Rating:

Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jackie Pike, Cliff Marlow

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Sex Toys, Public teasing, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Jealous Shane Hollander, They're so gone for each other, Shameless Smut, Thigh Riding, Semi-Public Sex, Daddy Kink, Kink Discovery, Blow Jobs, Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Topping from the Bottom, Bottom Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Walks Ilya Rozanov Like A Dog, Power Dynamics, light degradation, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Teasing, spit, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial

Language:

English

Series:

Part 8 of Stolen Moments

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Published: 2026-01-17 Completed: 2026-01-25 Words: 34,902 Chapters: 9/9

Evidence of Me

Summary

Ilya wins MVP. Shane wears Ilya's gift to himself during the ceremony, driving him crazy with the filthiest mouth.

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Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.

Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.

Daddy

His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."

Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."

Shane blinked. "What?"

"You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again."

Chapter 1: Think You Can Keep It In?

"Baby?" Ilya's voice called from the entry of the hotel suite. "You almost ready?"

"Yeah, few more minutes." he called back, hearing Ilya’s steps getting closer. He looked to see him step into the bedroom. Shane’s heart skipped at the sight of his boyfriend in the perfectly tailored tux, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned. Fuck.

Ilya’s low whistle brought Shane’s eyes back to his face as he continued towards the bathroom where Shane stood, earning an eye roll. "Oh yeah?"

"Shit, you look good." he told him, eyes scanning down to Shane’s bare chest to the towel knotted at his hip. “You could just go like this.”

“Is that right?” Shane chuckled, holding his hand out. Ilya took it quickly, closing the space between them. “Might make a bit of a scene.”

“Mm, but you’d be so pretty.”

“You look gorgeous.” Shane told him, running his hand up Ilya’s arms to his shoulders before wrapping his arms around his neck. 

“Need your help with tie.” Ilya told him. His big hands were warm against Shane’s bare back. 

“Where is it?”

“In bedroom.”

"Come here then." Shane said softly, leaning up to kiss Ilya’s chin as he reached back to catch one of Ilya’s hands on his low back. He tightened his grip on that hand and guided him out of the bathroom and into their room, searching for the scrap of material. He spotted it at the same time Ilya’s other hand wrapped around Shane’s hip, yanking him back until his back was flush to Ilya’s chest.

Shane grinned and leaned into his touch. Ilya traced his nose along Shane’s shoulder and up his neck to whisper, “Should’ve joined you in the shower earlier. Don’t know what the fuck I was thinking staying out.”

“Remember that for next time.” Shane told him, ducking away from his hold to grab the tie from the foot of the bed. He turned just as Ilya swooped his arms back around Shane’s frame, hauling him closer. “Thought you wanted me to do your tie.”

“I do. You can do that from here.” Ilya told him, squeezing Shane tighter.

Shane laughed, the sound catching in his throat when Ilya's lips found the curve of his neck. "You're going to make us late."

"Little bit late is fine." Ilya mumbled against his skin, teeth grazing his pulse point.

"Ilya." Shane warned, even as he tilted his head to give him more access. His fingers fumbled to close the two buttons at the top of his shirt while trying to focus on how to tie the bow tie. “Baby, let me do this and then you can kiss me.”

Ilya groaned but leaned his head back. “Fine.” he pouted, his bright eyes scanning Shane’s face.

Shane made quick work of the familiar motions, looping and tucking, hyper-aware of Ilya's eyes on his face. When he finished, he smoothed his hands down Ilya's chest. "There. Perfect."

Ilya’s thumb and pointer finger slotted on either side of Shane’s chin, tipping his head back. “Thank you. Can kiss you now?”

“Please.”

Ilya barely let the word hang in the air for a second before slanting his mouth over Shane’s. His tongue danced along the seam of Shane’s lips before gaining access. Ilya kissed the air out of Shane’s lungs, leaving the man practically hanging off Ilya’s body.

“We’re going to be late.”

“Fuck it.” Ilya whispered, kissing him again.

"You're getting an award tonight. You can't be late to your own…" He gasped when Ilya's hands slid lower, tugging at the towel. "Baby."

"Have something for you." Ilya said, pulling back just enough for Shane to miss the warmth of him.

Shane stared up at him, sure that he must look wanting. "What?"

Ilya's smile was slow, his pupils dilating. "A reward. For me." He reached past Shane to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small box. "But really, it is for you."

Shane's brow furrowed in confusion until Ilya pulled the lid from the box, tilting it towards him. His eyes widened at the sight of the black toy resting inside. "Ilya..."

"Palm out."

He did as requested and he flipped the box so the lightweight toy fell into his hand. He ran his thumb over the ribbed end of the plug. "Lighter than it looks."

"Mhm." he hummed, taking it from him. "Sit. Edge of the bed."

Shane's heart thudded against his ribs as he did so. It skipped entirely when Ilya dropped to his knee in front of him. His hands slipped to Shane’s ankles, spreading his thighs. He watched Ilya’s face darken as he took in the sight of Shane’s half hard cock against the thigh bearing Ilya’s teeth marks from a few days prior.

Ilya's tongue snaked out to lick his bottom lip. "Think we need a matching one on this side." he whispered.

He leaned in and traced the length of his cock with the tip of his tongue sending Shane's head back and a moan to the ceiling. "Baby…" he breathed.

"Yeah, must leave more evidence of me on my man." Ilya said more to himself as he ran his fingertips over Shane’s hips. "My perfect fucking man." He looked up into his eyes and shifted up on his knees. "Open your mouth." Shane didn't hesitate and dropped his jaw. His eyes darkened. "Lemme see that pretty tongue." Shane let his tongue slide out. Ilya mumbled praise and raised the toy up to his face. "Get it wet for me, baby. Suck."

He placed the toy to his tongue and Shane curled his tongue along the sides. 

"That's it, baby. Close those lips around it." He quickly did so, his lips fluttering. "Fuck you’re so Goddamn pretty." Shane moaned, his body reacting to the roughness of his voice."Good boy." Ilya muttered, pulling the toy from his mouth. "Always so good for me."

He watched through wide eyes as Ilya lifted Shane’s feet one at a time to rest on the edge of the mattress. He leaned in to lick a wide hot path over Shane’s hole, moaning into him. Shane dropped back onto his elbows. 

He dropped to his back when Ilya pulled back to spit directly on his hole, his fingers rubbing slowly along the rim.

"Ilya," Shane breathed, his hips canting up instinctively, chasing more. "Please."

"So impatient." Ilya murmured, pressing one finger inside slowly, working him open with practiced ease. Shane's back arched off the bed, a broken sound escaping his throat. "Always so tight for me, baby."

"More," Shane gasped, and Ilya rewarded him with a second finger, scissoring gently until Shane was panting, fisting the sheets beneath him.

"Think you're ready for your present now?" Ilya asked, withdrawing his fingers. Shane whined at the loss, earning a low chuckle. "Shh, I've got you."

Ilya slid the spit slick plug into him slowly, shifting it inside of him, watching his face closely. He gasped when the piece inside glanced over his prostate. "Oh!" he breathed out in surprise.

"There it is." he chuckled. "How's it feel, baby?"

"Good." he told him. "Fits perfectly."

Ilya leaned down to press a kiss at his hip bone, his tongue flicking over his skin quickly. "God you taste so good." he mumbled before kissing up his body, over his bare chest, to kiss his collarbone. "Going to lick that pretty hole when you finally let me bring you back to the room tonight. But before that, I'm going to count on my friend here to keep you open for me."

Shane watched him fish his phone from his pocket. "We're late, aren't we?"

"A little." He said, scrolling across the screen quickly. "Have to show you something first."

"More than our new friend?"

"More to our new friend." he restated, looking back to Shane’s face. He was watching him closely in silence for a moment. Shane opened his mouth to prompt him but then he felt a vibration inside of him, buzzing against his prostate.

He couldn't stop the moan of shock. "Oh fuck, Ilya!"

"How's that, baby?"

"It's good!" Ilya swiped along his phone screen again, the vibrations suddenly stronger. "Ah! Ilya, shit!"

He chuckled and touched the screen again. The buzzing stopped as suddenly as it started. Shane gaped up at him, wide eyed. "Think you can keep it in that tight ass until I take it out? Let me play with you while you sit there looking pretty for the cameras? In front of our friends?" He nodded rapidly. "Good boy. Hands." Shane placed his hands in Ilya’s and let him pull him to his feet. "How is it now that you're vertical?"

Shane shifted his weight from foot to foot, testing the movement inside of him. "Good, I think. It's good." He squeezed around the plug and had to grab onto Ilya’s arms. "Oh, fuck that's good."

Ilya laughed, bringing a hand to his face. "Get dressed. Sooner we leave, sooner we can get back."

He leaned up to kiss him softly. "Meet you in the living room in a sec." 

Shane watched Ilya leave the bedroom, stopping only to grab his shoes before continuing through the hotel suite. He had to take a deep breath, hearing it shake on the inhale. They hadn’t been to an event like this together, as a couple. As a couple who wasn’t hiding. Shane was both thrilled and nauseous at the idea.

Get it together. Ilya is 100% winning MVP and you have to be there for him.

He pulled on his underwear carefully, hyper-aware of the plug shifting inside him with every movement. Once dressed he caught sight of himself in the mirror as he finished his tie. Flushed cheeks, slightly glazed eyes. He looked like he'd just been thoroughly kissed.

Because you were.

Shane finished dressing quickly, fingers fumbling with his cufflinks before finally getting them through. He grabbed his phone and wallet from the dresser and made his way to the living room where Ilya was waiting by the door, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up when Shane entered, his face softening. "Beautiful."

"Stop." Shane felt his face heat.

"Never." Ilya pocketed his phone and held out his hand. "Ready?"

Shane took it, squeezing once. "Ready."

Shane hoped no one asked him about the awards show. Walking into the after party, he realized he could only recall three things from the entire ceremony:

The look on Ilya's face after Shane kissed him before he walked to the podium.

The way his heart nearly burst through his ribcage when Ilya thanked him during his acceptance speech. He’d called Shane “the only true love of my life” in front of their peers, coaches, executives, and reporters. The words sent his body into overdrive and Shane nearly vibrated out of his seat.

And the glorious, maddening sensation of the plug shifting inside him every time he moved.

The after party was easier. Louder, looser. The formal tension of the ceremony dissolved by an open bar and a DJ who wasn’t afraid to play something with heavy bass. Shane let himself get swept up in it, talking to former teammates, current teammates. People saying they were surprised but happy to hear about him and Ilya. It felt good. Normal, almost, if he ignored the plug nestled inside him.

He was halfway through a conversation with one of the trainers when he realized his boyfriend was no longer in his line of sight. Shane scanned the room, searching for the only body he knew he could draw from memory.

Where did he-

"Looking for your other half?" Hayden appeared at his elbow, two drinks in hand. He passed one to Shane. "Saw him get pulled away by some media people about twenty minutes ago."

"Twenty minutes?" Shane frowned, accepting the glass. "That's a long interview."

"You know how they are. New MVP trophy, new boyfriend, new coach. Lot of soundbites to try and grab.” Hayden shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "He's over by the far bar, I think. Saw him talking to one of the ESPN guys."

Shane followed Hayden's vague gesture until he spotted him. Ilya was leaning against the bar, nodding along to something the reporter in front of him was saying. The guy was tall, handsome, standing just a little too close. As Shane watched, the reporter laughed and touched Ilya's arm. Ilya laughed in return.

Shane's grip tightened on his glass.

"You're staring." Hayden said, amused.

"I'm observing."

"Uh huh." Hayden knocked his shoulder against Shane's. "You going to rip his hands off or what?”

“I’m resisting the urge.” Shane admitted, taking a sip of his drink. “Also resisting the urge to ask Ilya what’s so fucking funny.”

“Ya know, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a jealous guy.” Hayden said, dropping an arm over Shane’s shoulders. “This is fascinating.”

Shane couldn’t help but smile with a roll of his eyes as Hayden chuckled. “Well when your boyfriend looks like that, is charming as fuck and talk just about anybody out of their pants, you learn new things about yourself.”

“I guess you do.”

Shane started to reply but a sudden soft vibration inside of him elicited a gasp instead.

"You good?" Hayden asked, the hand still draped over Shane’s back gripped his shoulder. 

"Yeah, just," Shane cleared his throat, willing his voice steady. "Swallowed wrong. Where’s Jackie?"

“Talking to some of the WAGs.” Hayden said, standing on his toes to search the room. “Ah there she is. Honey!” he called.

Shane tried to focus on the pretty brunette who was approaching but the vibration had settled into a low, steady hum against his prostate. Not enough to make him lose control. Just enough to make sure he couldn't think about anything else.

His eyes drifted over Jackie’s head to the bar. Ilya was still talking to the reporter, his posture relaxed and easy. Shane’s eyes narrowed in on the phone now in Ilya’s hand, being held casually at his side. As Shane watched, his thumb swiped across the screen.

The vibration pulsed stronger. Sharper.

Shane's hand shot out to grip Hayden's arm, his knees threatening to buckle.The pulse dropped back to the low, steady hum. Shane’s cock was only being held down by a conveniently placed seam in his boxer briefs. 

He looked up again to see Ilya watching him. His face was relaxed, calm, but behind the professional pleasantness that could border on flirtation, Shane could see the hint of jealousy Ilya was trying to hide. Ilya looked away, turning those eyes back to the other man.

I have the right to be jealous with that man hanging onto Ilya’s every word. Why is he looking at me like that?

"Okay, seriously, are you alright?" Hayden turned to face him fully, concern creasing his brow.

“Yeah!” Shane answered too quickly. “Jackie, you look great tonight.”

“Thank you, you too.” Jackie said, pulling Shane into a quick hug. “You alright, though? You look a bit flushed.”

Shane knew the color in his cheeks deepened in embarrassment. “Oh yeah, just warm in here.”

“And he’s jealous Ilya is talking to the beefcake reporter.” Hayden told her, his arm dropping from Shane so the other could wrap around his wife.

“Well go get your man.” Jackie said, looking over her shoulder. “Ilya doesn’t seem into it but I bet he’d get a kick out of you laying some claims.” Jackie said, looking back at Shane to wriggle her eyebrow.

Shane chuckled and took a long drink, hoping the glass would hide the fluttering of his eyes as pleasure lay heavy in his stomach.

“Dance with me?” Hayden asked Jackie. 

Oh thank God.

“Absolutely.”

And then they were gone and Shane was alone for the first time all night. His eyes found his boyfriend again.

The reporter's hand was still on Ilya's bicep. Still laughing. Still leaning in.

Alright, that's enough.

He shot back the remainder of his drink and placed it on the nearest surface.

He turned and began weaving through the crowd. He kept his eyes fixed on the bar, on Ilya, who was still nodding along to whatever the reporter was saying. Still not looking at Shane.

But his thumb was still moving on that screen.

The vibration shifted to short, teasing pulses that made Shane bite down on his tongue. He tasted copper. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his dress pants, and he had to resist the urge to adjust himself in the middle of the crowded room.

You absolute bastard.

He was ten feet away when the reporter leaned in closer, his hand settling on Ilya's shoulder as he said something in his ear. Ilya tilted his head to listen, a polite smile on his face.

The vibration kicked up to a relentless, rolling wave.

Shane paused mid-step, biting back a moan. He curled his fingers around the edge of a nearby table and leaned into it just enough to stay on his feet.

When he looked back up, Ilya was watching him.

Just for a second. Just a flicker of eye contact across the crowded room. His expression didn't change, still pleasant, still engaged with the reporter at his side. But something glittered in his gaze. Dark. Satisfied.

His thumb swiped across his phone.

The vibration stopped.

Shane exhaled shakily, his legs trembling. He was going to kill him. He was going to drag Ilya back to their hotel room and kill him.

Right after he fucked him.

Shane gave himself thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to catch his breath, to will his cock to calm down, to remember that he was in a room full of colleagues and cameras and he could not, would not, let Ilya win this easily.

He pushed off from the table and closed in on the bar.

The reporter was still talking, still standing too close, still touching Ilya like he had any right to. Up close, Shane could see the guy was even prettier than he'd thought. Sharp jaw, perfect teeth, the kind of effortless charm that probably got him whatever he wanted.

Shane hated him instantly.

"-and I think what you've done this season is just remarkable," the reporter was saying, his hand resting on Ilya's forearm. "The way you led this team will see you in the Hall of Fame one-"

"Ilya." Shane interrupted smoothly, sliding into the space at Ilya's side. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

Ilya's arm slipped around his waist immediately, pulling him close. "Sorry, got caught up." He pressed a kiss to Shane's temple. "Shane, this is Marcus. He's new with ESPN. Marcus, this is Shane Hollander. My boyfriend."

The last two words landed with just enough emphasis to make Marcus's hand fall away from Ilya's arm.

"Of course. Another future Hall of Famer." Marcus recovered quickly, extending his hand with a professional smile. "Great to finally meet you. Ilya was just telling me about you."

"Was he?" Shane shook his hand, squeezing perhaps a little harder than necessary. "All good things, I hope."

"Only the best." Marcus's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "He's very proud of you."

"It’s mutual." Shane leaned into Ilya's side, his hand coming to rest possessively on Ilya's chest. "Sorry for interrupting."

"Oh, no interruptions at all." Marcus glanced between them, clearly reading the press of Shane’s fingers into Ilya’s pec. "I should let you two enjoy the rest of your evening. Ilya, congratulations again. Wonderful talking to you. Shane, looking forward to talking again soon."

"You too." Ilya said, charm oozing out of his pores.

They watched him disappear into the crowd. Shane waited until he was out of earshot before turning to look up at Ilya.

"Wonderful talking to you?" Shane repeated flatly.

Chapter 2: Say it Again

Chapter Summary

Shane would never have guessed he'd have a conversation with Hayden with a vibrating plug in his ass, but here we are.

Chapter Notes

"He was nice." Ilya's expression was innocent. "Very complimentary."

"I bet he was." Shane said, finding Ilya’s hand. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

Shane didn’t answer, just pulled Ilya through the crowd towards a darkened corner. As soon as they were out of the bright lights, Ilya was pulling Shane back against him.

"My pretty baby." Ilya's voice whispered against the shell of his ear as both arms snaked around Shane’s waist, pulling him firmly to his chest. "Looking a little flushed, my love."

"Do I?" he asked.

"Mmhmm." he sounded before kissing Shane’s neck. "Feeling alright?" he mumbled against the sensitive spot beneath his ear.

"My man decided to tease me in front of my friends while he focused most of his attention on another person." he teased and felt Ilya's body tense in response. 

"My baby gets all my attention all the time." he whispered. "He is so greedy that he can't have me look away for 10 minutes?"

"You know I am." Shane felt Ilya smile against his skin. 

"Good."

He turned in his arms to stare up into Ilya’s eyes. His pupils dilated even further. "You're a little too good with that app."

"It's very user friendly." he smirked, dropping a kiss to the tip of Shane’s nose. 

“And what could that little reporter friend of yours say that you thought, ‘Hmm, yes you know what I should do? Make Shane Hollander cum in his pants in the middle of everyone who is anyone?’”

“You let another man put his arms around you.” Ilya told him, his voice suddenly deeper. The octave it only went to when Ilya’s defenses were up.

Shane’s frame immediately went on alert and he pressed closer to Ilya. “It was Hayden.”

Ilya gave a half shrug. “So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?”

Ilya was quiet for a moment, his jaw working. His thumb traced slow circles on Shane's hip. When he finally spoke, his voice was low enough that Shane had to lean in to hear him over the music.

"I see his arm around you." Ilya said carefully. "And I want to break his arms. But he is your friend so I do not do this. And I can’t exactly throw your beautiful fucking body on the floor or one of these tables to worship you and make you look at only me." His grip tightened almost imperceptibly. "So I remind you I am here."

Shane's breath caught. "Ilya..." Shane's voice came out rougher than he intended.

“Plus, I love how beautiful your freckles look when you blush for me.” 

Shane couldn’t help but smile back at the wide, bright grin that lit up Ilya’s face. He wanted to steer him back to the words still sitting on his tongue, waiting to be spoken. He wanted Ilya to tell him the thing he had worked so carefully not to say.

But for now, in this room with the entirety of the hockey world milling about, Shane just leaned up on his toes to kiss Ilya soundly.

Ilya’s hand dropped to Shane’s ass, hand squeezing. The move shifted the plug and Shane moaned against Ilya’s lips. “How’s that perfect ass?”

"Needy." he told him quietly. "I’m surprised I haven’t ripped through the seam of these pants. But there’s a wet spot of precum starting to form on these fuckers.”

He felt Ilya’s cock twitch against his thigh where their legs pressed together. "Too much?"

"Not yet."

"Good boy." he whispered, dropping his hand to cup Shane’s cock through the front of his pants. “Fuck, you are leaking through these pants.”

“I fucking know!”

"Jesus, fuck." Ilya huffed out quietly. "You're really that worked up. Can practically taste you."

"Driving me fucking crazy." Shane bit back a moan when the vibration started again, slow and steady. “Fuck, Ilya!” he whispered, dropping his head to rest against his chest. “Baby, it’s so perfect.”

“You’re doing so good for me, Shane. So good for me.”

“Can I have more?” Shane whispered, his head tipping back to meet Ilya’s wide eyes. “Please?”

Ilya kissed Shane’s forehead. “No.”

“But baby!” he whined as quietly as he could, his hips thrusting forward seeking more of Ilya’s hand.

"You're so pretty." he whispered, his eyes tracing over Shane's features. "Love how you blush for me."

"Ilya, baby, leaking so much."

“Yeah, you ready to cum all over me?”

“Yes!” Shane whispered, peering up at him. 

Ilya kissed him roughly. “Do you want to cum down my throat, Shane? Or on my face? Or maybe on my chest while you ride me until you can’t hold yourself up?” He asked, keeping their mouths touching with every word.

Shane's cock pulsed at each option, leaking steadily into his already ruined underwear. His brain short-circuited trying to choose. His hips rolled forward on their own, grinding against Ilya's thigh, seeking any friction he could get. "I… fuck, all of it. Want all of it."

"Yeah?" Ilya's hand slid down to grip Shane's hip, guiding the movement. "Want me to take you apart, baby?"

A whimper slipped past Shane's lips before he could stop it. His fingers dug into Ilya's shoulders, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping Shane tethered to the earth. "Please. Ilya, please, I need…"

"Tell me." Ilya's voice rumbled through Shane’s veins. "Tell me what you need."

"You." Shane gasped, his cock throbbing against Ilya's thigh. "Just you. Always you. Please, baby, I can't…I'm so close."

"Oh there they are."

Wait, what?

Shane nearly collapsed when the vibration shut off entirely. He blinked up at Ilya, whose eyes had gone wide. The blond gave a subtle shake of his head, wrapping an arm around Shane to pull him into his chest. 

The words suddenly hit Shane and he blinked as Ilya shifted them to face the bustling room. A few feet away, and approaching were Marleau and Zadensky. Boston and New York. Shane categorized them, trying to get some of his blood flow back into his brain.

“What’re you two doing together?” Ilya asked, his voice somehow perfectly normal. Shane felt like he would sound like a dying frog if he was forced to speak. Why doesn’t he sound affected? I can feel his cock about to snap against me, he’s so hard. So he’s definitely affected.

“They were looking for you for another press round and pictures of everybody together.” Marleau told him.

“Ah, fuck, really?” Ilya sighed. 

“Yeah.” Zadensky glanced between them before arching a brow with a wicked grin. “Whatcha doing back here? In the dark corner? Alone?”

“I needed some air.” Shane supplied, his voice only cracking a little.

“You do look…” Zadensky paused dramatically, “Warm. Hot even.”

Shane felt Ilya tense and his body shifted away from Shane towards Zadensky. Shane curled his fingers into the material of his jacket, holding Ilya against him. "We were talking." Shane said, refusing to feel embarrassed about being caught with his own boyfriend.

"In a dark corner."

"It's a nice corner." Shane replied.

"With Ilya's hand on your ass."

Shane glanced down. Ilya's hand had, in fact, migrated fully to his ass at some point during the conversation.

"It's a nice ass." Ilya said, completely unrepentant. “Where do they want me?”

“Think we know where Shane wants you.” Zadensky teased.

“I’ll break your goddamn teeth.” Ilya told him, making the man laugh. “Go.”

Marleau chuckled and dropped his hand to the back of Zadensky’s neck, turning him around. “Meet us up at the front. Shouldn’t take long.”

"Five minutes." Ilya called after them before turning back to Shane. His hand was still on his ass. "You okay?"

"I'm going to die." Shane said flatly. "I'm going to die and it's going to be your fault and I hope you're happy."

Ilya's grin was slow and devastating. "You're not going to die."

"My dick is going to fall off from lack of blood flow to the rest of my body. That's basically dying."

"So dramatic." Ilya leaned in, his lips brushing Shane's ear. "Just a few minutes. Then I come back and we leave."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Ilya pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Something soft flickered beneath the heat. "You've been so good for me tonight, baby. So perfect. Just a little longer."

Shane's chest ached. "Ilya..."

"I know." Ilya kissed him softly, lingering for just a moment. "I know. Me too." He stepped back, and Shane immediately missed the warmth of him. Ilya straightened his jacket, smoothed down his tie and took a breath. “Come on, I don’t want you standing here alone.”

“I’ll find Hayden.” 

Ilya’s eye twitched. 

Shane chuckled, “Ilya.”

“Fine. Five minutes. Don’t get caught up in a conversation. In his bullshit. Because I will be coming to get you as soon as I can and I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder on my way out.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ilya pulled him into his arms to kiss the tip of his nose. “Is that the game you want to play tonight?”

“Mmhmm.” Shane hummed. “You love it.”

“Having my man call me sir? I do. Hearing you say ‘fuck me harder, sir. More, sir. Need you, sir.’” he trailed off before adding, “Yeah what’s not to love?”

Shane’s face flushed hot. “Hurry up and come back to me.”

“I’ll be fast.”

Shane watched him go, his heart hammering against his ribs. He pressed a hand to his chest and took a breath before pushing himself forward. It didn’t take long until he found Jackie and Hayden.

“Oh there you are.” Jackie said, “Did Cliff and Yuri find you and Ilya?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately.” Shane rolled his eyes.

“Oh. Aw!” Jackie laughed, clapping a hand to Shane’s forearm. “Big plans tonight?”

“Feels like it could be an understatement.” Shane admitted, leaning against the table.

“He looks like he’d be generous. The way he looks at you. Bet he talks you through it.” Jackie said, thoughtfully. Shane glanced up at her, realizing how many martinis had to be on board for her to say that outloud. She met his eyes and smiled softly, “What?”

Shane spared a look to Hayden to see his friend gaping at his wife. “Damn Jackie, I’m standing right here.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for Hayden's hand. "Oh relax, I'm just making an observation. You know you're my favorite."

Shane had never been more thankful for his phone to vibrate. He fished it out, hearing Hayden and Jackie whispering back and forth.

♥️Ilya 🤤: Miss you already.

Shane's heart stuttered.

Shane: It's been 45 seconds.

♥️Ilya 🤤: Too long.

Shane: You're ridiculous.

♥️Ilya 🤤: You love it.

Shane bit his lip, warmth spreading through his chest.

Shane: Yeah. I do.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

♥️Ilya 🤤: буду трахать тебя снова и снова и снова

Shane: I don't speak Russian, baby.

♥️Ilya 🤤: Learn those words. Then I take you home and show you how much I love you.

Shane's breath caught. He closed the messages app and opened the Russian language translator he’d downloaded after he realized Ilya had been telling him he loved him in Russian for months before he’d said it in English.

I’m going to fuck you again and again and again.

Shane: Hurry.

He pocketed his phone, his pulse racing. Across the room, he could see Ilya posing for photos with the other award winners, his smile bright and easy for the cameras. But every few seconds, his eyes would flick toward the corner where Shane stood.

Watching. Always watching.

The plug buzzed once. Soft, quick, almost like a kiss.

Impossible, ridiculous, perfect man.

He couldn't wait to get him alone. 

He let his mind focus on Hayden and Jackie chatting happily, well Jackie was chatting happily and Hayden kept circling back to her comments on Ilya. Shane couldn’t find fault in any of Jackie’s thoughts.

"Ready to go?"

Shane jumped, turning to find Ilya standing behind him, eyes dark, jaw tight. His bow tie was slightly loosened now, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked like he was barely holding himself together.

Good. That makes two of us.

"God, yes."

Ilya's hand found the small of his back, warm and possessive. "Said goodbye to your friends?"

"Hayden, Jackie, we’re leaving. I’ll talk to you later." Shane took Ilya’s hand in his. "Now get me out of here."

Shane didn’t wait for a response from anybody, instead he began pulling Ilya to the exit. He heard Jackie call after them, “Have a good time, lovebirds!”

Once they made it clear of the ballroom, Ilya tugged Shane to a stop. He looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. Something flickered in Ilya's expression, barely restrained hunger. "You sure? Could stay longer. Dance a little. Let me tease you some more."

"Ilya." Shane's voice came out low, desperate. "If you don't take me back to that room in the next five minutes, I'm going to ride your thigh right here in front of everyone. I don't care anymore."

Ilya's breath caught. His grip tightened on Shane's back, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck." Ilya muttered, more to himself than to Shane. Then, louder: "We're leaving. Now."

He didn't wait for a response, just grabbed Shane's hand and pulled him toward the exit. 

Shane stumbled after Ilya, his legs unsteady, the plug shifting with every step. The hallway outside the ballroom was quieter, the bass from the DJ muffled by the heavy doors. But it wasn't quiet enough. People milled about - servers, a few guests stepping out for air, security. 

It wasn't enough. Shane needed more. Needed now.

His eyes scanned the corridor frantically until he spotted it, a service hallway branching off to the left, darker and clearly not meant for guests. He tightened his grip on Ilya's hand and pulled sharply, dragging him off course.

"Shane, what…"

"Can't wait." Shane breathed, shoving Ilya around the corner and into the shadows. "I can't. I'm sorry, I can't."

He pushed Ilya against the wall, a move that made Ilya's eyes go wide, and climbed onto his thigh before Ilya could protest. The pressure against his aching cock pushed a moan out of his chest.

"Shane." Ilya's voice was strangled, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides like he didn't know where to put them. "We're in a hallway. Anyone could…"

"Don't care." Shane rolled his hips, grinding down desperately. "You've been teasing me for hours, Ilya. Hours. I can't, I need," His rhythm stuttered, uncoordinated and frantic. He couldn’t get his thoughts to connect from beginning to end. "Please just let me…"

Ilya's hands finally landed on Shane's hips, gripping hard. For a moment Shane thought he was going to push him off, make him wait, drag out the torture even longer.

Instead, Ilya turned them so Shane was pressed against the wall and pulled him down harder against his thigh.

"Fuck." Ilya muttered, his head falling forward to rest against Shane’s forehead. "Okay. Okay, baby, take it. Take what you need."

Shane sobbed in relief, his hips finding a desperate rhythm. The friction was perfect. His cock strained against the wet fabric of his ruined underwear, the plug shifting inside him with every thrust, Ilya's thick thigh flexing beneath him.

"That's it." Ilya's voice had dropped to that low, raspy register that made Shane's brain short-circuit. "Look at you. So desperate you couldn't even make it to the room."

"Your fault." Shane gasped, his fingers clawing at Ilya's shoulders. "You and your fucking - ah - fucking app."

Ilya laughed breathlessly, his grip tightening on Shane's hips, guiding his movements. "My fault? You're the one riding my leg like you'll die without it."

"Might." Shane's head dropped forward onto Ilya's shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Might actually die. Told you."

"So dramatic." But Ilya's voice was strained now too, his composure cracking. Shane could feel how hard he was. His cock pressing insistently against Shane's hip with every roll of his hips. "My dramatic, desperate, perfect man."

Shane whimpered, his thighs starting to shake. He was close, embarrassingly close, after only a few minutes of grinding against Ilya like a teenager. But he'd been on edge for so long, wound so tight, that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except chasing the release that had been dangled in front of him all night.

Footsteps echoed somewhere nearby, a server, maybe, or security making rounds. Shane froze, his heart slamming against his ribs. Ilya didn't falter. His hands tightened on Shane's hips, holding him in place. "Don't stop." Ilya whispered, his eyes dark. "They're not coming this way. And even if they were," His thigh flexed, pressing up harder. “Don’t stop." The footsteps faded. 

Shane's hips started moving again, more frantic than before. 

"Ilya." he gasped. "I can't hold on."

"Don't hold it." Ilya's hand slid up Shane's back to grip the nape of his neck, holding him close. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

"Someone could see."

"Don't care." Ilya echoed Shane's earlier words back at him. "Let them see. Let them see how pretty you are when you fall apart for me."

Shane's hips stuttered, his whole body tensing. "I'm, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm…”

The orgasm hit him like a freight train. His vision went white, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his hips jerked erratically against Ilya's thigh. Hours of buildup, hours of teasing, all the hours crashing through him at once.

And then, without permission from his brain, the word tumbled out.

"Daddy, fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!"

Shane felt like he was floating back into his body when he felt Ilya's fingers on his chin. He saw Ilya’s mouth moving in front of him and blinked, trying to hear him. The blood rushing in his ears tamped down just enough for his brain to catch up.

What did you just say?

"Huh?" he asked between shaky breaths.

Ilya's fingers tightened on his chin, his thumb stretching up to rub across Shane's mouth. "What the fuck did you just call me?" His voice was practically vibrating, his eyes flashing down at him.

Shane stared up at him in confusion for a second. What did I say? He thought as the memory of less than a minute ago settled over him.

Daddy, I'm cumming!

His eyes went wide and blood rushed to his face as embarrassment hit him like a truck. "Oh, baby... I..."

Ilya released his face to curl his fingers around Shane's throat. "No, Shane. Say it again."

Shane blinked. "What?"

"You heard me." Ilya's thumb pressed into Shane's lower lip, dragging it down slightly. "Say it again. Right now."

He didn't think he could get any harder, he'd just cum, for fuck's sake, but Ilya's rough and needy voice sent arousal flooding through him. His spent cock giving a valiant twitch. "Daddy." he finally managed to say.

Ilya grinned and squeezed his throat. "My good fucking boy."

Shane's knees buckled. Only Ilya's grip on his throat and hip kept him upright. His other hand was trembling where it gripped Shane's hip. Trembling. Ilya, who was always so controlled, so steady, so sure, was shaking because Shane called him Daddy. Something hot and possessive curled in Shane's chest.

"Again." Ilya demanded.

"Daddy." It came out easier this time. Breathier.

Ilya made a sound low in his chest, something between a groan and a growl. His forehead dropped to Shane's, their breath mingling in the narrow space between them.

"Do you have any idea," Ilya said slowly, his accent thicker than Shane had ever heard it, "what that does to me?"

"I'm starting to feel it." Shane whispered, pressing his palm against the hard line of Ilya's cock straining against his dress pants.

Ilya hissed, his hips jerking into the touch. "Hotel. Now."

"I can't walk back through there." Shane gestured vaguely at himself. Flushed, disheveled, with a very obvious wet spot on the front of his dress pants. "Everyone will know."

"Don't care."

"Ilya."

"Fine." Ilya pulled out his phone, typing rapidly with one hand while the other stayed curled around Shane's throat, not squeezing, just holding. Like he couldn't bear to let go. "Side exit. Car will meet us."

"You're texting the driver right now?"

"I'm texting the driver right now." Ilya confirmed, pocketing his phone and immediately using both hands to straighten Shane's jacket, smooth his hair, making him marginally more presentable. "Because if I have to wait more than five minutes to get you naked, I will lose my fucking mind."

Shane laughed breathlessly. "Jesus, baby, impatient."

Ilya grabbed Shane's hand and pressed it against his cock, rock hard and straining against his dress pants.

"You just accidentally called me Daddy while cumming on my thigh in a public hallway." Ilya kept his hand on his cock. “Do you have any fucking questions about why I might be feeling a bit impatient?”

Shane swallowed hard. "No, sir."

Ilya's eye twitched. "Don't start with that too or we won't make it to the car."

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Shane."

Shane grinned, giddy and reckless and so in love he could barely breathe. "You started this. With your little reward. Your user-friendly app."

"And I'm going to finish it." Ilya grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward where Shane assumed the side exit was. "Again and again and again. Remember?"

Shane's stomach flipped. "I remember."

"Good." Ilya glanced back at him, his eyes dark with promise. "Because by the time I'm done with you tonight, that word is going to be the only thing you remember how to say."

Chapter End Notes

Daddy Ilya is at the door, besties. HE IS RIGHT THERE

Chapter 3: For the road

Chapter Summary

Every once in awhile Shane likes to top from the bottom. Ilya lets him.

Chapter Notes

@eddiebet left a comment on another fic about the tag "Shane Hollander walks Ilya Rozanov like a dog" and I haven't stopped thinking about it.

There is an overuse of the word "daddy" but it is what it is. If it were me, that's the only word I'd be able to say sooo Shane is me, I am Shane.

The car was waiting exactly where Ilya said it would be.

Shane barely registered climbing into the backseat. One moment he was stumbling through the side exit, the cool night air hitting his flushed skin, and the next he was being pulled onto Ilya's lap, the door slamming shut behind them.

"Drive." Ilya said to the front seat, his voice rough. "Don't stop until we get to the hotel."

Shane didn't hear the driver's response. He was too busy licking into Ilya's mouth, his hands fisting in the lapels of his jacket, grinding down against his thigh like he hadn't just cum five minutes ago.

"Shane." Ilya's hands gripped his hips, holding him still. "Baby, slow down."

"Can't." Shane gasped against his lips. "Need you. Need you so much."

Ilya swallowed the rest of his words with a kiss, deep and filthy and exactly what Shane needed. His hands slid up Shane's back, pulling him closer, and Shane melted into him. He couldn't think. Couldn't focus on anything except the taste of Ilya's mouth, the heat of his body, the hard line of his cock pressing up against Shane's ass.

"Almost there." Ilya murmured against his lips. "Just a few more minutes."

"Too long." Shane whined, rolling his hips. The plug shifted inside him, pressing against his prostate, and he whimpered. "Daddy, please."

Ilya's whole body shuddered. His fingers dug into Shane's hips hard enough to bruise.

"You trying to give this driver a show, Shane?” There was a bite to Ilya’s tone that he didn’t realize a whisper could have. It sent a shiver up Shane’s spine. “Do you want him to see you desperate for it? Begging for it?”

"No." Shane's voice came out half strangled. Heat crawled up his neck as reality crashed through the lust. There was a driver, right there, probably watching in the rearview mirror. A whole other person that Shane knew existed on some level but he was so caught up in his boyfriend he’d managed to forget the car would require a person to make it move. The thought should have made him stop. Instead it just made him burn hotter with embarrassment.

He pressed his face into the curve of Ilya's neck, hiding. "God, no. I don't want, that's not…" He exhaled shakily against Ilya's skin, trying to find words that weren't just please please please. "That's only for you." His fingers twisted in Ilya's lapels like he'd fly apart if he let go. "I'm yours, Ilya. Only yours." His hips hitched involuntarily and he bit back a whine.

“That’s right. So you stay here on my lap, you let me kiss you. You let me taste your tongue. But you keep those sounds, those gorgeous fucking whimpers and begging to yourself until it’s just me and you, da?” 

Ilya’s voice never raised above a murmur. Shane was honestly surprised he could even hear him over the sound of his blood rushing through his ears. 

“Da?” Ilya repeated, digging his fingertips into Shane’s back.

“Yes.” Shane whispered.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy.”

The car slowed. Shane didn't notice until Ilya was shifting him off his lap, his hands gentle but insistent.

"We're here." Ilya's voice was strained, "Can you walk?"

Shane's legs felt like they belonged to someone else. His cock was aching against his ruined pants, the plug a constant delicious pressure, and his entire body was vibrating with the effort of keeping quiet for the last five minutes. "Probably not."

"Try." Ilya pressed a kiss to his temple, lingering. "For me. Just a little longer."

Shane tried.

The lobby was blessedly dim, most of the lights turned down for the late hour. A single attendant at the front desk, a security guard by the elevator bank, neither paying them any attention. Shane kept his eyes forward and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, hyperaware of Ilya's hand splayed hot and possessive across the small of his back.

Don't think about the plug. Don't think about how hard your cock is.

"Stop thinking so loud." Ilya murmured against his ear.

"I'm not."

"You are. I can hear it." His thumb traced a slow circle at the base of Shane's spine. 

Shane exhaled shakily. "Yeah, well next time we play this game, it’ll be you with a vibrating cock ring I get to control."

Ilya huffed out a laugh, “Can’t wait, baby."

Ok, well now I need to buy that.

The elevator doors slid open. Empty. Shane nearly collapsed with relief.

The second the doors closed, Ilya had him pinned against the mirrored wall.

Shane gasped, his back hitting the cool surface, Ilya's thigh slotting between his legs with a precision that left Shane breathless. A low, desperate and loud moan left Shane’s mouth when Ilya caught his chin with his fingers.

"You sound so pretty for me." Ilya's mouth found his throat, teeth scraping over his pulse point. "Let me hear you now, baby. No one else. Just me."

"Ilya!" Shane's head fell back against the mirror, his hips grinding forward shamelessly. The plug shifted and he whimpered, the sound echoing in the small space. "Oh fuck, Ilya!"

“No.” Ilya growled, tightening the grip on Shane’s chin.

Shane blinked up at the ceiling in confusion. His eyes landed on the camera in the corner, the red light blinking. “Ilya, camera.”

“Fuck it.” Ilya muttered, running his other hand up to Shane’s hair. His fingers curled in the strands and tugged, pulling Shane’s head to the side.

“Recording.” Shane gasped when Ilya’s tongue licked up the length of his neck.

“Tell them who is making you so desperate.” Ilya’s voice had gone hard. “Tell them who you belong to.”

Shane’s entire body tightened. “You, baby. Fuck! Ilya!”

“No, no, baby. Say what I want to hear.”

“Daddy!”

Ilya groaned against his neck. "Keep saying that. Don't stop."

"Daddy." Shane's hands found Ilya's hair, gripping tight. "Daddy, please, I need you. I’ve been so good for you, please!”

The elevator dinged.

Ilya pulled back with visible effort, his chest heaving. Shane whined at the loss, reaching for him, but Ilya caught his wrist and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to his racing pulse.

"Almost there." Ilya said, his voice wrecked. "Come on."

Shane let himself be pulled out of the elevator, his legs unsteady, the cool air of the hallway doing nothing to calm the heat under his skin.

The hallway stretched endlessly in front of them. Shane's legs wobbled with every step, the plug shifting, his cock throbbing, the taste of Ilya still on his tongue. He was going to die. He was actually going to die before they made it to the room.

"Why the fuck is the door so goddamn far away?" Shane asked, not recognizing his own voice.

"You picked it."

"Not helpful, Ilya."

Ilya laughed, low and breathless. "Do you need me to carry you, my love?"

"I’ll make you fuck me in this hallway."

Ilya's steps faltered. He turned, something dark flickering behind his eyes. "You think I won't?"

Shane's breath caught. For a second, one endless, breathless second, he thought Ilya might actually do it. Might shove him against the wall and take him right here, other guests and security cameras be damned.

God, I’d let him.

"Ilya.”

Ilya's eyes darkened. "Love when you get like this."

"Slutty?" Shane rasped, taking a much-needed breath.

Ilya's hand slid to Shane’s face and then around to the back of his neck.

"My slut." Ilya corrected, his voice dropping to that low octave that made Shane's knees weak. "So good. So needy. Such a good slut for me."

Shane's cock pulsed, leaking into his already-ruined underwear. Shane could remember a time he would have found the word degrading. It might have still felt degrading coming from another mouth. But not from Ilya. Not when it was said with such devotion.

"Yeah?" Shane managed, his voice cracking. “You like me like this? Desperate for you?"

“Can’t begin to tell you how much I love it.” Ilya's thumb pressed against Shane's pulse point. "My pretty slut who couldn't even make it through the party without cumming on my thigh. My desperate boy who's been leaking for me all night." He leaned in, his lips brushing Shane's ear. "My perfect fucking mess."

"Daddy…" Shane was trembling now, barely holding himself upright.

"I know, baby." Ilya pressed a kiss to his temple, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the possessive grip on the back of his neck. "Come on, baby."

He pulled the key card from his pocket and had the door open in seconds. Shane stumbled through it, Ilya's hand on his lower back guiding him, and barely registered the click of the lock before he was spun around and pressed against the door.

Ilya's mouth was on Shane's immediately. Hot, demanding, claiming. Shane kissed him back desperately, his fingers fumbling with Ilya's jacket, shoving it off his shoulders.

"Off." Shane gasped between kisses. “Need this off."

Ilya let him. Let Shane shove the jacket to the floor, let him yank at the bow tie until it came undone, let him attack the buttons of his dress shirt with trembling fingers.

"In a hurry?" Ilya murmured, not bothering to hide the amusement on his face.

Shane shot him a look as he got the last button free. “I’m sorry, does your rock hard cock stabbing me in the stomach want me to go slower?”

Ilya’s eyes darkened and his smile grew but he didn’t speak. Shane shoved the shirt off Ilya's shoulders, immediately running his hands over the bare expanse of his chest. God, he’s gorgeous. All that golden skin, the cut of his muscles, the way he shivered under Shane's touch. He wanted to lick every inch of his chest, of his arms, his back, his legs, his cock.

His own lust faded into the background just enough for Shane to lean in and lick up Ilya’s sternum, trailing his tongue up to the hollow to Ilya’s throat. He pressed a kiss to the gold cross sitting an inch below that hollow. Ilya’s hands tightened at Shane’s hips.

Shane looked up at him, something reckless sparking in his chest. Ilya's eyes were glassy, his chest heaving, his cock straining against his dress pants. He looked undone. He looked like he was barely holding on.

Good.

Shane shoved him.

Ilya stumbled back a step, surprise flickering across his face, before the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he dropped hard. Shane followed immediately, climbing into his lap, straddling his thighs.

"Shane…"

Shane kissed him, swallowing whatever Ilya was going to say. He rolled his hips, grinding down against the hard line of Ilya's cock, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the groan it pulled from Ilya's throat.

"Lay back, it’s my turn." Shane breathed against his lips as he pressed him flat to the bed. He grabbed Ilya's wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of his hips. "You've been teasing me all night. Making me wait. Making me beg."

Ilya's breath caught. “You like to beg.” His wrists flexed under Shane's grip, but he didn't pull free. They both knew he could. Ilya was stronger, bigger, could flip them in a heartbeat if he wanted to.

He didn't want to. Not yet.

"Mmhm, maybe I do." Shane rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate. "But I also like to hear you beg for me too. You beg so prettily, daddy."

"Fuck." Ilya's head fell back, his hips bucking up. "Shane…"

"That's not my name tonight." Shane leaned in, his lips brushing Ilya's ear. "What do you call me when I'm being good for you?"

Ilya made a ragged sound. "Baby. I call you baby."

"Mm." Shane bit down on his earlobe, tugging. "And what am I calling you?"

"Daddy." The word came out broken. Desperate.

"That's right." Shane released his wrists to work at Ilya's belt, yanking it open. "So be good for me, daddy. Let me make you feel good."

He slid off Ilya's lap and dropped to his knees.

Ilya's eyes went wide. "Shane!"

Shane mouthed at him through his dress pants, tracing the thick line of his cock with his lips. Ilya's hips jerked, his hands fisting in the sheets.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me.”

"Baby…" Ilya's voice cracked.

"Much better. Been thinking about this all night." Shane murmured, his fingers working Ilya's zipper down. "About getting on my knees for you. About choking on your cock while you tell me how good I am."

Shane freed Ilya’s cock - flushed and leaking and perfect - and licked a slow stripe up the underside. Ilya cursed in Russian, his hand flying to Shane's hair.

"That's it." Shane pressed a kiss to the head, tasting salt. "Pull my hair, daddy. You know I like it to hurt."

Ilya's fingers tightened, guiding Shane's mouth down onto his cock. Shane moaned around him, letting his jaw go slack, letting Ilya set the pace. This was what he wanted, this is what Shane always wanted. To give Ilya pleasure, to hear him fall apart, to feel that control he has so much of crack into pieces. Crack for Shane and Shane alone.

Shane sucked harder at the thought.

"So good." Ilya panted above him. "So fucking good, baby. That mouth. Fuck, that perfect mouth!"

Shane took him deeper, relaxing his throat, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Ilya groaned, his hips twitching, fighting the urge to thrust.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?" Ilya's voice had gone dangerous. "You want daddy to use that pretty throat?"

Shane moaned in answer, the vibration making Ilya curse again in Russian. I know that one. Fuck.

"Let me see your eyes." Ilya's grip tightened in Shane's hair, holding him still. Shane blinked and met his eyes. "On your knees for me. Drooling on my cock. Such a pretty slut.”

An idea struck Shane and he reached his hands to pat Ilya’s pockets. He pulled Ilya’s phone from the left one and slid it up Ilya’s chest. Blue eyes blinked in confusion. Shane popped off of Ilya’s cock, spit covering his chin.

"For the road." Shane said, leaving the phone on Ilya's pec before drawing his hand back to stroke Ilya's cock as he lowered his mouth to his sac. He sucked against the sensitive skin, hearing Ilya choke on a moan.

Shane glanced up. Ilya was staring at the phone like he'd never seen one before, breathing too quickly, his free hand white-knuckling the sheets.

"You gonna use it or just hold it?" Shane asked, his lips brushing the base of Ilya's cock.

Ilya's eyes snapped to Shane’s. Something flashed there, want, disbelief, something darker underneath.

"You want me to film you." Ilya stated, eyes narrowing carefully. "You want me to record you sucking my cock."

"I want you to have something to watch." Shane dragged his tongue up the underside of Ilya's shaft, slow and deliberate, holding eye contact. "Next time you're on the road. Next time you miss me." He kissed the tip. "Next time you need to remember who I belong to."

Ilya’s groan was feral.

The phone screen lit up, Ilya’s face bathed in blue light.

"There you go, daddy." Shane murmured, wrapping his lips around the head and sinking down slowly. He heard Ilya groan, felt him shift as Ilya adjusted the angle.

Shane took his time. He wanted this to be good. Wanted Ilya to watch this video in some lonely hotel room three weeks from now and ache for him. Wanted him to remember exactly how Shane's mouth felt, how his throat opened up, how pretty he looked choking on Ilya's cock.

He pulled back slowly, letting his lips drag, before sinking down again. Deeper this time. He felt Ilya hit the back of his throat and swallowed around him, earning a broken moan from above.

"Fuck, baby…" Ilya's hand found Shane's hair, not guiding, just holding. Grounding himself. “Taking me so well."

Shane hummed in response, the vibration making Ilya's thighs twitch. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, setting a rhythm he knew would make the Russian crazy: slow and deep, pulling off to lap at the head, then swallowing him down again.

"That's it." Ilya's breathing was ragged. "That perfect fucking mouth. Made for my cock."

Shane pulled off with an obscene sound, strings of spit connecting his lips to Ilya's shaft. He stroked him lazily, spreading the wetness, watching Ilya's stomach muscles clench. Jesus, he’s hot.

"How do I look?" Shane asked, glancing up at the camera.

"Like a fucking dream." Ilya adjusted the angle again, capturing Shane's face. Shane knew his lips would be swollen, his eyes glassy with tear stains on his cheeks, a flush spreading down his neck. "Like you belong right there on your knees for me."

"I do." Shane pressed a kiss to the side of Ilya's cock, nuzzling against it. "Belong to you, daddy."

Ilya groaned. "Say it again."

"I belong to you." Shane licked a slow stripe from base to tip. "This mouth belongs to you." He kissed the head. "This throat belongs to you." He sank down again, taking Ilya deep, holding there until his eyes watered, then pulling back with a gasp. "All yours."

"Shane…" The words died on his tongue when Shane rolled his sac between his fingers.

Shane smiled, slow and satisfied. "Back to Shane then?" He pressed a kiss to the tip, let his tongue flick out to catch the precum beading there. “Ok Ilya.”

“No!” The word came out sharp. Shane arched his brow. “Baby. My baby. Perfect fucking baby.”

"You gonna cum for me, daddy? Gonna let me swallow it while you watch?"

Ilya's whole body tensed.

Shane stroked him steadily, keeping his rhythm deliberately slow. Teasing. He glanced up through his lashes, letting Ilya see the satisfaction on his face.

"You look so good like this." Shane murmured, pressing a kiss to Ilya's hip bone. "All worked up for me. Shaking for me." He dragged his tongue along the crease of Ilya's thigh, feeling the muscle twitch beneath his lips. "My daddy. Falling apart because of my mouth."

"Baby!" Ilya's hand tightened in Shane's hair, his hips thrusting up into Shane’s throat.

Shane gagged, his eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He grabbed Ilya's thighs and dug his fingers in, urging him on.

More. Give me more.

Shane could feel Ilya’s hesitation in the way his hand flexed in his hair. "Fuck my throat, Daddy. Use me. I can take it."

Ilya’s jaw clenched, his face darkening.

His grip in Shane's hair went from holding to controlling. He sat up, the phone forgotten on the mattress beside him, and used both hands to cradle Shane's skull.

"Open." Ilya's accent was thick. "Wide. Let me see that pretty tongue."

Shane obeyed, letting his jaw fall slack, his tongue sliding out. He looked up at Ilya through wet lashes and waited.

"Fuck." Ilya breathed. "Love seeing my little slut like this. So desperate for it. So hungry for my cock."

He slid himself into Shane's mouth slowly, sliding over his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. Shane fought his gag reflex, breathing hard through his nose, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"That's it." Ilya's thumbs stroked over Shane's cheekbones, wiping away tears even as he pushed deeper. "Relax for me, baby. Let me in."

Shane forced his throat to open. Ilya slid deeper—impossibly deep—until Shane's nose was pressed against his pelvis, his chin against his sac. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Could only feel Ilya.

"Jesus." Ilya held him there for a long moment, staring down at him with something like veneration. "You take me so well. Every fucking inch. Made for this. Made for me."

Shane's cock throbbed in his pants, untouched and aching.

Ilya pulled back slowly, letting Shane gasp a breath, then thrust forward again. Harder this time. Shane choked, spit dripping down his chin, but he didn't try to pull away. He grabbed Ilya's thighs harder, anchoring himself.

"Yeah?" Ilya's rhythm picked up, his hips snapping forward in sharp thrusts. "You like that? Like daddy fucking your throat?"

Shane moaned around him and felt Ilya shudder in response.

"So good." Ilya was panting now, his composure cracking. "So fucking good, baby. That mouth. That throat. Mine."

Shane's eyes rolled back as Ilya fucked into him faster, deeper, using his hair to hold him exactly where he wanted him. The sounds filling the room were nothing short of pornographic- wet, choking, frenzied. Shane loved every second of it.

"Look at me." Ilya commanded, slowing his thrusts. Shane blinked his eyes open, struggling to focus through the tears. "There you are. Those pretty eyes. Want to see them while I wreck this throat."

Shane whimpered, his nails digging crescents into Ilya's thighs. Marking him. I’m marking him. The thought made Shane dig dipper.

"You want my cum?" Ilya asked, pulling almost all the way out, letting the head rest on Shane's swollen lips. "Want me to fill up this slutty little mouth?"

Shane nodded frantically, chasing Ilya's cock, trying to take him back in. Ilya held him still.

"Words, baby. Ask nicely."

"Please." Shane's voice came out hoarse and broken from the use of his throat. "Please, Daddy. Want your cum. Want to taste you. Want to swallow every drop."

Ilya groaned, sliding back into Shane's mouth. "Fuck. How do you do this to me?"His grip tightened in Shane's hair, voice dropping. "My perfect cock drunk slut. Made for this."

The rhythm turned punishing. Ilya held Shane's head still and fucked into his throat with abandon, chasing his own pleasure, using Shane exactly the way he'd begged to be used. Shane went boneless, letting Ilya take what he needed, drool and tears streaming down his face.

"Close," Ilya's thrusts grew erratic, his grip bruising. "Fuck, baby, I'm close!"

Shane sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, looking up at Ilya with wet, desperate eyes. Give it to me. Please. I need it.

Ilya's whole body tensed. "Going, fuck! Going to cum down your throat, baby. You ready? You want it?"

Shane moaned his answer, his throat vibrating around Ilya's cock.

Ilya slammed deep one last time and came with a broken shout that echoed in Shane’s head, his cock pulsing against Shane's tongue. Shane swallowed around him, milking every drop, moaning at the taste of him flooding his mouth.

"That's it!" Ilya gasped, his hips twitching through the aftershocks. "Swallow it all. Every drop. Good boy. Such a good fucking boy."

Shane swallowed and swallowed until Ilya had nothing left to give, then kept sucking gently, feeling Ilya shudder with oversensitivity.

"Baby!" Ilya's voice was wrecked. "Baby, stop, it’s too much."

Shane pulled off slowly, pressing a final kiss to the head before sitting back on his heels. He looked up at Ilya, knowing he must look absolutely destroyed between the spit, tears and cum wetting his face.

Ilya stared down at him like he'd hung the moon.

"Come here." Ilya reached for him, pulling Shane up onto the bed and into his arms. He kissed him deeply, licking the taste of himself out of Shane's mouth. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect."

Shane melted into him, his own cock still achingly hard, pressed between their bodies. "Ilya, I need you. Please don’t make me wait anymore."

"I know." Ilya's hand slid down to palm him through his pants and Shane whimpered. "I've got you. Going to take such good care of you."

Shane's hips bucked into his touch. "Please!"

Ilya's grip tightened, then disappeared entirely.

Shane made a desperate sound. "Ilya!"

“You’re ok, baby. You’re ok. Just got to get this off of you.”

Shane's fingers curled into the sheets, his whole body trembling with anticipation. Finally.

Chapter End Notes

One more chapter? Maybe two? How much Daddy Kink is too much? I don't think that limit exists.

Chapter 4: How Mine

Chapter Summary

Ilya brings out his tricks & his filthy, filthy mouth.

Chapter Notes

Ilya's hands were already on Shane's shoes before Shane fully registered what was happening.

"Ilya…"

"Need these off." Ilya's voice was rough, his fingers working Shane's laces with an urgency that made Shane's breath catch. "Need all of it off. Now."

Shane made quick work of the buttons on his shirt as he watched Ilya yank the first shoe free, then the sock, tossing them somewhere behind him. The second shoe followed just as quickly. Shane barely had time to process the cool air on his bare feet before Ilya was crawling up the bed, his hands finding Shane's belt.

"Lift." The word came out like gravel.

Shane raised his hips and Ilya dragged his pants down, taking the ruined underwear with them in one rough motion. Shane hissed as his cock sprang free, flushed and leaking against his stomach.

"Fuck." Ilya breathed, staring down at him. His breathing was heavy, his jaw tight, his eyes black with need. He looked like a man at the end of his rope.

Good, Shane thought. That makes two of us.

"Ilya, please!"

"I know." Ilya's hands were already sliding up Shane's thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise. "I know, baby. I've got you."

He leaned down and kissed Shane, hard, messy, more teeth than tongue. Shane moaned into his mouth, arching up into him, chasing the heat of his body.

Ilya sat back, his eyes tracing over Shane's body like he was cataloging every inch. The flushed skin. The sweat beading on his chest and forehead. The dried cum on his pelvis, the fresh precum sliding down his shaft.

"You have any idea how sexy you’ve been tonight?" Ilya asked. "You’re always sexy, don’t get me wrong. Always make my cock hard as rock. But knowing none of those people, people who admire you, people who think you should’ve gotten the MVP, people who have known you your whole career. People who think you can do better than me. None of them knew."

Shane swallowed.

"They all saw Shane Hollander." Ilya's hand slid up Shane's stomach, spreading through the mess there. "Hockey legend in making. Professional. So fucking put together. So in control." His fingers curled around Shane's hip, gripping hard. "None of them knew you had my plug buried in your ass. None of them knew you were leaking for me, begging for me, barely holding yourself together every time I touched that screen."

Shane's hips bucked involuntarily. "You liked that."

"I fucking loved it." Ilya's eyes lit up. "I know you wouldn’t give up that control to anybody. Anybody but me. Standing in front of the whole hockey world, and only I knew the truth. How needy. How slutty." His grip tightened. "How mine."

"Yours," Shane echoed, his voice breaking.

“And then you claimed me in front of that reporter. Shit I could’ve bent you over that bar and fucked you senseless the second you pushed this fucking body against me. The look on your face, the dare in your eyes. Is that right word?” he asked, ducking his head to bite Shane’s hip. “Mm, love when you let people know you own me.”

"Someone had to," Shane gasped as Ilya's teeth sank into the meat of his thigh. "He was, fuck Ilya, he was touching you over and over. Touching you like he had any fucking right to."

"Jealous." Ilya licked over the bite mark, soothing, then bit down again an inch lower. Shane's hips jerked off the bed.

"You're one to talk, ah, you almost made me cum in front of Hayden because he put his arm around me."

"Different." Ilya's mouth moved higher, teeth grazing the crease of Shane's thigh. So close to his cock. Not close enough.

"How is that-” Shane’s voice cracked, “how is that different?"

"You leaned into him." Ilya's tongue traced along the base of Shane's cock, barely a tease. Shane whimpered. "And I don't share. But it backfired because then I had to watch those beautiful eyelids of yours flutter and you grab onto his arm. Could’ve gone forever without seeing that combination."

“Jealous.” Shane repeated the word just like Ilya had said it a moment before. “Is that why you let that man touch what was mine? Let me imagine a hundred ways to let all those fucking people know without a doubt that you’re my man?”

Ilya groaned against his skin, biting down on his other thigh. Shane cried out.

"Keep talking." Ilya's breath was hot against the marks he was leaving. "Tell me more."

"Wanted everyone to know." Shane's voice was wrecked, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. "Wanted to drop to my knees right there and suck you off in front of him. Show him exactly who you come home to."

"Fuck." Ilya's hand wrapped around Shane's cock, stroking once, slow and tight. Shane's back arched.

"Wanted to - ah - wanted to let him see how pretty you look when you cum down my throat. How you say my name like it's the only word you know."

Ilya bit down hard on Shane's inner thigh, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to mark. Shane groaned.

"Going to be feeling that for days." Ilya's voice was dark with satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to the fresh bite mark, then another to the one above it. "Going to look at these bruises and remember who put them there."

"You." Shane was shaking. "Always you, daddy."

"That's right." Ilya gave Shane's cock one more stroke, then released him. Shane whined at the loss. "Always me."

His eyes dropped to Shane's shirt, unbuttoned but still clinging to his shoulders. "Sit up."

Shane obeyed, his pulse spiking. Ilya moved behind him, his chest warm against Shane's back, his cock. Hard again, thick and insistent, pressing against Shane's ass.

"Arms back."

Shane let his arms fall behind him without hesitation. He felt Ilya gather the loose fabric of his sleeves, twist them together, and pull.

The shirt tightened around Shane's forearms, binding his wrists at the small of his back. Shane gasped, tugging instinctively. The fabric held firm.

"Fuck!" His cock jerked, a fresh bead of precum dripping onto his thigh.

"There we go." Ilya's voice was low and satisfied against his ear. "That's what I wanted to see."

"Ilya…"

"You have any idea how many times I thought about this tonight?" Ilya's lips dragged along the curve of Shane's neck. "Tying you up. Making you take whatever I give you. No distractions. No interruptions. Just you."

Shane shuddered, his bound hands flexing uselessly. "I can take it. Whatever you want to give me."

"Prove it." Ilya's hands gripped Shane's hips, firm and sure. "On your stomach."

Shane let himself be pushed down, his cheek pressing into the mattress, his bound hands resting at the small of his back. The position left him completely exposed. Ass up, legs spread, the plug still nestled inside him.

Ilya made a sound behind him. Low. Hungry. Almost pained.

“Been thinking about this view all goddamn night."

Shane felt his face burn hot, but his cock throbbed at the rawness in Ilya's voice. "Then stop thinking and do something about it."

"Bossy." Ilya's thumb pressed against the base of the plug, shifting it. Shane cried out, his hips jerking. "Sensitive?"

"Under-fucking-statement.” Shane rasped out. “But do not stop. Please, need you. Please!”

"Please what?" Ilya twisted the plug slowly, grinding it against Shane's prostate. Shane sobbed into the mattress. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Your mouth!" Shane gasped. "You promised! You said you'd…"

"I know what I said." Ilya twisted the plug again, dragging another broken moan out of Shane. "I said I was going to lick this pretty hole when I got you back here. That I was going to lick you until you couldn't remember your own name."

"Yes! That…please, daddy!"

"Since you asked so nicely."

Ilya gripped the base of the plug and pulled.

Shane moaned as the toy slid free, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. He barely had time to register the loss before Ilya's hands spread him wide and his mouth was biting Shane’s left ass cheek before his tongue hit its mark.

"Fuck!" Shane's whole body jerked, his bound hands straining against the fabric. "Oh god, daddy!"

Ilya groaned against him like Shane was the best thing he'd ever tasted. No teasing, no buildup.  Just his tongue pressing hot and wet against Shane's hole, licking into him with single-minded focus.

"Waited all night for this." Ilya's voice was muffled, his breath hot against Shane's skin. "Thinking about how you taste. Thinking about all the sweet noises I’d draw from you."

Shane couldn't respond. Could barely think. He was shaking, his cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him, his hole clenching around Ilya's tongue as it pushed deeper.

"So fucking good." Ilya pulled back just long enough to speak, then dove back in, his tongue circling Shane's rim before pressing inside again. "Could lick this ass for hours."

"Ilya!" Shane sobbed, his fingers curling into fists behind his back. Ilya’s hand slapped hard against Shane’s thigh. 

“Try again.”

“Daddy!”

“That’s a good boy. So smart for daddy.” Another slap, this time to Shane’s ass.

“Oh!”

"You can take it." Ilya's grip on his ass tightened, holding him open, holding him still. "You're going to take everything I give you. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, yes, Daddy."

"Good boy."

Ilya's tongue pushed deeper, fucking into Shane in slow, deliberate strokes. Shane's thighs trembled, his whole body wound so tight he thought he might snap. Every nerve ending was on fire. He was drowning in it. The wet heat of Ilya's mouth, the obscene sounds filling the room, the complete helplessness of his bound hands.

"Daddy," His voice cracked. "Daddy, please, I need to cum…"

Ilya pulled back. Shane whined at the loss.

"Not yet."

"Ilya!"

"Not until I'm inside you." Ilya's thumb traced over Shane's wet, ready hole. Shane whimpered. "Not until you're cumming on my cock."

Shane's entire body clenched. "Then fuck me. Please. I've been waiting all night. We've been waiting all night."

"I know." Ilya pressed a kiss to the base of Shane's spine. "I know, baby."

Shane heard the rustle of fabric, the click of a cap. Then Ilya's fingers were back, slick and warm, pressing against his hole.

"Don't need much." Ilya slid two fingers inside easily, Shane's body opening for him like it was made to. "Plug kept you nice and ready for me."

Shane moaned, pushing back against Ilya's hand. "Then stop teasing and fuck me."

"So demanding." But Ilya's voice was strained, his composure almost gone. He withdrew his fingers and Shane felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against his entrance. "This what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Say it." Ilya's hands gripped Shane's hips, holding him still. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck me." Shane's voice broke on the words. "Need you inside me, Daddy. Need you to fill me up, need you. Please, please…”

Ilya pushed in.

Shane's mouth fell open in a silent scream. Ilya didn't stop, didn't give him time to adjust, just sank in to the hilt in one long, relentless slide that pushed the air from Shane's lungs.

"Fuck!" Ilya’s mouth dragged along Shane’s shoulder blades. "Fuck, baby, you feel…Jesus Christ…"

Shane couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. He felt split open, impossibly full, every inch of him lit up with pleasure that bordered on pain.

"So tight." Ilya's hips pressed flush against Shane's ass, grinding deep. "After everything, the plug, my tongue, still so fucking tight for me."

"Move." Shane managed. "Please! For fuck’s sake, Ilya."

Ilya moved

There was nothing gentle about it. He pulled back and slammed home so hard Shane's body jolted up the mattress. Then again. And again. Fucking into him like he'd die if he stopped.

"Fuck!" Shane's fingers clawed uselessly at the air behind his back, his bound hands straining against the fabric. "Daddy, yes, harder!"

"Harder?" Ilya yanked Shane's hips back, changing the angle, driving deeper. "You want harder, baby? Want daddy to destroy this tight little fuckhole?"

"Yes, oh god, please!"

"Spent hours thinking about this." Ilya's voice was savage, his hips pistoning forward with bruising force. "About splitting you open on my cock. About fucking you until you're crying and drooling and begging me until your voice cracks. About pumping this greedy hole so full of my cum it's leaking out of you for days."

Shane keened, his cock jerking against his stomach, untouched and leaking steadily. Every thrust knocked the air from his chest, hit his prostate dead-on, sent white-hot pleasure tearing through him. The headboard cracked against the wall. The bed frame creaking. Shane couldn't hear any of it over his own wrecked sounds.

"Listen to you." Ilya groaned. He slowed for just a moment and then two grinding, deliberate thrusts made Shane's vision blur and another embarrassing whine slipped from his mouth. "Listen to those sweet little noises. My desperate baby loves getting his hole ruined, doesn't he?"

"Yes - oh fuck, right there - I love it, daddy, love your cock so much."

"I know you do. This pretty hole was made for me." Ilya's hand fisted in Shane's hair, yanking his head back. "Made to be stuffed full."

Shane arched his back, his cock twitching violently. "Made for you."

Ilya slipped the hand in Shane’s hair around to the front of his throat, dragging him back. His back hit Ilya’s chest and the hand tightened. “My favorite fucktoy.” he whispered against Shane’s ear, his tongue licking along the shell to his ear lobe. “Mine to play with. Mine to use.” Shane cried out in response. Ilya’s chuckle sent a shiver down Shane’s back. 

Ilya released his throat and shoved his face into the mattress, pinning him there with a hand between his shoulder blades. "Whenever I want, however I want."

The position left Shane completely immobile. Face down, hands bound, Ilya's weight pressing him into the bed. He couldn't move. Couldn't do anything except take it. Shane was dizzy with the euphoria of it all.

"You have any idea how good this hole feels?" Ilya's pace turned punishing, his hips slapping against Shane's ass hard enough to echo through the room. "So wet. So perfect. Squeezing my cock like the desperate little whore you are."

"I am…" Shane choked out. "Your whore, daddy's whore…"

"Fuck." Ilya shifted his angle, grinding directly into Shane's prostate with every thrust. "That's right. My whore. My slut."

The pressure was building too fast. Shane's entire body was seizing up, his cock throbbing untouched beneath him, pleasure coiling tight at the base of his spine.

"Daddy," Shane's voice cracked. "Daddy, I'm gonna - oh fuck! I can't hold it!"

"Already?" Ilya laughed, dark and satisfied, his pace not faltering. "We just started, baby. You're going to cum already?"

"I can't help it. It's too much. Your cock is too good, daddy. So big, so - fuck, fuck - so good."

"Then cum." Ilya's hand pressed harder between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. "Cum on Daddy's cock like the desperate slut you are. But I'm not stopping. You understand? I'm going to keep fucking this hole until I'm ready to fill it."

"Yes! Please don’t stop, never stop, don’t ever want you to stop."

"Do it. Cum for me. Now."

Shane shattered.

His orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing untouched against the sheets, cum spurting beneath him in hot streaks. His hole clenched violently around Ilya's cock, spasming, milking him.

Ilya groaned but didn't stop.

"Fuck!" Shane sobbed into the mattress, his body jerking with aftershocks while Ilya kept pounding into him. "Ilya, daddy, oh god, it’s so good."

"That's one." Ilya sounded strained but smug. "You're going to give me another one before I cum inside you."

"I can't!" Shane was shaking, oversensitive, every thrust sending shockwaves through his trembling body. "It's too much. I just came…"

"You can." Ilya's hand slid up to grip the back of Shane's neck, holding him down. "This greedy little hole can take it. You're going to cum again and again until I decide I'm done with you."

Shane whimpered, his cock already twitching back to life despite the overstimulation. He’s going to kill me. But Ilya's cock was relentless inside him, hitting his prostate over and over, and the pleasure was already building again beneath the sensitivity.

"There we go." Ilya groaned. "Already getting hard again. Can feel you squeezing me so tight. Such a perfect little fucktoy. Can't get enough of daddy's cock."

"Please!" Shane didn't know what he was begging for. More. Less. More.

"Please what?" Ilya pulled out suddenly, leaving Shane empty and clenching. Shane wailed at the loss.

"No, put it back! Daddy, please!"

"Turn over." The command was ragged. "Need to see your face."

Shane scrambled to obey, rolling onto his back despite his bound hands trapped beneath him. The position arched his spine, pushed his chest out, left him completely exposed. His cock was already half-hard again, flushed and twitching against his cum-streaked stomach.

Ilya stared down at him, eyes black with hunger.

Chapter End Notes

More smut coming up later tonight! Finalizing some dialogue besties

Chapter 5: Give daddy everything

Chapter Summary

Feral Ilya. Blissed Shane. Happy boys

Chapter Notes

God he's so beautiful. Shane thought, taking in the sheen of sweat covering Ilya's body. How the dim light made him look like he was glowing. The firm set of Ilya's jaw, his mouth pursed in a tight line, eyes alight with desire. The broad expanse of his chest rippled with every breath, the cut of his abs flexing as he held himself over Shane, the thick muscles of his thighs tensed and ready. His cock so hard, the head almost purple, heavy and thick and perfect. 

The cock that had been ruining Shane all night, the cock Shane would beg for every single time.

He looked like a god. He looked like he could break Shane in half without trying.

Shane spread his legs wider in invitation.

Ilya didn't move. Just stared down at him, his eyes blown out completely as something shifted there.

"Let me remember you like this?"

Shane blinked up at him in confusion. Ilya's hand drifted down to the sheets, searching, and Shane followed the movement until Ilya's fingers closed around his phone.

Remember me like this.

The vulnerability of it hit Shane square in the chest. Not the exposure of his body, but the raw want in Ilya's voice. The need to keep this. To have proof.

"Yes, daddy." Shane breathed.

An emotion flashed across Ilya's face. Relief, maybe. Or gratitude. He lifted the phone, and Shane stared up at him beneath his lashes, wanting more than anything to touch his lover.

The phone dropped back to the sheets. Then Ilya was on him, mouth rough and desperate, kissing him like he was trying to say something words couldn't hold. Ilya’s hands grabbed for Shane’s thighs and shoved them up toward his chest, nearly bending Shane in half.

"Already hard again. Covered in your own cum. Hole gaping for me." He traced a finger around Shane's swollen rim, making Shane whine. "You're fucking perfect."

"Daddy, please don’t make me wait any more."

Ilya slammed back inside.

"Oh God!" Shane's scream echoed off the walls. The new angle was devastatingly deep, Ilya's cock grinding against his prostate with every stroke.

"Right there, isn't it?" Ilya didn't slow down. "That's the spot that turns my baby stupid. Makes you forget everything except my cock."

Shane could only nod, the pleasure making him mute. Ilya's grin turned feral.

Shane's cock was fully hard now, bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. The overstimulation had melted into pure overwhelming pleasure. He opened and closed his mouth to speak, to beg, to say anything but he could only moan.

"So fucking beautiful." Ilya leaned down, caging Shane beneath him. "Cock drunk, pretty eyes rolling back in your head. Open your mouth.”

Shane’s mouth dropped open. 

“Good boy.” Ilya laughed, the sound making Shane’s stomach clench. “Let me see your tongue.”

Shane stuck his tongue out. 

Ilya thrust harder as he slipped two fingers along Shane’s tongue. Shane gagged the tiniest bit and saw Ilya’s brow furrow. No, don’t take them back. He thought when he recognized the concern on Ilya’s face. Shane lifted his head up from the bed to take Ilya’s fingers deeper into his mouth, licking and sucking them like his life depended on it.

“Jesus fuck, how did I get so lucky? Lucky my baby is such a slut for me.”

Shane hummed around his fingers, his hips lifting to meet Ilya’s thrusts. 

“Get my fingers nice and wet for me, baby.” Ilya whispered. “Going to wrap this hand around your beautiful fucking cock.”

Shane licked his tongue between two of the fingers, splitting them apart before hollowing his cheeks to suck hard. Ilya’s hips stuttered and he pulled out until just the head remained instead Shane.

“Good boy.” Ilya muttered, pressing his fingers down against Shane’s tongue to open his jaw again.

Shane moaned in disappointment when the fingers were pulled out of his mouth.

"Eyes on me."

Shane forced his gaze to focus. Ilya was staring down at him, jaw tight, something dark and deliberate in his expression.

"Mouth stays open."

Shane's mouth was already open, tongue still out, waiting. He didn't understand until Ilya leaned closer, and then-

Oh.

Ilya spat directly onto his tongue.

Shane's brain whited out. His cock jerked violently against his stomach and a sound came out of him that he'd never made before, broken and grateful. 

"Swallow."

Shane closed his mouth and swallowed, holding Ilya's gaze the entire time. Watched Ilya's eyes go impossibly blissed out.

"Again." Ilya's voice was barely a rasp. "Open."

Shane obeyed, tongue out, heart pounding. Ilya spat again, and this time Shane moaned before it even landed.

"Good boy." Ilya slipped his fingers back into Shane's mouth, dragging through the spit, mixing it with Shane's. "Getting daddy's fingers nice and wet."

Shane moaned around the fingers, sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks until Ilya hissed above him. He wanted to be good. Wanted to get them wet enough. Wanted whatever Ilya was going to give him.

Ilya's hips hadn't stopped moving in slow, grinding thrusts that kept Shane full, kept him aware of every inch. The steady drag against his prostate was deliciously too much, pleasure pooling low in his gut even as he focused on Ilya's fingers in his mouth.

"Enough." Ilya pulled his fingers free, a string of spit connecting them to Shane's lips for a moment before it broke.

The first touch of Ilya's wet hand on his cock made Shane shiver. His hips shot off the mattress and Ilya's other hand slammed down on his stomach, pinning him.

"Stay."

"I can't!" Shane's voice cracked. "Daddy, it's too much, I can't stay still."

"You can." Ilya's hand tightened around his cock, stroking slow, grip slick, tight and just what Shane liked. "You're going to lie there and take it. Take my cock and my hand like a good slut."

Shane whimpered, fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath his bound hands.

"This one's mine." Ilya's voice cracked on the word, raw and shattered. His hand twisted on the upstroke and Shane choked on air. "Need to feel it. Need my hand on you when you cum so good for me."

"Daddy…"

"Need it, Shane." Ilya's rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering like he was barely holding himself together. "Need to feel you cum in my fucking hand. Need to know I'm the one who…" He trailed off, his grip tightened, brutal and perfect. "Fuck, I need it. Give it to me."

Shane had never heard him like this. Wild. Like Shane's orgasm was something Ilya couldn't survive without.

"Please, baby." Ilya's forehead dropped against Shane's, his breath ragged and hot. "Let me have it. Let me feel you fall apart. Want it so bad, want to feel what I do to you."

"Yes." Shane was quaking, his cock throbbing in Ilya's fist, the pressure building impossibly fast. "Yes, Daddy, take it, it's yours."

"That's it." Ilya's voice broke. "That's my good boy. Give it to me. Give daddy everything."

Ilya's hips snapped forward hard, grinding deep, and his hand twisted around the head of Shane's cock at the same moment. The dual sensation cracked something open in Shane's chest.

Shane couldn't speak. Could only gasp, his whole body tensing, his cock throbbing in Ilya's fist.

"There it is." Ilya's voice was ragged, his grip tightening on the upstroke. "You’re so close, baby. Don't fight it. Let daddy feel you cum."

"Ilya!"

"That's not my name right now." Ilya's grip twisted, his cock slamming into Shane's prostate. "Say it right."

"Daddy!" Shane screamed. This is why you picked the room at the end of the hall.

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy. Cum so good for daddy.”

His cock erupted, cum shooting up his chest, his chin, his cheek. His hole clenched in violent waves around Ilya's cock, milking him desperately. His vision went white, his mouth open in a silent scream, his entire body seizing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"Fuck!" Ilya's hips stuttered, his rhythm finally breaking. "Shane, baby, that's so fucking- shit -I'm gonna cum!"

"Inside me!" Shane gasped through the aftershocks, his body still spasming. "Cum inside me, Daddy! Fill me up, please, let me have it."

Ilya slammed deep one last time and came with a broken groan.

Shane’s cock gave a painful throb when he felt the hot, thick pulse of Ilya's release flooding him. Wave after wave, pumping deep inside him, filling him up until he could feel it leaking out around Ilya's cock. He moaned, wanting to reach for Ilya as his oversensitive hole clenching weakly, milking every last drop.

"Shane," Ilya's voice cracked on his name. "My Shane, taking it all, so fucking perfect, fuck…"

He ground his hips in slow circles, working his cum deeper, wringing out the last pulses of his orgasm. Shane whimpered beneath him, trembling violently, completely destroyed.

"That's it." Ilya was still moving, still grinding. "Every drop. This hole is mine. Filled with my cum. Mine."

Ilya collapsed on top of him, both of them gasping, shaking, utterly exhausted. Shane could feel Ilya's cock twitching inside him, could feel the obscene wet mess between his thighs, could feel his own cum cooling on his chest and face and mixing with his tears.

Ilya caught his eyes and smiled a dopey smile that made Shane’s heart jump. Then Ilya licked up his cheek. My cum. He’s licking up my cum. Shane’s cock jumped weakly at the realization.

“My baby tastes so fucking good.” Ilya whispered, licking up every drop within reach.

Shane had never been more ruined. He'd never been more in love.

When Ilya had settled on top of him, his weight pressing Shane into the mattress, Shane’s heart rate was finally able to stabilize. He took stock in how his body was feeling. 

An ache in his thighs.

Sweat drying on his chest, making his skin tight.

Stickiness between his thighs and under him.

A pain in his shoulder.

Oh.

"Ilya." Shane's voice came out shredded. "Baby. Hands."

"Shit!" Ilya pulled out carefully. Shane whimpered at the loss, at the gush of cum that followed. Ilya carefully pulled Shane upright and reached beneath him to work at the twisted fabric. A few seconds later, Shane was free.

Ilya took hold of his hands, pulling them around slowly. Shane winced at the growing ache in his shoulders but the feeling of Ilya peppering his wrists with soft kisses, made it all go away. 

“No bruising I don’t think.” Ilya was mumbling to himself, surveying up to his elbows then back to his wrists. He leaned down to drop a kiss to each of Shane’s palms. “Did so good for me.”

Shane curled his fingers around Ilya’s hands to skim up his arms, and around his neck, trying to get Ilya’s weight back on him.

“You’re alright?” Ilya asked, resisting the pull of Shane’s arms. “Your shoulders?”

“Fine. Come here. Let me touch you.”

Ilya hesitated only a second before dropping back against Shane’s body.

"Stay." Shane held him tight, feeling their sweat and cum mixing between them. "Don't move."

"Couldn't if I wanted to." Ilya pressed his face into Shane's neck, trying to catch his breath. "Think you killed me."

Shane laughed weakly. "You made me cum three times tonight. I think we're even."

"Three times." Ilya lifted his head, grinning despite his exhaustion. "I bet I can get another two out of you.”

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying." Ilya's thumb traced over Shane’s freckles, his expression softening. "You're incredible. You know that?"

Shane felt his face heat, which was absurd given everything that had just happened. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Not so bad." Ilya huffed a laugh. "I make you cum three times and I'm 'not so bad.'"

"Fine. You're adequate."

"Adequate." Ilya nipped at his jaw. "I'll show you adequate."

"Maybe in the morning." Shane's eyes were already drooping, exhaustion crashing over him. "Think I need to recover first."

"Yeah?" Ilya's voice went soft, tender. "I wore you out?"

"You ruined me." Shane admitted, no shame left. "In the best way."

"Good." Ilya kissed him, slow and deep. "That was the plan."

"I love you." Shane mumbled against his lips. "Even when you edge me for hours and make me cum until I can't see straight."

"I love you too." Ilya pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "Especially when I edge you for hours and make you cum until you can't see straight."

Shane smiled, his chest aching with how much he loved this ridiculous, possessive, perfect man. “So the daddy thing…”

“We’re keeping that.” Ilya interrupted. “We’re using that. It stays.”

Shane laughed, running his hands through Ilya’s curls. “Glad we established that.” he said before feeling a shyness take over him, “Did you…had you… were…”

“Shane, baby, say the words.” Ilya said, lifting his head. “Or did I really fuck you dumb?”

“Have you had anybody say that before? Did you know you liked it?” He finally managed to get out.

He didn't want to think about some woman calling Ilya 'daddy.' Didn't want to imagine someone else ever seeing Ilya go that wild, that hungry, that needy.

Ilya stared down at him, soft smile on his face. “No baby, nobody has called me that before. I didn’t know it was something I liked. I mean I’ve heard it, ya know, but didn’t think it would do much for me.”

“But it was ok?”

Ilya ducked down and kissed him hard. “It was more than fucking ok. Hearing you say it, hearing you moan it. Jesus fuck, it’s making me hard just to think about it.” Ilya pressed his seemingly ever-hard cock against Shane’s hip. “How long have you wanted to say it?”

“I don’t know if I knew I did. A couple of times I’ve thought it while I was jacking off, thinking about you. Thinking about you fucking me through the floor, fucking me so hard I can barely take it.”

Ilya groaned and buried his face against Shane’s neck. “Ok, we can’t talk about this.” His voice was muffled against Shane’s skin.

Shane laughed and pressed a kiss to his curls. “Had I known what it would do to you, would’ve brought it out earlier.”

"Brat." Ilya bit gently at his neck. "We need to clean up."

"Mm." Shane didn't move.

"Shane. You’re covered in cum."

"Your fault."

"Yes, and I'm very proud, but…"

"Then let me enjoy it." Shane interrupted, eyes already half-closed. Everything was soft at the edges. Ilya's weight on him. The ache in his thighs. The mess between them. All of it felt right.

Ilya propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Shane with a mix of amusement and something Shane realized recently was veneration. "You're gone."

"Mm."

"Like, fully gone. Hello?" Ilya waved a hand in front of his face. Shane batted it away weakly.

"'M here. Just... floaty."

"Floaty." Ilya's grin spread. "I fucked you floaty."

"Don't be smug."

"I'm absolutely being smug. This is a smug moment. I've earned it."

Shane cracked one eye open. "You're the worst."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."

Ilya laughed, low and warm, and dropped a kiss to Shane's nose. Then his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth. Shane hummed, chasing the last one, but Ilya pulled back.

"Bath."

"No."

"You'll thank me tomorrow when you can walk."

"Bold of you to assume I'll be able to walk regardless."

Ilya snorted. "Up." He rolled off Shane, and Shane immediately missed his warmth. "Come on, baby. I'll do all the work."

"You just did all the work."

"And I'll do more. I'm very generous. Generous boyfriend, generous lover. You are so lucky." Ilya was already standing, stretching, completely shameless.

Shane watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. The long lines of him, the marks Shane had left on his shoulders at some point, the satisfied line of his mouth.

I really am lucky.

The thought drifted through his fucked-out brain, soft and warm and completely unbothered by how sappy it was. This ridiculous, beautiful man who had spent hours winding Shane up, who had just fucked him into another dimension, was now stretching like a cat in the dim light and talking about running him a bath.

Yeah. Lucky doesn't even cover it.

"Stop staring and get up."

"Can't. Dead."

"You're not dead."

"Mostly dead."

Ilya sighed, but he was smiling. He leaned down and scooped Shane up off the bed like he weighed nothing. Like he hadn’t just fucked Shane into oblivion.

"Ilya!" Shane grabbed for his shoulders. "I was kidding!"

"Too slow." Ilya carried him toward the bathroom, ignoring Shane's half-hearted squirming. "Should've moved when you had the chance."

"This is kidnapping."

"Stop complaining."

Shane let his head fall against Ilya's shoulder, too fucked out to actually protest. The bathroom lights were too bright when Ilya flicked them on, and Shane groaned, burying his face in Ilya's neck.

"Op big light," Ilya said.

"Blind.”

"So dramatic." But Ilya dimmed the lights before setting Shane down on the edge of the tub. "Stay."

“Yes, daddy.”

Ilya shot him a look. Shane grinned lazily.

He watched Ilya turn on the water, testing the temperature, and Shane's gaze traced over his back. The muscles shifting beneath his skin. The tension he was still holding in his shoulders.

Ilya had spent hours taking care of Shane. At the ceremony. In the car. Here. Holding all that control, all that focus, making sure Shane felt good, felt safe, felt owned in exactly the way he needed.

And he was still going. Still giving.

"Get in," Shane said.

Ilya glanced back. "This is for you."

"For us." Shane slid into the warm water, hissing slightly as the heat hit his sore muscles. "I want you in front of me."

Curiosity lit up Ilya’s face, followed by hesitation but he didn't argue. He stepped into the tub and settled between Shane's legs, his back to Shane's chest.

The water rose around them, warm and slow. Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya from behind, pressing his lips to his shoulder.

"This okay?"

"More than." Ilya's voice was already softer, some of the tension bleeding out just from the contact. "Thought I was supposed to be taking care of you."

"You did." Shane's hands slid up to Ilya's shoulders, thumbs digging into the knots he found there. "Now it's my turn."

Ilya's breath hitched. "Shane."

"You carried a lot tonight." Shane worked his thumbs in slow circles, feeling the tightness beneath the skin. "Let me carry you for a bit."

"You don't have to."

"I know I don't have to." Shane pressed harder, found a knot at the base of Ilya's neck that made him groan. "I want to. Let me."

Ilya was quiet for a moment. 

Shane kissed the back of his neck. “Let me take care of you, Ilya.”

Ilya’s head tilted to the side, and Shane felt something in him give way.

"Okay," Ilya said, barely above a whisper. "Okay."

Shane worked in silence, the only sound was the lap of water against the tub and Ilya's quiet exhales. He found every tight spot: shoulders, neck, the muscles along his spine that he could reach. Ilya melted into him inch by inch, his body going loose and heavy against Shane's chest.

"You're good at this," Ilya mumbled.

"I'm good at everything."

Ilya huffed a laugh. "There's my humble baby."

Shane smiled against his shoulder. His hands softened, shifting from working the tension to just touching. Tracing the lines of Ilya's arms. Smoothing over his chest. Holding him.

"You make me feel so safe," Shane said quietly. "When we do this. When you take control like that. I need you to know that."

Ilya's hand found Shane's under the water, threading their fingers together.

"I need you to know that I want to do the same for you," Shane continued. "That it's not just…it doesn't only go one way. I want to take care of you too."

Ilya squeezed his hand. When he spoke, his voice was rough. "You do, Shane. You don't even know how much you do."

"Tell me."

Ilya turned his head, pressing a kiss to Shane's jaw. "You let me be this. With you. I don't have to be anything else. Don't have to perform or pretend or," He stopped, swallowed. "You just let me be yours. That's everything."

Shane's chest ached. He wrapped his arms tighter around Ilya, pulling him back against him, and pressed his face into his wet curls.

"You called me the only true love of your life. In front of everyone."

Ilya stilled against him.

"I almost vibrated out of my seat," Shane admitted, his voice rough. "My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone would hear it. You just, you said it like it was nothing. Like it was obvious."

"It is obvious." Ilya's voice was quiet. 

"That's what I mean." Shane's arms tightened around him. "You make me feel safe because you're not afraid of this. Of us. You stood up there in front of everybody and claimed me, and then you came back here and," He broke off, pressing his face into Ilya's wet curls.

"And?" Ilya prompted softly.

"And let me claim you back." Shane exhaled shakily. "I don't know how to explain what that means to me."

Ilya turned in his arms, water sloshing, until they were chest to chest. His hand came up to cup Shane's face, thumb tracing over his cheekbone.

"You don't have to explain." Ilya's eyes were bright, open in a way that still made Shane's breath catch. "We waited so long to be here. To do this. And I’m not missing a chance to tell you how much I love you.”

Shane nodded, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “When I win MVP next year, I’ll return the favor.”

Ilya laughed, burying his face against Shane’s neck. “I hold you to that.”

They stayed like that until the water started to cool.

"We should get out," Ilya said eventually, though he made no move to leave.

"Probably."

"Bed's going to be disgusting."

"We'll sleep on your side."

"My side is also disgusting."

"Then we'll sleep on the floor."

Ilya laughed, lifting his head to look into Shane’s eyes. Shane couldn’t keep his hands away from Ilya’s face. 

"I love you," Ilya said.

Shane kissed him, slow and sweet.

"I love you too. Even when you make me sleep on a cum soaked bed."

"I would never." Ilya kissed him again. "I'll put a towel down."

"My hero."

Chapter End Notes

Daddy Ilya should really exist more. He's so fun to write.

Chapter 6: Use your words

Chapter Summary

The morning after "daddy" was introduced to the the dynamic, and Shane isn't ready to let it go

Chapter Notes

Shane peeked up through his lashes to see Ilya still fast asleep. He shifted his weight beside Ilya's knees, his fingers carefully pulling the top sheet away from his body. Ilya's half-hard cock came into view, making Shane's mouth water. He pressed a kiss to the head of Ilya's cock and heard his breathing change ever so slightly.

He watched Ilya's face as he wrapped his lips around him, the weight of him against his tongue had Shane's own cock jumping between his thighs. He swirled his tongue just under the ridge and saw Ilya's lips part. He smiled around his cock before sucking more into his mouth.

"Shane…" Ilya mumbled, his left arm reaching out across the mattress seemingly searching for him. The sight made Shane's stomach twist in delight. Shane hollowed his cheeks to suck harder. Ilya grunted and Shane saw his eyes flutter open.

Shane took him to the back of his throat, swallowing against him. Ilya's fingers wrapped into his hair, curling into the strands. Shane met his eyes, winking up at him as he zigzagged his tongue up Ilya's length. "Morning, daddy." he whispered, his lips brushing along the head.

"Shane," Ilya breathed. Shane flattened his tongue, licking down to the base. "Fuck, please…" he trailed off, his voice stronger. "Don't tease."

"No?" Shane gently ran his nails over Ilya's sac before cupping it, squeezing lightly. Ilya groaned deep in his throat, his head tossing back against the pillow. "See, I think you like it when I tease you, daddy. Think you like lying there while I do whatever I want to this pretty cock."

"Fuck."

"That's what I thought." Shane whispered. He took just the head back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it at the same speed as his fingers against Ilya's balls. He pulled off with a wet pop. "You taste so good. Could suck this cock all day."

"Goddamn I love your mouth."

Shane hummed, slipping his hand back up to wrap his fingers around the base of Ilya's cock. "Perfect cock." he mumbled, stroking slowly. "So thick, daddy. Stretches my throat so good. Stretches my hole even better."

Ilya's jaw tightened and released when a groan left his mouth, his teeth biting into his lower lip. "That mouth is going to kill me, baby."

"Oh you don’t like it?" Shane jacked his hand up Ilya's cock, pushing a drop of precum from his tip. He leaned down to lick it away, moaning at the taste. "Mm, leaking for me already. Seems like you do.”

“You fucking know I do.” Ilya hissed through clenched teeth.

“Want more. Want you to cum down my throat, daddy." He sucked Ilya's length back into his mouth, taking as much as he could.

"Ah fuck!" Ilya groaned, his voice louder. "That's it, baby. Take daddy's cock. Choke on it like my good little slut."

Shane moaned around him, the vibration making Ilya's hips jerk. He let his free hand slide up Ilya's chest, digging his nails into his abs. Ilya's hand covering his and locking their fingers took Shane by surprise.

"Shit, just like that Shane. Just like that." Ilya's hips thrust up, pushing himself deeper. "You look so fucking pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me. Best sight I've ever seen."

Shane felt Ilya's nails dig into the back of his hand and sucked harder. The head of Ilya's cock batted at the back of his throat, choking him just enough to pull tears to his eyes. Ilya groaned but pulled Shane off his cock completely.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Ilya whispered.

Shane shot him a look and took him right back into his mouth, earning a surprised laugh from Ilya that melted into a moan.

"Greedy baby." Ilya mumbled, fingertips brushing Shane's hair from his forehead. "So hungry for daddy's cock. Goddamn I love you." he whispered, the words barely reaching Shane's ears. Shane sucked him harder in response, his cheeks hollowing.

"Love the sounds you make." Shane pulled off just long enough to say. "Love knowing I'm the one making you fall apart." He swallowed Ilya back down, bobbing his head faster.

Shane could feel the tension building in Ilya's thighs and picked up the speed of his hand jacking what he didn't have in his mouth. The taste of Ilya getting stronger in his mouth as he inched closer and closer to cumming.

"Shane, Shane, too good. Too fucking good. Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill that pretty mouth."

Shane moaned, sucking harder, his eyes locked on Ilya's face.

"You want it? Want daddy's cum?"

Shane pulled off just enough to beg. "Please, daddy. Give it to me. Want to taste you. Want to swallow every drop."

He wrapped his lips back around Ilya's cock, sucking hard, watching Ilya's eyes shoot wide as the hand in Shane's hair tightened and pulled. The most delicious sound left Ilya's throat. His hips jerked and Shane moaned when the first shot of cum splashed against his tongue. He swallowed quickly, not wanting to miss a drop as Ilya came and came.

Shane felt Ilya relax back into the bed but just kept sucking his cock. It throbbed against his tongue and Ilya whispered his name like a prayer. Shane pulled up until just the head remained in his mouth. He found Ilya's gaze and held it as he sucked the sensitive tip, tonguing at the slit.

Ilya's shoulders left the mattress and he pulled Shane off of his cock by his hair. "Christ!"

Shane giggled, dropping a kiss to Ilya's thigh. He bit him quickly before Ilya used the grip on his hair to pull him up and over him. The sting in his scalp sent shivers down Shane's spine and a moan whispered out of him. Ilya wrapped his other arm around Shane's waist, helping him settle on top of him.

Ilya stared up at Shane, his eyes unfocused and wide. Shane giggled, bringing his hands to Ilya's jaw. "Morning, daddy."

"Fuck of a way to wake up." Ilya said, leaning up to kiss Shane's chin. He used his hold on Shane's hair to jerk his head to the side. Shane gasped but sank into Ilya's chest. Ilya's tongue licked up his jaw to his ear. "Pretty fucking baby, so good for daddy. Waking me up choking on my cock like the perfect little cockslut you are."

Shane moaned when Ilya nipped his earlobe. "Couldn't help myself. Woke up with the absolute fucking need to taste you. Was lying here watching you sleep and all I could think about was how badly I needed your cock in my mouth."

"Yeah?" Ilya's fingers tightened in his hair while his teeth dug into Shane's neck. "Woke up desperate for it? Couldn't wait for daddy to wake up properly before you started gagging on my dick?"

"Needed it." Shane moaned, gripping Ilya's shoulders as his hips rocked against him. "Needed you."

Ilya kissed down his throat to his collarbone then licked the hollow of his neck. "Best mouth I've ever fucked." he whispered. "Nobody came close. Just you.”

Shane felt the hand in his hair shift to cup the back of his head before he found himself on his back, Ilya hovering over him. He smiled up at Ilya, seeing his face soften from pure lust to something warmer. Ilya's eyes were dark as they traced over Shane's features. "I bet you say that to all your lovers." Shane teased, even as his own words sent flames of red-hot jealousy into his gut.

Ilya leaned in to take his mouth in a kiss that left Shane's lungs empty. "Never." he mumbled against Shane's lips. "Only you. Only ever you."

Shane's heart seized in his chest. "Ilya…" he began but Ilya's kiss stopped the words on his tongue.

"You sore?"

The question took Shane by surprise. "What?"

"I was rough with you last night. And you wore the plug for so long." Ilya said, dropping a trail of kisses along Shane's chest. His voice dropped lower, a hint of guilt creeping in. "Are you sore?"

Shane's mind flickered to the night before - the delicious ache of the plug pressing against his sensitive walls through the ceremony, Ilya's hands pinning his wrists above his head, the growled words against his ear calling him daddy's desperate little fucktoy.

"A little." Shane admitted, then quickly added when he saw Ilya's brow furrow with concern. "The good kind of sore, daddy. The kind that reminds me I'm yours."

Ilya's expression softened, though his eyes still searched Shane's face. "You sure?"

"I'm sure." Shane breathed when he felt Ilya's breath against his nipple. Ilya's mouth closed around one while his fingers teased the other. "Mm, daddy…"

"Mmhmm?" Ilya hummed back, releasing the nipple with a pop. He kissed down Shane's stomach, his hands spreading Shane's thighs wide so his shoulders could slide under them. "Fuck, you have the prettiest cock." Ilya's hands looped behind Shane's knees and suddenly those knees were up by Shane's shoulders. "And the prettiest little hole. All mine."

Shane inhaled sharply when Ilya's tongue swiped over his rim. "Fuck!"

Ilya caught his wrists when Shane reached for him, placing them behind his knees. Shane's fingers curled into his own skin as Ilya's hands left him. The tip of Ilya's tongue teased around his entrance.

"Ilya, daddy…" he moaned, tossing his head against his pillow.

"Talk to me, Shane." Ilya muttered, his breath hot against Shane's ass. His voice was rough and made Shane's body clench. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, baby."

"Your tongue. Want your tongue inside me, daddy. Please."

Ilya chuckled darkly, licking a slow stripe from Shane's hole to his balls. "Like this?"

"More. Please."

"So polite when you want something in your hole." Ilya's tongue circled his rim again. "Your tight little hole is begging for something to fill it. I can see it clenching around nothing. Tell me what you need."

"Fuck me." Shane could hear the desperation flooding his voice. "Please daddy, want to cum on your cock. Need you inside me. Need you to fill me up."

The desire in Ilya's eyes melted him. Ilya's focus shifted from Shane's face to his hole. "You get so fucking desperate for it. So needy for daddy's cock."

"Yes! Yes, fuck I need you."

"That's right." Ilya growled. "This hole belongs to me. Say it."

"It's yours, daddy. My hole is yours. All of me is yours."

"Good boy." Ilya's teeth nipped Shane's inner thigh, making him jerk. “Going to stretch you open for me.”

Shane opened his mouth to beg but the words stopped on his tongue when Ilya slipped a slicked finger into him. Shane's hole squeezed around him.

"That's it, baby." Ilya muttered as he slid a second finger in with the first. "Open up for me. Let me in. Fuck, could almost slide my cock right in. My good boy is so ready for me.”

"Yes." Shane gasped. "Yes, daddy. Always want to be ready for you."

The whispered words and ministrations made Shane's cock leak against his stomach. His hips rocked against Ilya, needing him deeper.

"Look at you." Ilya's voice was reverent. "Dripping all over yourself. Making such a mess, baby."

"More. Please, daddy! Need more."

Ilya shot him a smirk before dropping his mouth back to Shane's hole, his tongue circling the rim while his fingers worked inside. Shane couldn't bite back the loud moan that bounced off the walls. Ilya's fingers curled into that spot inside him and his tongue was relentless.

"Ilya!" Shane cried out, his hips grinding into Ilya's touch.

Ilya brought his free hand to Shane's lower belly, pressing his hips into the bed.

"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck!" Shane rambled. "Right there, daddy. Right fucking there."

Ilya swirled his tongue while he added a third finger. The stretch shoved Shane's body to the edge of an orgasm.

"Going to cum." he gasped out. "Daddy, I'm gonna-"

Shane nearly shouted when Ilya's mouth and fingers left him completely. He glared up at Ilya's grinning face, his hole clenching desperately around nothing.

Ilya pulled himself to his knees between Shane's thighs, his slicked hand slapping against Shane's thigh. Shane's body arched toward Ilya's in response.

"What the fuck?"

Ilya chuckled, leaning between Shane's thighs to drop a kiss to his mouth. "You said you wanted to cum on daddy's cock." he said against Shane's lips before kissing him again. "So that's what you're going to do. Cum on my cock like a good boy."

Shane hooked his legs around Ilya's hips to pull his weight onto him. Ilya's cock throbbed against Shane's hole, hot and heavy and so fucking close to where Shane needed it.

"Please." Shane whimpered. "Please, daddy. Need you."

"I know you do, baby." Ilya's cock dragged against his rim, teasing. "Can feel how badly this little hole wants me. Practically sucking me in already."

"Ilya."

"Can never get enough of you." Ilya mumbled, pressing just the tip inside. His eyes fluttered. "Could fuck you every hour, on the hour, of every day and still want more. Still need more. You've ruined me, Shane."

"Good." Shane gasped, trying to rock down onto him. "Want you ruined for anyone else. Want you addicted to me."

"Already am, baby." Ilya's voice was wrecked. "Already fucking am."

Ilya kissed him, one of his hands sliding down Shane's side to run the length of his thigh to his knee. He looped his fingers behind Shane's kneecap and pulled his leg until Shane's ankle hit his shoulder. He tilted his head to press a kiss to Shane's ankle bone.

"Daddy," Shane began, reaching between them. His hand found Ilya's cockhead. Ilya watched Shane's hand, his jaw tightening and his eyes widening. Shane guided him to his hole, pressing him just inside. "Let me cum on your cock. Please. Need to feel you."

Ilya looked back to Shane's eyes, holding his stare when he thrust forward. He buried himself inside Shane in one smooth, possessive stroke. Shane's mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"Fuck." Ilya groaned. "Fuck, baby. So tight. So hot. Perfect fucking hole."

He nearly folded Shane in half when he leaned in to kiss him.

"Going to be fast, baby." he breathed out. "Too good. You're too fucking good. Can't last when you squeeze me like that."

Shane's hole tightened around him as his heart skipped. "Then don't last. Use me. Fuck me hard and fill me up, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me."

Ilya groaned out a series of Russian words, hips snapping forward. "That mouth. That fucking mouth."

"Fuck me!"

Ilya chuckled throatily and kissed him again, his tongue licking against Shane's. Shane rolled his hips up into Ilya's, shifting around his cock, clenching deliberately.

Ilya gasped into his mouth before ending the kiss. "Little tease."

"Learned from the best."

Ilya slowly pulled out of him until just the tip remained heavy at Shane's entrance before slamming back into him. Shane keened, his nails raking down Ilya's back.

"Yes! Just like that, daddy. Just like that."

Ilya set a punishing rhythm that left Shane clinging to him, his moans filling the room. The headboard knocked against the wall with every thrust. Ilya kissed up Shane's neck to his ear, mumbling praise.

"My good fucking boy," he ground out, "Squeezing my cock so tight. Taking it so well. Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, Shane."

Shane keened, his back arching into Ilya's chest. "Harder, daddy! Please, fuck me harder. Want to feel it all day. Want to be sore."

"Yeah?" Ilya's hips snapped harder. "Want to feel me tomorrow? Want to sit down at breakfast and remember exactly how daddy fucked you?"

"Yes! Yes, please!"

"Want everyone to see you wince and know someone wrecked this tight little ass?"

"Ilya!"

The sweet drag of Ilya's cock and his deep voice vibrating against the shell of Shane's ear sent him flying to the edge of orgasm.

"Cum. Shane, cum." Ilya commanded. "Cum on daddy's cock like a good boy. Let me feel it."

Shane cried out as he did just that, his cock pulsing untouched between them, painting both their stomachs white. His hole clenched rhythmically around Ilya, dragging him over the edge.

"Ah fuck!" Ilya groaned, his face burying against Shane's throat as he came deep inside him. "Shane. Fuck, baby. Fuck!"

Shane felt his leg drop heavily back to the mattress, the move making Ilya's cock shift inside of him. Ilya inhaled sharply then pressed a kiss to his neck in response. Shane laughed softly, running his hands along Ilya's shoulders to his hair. He scratched Ilya's scalp gently.

Ilya hummed against his skin. "Morning, baby."

"Hi." Shane whispered back.

Ilya kissed Shane's neck again before pulling back to meet his eyes. Shane smiled up at him, his heart racing at the sated look on Ilya's face.

"You're beautiful." Ilya told him, dropping a quick kiss to Shane's mouth.

"Shut up." Shane laughed, hitting Ilya's chest lightly. He gasped when Ilya slipped out of his still-sensitive hole, feeling Ilya's cum start to leak out of him. "Fuck, I love that cock."

Ilya chuckled and dropped into the space beside him. Shane turned his head against the pillow to see Ilya leaning up against the headboard. "What are you looking at me like that for, baby?"

"You left me in the wet spot. Again." Shane teased, pushing himself up.

Ilya looped his arm around Shane, pulling him to his side. "Forgive me." he laughed, pulling Shane's knee over his as Shane settled against him.

Shane dropped his head to rest against Ilya's chest, his arm wrapping around Ilya's torso. "You sleep ok?"

"Yeah, you destroyed me last night." Ilya said, dropping a kiss to Shane's hair. "That plug had you so wound up. Hottest thing I've ever seen."

"It was a lot of sensation." Shane flushed, remembering how desperate he'd been by the time they got back to the room.

Ilya chuckled and kissed his forehead this time. "You were so good for me, baby. Keeping that plug in all night, squirming in your seat, trying so hard not to let anyone see how worked up you were."

"You loved every second of it."

"I really did." Ilya's voice was warm with satisfaction. "What time is it?"

"Uh, I have no idea."

Ilya reached for his watch on the nightstand. "7:40."

"I woke you up too early."

Ilya shrugged, "Never too early to be woken up with my man gagging on my cock."

Shane laughed, tipping his head back to meet Ilya's eyes. "You say the sweetest things."

His entire body clenched when Ilya leaned forward to kiss him roughly, his teeth nipping at Shane's bottom lip. "Daddy…" he whispered, earning a smile.

"Hold that thought. Want to put you to sleep with my cock later."

"Promise?"

Ilya grinned, "Swear, baby."

"Mm, maybe you can call me your fucktoy some more. I liked that."

Ilya's laugh shook Shane's frame. "I was going to ask if any of that was too far."

"I don't know if you could ever take me too far." Shane admitted, lifting his head just enough to rest his chin on his hand over Ilya's heart. He felt the organ skip beneath his fingers. Ilya's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "You always know what I need. Before I do most of the time."

"I'm your lover. I'm supposed to."

They lay in comfortable silence for a long moment, Shane listening to Ilya's heartbeat slow beneath his ear. It was in these quiet moments that Shane's mind tended to wander into dangerous territory.

I don't do enough for him. He gives and gives and gives, and what do I do? Let him. Take and take and take. Shane's jaw tightened. I have to do better. I have to show him.

Ilya jostled him softly. "You are thinking too loud again."

Shane rolled his eyes but leaned forward to kiss him softly. "Mmhmm." he sounded, licking the seam of his mouth.

"What're you thinking?"

"It's not important."

"Everything you think is important to me." Ilya told him, flipping Shane beneath him. His hands caught Shane's jaw, tilting his head against the pillow. "Tell me, moy dusha."

"Can I have more time with it?" Shane asked softly. His stomach flipped at the confusion on Ilya's face.

"Did I do something? You are upset with me?"

Shane bit back his laugh. "No, baby. You're perfect and amazing and attentive and so fucking observant." he told him, leaning up to press kisses to Ilya's cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, on his cupid's bow, to his chin and finally to his lips. "And I need to think about how I can be more of those things for you."

"What are you talking about? You are all of those things."

"Ilya."

The Russian sighed heavily, his mouth pulling into a pout that Shane wanted to lick. "Shane…"

"I love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes." Shane cupped Ilya's face, stroking his thumbs over those sharp cheekbones. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you." Ilya repeated immediately, his weight landing more heavily against Shane's frame. "More than anything. More than hockey. More than breathing."

Shane's heart clenched. "Relax with me, daddy."

He tested the word in this situation. Not sexual but still charged with the emotions rolling off of the blond. Ilya's body relaxed instantly against Shane's, tension draining from his shoulders like water.

That's interesting. Shane filed that information away for later. He carded his fingers through Ilya's curls, scratching his scalp lightly.

"Mm, you're trying to distract me." Ilya said, his voice muffled against Shane's neck.

"Is it working?" Shane's lips brushed Ilya's ear, sending a shiver through him.

"For now." Ilya told him, moving the hand still resting on Shane's face to his shoulder. His thumb swiped a wide arch over Shane's trap. "But you will be a good boy later and tell me what's bothering your beautiful mind. No cock for my fucktoy until you tell me."

Shane gasped, his cock giving a valiant twitch despite being thoroughly spent. "That doesn't seem fair."

"Oh but it is, my love." Ilya pressed a kiss to Shane's throat. "It absolutely is."

Shane smiled against Ilya's hair, his mind already turning over possibilities. I'll show you, he thought. I'll find a way to give you everything you give me. I'll make you feel as loved and wanted and desperate as you make me feel.

He didn't know yet what form it would take. But he knew he'd figure it out.

For Ilya, he'd figure out anything.

Oh wait, I need to buy that cock ring.

Chapter End Notes

You may have noticed I added another chapter 😅

Chapter 7: Tell me your plan

Chapter Summary

Epilogue Pt 1.

Chapter Notes

Just a quick note, I don't possess the equipment required for this sex toy. So I'm assuming things.

Six Months Later

Shane had been carrying the box for five months.

Not literally, though sometimes it felt that way. The weight of it had lived in his mind for two weeks after the awards ceremony, when he'd laid in bed scrolling through reviews and product descriptions, thinking: I need to see what this feels like for him.

When he’d hit the ‘confirm purchase’ button on his phone screen, Shane had needed to lay down for a moment. The embarrassing amount of time spent researching, reading reviews, comparing features had left him weirdly exhausted. Want him to like it, want it, The one he'd finally chosen was sleek, black silicone, designed to be worn for hours. Same app Ilya had used on him. Same principle.

Different execution. That would take Ilya apart the way he had so thoroughly taken Shane apart.

Because Shane had a plan. Shane had perfected his plan.

And tonight finally felt like the perfect night to put it into action.

Harris was throwing a party. A holiday party, a birthday party, a party for the sake of a party, Shane didn’t know. The Centaurs had three days before a West Coast run where they’d be on the road for nearly two weeks.

Two weeks without Ilya. Shane’s heart clenched in his chest.

He had been placed on LTIR for a pair of broken ribs he’d received three weeks prior. Weibe wouldn’t let him back on the ice until they’d wrapped up this run. His ribs were fine now, only a small twinge if he ran too hard on the treadmill or if Ilya pinned him to their mattress at just the wrong angle.

But it feels so good when he does it.

He pushed the thought away, needing to focus on something other than the way Ilya fucked him.

Shane stared at himself in their bathroom mirror. His hands were steady. His heart was not.

The box sat on the counter beside him. Black velvet. Unassuming. Containing something that had the potential to either be the hottest thing they'd ever done, or a spectacular disaster.

What if he doesn't want it?

The fear had plagued him for months. Ilya was always so in control. So commanding. The idea of surrendering that, of letting Shane take the reins for an entire evening - what if it wasn't what he wanted? What if Shane had misread everything?

But then he remembered Ilya's voice in the elevator that night, rough and desperate: Can't wait, baby.

He remembered the way Ilya had melted when Shane said "daddy" outside of sex for the first time. The way his whole body had gone loose and trusting every time he’d said it since.

He remembered the time a month after the awards night when Ilya had come to him and shyly asked if Shane would wash his hair for him. It had become a thing for them, especially after a rough game.

He wants this. He just doesn't know how to ask for it.

Shane picked up the box, turning it over in his hands. The weight was negligible. The significance, less so.

"Baby, you almost ready?" Ilya's voice called from the bedroom. "Troy texted. Says we're already late."

Shane's stomach flipped. "Yeah, just... need a minute."

He heard the bathroom door open. Then Ilya was behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, chin hooking over Shane's shoulder.

"What's that?" Ilya asked, nodding at the box.

Shane's mouth went dry. "A present. For you."

"For me?" Ilya's brow furrowed in the mirror's reflection. "It's not my birthday. And we said no Christmas presents."

"I know." Shane turned in Ilya's arms, holding the box between them. "It’s just something I wanted to give you. Before we go out tonight."

Ilya's eyes narrowed slightly, curious. "Okay..."

"Open it."

Ilya took the box slowly, his fingers careful as he lifted the lid. Shane watched his face, watched confusion flicker across his features, then recognition, then shock, then something darker. Something hungry.

"Shane." Ilya's voice came out hoarse.

"It's designed to be worn soft." Shane said, and he couldn't quite keep the tremor out of his voice. "You can wear it all night. Under your clothes. And I control it." He pulled his phone from his pocket, waggling it slightly. "Same app you used on me."

Ilya was staring at the toy like it might bite him. His jaw worked, but no sound came out.

Shane's heart plummeted. "If you don't want…"

"You actually bought one." Ilya interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said you would. In the lobby. I thought you were joking."

"I wasn't joking." Shane's mouth was dry. "I've had it for five months. I was waiting for the right moment."

"Five months." Ilya repeated. His eyes lifted to meet Shane's, and the intensity there made Shane's knees weak. "You've been planning this for five months."

"I've been planning this since the morning after the awards ceremony." Shane admitted. "When you were asleep and I was lying there thinking about how to give you what you give me. How to make you feel what you make me feel."

Ilya's breath caught.

"I know this is..." Shane gestured vaguely. "Different. For us. I know you're usually the one who…and I love that! I do, I love when you take control, you know I do, but I wanted to, I've been thinking about…"

Ilya kissed him.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was deep and claiming and desperate, Ilya's hands cupping Shane's face like he was waiting for Shane to disappear.

When Ilya finally pulled back, his eyes were glassy. "Put it on me."

Shane blinked. "Really?"

"Yes." Ilya's voice was rough, cracked at the edges. "Put it on me, baby."

Shane’s cocked throbbed at the command. He dropped to his knees in front of his boyfriend, smiling when he saw the bulge growing in front of him. “You can’t be hard when I do this.”

“That’s easier said than done.” Ilya chuckled, his face flushed.

Shane leaned in to press a kiss against Ilya’s cock through the fabric of his trousers. Ilya gasped. “Tell me your penalty stats for last season. I know you remember them.”

“Why do we care about that right now?” Ilya asked, his brow furrowed. “You want me to talk stats while my pretty baby is on his knees for me?”

“I need you soft, my love. I’ve waited six months for this. 182 days. Don’t mess up my plans.” he grinned up at him, seeing those blue eyes he loved so much soften. He made quick work of Ilya’s belt, button and fly before pulling Ilya’s ever hardening cock out. Shane met Ilya’s gaze again when he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. 

“Fuck, Shane!” Ilya sighed, “Thought you want me soft.”

“Couldn’t help myself.”

Ilya took a shaky breath and his eyes ticked up to the ceiling. "Penalties. Right. Okay." He paused, clearly trying to focus. "86 minutes total for the season."

Shane sat back on his heels, forcing his hands to rest on his own thighs instead of touching. Ilya's cock was still half-hard, flushed and beautiful, and Shane wanted to wrap his lips around it so badly his mouth watered.

"Keep going," Shane said, his voice tight.

"Twelve minors. Fighting, roughing, high-sticking." Ilya's voice was steadier now, falling into the familiar discussion of his stats. "Three misconducts. One game misconduct against New York when I told the ref to go fuck himself."

Shane bit back a smile, watching Ilya's cock soften. It was still gorgeous, thick and heavy, even soft, the head a dark pink that made Shane's fingers itch to touch. He curled his fingers into fists against his thighs.

God, even soft it's perfect. The way it rests against his thigh, the weight of it. I could write poetry about this cock.

"What else?" Shane prompted, his voice rough.

"Most penalty minutes in one game was ten. That was against Tampa." Ilya's breathing was evening out, his cock going softer with each word. "Bennington cross-checked me into the boards and I may have retaliated."

“You shoved him over the boards into the bench.”

“Eh, he was fine.” Ilya gave a dismissive wave. “Ok where was I? Oh power plays.”

Shane watched, mesmerized, as Ilya went fully soft. His tongue was begging to like along the curve of it that filled his mouth so perfectly. He loved to take Ilya in his mouth soft like this and feel him harden against his tongue.

Don't. Don't touch. You need him soft for this to work.

"Power play goals against while I was in the box," Ilya continued, clearly on autopilot now. "Three. Two of those were my fault for taking stupid penalties in the offensive zone."

"Good," Shane breathed. His hands were shaking with the effort of not touching. "That's good, baby. Stay just like that."

He reached for the cock ring with trembling fingers, stretching it carefully. Ilya's eyes tracked the movement, his breath hitching. Shane gasped when he felt Ilya’s fingers brush along his hair, curling into the strands.

"This might feel a little tight at first. It did for me." Shane warned. "But it's designed to be comfortable. Tell me if anything hurts."

"I will," Ilya promised, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shane worked the ring down slowly, carefully, watching Ilya's face the entire time. He positioned it at the base of Ilya's cock, settling it snugly against him. The small vibrating attachment sat perfectly against the underside, right where Shane knew Ilya was especially sensitive.

"How's that?" Shane asked, sitting back on his heels.

Ilya's jaw was tight, his hands flexing in Shane’s hair. "Good. Feels...good."

Shane pulled out his phone, opening the app he'd practiced with dozens of times. "Okay. So there are different settings." His thumb hovered over the screen. "This first one is just a soft hum. Barely anything. Just enough to feel."

He tapped the screen.

Ilya's whole body tensed, his breath catching. "Oh."

"Okay?" Shane watched his face carefully.

"Yeah." Ilya's voice was strained. "Yeah, that's...I can feel it."

Shane's cock throbbed in his pants at the sight of Ilya's starting to thicken in the ring. He swiped to the next setting. "This one pulses. Like a heartbeat."

The vibration changed, and Ilya gasped, his fingers digging into Shane's shoulders. His cock twitched, swelling more noticeably now.

"Fuck," Ilya breathed. "Shane..."

"And this one," Shane said, his voice dropping lower, "combines both. Vibration and pulse together."

He activated it.

Ilya's knees buckled slightly, and Shane's hands flew to his hips to steady him. The ring buzzed steadily now, and Shane could see Ilya's cock hardening in earnest, trapped in the snug silicone.

"Oh fuck," Ilya gasped, his head falling back. "Baby, that's…"

Shane turned it off.

Ilya made a sound of frustration, looking down at Shane with wild eyes. "Why did you stop?"

Shane grinned up at him, slow and satisfied. "Because we have a party to get to. And I need you to be able to walk."

"I hate you," Ilya said without heat.

"No you don't." Shane stood, pressing a quick kiss to Ilya's mouth. "You love me. And you love that I'm going to drive you absolutely insane tonight."

Ilya groaned, but he was smiling. "You said it was tight on you. When did you put this on?"

“Well I had to test it.” Shane flushed. Ilya’s arms wrapped around his waist. “I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you putting it on and wanted to make sure it actually felt good.”

“Which setting was your favorite?” Ilya asked, tipping Shane’s face up to his. Shane sank further into his arms. 

“Well there’s five total. I only showed you every other one. You’ll feel my favorite later.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I have a very specific time and place I want you to feel it.”

“You’ve thought a lot about this.”

“You have no idea.” Shane laughed. He helped Ilya tuck himself carefully back into his pants, Ilya hissing at the sensitivity. "We're going to be late."

"Whose fault is that?" Ilya asked with a chuckle. 

Shane watched Ilya put on his shoes before grabbing his coat. The ring was invisible under Ilya's clothes, but Shane knew it was there. Could see the slight tension in Ilya's shoulders, the awareness in his eyes.

He’s going to beg for me.

"Ready?" Shane asked when Ilya had pulled on his jacket.

Ilya took his hand, threading their fingers together. His grip was tight. "No. But let's go anyway."

Shane pulled out his phone as they headed for the door.

"Shane, do you have your…"

He tapped level one.

Ilya stumbled, his hand flying to the doorframe for support. "Fuck!"

"Just getting you used to it," Shane said, smiling brightly. "Like you said. We have a drive ahead of us."

Ilya's glare promised retribution. "You're going to pay for this."

"I'm counting on it, daddy."

Shane turned it off and pulled Ilya out the door, grinning the whole way to the car.

This is going to be fun.

Shane sat in the driver’s seat hyperaware of the ring now nestled snugly around Ilya's cock. He'd been thinking about this night, fantasizing for so long that now that it was happening, his heart almost couldn’t handle it. 

He knew he could’ve brought this out at any point over the last six months but it only felt right in this moment. Ilya was fidgeting against the passenger seat, his shoes shuffling along the car floor board and his hands flexing into fists on his thighs.

"How does it feel?" Shane asked quietly, glancing over.

“Feels good. Feels there.” Ilya told him, turning to look at him. “Tell me your plan."

"My plan?"

"You don’t do anything without a plan, baby.” Ilya smiled, dropping his hand to Shane’s thigh. “I know you’ve thought this night through, repeatedly. Tell me what you're going to do to me."

Shane flushed but kept his eyes on the road, very aware of Ilya's hand burning into his leg. "You want me to ruin the surprise?"

"I want to know what I'm in for." Ilya said with that cocky grin, his fingers spreading wider on Shane's thigh.

Shane could hear Ilya trying to sound collected, calm. But under it he heard something else, something heavier.  Not quite nervous. More like anticipation?

He thought about denying he had a plan. He opened his mouth to do just that but suddenly he was spilling secrets.

"I'm going to let you get used to it on the drive. Feel the weight of it, how it holds your perfect cock, how it feels." Shane said, his right hand covering Ilya's on his thigh while his left gripped the wheel. "When we get to the club, I'll start it on level one. Just enough for you to feel it while we're saying hello to everyone."

"Fuck," Ilya breathed.

"Then when we're dancing," Shane continued, his voice dropping lower, "I'm going to turn it up. Watch you try to keep rhythm while that thing is buzzing against your cock. Watch you try not to drop to your knees and suck my cock in the middle of the dance floor.."

Ilya's breath caught, almost imperceptible.

Shane glanced over at him, just for a second before his eyes went back to the road. "And if you're really good for me, if you can make it through the whole night without begging me to leave early, I'll let you fuck me in our bed with that ring still on. You'll feel it vibrating while you're inside me."

"Jesus Christ." Ilya's voice was rough. "Shane..."

"Yeah, I think it'll be fun." He said simply, his thumb stroking over Ilya's knuckles.

His phone vibrated in the cup holder and Shane glanced down to see a text from his mom. "My mom says hi."

"I'm going to die." Ilya said flatly. "You're going to kill me."

Shane ticked his eyes to him at a red light. He's so unfairly hot. "That's your response to my mother saying hello?"

"No. That's my response to my baby planning my murder in front of all my teammates."

Shane's heart stuttered at the word. Baby. Ilya called him baby all the time, had been using the word more consistently over the past six months. But hearing it in this context, when Shane was the one in control, when Ilya was the one wearing the toy, it made his heart fuzzy.

It felt different. Weighted. Like Ilya was reminding him: I'm yours, but you're still mine too.

Shane's throat tightened. He brought Ilya's hand to his lips, keeping his eyes on the road as the light turned green. "You can take it, daddy." he whispered against his knuckles.

Ilya made a choked sound and leaned across the console to kiss Shane's jaw. "Stay with me tonight? As much as you can?"

"Where else would I be?"

"Mingling. Talking. Dancing. Do those things with me. Stay close."

Shane's chest tightened at the vulnerability in Ilya's voice. "Of course. Put a cock ring on you and you turn into a needy daddy."

Ilya laughed, the sound rough and warm. His thumb stroked over Shane's pulse point where he still held his hand, before dragging their hands to rest in his lap. "Love you."

"Love you too," Shane murmured. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he reached for his phone in the cup holder with his free hand.

Shane balanced the phone against the steering wheel, swiping to open the app one-handed.

"Shane, what are you…"

He tapped the screen.

The soft hum started, and Ilya's whole body went rigid. His hand tightened on Shane's, his breath catching audibly. "Fuck!"

"Eyes out the windshield," Shane said. "Just getting you used to it. Like I said. Feel the weight of it. How it holds your perfect cock."

"That's level two," Ilya managed.

"Is it?" Shane asked, all innocence. "Oops."

"You're going to cause an accident looking at your phone," Ilya said, but his voice was strained, his free hand gripping the arm rest on the door.

"I'm a very safe driver." Shane switched to level three, the pulse kicking in.

Ilya made a strangled sound, his thighs clenching together. "Shane! Fuck, you need to-"

"Need to what?" Shane asked, glancing over. Ilya's face was flushed, his breathing heavy. "You look so pretty like this, daddy."

“Baby!” he breathed, rolling his head against the head rest to look at Shane.

"How does it feel?" Shane asked, genuinely curious. His own cock was hardening in his pants just watching Ilya struggle to stay still.

"Good," Ilya managed through gritted teeth. "Too good. You need to, fuck, you need to stop or I'm going to cum."

Shane turned it off.

Ilya sagged against the seat, breathing hard. "You really are trying to kill me. Or kill us both."

"Not yet." Shane brought their joined hands to rest on his own thigh, needing the contact as he merged onto the main road. "Just warming you up."

"Warming me up," Ilya repeated incredulously. "Baby, I am warmed. And you're going to crash this car."

"I would never." Shane grinned. "But maybe I should wait until we're parked before I do that again."

"You think?" Ilya's laugh was breathless. "How much longer?"

Shane glanced at the GPS. "Ten minutes."

Ilya groaned.

"You could think about hockey stats," Shane suggested helpfully. "That seemed to work earlier."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Shane lifted their joined hands to press another kiss to Ilya's knuckles. "You love me. And you love that in ten minutes, we're going to walk into that club and I'm going to make you fall apart in front of all our friends."

Ilya's breath hitched. "Shane..."

"Just ten more minutes, daddy."

The club was packed. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor, bass thumping so loud Shane could feel it in his chest. Colored lights swept across the crowd, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and too many people in one space.

Perfect.

Shane kept his hand on Ilya's lower back as they made their way through the crowd. He could feel the tension there, the awareness in every line of Ilya's body. “Breathe daddy.” he whispered, pressing harder against Ilya’s back. He chuckled when Ilya shuddered.

"Shane! Ilya!" Harris appeared out of the crowd, already three drinks in if his grin was any indication. He pulled them both into enthusiastic hugs. "Bout fucking time! Thought you two weren't coming!"

"Traffic," Shane lied smoothly.

"Sure, sure." Harris winked. "Come on, everyone's over here."

He led them to a section of booths near the back, slightly elevated from the main floor. The team had taken over the entire area, players and their partners sprawled across the seating, drinks already flowing freely.

"Look who finally showed up!" Troy called out, raising his glass. A chorus of greetings followed, and Shane found himself pulled into a round of hugs and backslaps.

“How’re your ribs doing?” Boodram asked. “Feel like you shouldn’t even be up and walking yet.”

“It’s been a few weeks.” Shane shrugged. “I think the bruise looked worse than it was.”

“Don’t lie, moy lyubov.” Ilya’s voice sent warmth through Shane’s body just before Ilya wrapped his arm around Shane’s middle, pulling him back into his chest. “It was as bad as bruise looked. You’ve just been a good patient this time.”

“I want to play so I’m following direction for once.” Shane admitted. “I should have medical clearance before you guys get back in a few weeks.”

“Shots!” Harris’ voice shocked the two of them apart and Shane was pulled into a corner of the booth by Luca as Harris placed a tray laden with shot glasses onto the table. Shane reached for Ilya but he was already standing on the opposite side, talking to Troy.

Why is he over there?

A shot glass was placed in front of him and Shane picked it up, hoping for anything other than vodka. He took a quick smell and blanched. Vodka. Of course. 

Ilya picked his shot up, laughing at something Troy had said. Shane felt a swirl of familiar jealousy in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt that particular emotion when it came to Troy Barrett. The man was pretty. Prettier than he had any right to be. And Ilya could talk to him so easily.

Shane’s thumb found his phone’s screen again.

“Cheers!” somebody said, a chorus of voices followed. The shots went up as Shane’s thumb swiped up to level two. 

Shane’s shot went down smoothly. Ilya choked.

His hand flew to his mouth, coughing, his eyes watering. Troy pounded him on the back, laughing.

"Fuck, Rozanov! You forget how to drink?" Boodram called out.

"Went down wrong," Ilya managed, his voice strained. His eyes found Shane's across the table, dark and heated.

Shane smiled softly, sweetly, and took a sip of the beer someone had pushed in front of him.

The conversation flowed around them. Shane kept the ring on level one, just that low hum, watching Ilya try to focus on whatever Troy was saying. He could see the tension in Ilya's shoulders, the way his jaw would clench every few seconds, the slight flush creeping up his neck.

“You two are so sickeningly in love.” Selena’s voice pulled Shane around, her Quebecois surprising Shane for a moment.

He switched to French when he replied, “We are. Disgustingly so.”

Selena laughed. “How are you? You didn’t come to the Boodram house party.”

“I was laid up. Ilya made me stay home.” Shane told her, taking a glance back to Ilya. His boyfriend was still in a deep conversation with Troy. His smile made Shane’s cock ache.

“Oh your ribs! Nick said you were out for a while.”

“Just a few more weeks. I should be back by January.”

“Do you want to join us WAGs to watch the games while they’re on the road?”

Shane chuckled and glanced to where Ilya was standing. His thumb moved to level two. Ilya's hand shot out to grip the edge of the table. His conversation with Troy faltered for just a second before he recovered.

"Maybe. My parents are coming to town but not sure when."

He switched back to one. Saw Ilya's shoulders drop slightly and his eyes glance over. Shane arched a brow in response. Ilya shot him a smirk but Harris sliding into the space between Ilya and Troy drew his attention back to the couple.

“-so just let me know. We know it wouldn’t be the same as being on the ice but we put on a good time.” Selena was saying. 

Oh shit I was having a conversation.

Shane flashed her a smile, “I’ll keep it in mind. Ilya would get a kick out of me hanging with the WAGs.”

“Hollander, you trying to woo my lady away with your French?” Nick teased, alcohol clear in his voice.

Shane chuckled, “Lucky for you Chouinard, I’ve already been wooed by someone who doesn’t give a fuck about my French.”

“A blessing to us all, I’m sure.” Nick replied, “Dance with me, lovie.”

Selena rolled her eyes but was gone with the massive man in half a second. 

Shane watched them move to the dancefloor before finding his boyfriend again. Ilya was now talking to Luca, his head in a slow nod as the kid spoke. Something in the way they were speaking sent a chirp of alarm through him. They’re too serious. I need him to be not serious. Ilya serious is Ilya problem-solving. In charge, in command.

He was on his feet before his mind made the decision. Shane weaved around their teammates and friends until he could slip his arms around Ilya from behind. Ilya’s hands covered his on Ilya’s stomach immediately, and pulled Shane’s arms more tightly around him.

Shane caught Luca’s eyes over Ilya’s shoulder and frowned slightly at the nerves on the boy’s face. “Haasy? You ok?”

Ilya’s hand squeezed Shane’s wrist but Luca spoke up. “Yeah!” 

“Convincing.” Ilya told him. Luca rolled his eyes. “Going to have to work on that.”

Shane moved to release Ilya but his boyfriend’s hands tightened keeping him in place. He placed his palms flat against his abs and had to bite back the gasp when he felt the softest vibration radiating over Ilya’s stomach.

“Why do you look ready to hurl?” Shane asked as he dug his fingertips into the muscles beneath them.

“I invited someone to come.” Luca almost whispered.

“That’s great!” Shane said, but then added, “Right?”

“They are late.” Ilya supplied, looking over his shoulder. His curls brushed over Shane’s cheek and his scent washed over him. Shane resisted the urge to bury his nose in those curls. “He is now worried.”

“Worried feels strong.” Luca interjected.

“Nervous better?”

“I don’t know.” Luca said, his gaze shifting over Shane’s shoulder. Before the last word left his mouth, Shane watched his eyes widen and a terrified smile stretched over his face. “Oh shit.” he mumbled before slipping around them.

Shane followed his path to see a pretty blonde woman standing nervously, a bright smile on her lips. Ilya squeezed his wrist again. “I would’ve put money on a man.” he mumbled.

“Same. What with his massively huge crush on you.” Shane teased, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s shoulder. “How’re you daddy?”

He felt the shudder that raced up Ilya’s spine. “It’s fine.”

“Fine?” Shane prodded. Just fine?

“I mean I’m slowly losing my Goddamn mind. It’s not enough, not nearly enough but fuck does it feel good.”

Shane kissed the back of Ilya’s neck, nipping the skin just hard enough to make him gasp. “Look at me.” Ilya turned in his arms. 

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, but his expression was open. Trusting. The slight flush on his cheeks and the way his lips parted told Shane everything he needed to know.

"How is it?" Shane asked softly.

"It’s a-fucking-lot, baby," Ilya breathed. "I didn’t think you were serious about letting it run the whole time."

“Do you need a break?”

Ilya frowned, his brow furrowing, “What? No.”

Shane's cock throbbed. He'd left it on level one this whole time, just that soft, constant hum, and Ilya had been standing there talking to their teammates, smiling, laughing, all while slowly unraveling.

"Dance with me," Shane said, taking Ilya's hand.

"Shane, I don't think-"

"Dance with me, daddy." Shane repeated, firmer this time.

Ilya's breath caught. "Okay."

Shane led him to the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until they found a spot near the middle where bodies pressed close on all sides. The music was loud, bass-heavy, the kind of song that made it easy to get lost in.

Shane turned to face Ilya, his hands finding his hips. They moved together, not quite in rhythm with the music, just swaying, close enough that Shane could feel every tremor that ran through Ilya's body.

"How does it feel?" Shane asked, his lips brushing Ilya's ear.

"Good," Ilya managed, his hands coming up to rest on Shane's shoulders. "Really good. But baby, I need-"

Shane's thumb moved to level two.

Ilya's whole body went rigid, his fingers digging into Shane's shoulders. "Fuck," he gasped, his forehead dropping forward to rest against the side of Shane’s face.

"Too much?" Shane's hand slid up to the nape of Ilya's neck, holding him close.

"No," Ilya panted. "Perfect. It's perfect."

The song changed. Something heavier, dirtier, with a bass line that Shane could feel in his chest. Around them, the crowd pressed closer, bodies moving together in the dim light.

Shane pulled Ilya flush against him, lining his hips up to meet Ilya’s. The ring, buzzing steadily through the fabric of Ilya's pants, pressed against Shane's lower stomach.

"Oh fuck," Shane breathed. "I can feel it."

Ilya's hands slid down to Shane's hips, gripping hard. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Shane rolled his hips forward, grinding against Ilya. "Can feel it vibrating. Can feel how hard you are."

Ilya made a strangled sound, his grip tightening. "Shane, baby, you can't, we're in public, moy dusha."

"So?" Shane's lips found Ilya's jaw, kissing along the sharp line of it. "No one's watching. Everyone's dancing. Everyone's drunk. They don't care what we're doing."

"You’ll care later." Ilya gasped, but his hips were rolling forward to meet Shane's, seeking friction. "And I care that I'm about to cum in my pants in the middle of this club."

Shane bit down on Ilya's earlobe, tugging. "Then don't. Hold it."

Ilya shuddered, his whole body trembling. "I don’t know if I can."

"You’re doing so good for me, daddy." Shane's tongue traced the shell of Ilya's ear. "Keep being good for your baby."

Ilya whimpered, his grip tightening on Shane. They moved together, grinding slow and deliberate, the vibration from the ring a constant presence between them. Shane could feel how hard Ilya was, could feel him twitching against Shane every time he rolled his hips just right.

"I'm thinking about getting you home and on your back." Shane's lips moved down to Ilya's neck, his tongue licking a hot stripe up to his jaw. "Keeping this ring on while I worship your cock. Want to feel it buzzing against my lips while I take you down my throat. Want to suck you until you're begging me to let you cum."

"Baby," Ilya's voice was wrecked.

"Want to taste how wet you are for me. How much you've been leaking all night." Shane's teeth scraped along Ilya's jaw. "Want to lap up every drop before I swallow you down. Want to feel you lose control, feel your cock pulse in my throat while you fill me up. You're going to cry when you cum, daddy. Going to be so desperate, so wrecked."

"Fuck." Ilya's hips jerked forward involuntarily.

"Thinking about how you'll taste. How you'll feel on my tongue. How you'll sound when I make you cum down my throat." Shane bit down on the hinge of Ilya's jaw. "You're going to sound so pretty for me, daddy."

"Shane," Ilya gasped, one hand flying to Shane's ass, pulling him closer. "Please, I can't-"

"You can." Shane licked up Ilya's neck again, tasting salt and Ilya. "You're doing so good for me. Being so patient. So perfect."

Ilya's head fell back, exposing more of his throat. Shane took advantage immediately, his mouth finding that sensitive spot below Ilya's ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Might be a little noticeable." Ilya managed, but his hand was pressing Shane's head closer, encouraging.

"Good," Shane murmured against his skin. "Want them to see. Want them to know you're mine."

"Do it again," Ilya breathed. "Fuck, Shane, harder."

Shane sucked another mark into the sensitive skin on the opposite side and then another over his pulse point. He could feel Ilya’s heart racing beneath his lips. Ilya’s hand in his hair pulled him away. Shane leaned back just enough to look at him. 

Ilya's eyes were glassy, his lips parted, his face flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and they hadn't even done anything yet.

"I love you," Shane said, and then his hand slid between them to press against Ilya's cock through his pants.

Ilya made a sound that was half moan, half whimper. "Love you too. So much. Please, baby, I need-" He broke off, words dying on his tongue.

"What do you need?" Shane's palm rubbed against him, feeling the ring buzz against his hand. "Tell me, daddy. Use your words."

"Need you," Ilya gasped. "Need to touch you. Need to be inside you. Need to feel you. Please."

Shane's cock throbbed at the desperation in his voice. "Want to hear you beg some more."

"Please," Ilya said immediately, his hips pushing into Shane's hand. "Please, baby. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just please let me-"

Shane swiped up to level four. The one he'd been saving. The one that alternated between steady vibration and pulsing waves in unpredictable patterns.

Ilya's mouth fell open, his eyes unfocusing and eyelids fluttering. His whole body went taut, his hands clutching at Shane desperately, his cock jerking hard against Shane's palm.

"Oh god," Ilya finally managed to gasp. "Oh fuck, what is that? Shane, what…"

"Level four," Shane said, watching him fall apart. "You like it, daddy?"

"I, fuck, it feels like," Ilya couldn't finish the sentence, his head dropping to Shane's shoulder to muffle his words. "It's sucking me. Feels like it's sucking my cock. Right at the base. Feels like, oh fuck, feels like your hole. When you clench around me. Oh god, Shane!"

Shane held him through it, feeling him shake, feeling him struggle to stay upright while the ring did its work. Around them, people kept dancing, completely unaware that Ilya was falling apart in Shane's arms.

After thirty seconds that felt like an eternity, Shane turned it down to level one.

Ilya dropped against him, breathing hard. "I'm going to cum," he whispered against Shane's neck. "If you do that again, I'm going to cum right here."

"Not yet," Shane said, his hand sliding up to cup Ilya's face. "Go to the bathroom. Wait for me there."

Ilya blinked at him, confusion cutting through the haze of arousal. "What?"

"Go to the bathroom," Shane repeated, his voice firm. "Find a stall. Lock the door. And wait for me, daddy."

Understanding dawned in Ilya's eyes. "Shane, we can’t-"

"We can." Shane kissed him hard. "Now go. Before I change my mind and make you cum on this dance floor."

Ilya groaned, but he was already moving, stumbling slightly as he made his way through the crowd toward the back of the club.

Shane watched him go, his heart pounding, his cock achingly hard in his pants.

He gave him thirty seconds. Then he followed.

Chapter End Notes

Ok so I can't get to the end of this thing because I keep having ideas. But I'm like 90% sure Chapter 8 will be the last one.

Chapter 8: Get hard for me

Chapter Summary

Daddy Ilya begging his baby for any and everything.

Chapter Notes

Ok, I accidentally wrote almost 10k words for this one chapter and I had to split it into two because it was too much. so it's no longer an epilogue, it's just the story

He moved through the crowd, weaving between dancing bodies, heading toward the back where he'd seen Ilya disappear. The hallway leading to the bathrooms was dimly lit, less crowded. Shane's eyes scanned for the bathroom door, hoping it was a single stall.

A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, yanking him sideways into darkness.

Shane stumbled, his back hitting a wall, and then Ilya's mouth was on his. Hot and desperate and claiming. Shane gasped against his lips, realizing they were in some kind of storage room. He could make out shelves of liquor bottles, stacked boxes, the smell of cleaning supplies.

"Ilya…" Shane tried to speak but Ilya kissed him harder, his tongue sweeping into Shane's mouth, one hand cupping the back of Shane's head, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.

"Too busy," Ilya panted between kisses. "Couldn't, fuck, couldn't risk anyone seeing you. Seeing my baby on his knees for me. You're too pretty when I fuck you. Too perfect. Only I get to see you like this."

Shane moaned into his mouth, his hands coming up to grip Ilya's shirt. "Yes. Always yours, daddy."

Ilya made a sound low in his throat, his hips grinding forward. Shane could feel the ring still buzzing between them, could feel how hard Ilya was. "Need you," Ilya gasped. "Need your mouth. Please, baby."

"I've got you," Shane murmured, kissing him again. Softer this time. A gentle brush of lips that left Ilya chasing his touch. "I've got you, daddy. Let me take care of you."

He kissed along Ilya's jaw, down his neck, finding the marks he'd left earlier and sucking on them again. Ilya's breath hitched, his hands threading into Shane's hair.

"So good to me," Ilya whispered. "So fucking good. Love you so much."

"Love you too," Shane said against his skin. His hands moved to Ilya's belt, working it open with practiced ease. "Going to show you how much."

He dropped to his knees on the hard floor, not caring that he could feel the cold concrete through his pants. All he cared about was the man above him, trembling and desperate and needing Shane completely.

Shane unbuttoned Ilya's jeans, pulled down the zipper slowly. He could see the outline of Ilya's cock straining against his boxer briefs, could see the damp spot where he'd been leaking. He pulled Ilya's jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. 

"Fuck," Shane breathed. "Look at you, daddy. So hard for me. So perfect."

It sprang up, flushed dark and angry-looking, precum beading at the tip. The ring sat snug at the base, still buzzing softly on level one, and it made Ilya's cock look impossibly thick, impossibly big.

Shane heard himself whisper, “So big, daddy. Want to choke on you.”

"Baby, please," Ilya whimpered above him.

Shane looked up at him, meeting those blue eyes that were watching him with such desperate need. "Relax for me, daddy," he promised. "I’ve got you."

He leaned forward and dragged his tongue slowly up the underside of Ilya's cock, from just above the ring all the way to the tip. Ilya's hips jerked forward, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

"Shh," Shane soothed, his hands coming up to grip Ilya's hips, holding him still. "Let me. Just feel."

He licked again, this time focusing on the sensitive spot just below the head where he knew Ilya was the most sensitive. The taste of him flooded Shane's mouth, salt and musk and something uniquely Ilya. More precum leaked out and Shane lapped it up eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head.

"Shane," Ilya gasped, his fingers tightening in Shane's hair. "Oh god, baby, your mouth. What did I do to deserve this fucking perfect mouth?"

He hummed in delight around Ilya’s cock.

Shane took his time, mapping every inch with his tongue. He licked along the prominent vein on the underside, felt it pulse against his tongue. He traced around the ridge of the head, dipping into the slit to taste more of that precious precum. He mouthed along the shaft, pressing soft kisses to heated skin.

When he reached the ring, he paused. He could feel the vibration against his lips, soft but constant. He kissed it, then licked around where it met Ilya's skin, making Ilya shudder above him.

"So beautiful," Shane murmured against him. "Your cock is so beautiful, daddy. So thick. So perfect. I could lick it for hours."

"Please," Ilya whimpered. "Need more. Need…"

"I know what you need," Shane interrupted softly. He licked back up to the tip, collecting the fresh bead of precum that had gathered there. "Just let me love you. Let me show you how much I want you."

He opened his mouth and took just the head inside, sucking gently. Ilya's hips tried to push forward but Shane held him firm, controlling the pace. He swirled his tongue around the head, paying special attention to that spot on the underside that made Ilya's thighs tremble.

More precum leaked onto his tongue and Shane savored it, moaning softly around Ilya's cock. The vibration from his moan made Ilya cry out, his whole body shaking.

"That's it," Shane pulled off to murmur against him. "Let me hear you, daddy. Tell me how good it feels."

"So good," Ilya gasped. "Your mouth is, fuck, so hot, so perfect. Please, baby, more. Need more of you."

Shane took him deeper this time, inch by slow inch, his tongue pressed flat against the underside. He could feel the ring buzzing as Ilya's cock slid past his lips, could feel it vibrating against his mouth as he took more and more.

He pulled back slowly, his tongue tracing patterns along the shaft. Then forward again, a little deeper. Back. Forward. Each movement deliberate, worshiping, designed to drive Ilya slowly out of his mind.

"You taste so good," Shane whispered, pressing kisses along the length. "Been leaking for me all night, haven't you? Been so hard, so desperate. My perfect daddy."

Ilya's hands were gentle in Shane's hair now, not pushing, just holding. Just connecting. "Love you," he breathed. "Love you so much. So fucking much."

Shane looked up at him, their eyes meeting in the dim light. "I love you too," he said, and took Ilya deep into his throat.

He made a broken sound, his head falling back against the wall as Shane swallowed around him. Shane held him there, feeling Ilya throb in his throat, feeling him shake with the effort of not thrusting, not taking.

Shane pulled back slowly, licking along the shaft as he went. He looked up at Ilya, meeting those desperate blue eyes.

"Baby," Ilya gasped. "I'm so close. Please."

Shane pulled out his phone with one hand, keeping the other on Ilya's hip. He found the app.

"What are you…" Ilya started.

Shane turned it up to level four.

Ilya's whole body jerked, a strangled cry escaping his throat. "Fuck! Shane!"

Shane took him back into his mouth, deep, swallowing around him as the ring pulsed and vibrated unpredictably. He could feel it buzzing against his lips, could feel Ilya's cock pulse and throb on his tongue.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm…" Ilya's fingers tightened in Shane's hair. "Baby, I'm going to, please…”

“Cum for me.” Shane pulled off to say. “Cum for me, daddy.”

Shane hummed as he took him back down his throat, the vibration making Ilya cry out again. He sucked harder, and that was all it took.

Ilya came with a broken shout, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as he spilled down Shane's throat. Shane swallowed it all, working him through it, feeling him pulse and throb against his tongue while the ring continued its relentless pattern.

"Too much," Ilya gasped after a moment, tugging gently at Shane's hair. "Baby, it's…the ring…"

Shane pulled off and immediately turned the ring off. Ilya leaned heavily against the wall, boneless, breathing hard. His cock was still twitching, oversensitive, a few last drops of cum beading at the tip that Shane licked up reverently.

"Holy fuck," Ilya whispered. "That was…I've never-"

Shane pressed a gentle kiss to his hip, then stood on shaky legs. "Good?"

"Good?" Ilya laughed breathlessly, pulling Shane into his arms. "Baby, that was…I think you broke me."

Shane grinned against his chest. "Mission accomplished."

They stood there for a long moment, just holding each other, Ilya's heart racing beneath Shane's ear. Finally, Ilya stirred.

"We should get back out there," he murmured. "Before someone notices we're both gone."

"Yeah," Shane agreed reluctantly. He helped Ilya tuck himself back into his pants, being gentle with the ring still in place. "You okay to keep wearing it?"

Ilya's eyes darkened. "You planning to use it again?"

"Maybe," Shane said innocently. "If you're good."

"I can be so good for you, baby." 

Shane’s breathing picked up at his words. He knew Ilya saw it when a cocky smile took his lips.

"Jury’s still out." Shane kissed him softly. "Come on. Let's go back."

They straightened their clothes, fixed their hair. Shane's knees were sore from the hard floor but he didn't care. The look on Ilya's face, sated and relaxed and so in love, made it all worth it. Can other people see how much he loves me?

They slipped back out into the hallway separately, Ilya first, then Shane a minute later. When Shane made it back to their section, Ilya was already leaning against the booth talking to Boodram about something, looking perfectly composed except for the flush still lingering on his cheeks and the marks visible on his neck.

Shane caught his eye and smiled.

The next hour passed easily. Shane kept close to Ilya like he'd promised, their hands finding each other constantly. A brush of fingers here, a hand on a lower back there. Ilya seemed more relaxed now, laughing easier, the desperate edge gone from his eyes.

They danced a little more, nothing as intense as before. Just swaying together to slower songs, Ilya's arms around Shane's waist, Shane's head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," Ilya murmured against his ear.

"For what?"

"For this. For tonight. For seeing what I needed even when I didn't know how to ask for it."

“Not done with you yet, Ilya.” Shane's heart clenched. He pulled back just enough to look at Ilya's face. "But I'll always take care of you."

Ilya kissed him, soft and sweet and full of a promise to fuck Shane right through their mattress.

An hour turned into an hour and a half. Shane was starting to feel the exhaustion creeping in. From his ribs, from the late hour, from the erection he had been maintaining all night. He could see it in Ilya too.

Time to go home.

Shane pulled out his phone then made his way to his boyfriend’s side. He ran his hand down Ilya’s back to announce his presence. 

And then tapped level one.

Ilya's whole body jumped. His hand shot out to grab for Shane’s body, finding his thigh. He looked back at Shane, brow arched. Shane bumped it to level three. He watched Ilya’s eyes widen and his breathing hitch.

"Ready to go home?" Shane asked.

"Yes," Ilya said, relief evident in his voice. "Take me home, baby."

They said their goodbyes, enduring more hugs and backslaps and more than a few catcalls as they moved for the door.

Finally, they made it to the car. Shane slid into the driver's seat, Ilya into the passenger side. The second the doors closed, Ilya turned to him.

"Please," he said simply. "Baby, please. I need…"

"I know what you need," Shane said, starting the engine. He glanced at the GPS. Twenty minutes home. "But you're going to have to wait a little longer."

"Shane…"

"Here's what's going to happen," Shane interrupted, his voice firm. "You're going to touch yourself. You're going to get yourself close, right to the edge, and then you're going to stop. And you're going to do it twice before we get home."

Ilya stared at him. "You cannot be serious."

"I'm very serious." Shane pulled out of the parking lot, keeping his eyes on the road. "Unzip your pants, daddy. Get your cock out for me."

"We're in car."

"No one can see. It's dark. The windows are tinted. I’m going to be driving 30 to 70 miles per hour." Shane glanced over at him. "Now, be good for your baby."

Ilya's hands were shaking as he unbuckled his belt, popped the button, pulled down the zipper. He freed his cock, already half hard again, the ring still snug at the base.

"Good," Shane praised. "Now touch yourself. Slow. I want to see you get hard for me."

Ilya's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. Shane watched out of the corner of his eye, watched him thicken, watched his head fall back against the headrest.

"That's it," Shane murmured. "Just like that. Nice and slow. Tell me how it feels."

"Feels good," Ilya gasped. "Feels, fuck, sensitive.”

"I know you are." Shane's hand found Ilya's thigh, squeezing. "Do you want me to turn it off?”

“No, no, baby. I can do it. I can handle it.” Ilya’s accent was thicker now, deeper. And it made Shane want to cry.

“I know you can, daddy. You've been so patient. So good for me. Now show me how much you need me. Stroke faster."

Ilya's hand sped up, his breath coming in short gasps. Shane could hear the slick sound of skin on skin as Ilya’s precum was used to ease friction, could see Ilya's hips starting to lift off the seat.

"Twist your hand at the head," Shane instructed. "Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good like this, daddy. Touching yourself for me. Getting close for me."

"Shane," Ilya whimpered. "I'm…I'm getting close."

"Already?" Shane glanced over, saw the flush spreading down Ilya's neck, the way his thighs were trembling. "You really are desperate, aren't you?"

"Yes," Ilya admitted. "Please, can I…"

"No." Shane's voice was firm. "Stop. Right now. Hands off."

Ilya made a sound of pure frustration but obeyed, his hand falling away from his cock. It bobbed against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking again.

"Good boy," Shane praised. "That's one. Just breathe for me. Let it fade."

They drove in silence for a few minutes, Ilya's breathing slowly evening out. Shane kept his hand on Ilya's thigh, his thumb swiping a gentle path over him, a reminder.

"Okay," Shane said after a while. “Give me your hand.”

Ilya blinked twice before his hand came up. Shane caught his wrist and brought it towards his mouth. He kissed the center of Ilya’s palm before spitting into his hand. "Again. Touch yourself for me, daddy."

Ilya's hand was back on his cock immediately, stroking with purpose. He knew what Shane wanted now, knew the game they were playing.

"Just had to have your spit on daddy’s cock, didn’t you? Was it driving you crazy that it wasn’t you?” Ilya chuckled darkly and Shane practically melted into the driver’s seat. “I always want it to be you slicking up my cock. Your tongue, your throat, your spit.”

“Daddy…” Shane moaned, a part of his brain protesting that Ilya was taking his hard-earned control. The other, louder part, preened at his words.

“Feels even better now," Ilya gasped. "More sensitive. Fuck, baby, I don't know if I can stop again."

"You can," Shane said firmly, regaining command of his own voice. "You will. Because I told you to. Because you're good for me."

"I want to be good," Ilya moaned, his hand moving faster. "Want to be so good for you."

"Then show me." Shane's fingers dug into Ilya's thigh. "Get yourself right to the edge again. Let me see how desperate you are. How much you need me."

Ilya was breathing hard now, his hips lifting to meet his hand. "Close," he panted. "Fuck, Shane, I'm so close!"

"Use your other hand," Shane commanded. "Touch your balls. Gentle. Just hold them."

Ilya obeyed, his free hand cupping himself, and the combination made him cry out. 

"You love when I do that, don't you?" Shane's voice dropped lower. "When I take your balls in my mouth. When I suck on them while I stroke your cock.”

"Fuck, Shane!" Ilya's whole body was shaking now.

"Love how heavy they feel. How full. How you whimper and beg when I'm gentle with them." Shane's own breathing was getting heavier. "Love licking them while you're fucking my throat. Feeling them slap against my chin. Feeling how tight they get when you're about to fill my mouth with your cum."

"Oh god, baby, I can't stop. I'm going to, oh fuck, I need…"

"Stop."

Ilya's hands flew away from his body like he'd been burned. His cock twitched desperately, precum leaking down the shaft. His whole body was shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Please," he begged. "Please, Shane."

"Not yet," Shane said, but his voice was softer now. He switched off the ring quickly. "Just a little longer, daddy. We're almost home."

He reached over and took Ilya's hand, lacing their fingers together and bringing it to his lips. "You're doing so well. Daddy is taking it so well.

Ilya made a broken sound. "I am?"

"Yes, daddy," Shane whispered against his knuckles. "So fucking well. I could cum just watching how good you’re being for your baby."

“My baby.” Ilya repeated, squeezing his eyes closed when his cock jumped.

They pulled into their driveway. Shane turned off the engine, the sudden silence deafening. He turned to look at Ilya, taking him in fully since they got in the car.

He was wrecked. Hair mussed, face flushed, lips swollen, marks blooming on his neck. His cock was still out, still hard, still leaking. The ring sat at the base, off, but its presence undeniable.

"Inside," Shane said. "Now. Don't even bother putting it away. I don’t want to fuck with that zipper again.

Ilya blinked at him. "What? The neighbors."

"It's two in the morning. No one's awake." Shane opened his door. "Come on, daddy. Let's go home so I can take care of you properly."

Ilya stumbled out of the car, his jeans still open, his cock jutting out obscenely. Shane came around, leaning down to suck Ilya’s cockhead softly.

“Oh fucking…” Ilya’s voice was too loud but it just made Shane suck harder. Ilya’s hands in his hair yanked Shane off of him. The darkness in his eyes made Shane grin up at him. “What the fuck was that?”

“Needed to taste you.”

Ilya hauled Shane over his shoulder and moved towards the door. Shane laughed, his hands trailing up and down Ilya’s back then down to his ass.

“I don’t appreciate this ass nearly enough.” Ilya’s hand slapped down on Shane’s left ass cheek before Shane heard the beeps of the electric lock being unlocked. “Maybe tonight?”

Ilya froze halfway over the threshold and suddenly Shane was back on his feet, his back against the front door and Ilya pressing flush into his. “Use more words.”

Shane's heart was racing. They'd done this before, Shane licking Ilya's ass, but only a handful of times. Only when Ilya was struggling, when the weight of everything got too heavy, when he needed to let go completely. It had always been treated as something specific to his worst, something Ilya only asked for when he desperately needed it.

But not tonight. Tonight Ilya wasn't in a dark place. He was happy, sated, loved. And he was asking anyway.

Shane's hands came up to cup Ilya's face, his thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. "Can I lick your pretty hole, daddy?” Ilya shivered. “Want me to spread you open and lick you until you're begging? Want my tongue inside you, fucking you slow while I stroke your cock?"

Ilya's breath caught, his eyes widening slightly.

"Want to taste every inch of you," Shane continued, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Want to make you feel so good you forget your own name. Want to tongue-fuck you until your legs are shaking and you're sobbing to fuck me. Want to lick you until you're so desperate you'll beg me to let you cum inside me. I want you to fill me up daddy. "

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter 9: Splitting me open

Chapter Summary

Shane's plan is finally completed.

Chapter Notes

Thanks so much for all the kudos and comments and being so into it 😍 Also for allowing me to extend this bitch by three chapters because I couldn't stop

"Fuck," Ilya breathed, his hips grinding forward involuntarily. "Yes. Yes, baby, please. Want all of that."

"Then take me to bed, daddy," Shane said, biting gently at Ilya's lower lip. "Take me to our room and give me that pretty hole."

Ilya kissed him hard and Shane lost where he was in time and space. 

Suddenly they were in their bedroom, a trail of clothes behind them and Ilya’s perfect cock shiny with precum in the dim lights of their room. A sheen of sweat was now obvious on his chest and Shane wanted to lick him clean.

Focus. One thing at a time. He’ll be even more sweaty when I’m done with him.

Ilya's cock jutted out proudly, still wearing the ring, flushed and leaking. Shane pushed him toward the bed.

"On your stomach," Shane commanded, nudging him again. "Get a pillow under your hips. Want you on your knees for me, daddy."

Ilya's breath hitched but he obeyed, grabbing a pillow and positioning it under his hips before rising to his knees, his chest still pressed to the mattress. The position arched his back, put him on display, left him completely exposed and vulnerable in a way that made Shane's chest ache with love.

Jesus Christ how can somebody look this good? Greek fucking God.

"So beautiful," Shane breathed, climbing onto the bed behind him. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Spread open for me. Being so good for me."

"Always want to be good for you. Keep you happy," Ilya whispered, his hands gripping the sheets.

Shane ran his hands up the backs of Ilya's thighs, squeezing gently. "Spread your knees wider for me, daddy."

Ilya obeyed, his knees sliding further apart on the mattress. Shane groaned at the sight, Ilya's perfect hole, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, the ring still snug at the base.

Shane pressed kisses up the backs of Ilya's thighs, taking his time, making Ilya wait. He could see goosebumps rising on Ilya's skin, could hear his breathing getting heavier.

"Baby, please," Ilya whimpered.

Shane bit his right ass cheek hard enough to earn a moan before leaning in and licked a long, slow stripe from his balls all the way up to his tailbone. Ilya cried out, his whole body jerking at the sensation.

"Shh," Shane soothed, his hands firmly holding Ilya open. "Let me take care of you. Just feel, daddy. Just let yourself feel good."

He licked again, this time circling Ilya's hole with the tip of his tongue. Slow. Teasing. Making Ilya squirm.

"Shane," Ilya gasped, his hips pushing back. "Fuck, that feels…"

"Good?" Shane asked, pressing a kiss to the crease where his ass met his thigh. "Does it feel good, daddy?"

"Yes," Ilya moaned, his face buried in the sheets. "So good. Please, more."

Shane gave him more. He flattened his tongue and licked broad strokes, covering every inch. Then he pointed his tongue and pressed against Ilya's hole, feeling it flutter against him.

"Oh god," Ilya's hands fisted in the sheets, his back arching deeper. "Baby, your tongue, fucking Christ, I don’t tell you enough how good that tongue is."

“Tell me.” Shane’s voice was muffled but Ilya immediately began to ramble.

“So good! You’re so good. Perfect for daddy. So good for daddy. Love it, love it…”

Shane ran his hands up and down Ilya’s back, letting his nails dig in gently. Ilya’s back arched into his touch, pushing himself back further against Shane’s face.

Shane worked him slowly, alternating between broad licks and pointed pressure. His own cock was achingly hard, leaking against his thigh, but he ignored it. This was about Ilya. About making him feel cherished and wanted and safe.

After a few minutes, Shane pulled back slightly, admiring his work. Ilya's hole was wet and pink, twitching every time Shane's breath ghosted over it.

"You look so pretty like this," Shane murmured. "All wet from my tongue. Spread open for me."

He pressed his tongue against Ilya's hole again, this time pushing in. Ilya cried out, his hips pushing back to take more.

"Yes," Ilya gasped. "Fuck, yes, baby. Your tongue inside me. Feels so good."

Shane fucked him with his tongue, slow and deliberate, feeling Ilya clench around him. One of his hands reached under to wrap around Ilya's cock, stroking in time with his tongue.

He leaned to the side and sucked one of Ilya's balls into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue while his hand worked Ilya's cock.

"Baby, baby, baby," Ilya was chanting now, overwhelmed by sensation. "So good. You're so good to me."

Shane released his ball with a wet pop, his tongue going back to Ilya's hole. This time when he pushed his tongue inside, he stroked Ilya's cock faster, twisting his wrist at the tip just the way Ilya liked. He could feel the ring under his palm, could feel Ilya getting harder, thicker.

"Gonna cum," Ilya warned, his voice breaking. "Shane, I’m..you have to stop, baby. Shane, stop.”

Shane stopped. Both his tongue and his hand stilling completely. He watched Ilya deflate into the mattress, his lungs gasping in air and his cock leaking and angry inches from Shane’s face. “Ilya? You ok, my love?”

"Yes," he choked out, pushing up onto his elbows. Shane leaned up over Ilya's back, trailing soft kisses up his spine. "Need to cum in you. Need to fuck my load so deep you'll feel it tomorrow. Need to fill up my baby, mark you from the inside."

Shane’s cock jumped.

He bit down on Ilya’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. Ilya chuckled with a hiss, turning his head to find Shane’s face. He rolled to his side, locking a leg around Shane’s to pull him under Ilya’s body.

Oh.

Ilya loomed over Shane, his chest moving rapidly as he caught his breath. His eyes were dark, feral and Shane knew he was running out of time to keep the beautiful man under his control. 

“Phone.” he managed to say and saw Ilya frown in confusion. “I need my phone.”

Ilya grumbled low in his throat as he shoved himself off of the bed, disappearing from the room. Shane heard the rustle of fabric and then Ilya was back, phone in hand. Ilya stood beside the bed, his cock throbbing against his stomach. Shane licked his lips at the sight.

“Do you want inside me, daddy?” Shane asked

“You know I do.” Ilya said, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out the lube. “Flat on your back, baby.” he commanded, some of that dominant edge creeping back into his voice. "Want to see your face. Want to watch you fall apart for me."

Shane lay back against the pillows, spreading his legs as he watched Ilya squirt lube onto two fingers. Ilya settled between them, his free hand stroking up Shane's thigh.

"So pretty," Ilya murmured, his slick fingers circling Shane's hole. "So perfect for me. My pretty baby."

Shane gasped as the first finger pressed inside. "Ilya!"

"Shh," Ilya soothed, working his finger deeper. "Take what daddy gives you."

He took his time, working Shane open with careful precision. One finger became two, scissoring and stretching, finding that spot inside that made Shane cry out.

"There," Shane gasped. "Fuck, right there, daddy."

"I know," Ilya's voice was smug even as his hand shook slightly. "Know exactly where to touch you. Know your body better than anyone."

He added a third finger and Shane arched off the bed, his cock leaking against his stomach. "Please," he whimpered. "Please, I'm ready. I need you."

"Not yet," Ilya said, but his voice was strained. Shane could see how hard he was, the ring making his cock look impossibly thick, precum dripping steadily from the tip. "Want you so open for me. Want you to take me easily."

"I can take it," Shane insisted. "I can take you, daddy. Please. Need to feel you inside me."

Ilya made a broken sound, pulling his fingers out. "Okay. Okay, yes." His hands were shaking as he reached for more lube, slicking his cock. The ring glistened obscenely at the base.

Shane sat up, pushing Ilya back against the headboard. “I want to ride you, daddy

Ilya's eyes darkened. "Fuck yes. Take what you need, baby. Use me."

Shane straddled him, reaching back to line Ilya's cock up with his hole. The head pressed against him, thick and blunt, and Shane sank down slowly.

"Oh fuck," they both gasped as Shane took him in. Inch by inch, feeling the stretch, feeling how the ring made him even thicker.

"So big," Shane panted, halfway down. "Fuck, daddy, you're so big. Splitting me open."

"That's it," Ilya's hands gripped Shane's hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it all, baby. Take every inch of daddy's cock."

Shane sank down the rest of the way, both of them groaning when he was fully seated. He could feel the ring pressed against him, could feel it sitting snug at Ilya's base.

"Give me a second," Shane gasped, adjusting to the fullness. "Just—fuck—give me a second."

Ilya's hands stroked soothingly up and down his sides. "Take your time. You feel so good, baby. So tight around me. So perfect."

After a moment, Shane started to move. Slow at first, just rolling his hips, getting used to the sensation. Then faster, lifting up and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that had them both gasping.

"That's it," Ilya encouraged. "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you need it."

Shane braced his hands on Ilya's shoulders, using the leverage to move faster. Each downstroke made the ring press against his sac and cock, made him feel impossibly full.

"Can feel the ring," Shane gasped. "Every time I, fuck! Every time I take you deep, I can feel it."

"Yeah?" Ilya's hips started thrusting up to meet him. "You like that? Like feeling daddy all the way inside you?"

"Yes," Shane moaned. "Love it. Love feeling you stretch me."

One of Ilya's hands wrapped around Shane's leaking cock, stroking in time with their movements. "Tight little hole always stretches so good for me," he growled. “My perfect baby. Taking my cock so well."

Shane reached for his phone on the nightstand, fumbling for the app.

"What are you…" Ilya started, then his eyes went wide. "Shane, I’ll…"

Shane tapped level two.

Ilya shouted, his hips jerking up hard, burying himself deeper and holding Shane down to the hilt. Shane could feel it now, the vibration pulsing through Ilya's cock, buzzing against his inner walls.

"Oh god," Shane gasped. "I can feel it. Can feel it vibrating inside me."

"Fuck," Ilya breathed, his eyes locked on Shane's face. "What does it feel like? Tell me, baby. Tell me exactly what you feel."

Shane's head fell back, his hips rolling against Ilya’s "It's, fuck, it's everywhere. Can feel it buzzing against my prostate. Makes everything more intense. Makes you feel even bigger inside me."

"More," Ilya demanded, his hands gripping Shane's hips tighter. "Tell me more. Want to know everything."

"Every time I move," Shane panted, rolling his hips down, "it hits different spots. The vibration just…just spreads through me. Makes my whole body feel like it's buzzing. Like you're touching me everywhere at once."

Ilya's eyes darkened with understanding. "I could make you feel it more."

Before Shane could respond, Ilya was moving. He flipped them smoothly, Shane's back hitting the mattress as Ilya stayed buried inside him. Shane gasped at the change in angle, at how much deeper Ilya felt like this.

"Daddy!"

"Let me," Ilya growled, pulling Shane's legs up over his shoulders, folding him nearly in half. "Let me fuck you properly. Make you feel every inch of this cock. Every vibration."

He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in. Shane cried out, his hands flying to Ilya's shoulders.

"That's it," Ilya's hand curled around Shane's shoulder, using it as leverage as he started to thrust. Hard. Deep. Relentless. "Feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?"

"Yes!" Shane gasped. Each thrust drove the air from his lungs, drove Ilya's cock against his prostate with devastating precision. The ring buzzed constantly, the vibration spreading through him with every stroke. "Fuck, daddy, so deep!"

Ilya other hand pressed into Shane’s chest, pinning him down as he fucked into him while his fingers squeezed at his pec. "You can feel the ring better like this, yes?”

"Yes, yes, yes," Shane was babbling now. "Can feel everything. Feel you so deep. Feel it buzzing right against—oh fuck—right there!"

"Right here?" Ilya angled his hips, grinding the ring against Shane's prostate. Shane's whole body seized, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. "Yeah, that's the spot. That's where my baby needs it."

He set a brutal pace, his hand firm on Shane's shoulder, using it to pull Shane down onto his cock with every thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall, the bed creaking beneath them.

"Touch yourself," Ilya commanded, his voice rough. "Want to feel you cum around my cock while this ring is buzzing inside you."

Shane's hand flew to his cock, stroking desperately. He was so close already, the combination of Ilya's cock, the angle, the relentless vibration pushing him right to the edge.

"That's it," Ilya panted, sweat dripping down his chest. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how good daddy makes you feel. Show me what this ring does to you."

Shane managed to string thoughts together enough to turn it up to level four. His favorite.

"Fuck!" Ilya's rhythm stuttered, his cock pulsing inside Shane. The increased vibration was overwhelming, buzzing harder against Shane's prostate, spreading through his entire body.

"Cumming," Shane gasped. "Daddy, I'm…"

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his whole body convulsing as he came hard, spilling over his fist and across his stomach. His hole clenched rhythmically around Ilya's cock, the vibration from the ring amplifying every pulse of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, baby, I can feel you," Ilya groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Feel you squeezing me. So tight. So perfect. Gonna…fuck! Gonna fill you up…"

He slammed in one more time, grinding deep, and Shane felt it. Felt Ilya pulse inside him, felt the heat of his release, felt the ring buzzing through it all. Ilya's hand on his shoulder tightened almost painfully as he emptied himself, his whole body shaking. It made Shane’s cock twitch and another rope of cum leaked out.

“Shane!” Ilya cried out, his body shaking so hard the bed shook. “Off, baby, off, oh please, off!”

“Oh!” Shane’s shaky hand fumbled with the phone to turn the ring off.

Ilya gasped and his body went limp, collapsing fully onto Shane with all his weight. Shane felt the air pushed from his lungs, felt Ilya's sweat-slick chest sliding against his own, felt his heart hammering where their bodies pressed together. Ilya's face buried in Shane's neck, his breath hot and ragged against Shane's skin. 

The full weight of him was grounding, comforting, a blanket of muscle and heat and the man Shane loved more than anything. Shane's hands came up to stroke Ilya's back, feeling the tremors still running through him, feeling the way his muscles jumped and twitched with aftershocks. 

Ilya was mumbling something in Russian against his neck, words Shane couldn't quite catch but understood the meaning of anyway.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both trembling, breathing hard.

Finally, Ilya carefully pulled out, both of them hissing at the sensitivity. But instead of immediately pulling Shane into his arms like he usually did, Ilya rolled onto his back beside him, his arm coming up to cover his face.

Shane's stomach dropped.

He turned his head to look at Ilya, taking in the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his jaw was working, the arm thrown over his eyes blocking Shane out.

Did I push too far? Was it too much?

"Ilya?" Shane's voice came out smaller than he intended. "Are you okay?"

Ilya's mouth opened, closed. Opened again. But no words came out.

Oh fuck.

Shane's heart started racing for a different reason now. He pushed himself up on his elbow, ignoring the ache in his body, the cum leaking out of him. None of that mattered if Ilya wasn't okay.

"Ilya," Shane tried again, his hand hovering over Ilya's chest, not quite touching. Afraid to touch. "Can you talk to me?”

"I…" Ilya's voice came out hoarse, wrecked. He cleared his throat, tried again. "Just…give me…"

He's trying to find the words to tell me I went too far. He's trying to figure out how to tell me without hurting my feelings.

Shane pulled his hand back, curling it against his own chest. He nearly collapsed when Ilya’s hand found his, locking their fingers together before he pulled Shane into his arms. His mouth was everywhere pressing kisses to Shane’s hair, his forehead, his chin, his cheeks, his neck, his ears.

“Stop thinking.” Ilya whispered, finally meeting Shane’s eyes.

Shane didn’t expect his eyes to be so soft, warm. Maybe a little dazed but as attuned to watching Shane’s expression. “I can’t help it.” he mumbled, earning a grin.

“I couldn’t get my mouth to work or my body to move.” Ilya told him. “I just need a sec, ok moy lyubov?”

“Ok.”

“Ok what?”

“Ok daddy.”

“Good boy.” Ilya mumbled, leaning in to kiss him softly. Shane brought his hands up to cup his face, his thumbs stroking over his cheekbones. “My baby. Fuck I love you.”

“I love you.”

Ilya kissed the air out of his lungs before settling into the sweet press of lips that made Shane’s insides go to goo.

"Holy fuck," Ilya finally breathed. "That was…neveroyatnyy.”

Incredible.

"Yeah," Shane agreed, completely boneless. "Yeah it was."

"We really should clean up," Ilya murmured after a while, though he made no move to let Shane go.

"Don't want to move," Shane mumbled against his chest.

"Me neither," Ilya admitted. "But you're leaking all over the sheets and I can feel myself dripping out of you."

Shane's face heated. "I like it though."

"Jesus," Ilya huffed out, and Shane could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice. "I need to get this ring off of me, though." He pressed one more kiss to Shane's forehead before carefully sitting up. Shane made a sound of protest as Ilya's warmth disappeared.

Shane pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as Ilya carefully worked the ring off his softening cock. He hissed at the sensitivity, moving slowly.

"Here," Shane reached out. "Let me."

Ilya's hands fell away and Shane took over, being as gentle as possible. The ring had been on for hours now, and there was a slight indentation where it had sat at the base of Ilya's cock. Shane's fingers traced over it carefully, the ring still snug halfway up Ilya’s cock.

"Does it hurt?" Shane asked looking up at him, worried. “You ok?

"No hurt, all fine," Ilya assured him. "Just sensitive. Feels weird to have it off after so long."

Shane finally worked it free, holding the ring up. It was slick with lube and cum, the small vibrator attachment coated.

"I'll clean this," Shane said.

"We'll clean it," Ilya corrected. "After we shower. Come on, baby. Let me take care of you."

He stood, then bent to scoop Shane up into his arms. Shane yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Ilya! Your back!"

"Is fine," Ilya said, carrying him toward the bathroom. "You weigh nothing."

"I weigh 210 pounds!"

“Is nothing.” 

Shane stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching Ilya finish remaking the bed. The pile of soiled sheets half in the hamper, half on the floor. “I told you I would do that.”

Ilya looked up in surprise. “Yeah, but wanted you to not have wait.”

Shane smiled at his thickening accent. Ilya was exhausted based on how much English he was losing. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing. You are my baby. I treat my baby so good they’ll never want to leave me.” Ilya said it like a joke, a smile on his face but the words landed in Shane’s stomach like lead. “Come get in bed with me, moy dusha.”

Shane kept the words on his tongue, not wanting to ruin the blissed out feeling in the room. He crawled into the fresh sheets, meeting Ilya in the center of the King-sized bed. Shane tucked himself against Ilya’s side and threw one leg over his.

Ilya’s hands stroked shapes on his back and arm before one tangled in his hair, tipping Shane’s head back slightly so their eyes met. “Your plan was amazing. Did I tell this?”

Shane laughed, burying his face against Ilya’s neck. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“You exhausted me to bone. I am dead.”

“Worst ways to go.”

“How are your ribs, baby? Was I too much?”

“They’re sore.” Shane admitted, feeling Ilya tense beneath him. “But not bad at all.”

“Are you lie?”

“I’m not lie.” Shane told him, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s pulse. “I’m ok. I’m better than ok. You fucked the hell out of me.”

“Was good?”

“Was amazing.”

“Mm, you’re so good. My good boy.”

"Your baby," Shane corrected softly.

"My baby," Ilya agreed. "Always my baby."

They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Shane listening to Ilya's heartbeat slow as sleep started to pull him under.

"Shane?" Ilya's voice was barely a whisper.

"Yeah, daddy?"

"You can have it whenever you want too. The control. The ring. All of it. Not just special occasions."

Shane lifted his head to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Ilya's eyes were already closed, but there was a small smile on his lips. "Like it when you take care of me. Like letting go. Like being yours."

"You're always mine," Shane said, pressing a kiss to his chest. He hesitated for just a second, then decided to say it. "And you know... I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to worry about losing me."

Ilya's eyes opened slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "What?"

"Earlier," Shane said softly. "You said you treat me so good so I'll never want to leave. But Ilya, I'm not going to leave. Not tomorrow, not next year, not ever. You're not going to wake up one day and find me gone."

Ilya was quiet for a long moment, his hand stilling on Shane's back. When he spoke, his voice was rough. "Sometimes I think... what if you realize you can do better? What if you wake up and see I'm not enough? Or I’m too much?”

"That's never going to happen," Shane said firmly. "You're it for me. You think I waited so long to have that I’d let you go? If we’re ever not a ‘we’ it’ll be because you leave me.”

“I’ll never leave. You’re best thing, the best fucking thing, I’ve ever had.”

"You're stuck with me, daddy. Forever."

Ilya's arms tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer. "Promise?"

"Promise," Shane kissed him softly. "You're mine and I'm yours. That's not changing."

Ilya's arms tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer. "Good."

"Good," Shane echoed.

“I’m still going to take care of you, yes?”

“Yes, please do. I love it.”

"Mmm," Ilya hummed, his hand sliding down to squeeze Shane's ass possessively. "Especially now. Filled you up so good. You'll feel me tomorrow."

"Exactly what I wanted," Shane said, heat flooding through him despite his exhaustion. "Want to feel you. Want to remember tonight every time I sit down."

"Greedy baby," Ilya murmured, but his voice was soft and adoring. "Already planning the next time?"

"Maybe," Shane admitted. "You're going to be gone for two weeks. Have to drain these," Shane's hand cupped Ilya's sac, the Russian's hips lifting in response, "Over and over before you leave."

Ilya groaned softly. "You're going to kill me."

"No," Shane said, grinning against his chest. "Just going to keep you very, very satisfied." He lifted his head again to press a soft kiss against the marks he’d left earlier. “Going to enjoy seeing these on TV. Evidence of me for everyone to see.”

“Shit that makes me want to rail you.”

“Tomorrow.”

Ilya's breathing was already starting to even out, sleep pulling him under. Shane could feel the exact moment Ilya's body went fully relaxed, his hand stilling on Shane's skin, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath Shane's ear.

Shane lay there for a while longer, not quite ready to let go of the night yet.

Tonight had been perfect.

Shane pressed one more kiss to Ilya's chest, right over his heart.

"Love you, daddy," he whispered.

Ilya's arms tightened around him in his sleep, and Shane smiled.

One ring plan complete. He thought, Now to implement the plan for other ring. 

The size 12 black and gold ring waiting in the inner lining pocket of his suitcase.

Chapter End Notes

And that's all she wrote on this one! I'll be back for more of our shameless smut. If there's a tag you'd like to see let me know, but I might start with something from our soft dom Ilya's POV. I haven't done much there.

See you soon babes