Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Domming from the bottom, sub top, Sub Top Ilya Rozanov, Top Ilya Rozanov, Bottom Shane Hollander, Dom Bottom Shane Hollander, Bondage, Sub Ilya Rozanov, Dom Shane Hollander, Kink Negotiation, the cottage, Riding, Anal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Teasing

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of Kink at the Cottage (hollanov oneshots)

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Published: 2026-01-16 Words: 4,269 Chapters: 1/1

i wanna do bad things with you

Summary

“You want to be on top?” Ilya asks, sounding confused, which is fair because Shane hadn’t explained it very well. “You want to fuck me?”

Shane shakes his head, and then frowns. “No. Well, not no, but that’s not what I mean. I want to… well.” He takes a breath. He has to just come out and say it. “I kind of want to….. Ride you while you’re tied up.” He says it all at once, very quickly. “While being in charge.”

Shane wants to try out being in charge.

Notes

Title from Bad Things by Cailin Russo

Thank you so much @Internerdionality for betaing !

“So,” Shane says, when they’re sitting together after dinner. “I had an idea.”

It’s been a few days since the whole thing with his parents. Ilya is still at his cottage—in fact, he’d extended his stay for another week, because neither of them had wanted him to go home yet. It’s been the best time of Shane’s life, just getting to be near to him without fear, spending the slow summer days being lazy and enjoying themselves. Enjoying what they are, what they’re becoming. It’s a bit scary, knowing they won’t get to have this for most of the year, and that it could come crashing down around them if anyone found out, but Shane’s putting that from his mind and forcing himself to take in the moments as they come, as he has them.

And they’ve been fucking. A lot. Shane just can’t get enough, and neither can Ilya. They’re learning each other’s bodies even more than they already had, without the inhibitions that came with it being just something casual. It’s been fucking amazing, and Shane doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. 

Except, he has an idea he just can’t get out of his mind.

“Yes?” Ilya turns and looks up at him from where he’s leaning against Shane’s chest. Shane hesitates. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just–” Shane sighs. “You’re allowed to say no, just don’t make fun of me, alright?” He can’t help but be earnest in the moment. He’s worried what Ilya will think.

Previously, Ilya might have brushed it off, but since they’ve gotten to know each other better, Ilya seems to be able to tell when something is not to be joked about. “Yes, okay,” he says. He nods. “Go ahead, tell me.”

“I want to… you know I’ve been loving everything we do together. The way we, you know. Have sex,” he starts. “I don’t want to change anything, I promise I don’t, I just want to try something new. Just once.” Ilya nods, waiting patiently as Shane talks about what he’s trying to say. He could keep going on like this, but he doesn’t allow himself to hesitate any longer. “I want to try being in charge. Just once.” He looks away as he says it, worried for Ilya’s reaction.

Ilya takes a moment to speak, but he reaches up and touches Shane’s face. Shane can’t help but lean into it. 

“You want to be on top?” Ilya asks, sounding unsure, which is fair because Shane hadn’t explained it very well. “You want to fuck me?”

Shane shakes his head, and then frowns. “No. Well, not no, but that’s not what I mean. I want to… well.” He takes a breath. He has to just come out and say it. “I kind of want to….. Ride you while you’re tied up.” He says it all at once, very quickly. “While being in charge.”

Shane glances at Ilya in time to see his eyebrows raise, a look of surprise on his face. “You would like to tie me up?” he asks, and he doesn’t look disgusted by the idea. Curious, maybe. “And do you have rope?”

“No,” Shane says, a blush on his face. “I, well… I ordered something. Online. Hold on.” 

And then Shane’s getting up and heading towards the bedroom, and he hears Ilya following him. He goes to his closet, and a drawer that he rarely opens. It has his dildo in it, now joined by a second, and a pair of, well–

“You cannot be serious,” Ilya says, and he sounds like he’s on the verge of laughing. 

Shane holds up the pair of fuzzy handcuffs — black fur, not pink, at least — and tries not to let the embarrassment get to him. “I saw them while I was shopping, and I just thought… We could try, at least?”

“Shane, I could break out of these in second,” Ilya says, and he takes them from Shane’s hands.

“Well, that’s not really the point,” Shane starts to say, but Ilya is already buckling his wrists into the handcuffs, holding them out so Shane can secure his other hand, and Shane’s heart is beating faster. He didn’t mean to do it right now. “They’re more symbolic than actually keeping you from getting free,” he adds, starting to feel a bit lame.

Ilya examines his wrists in the handcuffs, and then tugs at them a few times. He looks up at Shane, makes eye contact, and then pulls. The chain snaps in half only moments later. 

“See? Not strong,” Ilya says. Shane sighs softly. He can feel himself starting to pout.

“Okay,” he mutters, giving the key to the handcuffs to Ilya so he can get himself free. He feels stupid for his suggestion, even though he knew that wasn’t Ilya’s intention. “I’m gonna go work out.” That always helps him when his head starts getting loud, like it’s beginning to do, and he can be quiet for a bit in his private gym, which is just downstairs. 

He leaves the room before Ilya’s even finished undoing the handcuffs. He just needs a few minutes to himself. He’s not upset. He’s not.

He still has PT exercises he’s meant to be doing for his collarbone, so he gets out the heavy resistance bands and starts on them. He grunts as he starts the rep, feeling the strain after a few minutes. Ilya doesn’t appear for a while, not until he’s nearly through his reps, and Shane only notices him in the mirror, standing in the doorway and watching for who knows how long.

They make eye contact, and then Shane looks away. Ilya makes his way over.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “About handcuffs.”

Shane sighs softly, and shrugs. “It’s okay. Forget the whole thing. It was a stupid idea.”

Ilya smiles, standing behind him and putting a hand on his waist as he continues his twists with the resistance bands. 

“Tell me more,” Ilya says, meeting his eyes in the mirror only. This is easier. “Tell me what you would do to me, if you had me all tied up.”

Shane bites his lip. He switches sides, not wanting to work out unevenly. This means he has to look away. It’s hard to say, but he speaks anyway. “I thought I could tease you a bit,” he says, voice low. “Make you ask for me to take my clothes off. Prep myself in front of you.”

Ilya is still watching him, Shane can feel the eyes on him, even though Ilya’s stepped back to give him room. “And, what, I just watch?”

“Well, yeah,” Shane continues. “Until I decide you’ve been good enough. Then I’d ride you. But I’d take it slow. Stop any time you’re close to coming.” He feels his face heating up talking about it, but he keeps talking. “Make you beg me to let you come. I might be mean. I might not let you.” Shane licks his lips. Ilya doesn’t respond for a moment. “Does that sound like something… Would you be willing to try that?”

“I am not sure how I will feel,” he says. Shane appreciates the honesty, not having to worry that he’s being lied to and not picking up the cues. “But yes. I will try.”

“We can always stop if you’re hating it,” Shane says, and makes fleeting eye contact through the mirror again. Ilya nods.

“I understand.” 

Shane smiles a little. He can’t help himself. Ilya is so beautiful, and always takes him apart so well. Shane wants to give it a try, to see how it feels, to be in power. “I might not like it either,” he admits. “I just thought it could be fun to try.”

Ilya smiles at him, and it’s softer than usual. Then it turns a bit sly. Shane has stopped in his reps, but he still holds the resistance bands. “So we have no rope, no handcuffs, how else will you tie me up?” Ilya asks. 

Their eyes land on the resistance bands at the same time. Ilya raises an eyebrow, and Shane nods.

“That could work.”

—

They wait until the next day to try it. After dinner, with plenty of time left for their experiment before they get tired, they head to Shane’s room. 

Shane is the one to lean in and kiss Ilya, capturing his lips. This is going to be different, but he doesn’t want it to feel too different. He can feel his heart beating fast, his breath coming a little quick. He’s excited to try this.

They kiss, standing near the door, for several minutes, just moving their lips together. Slow, unhurried, not a lot of tongue. It’s nice. It’s lovely. Shane wants more. He’s still the one to pull back first, and look Ilya in the eyes, seeing a similar excitement in them. He thinks Ilya will like this. He hopes.

“You can tell me to stop,” Shane whispers to him. “If you don’t want to keep going, please tell me to stop.”

Ilya nods, licking his lips. “I will.” Then he steps back and straightens up, a bit of a smirk on his face. “You are in charge, Hollander. Where will you have me?”

Shane grins. “First, you need to get naked,” he says. Shane steps back and sits on the bed, nodding. “Go on. Give me a show.”

Ilya laughs softly at him, but then the eye contact becomes heated. The lights are half-dimmed in the bedroom, the curtains drawn. It feels intimate as Ilya peels off his shirt, tossing it to the side. Shane has an idea. 

“No,” he says, gesturing to the shirt. “Fold it properly.”

Ilya raises an eyebrow, almost seeming like he’s going to say no, but then remembers the game they’re playing. He leans over and picks up his shirt, folding it and setting it on the bed. Then he takes off his pants, and does the same with those, followed by his socks, then his underwear. There’s no hesitation to it. Soon he stands, naked and just a touch hard, in front of Shane. Shane licks his lips. Part of him almost wants to say fuck it to their game, and get down on his knees. But there’ll be plenty of time for that.

“Alright, what now?” Ilya asks. Shane looks back up at him.

“Sit on the chair,” he gestures. As Ilya sits, Shane stands, going around behind him. He grabs the resistance band, the strongest weight, and kneels behind Ilya to start binding him with it. He does the best job he can, starting at his wrists and winding the band up towards his elbows, not loose but not stretched or tight. “Does that feel okay?” he asks, after tying the ends together in a loose knot near Ilya’s elbows. “Not too tight? Not restrictive?”

Ilya tugs a little, and nothing comes loose. “Yes,” he says. “Not too tight. Could probably get free if I really wanted to. But, I will not.”

Shane smiles, glad that Ilya is playing into the game. He walks around Ilya, feeling powerful, still dressed with him naked and tied and vulnerable. Ilya shifts a little. Shane would love to know what’s in his head. “You look good like this.”

Ilya gives a bit of a smirk. “You would look better without clothes on,” he says, and Shane thinks about it. But no, he wants to keep them on a little longer. Even if it’s just his sweatpants and an athletic tee, he likes the feeling and wants to savour it. “You should take them off.”

“I don’t think I will,” he says. He steps forward, and reaches out to trail his hands over Ilya’s shoulders, down his chest. He sees Ilya’s cock jerk a little. It isn’t fully hard yet, but it’s certainly not uninterested, which is a good sign. “I think I’ll do whatever I want with you.”

Shane sees Ilya’s throat bob as he swallows, and brushes his fingers over his boyfriend’s neck, up to his cheek. He lightly grips his chin, just for a moment. Ilya looks up at him, smirk wiped off his face.

Shane lets his hand trail back down lower, over Ilya’s neck, then his chest, then down over his abs. He nudges Ilya’s legs open with his foot, and then touches around his cock, over his thighs and abs, without letting his fingers touch his cock yet. It twitches again, filling in front of his eyes as Shane rubs a hand down his thigh, and then over to the other thigh.

“Maybe I won’t even touch you,” Shane hums softly. He wants to tease, wants to get Ilya worked up before he rides him. “Maybe I’ll get one of my dildos out and have fun by myself. Let you watch.”

“One of?” Ilya asks, leaning forward. He tries to catch Shane’s eyes, but Shane stares down at his cock, watching it intently. It twitches again. Shane smiles. “What do you mean, one of?”

“I bought another, over the winter,” Shane explains. He knows what Ilya will ask next, so he answers. “Realistic, nine inches, just the right thickness.”

“Ah,” Ilya says, and the smirk comes back for a moment. “So you had been preparing yourself for me.”

Shane pulls away, and watches the way Ilya follows him for just a moment before getting a hold of himself. 

“I was,” Shane agrees. He’d intentionally gotten one just the right size, approximated the measurements based on how he remembered Ilya feeling in his hand, and he’d pretty much nailed it. “But it’s not as good as the real thing.”

Shane walks back to the bed, and sits on it, facing Ilya and watching his face. Ilya lounges, still looking comfortable despite his tied arms. 

“So. What now?” Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Now you watch,” Shane says, starting to take off his shirt. He folds it carefully, taking his time, and sets it to the side. He feels Ilya’s impatience but he lets it hang in the air and continues with taking off his pants, and then underwear, and then socks, because he knows Ilya will complain otherwise. He goes to his bedside drawer and grabs his lube, and then returns to sit on the bed again.

His cock is already hard, just from anticipation, so he takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Just warming up. He lets his other hand trail down his chest, over his stomach, then back up again, moving and working slowly. Shane keeps an eye on Ilya all the while, seeing how he stares, and once they make eye contact neither can break it. It’s always like this, looking at Ilya. He never wants to look away. It’s a problem, but not one that he wants to go away.

Shane has to shift, taking his hand off his cock and pulling one knee up until his foot is on the bed. He leans half on his side, reaching for the lube and slapping around for it on the bed until he finds it. He gets his hand on it and squirts enough onto his fingers. He watches Ilya’s gaze flick between his face and his now on-display ass.

It takes a bit of twisting, but Shane gets his fingers between his cheeks and finds his hole. He rubs around it for a moment, mimicking the way Ilya always teases him like this, playing with himself for a few moments before pushing his middle finger inside. He only gives it a few moments before pushing his pointer finger inside as well, and groans in relief and pleasure at the slight stretch. Ilya had fucked him only that morning, so the stretching really isn’t necessary. Still, he likes the feeling, and knows how to make it feel good. He’d done this plenty of times when playing with his dildo, back when it was far between the times he got to see his not-yet-boyfriend.

Most importantly, though, he loves watching the expression on Ilya’s face as he watches Shane prepare himself. He knows Ilya wants to be the one doing it. His face is getting easier and easier for Shane to read. His mouth is now parted, concentration on his face as he stares at where Shane’s fingers disappear into himself. Shane grins, and then moans again, louder, a little more distinct. He doesn’t try to force the noises, but he does make more of them, let more come out as he starts to really get into it.

“God, it feels so good,” Shane moans, just to work Ilya up further. He can see Ilya’s breath catch. “I know you wish this were your fingers, or just your cock.” He’s growing more confident with the things he can say, watching Ilya’s face grow more and more hungry as his eyes flick between Shane’s face and ass. “I do too. But it still feels good. I could come just like this,” he continues on. “Just on my fingers, with my hand. I have before.” Ilya looks at his face again, then, eyes wide. Shane grins and nods at the unspoken question. “When we’ve been apart, when I couldn’t have you, I had to make do.” Shane presses his fingers deeper, finds his prostate, and moans. He lets his eyes close, his mouth fall open. “Never wanted to find anyone else. Another man. None of them could be you.”

Ilya actually growls just at the very possibility. His arm muscles flex as he resists the urge to pull at the ties around his wrists, and Shane can’t help but grin. 

“Shane—” he says, cutting himself off.

“I haven’t, really. Only ever by myself, thinking of you. Fingers and toys really can’t compare. Not to you.” He meets Ilya’s eyes, making sure he knows that Shane means it, that this isn’t part of some role he’s playing. 

Ilya looks almost dazed, now, his face heavy with arousal. His mouth is a little open, his eyebrows loose, like he’s forgotten about them. His arms are tense, muscles strained. 

Shane thinks it’s gorgeous. Part of him already wants to give in and plant himself on Ilya’s cock, but the rest of him wants to work him up just a little bit more. He wants to see if he can get Ilya to beg. Shane pushes in a third finger. 

“Feels really good,” he says again. “Your fingers are thicker, though, fuck.” Shane closes his eyes for a moment, but opens them again, not wanting to miss a minute of Ilya’s expressions. “I can’t wait to have your cock in me, it’s always so good, fills me up so good.” He’s losing track of what he’s saying, a bit. His own cock is hard enough to hurt, but he won’t touch it yet.

“Shane—” Ilya says again. His cock is hard, too, and when Shane looks at it, it gives a little dribble. “Why— Why wait?”

Shane smiles and keeps thrusting his fingers, arching his back a little, contorting his body so Ilya can see his ass better without Shane having to take his eyes off of Ilya. “Because I feel like it,” he says. He can’t really think of a better reason, but he does. It’s fun, to do this. He gets why Ilya likes being in charge. Shane certainly doesn’t want to do this every night, but he’s enjoying himself. “Because you’ve done this to me before. How does it feel?”

Ilya tugs against the bonds, but he can’t release himself. He groans, his hips thrusting up a little. “You are so mean,” he says, and it almost sounds like a whine, the closest thing to a whine he’s ever heard from Ilya. 

Shane feels another rush of power, and nods. “I know.” He thinks he’s had enough teasing now, but he wants to hear Ilya beg, still. “Ask nicely and I might come over and use your cock.”

Ilya’s arms strain, his cock jumping. Shane’s own cock drools in response as Ilya groans. “Please, Shane,” he begs without hesitation. “I need it. I need you.”

Shane tugs his fingers out and he climbs off the bed, not wanting to waste another moment. He can’t stop himself, he needs Ilya as much as Ilya needs him. Shane climbs over Ilya’s lap, reaching under him to steady Ilya’s cock as he starts to press back against it, press it into himself. Ilya keens when Shane just touches him, and starts panting as Shane starts to slide down, slick enough from fingering himself.

Ilya’s hips buck up and meet his as he sinks down, and soon enough Shane sits fully impaled, leaning forward and resting his face in Ilya’s neck. Both of them let out groans of relief.

“Fuck,” Ilya breathes. “Please, need you.” He whines a second time, louder, as Shane slowly starts to lift up, and his hips jerk up again as Shane sinks back down. “Fuck, won’t last, I’m sorry.”

“Me neither, fuck,” Shane breathes, reaching between them to get a hand around his own cock as he starts to ride, rolling his hips more than dropping up and down. Ilya’s cock feels fucking amazing inside him, filling him just right, just like he’s become accustomed to. “So fucking good,” he gets out. He tries not to go too fast, wanting to last at least another few moments, bracing his hand against the back of the chair. Rolling his hips like this, he’s also thrusting into his own hand, and he feels so close, but he holds back. “Never want anyone else, nothing else in me, why would I, not when I have you right here, all tied up for me,” he says, a whimper on his lips. “Just for me, all mine.”

“Shane,” Ilya pleads. “Shane, please, Shane.” It seems to be all he’s able to say. 

Shane needs him. He needs Ilya’s hands on him. 

“Fuck, I can’t, hold on—” Shane suddenly takes his hand off his cock and reaches over the back of the chair, draping himself against Ilya’s chest and stopping the bouncing of his ass despite Ilya’s noise of distress and bucking hips. Shane finds the knot he’d made and undoes it with a few pulls, then tries to encourage the bands down and off. Ilya pulls with him when he realises what’s happening, which doesn’t super help, but he doesn’t care. “Almost there,” he breathes, and then Ilya’s hands are free and where they belong, wrapping around his waist and holding him close as Ilya lifts him and somehow manages to stand up without his dick falling out. . As Shane gasps and clutches his thighs tighter around Ilya's hips, Ilya staggers forward and gets them to the bed. 

Ilya plants his knees on the mattress and then falls down bodily on top of Shane without letting him go, pinning him down with his weight. Ilya starts moving again, as fast as his hips will move him, little rabbit-thrusts that barely pull out at all. Ilya moans in his ear, and Shane whines back, his legs splaying out even wider, letting Ilya get even deeper. Ilya’s hands grip at him where they’re still wrapped around him, arms trapped under both of them. Shane wraps his arms around Ilya’s shoulders, keeping him close.

Shane’s never felt Ilya fuck him with this much haste, not quite in a rhythm, a little sloppy and uncoordinated and driven by nothing but pure desperation. It’s not quite rough, but it’s not gentle, either. It’s absolutely perfect. Shane could get addicted to this.

“Ilya,” Shane moans eagerly. He’s almost reached his climax, just moments away. He buries his hands in Ilya’s hair and pulls at it without trying to move Ilya’s face. “Gonna come, I can’t—”

“Come for me,” Ilya demands, and Shane does almost immediately, especially as he feels Ilya’s hips stutter and feels him come as well, pressing deep and staying there for a moment, before thrusting again, even as they both start to get more sensitive. “Fuckkkk, Shane,” he gasps, burying his face in Shane’s neck and breathing hard. 

“Ilya,” Shane says again, barely above a whisper. He loosens his grip on Ilya’s hair and gently pets it instead, his hips relaxing a little as Ilya stays where he is. “Fuck. Felt so good.”

Ilya keeps thrusting for another few moments, slow and lazy, before finally pulling out and starting to lift himself up. Shane lets him, knowing he’ll get sore after too long, but doesn’t let go of him, instead pulling him back down to lay against Shane’s chest again. Ilya splays out over him as he lets his legs fall straight, and they lay that way for a while, both of them catching their breath.

Eventually, the discomfort of being unclean has Shane shifting, but he doesn’t get up without leaning over and kissing Ilya softly and soundly first. He sighs happily, cupping his cheek.

“That was alright?” he asks, hoping for some reassurance that his idea had been a good one.

Ilya looks up at him, and nods. He still looks a little wrecked. “Yes,” he says. “It was good. You did good job, being mean.”

“I wasn’t that mean to you,” Shane grumbles softly, but he can’t help smiling. 

“No, not like time you made me wait two years to fuck you,” Ilya says with a sly smile. “This was much faster than that.”

“Hey!” Shane shoves at Ilya a little, grinning now. “Next time, I’ll be meaner!”

Ilya grins too, and leans in to kiss him again. “Promise?”