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

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Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Top Ilya Rozanov, Bottom Shane Hollander, BDSM, Oral Sex, Laughter During Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Restraints, Blindfolds, Prostate Massage, Cum Eating, Safe Sane and Consensual, Kink Negotiation, Kink Discovery, Anal Sex, Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov

Language:

English

Series:

Part 6 of Sincere Communication

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Published: 2026-01-31 Words: 3,620 Chapters: 1/1

The Dismantling of Shane Hollander

Summary

Ilya and Shane have all night and all day together after their most recent game. The one where Ilya told Shane he’d dismantle him and that he’d wear him like a jock strap. This takes place the day before Cliff Marlow, Ally?

Notes

This is another all smut no plot chapter. Feel free to skip it, or read it as a stand alone. You’ll miss nothing in the larger story.

For some crazy reason, they had a full day off in Montreal before the Bears took a red eye to Detroit. Ilya didn’t even come back to the hotel room from the game the night before. Instead, he showered quickly and took a cab to Shane’s.

As he left he heard Carmichael confirming with Cliff and Vic that he and Montreal Girl were back together. They were his best friends in the whole league, but they were also relentless gossips.

The Metros had won by a single goal after an intensely competitive game, so it was Shane’s pick this time, but if Ilya knew his boyfriend, and he did, Shane would want him calling the shots and Shane on his knees, under him, letting go and giving himself over.

Ilya adjusted himself in his joggers, no need to freak the cabbie out. But the thoughts of his tightly muscled, compact boyfriend letting him of all people have control of the most intimate part of the life he kept an iron grip on in all other aspects was heady.

As he’d predicted, Shane let him into the house and told him “I want you in charge. From now until you have to leave.”

“In charge of sex, or in charge of everything?” Ilya asked, making sure he had permission for what he had in mind.

Shane looked suspicious, but then found his resolve. “Everything.” He nodded.

“Good,” Ilya said, drawing the other man into a bracing open mouthed kiss. He grabbed Shane’s hair and heard him whine, then he kissed over to his ear and whispered “because I am going to feed you carbs.” As sensually as possible into his ear before licking it messily from bottom to top.

Shane shoved away from him, his angry kitten face in full nose-scrunch. “Ilya.” He admonished, trying and failing to sound commanding.

Ilya crossed his arms and stood up straight, looking down at his adorable love. “If it’s going to mess with you too much to do it, I won’t. But believe me when I say that you won’t have a calorie left in your whole body when I’m done with you, Hollander.”

”That doesn’t make sense, I would be dead if I had no calories.”

“So you admit you need them. It’s settled.”

Shane harrumphed, but Ilya caught his eye and Shane nodded his ascent. He would have said something if he needed his food routines to remain unchanged. He must not be feeling a lot of anxiety, which was a good sign. Ilya tucked that thought away and went to the kitchen to order sushi.

He tried not to stray too far away from Shane’s diet when he did this because he truly didn’t want to do anything to fuck up the other man’s performance. Playing against a fully present and powered up Shane Hollander was the thrill of his Hockey season, and not even sex would get in the way of him getting to experience that. So he ordered a lot of salmon nigiri and veggie rolls, keeping the white rice because brown rice in sushi was a disgrace. He ordered some smoked rolls for him since the smoked fish reminded him of home.

When the food got there, he situated Shane on the floor with a pillow under his knees. The other man was wearing his black briefs (“I’m not putting my bare balls on a pillow other people are going to use on my couch.”) and his white athletic socks (“my feet are cold.”)

Ilya was fully dressed except for his shoes, sitting on the couch. He put a compilation video of drone footage of the lakes of Canada on the TV and had soft electronica on in the background. He’d mixed the soy sauce and wasabi exactly how Shane liked it, and was alternating feeding himself and Shane while they debriefed the game and Shane rested his head against Ilya’s thigh.

After about an hour of lazily eating and talking, Shane started nuzzling farther up Ilya’s leg. “Did you want something Solnyshko?”

Shane nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“Do you want my cock to push all the thoughts out of your pretty head?”

Shane looked slightly pained and nodded again.

Ilya took his face in both of his hands, fingers wrapping around and threading through his soft hair. “Don’t be embarrassed about what you want, Shane.” Shane looked down, he was getting better about it, but a small enduring part of him did think there was something wrong with him for wanting this. Not men, not even Ilya, but this level of control from another person, to be obedient and subservient. It scared him only slightly less than it aroused him.

“You are so strong.” Ilya said and Shane rolled his eyes. “Is true, my love. You are so strong and disciplined and controlled all the time. You’re a perfectionist and it shows in the way you play, the way you live. You dominate everywhere” He slipped his thumb into Shane’s mouth for him to suck on. “Except here, except with me. Do you know what that does to me? To be worthy of your trust, to get to see you like this?”

Shane closed his eyes and sucked Ilya’s thumb and let the praise wash over him. Ordinarily he would have been more dismissive, but Ilya was in charge tonight and if he wanted to tell him things like that, it was his decision to make.

Ilya shoved his joggers down just enough to get his dick and balls out of the top of them. “Give me your hand.” He told Shane, who did as he was asked. Ilya spit into Shane’s palm and was rewarded with a filthy sound from his lover as he dragged Shane’s hand around his shaft.

“Open your mouth, tongue out, farther.” He maneuvered the two of them until the head of his cock was sitting on Shane’s tongue while the other man jacked him off with his spit-damp hand. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked and when Shane whined and shook his head, he chuckled.

“What do you want my dear”

Shane whined again.

“Use your words while you still can sweetheart.”

“Pweese” Shane gasped around the head of Ilya’s cock, and he tried not to betray what it did to him despite the telltale twitch that Shane no doubt caught on to.

Ilya grabbed Shane by the hair and pushed him off “please what?”

“Please shove your cock down my throat until I can’t even think anymore. Ilya, I need it.” Then he lunged forward and Ilya was forced to move the hand holding Shane’s hair with his boyfriend, or risk actually hurting him. He used the grip to pull him down now, not forcing but allowing Shane to take him as deep as he could in one go.

“Jesus, fuck, Shane!” He tried to keep stoic, but he couldn’t help but cry out when the other man’s throat opened to his length almost easily.

Shane stayed there a long time, sucking and tonguing. It lasted long enough that Ilya had to be the one who dragged him gasping and choking back into fresh air before the little maniac passed out.

“Hey, no. Time to breathe you slut.” Ilya held Shane’s face and patted his head while he inhaled and exhaled shakily. When he was ready to go again, he didn’t wait for Ilya’s permission, he devoured the other man’s cock and Ilya had no willpower to stop him even if he was supposed to be in charge. All he could do was curse and writhe and pet Shane’s hair while he sucked the soul out of his body.

Usually Shane didn’t like to swallow. He thought it was too dirty, too much, and Ilya respected that about his neat freak boyfriend who liked clean sheets and everything in it’s place, but on a night like this, when he wanted to be overpowered and over stimulated, he usually made an exception, and this night was no different.

“Open your mouth” Ilya commanded when Shane had finished. “Stick out your tongue” Roz ran his index finger around his boyfriend's swollen lips, dipped into his mouth and felt around his tongue. “It’s all gone.” He cooed, and saw Shane flush with embarrassment, arousal, and pride. “So beautiful. Such a good cocksucker for me.”

Then he told him to go to the guest bedroom and wait for him and took his sweet time cleaning up dinner before he headed back to the bedroom. When he got there, Shane was fast asleep on the comforter, still wearing his briefs and his socks. He let the other man sleep, it was good to have a little rest before what Ilya had planned.

When Shane woke up, Ilya was completely naked and had everything ready for the rest of the night. Four point restraints at each corner of the queen sized guest bed, a silk blindfold, and several sex toys he couldn’t quite make out on the dresser on the far wall.

“I was just about to wake you up” Ilya smiled at him with a slightly terrifying gleam in his eye. How this man had just played a very fierce game of hockey and still had the energy to do this was beyond Shane. But Ilya would probably sleep most of the next day away while Shane was up at the crack of dawn whether he wanted to be or not.

“First, I will tie you to the bed, then I will put the blindfold on you, then I will see just how many times I can make you cum. Then I’ll wash you and carry you to the bedroom and we will sleep.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to cum that many times, Ilya.”

“But you will try, for me?”

“Yes, but.”

“Yes. Butt.” He patted Shane’s ass. “Get naked.”

And Shane did.

Once Shane was blindfolded on his back on the bed in the restraints, he was even less sure about how sexy this was going to be. “I really think I might just fall asleep, Rozy. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“I’m in charge, yes?” Roz answered, accent thicker than usual.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me if you are comfortable, nothing pinching?”

Shane said he was, and Ilya also checked each wrist and ankle, as well as the strap on the blindfold. As he turned away to get the lube, he heard a distinct sound coming from the bed and realized that Shane was snoring.

“Hollander!”

The snoring kept going, but it was obvious now that Shane was trying not to laugh.

“You little shit!” Ilya said and smacked the outside of his boyfriend’s thigh slightly harder than he meant to.

Shane made a little “Oh” sound and his dick gave a very obvious twitch.

“Oh my God.” Ilya said sounding very much like the cat that got the cream.

“No, no no no no no.” This is not a thing, do not turn this into a thing. Ilya, I swear to God.”

Ilya sat on the bed next to Shane and began to caress the thigh he’d smacked. Then he trailed kisses along the spot. “It seems like it’s very much already a thing.” He said into Shane’s hot skin as he watched his arousal grow.

“But we don’t have to do anything about it right now if you don’t want to.” Then he let out a little chuckle. “I did tell the boys I would spank you tonight. I didn’t know I was being quite so literal.

“Thanks for that, by the way. Hayden thinks I should take out a restraining order on you.”

“Okay, I’m in charge and we are not talking about Hayden while I have you tied up in the bed. Serious yes or no to spanking, either way, my next action will be to suck your dick.”

Shane groaned and made a few aborted thrusts into the air, tugging against the restraints as he did so. “No to spanking, I’ve got to think about it some more.”

Ilya rolled his eyes fondly at his overly analytical boyfriend, but he just said “I bet you do,” then he leaned over and swallowed Shane’s cock.

This was Ilya’s favorite thing, Shane’s perfectly sized dick in his mouth, the taste of his brightly salty and slightly bitter precum washing over his tongue, the bump of it against the back of his throat, not too much, just enough.

He loved to fuck Shane because Shane loved to be fucked, and he moved like a demon under him, over him, when they were on their sides, he wanted it all. But this was intimacy, this was lovemaking in his mind first and foremost. To be surrounded by his lover, by his taste, to be filled with him and to feel him jerk and convulse while so close to the core of him.

Shane was struggling against the restraints now, desperate to control the pace but unable to. He was moaning and whining and saying Ilya’s name along with a string of other filth. Within moments, his cock pulsed hot cum into Ilya’s mouth as he sucked it down.

This was also one of his favorite aspects of cock sucking. Getting to keep the evidence of his lover’s satisfaction deep inside his body. He licked Shane clean until the other man was overstimulated and begged him to stop.

Then he grabbed the lube, resituated himself between Shane’s legs, poured a generous amount into his hands, and began warming it between his fingers. He telegraphed his movements by running the dry backs of his hands down Shane’s inner thighs a few times.

While Ilya himself had hair there, Shane had none and he always found this aspect of his boyfriend unbearably sweet, this expanse of soft skin, lighter than the rest of his body due to lack of sun. So pretty and vulnerable and just for him.

He placed sweet kisses to Shane’s thighs while he reached behind his balls and began to massage his perineum. Having just cum, the location was bound to be a little sensitive, but he used light, lazy strokes towards Shane’s asshole before moving to circle the other man’s rim.

Though he’d fucked far fewer men than women, he was confident in his belief that almost no one had the kind of erotic experience from anal stimulation that Shane Hollander did. Just a few strokes across the tight bud of muscle and Shane was already bucking and struggling against the cuffs.

He continued to work Shane’s ass with practiced skill and patience, going at his pace despite the other man’s obvious growing urgency. Shane, for his part only moaned and whined and stayed mostly non-verbal until his dick was hard again, and he was begging for Ilya to fuck him.

Ilya had four of his massive fingers in Shane’s ass, and they made a lewd squelching as he thrust in and out, brushing Shane’s prostate every third or fourth pass. Neglected for too long, his own dick throbbed between his legs. It was almost torture not to rub off on the bed sheets or Shane’s enticingly thick and creamy thigh.

He had just enough restraint to reach his hands under Shane’s substantial ass, and lift him onto his lap. The four point restraints caused the other man to have to bow his back while Ilya held onto his ass with one hand and used the other to guide his dick into Shane at a somewhat awkward angle, but he knew this position would be heaven for the other man.

When he slid completely inside and started to pump his own hips, Shane howled his approval and tried unsuccessfully to match Ilya’s rhythm, but he couldn’t get any traction in his prone position. He was at the whim of Ilya’s pace and Ilya’s strength holding him up.

Shane rag dolled as Ilya forced himself inside again and again, ass, pecs, and hard cock bounced violently and he pulled on the wrist restraints desperate for release.

“Hollander.” Ilya commanded, breathy and sexy and thickly Russian. “Cum for me Hollander.” He slurred while he gripped Shane by the ass meat and hauled him down on his massive cock again and again and Shane knew he was losing control, that Shane was the one who made him sound like that, act like that. And he came a second time, curling his toes and splashing cum onto his and Ilya’s chests and abs. Ilya followed right afterwards, hips stuttering and body pitching forward.

They lay panting like that for several minutes, Ilya had landed on Shane’s chest and the cum and sweat smeared between them in a way that would normally have Shane jumping up to wash the sheets, but he couldn’t do that, he was still tied to the bed.

“Ilya” he pleaded and tried to wiggle under the hulking man. “Ilya, get up.”

“Now I should pretend to snore. Would be good payback, no?”

“No!” Shane giggled and squirmed even more deliberately.

Ilya began to kiss his sweaty neck, his chest, and down, licking cum off of him, kissing his sweat-slick nipples and his abs.

When he got down to Shane’s happy trail, the smaller man balked. “Oh no, I can’t do it again, that’s my limit, you can’t touch my dick again tonight, I’m too sensitive, it’ll have the opposite effect.”

“What if I don’t touch your dick?”

“You’re not going to fuck me again, and I’m too sore for anything else.”

“I bought you a surprise, is very thin. Prostate massager. You’ll hardly feel it… mostly.”

Ilya removed the blindfold and gently brushed a kiss to each of Shane’s eyebrows.

“You’ve been so good.” He told Shane “We can stop right now and go get cleaned up. You did everything I asked tonight and you are so sexy and amazing. But I think you have one more for me sweetheart. Do you want to try?”

And Shane was nodding. “Yes. One more.” One more orgasm would send him into a coma, but he knew from experience that letting Ilya wear him out was always worth it.

Ilya undid the restraints on his wrists and ankles and gave him a little massage to ensure blood was flowing. They used thick leather cuffs lined with soft padding, which left no marks but he looked forward to a time when they didn’t have to be so thoughtful of the fact that they regularly showered with 20 other men.

Ilya went to the dresser and came back with a a small silicone toy that looked like a crooked finger. He put the toy in Shane’s hand and showed him the vibration, which was buzzy but not too intense. Then he arranged Shane on the bed on his stomach with his head on his arms and a pillow under his hips. His knees were tucked under him on either side of the pillow giving his ass some height without him having to take his own weight.

Ilya sat behind him with he lube, just in case, but when he began to probe Shane’s red and puffy asshole, he saw his own cum leaking out, and pushed it back in with his index finger. He felt Shane tense underneath him, but he continued to rub softly at the tired ring, and his boyfriend relaxed again after a short time. He knew he was pushing Shane’s limits with how filthy this already was, but he loved the messy sweaty corporeality of sex and if he could have gotten hard again, he would have been.

For his part, Shane’s dick hung plump and spent between his legs, looking sticky and delicious and he would have put his mouth back on it if he hadn’t been told not to.

Finding little resistance to his fingers, he eased the tip of the prostate massager into Shane’s ass and the rest of the toy easily slipped in until it was fully seated. Shane had moaned and bucked a little bit at the insertion, but Ilya could tell he was fading fast. His perfect boyfriend had a bedtime and it was well past that point of the night. He pushed on the base of the toy and got a shuddering grown in response, so he did it again.

When Ilya turned the toy on at the lowest setting, Shane realized that despite his doubts, he really might cum again and he wasn’t even hard. He rocked forward and the sensation followed him, Ilya turned the vibration up, realizing he needled more. He also ground the toy into his prostate, punching a breathy moan from Shane’s chest. Ilya continued to massage his ass and his lower back, to occasionally turn the intensity up and move the toy as Shane’s pleasure built and built.

By the time he finally came, he was out of his mind. The whole world had shrunk down to his asshole, his prostate, and Ilya’s hands on him. He’d been panting and cursing, his own voice sounded completely fucked out. There was a shaking in his limbs that seemed connected to the bowl of his pelvis, to the soles of his feet, to the crown of his head. It all pulsed through him until he realized he was cumming with his whole body. He spasmed and yelled as it went on and on, finally clenching and curling in on himself as he came back to the world of the living.

Ilya had turned the toy off, and was working it out of his asshole while kissing his back and hip and butt cheek.

“That was incredible” he told Shane.

Shane could only moan.