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Explicit

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M/M

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Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander

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English

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Part 2 of married hollanov

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Published: 2026-07-09 Words: 9,917 Chapters: 1/1

I just want you to come inside

Summary

"Don't you want to know what it would be like to fuck me? To claim me like this when no one ever did? To make me yours in every possible way?"

Ilya barely had time to finish his sentence as Shane's lips were on his, engulfing him in a feverish kiss. Shane broke the kiss, panting against Ilya's mouth.

"Shane, will you please fuck me?"

Or: Shane tries weed for the first time and Ilya asks Shane to fuck him.

Notes

For all the bottom Ilya thruthers.

Shane had never smoked weed in his life. He didn’t like the idea of doing drugs as a professional athlete, it wasn’t something that fit his lifestyle. He would rather stick to alcohol, and him being a lightweight, he didn't want to think about what smoking weed would do to his brain. Shane knew that Ilya smoked sometimes but he had never witnessed it. He usually smoked with some of their teammates but Shane was never there when it happened.  Most of the time, Ilya would sleep at Wyatt’s knowing that Shane despised the smell of weed lingering on his clothes.

But tonight, they were both at Wyatt’s to celebrate his birthday. Shane thought it would be a quiet evening with some close friends, but he was deeply mistaken. The whole house was bursting with people and loud music was blasting through giant speakers. At some point during the evening, Shane had lost sight of Ilya. He had gone into the kitchen to fetch some drinks and when he came back to the living room, Ilya was nowhere to be found.

He had looked everywhere inside the house, but there was no sign of Ilya. Shane was starting to feel dizzy with the few beers he’s had and needed some air. He headed on out to the backyard, and that was when he spotted him. Ilya was sitting on a couch around a fire with Wyatt, Troy, and Harris. All four were in deep conversation and enjoying the warmth of the fire. Shane stayed propped up against the door frame for a while, just admiring his husband from afar. He seemed happy and it felt good to see him laughing and relaxed with his friends. 

But something caught Shane’s attention as an item was passed to Ilya who brought the roll to his lips, inhaling deeply. Ilya then exhaled the smoke through his nose and that was when it registered to Shane. Ilya wasn't smoking a simple cigarette; he was smoking a joint. It caught Shane completely off guard. Ilya took another drag , tilting his head back and blowing out the smoke into the air. Shane couldn’t stop looking at his neck and the way the smoke hovered over him like a halo. Shane couldn’t keep his eyes off Ilya. He’d be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t find his husband sexy. He had that smile that was usually only reserved for Shane plastered on his face. His arm was stretched lazily on the back cushion behind Wyatt, leaning into him to whisper something in his ear. If this had been another man, Shane would’ve been fuming. 

Shane loved seeing his husband like this. Ilya caught his eye and smiled, his eyes glinting as he beckoned Shane to come closer. Shane felt his cheeks heat under the intense stare of his husband.  He joined Ilya on the couch where a space had been made for him. As soon as he sat down, Ilya squeezed his thigh and put an arm around Shane’s shoulder to bring him closer, pulling him into his chest. "Missed you solnysho," Ilya said, petting his hair. 

"Missed you too, Ilya." Shane tried to free himself from Ilya’s grip. He didn’t like public displays of affection but his husband was strong and he was among friends so he let himself relax for once.

"You smell so good Shane," Ilya said, sniffing his hair and Shane laughed.

"And you smell like weed," Shane mumbled against Ilya's chest. "Can you let go of me now? You’re crushing me."

Shane looked up at Ilya who smiled down at him, bringing the joint to his mouth. Shane wet his lips looking at the way Ilya’s cheeks hollowed as he took another drag. Ilya’s eyes never left Shane’s once as he smiled around the joint and winked at him. Shane could feel his face grow hot under his stare but he couldn’t stop looking at his husband; he was fascinated.

"Want to try?" Ilya held out the joint.

"What?"

"You seem pretty interested in it," Ilya said, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Shane cleared his throat, trying to hide his embarrassment from being caught that easily. "I am not." Shane held Ilya’s gaze. "Makes you look hot, that's all," he whispered so only Ilya could hear him. 

"Oh, because otherwise I’m not?" Ilya pretended to look offended but he couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up at the corner of his mouth.

Shane shoved him playfully. "Shut up. You know that’s not what I’m saying. You always look hot, obviously. This makes you look extra hot." 

For a moment, Ilya didn’t say anything to Shane. He just looked down at him  and admired his face from up close. "You really have beautiful freckles, you know."

"I know. My husband loves them." Shane kissed the underside of Ilya’s jaw, adjusting his position to do so. His hand brushed on Ilya’s crotch where he felt  a bulge starting to form. "Is my husband getting turned on in public?" Shane whispered into Ilya’s ear, his breath hot over his already burning skin. 

Shane could see Ilya’s jaw tightening as he was trying to will his growing erection;  he enjoyed watching his husband lose his composure. Ilya took a deep breath, shifting his position so Shane had to remove his hand off his stomach. He smiled at Shane and handed him the joint, setting him up for a challenge. Shane was never one to back down from one but he had to be responsible.

"I can’t Ilya. I’m driving, remember?"

"I can call you a taxi or you guys can crash here," Wyatt chimed in. 

"See? Problem solved. Thank you Wyatt, my savior. Love you, man." Ilya blew a kiss in Wyatt’s direction. The weed was obviously starting to hit his brain. His attention went back to Shane and he nudged his chest with the hand holding the joint. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you want to try it." 

"I’ve never smoked Ilya. I don’t know how to do it," Shane said sheepishly. 

"Is okay. You just have to inhale and try not to cough." Shane rolled his eyes. "Do you trust me?" Shane nodded. He trusted his husband more than anything. "Just go along with what I’m doing, yes?"

"Okay," Shane said, straightening himself as he watched his husband intently. 

Ilya took a long drag from the joint and leaned towards Shane and pressed their lips together. Ilya brought his hand to Shane’s chin and pressed down on it for him to open his mouth.  He parted his lips in response and Ilya blew the smoke into his mouth.  Shane inhaled the smoke slowly and let it invade his lungs. Ilya broke contact and watched as Shane blew out the smoke, coughing a little. Their friends around them cheered once Shane was done. "Well done cap!" Troy yelled and Shane could feel the heat rise up to his cheeks.

"You good?" Ilya brushed his cheek.

"Am I supposed to feel anything?"

"Not yet baby, give it some time," Ilya winked at him before pulling Shane back into him  while Shane wrapped his arm around Ilya’s middle and buried his face into his chest, humming with contentment. Ilya hand rested into his hair, massaging his scalp absentmindedly as hit the joint again before passing it to Wyatt. 

A few minutes later, Shane was still waiting for the weed to have any effect on him but he was feeling pretty normal. "I think your weed might have gone bad because I don’t feel a thing," Shane complained, pouting his lips. 

Ilya laughed, "Of course, you only took one drag. This isn't enough to make you feel anything," he said, kissing the top of his head. "Want to try again?" Shane shrugged, and Ilya took that as a yes.

Shane watched Ilya roll a new joint. He put the weed on the paper and brought it to his lips to seal it. Shane licked his lips in anticipation, his dick giving a little twitch at the sight of his husband being an expert at rolling joints. As Ilya was about to take the lighter to light  the joint, Shane fumbled to grab it. "Please, let me."

Ilya winked at him and brought the joint to his lips for Shane to light for him. He leaned toward Ilya and lit the joint, their eyes never leaving each other. Ilya took the first drag and then brought it to Shane's mouth, allowing him to take a drag as well. This time it was different. He inhaled more smoke and it made him cough once it hit his lungs. Ilya patted his back. "Easy baby. You don't want to suffocate, yes?"

"Fuck, I took too much," Shane replied, his eyes watering as he tried to catch his breath. Ilya laughed as Shane shoved him playfully, but Ilya grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him onto his lap. "What are you doing?" Shane tried to get off of him but Ilya held him firmly by the hips. Shane could feel Ilya's arousal against his ass while he sat on his lap. "Ilya, we are not alone. Let me go," Shane whispered, trying to convince himself that this was wrong but he discreetly rolled his hips nonetheless, earning a low groan from Ilya.

"You're trying to kill me, Hollander," Ilya murmured, shifting his position in an attempt to get more friction to relieve his painfully hardening cock. Shane was starting to feel the effect of the weed on his brain because suddenly, he didn't really care much about the fact that he was straddling his husband in public. Shane leaned in and buried his head in the crook of Ilya's neck.

"You smell so good," Shane whispered against Ilya's neck , his hand resting on his chest feeling Ilya's heart beating faster. With a satisfied smile, he nuzzled Ilya’s jaw with his nose before bringing back his attention to Ilya’s throat and licking a wet stripe before sucking at the skin.

Ilya's breath caught in his throat. "What are you doing?" Shane could feel Ilya’s finger digging into his flesh and it was painfully pleasing as hummed against his skin before pulling back to admire his work. All he could see was Ilya. The rest of the world didn't matter because all he wanted was his husband right this instant. Shane grazed Ilya's jaw with his fingers and tilted his head to the side, exposing the hickey that adorned his husband's neck. He pressed his fingers on it and Ilya winced at the touch. "Did you just give me a hickey in front of our friends?" Ilya asked, shock visible on his face.

"I need you. Fuck, Ilya, I want you so bad," Shane pleaded, rolling his hips desperately. "You're mine Ilya. Mine only."

Ilya kissed him forcefully, their teeth clashing. Shane fisted Ilya's shirt as he slipped his tongue into his mouth, moaning in the process. Ilya's hands were all over him and they burned against his skin where his shirt had ridden up. Shane couldn't control the movement of his hips anymore. His brain was only focused on the sensations; Ilya's lips against his, his hand on his skin, his scent engulfing him, his cock pressing on his ass. Ilya, Ilya, Ilya. Shane's heart was going to burst out of his chest.

"Okay, guys. I think it's time to go home. I'm calling you a cab." Wyatt pulled out his phone but Shane didn't pay him any attention. Ilya was also gone too as he tried to undo Shane's jeans. Shane heard Wyatt telling Troy and Harris to leave them alone until the cab was here because, according to him, they weren't in the right mind to control themselves.

Ilya threw his head back on the couch and laughed at Wyatt's remark. "Do you want to join us Hayes? Are you jealous?"

Wyatt rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, thanks. Just behave. The cab will be here in ten."

Shane glared at Ilya who laughed in return. "Hi mister possessive," he said, smiling at him.

 "Shut up. I'm not," Shane pouted.

"Yes, you are. Is cute." Ilya stroked his cheek, looking at his freckles intensely. "You are cute and I love you." Ilya pecked his lips and Shane went pliant on top of him, the weed making him feel boneless. "Fuck, Shane. I can't wait to get home. You have no idea how sexy you are right now. My dick is so hard, fuck. I don't think I'll be able to stand."

Shane looked down at Ilya's cock straining against his black jeans. He looked around and noticed that they were completely alone in the backyard. So he ground his hips down harder, holding onto the couch cushions for support so their cocks rubbed against each other.

"Hollander," Ilya hissed, trying to stop Shane from moving his hips but clearly having no interest in doing so. He was enjoying the friction way too much.

"Wyatt said we had ten minutes," Shane said, palming Ilya through his jeans. "You said you couldn't stand." He rolled his hips once more, throwing his head back and moaning, losing his focus on the conversation for a brief moment. Ilya's cock felt too good against him. "Fuck, I can make you cum in ten minutes. Please let me." 

"You want to make me cum into my pants?" Ilya lifted his hips involuntarily. 

Shane nodded and rolled his hips faster, his forehead resting against Ilya’s as he looked into his eyes. "Keep an eye on the door for me," Shane said, kissing him quickly as he resumed his position with one hand on the back of the couch and the other resting on Ilya’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart underneath his palm. With his knees firmly planted on each side of Ilya, Shane rolled his hips to stroke both his and Ilya’s cock through their pants, earning a low growl from Ilya who was desperately trying to keep his eyes open to check the door.

"Fuck, Shane, you’re so good to me. Who knew that giving you weed would make you so horny that you want to get me off in public? Shit, you’re so hot, moya lyubov. I wish you could see how fucked out you look already, and I haven’t even touched you yet." Ilya’s grip tightened on Shane’s hips, pressing his body harder against him to amplify the friction.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Rozanov?" Shane flicked Ilya’s nipple through his shirt. Ilya lifted his hips to match Shane’s rhythm. "Holy shit, do that again. Fuck, this is so good." Shane bit down on his lips to prevent himself from moaning too loud. 

Ilya grabbed at Shane’s waist harder and leaned towards the coffee table, picking up the discarded joint and lighting it again. He took another hit before sprawling himself back against the couch, Shane following his movements. He held the smoke into his mouth and motioned for Shane to get closer. Shane brought his face close to Ilya’s as he exhaled the smoke into Shane’s mouth, inhaling all the smoke that was offered into his lungs. This time, he didn’t cough. Ilya couldn’t stop looking at him. Shane looked ethereal on top of him with the remnant of the smoke surrounding his face, his cheeks a light shade of pink, his lips red and swollen from being bitten down and his eyes, and those beautiful eyes that were bloodshot from the weed. 

Shane whimpered as he let the weed course through his system, letting it fog his brain pleasantly. He picked up pace, grinding harder against Ilya and rolling his hips effortlessly. Ilya was close as Shane felt him tense beneath him. "Cum my love. Be good for me," Shane whispered into Ilya’s ear before he sucked on his earlobe. This action alone drove Ilya over the edge, grunting as he spilled into his pants while his hips made  tiny spams and his cum soaked his underwear. Shane could feel his husband’s cock pumping against his and seeing Ilya coming untouched led him to his own orgasm. He cupped Ilya’s jaw and tried to kiss him as he emptied himself into his underwear, failing miserably resulting in both of them panting against each other’s mouths. 

Shane collapsed on top of Ilya. "Fuck, I’m so wet. This is gross." 

"This was your idea," Ilya laughed. "I’m glad I’m wearing black pants," he said and kissed Shane’s hair, brushing a loose strand that had fallen in front of his eyes. "So public sex turns you on, huh?"

"Shut up," Shane mumbled against Ilya’s chest.

Two minutes later, they said goodbye to their friend and took their ride home.

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Ilya was struggling to keep his hands off Shane; he needed to touch him, to feel him. Shane wasn’t any better as the weed had definitely kicked in. He felt all kinds of emotions and nothing at the same time. It was as if parts of his brain had been turned off; the parts that made him worry about futile things were now numb and the only part that stayed on was the one that made him want to climb onto his husband and make love to him until dawn. 

"Shane, you have to buckle your seatbelt," Ilya said as he was struggling to get to Shane to sit still. He eyed the taxi driver, mouthing a Sorry to him as he rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered. 

"Don’t care, I want to be with you. Buckle me with you." Shane mumbled against Ilya’s neck, sending shivers coursing through his spine. His body was angled toward Ilya, gluing himself to his right side.  Shane grazed Ilya’s crotch with his finger and he could feel the soaked material stick to his cock which perked up with interest. 

"Shane, please stop. We have to behave in front of strangers." Ilya glanced at the taxi driver whose eyes were focused on the road.

"I need you to touch me," Shane whimpered. He took Ilya's hand and placed it on his bulge. The weed was making Shane hornier than usual and seeing his husband in this state made Ilya want to rip his clothes off and bury himself deep inside of him. A low growl escaped from Ilya's mouth as his fingers traced the outline of Shane's growing erection. "Just like this please," Shane begged, intertwining their fingers as he  pressed Ilya's hand down harder on his cock in a desperate attempt to get some relief.

As Shane was about to unbutton his jeans, Ilya stopped him. "You don't want to get arrested for having sex in a taxi, yes?" Shane let out a frustrated sigh. Ilya cupped Shane's jaw and lifted his chin so he would look at him. "Here's what we're going to do. Please baby, focus.” Ilya tapped Shane's check lightly in hope to get his attention but Shane kept whimpering and moving his hips in a desperate attempt to get Ilya to touch him. Ilya removed his jacket and placed it on top of Shane's legs to hide his erection before putting his hand back on his jeans. He tapped Shane's inner thighs, spreading his legs in return and giving him more surface to touch.

"Please, Ilya. Fucking touch me. I'm dying." Shane pressed himself closer to Ilya's side and kissed his neck, his lips hot against Ilya's cold skin. "Please." Shane licked his neck and had to suppress another moan when Ilya placed his hand on his cock.

"You're so needy," Ilya whispered against Shane's temple. "So fucking desperate that you are begging to fuck my hand." Ilya squeezed his cock and Shane bit down on  his lips hard to not scream, tasting blood in his mouth. Shane let out a small whine as Ilya's hand slid down his thighs and started stroking him slowly under the jacket.

Shane’s breath caught in his throat, feeling the heat start to pool low in his stomach. He was craving Ilya's touch and this wasn't enough. Shane felt overwhelmed and his body was burning with desire for his husband. He could feel himself leaking through his underwear again which was already drenched from his previous orgasm.

"If only I could put my hand in there." Ilya played with the button of Shane's jeans, teasing him. "I could feel how wet you are for me. Always leaking like the greedy slut you are." Shane squirmed in his seat. He loved when Ilya talked to him like that. He was, in fact, a slut and only Ilya knew that side of him. 

"I'm always wet for you."

Ilya swallowed and liked his lips, he eyed the driver in the rearview mirror, he was still focused on the road and if he heard anything, he was good at pretending not to. "You're driving me crazy, you know that, yes?" Ilya dragged his tongue along Shane's neck in rhythm with his hand, humming against his skin and biting right at his pulse point. Shane's back arched off the backseat of the car. "You taste so good, I wish I could have my mouth around you. Too bad we're in a taxi right now. God the things I want to do to you Shane, you have no idea." 

“Tell me," Shane breathed, rocking his hips into Ilya's hand.

Ilya groaned, he could feel Shane's cock pulsing between his fingers. "First I'm going to undress you and throw you on the bed. I won't suck your dick because I want to get inside you as soon as we're home." Ilya kissed Shane's eyelid which had fluttered shut, lost in Ilya's voice and the sensations surrounding him. "I'm going to finger you of course. I don't want to hurt my baby, even though I'm sure you would take me easily considering the state you're in now." Shane gazed up at him before nuzzling his head in the crook of Ilya's neck. "I'm going to drizzle lube onto my fingers to open you up." 

Shane cut him off, "No." 

"No?" Ilya looked down at Shane's flushed face, slipping his fingers into his husband's jeans to graze at the tip of his cock. 

"Hmf."

"Use your words baby," Ilya pressed his thumb against his slit, smearing the pre-cum on his fingertip before removing his hand from Shane's jeans and bringing his thumb to his lips for Shane to suck on it. Ilya pushed his finger inside Shane's mouth who took him willingly and sucked on it as if his life depended on it. Shane moaning around Ilya's finger, tasting himself as he pushed his finger in and out of his lips. Ilya removed his thumb from Shane's mouth, tracing the outline of his plump lips which were now wet with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. "Now, tell me."

"I don't want lube, it's too slick," Shane said shakily, Ilya's hand was doing wonders on his cock. "Need to feel your skin against mine as you fuck me, I want you to spit on my hole only once before entering me. I want it to be as raw as possible," Shane sighed and threw his head back, his hips stuttering.

Ilya looked outside the car window, they would be home any minute now. If he wanted to get Shane off before exiting the taxi, he couldn't waste any more time. He knew how to make Shane cum. "Okay, so I put you on all fours because I want to see your ass bouncing on my cock. Then I’ll spit in your hole before slamming into you." Shane couldn't stop moving his hips at Ilya's word, his hand was grabbing his thigh forcefully and Ilya was enjoying the pain all too well.

 "Fuck, then what? Shit, keep going. M'so close."

"Then I grab at your hair and I start to fuck you hard and fast because you don't want me to be gentle with you," Shane nodded. "Then I grab your waist to make you bounce on my cock faster as I'm destroying your hole. But still, you're begging me to go faster as I can hear your cock slapping against your stomach," Shane stifled a moan by biting Ilya's shoulder, who stroked Shane faster in return. "You're leaking all over yourself, begging me to stroke your aching cock. But do I touch it?"

"Fuck no." 

"Right, because you want to cum from my cock only, filling you so deep. And I lean down to whisper into your ear," Ilya lowered his voice, "Shane Hollander, you were born to get your hole filled up by my cock, I wish I could live inside that hole. I'm gonna fill you up so good you're going to cry. You're gonna cum on my cock and you're going to clench around me like a desperate slut begging me to cum inside of you. Would you let me?" 

Shane whined, tears were gathering up at the corner of his eyes. Ilya cupped his face, forcing him to look at him, to focus on his words and repeated. "Would you let me?"

"Yes, god fill me up please Ilya." Shane whispered, the taxi driver long forgotten and Ilya couldn't care less, he was sure that the guy had seen or heard much worse. 

"Then I empty myself inside of you until the last drop. I stay buried deep for a moment before pulling out and watching it drip down off you." And with these last words, Shane came a silent cry. Spilling once again in his already wet underwear, his body trembling with the force with which his orgasm hit him. Shane should feel embarrassed to cum so hard just from Ilya's words and hand on his clothed cock but he felt too good to care. He slumped against Ilya, trying to catch his breath. 

Ilya pressed soothing kisses in Shane's hair, breathing in his scent and whispering, "That's it baby, come back to me," he caressed his cheek lightly, catching the tear that had escaped from his eye. "You are so beautiful, I wish you could see your face right now," Ilya kissed his freckles, "You look absolutely wrecked." Shane smiled lazily as the taxi came to a halt. "Do you think you can stand up? Or do you want me to carry you?"

"Fuck off," Shane shoved him playfully and gave him his jacket back before opening the car door, thanking the driver not looking him in the eyes.

Ilya smiled, because of course now that Shane had come down from his orgasm, he felt self conscious. He tipped the driver generously and exited the taxi. Shane was waiting at the door, impatient for Ilya to unlock it. Ilya was putting on his jacket, taking his sweet time. 

"Could you please hurry up, I'm fucking freezing," Shane hissed, motioning toward his crotch. The material was clinging to his skin and he needed to take off his underwear quickly. "Shit I need a shower, I'm all sticky and gross."

Ilya pinned Shane against the door and kissed him eagerly, "Fuck, that car ride was driving me crazy, I wanted to rip those jeans off and suck your cock right here," Ilya breathed against his mouth, his hips rolling against Shane's thighs. He knew exactly what Ilya wanted as he placed one leg between Ilya's thighs so he could rut against it. "Can you feel how hard I am for you? My cock is begging for your hole Shane," Ilya moaned, sucking at Shane's bottom lip and dragging his mouth along his jaw. Shane groped Ilya's ass, pulling him closer, he could feel himself hardening again, the weed was making him feel insanely horny.

"Ilya, we have to get inside please, I need you to fuck me, I can't," Shane gripped Ilya's shoulder and hooked a leg behind him in an attempt to merge their bodies.

"You want me so bad it drives me crazy."

Ilya didn't seem motivated to move so Shane slipped his hands inside of Ilya's jacket to retrieve the keys in his inside pocket. For a second, Shane got lost in the warmth of Ilya's body and stroked his ribs before moving to his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. Shane traced a path up to Ilya's nipples, teasing them through his shirt, the action making Ilya hump Shane's thigh harder. "Look at us, we are both such a mess," Shane nibbled at Ilya's neck, "We should smoke weed more often, I've never felt this good. Fuck, you're humping my leg like a dog Ilya, this is so fucking hot," he kissed Ilya's cheek and took the key to open the front door.

They stumbled across the threshold in tangled limbs, they wouldn't stop kissing as they made their way to the bedroom. Shane removed Ilya's jacket as they were going up the stairs while Ilya was trying to unbutton Shane's jeans, both laughing at their clumsiness.

They reached the bedroom and Ilya dropped to his knees in front of Shane, palming his ass and burying his head in between his crotch, inhaling the scent. Shane's hand instinctively went into his curls, "Stop Ilya, I came twice in my pants, I'm so gross."

Ilya looked up at him between his eyelashes and Shane could see the desire in his eyes. "I'll clean you up with my mouth, I bet you're already leaking for me," Ilya pressed a kiss on Shane's erection and unbuttoned his jeans before working on the fly and yanking them down. Now Shane was standing before him in his white  underwear which were now see through from his previous orgasm. He was soaking wet once again. The tip of his head was peaking out from the waistband of his briefs and pre-cum had gathered at his slit. Ilya licked his lips before pressing his thumb against Shane's slit, gathering the beads on his finger and bringing it to his mouth to taste it. "Love having on my tongue, taste so sweet, my Shane," Ilya's gaze never left Shane's eyes as he licked his thumb clean. "Been dreaming of sucking your perfect cock the whole night sweetheart."

Shane's hips stuttered at hearing the pet-name, he loved it when Ilya called him sweetheart. He hooked his thumb under Ilya's chin so he could look at him and whispered, "Suck my cock Ilya, put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use."

Ilya put his hands on each side of Shane's thighs and traced the outline of Shane's cock with his lips through the material before bringing his attention to the head. Ilya kissed the tip, wetting his lips with Shane's leaking head before lapping at it teasingly. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down slowly, revealing Shane's swelled cock inch by inch until it was completely free and standing heavy against his stomach, smearing pre-cum all over it.

"So beautiful my love," Ilya whispered to himself but Shane had heard him. Shane was about to stroke himself to feel some relief, but Ilya slapped his hand away, "No, let me do the work."

Ilya wrapped his fingers around Shane's shaft and started stroking him, Shane was so hard Ilya could feel him pulse into his hand. He stroked him once more before licking the underside of Shane's cock, tracing the vein with his tongue. He then took the head between his lips and Shane moaned as he felt the heat of Ilya's mouth engulfing him. He restrained himself from thrusting into his mouth, letting Ilya work at his own pace. Ilya flicked his tongue around the tip, lapping the beads of pre-cum that escaped Shane's slit eagerly. Ilya's hand that was resting on Shane's base tightened its grip and he started stroking him as Ilya took him further into his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times then pulled off, a string of saliva connecting the tip of Shane's cock to Ilya's mouth.

Ilya wiped the saliva from his chin with his thumb, his eyes never leaving Shane, "I want you to fuck my mouth." Ilya spread his knees wider to get into a more comfortable position and clasped his hand behind his back, surrendering his body to Shane. "I'm all yours sweetheart," Ilya opened his mouth and darted his tongue out, waiting patiently for Shane to move. 

Shane swore under his breath and took a step closer, his cock hung heavy and the head now resting on Ilya's tongue. Shane secretly loved it when Ilya let him use him as he pleased, he loved fucking his husband's throat. He knew that sometimes Ilya loved when Shane was in charge so that he was able to lose control. Shane wrapped his fingers around his cock and tapped his head on Ilya's mouth, glazing his lips with pre-cum once again.

"Open wide baby, I don't want to hurt you." Ilya did as he was told and let his jaw go slack before closing his eyes in anticipation. Shane wanted to see him though, he stroked the underside of Ilya's eyes making his eyelashes flutter, "Keep them open, I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Ilya opened his eyes as Shane slid into his mouth, tangling his fingers into Ilya's curls. The sensation was exquisite as Shane slid a little deeper, a moan escaping from Ilya. The vibrations went straight to Shane's cock and he could feel a new wave a pre-cum leaking from him. Ilya was tight around him and wasn't going to last long. He hit the back of Ilya's throat and Ilya refrained from gagging, trying to relax his throat as best as he could. Shane waited a moment, looking at his husband who had tears in his eyes, though the look Ilya gave him was an invitation for Shane to start moving.

Shane started thrusting slowly into his mouth, letting Ilya adjust to his cock. After a few minutes, Ilya started matching Shane's pace, moving his head forward as Shane thrusted in while his nose nuzzled into Shane's stomach. It was sloppy; spit was dripping down Ilya's chin and onto Shane's cock and he was enjoying the way his cock glided effortlessly into Ilya's mouth. He looked down at Ilya who still had his hands behind his back, watching the outline of his erection straining his jeans. It must have been painful for Ilya - who didn't show any sign of discomfort. And fuck, what a sight that was. Shane could feel his stomach tense as he was close to release. He gripped Ilya's hair and yanked him forward as he fucked his mouth mercilessly. His thrusts became messier as  Ilya was moaning around his cock, encouraging him. Shane's hips stuttered, emptying himself into Ilya's throat as he  kept his head down around the base and waited for the last drop to hit his tongue before letting go. He kissed the tip and got up, giving a lazy smile at Shane who kissed him in return, desperate to taste himself on his husband's tongue.

Shane moaned into the kiss and palmed Ilya through his jeans, earning a grunt in return as he tried to thrust into his hand, desperate for friction.

"So much for not sucking my dick because you’re too desperate to get inside of me, huh?" Shane smirked and Ilya rolled his eyes.

"You know I can’t resist your beautiful cock," Ilya whispered, kissing Shane’s neck, tilting his head to give Ilya more access.

"I need you to fuck me now," Shane pleaded, tugging at Ilya’s shirt as heremoved it hastily. He got to work on his jeans, pulling them down along his underwear leaving Ilya completely naked. Shane let his hands roam around on his husband’s stomach, tracing the line of his toned abs with his fingers before cupping his chest angrily. He bent down to suck on Ilya’s nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking on it. Ilya arched into the touch, his hand grazing at Shane’s back.

"I’m not going to last if you keep on teasing me like this Shane."

"Sorry, I just… I love touching your body so much. Fuck, you’re so perfect, Ilya. And the fact that you're mine; all mine. I’m so fucking lucky." Shane was rambling and he had to blame this on the weed. He was obsessed with his husband but the weed made him greedier. He came three times already and he was craving for more. It wasn’t enough; he needed his husband inside of him now.

"Get on the bed."

Shane removed his shirt and got on the bed. He was so excited he almost tripped on his way there.

Ilya chuckled at Shane’s clumsiness. "Look at you. I made you cum three times and you’re still begging for it when I should be the one begging for your hole since I only came once."

"Shut up. I’m not used to smoking weed, okay? I’m horny and it’s all your fault. So please, will you eat me out now?" Shane crawled onto the bed and tried to pull Ilya toward him by grabbing at his thighs. Ilya tried to resist just so that he could annoy his husband a little more, but Shane was strong so he slumped on top of him immediately. Ilya held himself up on his elbows and smiled down at Shane while rolling his hips, rubbing his cock on Shane’s which was already hardening.

"You’re getting hard again, sweetheart," Ilya said, pecking Shane’s nose. "This has to be some kind of record." He rutted against Shane again as he let out a soft whimper.

"You’re killing me Ilya. I need you so bad."

"Get on all fours baby. Let me take care of you." Ilya kissed Shane on the lips before moving away from him. Shane didn’t waste a second and switched position, exposing himself to Ilya.

Ilya growled at the sight of Shane’s hole and planted his hands on his cheeks before diving in without a warning. He licked at the rim and Shane’s body tensed at the sudden touch. Ilya teased his entrance with the tip of his tongue and he could feel Shane clenching in anticipation. He couldn't stop whimpering and his hands fisted the sheets from how good Ilya was with his tongue. He licked a wet strap from Shane's balls to his hole before finally fucking him with his tongue. Shane was bouncing back on Ilya's face, craving more. Ilya moaned between Shane's cheeks, enjoying the taste and feeling him clench around his tongue. He kept darting in and out of him and then pulled back completely. He kissed his left cheek and brought his hand to Shane's mouth. Ilya didn't even need to speak as Shane took two of his fingers in his mouth, slicking them with his spit.

"Good boy, that's it. Get my fingers wet for you." Shane licked Ilya's finger earnestly then pulled away, his lips glistening.

"Get me ready now." The tone was strict and it made Ilya's cock twitch in response.

Ilya rubbed his spit slicked fingers against Shane's entrance, coating his rim. "Going to fuck you so good, sweetheart. You won't even remember your name."

"Well, I can't say you're doing good right n— Fuck!"

Ilya had slid a finger in. "I knew this would make you shut up, you little brat." He inserted one finger into Shane before adding a second, crooking his fingers in search of his sweet spot.

Shane let his body fall onto the mattress, propping his ass up and muffling a whine into the pillow. "Holy shit, Ilya. This is so good. Please keep going - fuck - just like that. Yes." Shane said as he fucked himself on Ilya's fingers. Ilya picked up the pace with his fingers and hit Shane's prostate in the process, letting out a loud groan "Yes, right there, Ilya. So fucking good." He ground his hips against Ilya's hand as a wave of pleasure hit him, making his cock leak onto the mattress. Shane was surprised he had still anything left in him right now.

Ilya bent down to kiss Shane's shoulder and murmured to his ear, his breath hot against his damp skin. "Are you ready for my cock, sweetheart?" Shane nodded desperately, his cheeks were flushed, his skin was on fire, and his head was spinning. If he didn't get Ilya inside him soon, he was sure he was going to faint. Ilya pulled his fingers out and Shane cried out at the sudden loss.  Soon enough, he could feel the head of Ilya's cock nudging at his entrance. "Do you remember what I said I'd do to you my love?"

Shane looked at Ilya over his shoulder. "Spit in my hole," he said through half lidded eyes. He was so far gone already and Ilya hadn't fucked him yet. Ilya hummed in response and spread Shane cheeks apart, spitting  into his hole. He pressed the head of his cock on Shane's hole, stretching him open. Ilya knew he had to go slow since they didn't use any lube, per Shane's request. He kept a hand on Shane's back, tracing a soothing pattern on his skin. Ilya could feel Shane's back muscles tense as he pushed further.

"Deep breath, sweetheart. You've got this." Ilya stilled to let Shane adjust to his cock. Shane exhaled through his nose. The stretch wasn't unpleasant. He could feel the drag of Ilya's skin against his every time he slid deeper into him, and the feeling was exquisite. As Ilya had stopped moving, Shane decided to take the lead. He moved his hips slowly inch by inch until Ilya was all the way in. "Fuck Shane, look at you. You're taking my cock so well." Ilya grip tightened on Shane's waist as he pulled out a little before pushing back in. A soft sigh escaped Shane's lips from being full of Ilya.

"Please, I need you to go faster," Shane begged as he was on the brink of losing it if Ilya didn't start pounding into him right away. Ilya dug his nails into Shane's skin and picked up pace, snapping his hips against Shane's ass as he let out a broken cry. "Fuck, yes." Shane's face fell back against the pillow, "Keep going, faster." Ilya obliged, pushing harder with each trust.

Shane was beautiful like this; his back arched with his face half hidden by the pillow that he was biting into to stifle his moans. However, what Ilya loved the most was the perfect display of his ass. He looked down to where his cock was disappearing into Shane's heat and he was mesmerized by how well Shane was taking him. He was gliding in effortlessly. He could see the way Shane was stretched around his cock and that was breathtaking. Ilya loved the feeling of filling him up, rendering him loose with his cock. 

For a moment, Ilya was hypnotized. He got lost in the sensation of Shane's heat swallowing him with each thrust. He couldn't take his eyes off of his hole and suddenly, he wondered what it felt like, to be the one on the receiving end. Ilya wanted to know, no. He needed to know. As he kept thrusting into Shane, it slipped out of him without a warning.

"I want you to fuck me."

Shane stilled underneath him. "What?"

IIya stopped moving abruptly as he realized he had voiced his thoughts out loud.

"I, uh—" Ilya scratched the back of his head. There was no backing down now. Shane had heard him and if he was being honest, he was glad he did. "I just want you to cum inside of me," Ilya said blatantly.

"Like, right now?" Shane was having trouble staying focused as Ilya was still buried deep inside of him but his cock twitched in interest. He never thought this could be a possibility.Sure, Ilya loved getting his ass eaten from time to time and he even liked getting fingered by Shane. But they never went any further than that because Shane's experience wasn’t  a pleasant memory and Ilya always reassured him that he didn’t have to bottom.

The weed must have fogged both of their brains because suddenly, Shane wasn't opposed to the idea of trying this out.

"If you're up for it, yes."

"Fuck, Ilya. Are you sure you want this?" Shane moved his hips so Ilya had to pull out of him, wincing as he felt Ilya slip out of him and missing him already. He turned around and got on his knees  facing Ilya who refused to meet his eyes. He cupped his jaw. "Hey, look at me baby." Ilya let out a sigh and looked up at Shane who was waiting for him to say something.

"I don't know. You seem to like it so much when I fuck you, and— Fuck, I was looking at my cock moving inside of you and it was beautiful Shane, so fucking beautiful. The way you're taking me so easily, the sounds you make when I fuck you a certain way, the way you clench around me, begging me to take you deeper. I want to know what it feels like." Ilya was rambling and it wasn't something Shane was used to; it was endearing. "Don't you want to know what it would be like to fuck me? To claim me like this when no one ever did? To make me yours in every possible way?" Ilya barely had time to finish his sentence as Shane's lips were on his, engulfing him in a feverish kiss. Shane broke the kiss, panting against Ilya's mouth. "Shane, will you please fuck me?"

Ilya rested his forehead against Shane's and brought his hand down between their bodies, taking both of their cocks into his fist and stroking them gently, they were both leaking so much that Ilya rubbed his fingers on their heads to slick both of their shafts. Shane let his head fall on Ilya's shoulder, his breath shuddering. "Fuck, okay let's do it." Shane rocked into Ilya's fist, enjoying the friction between their cocks. "But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll stop, okay?"

"Da, thank you." Ilya kissed Shane's forehead and gave their cocks one last stroke before hopping onto the bed, his back turned to Shane."

"No, on your back. I want to see your face," Shane admitted, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Okay." Ilya opened the drawer of the bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lube and tossed it at Shane before turning around, propping his arms behind his head, smiling sweetly at Shane. Ilya was so beautiful like this; his skin glistening with sweat and his cock resting on his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his abs. "Stop staring at me and put your fingers inside of me," Ilya said impatiently.

Shane rolled his eyes fondly and positioned himself in between Ilya legs. He uncapped the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm them. He bent Ilya's legs to gain more access to his entrance. "Ready?" Ilya nodded eagerly.

Shane rubbed his slicked fingers against Ilya's hole, feeling him clench in anticipation. He made sure Ilya's rim was lubricated enough before pushing one finger in to the first knuckle. Ilya hissed, his hand gripping his legs tightly. "You okay?" Shane urged.

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've done this I— I just need a minute," Ilya said through gritted teeth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. "Okay."

Shane nodded and continued to push his finger into his husband up to the second knuckle. Ilya let out a shuddering breath and let his head fall back on the pillow. Shane began to pump his finger in and out, letting Ilya adjust to the stretch before adding a second finger. Ilya's throat made a strangled noise and Shane stroked his cock to make him relax. Ilya cried out from Shane's fingers stretching him and his thumb pressing against his slit. It felt good, too good. Shane's fingers fucked him steadily, slowly working on opening him up. Then he added a third and Ilya gasped, his body trembling. "Fuck." Ilya furrowed his brows and bit hard on his bottom lip.

"Try to relax, you're doing good." Shane let go of Ilya's cock to rub a soothing pattern on his hips. They never went further than two fingers in and Ilya couldn't lie; this was painful, but Shane's praise made him feel important. He wanted to be good for Shane and he was willing to push through the pain. He wanted to do this, only for Shane. "Do you trust me?" Ilya nodded. He never trusted anyone more than Shane in this instant.

Shane slowly removed his fingers to put extra lube on them and went back to circling his rim before pushing them back in, not moving them just yet to let Ilya adjust to their presence. Shane felt it as soon as his husband relaxed and then he began to pump s, curving them in search of his prostate. Ilya's back arched and let out a surprised moan while a spurt of pre-cum escaped his slit that didn't go unnoticed. 

"Did I hit it?"

"Fuck. Da, do that again. Is good," Ilya said, breathless. His skin was on fire, and Shane hitting his prostate made him see stars. He needed more so he circled his hips as Shane thrusted his fingers in and out. "I need you, now," Ilya begged, fucking himself back on Shane's fingers.

"Holy shit, okay. But I can't promise I will last long. You're so fucking hot like this Ilya. I wish you could see yourself right now. I could cum just from looking at you," Shane said, removing his fingers and Ilya laughed.

"Maybe we should add mirrors to the ceiling so you can watch yourself getting off on my cock next time." Ilya winked at him.

"Shut up, we're not doing that." Ilya knew his husband too well; he wasn't against the idea even though he tried to make it seem like it. He had a feeling that the subject would come back in a  future conversation so he didn't push any further.

Ilya heard the cap of the lube bottle being undone as Shane drizzled a decent amount on his cock, wincing as the cold liquid hit his burning skin. Ilya eyed him. "Do you think there will be enough?"

"You will thank me later." Shane bent down to kiss him softly. "Ready?"

"Fuck me, Shane."

Ilya felt the pressure of Shane tip press against his hole. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it, okay?"

"Okay." Ilya smiled at him encouragingly.

Shane took a deep breath as he pushed the head inside. Ilya's hands came to grip at Shane's waist, his nails digging into his flesh. He didn't move to let Ilya adjust to the stretch. Ilya kept his eyes closed, brows furrowed and Shane was scared. "Ilya baby, please open your eyes. Look at me. I need you to tell me you're okay so I can keep going." He placed his hand on Ilya's cheek reassuringly. The grip on Shane's waist was almost painful and he knew this would leave a bruise in the morning. Ilya's breathing was ragged. "Take a deep breath for me baby. You've got this." Shane felt Ilya's fingers relax against his skin and he finally opened his eyes. Shane breath caught in his throat admiring how Ilya's eyes were glazed with desire. His cheeks were a little shade of pink and he was truly breathtaking. He never thought he would claim Ilya that way.

"Fuck, you're big."

Shane laughed and buried his head in Ilya's neck. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." He kissed him where he could feel his heart beating underneath his skin.

"Da, I know."

"Asshole." Shane started to move again, burying himself deeper into Ilya's walls until he finally bottomed out.

"Fuck, Shane. Can't believe you're inside of me, блять," Ilya said as he wrapped his legs around Shane's waist, pulling him closer.

Shane lifted his head to meet his husband's eyes. All Ilya could see was the look of pure love inside those eyes, and for the first time in his life he felt complete. Ilya had found a part of him that was missing and Shane had pieced it together. He felt a new kind of connection with him and was grateful that Shane had agreed to his request. "Are you okay?" Ilya nodded and kissed the tip of Shane's nose.

Shane almost pulled out completely before slowly thrusting back in. Ilya threw his head back, exposing his neck for Shane to press his tongue against the hickey he had left earlier. Shane thrusted in again and Ilya arched his back, feeling a shiver coursing through his spine that made his body tremble. He bit down on his lip to suppress a moan. "Don't hold back," Shane whispered in his ear, his breath hot against him, making  his cock twitch. "I want to hear you." Shane picked up the pace, slamming harder into Ilya who started moving his hips to match the rhythm.

"Fuck, Hollander." Ilya couldn't say much as he tightened his grip on Shane and clenched around his cock. He groaned into Ilya's neck and lifted his head up to press feather-light kisses along his jaw. He pulled out completely and Ilya whined at the sudden loss but it wasn't long before Shane rammed back into him, his skin slapping against Ilya's as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Shane brought a hand to Ilya's cock and stroked him while snapping his hips mercilessly, aiming for Ilya's prostate. Shane rolled his hips and Ilya let out a guttural sound as Shane found his sweet spot, his back arching in response while his whole body tensed underneath him. "Cum for me baby," Shane whispered, rubbing his hand against Ilya's slit as he leaked profusely, Shane's mouth watering at the sight.

"Fucking make me," Ilya managed to say. Shane let go of Ilya's cock and planted both hands on each side of Ilya's shoulders to get some leverage so he could fuck Ilya's prostate over and over again. Ilya was babbling nonsense and looked absolutely wrecked underneath Shane.

Shane wasn't doing better. He could feel Ilya’s heels digging into his back, pulling him closer. He was lost in Ilya's and he could feel him clench around him relentlessly. He was so tight and Shane was savoring the feeling it left on his cock. Ilya reached the back of Shane's neck, pulling him for a soaring kiss and a broken sob as well as it escaped his lips.They were both panting, lost in each other's bodies. Shane kept a fast pace and went back to giving Ilya's neglected cock some attention. He was rock hard and dripping all over his stomach.

"I want you to fuck my hand," Shane said as he fisted Ilya's cock.

Ilya did as he was told, and Shane kept pounding into him, making his head bang against the headboard with the force of his thrusts. Ilya started to feel a tug in his stomach as he begged Shane to go harder while thrusting into Shane's fist, mirroring his movements. However, he could feel his thighs starting to tremble. Ilya came without a warning, his cock jerking into Shane's fist. "Shane I— Fuck!" White spurts of cum painted his stomach and chest as his breath caught in his throat. His hole clenched around Shane's cock as he kept the brutal pace while he fucked him through his orgasm. Ilya saw his vision darken and he felt like he was about to pass out for a second. His cock kept twitching as cum was still leaking out of him. He had never come that hard before and he was sure his heart was about to burst out of his chest with the way it was beating against his ribcage.

His body jerked one last time before it relaxed completely, becoming  numb while Shane continued thrusting into him. Ilya looked up at him through his lashes. "Cum inside of me sweetheart. Make me yours," he muttered.

It was all Shane needed to hear. With one final push, Ilya felt his hips stutter as he submerged himself deeper, spilling into him as his hips jerked with every string of cum leaving his body. Ilya held him close, running his hand into Shane's sweat-drenched hair and kissing his temple as he came for the fourth time that night. "Fuck, Ilya. You feel so good." Shane sighed against his chest as the last drop of cum exited his body. He could feel Ilya's heart beating erratically against his ear and his wasn't any better. He stayed  inside of him as he tried to calm his breathing. "I can believe we did this," Shane chuckled.

Ilya squirmed underneath him, feeling oversensitive as Shane carefully pulled out. Ilya winced at the detachment and felt Shane's cum dripping out of him. It was a weird sensation but it wasn't unpleasant. Shane had claimed him and he couldn't be more grateful. Shane brought his fingers to Ilya’s entrance and fucked his cum back into Ilya’s hole with two fingers. Ilya whimpered at the intrusion, burying his face into Shane’s neck and biting at his sweaty skin. “This is so fucking good when you do this to me. I had to do this.” 

Ilya looked down to where Shane’s hand was disappearing between his legs and had to admit that it was hot. He sighed softly when Shane removed his fingers and brought them up to Ilya’s mouth, “Wanna have a taste?” Ilya nodded and Shane slipped his fingers between Ilya’s lips, sucking on them eagerly while moaning as he tasted Shane on his tongue; his favorite flavor if he was being honest. 

He licked Shane’s fingers clean."Thank you for doing this for me," Ilya whispered, cupping Shane's jaw and kissing him softly.

"I'm glad we did this." Shane wrapped his arms around him.

"Now I get it when you say you feel gross," Ilya complained. He needed to clean himself up, but as he was about to get up, Shane beat him to it.

"No, stay. Let me take care of you." He got up and went to the bathroom. Ilya laid back onto the bed and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling blissfully fucked. As he was slowly dozing off, Shane came back from the bathroom all cleaned up with a warm washcloth in his hand. "Get on your stomach baby."

Ilya turned around and Shane gently spread his legs and wiped the rest of the cum off Ilya's ass, careful not to put too much pressure on his oversensitive hole.

"I like when you take care of me," Ilya sighed into the pillow.

"I love taking care of you." Shane kissed Ilya's shoulder. "And you know what I'd like right now?"

Ilya lifted his head to meet Shane's eyes, "What?"

"I need fries. I'm starving."

Ilya chuckled and rolled on his back, pulling Shane into a hug and Shane went into his arms willingly. "That's the weed talking sweetheart." He patted his cheek gently, kissing Shane one more time before getting up. "Come on, I'll make you some fries." Shane smiled up at him and followed him out of the bedroom.