat. :)

-You may have noticed this is now a series. I had an idea related to the comment above this about Ilya getting a special little treat. Subscribe for more Ilya getting railed content.