Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Oral Sex, Large Cock, Butt Plugs, Mentions of choking, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Top Ilya Rozanov, Bottom Shane Hollander, Light BDSM, Blow Jobs

Language:

English

Series:

Part 4 of Sincere Communication

Stats:

Published: 2026-01-28 Words: 1,542 Chapters: 1/1

The Drowning of Shane Hollander

Summary

Shane and Ilya have exactly one hour for sex before Ilya has to be on a red eye to Denver. They make the most of the time available.

Notes

This scene takes place after the first game of the season, before “Clint Marlow, Ally?” but I’m putting it after because it’s helpful to have the context from that story for this one.

This is all smut, it's not relevant to the plot of the series. It can also be read as a stand alone.

“I suppose you’re here to drown me.” Shane said as he opened the door to his house in Montreal.

“Choke. I was trying to say choke, but I got all mixed up. Either way, you can’t breathe and your face gets all blotchy and red and maybe you cry.”

Shane let out a little chuckle “that’s not hot, Roz.”

“You are lying.” Ilya sing-songed as he pushed his boyfriend against the entryway wall and kissed him hungrily. “Want to know how I can tell?” He asked while cupping Shane’s growing erection.

Shane grabbed his hand and brought it up to his throat. “You want to choke me like this?” He squeezed Ilya’s hand around his throat while working his leg between the other man’s, caressing his dick with his thick thigh “or with this?”

Shane was looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes while talking about being choked in that deep, breathy voice he only used when they fucked. Every nerve ending in Ilya’s body lit up. This was the best feeling on earth. He didn’t need women, other men, fast cars, cocaine, or even vodka as much as he needed to see pretty boy Shane Hollander like this as much as humanly possible.

“You can’t help it, can you? You want it so badly” he teased and Shane nodded and rubbed against him with more purpose.

Ilya leaned in for a kiss and then bit Shane’s lip, his jaw line, then he moved his hand to nip at his neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to scrape his teeth against Shane’s pulse and feel more than hear the desperate whine that came out of his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you in the entryway, or can you hold on until we get to the bedroom?” He asked and Shane nodded, already fuck drunk and they hadn’t even done anything.

Ilya cradled Shane’s head in both of his large, warm hands, making him focus on his face, inches away. “Which is it, sweetheart, here on the floor or in the bedroom, you get to pick.”

Shane’s eyes trailed to the bedroom and he whined and writhed, trying to get closer, but Ilya held himself straight and just far enough away that his boy got no relief. “Use your words” he warned.

“Bedroom, please, fuck, take me to the bedroom and choke me with your dick”

He was rewarded when Ilya pulled his face the rest of the way and claimed his mouth in a deep, wet, open kiss, then he took the front of Shane’s tasteful cashmere sweater in his fist and dragged him laughing through the house towards the bedroom to the king sized bed.

“Get naked.” He commanded. “I only have one hour before I have to leave for airport.”

“I know” Shane replied, already shirtless. “I kind of… got started without you.” Then he dropped his shorts and underwear, turned around, and grabbed one meaty ass cheek to reveal a flash of a butt plug nestled in his crack.

Ilya saw the lube already out on the bedside table and the mental image of his hot, horny boyfriend working a plug into his hole so they could fuck quickly made him have to take a sobering breath before it turned into a very short hour. “Get on your knees on the floor” he managed to rasp.

Ilya arranged himself on the bed with Shane between his legs. He was stunning on his knees, thighs bulging, dick standing at attention with the tip glistening despite not being touched once. His smooth chest rose and fell, dark nipples peaked in arousal. His abs clenched with anticipation.

Ilya grabbed his massive cock in one hand and beckoned Shane forward with the other one. At nine inches, it wasn’t a comfortable fit for anyone, but they had years of practice on their side.

“Kiss it” and Shane did. He pulled Ilya’s foreskin back from the head and kissed it chasely with his lips closed, then he opened his mouth and allowed just the head to slip into wet heat. He swirled his tongue around the frenulum, sinking into the sensation of heavy flesh pressing up against his soft pallet. Thoughts flowed away as Shane took more and more of Ilya's dick, relaxing his jaw and concentrating on the sensations he could provide with different parts of his mouth.

When the head hit the back of his throat, he felt a jolt of sensation coming from his ass and realized that while he’d been focused on Ilya’s dick, his asshole boyfriend had snuck a foot under him without him noticing and was now gently pushing on the base of his plug with his big toe. Shane garbled a yelp and started to move away when Ilya gripped his shoulders somewhat hard. “Stay” he commanded and Shane stilled.

“Breathing through your nose ok?” He asked and Shane gave him a thumbs up, looking somewhat petulant around the massive cock in his mouth. “And what is the signal to stop?” Shane rolled his eyes and tapped Ilya’s thigh two times. “Good, are you ready?” Shane gave a slightly bitchy thumbs up. “Safety first, Solnyshko” he teased as he pushed forward, filling Shane’s throat and blocking his airway completely.

Ilya was holding him down by his hair, but Shane had a fierce grip on the Russian’s hips, dragging himself forward until his nose hit the other man’s happy trail. Convulsively, he swallowed, and felt Ilya jerk in response.

“Who do you think will cum first, me with my dick in your throat, or you if I keep kicking this butt plug?” He tapped the plug again with his foot and Shane felt filthy and slutty, on his knees for this man with a plug in his ass, being kicked in the prostate. It was almost animalistic. Like his hunger for cock had replaced every human faculty and he was just a creature for Ilya’s amusement and Ilya’s pleasure.

He moaned and Ilya began to guide his head up and down, making sure to give him room to breathe, but only at Ilya’s pace. He also continued to push the butt plug almost rhythmically in time with how he guided Shane on and off his massive dick. Shane was teetering on the edge, trying not to be the first to cum. Between the brief but predictable sips of air Ilya was allowing him, his head was swimming and if he had the capacity, he would realize that he was in the exact state Roz had described earlier: red, blotchy and even crying with overstimulation and arousal. He was also making feral sounds around the wet squelching of his throat being fucked by the bigger man.

Something in his lingering consciousness reminded him that his dick hadn’t even been touched tonight beyond a quick grope at the doorway but for the life of him he was having a hard time remembering why that even mattered when every sense was filled with Ilya’s scent, and his skin, his strength, and his grunts and moans and cries.

Without warning, Ilya pulled him completely off and he felt hot ropes of cum hit his face and chin and throat. Then the man was down on his knees with Shane, licking it off his face between kisses and breathing hard.

Shane collapsed onto the rug and Ilya followed him down. He was grabbing Shane’s shoulders, his arms, his chest frantic while Shane’s head spun and his body felt boneless and uncoordinated despite his own cock, still hard, still leaking precum, straining upwards from their sprawl on the ground.

Ilya swallowed him in one swift movement that caused him to cry out even though he could still hardly twitch. At first, he stayed still, undulating his tongue on the bottom of Shane’s dick in a lazy way that drove Shane crazy.
“Ilya, please.” He whined and the man finally started to bob his head as he reached under Shane and pulled on the butt plug. Not to take it out, but to carefully work it until his rim was stretched around the widest part of the toy.

As he sucked Shane’s cock, he teased one large, blunt finger around the circumference of the plug holding Shane open. He petted his boyfriend’s ring with one hand while he held the plug at the perfect depth in the other, only working it back in and out when he could tell Shane was about to cum in his mouth, which he swallowed down hungrily.

“Now,” Ilya made a final little lick to Shane’s cock before the other pushed him away, too overstimulated “even if we can’t be together, our cum is together in my stomach for flight.”

Shane rolled over and buried his face in his high pile designer wool rug. “Don’t say shit like that Roz, it’s disgusting”

“You love disgusting.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

Shane eased the plug out of his ass and they lay on the rug together, sweaty and panting until the absolute last minute that Ilya had before he needed to rush through a shower, brush his teeth at Shane’s instance, and run out the door for his car to the airport.