Rating:

Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Patrice Drapeau

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English

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Published: 2026-09-19 Words: 43,256 Chapters: 2/2

quickshot

Summary

Shane Hollander is in a slump. As the captain of arguably the most dominant team in the NHL, he couldn’t afford to have off days, but lately, he just couldn’t seem to pull himself out of it. The pressure was finally starting to catch up. So, when his friend stupidly suggests that he needed to get laid, he knew realistically he just didn't have the time...so he goes onto a porn site instead.

Or,

Shane Hollander can't relax, Ilya Rozanov, without knowing, helps him out.

Notes

new fic woo!

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enjoy!

Chapter 1: quickshot

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Shane Hollander was in a rut, and had been for a few months. His game was off, sloppy, distracted. Montreal was on a losing streak and he bore the brunt of it, his jersey was a constant reminder of the heavy responsibility he had. Often, he would stare mindlessly in the mirror at the captain logo etched against the material.

Some days, he wished he could tear it off. 

He couldn’t place what was bothering him, and that unknown was only frustrating him further. Perhaps the long hours travelling had finally caught up to him, the gruelling jet lag that he could once so effortlessly brush off had started to weigh him down. 

Or maybe it was his lack of sleep, the adrenaline from games keeping his body awake until the dead of night as he tossed and turned with an overbearing amount of pressure on his shoulders to carry his team to gold. 

Whatever it was, it needed to end. Immediately. 

Shane wasn’t the type to have an off day. He couldn’t afford to have one, which is why the second it started to happen he attempted to shake it off. Yoga was attempted, massages were booked, and early nights were had… but nothing seemed to help. It was as though the more he did, the worse he got.

His family were the first to notice, commenting on his tired looking eyes and slumped demeanor but as always, he ignored their concerns and focused on winning. But when his team and coaches started to bring it up, that’s when it started to nag at him. 

If Shane was anything, it was stubborn. He wasn’t looking for help and advice, especially not over something so mundane. The sheer concept of him being perceived as weak made him uneasy. 

There was a reputation he needed to uphold, as the captain, it was his responsibility to keep the team in check. 

He’d keep it together for them, even if it killed him. But, he was so tired. 

‘Just a bad game, don’t sweat it, captain.’ J.J patted him on his back as Shane skulked back into the locker room with his head hung low, devoid of the usual confidence that radiated off him. 

They lost, again. Against fucking Columbus of all teams. 

Shane had fumbled multiple passes, his team looked a mess and he didn’t dare look on social media to see the backlash from the fans. 

‘Maybe next time.’ He attempted to sound cheery whilst simultaneously taking off his shirt, but it just came off as flat. He felt like a bad captain, and he should’ve made a speech to boost morale but he just couldn’t find the energy. 

‘Definitely next time.’ J.J corrected with a believing smile. 

Shane wasn’t so sure anymore. 

‘Fuck it, we go out tonight.’ Drapeau chimed in from across the room, welcomed by a few jeers of agreement, ‘Hollander, you in?’ 

Eyes fell to him, and Shane honestly wished the ground would swallow him up at this point. ‘No. Not tonight.’ The last thing he needed right now was music blasting far too loud in his ears, strobe lights hurting his eyes and a sore head in the morning. 

‘Come on.’ Drapeau tried to encourage. ‘When was the last time you came out with us?’ 

Months. Shane knew full well it had been months. 

‘I’m just not feeling it.’ He dismissed as he got himself changed. There were murmurs of protest, multiple quips pleading for him to come along, but it fell on deaf ears.

‘The man said no.’ Hayden cut in, shooting Shane a small nod. ‘So leave him alone.’ 

There was a small surge of relief as the team started to back down. 

‘Whatever.’ Drapeau moved past them, giving Shane a pat on the back that suggested that there were no hard feelings. ‘Next time, yeah?’ 

Shane met his eyes with a tight smile that he hoped didn’t look too forced . ‘Yeah. Next time.’ 

‘I’m holding you to that.’ Drapeau teased on his way out. 

Shane dropped the smile as quickly as it was there. Slowly, the locker room seemed to filter out, but Hayden seemed to stick around. Unfortunately for Shane, he knew the man well enough to tell that he had something on his mind. 

‘Go on. Say it.’ Shane sighed, wanting to get to the point. 

‘What?’ Hayden retorted, playing coy. ‘Can I not wait behind for my friend?’ 

Shane shot him a deadpan look and that was enough for Hayden to crack. ‘Okay. Fine, Jesus.’ He held his hands up in mock surrender. ‘I’m just worried about you, dude.’ 

‘I’ve already told you I’m fine.’ Shane hit back, defensive in his response as he threw his gear into his bag. 

Hayden watched silently for a second, like he was waiting for Shane to say more but it didn’t come. 

‘Yeah, I know. I get that.’ Hayden replied, searching for the right words to say. ‘I don’t know, you just seem… off?’ 

Shane snorted to himself, like he didn’t already know that. ‘Thanks man.’ 

‘Not in a bad way–look, I’m no good at this sort of thing, but you’re just not acting like yourself.’ Hayden responded with a bit of a wince, not really knowing what else to say. 

But Shane knew what he was trying to communicate and he knew his friend was trying to uncover the reason as to why he was playing so poorly. 

‘I’m good, okay?’ Shane glanced up from his bag and mustered another tight smile. ‘I just need to catch up on some sleep and I’ll be fine.’ 

Hayden didn’t look so convinced. ‘You know you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right?’ 

There wasn’t a response right away, Shane staring blankly down at his bag as he tried to muster up his next words. 

Hayden was a good friend, and Shane did feel bad about his dismissiveness. But truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. If he didn’t know what the problem was, then how was anybody else going to figure it out and be able to help?

‘I’m good. Promise.’ He didn’t attempt a smile this time. 

‘Alright…’ Hayden trailed off as he finished getting changed. ‘You could do with a holiday or something.’ 

Shane laughed quietly. ‘With what time?’ 

‘Off season is coming up, you should go somewhere, relax a little.’ Hayden’s suggestion wasn’t bad in theory, but the issue was that Shane didn’t really get off time. Even when he wasn’t playing, his calendar was full with various brand deals or sponsorships that he was contractually obligated to fulfill. 

There wasn’t time for a holiday. 

‘I’m going to the cottage for a week.’ Shane replied. Mentally he had already been counting down the days until he got to go to his safe haven again, where he could finally escape from all the noise. 

‘Wow, a week?’ Hayden replied sarcastically to which Shane rolled his eyes. ‘Dude, you’ve been working your ass off for months now, you need to take a proper break.’

With a shrug, Shane slung his bag over his shoulder. ‘It’s all I have time for.’ 

He went to leave, but Hayden trailed behind. ‘There are other ways to relax...’ He continued. 

Shane already knew he was about to conjure up some bullshit which he usually found endearing, but unfortunately for his friend, he wasn’t particularly in the mood for it right now. 

‘I’m sure there is.’ He kept on walking, trying to keep a few steps ahead. ‘And if I need any more ideas, I have your number.’ 

Hayden, if anything, was persistent. ‘You could go get laid.’ 

There it was. The bullshit. 

Shane cast him a glance over his shoulder, gaze bored and eyes tired. The look alone was enough to communicate that he was done with this conversation. 

‘What!’ Hayden exclaimed. ‘I’m serious, dude. Sex might help you loosen up a little–’ 

‘–We are not having this conversation.’ Shane cut him off before he could even finish his sentence. 

‘Oh, come on. When was the last time you got laid? Be honest with me.’ Hayden fired back, catching up to Shane’s quick pace. 

‘None of your business.’ Shane replied. Admittedly, it had been a while. But he was never the type of guy that needed to get off everyday. He liked sex, it was fun, but he wouldn’t call it a necessity. 

‘That in itself tells me the truth, man.’ Hayden sighed out with a flare of dramatics. ‘Look, when I get a little wound up, me and Jackie–’ 

‘No, nope. Absolutely not.’ Shane covered his ears and kept walking. ‘I have no interest in hearing about your sex life.’ 

‘Fine.’ Hayden conceded as Shane finally dropped his hands. ‘I’m just saying, maybe put yourself out there a little, it’s not like it’s hard for you to find someone.’ 

He had a point. Shane certainly wasn’t starved of attention - all you had to do was look at his direct messages to see a multitude of DM’s from beautiful men and women shooting their shots. 

But Shane never took any interest. 

‘I’ll think about it.’ He would’ve said anything at this point to end the conversation, yet Hayden’s smile was enough to suggest that he was pleased with his answer. 

‘Good. You better.’ His friend replied in triumph. ‘You’re far too hot to be alone.’ 

Shane cracked a smile, finally. ‘You’re so fucking weird.’ 

‘It’s what I’m here for.’ Hayden replied with a grin. 

Shane didn’t think about it, and as soon as the conversation ended he wiped it clean from his mind and carried on with his gruelling routine. 

Days passed and things weren’t getting better. The longer it went on, the more agitated he seemed to get and the sloppier he would play.

It was as though he had this knot in his chest that just wouldn’t go away, like he was sinking under the pressure and desperately trying to claw his way back out to no avail. 

He was short in his interviews, snappy to his team, and spent more time on the bench than on the ice due to his short temper. 

It was a feeling he just couldn’t seem to shake and one that was so out of character for him.

Once again he was awake at night, restless and frustrated. In a way he felt as though he wasn’t deserving to feel this way - he had a beautiful home, money, and a good circle of friends. He had everything he ever wanted and more, so why did he feel so numb? He had no right to feel so sorry for himself.

Deciding sleep just wasn’t going to come, he reached across for his laptop to pass the time. He browsed aimlessly through social media, mindlessly liking posts, scrolling through funny videos. 

He knew it would be much more productive to pick up a book but right now he didn’t care. 

But then, in a moment of weakness, when the tunnel of videos weren’t filling the void, he thought of Hayden’s stupid words. 

He had no time to date, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get himself off in other ways.  

In the darkness of his room, he sat up a little, clicking onto a site that he hadn’t used since he was a late teenager. 

Porn didn’t usually do it for him, he found it too over the top, devoid of any true feeling which, for Shane, was what sex was all about. 

But it couldn’t hurt to try. 

He was met with a screen full of explicit videos, thumbnails that left nothing to the imagination and titles that were just as vulgar. Nothing caught his eye as he filtered through the abundance of tags, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choice there was. 

He clicked on a couple, but as beautiful and attractive as the men were, it did nothing. Like usual, he stared blankly at the screen, soft moans playing in the buds of his ears whilst he wondered why he couldn’t let go. 

Even in the comfort of his own bed, it was as though his body was fighting his plea to relax. 

‘Stupid.’ He murmured to himself as he clicked through a few more, already close to giving up. 

But the live section caught his eye, red letters practically daring him to click. So, naturally, he did. 

He started to curiously swipe through, watching real people in real time performing for thousands of viewers. There was something for everyone, ladies dressed in leather with collared men by their feet, people tied up in knots presenting themselves for the camera, toy reviews, casual sex. It had everything from one end of the spectrum to the other. 

Shane swallowed, silently drinking it in as he moved his way through the site. Nothing had stood out just yet, but at least this section felt a little more real than the scripted scenes. 

He browsed for a little longer, never sticking on one video for too long.

Suddenly, one took his interest. 

A deep rumble of a voice pulled him in, wrapped in a beautiful accent that had Shane’s hand moving away from the keypad. 

‘Are you all going to be good for me today?’ It was a man’s voice, dripping with seduction. 

The video was dim, almost grainy. You could tell there was a lamp somewhere in the room so the screen wasn’t plunged into complete darkness, but the setting was natural, giving it a homemade feel as the man, who was currently faceless, held the camera in one hand. 

Lighting didn’t matter, everything could still be seen and if anything, the shadows only seemed to accentuate the man’s body even more. 

Big hands gripped a fleshlight, veins shooting up into strong looking forearms. But Shane didn’t have much time to ogle over them, because as the man lowered the camera further, he felt himself practically salivate. 

This man had the most beautiful cock Shane had ever seen, large, around nine-inches, thick and uncut. But that wasn’t all, because right at the tip of his cock was a barbell that went straight through the head. 

The lighting caught the piercing so beautifully under the ambient lighting of the room, making it stand out with a pretty glint every time the man would move. 

In the right mind, Shane’s logical brain would be wondering how badly a piercing like that would hurt. But he wasn’t in the right mind, he was coaxed in by a deep lull wrapped in a delicious russian accent. 

The faceless man was teasing himself, or by the looks of things, teasing the audience. There were thousands of people watching, the numbers racking up by the minute as the chat flew by. 

Shane swallowed as the man dipped his cock into the fleshlight, eyes curiously watching as the toy stretched around his thick girth. 

‘I don’t know if you guys have been good enough to see me fuck it yet.’ 

Adjusting himself, Shane got himself comfortable as the chat cut in with pleas and protests. This man had them all wrapped around his finger, and Shane could see the appeal. 

His movements were slow on purpose, teasing the toy against his tip and pulling away again with a hum of amusement. 

‘Oh, am I being mean?’ The man mocked the chat. ‘Do you really think you deserve to see me use it?’ 

Shane couldn’t look away, eyes drawn to the screen as the ball of the piercing dragged leisurely against the silicone. 

He wasn’t sure about the rest of the chat, but he really fucking hoped he was deserving. 

‘Please, please.’ The man mocked as he read through the chat. ‘You sound pathetic.’ 

Stomach curling in excitement, Shane had his fingers hovered over the keyboard. The community drew him in, encouraging him to say something, to play along. 

To let go. 

Just as he was about to type, an advert shot on screen, cutting him off. 

Shane liked to think he was sensible when it came to money, but the second he saw that he could pay for a monthly subscription to watch ad free, he was sold. 

The issue was, he didn’t have an account. Without a second thought, he took note of the man’s username, which was discreetly just ‘Roz’, and quickly followed through in making an account.

He was stumped on the username, but he knew for obvious reasons that he had to make sure it was completely anonymous. There wasn’t time to think, and he just wanted to get back to the video before he missed anything else, so he clicked the auto-generator. 

FreckledBunny. Fuck it, that would do. 

He signed in, searched for the man again and clicked back onto the livestream where his followers were still begging him to stop teasing. Shane didn’t give it a second thought as he clicked subscribe, mindlessly inputting his payment details into the pop-up. 

It went through just as he leant back, allowing himself a rare treat.

‘Roz’ continued to talk as he read through the chat, tone wrapped in seductive degradation. Shane felt himself sink again, body going lax against the bed. 

‘Bunny, thank you for the sub, sweetheart.’ 

‘Holy shit.’ He murmured to himself in the darkness of his own room. He didn’t expect Roz to comment on new followers, especially with a viewership as high as his. 

Being a sub came with its perks, Shane seemed to notice how they had more priority in chat, Roz paid closer attention to them.

With a stupid grin, Shane slumped further under the covers, hand trailing down towards the bulge in his boxers as Roz continued to play with the toy in his hand, purposefully dragging the audience along to make them want. 

And Shane wanted. He wanted to run his nose along the trail of hair on the man’s torso that led straight down to his cock. He wanted to taste the metal tang of the piercing on his tongue and feel the heaviness in his mouth. 

He wanted… no, needed. He needed it so badly. 

‘I think you will have to try a little harder to convince me, I don’t think you guys want it badly enough.’ 

It was easy bait, but the viewers lapped it up. Messages flooded through, practically begging the man to do something. He had them all on edge, just where he wanted them. His dominance was quiet but commanding, somehow pulling Shane into obedience without even showing his face. 

Shane was typing, joining in with the ensemble of fans, equally as desperate. 

First time chatter, FreckledBunny: Please fuck it. 

It was so out of his usual character to partake in something like this, but he felt a rush of excitement to try something new, and hidden behind his secret identity, he felt safe to indulge. 

His message blurred in with the rest, the chatbox was moving so quickly that every now and then it would lag and skip ahead. But Roz took his time, and with perfect patience, he let his audience simmer and wait. 

‘Bunny wants me to fuck it.’ He suddenly said teasingly, his accent wrapped so dreamily around the new alias Shane had created for himself. ‘Shall we be kind to bunny, chat? Give them a proper welcome?’ 

Shane suddenly felt very hot. It was ridiculous how excited he was at his second acknowledgment of the night. He was a grown man for fucks sake, he didn’t get silly parasocial crushes. 

Until now, apparently. 

His response opened the flood gate of people saying yes, and although Shane wasn’t the only one that Roz had replied to, he couldn’t help but delusionally feel a little special at the mention. 

‘Okay.’ The man conceded, it sounded as though he was sporting a smile. Shane wondered what he looked like; he so desperately wanted to put a face to such a perfect body. ‘Just for Bunny, since they’re new to chat.’ 

Shane’s stomach flipped, cheeks hot. He brushed his hand over his crotch for some relief, and at that same moment, Roz sank the toy down onto his cock with an exhale of content. 

‘Fuck, that feels good.’ The man started to move the toy in languid motions and Shane watched with lust, mindlessly slipping his hand into his boxers as he wrapped a hand around himself, copying Roz’s lazy movements. 

He was entranced, hanging on to every last word the man had to say, allowing himself to be guided through. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to, Shane was usually the leader and his job demanded him to be commanding. 

This was anything but, and he welcomed the feeling of not having to think for once. 

‘Whose touching themselves right now?’ He coaxed more interaction with light thrusts into the toy. ‘All so desperate for my cock. I bet you all wish you were under me right now.’ 

Shane let out a soft exhale of pleasure as he touched himself, he was no better than the rest of the chat, who were losing their minds, babbling praises for the man. 

‘We’re going to take it nice and slow tonight, yes? No quick shots.’ The man taunted those in chat who dared to say they were already close. ‘I’m not wasting my time if you’re going to come in the first ten seconds.’ 

His thrusts were steady, controlled, as though he had all the time in the world. Shane couldn’t stop looking at how his cock filled the toy, how well Roz opened it up and made it stretch. 

He was never one to consider himself a size queen until this moment, but Shane had never taken anything as big as the man before, and his body was practically crawling with curiosity. 

Shane wanted to feel every inch, desperate to be taken apart and made to take this man’s cock. 

The chat was just as vulgar as Shane’s thoughts, encouraging him further to slip into unknown territory that left him feeling fuzzy.

‘You’re all being so good for me tonight.’ He purred the praise, holding the camera further up to show his bare chest and defined abs that had Shane practically drooling. 

But that wasn’t all, because after another second the camera flipped and Shane was met with quite possibly the sexiest man he had ever seen in his entire life. He was big, shoulders bare and broad, filled with muscle, pretty curls that Shane could just about tell in the lighting were a mucky blonde. 

And his face, so defined, manly and rugged contrasted with a cute mole adorning the left side of his cheek. His eyes were dark in the room, pairing perfectly with the cocky smile pulling at his lips. 

‘Missed me?’ He teased, and the chat lost it. 

Shane’s lips were parted as he sped up his hand, in awe as the man held the camera up high to show his body, he was easily bigger than Shane, which was a rarity considering he was a professional athlete. 

Roz looked like an adonis, bulging arms, sculpted body with his abs flexing and a big chest. 

Shane wanted to feel his skin against his fingers, trace every last inch of his body to commit it to memory. He couldn’t remember the last time he had wanted something so bad. Shane wasn’t a chaser, he wasn’t the type to have silly little crushes. 

But he couldn’t help himself, and in the darkness and privacy of his bedroom, he felt like it was safe to want. 

Roz met the toy with hard thrusts, camera just high enough that his pretty face was still on display as he worked his cock into the toy. His breathing was heavy, soft hums of pleasure leaving his lips on occasion. 

‘You’re all very horny.’ He mused, clearly reading the chat. With the camera closer, Shane could tell that he had pretty blue eyes. ‘Have I got you worked up already?’ 

Hanging on by a thread, Shane felt heat pool in his stomach embarrassingly quickly. Admittedly, it had been far too long since he allowed himself to indulge like this. 

He should’ve pulled his hand away to calm himself down, but the more the man on his screen spoke, the closer he got. Pleasure spiked through his body as he gazed at the man, eyes dragging down his face, body and then to where his cock was sliding into the inviting hole of the toy. 

He was no better than the chat, he would’ve done anything to be ass up on that man’s mattress right now. 

He was so close, right there. 

Then, his phone rang, and Shane almost yelled in frustration. 

He ignored it at first, but it rang and rang, went silent for a few seconds before it rang again, breaking the immersion the man on the screen had perfectly created. 

His hand slowed, jaw going tight with anger and on the fourth ring, he snapped, slamming his laptop closed.

‘What?’ He picked it up and barked down the phone with one hand still down his boxers. 

‘Jesus Christ.’ Hayden’s voice filled his ears. ‘Hello to you too.’

‘What do you want?’ His response was short, wanting to make it abundantly clear to his friend that now was not the time. 

‘Someone’s grumpy–’ 

‘–Hayden.’ Shane cut him off bluntly as he sat up from the bed. 

‘Whatever.’ His friend sighed out from the other end, brushing off Shane’s attitude. ‘Tomorrow's flight has been cancelled, we’re having to get an earlier one.’ 

Shane paused, their flight was already due around midday. ‘How much earlier?’ 

The silence on the other end let him know it was bad news. ‘...Seven AM.’ Hayden finally replied. 

‘Seven?’ Shane said in exasperation, eyes darting to the clock that was nearing midnight already. ‘They couldn’t get a later one?’ 

‘They tried. I think.’ Hayden’s response was far too passive which only riled Shane up further. ‘But, hey, we get to be roomies again.’ 

‘Great.’ His response dripped with sarcasm. Hayden wasn’t a bad roommate, Shane would choose him over other members of the team, but he had always valued his own space.

‘Hey, be nice.’ Hayden shot back. ‘Go get some sleep, you sound like you need it.’ 

‘Yes, mom.’ Shane said bitterly back, he didn’t mean to be in such a mood but Hayden had managed to catch him at quite possibly the worst time ever. 

The mood had well and truly been killed. 

‘See you tomorrow, dude.’ He replied, as cheerily as ever. 

‘Bye.’ Hanging up, Shane glanced at his laptop with a soft sigh. So much for having some time for himself, now he needed to pack for the even earlier start tomorrow morning. 

Sluggishly, he moved from the bed, bare feet hitting the floor as he packed his bag. Shane was the type to like a routine, he kept a disciplined lifestyle and liked to plan ahead. Last minute changes threw him off, especially sudden ones like this. But unfortunately, that was simply just a downside to the job - unpredictability. 

Usually, he could adapt. But with his current mood, the last thing he needed was a sudden shift in his schedule.

Although he was mostly sour because he wanted to be in bed, watching a sexy man fuck a fleshlight. 

Packing took far too long and by the time he had finished and crawled into bed, he was far too annoyed to get himself off. 

Still, with a glimmer of curiosity, he opened up his laptop to see the man, as predicted, ending the stream. 

The toy had been cast aside, boxers tugged lazily back on as he said his final words to chat. Shane just sighed quietly to himself in disappointment. 

‘Just one thing before I go.’ The man reached down to pick up a discreet looking box. ‘We’re putting out a few more of these since they sold so quickly.’ 

Shane watched as the man unpackaged the item, pulling out a dildo. It was incredibly realistic, big, thick with a piercing on the hea-

Realisation hit him ever so suddenly as he swallowed. 

‘They sell fast, so be quick.’ Roz teased the camera as he pulled down the waistband of his boxers to free his cock, placing the toy side by side with a charming grin. 

It was an exact replica. The exact length, the exact girth, veins in the same places and embellished with the barbel at the head that had Shane going crazy. 

Shane saw how fast the chat flew by, clearly this product was in high demand. 

He needed to have one. 

‘Link is in bio. Bye.’ The screen went black, and Shane shot straight to the link. 

The site was laggy with the amount of people that had jumped on, but Shane stayed persistent, fighting his way through. 

Then he found it, a warning label strewn across that there were only a few left in stock. He added it to his basket, checked out with anticipation as the buffer whirled round his screen for far too long to confirm his payment. 

And then, it went through. 

There should’ve been a weirdness that came with purchasing a toy of another man’s cock online, but Shane couldn’t bring himself to feel the shame right now, too excited for its arrival. 

Whilst he was there, he went back to Roz’s site, noticing other links to his socials. Shane wasn’t one to use his much, his instagram being strictly work. But, like a lot of famous people, he did have a secret account. 

So, he clicked. Once again, he was met with Roz’s perfect face, but in a much more PG manner. Shane wasn’t sure how this man had flown under his radar because he had millions of followers, his posts had thousands of likes and his comments were littered with adoring fans. 

Shane had thought that ‘Roz’ was just a camboy, but that wasn’t the case. He had his full name on his site, ‘Ilya Rozanov’, a pretty name for a pretty face. His pictures were often with other people, usually women in bikinis and shirtless men. 

All showing just enough skin to be allowed on the site. 

With naivety, Shane just thought that Roz- Ilya, had a lot of friends, touchy ones at that. But as he paid closer attention to the captions, he soon realised. 

‘Come watch us have fun!’ One girl posted, with Ilya draped shirtless over her back. His smile was killer, the type that had Shane trailing back for another glance. 

When he saw the link, he soon realised these weren’t friends, these were collaborators. Ilya Rozanov was a porn star, and a very successful one at that. 

He wanted to delve deeper, learn more about the man that had him so transfixed. But he knew logically he couldn’t, not with his new call time. So, with a quick follow on his secret account, he closed his laptop and put himself to bed. 

Travelling was as gruelling as ever. They won both games, but only just enough to keep them in the championship race. It wasn’t good enough, and there was no satisfaction or relief because he didn’t want the team to get through by the skin of their teeth; he wanted to dominate. 

He just needed to snap out of it. 

‘You know…’ Hayden and Shane were sharing a room, both on their phones after a long day. ‘Jackie has this guy friend, he’s gay and–’ 

‘No.’ Shane had heard this speech before. ‘No thanks.’ 

‘He’s cute, let me show you him.’ Hayden fired back, turning his phone to Shane. 

Like always, it was a short, skinny guy. He had floppy brown hair and a kind looking smile, but he just wasn’t Shane’s type. 

‘I’m good.’ He passed as politely as he could do. 

‘Seriously? He’s so nice, he’s called Evan–’ 

‘I’m good. Thanks.’ Shane cut him off and went back to looking at his phone. Hayden wasn’t the first to try and set him up with someone, and whilst he appreciated the attentiveness of his friends, they didn’t seem to grasp his type at all. 

Shane liked his men big, he wanted a man that could throw him around and match his strength. 

‘You’re impossible, you know that?’ Hayden sighed, thankfully dropping the subject early. 

‘You love me.’ Shane replied with his eyes back on his screen. 

They made small talk here and there but both men were tired. Hayden went to sleep first, leaving Shane awake with his thoughts. 

He shifted through his phone for a while, his headphones on as he fell down a tunnel of hockey videos which was usual for him before bed. But when that wasn’t satisfying his boredom, he turned his attention elsewhere. 

And clicked on Ilya Rozanov’s profile. 

Shane didn’t mind admitting to himself that he had a bit of a crush on a pornstar. Ilya was his ideal man, big and buff with a sexy voice. It wasn’t like the two of them would ever meet either, as their worlds were completely separate. 

So he allowed himself something for once and welcomed the feeling, as stupid and childish as it was. 

Ilya was live again, but Shane knew that already. The man went live every Tuesday’s, Thursday’s and Saturday’s. 

Their timezones couldn’t have been that dissimilar because as Shane clicked on, Ilya’s room was dark. He quickly glanced at Hayden to make sure he was asleep, before relaxing into the mattress. 

Ilya was shirtless, talking to chat. It seemed slightly more relaxed than the first stream Shane caught. He was reading out comments and making jokes whilst being lazily sprawled out on his king sized bed. 

He looked beautiful. 

‘I have a few videos out next week.’ His arm was tucked under his head, other hand casually on his toned stomach. ‘They're pretty good, I think you’ll like them.’ 

Shane noticed that Ilya, when not in his character, paid a lot of attention to the chat. 

‘One is a threesome. Very sexy.’ He grinned, replying to a few who were asking what to expect. 

Shane had yet to watch videos of Ilya with other people, mostly because he hadn’t had the time. He wanted to know what type of lover Ilya was, was he just as intense with another as he was for the camera? 

He fucking hoped so. 

His fans were so active, asking question after question and Ilya took his time, trying to answer as many as he could. They all seemed to be incredibly respectful, as though they all knew tonight was a different tone from his usual content. 

Shane liked the community, it was so far from what he had expected. He didn’t know a lot about porn culture so he was more or less stepping into it completely blind, but with his new identity, he felt safe to explore. 

 

What are you filming next? 

He felt as though it was a safe enough question, and it helped that a few others chimed in after to ask the same thing. 

‘I have a few lined up.’ Ilya stretched with a yawn. ‘I fly to New York next week to watch Boston play, so I will film some casual ones whilst I’m there.’ 

 

You’re a hockey fan?

Shane shifted, sitting up some more as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. Of course his silly crush was going to watch his biggest rival. 

‘I like hockey. Yes.’ Ilya hummed, clearly skimming through the chat. ‘Boston fan.’ 

That seemed to get some debate going, his fans chiming in with their own opinions. Shane couldn’t help but read, it was rare he threw himself into hockey discourse, he never paid it any mind in case it led to distractions. 

But he was curious to hear what people were saying. 

‘Montreal are not winning this year.’ Ilya said with a snort, answering another chat. ‘They look lost this season.’ 

That soured Shane’s mood just a touch. 

 

They’re better than Boston. 

It was petty, he knew that. But it wasn’t like anybody was to know it was him. 

But it didn’t matter anyway, his message blended in with the others who were snipping in back and forth. It was nice to know that a strong majority of Ilya’s chat were Montreal supporters. 

‘I will block every Montreal fan in here.’ Ilya was teasing, giving himself away with a stupid little grin. ‘Boston takes the cup this year, just watch.’ 

Shane couldn’t stay mad, not with how Ilya was smiling, purposefully provoking his chat with small quips. 

‘Lots of Hollander fans in chat I see.’ He added with a muse and Shane stilled at the mention of his name. ‘He’s good. I’ll give him that.’ 

With a swallow, Shane brought the phone closer to his face. The chat flooded in with unwavering support for the Montreal captain, unbeknownst to them that he was right there with them. 

It gave him a slight confidence boost seeing so many people sing his praises, although he wasn’t particularly deserving of it right now.

Hollander is sooo hot. 

I love Hollander. 

‘Yes. He is hot.’ Ilya agreed with a fan as he played around with the elastic on his boxers. ‘Very cute.’ 

If Hayden wasn’t in the room, Shane would’ve got up and jumped for fucking joy. Instead, a silly smile spread across his face, giddiness curling in his stomach like he was a teenager. 

Chat took a turn, asking Ilya questions that verged on inappropriate. Questions about them, how good they’d look together. 

‘That’s enough.’ Ilya remained perfectly composed, leading the chat like he always did with his cocky charm. ‘I think I’d be a little too much for him. He seems…innocent.’ 

It was a kinder way of saying he seemed boring. Shane knew that. 

 

How would you know?

His message was undoubtedly defensive, but he couldn’t stop himself from biting. Shane knew he had a certain image, painted as hockey’s golden boy. He was presented as clean cut, polite, oh so nice.

He couldn’t blame Ilya for viewing him as innocent, not when he had been moulded to be perceived that way by the media. 

‘I guess I wouldn’t, bunny.’ Ilya replied casually, fingers still mindlessly playing with the waistband of his boxers. ‘But enough about Hollander before I get hard.’ 

Shane couldn’t gauge if he was joking or not, he hoped it was the latter. He watched until his eyes grew tired, sleep desperately trying to pull his body under. He could’ve listened to Ilya talk for hours, soothing him into slumber. 

But he wasn’t alone in the room, Hayden’s light snoring was a stark reminder of that. 

With one final glance at the beautiful man sprawled across the bed, Shane shut his phone off for the night, warm with knowing that Ilya Rozanov thought he was cute. 

At least he had that going for him. 

His schedule was non-stop. Between being an ambassador for multiple sports brands to training and playing, he found it hard to have time for himself, constantly thinking about the next thing he had to do. 

Occasionally, he tried to sneak into one of Ilya’s lives or put on one of his videos, but he was either far too tired or busy to be horny. 

But tonight was a rarity, because he had the night off. More excitingly, his package had arrived. 

Shane had everything planned out. He had showered, turned off his phone and placed a bottle of lube on his bedside table. At long last, he cozied himself up into the sheets and excitedly opened his laptop.

Ilya wasn’t live yet, but he would be soon. Shane decided to fill that gap by opening up his parcel. 

It wasn’t the first sex toy he had bought. In fact, Shane stored away quite an impressive collection. It sometimes felt like a waste, considering how little they got used, because he didn’t get to be home a lot. Even when he was, something always seemed to get in the way. 

But tonight would be different. 

He pulled out the cardboard, lips curling as the skin coloured silicone came on display. It was probably the biggest toy he owned, and that in itself gave him a rush as he pulled it out to get a better look. 

It was heavier than expected, not quite enough to feel exactly like the real thing, but it was close. It would do just fine. 

The toy looked just like the one he had been fantasizing about, fingers coming up to trail against the prominent vein that led directly to the pierced head. 

Shane had never been with a man who had this type of piercing before, and he was dying to know what it felt like to take. 

As much as he wished it was under the heat of another body, this would have to do. 

He set the toy down, hastily pulling down his boxers as he waited for the livestream to start. In the meantime, he reached for his lube, squirting a generous amount into his hand before wrapping it around his cock with a soft sigh of content. 

There would be no rushing tonight, Shane was determined to take his time, coaxing his body to climax. There would be no distractions, no distributions. Finally, he could relax and watch his favourite show. 

After a few more moments, Ilya went live and Shane felt the noise in his head dissipate. 

‘Hello.’ Ilya’s face lit up the camera, eyes watching as viewers flooded in. ‘I missed you all.’ 

Shane couldn’t help but smile, as silly as it was. 

 

Hi!

He typed with his free hand, the other lazily tugging on his cock. To his surprise, other viewers chimed in too. 

Hi Bunny <3

Welcome in Bunny!

At first he thought it was a bad thing that he had spent so long in Ilya’s chat that the regulars were starting to notice him, but with his identity hidden, he actually liked the warm reception. 

 

Hi Guys :)

‘Welcome back, Bunny.’ Ilya had clocked onto chat, it looked as though it was slightly easier to read the messages as people were only just coming in. ‘Where have you been?’ 

 

Busy :( 

He didn’t expect Ilya to notice his absence, not with how many adoring fans he spoke to every night. But it was nice, he relished any amount of attention he could get, even if it was small. 

‘Ah, busy? That’s okay. I’ll take care of you tonight.’ Shane didn’t realise how desperately he needed to hear those words. For once, he needed someone else to take charge. 

As the viewership went up, the less Ilya could keep up with chat. He tried, but they were flying past by the second. 

‘What shall we do tonight?” He asked teasingly, adjusting the camera towards the end of the bed before laying down. 

Shane didn’t think he’d ever get over how broad Ilya was, he had this urge to climb all over him. 

He reached further down, thighs spreading some more as he released his cock and trailed his fingers towards his ass. 

It had been a while since he got off like this, it had been a while since he had got off at all but his favourite type of release was when it was bundled with a feeling of fullness. 

The chat threw out ideas, and Ilya carefully took his time as he tugged down his boxers to let his cock free. Filthily, he spat down onto his large hand before wrapping it around the base. 

The piercing glinted against the lighting of his lamps and Shane would’ve done anything to know what it would feel like in his mouth, he wanted to see it up close.

He suddenly got an idea, it was hard enough to get Ilya’s attention. But now everyone was watching, it was near impossible. But there was one thing he could do, something he had picked up on from others in the chat who were equally as desperate to have their request heard. 

If his accountant saw, he’d have some explaining to do. But he didn’t care right now. 

 

FreckledBunny donated $50: Can you show your piercing?

It was so far out of Shane’s usual character to do something like this, but something about Ilya drove him fucking crazy. Perhaps it was the fact that the man was so out of reach. 

Shane was used to getting what he wanted, attention from others came far too easy being in the public eye. But it wasn’t like that with Ilya, he had to work for it. 

And that excited him. 

‘Bunny.’ Ilya purred from the bed, causing anticipation to curl in Shane’s stomach. The nickname had grown on him, he relished hearing it from Ilya’s lips. ‘Thank you, sweetheart.’ 

The acknowledgment gave Shane a rush, like he was somehow above the rest. He watched eagerly as a finger teased around his rim. 

‘You want to see my piercing, little bunny?’ Shane was losing his fucking mind as Ilya teased, slowly stroking his hardening cock. ‘Ask nicely.’

 

FreckledBunny donated $50: Please. 

Shane didn’t need to be told twice.

Ilya’s lips curled into a mean smile as he moved forwards to grab his phone. ‘Alright.’ Shane had his lips parted as the camera was flipped, eyes glued to the screen. 

Wrapping a hand around his cock, Ilya held the phone and slowly pulled back the skin, revealing the head and showing off the piercing that went through his red tip. 

His cock glistened with precum, making it look even more desirable. 

‘Fuck.’ Shane whispered to himself, carefully easing in a digit. His own cock was hard, resting untouched on his stomach. 

‘What do you think, bunny?’ Ilya’s voice verged on a taunt from behind the camera, and the chat flew out of control. 

Pretending my name’s bunny right now.

I am so jealous.

Omg Bunny!!!! 

Shane knew that the attention was only due to him contributing to Ilya’s pay check, but he didn’t care, he’d drain his bank account if it meant he could share a minute talking directly to the man that had consumed his thoughts. 

 

FreckledBunny donated $50: I wish I could have it.

Working himself open with a finger, Shane was transfixed as Ilya continued to tease the pierced head of his cock for the camera, thumb brushing against the metal. 

‘Little bunny has some money.’ Ilya said with a curl of his lips as he played with his cock. ‘You want it, sweetheart? Are you desperate for my cock?’ 

Shane nodded desperately to himself as he slipped a second finger inside. 

 

FreckledBunny donated $50: Yes, I have your toy next to me.

The admission should’ve been embarrassing, but Shane was far too turned on to feel shame. Ilya looked amused as yet another donation came up on screen, making it $200 within the last ten minutes.

It seemed like he knew that he had Shane wrapped around his finger. 

Chat was stirring, understandably jealous that Ilya had his attention elsewhere. But Shane felt a fucking rush as he got another reply. 

‘Are you going to use it tonight, bunny?’ Ilya asked curiously, leisurely stroking his cock with eyes on chat. ‘Is my cock going to make you feel good?’ 

Shane was allowing himself one final response. 

 

FreckledBunny donated $50: Not tried it yet. It better ;)

His response was cheeky, testing the waters as he curled his fingers inside. But Ilya’s smirk just grew as his message came through. 

‘Such a brat, little bunny.’ Ilya taunted, voice low. ‘I’d love to see you try and smart mouth me on my cock.’ 

‘Oh my god.’ Shane said out loud to himself, his voice verging on a whine. He reached to the side, blindly grabbing the dildo. His movements were desperate as he pulled out his two fingers and reached for the lube again. 

He was in just about the right mind to know that he shouldn’t donate again, but he didn’t need to, not when Ilya had already dragged him to the edge. 

With the lube in hand, he uncapped the lid and drizzled some onto the toy before rubbing it in. His eyes didn’t leave his computer as Ilya sat back again with his cock in hand, teasing the chat. 

Shane moved the toy between his legs, biting down on his lower lip as he dragged the tip of the dildo against his rim, being able to feel the ball at the end. 

‘You’re all needy things tonight.’ Ilya tutted. ‘Are you going to be good for me?’ 

Yes. So fucking good. Shane thought to himself as he lined up the toy, swallowing at how big it felt pressed against him. 

There was a part of him that wished that there was another body warming the bed, that he could be kissed and touched by the lips and hands of a real person. He didn’t have time to do that, and whilst that was lonely, at least he had found comfort in a stranger on the internet, even if it was only for lust. 

Pushing down the feeling of wanting another on top of him, he slowly pressed the toy in as he watched Ilya. 

‘Shit.’ He murmured to himself, eyebrows pinched together in concentration as he eased the toy in. He had never taken anything this big before, and there was an overwhelming feeling of pressure as he carefully sank the toy inside. 

There was a bit of resistance, but that was only because Shane hadn’t done this in a while. But he took his time, relishing the feeling of being full, of feeling his body welcome such a large intrusion. 

Ilya was touching himself, languid strokes to his big cock as he flirted with a few more donations, which had jealousy prickling under Shane’s skin. 

He had no right, he knew that, but he wished Ilya’s attention was solely on him.

Shane liked to pretend that every word was directed at him; every teasing jab, every pet name. In this moment, in his own delusional fantasy, it was all for him. 

That’s when he started to move the toy, not fully in but enough to have him breathing heavily and his heart racing as he felt the drag of the piercing inside of him. 

‘Fuck.’ He borderline whimpered as he eased a little more inside, sinking the toy in further each time he’d thrust it back in, until the entire thing was taken to a hilt. 

The stretch wasn’t like anything he had experienced before, his stomach curled, overwhelmed with the fullness the toy was providing. He had to still for a moment to breathe, abs tensing and body growing hot. 

‘I’m feeling horny tonight.’ Ilya moaned low as he stroked his cock. ‘Long fucking day, need someone to take it out on.’ 

Shane would’ve done anything to be that person. 

The chat was spamming at this point, all desperate for just a glimmer of attention from the man on the bed. Donations flew in, mostly $25’s and $50’s but a few were donating up to $100. 

Before finding Ilya, Shane would’ve thought these people were insane for tossing their money so flippantly. But now he got it, he finally fucking got it. Because having Ilya Rozanov’s attention for even a few seconds felt so intense in the best possible way. 

He started to move the toy slowly, steady thrusts that made him sigh out, high and needy. With his free hand, he stooped even lower than the rest of the chat, craving to hear his name from Ilya’s lips again. 

 

FreckledBunny donated $200: You are so hot.

It was far too easy to donate, and thankfully this escapade wouldn’t even come close to creating a dent in his wallet. 

His name came up on the stream and Shane watched as Ilya’s eyes drifted towards the screen. He didn’t even look phased by the amount, and the way his lips curled upwards just made it hotter. 

‘Bunny, bunny, bunny.’ He tutted, clearly amused as he continued to play with himself. ‘Thank you, sweetheart. You didn’t need to do that.’ 

Shane moaned quietly into the empty room as he worked the dildo inside, mouth wet with want. 

Ilya wasn’t done. ‘Are you using my toy, bunny? Does it feel good?’ 

His concentration slipping, Shane just about mustered a response. 

 

So good.

He didn’t donate this time, too focused on chasing pleasure as the toy brushed against the bundle of nerves that had him writhing. He didn’t expect Ilya to see it, not with how fast the chat was moving.

Breathing heavy, back slightly arched, Shane for the first time in forever was in bliss. 

His reply went unnoticed but he didn’t care, not when the toy was giving him so much pleasure. He grabbed his cock in one hand, working the toy inside with the other and for the first in a long time, he felt completely and utterly relaxed. 

Shane was close far too soon. From the stimulation to his cock to the toy in his ass, he felt consumed with unbridled lust, desperate eyes fixated on Ilya. 

He was close, he could feel the heat building in his stomach, so he desperately chased that feeling, thrusting the toy faster as he coaxed himself to the edge. 

However, it was disrupted when suddenly, the lights in his house went off. A sudden blink and the room plunged into complete darkness, only the laptop casted a glow. 

He brushed it off, much more focused on Ilya. 

But that was until slowly, the livestream started to freeze. Ilya started to lag, cutting in and out jarringly. Shane tried to remain patient, his movements paused. 

That was until he was met with a black screen.  

Shane watched as the connecting circle spun at the centre of the stream. But then finally, the finishing blow. 

 

Connection Error: Please try again.

‘No.’ He said to himself with a frown, the pleasurable feeling slipping away by the second. ‘No, come on.’ 

He waited, with a slither of hope. He even refreshed the page, but when the wifi icon at the top of his screen went blank, he gave up, shoulders slumped as he pulled out the toy. 

‘Stupid fucking thing.’ It sounded pathetic, but Shane was on the verge of crying. Maybe his friends had a point, maybe he was sexually frustrated. 

But most of all, he was so fucking lonely and the only source of comfort had been abruptly cut off.

Defeated, he dragged himself from the bed and threw his clothes on. As suspected, his power had gone out. 

He sluggishly walked through his house that felt far too big for one person and flipped the breakers, but by the time his lights were back on and his wifi was back up, the mood had gone.

All that was left was a pit in his stomach and a craving to be close to someone, to have somebody to share his space with. 

But he didn’t have time. That was the entire reason he had found himself jerking off to a random man online. 

He spent the next hour inside his home gym, where he often found himself when his thoughts were running at a million miles per hour. He felt so wound up, as though there was a constant knot in his chest that just wouldn’t go away. 

Stupidly, he thought of his teammates: he thought about long travel weeks and how at the end of them, they got to go home to their families. Hayden had Jackie and the kids, others had partners waiting at home for them. 

Shane had nobody. Nobody to soothe him after a loss, nobody to celebrate him after a win, nobody that he could spoil or shower with love. 

He had a screen, some toys and a bottle of lube. Which right now was starting to feel quite sad. 

It was then he decided that maybe Hayden had a point, maybe he did need to find somebody. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could spend milking attention from a random person online. 

He needed to put himself out there, for his own sake. 

After working out for a little longer, he took himself to the shower. He changed, got himself ready for bed before he slipped under the empty sheets. 

He had never felt so defeated. 

There was intent to do some reading, so he slipped on his glasses when he saw his phone light up from the bedside table. He was going to ignore it, feeling far too numb for any social interaction but in the same breath, he knew he wouldn’t relax if he thought somebody was trying to contact him. 

He had to be switched on, always. 

So, he grabbed it and a sudden spike of adrenaline zapped through him as he looked at the screen.

Roz: Thank you for the donations tonight :)

It was a messaging service built in the app he was using. ‘Holy shit.’ Shane said in disbelief, pausing to stare at the screen in case it wasn’t real. He even went as far as clicking onto the account and to his astonishment, it was him, big blue verified tick and all. 

He needed to play this cool. Shane had never been on this side of the coin before, where it was him lusting after somebody, people usually came to him first so he was a little out of his depth. 

 

You’re very welcome :)

Simple but casual, not too much but not too little. He could do this. Ilya took longer to respond, and for a second Shane thought that it was the end of the exchange. 

You must be made of money. 

He didn’t want to look desperate so he sat and waited the exact amount of time it took Ilya to respond last. Perhaps he was overthinking it. Correction, he was absolutely over thinking it, but he wanted to make a good impression. 

 

I don’t do bad for myself.

He hoped the vagueness came across as mysterious, hopefully pulling Ilya in a bit. But the other moved on, not digging any further. 

Did you enjoy my toy ;) 

With his lip pulled between his teeth, Shane was biting back a smile. The dullness he was feeling moments ago seemed to evaporate, replaced with a warm, excited feeling in his chest. 

He hadn’t flirted in a while, and although he had to presume that Ilya treated everyone who donated to him like this, he still felt special. 

 

I was, yes :)

Was? 

Ilya was responding quicker now, seemingly engaged which made Shane giddy. 

 

I had a power cut :(

Stream cut out for me. 

A double text was a bold move, one Shane regretted. But Ilya didn’t seem to mind. 

You didn’t finish?

This was breaching into a much different territory than how it started, but Shane wasn’t complaining, in fact for whatever reason he had never felt more confident to talk about his sex life with another. 

 

No. I gave up. 

Ilya disappeared for a moment again, leaving Shane on edge. 

Would you like to finish? 

Shane swallowed, fingers hovering over his keyboard. He couldn’t quite tell where this was going, but he was into it. He was so fucking into it. 

 

Obviously, yes. 

He tucked himself further under the covers, phone close to his face. 

Go get your toy. 

Holy shit. Shane wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. He paused before typing, re-reading the sentence to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding. 

 

Why?

He thought he knew why, he hoped he knew why. But he needed to make sure, he needed Ilya to write it out. 

You spent a lot of money on me tonight. 

I’m going to make you finish, my treat. 

‘Fuck.’ Shane said to himself with a smile, looking over the message again before he eagerly dipped into his bedside drawer to grab the toy and lube. 

 

I’ve got it.

The situation was ridiculous, Shane could very easily get any man he wanted, but Ilya was so different, so unreachable that it made him want him even more. 

Are you still nice and open for me? 

His cock stirred, so easily turned on by Ilya’s messages. Shane wanted to see him, wanted to hear him, but he’d take what he could get. 

Hastily, his shorts were pulled down alongside his boxers, mindlessly coating his fingers in lube as he trailed his hand back down. 

He circled both fingers around his rim, dipping his fingertips in to test the waters. The toy had opened him up perfectly. There wasn’t too much pushback, but enough to know that he needed to prepare himself a little more. 

 

Just give me a second.

Shane slipped two fingers inside, far too rushed to be pleasurable, but he didn’t want to feed into Ilya’s time anymore than he had done. 

Take your time, sweetheart. We have all night. 

God, Shane needed to hear that as his head went back against the pillow. He slowed things down, fingers carefully curling inside, body warm and wanting. 

 

It’s so hard to type one-handed haha.

He wasn’t lying, Shane was half concentrated on getting himself off and half bothered about how long it was taking him to navigate his keyboard to text Ilya. 

There was a pause, only a few moments long but it felt so dragged out considering the current situation. 

But then, his phone rang. 

Not directly to his number but through the app itself. 

Ilya was calling him. Ilya Rozanov was fucking calling him. He tried to not freak out like some fanboy but Shane had fantasized about this man for months now. 

This was a big deal to him. 

The more rational side of his brain was wary; he knew that Ilya watched hockey, he knew that Ilya knew who he was, what if he figured it out from hearing his voice? 

It was a good thing Shane wasn’t in the most rational sense of mind as he clicked accept. 

‘Hi, Bunny.’ Ilya greeted, voice low, accent wrapping around his alias. 

Shane was stunned. 

‘Hi.’ His response lacked the confidence that Ilya had, so obvious in showing his nerves. ‘Um, how are you?’ 

It was a silly question under the circumstance but Ilya laughed, a soft, fond exhale that calmed Shane’s nerves. ‘I’m good, sweetheart. How are you?’ 

‘Good, yeah.’ Shane’s smile was shy, he wasn’t the type to lack confidence, he was used to taking charge, leading. But Ilya seemed to flip that on its head. 

‘Are you touching yourself?’ Ilya asked curiously, Shane could hear a light shuffling as though he was laying down in bed. 

He wished he was there next to him. 

‘Mhm, yes.’ He replied, with lazy thrusts of his fingers as he set down the phone beside him. ‘It uh, feels good.’

He was a little hesitant with his movements, slightly unsure. His cheeks were a little red, understandably embarrassed but also ridiculously turned on. This was unknown territory for him, he didn’t know what to say or how to act but thankfully Ilya took the reins. 

‘Good. Keep going, just a little longer and then you can have my cock.’ God, Shane wanted that, he wanted that so bad as he worked two fingers inside with a soft exhale. 

‘Oh my god.’ He said under his breath, partially in disbelief but also pleasure. ‘I want it so bad.’ 

‘I know you do.’ Ilya teased back, verging on a taunt. ‘That desperate for my cock that you threw your wallet at me.’ 

Shane threw his head back, mouth parted as he grazed over his prostate, cock hard and resting against his stomach untouched.

Ilya sounded so sexy, so gruff and manly in a way that had Shane’s head reeling. 

‘God, please. I can take it.’ He was softly whimpering as he reached for the toy with his free hand. He needed something bigger, and the need to be filled until he couldn’t think straight was overwhelming. 

‘No.’ Ilya’s words were like a cool bucket of water. ‘Keep touching yourself, I’ll tell you when you can have it.’ 

Shane had never felt intimacy like this, he had never experienced being put in his place or told what to do. But there was a sharp realisation that he liked it, he liked not having to think, he liked having discipline and rules to follow. 

It was so far from his normal life where he felt this battling pressure to be on top, to lead. It was nice to sit in the passenger seat for once, not having to make quick decisions or boss people around. 

Ilya led so well, so controlled and calculated in a way that had Shane on the brink. 

‘Fuck, please. I need it–’ 

‘–Be a good boy and do as you're told, or you’ll get nothing.’ 

Pleasure twisted in Shane’s stomach as he touched himself, a gentle, breathy moan leaving his lips. The only thing running through his mind was the need to be filled and the want of Ilya calling him his good boy again. 

‘Please.’ His eyebrows were pinched, glasses slightly crooked. ‘Please, I’ll do anything.’ 

‘Big words, Bunny.’ Ilya cooed down the phone. ‘I’d be careful saying that to me.’ 

‘I mean it, I'll do anything.’ Shane was babbling down the phone at this point, eyes towards the ceiling as he opened himself up with his fingers. ‘Anything you want.’ 

He was more than ready to take it, it was just down to Ilya to decide if he deserved to. 

‘Very cute.’ Ilya purred, Shane wondered what he was doing right now, was he just in bed, or whether he was touching himself too. ‘You really want it that bad?’ 

‘Yes.’ Shane was quick, tone desperate. He had been so pent up, wound so tight that his body was practically screaming at him to let go. ‘Fuck yes, I need it.’

Ilya waited him out, his side of the line going quiet to rile Shane up further. 

‘Fuckin’ please.’ Shane didn’t even recognise his own voice, so needy and flustered. ‘Please, please, please–’ 

‘Pick it up.’ Ilya finally relented, and Shane had never moved quicker to grab something before. ‘Nice and slow, yes? No rushing. Tease yourself a little first.’ 

Lathering the toy in lube, Shane was nodding to his empty room. ‘Okay.’ He obediently replied, switching his fingers for the head of the dildo, circling it around his rim. ‘The piercing is so good.’ 

Ilya sounded amused. ‘I’ve been told.’ There was a flare of jealousy that struck Shane for a moment but Ilya was quick to move along. ‘Dip the tip in a bit, only the tip. Nothing more.’ 

Shane could’ve very easily just lied, he could’ve sank the entire toy in, could’ve succumbed to rushed, quick, easy pleasure. 

But that wasn’t being good, and Shane wanted to be good. Everything was worth it, the tension, the build up, Ilya had curated a situation that had Shane writhing with want, hanging onto every word. 

Shane liked being Bunny. He liked playing this character that was so far from who he truly was. 

He did as he was told, and with a soft breath, he slowly pushed the head of the dildo inside, feeling the piercing drag against him as he slipped it in. 

‘Shit.’ He cursed under his breath, stilling to wait for further instructions. 

‘Good boy, bunny.’ The praise was warm, syrupy and sweet. ‘Fuck yourself on the head, talk to me about my piercing.’ 

So, Shane did. With shaky hands, he pulled the toy back, just enough so the end was catching on his rim before he slipped the head back inside. He did that same movement over and over again with slow, shallow thrusts.

The head alone was a stretch, he could feel the barbell of the pierced head drag every time he’d pull it back.

‘I love it.’ Shane finally spoke, breathless and hot. ‘I love how it feels when I push it in.’ 

‘Mhm, yeah? Does it feel good?’ Ilya was asking a question with an obvious answer. 

‘So good.’ He fucked himself with the tip of the toy, body practically screaming at him to press more inside. ‘Can I–fuck, can I have more?’’ 

‘Such a greedy boy. Does your slutty hole need more already?’ Ilya taunted. Shane wished he could see him, touch him. ‘Say, ‘please can I have more of your cock, sir.’’ 

Shane breathed out with another soft exhale of pleasure. He pushed back his jealousy and the gnawing of wondering how many other people had been lucky enough to have Ilya Rozanov’s attention and instead he lapped up every last fucking drop of it whilst he had it.

He had never called anyone sir before, and honestly he never thought name calling was his thing. But his cock was clearly engaged, shining with a thin layer of precum on the tip. 

‘Please.’ This was low, even for him. ‘Please can I have more of your cock, sir?’ 

Ilya hummed in approval, and Shane went dizzy from the praise. ‘Such a good boy, sweetheart. You can have more.’ 

‘God.’ Shane whispered as he eased more inside, taking it a little easier the second time around. It was still a stretch but his body was more prepared than the last. His stomach curled as he sank the toy in, soft whimpers of pleasure leaving his lips as he clenched greedily around the toy. ‘Thank you–thank you, fuck, thank you.’ 

‘You’re welcome.’ Ilya replied, Shane heard more shuffling, and then, to top it all off, a low, deep him that bordered on a moan left the lips of the other man. ‘Fuck.’ 

Shane paused, teeth down on his lower lip. He had to ask. ‘Are you touching yourself?’ 

‘Of course I am.’ Ilya replied casually, like it hadn’t made Shane’s entire month. ‘I have a pretty boy whining for my cock, how could I not?’ 

Shane flushed, heat rising to his cheeks with the toy fully seated inside. ‘You don’t know what I look like.’ 

Ilya laughed, soft and amused. The fact he was touching himself too made Shane’s head reel, and in a way, it made sense. It probably would’ve been weirder if Ilya was just sitting there talking. 

But it was the triumph that he had turned Ilya on that got him. 

‘Describe yourself to me.’ Ilya finally asked, as Shane grew shyer. 

He had to be as vague as possible, just in case Ilya caught on. 

‘What do you want to know?’ Shane fired back, dancing around the question. He gently started to rock the toy, the lube providing the perfect glide as he thrusted it in. 

‘Tattoos, piercings?’ Ilya questioned. 

Shane smiled to himself. ‘No. Neither.’ 

It was slightly exciting, the risk of being caught. Shane knew he was playing with fire but it was giving him a rush that he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

‘Hair colour?’ Ilya then asked. 

‘This is like guess who.’ Shane couldn’t help but tease back. ‘Black.’ 

‘I’m very good at these games, Bunny. I’d watch out.’ It was a joke, but Shane couldn’t help the soft moan that left his lips at the prospect of Ilya figuring him out. ‘Eye colour?’

It would be humiliating if he was caught, and if Shane was in the right mind he would’ve put an end to this conversation. But he wasn’t, not with such a sexy voice in his ear matched with the fullness in his ass. 

‘Brown.’ He answered honestly. Ilya wouldn’t be able to get anything from the generic answers anyway. 

‘Mhm, I love brown eyes.’ Ilya replied, causing Shane to bite back a smile again. ‘Light or dark?’ 

Beaming, Shane turned his head to look at the phone directly next to him. ‘Dark.’ 

‘Hot.’ Ilya replied, it sounded as though he was smiling. ‘I like what I’m hearing.’ 

‘Shut up.’ Shane retorted with a small laugh of his own. It felt strangely easy going back and forth with Ilya, he fell into it seamlessly. 

‘Okay, okay.’ He conceded, another gentle hum of pleasure left his lips, as though he had been stroking himself through the entire conversation. ‘Are you fucking yourself?’ 

‘Mm, yeah.’ Shane sighed out with his lips curled. 

‘Tell me how my cock feels.’ Ilya switched so easily into his character, such a stark shift but transitioning so smoothly. 

Shane worked his hips down, meeting the thrusts of the toy. It felt heavenly, wrapped up in a warm bed, company on the phone. As much as he wished Ilya was next to him, this felt like the next best thing. 

‘It’s so good.’ The toy was perfect, stretching him out exactly how he wanted. He wasn’t sure if his other toys would be able to do it for him anymore, not when he had Ilya’s. ‘You’re so big, I’ve never taken anything like this.’ 

‘Am I the biggest you’ve had, bunny?’ Ilya replied lowly. ‘Is your tight little hole getting stretched on my cock?’ 

God, Shane liked that. ‘Yeah. Fuck, yes.’ 

He reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock as he pumped the toy inside, tiny, almost soundless moans spilling from his lips as he brushed over his prostate. 

‘I’m going to ruin that pussy of yours forever, little bunny.’ Ilya sneered cruelly as Shane started to writhe, goosebumps causing the hair to rise on his arms as he worked himself down onto the toy. 

‘It’s not–’ Shane choked up, head thrown back as he pumped his cock. 

‘It’s not what?’ Ilya taunted, his voice sounded so much more composed than Shane’s. ‘It’s not a pussy?’ 

Shane had never explored anything like this, his entire image was the epitome of masculinity, strong, well-built, tough. But Ilya was sinking him into unknown territory and it hooked him; it was like a drug and he needed more. 

Through Bunny, he felt like he could explore things Shane would never dare to do. 

‘No.’ Shane tried to bite, but it was weak. Pathetically weak. 

Ilya laughed, short and sharp. ‘I bet you’re wet like a girl right now, aren’t you, sweetheart? All that lube you probably had to use to fit me in your tight cunt.’ 

The moan that left Shane’s mouth was fucking obsence, high and deserpate as he started to feel the pressure building. 

‘Oh, my bunny likes that, don’t you?’ Ilya was relentless and Shane was losing his mind over the prospect of being Ilya’s. ‘Tell me how good my cock stretches your cunt.’ 

‘Sir.’ Shane was trembling, feet planted on the mattress with his back slightly arched. 

‘Fucking say it, bunny. I dare you.’ Ilya sneered back. 

And Shane crumbled. 

‘It stretches it so good.’ He was gone, stripped apart and put back together. ‘It stretches my cunt so fucking good.’ 

‘That’s a good boy.’ Ilya sounded on the edge too. ‘Such a good fucking boy, bunny.’ 

‘M’ close.’ Shane squeezed his eyes closed, one hand using the toy against his prostate and the other wrapped around his cock with frantic strokes. ‘I’m so fucking close.’ 

He didn’t want it to end, he didn’t want Ilya to go. But it just felt so good that he couldn’t stop.

‘Me too.’ Ilya grunted back, and Shane would’ve done anything to see him in person right now. 

He pictured messy curls, a bare torso, large hands wrapped around his thick cock. Shane wasn’t going to last. 

‘I’m gonna–fuck.’ His face was scrunched with pleasure, mindlessly chasing the pressure that was building and building. 

‘Go on, sweetheart. Come on my cock like a good boy.’ 

That pushed him over, Shane came with a moan, spilling onto his stomach as his legs trembled and hips jerked forwards. 

‘Oh my god.’ He whimpered as he just kept coming, thick ropes of cum splattering against his abs. 

For the first time in a long time, he let go, shoulders relaxed and mouth curled up in a blissful grin as he rode the high of pleasure. Shane felt good. Overwhelmingly so. 

Then he heard it, heavy breathing and low grunts of pleasure that started to grow louder. 

‘Fuck.’ Ilya cursed at his peak, then fell silence, both men panting as they came down. 

‘Did you finish?’ Shane spoke first, legs still shaking as he slowly slipped the toy out. 

‘Mhm, yes.’ Ilya replied with a sigh of content. ‘That was good.’ 

Shane swallowed, not knowing how to end the exchange after that. ‘Thank you for um– that.’

Ilya snorted to himself. ‘You’re welcome. I had fun.’ 

He couldn’t see how Shane was smiling like a love sick teenager. ‘I did too.’ 

‘Then my work here is done.’ Both men seemed to be lingering just a little longer. Shane knew of his reason why but he wasn’t sure of Ilya’s intention. 

‘I should…go. I um, I have an early flight tomorrow.’ Shane hated to be the one to end it, but he didn’t want to eat into anymore of Ilya’s time. 

‘Nice. Are you going on holiday?’ Ilya asked, seemingly making small talk which was laughable considering what they had just done. 

‘No, I uh, I work away a lot. So, I’m always flying somewhere.’ Shane responded, reaching for the tissues on his bedside table. 

‘Ah, me too.’ Ilya replied. ‘Is stressful sometimes.’ 

There was a stupid feeling bigger than lust growing inside Shane, even just at the simple acknowledgment that their worlds weren’t as far apart as he thought. 

‘Yes. Very.’ Shane said back, finally feeling understood. 

‘I won’t keep you then.’ Ilya hummed, shuffling around again to presumably put his clothes on. Shane didn’t want him to go, he wanted to fall asleep listening to Ilya’s voice, he wanted closeness. ‘Have a safe flight, bunny.’ 

He wasn’t going to get that tonight. ‘Goodnight.’ Shane said softly. 

‘Goodnight.’ Ilya said just as gently back. 

And then the call ended, and instead of the usual pit in his stomach, Shane felt an odd sense of calm. 

His call with Ilya left a fuzzy feeling in his chest; he felt special, chosen. It was silly really, Shane had flocks of fans that would do anything for his attention, anything just to spend a second near him. 

He had never understood that feeling before, his only devotion was hockey. He wasn’t the type to obsess over anything else that wasn’t the sport he loved. 

But he finally got it because having Ilya Rozanov’s attention was the best feeling in the fucking world. 

He wanted more, craved more. The situation moments ago only fueled his desire further. Now he had fallen so deep, it was impossible to go back. 

Bunny wasn’t his everyday life, he was Shane Hollander, captain of one of, if not the most dominant team in the league. He took what he wanted and got it. 

And he wanted Ilya, desperately.

Chapter 2: quickshot

It became a bit of a routine to implement Ilya into his daily life. There were no more late night calls but Shane fell down a rabbit hole of watching the man’s content. He watched every live, every video posted, liked every post on his secret account. 

He felt like a crazed fan - it was as though Ilya was this itch that just wouldn’t go away. Something about the man drove Shane crazy, maybe since he was so unattainable, or maybe because he was the hottest man Shane had ever seen. 

Whatever the reason was, Shane couldn’t get enough. Which is why every night, in the darkness of his room, he’d open his laptop, grab his favourite toy that gave him a piece of Ilya, and touch himself, hanging onto every word, every command, every pet name that Ilya would use. 

Those hours of the day became his favourite, he looked forward to them. It was a time where he could escape from the pressure, the noise. He could be somebody else, explore new things. 

Ilya had given him the chance to learn new things about himself, to try things that he would have never done as Shane and in such, gave him a moment to relax. 

It showed in his day-to-day life too as he started to feel less wound up, less tight. He wasn’t being as short to his teammates as he had been, and whilst he liked to think that was through his own personal reflection, he knew that Ilya had influenced his mood. 

‘He’s fucking back.’ J.J shook him from behind as the team got to the locker room, off the back of a triumphant victory headed by Shane. 

It had been a long time since he was that focused, that precise. The entire game felt as though he was one step ahead. 

It made him feel powerful, strong and as it should be. 

‘Not won the cup yet.’ Shane bit back with a grin, eyes modestly towards the floor but inside he knew he outplayed everyone tonight, and he was going to ride that high for as long as he could. 

‘We will if you keep playing like that.’ J.J patted him on the back. The entire room felt alight, the energy from the players palpable after being missing for so long. ‘Our fuckin’ captain.’ 

Shane stood tall that night, he even went out for a few drinks after to celebrate, but he turned in early, having something else on his mind. 

He knew he needed to keep his game up, and to do that he needed his fix. 

 

Hi :)

Once again, he found himself back in bed watching one of Ilya’s livestreams. It seemed to be more relaxed than usual, more chitchatting. 

Shane didn’t mind, he’d listen to Ilya talk for hours. 

‘Hi, Bunny.’ Ilya greeted just as he thought his message would go unseen. ‘I missed you.’ 

With travelling, Shane didn’t get to catch the last two lives. But he made up for it by watching Ilya’s prerecorded videos instead. 

He didn’t think Ilya would notice his absence, but he was learning that the man was quite perceptive. 

 

I know :( I’ve been so busy with work. 

Ilya looked as beautiful as ever, pretty curls a little messy, more clothes on than usual, baggy shorts slung low and a tight white vest. 

Shane watched him with a small smile as he made his way through chat. 

‘Busy with work? Have you been flying places again, Bunny?’ Ilya asked. 

He remembered. Ilya remembered that he flew a lot for work. It was stupid how endeared Shane was by that. 

 

Yes, lots. I’m so tired.

Shane got himself comfy, laptop on his lap and head resting on the pillows. Ilya didn’t seem to get as high of a viewership when it was his more casual streams, there were still hundreds of people watching, but not quite reaching the numbers he did with his more intense lives.

It meant that chat was calmer, less hectic. Shane liked the peace. He liked listening to Ilya talk. 

He was starting to grow more familiar with the regulars in chat too, recognising their usernames. They were always kind, as horny as they were. It was a nice community that Ilya had created. 

‘I’m tired too.’ Ilya admitted, leaning back against the headboard of his lavish bed. ‘It’s been a long week.’ 

It was in these types of streams that Shane saw a more human side to Ilya. He wasn’t this fantasy he had created in his head, he wasn’t like the character he played in scenes. 

He was easy to like, radiating a sort of cocky, boyish charm. Shane felt privileged to be able to see such a stripped back version of Ilya. 

 

You should rest.

His message got lost in the wave of people saying the same thing, and Ilya smiled fondly at the camera. 

‘You all care about my wellbeing that much?’ He teased, playfully joking. ‘I thought you only liked me when I have my dick out.’ 

Shane snorted to himself, as though they were having a personal conversation. 

He enjoyed the laid back stream, it was short, probably because Ilya was tired, but Shane still left the chatroom feeling fulfilled.

It started to make him wonder whether his attraction towards Ilya was inherently sexual or something else, because it certainly felt bigger than just wanting to fuck him. It was a fully fledged desire to connect, to get to know him. 

It was a shot in the dark as he went back to their messages. They hadn’t spoken since, but Shane found himself reading over the most nights. 

Then, he found himself typing.

 

Loved your stream today!

This constant need for Ilya’s attention was driving him partially insane but he just couldn’t stop himself, he was addicted, even if it was just the tiniest slither of acknowledgment. 

Although tonight he was left ghosted, shoving him back into the harsh reality that himself and Ilya were not friends and that he was just another viewer. 

So he spent the evening as he usually did, with his favourite dildo in his hand, headphones on and one of Ilya’s videos on his screen, desperately wishing that there was a way to blur the lines between them. 

Off season was quickly approaching and his schedule, unlike the other players, didn’t slow down. If anything, it accelerated. 

Shane was constantly booked, appearances, commercials, endorsements. He knew it came with his position being the face of Montreal and the golden boy. Despite everything, he was grateful to be in such a high ranking position. 

But sometimes, it was a lot.

He didn’t really have anyone to relate to as nobody seemed to understand the pressure he was under, not even his teammates. They didn't get how little time for himself he had, or how he was still out working whilst his team got to be with their families.

It could be isolating at times. Shane knew he had never been the most sociable, but he’d like to be able to go out with his team after games without feeling guilty, or hit up a club now and then to have a shameless flirt. 

He was still so young, only twenty-five, but he felt as though he had been pushed to grow up so much quicker than the rest. He was far more mature than most players twice his senior. He just wished he got to go out a bit more, do things that normal people in their twenties did. 

Instead, he found himself at yet another charity gala. 

It was for a good cause, an LGBTQ+ charity for young minds that he invested in. He was one of the top donors and an ambassador for the company. 

Shane usually didn’t mind these gala’s, he knew how to circulate a room and he had mastered the art of small talk. Nevertheless, he felt so tired after such an intense few weeks of travelling. 

Hayden was with him as a plus one which he was grateful for. His friend had always been his biggest supporter, never once did he ever raise a question when Shane first came out, he just accepted it with open arms. 

As much as Hayden could get on his nerves, he was like a brother to him, and there would always be a soft spot for his friend and his family. 

‘Lots of people.’ Hayden observed, dressed in his black tux. 

Shane nodded, eyes gliding over the room full of people. The room was large and open with a free bar, tables scattered around and a small podium where he would take his speech later on. 

‘Yeah. Good turn out.’ Shane replied, happy with the amount of people that came to support a charity that meant so much to him. 

They made their way towards the bar, journey cut short as they kept stopping for firm handshakes and polite small talk. Once they finally got a drink in hand, they relaxed a little.

‘You nervous?’ Hayden asked as he took a sip. ‘For your speech.’ 

Shane shook his head, it was second nature to him at this point. ‘No, I’m used to it.’ He had lost track of how many speeches he had given, from gala’s to accepting awards. He was a seasoned professional at this point. 

‘I don’t know how you do it, that shit scares me.’ Hayden laughed. 

Shane took a sip, eyes on his friend with a playful smile. ‘You get used to it when you win player of the year for the fourth time in a row.’ 

With an eyeroll, Hayden set his glass down. ‘That was low, man.’

It was nice to have someone here with him for once. Hayden was easy company and he was happy to converse with others, taking some of the pressure off of him. 

The start of the evening went well - Shane had lost track of how many hands he had shook and the amount of compliments he had politely shared.

Everyone seemed to be having a nice time, even Hayden who was engrossed in a conversation with another ambassador. 

So Shane took the chance to slip away for some fresh air. 

The cool breeze was nice, it was verging on the cusp of summer, sun just about settling. 

He stepped out, undid the button on his blazer and leant his back against the wall. The alleyway was empty, allowing him to take a moment to be away from the noise inside. 

It was nice. 

But that was short-lived as the door opened and another body stepped out. Shane kept his eyes to the floor, subtly trying to show that he wasn’t trying to make conversation right now.

‘Sorry, do you have a light?’ A voice snapped him out of his daze. A voice that Shane was far too familiar with, one that lulled him to sleep most nights. 

His gaze flicked up in an instant. Shock was evident on his face, eyes wide and alarmed, lips slightly parted. 

Steps away from him was Ilya Rozanov, dressed in a smart white shirt and trousers, curls perfectly styled whilst carrying a scent of rich, masculine cedarwood. 

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. 

Shane was panicking. Fuck that, he was internally freaking the fuck out as Ilya stood there, waiting for an answer.

‘Sorry, what?’ He didn’t even process the question, far too preoccupied with the sheer humiliation that he was face-to-face with the man he fantasised about at night. 

‘A-uh, lighter.’ Ilya seemed a tad amused, lips in a tight smile. What if he knew? What if he could tell? 

He needed to pull it together, right fucking now.

‘Oh.’ Shane broke the line of sight with an almost embarrassed laugh, grateful it was growing dark so Ilya couldn’t see the heat rising to his cheeks. ‘No, sorry. I don’t smoke.’ 

‘Ah, that’s alright. Thanks anyway.’ Ilya replied, turning as though he was about to leave.

But he didn’t, he walked across and leant his back on the other side of the wall, tucking the cigarette back into the packet before slipping them into his pocket once more. 

‘It’s Shane, right?’ He asked after there was a brief moment of silence. ‘Hockey fan.’

Shane somehow found the courage to meet his eyes again. Ilya was just as beautiful in person, so much bigger too which he didn’t think was possible. 

Now they stood only a few steps apart Shane could see that they weren’t that dissimilar in height, but Ilya seemed to dwarf him in sheer size which had his mind racing. 

I bet he could lift me so easily. Shane thought to himself. 

‘Yeah.’ He swallowed, radiating a sort of awkward energy that seemed to make Ilya curious. 

Shane had spent the night speaking to everyone with seamless ease, but he felt like a deer in the headlights in front of Ilya, stripped of his usual confidence. 

‘I’m Ilya.’ The man who had plagued his thoughts for the last few months introduced himself very politely. But Shane knew that already, Shane knew far too fucking much. 

He nodded, curtly. ‘Nice to meet you.’ 

The atmosphere was weirdly tense and Shane knew he was acting strange. He could feel it, how his hands were clammy, how his cheeks were red, how his posture had shrunk. 

But he couldn’t snap out of it, not as Ilya shamelessly let his gaze wander down. 

‘You uh, you do a lot for this charity. It’s very good.’ The small talk was unbearable, Shane wasn’t even sure why Ilya was still pursuing the conversation with him acting so strange. He just hoped his nervousness didn’t come off as rude. 

‘Yeah.’ Shane managed a small, tight smile. ‘It’s one of my favourites.’ 

There wasn’t much to say after that, Shane lowered his head and Ilya stared ahead. 

In the silence, Shane couldn’t help but think about how many nights had passed where he had wished for Ilya’s company, how desperate he wanted his attention.

Now he had it and he was messing it up. 

He had always wanted to get to know him, to learn more, to see what was underneath his character.

But now he was confronted by the real thing, he was panicking. It seemed too real, too close. Behind Bunny, he allowed himself to fall, to play along. But he wasn’t Bunny right now, and Shane didn’t think he had the bravery to ask for what he wanted. 

It did get him thinking, what were the chances of this happening? The two were from completely separate worlds, different circles. Shane wasn’t a religious man, but it had him questioning if there was some higher power that had brought them together. 

Fate. 

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever forgive himself if he let this opportunity slip. 

‘I’m going to go inside–’

‘–Would you like to grab a drink?’

They spoke over the top of each other. 

‘Sorry, you go.’ Both men said in unison, sporting a bashful smiles

Ilya paused, allowing Shane to speak first. 

Okay, he was doing this. 

‘Would you…’ God he sounded like an idiot. ‘Would you like to grab a drink inside?’ 

Ilya’s lips curled subtly. ‘Are you paying?’ 

Shane was too busy freaking out to pick up on the joke Ilya was making. ‘Yeah, of course.’ 

Opening the door, Ilya looked at him with sheer amusement, a pretty grin that stretched from ear to ear, clearly picking up on his nerves. ‘It’s a free bar, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get a drink.’ 

With his face growing an even deeper red and a short embarrassed laugh leaving his throat, Shane slipped past Ilya who followed behind as they went back into the venue together. 

‘Are you here alone?’ Ilya asked, as though he was acutely aware that he needed to lead the conversation. 

Shane shook his head. ‘No.’ He replied as they walked side by side into the main room of the grand venue. ‘I have my friend with me, Hayden.’ 

‘Will Hayden mind that I am stealing you away?’ Ilya replied playfully, causing Shane to relax just a little as he looked to the floor with a smile. 

‘Hayden will be fine without me.’ Shane meant it too, Hayden could probably talk to a brick wall if he had to. 

They got drinks, tucked themselves away into a corner and people watched. Less on edge, Shane started to realise just how easy Ilya was to be around. 

‘I hate that tux.’ Ilya spoke from around his glass, eyeing up a man that walked past in a borderline turquoise tuxedo. ‘Horrible colour.’ 

Shane snorted. ‘I don’t think you can say that.’ He never let go at these sort of events, having to play the part that people expected of him, but Ilya seemed to have a knack of opening him up. ‘It is ugly.’ 

Ilya grinned again, leisurely watching as the man walked away. ‘Terrible. You should tell him.’ 

‘Fuck off, you tell him.’ Shane bit back, eyes following after Ilya’s. 

‘Your words probably hold more of an impact here. You should say it is offensive to the eyes.’ Ilya teased, glancing back towards Shane.

They locked eyes, both smiling. ‘You’re so mean.’ 

‘You have no idea.’ Ilya hit back, eyes mischievous before he looked towards the room again. 

Unbeknownst to Ilya, Shane did have an idea. He knew far too much.

Shane liked Ilya’s company even more than he did online, he was funny, endearingly sarcastic, attentive. Most of all, he had this calmness to him, which made it so easy to relax.

He was also fucking hot, but Shane knew that already as he had spent half the conversation ogling at the way the material of Ilya’s shirt stretched around his big biceps. 

They spent around forty minutes together, chatting mindlessly and easily. 

‘We should get drinks, if you’re ever in Montreal.’ Shane finally felt confident to ask and it couldn’t hurt to shoot his shot. 

Ilya kept looking at him intently, gaze lingering far too long, which Shane took as a sign that he was interested. 

‘I’d like that.’ Ilya hummed, eyes still curiously wandering over Shane. ‘When are you free?’ 

That was tricky for Shane, because he was never free. ‘It’s a little hard with my work.’ He admitted, almost sadly. It wouldn’t be the first time his work had jeopardized his personal life. ‘I’m sorta always flying somewhere.’

Ilya visibly paused, suddenly going very still and it made Shane’s stomach drop, thinking he had said something wrong.

Perhaps he had just realised that he’d be wasting his time going on a date with a man that worked more than he slept.

But before he could get his answer, Hayden approached, cutting them off. 

‘Ready for your speech?’ He had no shame in butting in, eyes slightly hesitant as he looked towards Ilya. 

‘Speech?’ Ilya questioned slowly, Shane never felt the need to bring that part up. 

‘Oh, yeah. Just a small one.’ Shane replied, seeing off his drink and placing the empty glass against the table. 

‘How fun.’ Ilya replied, either unaware or completely unbothered that Hayden was staring at him. 

His eyes were still, weirdly, locked onto Shane. 

‘I should go though.’ Shane didn’t want to, he wanted to stay by Ilya’s side the entire night, lap up every last second he could spend with him. ‘But, could I maybe get your number? For the drinks?’ 

He sounded pathetically hopeful.

‘We should really get going.’ Hayden cut in, firmer than his usual tone. Shane shot him daggers, wishing that his friend could read the fucking room. 

But Ilya seemed to know why his friend was so desperate to pull him away and for a moment, he looked almost dejected. ‘I hope your speech goes well.’ He brushed off Shane’s comment who opened his mouth to speak with a small frown creasing his forehead. 

‘Yep. I’m sure it will.’ Hayden practically tugged Shane by the arm to pull him away. ‘Have a good night, man.’ 

Hayden pulled them away so they were out of earshot, and it was only then that Shane lost his cool. 

‘What the fuck was that?’ He snapped, voice hushed to not cause a scene. 

‘No, dude. You don’t understand.’ Hayden moved closer, keeping his voice just as quiet into Shane’s ear. ‘That guy is a pornstar. Like super fucking famous.’ 

Shane wasn’t sure if he wanted to facepalm himself or smack Hayden in the face, maybe both. ‘Okay. Cool. So?’ 

It wasn’t anything Shane didn’t already know.

‘So?’ Hayden replied. His intentions were pure because, in his mind, he was just looking out for a friend who he believed had no idea they were talking to someone in the adult industry. ‘Like, he gets paid to have sex. On camera.’ 

‘I know what a fucking pornstar is, idiot.’ Shane bit back, still agitated. ‘So what?’ 

‘Well it’s not exactly brand safe, is it?’ Hayden tried to reason, but Shane just felt like walking away from the conversation before he’d say something he’d regret. 

He had spent his entire career being brand safe, playing the part. He was sick of it. 

‘Brand safe has nothing to do with my personal life.’ Shane replied firmly, glancing behind to where Ilya was stood but had since left. So much for shooting his shot.

‘I’m just trying to look out for you, man–’ 

‘–Well don’t.’ His response was abrupt, fed up. 

‘Okay. Fine, I’m sorry.’ Hayden finally conceded, looking apologetic. ‘If you know and you’re cool with it, that’s fine. I just wanted to warn you before, well, you know–’ 

He didn’t need his friend to finish that sentence. Even so, he appreciated the apology, even if he had been cockblocked. 

‘It’s fine.’ Shane shook it off, like he always did. ‘He’s really nice.’ 

‘Yeah well, I don’t think he’s a fan of me.’ Hayden tried to joke, but Shane could tell he was a little embarrassed. 

‘It’s whatever.’ Shane tried to cover up the fact that he was upset since Hayden was only trying to help. ‘I should go.’ 

Hayden nodded with another apologetic smile. ‘Yeah, sure. Good luck.’ 

The speech went fine, as expected. Ilya didn’t show, not once. Shane scanned the entire venue multiple times and there was no sign of him. After the situation with Hayden, he disappeared, most likely having gone home. 

It was upsetting, and up until the end of the conversation he felt as though they were hitting it off. 

Shane hadn’t felt that type of connection or pull towards another in a long time, and the chances of him running into Ilya again were slim to none. 

But he’d get over it, just like he always forced himself to do. 

The end of the night was nearing, guests were leaving and the two men were making the rounds of saying goodbye before they left as well. 

Shane had given up searching for Ilya, it was pointless, the man was not here. 

‘I’m just going to the bathroom.’ Shane sidelined Hayden who simply nodded. 

He walked inside, the room empty. Aimlessly, he checked his phone like he always did in case he had missed an important call or email. 

He had neither. But he did have something else. 

From Ilya, replying to his unread message from weeks ago. Ironically sent minutes after Hayden had interrupted their in person conversation.

Sorry I didn’t see this. 

Shane wasn’t thinking, fingers hitting his phone screen to reply in an instant. 

 

It’s okay! You probably get a lot of messages.

He wasn’t sure why Ilya had chosen to respond to him now, especially when Shane knew he was currently out and away from home. 

He also didn’t expect a response so quickly.

I do. What are you doing right now? 

It was a slightly strange question considering. The two of them had only called once, and Ilya had made no effort to reach out since that beside their interaction in chat. 

Just in the bathroom.

His response was normal enough, he was in the bathroom. 

But Ilya’s response was anything but normal, causing Shane to still. 

I met someone that reminded me of you tonight. 

Oh shit. Shane needed to calm down, Ilya’s message could’ve meant anything. 

 

Really? 

There were no breaks in between Ilya’s messages this time. 

Yes. Black hair, beautiful dark brown eyes. Pretty freckles.

There was no way he had been figured out, Shane just needed to play this cool. 

 

Are you trying to make me jealous?

He figured a joke would ease the tension that was somehow radiating from his phone screen. 

He was very handsome. So shy at first. Skittish, like a bunny. 

Shane just needed to deflect, grab the steering wheel and end the conversation, now. 

 

Happy for you. But I should probably get going.

Ilya didn’t let up. 

You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me, like I was some sort of God. 

Heat rose to Shane’s cheeks. He hadn’t realised his staring had been that obvious. Ilya’s message worked perfectly in his favour, because Shane wanted to know more about what he thought. 

 

Do you think he knows what you do for work?

He shouldn’t have entertained it, that was his first mistake. Ilya had him hook, line and sinker. 

Yes. I can always tell. They get so nervous.

Well fuck. He was in trouble. 

 

Does it bother you when they’re nervous?

Shane had no idea what he was walking himself into. 

No. It’s cute. I like fucking it out of them. 

‘Fuck.’ Shane said quietly to himself, reaching down to adjust his cock that was stirring in his trousers. He couldn’t resist the next question. 

 

Are you going to fuck it out of him?

Swallowing in anticipation, Shane kept his eyes on the screen. 

I would’ve ruined him. 

He needed to go home before he fully got hard. He could touch himself about this later but as of right now, he needed to focus. 

 

I should go. 

As much as he didn’t want to, it was the sensible choice. Ilya was getting far too close. 

Are you still in the bathroom, sweetheart? 

Shane stood frozen to the spot. The message felt far too calculated, as though he was purposefully blurring the lines between Bunny and Shane. 

But that was impossible, Shane had been so careful with the information he had shared with Ilya. 

So, he replied, honestly. 

 

Yes. 

After that, Ilya didn’t reply. Just radio silence. Shane let out a breath that he didn’t even realise he was holding, the exchange for some reason having him shaken. 

Then, the door opened. 

And Ilya stepped inside. 

For whatever reason, Shane just knew that he had been caught. He stood still, phone in hand, staring ahead into the mirror as he watched Ilya stalk over to him. 

‘I liked your speech.’ The compliment sounded friendly, but there was a change of tone from the last time they spoke, low and almost dangerous. 

Like he was waiting for Shane to break. To admit. 

Ilya stood behind him now, highlighting their stark size difference in the mirror. 

‘Thank you.’ Shane’s voice was meek, eyes shifting down towards the sink. Inside, he was panicking. 

He wasn’t aware Ilya even watched his speech. 

‘You looked very confident up there.’ Ilya’s voice was a cruel, quiet tease. ‘So well mannered, so well behaved.’ 

Shane was sinking, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at Ilya, not after he had been so deceitful. 

Hands hovered over his waist, fingertips ghosting over the material of his jacket as Ilya leaned in closer, lips gracing against Shane’s ear who shakily inhaled. 

‘Do you think they know that you're a slut?’ 

Shane breathed out and shook his head, this couldn’t be happening. ‘I’m so sorry–’ 

‘Oh, no.’ Ilya tutted, cutting him off. ‘You had me introduce myself to you. Like you don’t have a replica of my cock to fuck yourself on every night.’ 

Shane felt like crying. He was humiliated, and worse of all, he was hard. His cock was straining against his trousers, sporting a very obvious bulge. 

‘Ilya.’ He tried again. He needed to think of something that would excuse his actions. 

‘Stupid boy.’ Ilya drawled low. His hand reached around, fingers grazing against the bulge, causing Shane’s legs to almost buckle. ‘You gave me everything to figure it out. You let me hear you, you told me what you looked like–’ 

He shook his head again in quiet protest. 

‘I wasn’t sure at first, I’ll give you that.’ Ilya continued to hum, continuing his ghost touches to Shane’s cock. ‘But you’re always flying somewhere. Aren’t you, bunny?’ 

Fuck, how was it possible that something as stupid as that gave him away?

‘Hayden will be waiting for me.’ It was a pathetic excuse, one that didn’t make Ilya budge. 

‘Hayden can wait.’ Ilya said firmly, strong chest pressed up to Shane’s back. ‘Were you ever going to tell me?’ 

Shane didn’t have an answer, he never saw himself getting caught. ‘I don’t know.’ 

‘You don’t know?’ Ilya mocked with a cruel grin as Shane not so subtly pushed his crotch further into Ilya’s hand. ‘You’ve got yourself into quite the mess, haven’t you?’ 

‘I’m sorry.’ Shane tried again, sounding nothing short of pathetic, struggling to focus with Ilya’s hand teasing his cock. ‘Please, just–’ 

‘Please what?’ Ilya corrected, giving a light squeeze to the tent in Shane’s trousers, which only made him writhe. ‘And look at me when I’m speaking to you.’

Anybody could’ve walked in and saw them standing in the centre of the bathroom. As scared as Shane was, there was some sick pleasure bleeding into the fear. 

He didn’t have anything left to lose so he raised his eyes, looking at Ilya from the mirror. From here, he could smell him, the thick, masculine sandalwood clouding his mind further. 

Shane wanted to drown himself in the smell.

‘Please, sir.’ 

‘There’s my good boy.’ The praise felt like whiplash after the intensity. ‘Do you want me to touch your cock?’ 

Shane nodded quickly, scared that words would fail him, but he should’ve known Ilya wouldn’t let him get away with that. 

‘When I ask you a question, you answer.’ He warned, with another squeeze to Shane’s cock who this time let a whimper slip out. 

‘Fuck, please.’ He couldn’t stop himself as he thrusted into Ilya’s hand. ‘Please touch me, I need–’ 

Steps could be heard outside, but Ilya didn’t stop, instead hastily unbuckling Shane’s belt and untucking his shirt. 

‘Shane Hollander having a handjob in the bathroom of a charity gala.’ Ilya said cruelly, eyes on Shane as he spat down onto his hand. ‘What do you think they’d say?’ 

He’d be a joke. Never to be taken seriously again. It would well and truly shatter the image he had spent years crafting. 

But Ilya wasn’t looking for a response, that was evident as he put his hand down Shane’s trousers, fingers slipping past the elastic of his boxers to wrap around his cock. 

‘Oh.’ Shane fell back into Ilya’s chest. Ilya wasted no time, hand slick with spit moving against the thick length. ‘Ilya. Oh fuck.’ 

This was quite possibly the stupidest and hottest thing he had ever done… The risk of it felt so fucking exciting, a feeling that was so detached from his normal self.

‘Impressive size, sweetheart.’ Ilya taunted, relentlessly stroking his cock. ‘You’d make someone very happy with this. Such a shame you prefer to get fucked.’

Shane’s hips were twitching already, trying to buck forward in Ilya’s strong hold. 

He wouldn’t last long, not with Ilya’s eyes wracking over his body as though he was a starving man. 

Ilya continued to stroke him with firm, languid strokes that were slowly increasing into a steady, relentless rhythm. Shane moaned, high and quiet, not wanting to be caught.

‘Please.’ He whimpered again. He didn’t even know what he was asking for, but he could feel the pressure in his stomach building embarrassingly quickly. ‘Take my trousers down, I don’t wanna–’ 

‘You don’t want to come in your trousers? Poor thing.’ Ilya ridiculed, so attuned with every reaction. ‘It’s been like ten seconds, Shane. You can’t possibly be close.’ 

Ilya sped up his hand, causing Shane’s legs to tremble. He wasn't one to finish fast usually, but from the humiliation to the attention to his cock, Shane was already on the brink. 

Ilya’s hands felt heavenly, so skilled and precise, like he knew exactly how to touch him. 

‘Were they expensive?’ Ilya cooed with mockery. ‘You don’t want to get your pretty trousers dirty?’ 

‘Oh my god.’ Shane whispered, mostly to himself. His eyebrows were pinched, body rigid as he fought off his impending release. ‘Please, I’m seriously gonna–’ 

‘You listen to me.’ Ilya spoke hushed, firm and commanding. ‘You’re going to finish inside your stupid trousers so you can ride home and feel what fucking happens when you lie to me.’ 

Shane couldn’t take it, not as Ilya squeezed his cock and spoke filthily into his ear.

Their eyes met, desperation meeting cruelty. In that moment, Shane swore he fell even harder. 

He’d do anything Ilya asked of him. He’d debase himself entirely if it pleased the man behind him. 

‘Fuck.’ He came with a quiet cry, finishing in well under two minutes and right into his boxers. His hips stuttered, the material feeling sticky and unpleasant as he painted them with his come. 

But instead of coldness, alone in his room, he felt strong arms wrap around him and a firm kiss planted to the side of his head. 

Shane melted into it, legs still feeling weak. 

‘Good boy.’ Ilya said gently, skillful hands redoing his belt back up, tucking the material of his shirt back into his trousers to look presentable. ‘Such a good boy.’ 

Shane grimaced at the feeling of his wet boxers against his skin, but at the same time ridiculously turned on by the premise. 

‘I’m really sorry.’ Shane finally felt brave enough to look at Ilya through the mirror. 

He looked so put together, more so than Shane who looked like he had just ran a marathon. 

Ilya brushed off his comment with a small, genuine smile. ‘It was really nice to meet you, bunny.’ His hands felt nice, grounding. 

Shane didn’t want him to leave, he didn’t want to go back to an empty hotel room. 

‘Please don’t go.’ Shane said quietly, with his back slumped against Ilya. 

It had been so long since he had felt a connection like this, a devotion so overwhelming that it consumed his every thought. 

Another kiss was pressed, this time to the back of his head. ‘Hayden’s waiting, remember?’ 

‘Fuck Hayden.’ Shane responded, desperate for Ilya to stay. 

But his plea fell on deaf ears, and with a small squeeze to his waist and a final adjustment of his shirt, Ilya pulled back. 

‘See you in chat, sweetheart.’ Ilya teased, sending him a playful wink before he left, leaving Shane to place both hands against the sink to hang his head in shame. 

Hayden looked slightly concerned when Shane finally came outside, having splashed some cold water on his face to calm himself down. 

‘Did you fall down the toilet or something?’ Hayden asked, but Shane was not in the mood for jokes, shooting his friend a deadpan look. 

That ended the conversation fairly quickly. 

The ride home was uncomfortable. Shane couldn’t sit still but thankfully Hayden didn’t comment on his strange behaviour. 

The second he was safely alone in his room, he stripped off and got into the shower. As disgusting as he felt, he hated the fact that he was washing away the final traces of Ilya. 

He still felt embarrassed, that feeling of shame refusing to leave him even hours after his shower. Even more so, now he was thinking clearer, there had been a realisation that Ilya truly did know his real identity. 

That in itself came with baggage. As much as his strange parasocial side liked to tell him that Ilya would never expose him, there was a more rational side to his brain that reminded him that Ilya was still a stranger. Ilya had the upper hand, holding so much power over his head. 

But Shane, pathetically, liked that. He liked being beneath somebody for once. 

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, too many emotions crawling through his body. Truthfully, it scared him how easily Ilya broke him down. Shane wasn’t one to let go, not with another. 

He had always liked control, it was why he lived his life on perfectly curated schedules. With past relationships, Shane liked to keep one step ahead. He never really fell first or jumped into things mindlessly. 

But whatever happened with Ilya was uncharted territory and it was scary how much he liked it. 

He liked losing himself, letting go. With Ilya, there was no noise. Simple, quiet, easy commands that Shane was desperate to follow. Submission was too easy; his body and mind completely surrendered to Ilya’s touches with such effortlessness that it scared him.

He wanted more. He craved more. 

It was just a question of whether he was privileged enough to have it again. 

Shane steered clear from anything Ilya related the next few days, not fully intentionally, he had just spent more time on planes than he had done on the ground. Also, he took a step back just because of the sheer awkwardness of it all. 

He wasn’t sure how he could show his face in chat again, not after everything that happened and certainly not now that Ilya knew who was behind the screen. 

But Ilya seemed to have other ideas, because as he stood in the locker room, moments away from stepping out onto the ice, his phone buzzed. 

When are you taking me for drinks?

Shane tucked himself into the corner, staring down at his phone in disbelief. 

 

Sorry? 

He didn’t think Ilya was still interested in that, not after Shane’s weirdness. 

You promised to buy me a drink. When are we going? 

‘Hollander, you almost ready?’ Their coach shouted from across the room, causing Shane’s head to snap up. 

‘Yeah. Just give me a second.’ He replied, focusing back on his phone. 

 

You still want to go? 

No. I am just texting you as a joke. 

Yes, I would like to go. 

Ilya’s attitude made him smile to himself, pulling his lip between his teeth. 

 

Like a date?

He had to make sure that there were no crossed wires here. 

Jesus Christ, yes. Like a date. 

The crowd could be heard outside, chanting his name. But that seemed to pale in comparison to this moment. 

 

I’ll text you later. I’m about to play. 

I’m free in a couple weeks though :)

Shane in fact, wasn’t free in a couple weeks, but he’d make time somehow. 

I know. I’m watching the game. 

Text me on my number. 

In his final message, Ilya sent across his personal number. Having that, mixed in with the knowledge that Ilya was watching, Shane knew he had to go out there and be the best. 

So that’s exactly what he fucking did. 

‘He’s fucking back.’ Drapeau boomed as they all stormed the locker room. ‘Three more games like that and the cup is ours.’ 

Shane grinned, knowing full well it was his doing that they had accelerated ahead to the number one spot of contenders for the cup. 

‘Great game, dude.’ J.J complemented with a hand to his shoulder. ‘I don’t know how you do it.’ 

‘Because he’s a fuckin’ beast.’ Another chimed in, matching the energy. 

‘Drinks tonight.’ Drapeau declared. ‘No getting out of this one, Hollander.’ 

For once, he didn’t want to. He played good and he deserved to fucking celebrate. 

‘First round on you then, yeah?’ Shane grinned. 

Drapeau shot him a nod. ‘Whatever you want, Captain.’ 

The energy in the room was incredible, and it only amplified when Shane checked his phone and saw a missed message from when he was playing.

You look so fucking hot. 

Shane beamed, quickly saving Ilya’s number from before and sending him a short text. 

 

Hi, it’s Shane :) 

With that, he slipped his phone away and looked to his team. 

‘Let's hurry up then. You each owe me a round.’ 

They all went out with high spirits, pumped with the after wave of adrenaline and alcohol. 

It had been so long since he had gone out with the team that he had forgotten how fun it could be. They went from bar to bar, drinking a mixture of pints, cocktails and shots. 

It usually took Shane a bit to feel the effects of alcohol, but he could feel the slowness catching up to him, that calm high that came with drinking just the right amount. His eyes were a little heavy, speech slightly slurred and his smile lazy. It was turning out to be a good night. 

As usual, he got attention. Women and men approached him, usually when he was alone at the bar waiting for another round of shots. He enjoyed the shameless flirting, but his mind was elsewhere, focused on somebody else. 

Speaking of which, Shane was suddenly sidetracked with the need to hear that somebody’s voice and now he had his number, it was far too easy to drunkenly call. 

He stepped outside, phone pressed to his ear, eagerly waiting even in his sluggish state. 

It rang far too long for his liking. 

‘Hello?’ Ilya’s voice filled his ears, making Shane slump against the wall with a smile. 

‘What took you so long?’ Shane replied, phone resting against his ear. 

Ilya snorted. ‘I was showering, brat.’ The thrum of bass from inside could still be heard, even with the door shut. ‘Where are you?’

‘Out.’ Shane replied vaguely, shifting from one foot and then the other. 

‘Descriptive.’ Ilya teased back. It sounded as though he was shifting under covers and as much as Shane was having fun, slipping into a warm mattress with Ilya beside him sounded heavenly right now. ‘Are you drinking?’ 

‘Depends, are you the drink police?’ Shane was attempting to flirt, quite obviously drunk, which just seemed to endear Ilya further. 

‘No. No drink police here.’ It sounded as though he was smiling as he spoke. 

That only made Shane smile more. ‘Good. Otherwise I'd have to arrest you.’ 

Ilya laughed again, short and almost scoff like. ‘If I'm the drink police, doesn’t that mean I’d be arresting you?’ 

Shane was a little too drunk to realise his mistake or Ilya’s explanation. ‘Whatever.’ 

‘It sounds like you’re having a nice time.’ Ilya fondly moved on. 

Shane hummed, eyes closing as he listened to Ilya’s voice. ‘I am. But I'm getting tired.’ 

‘You have no problem staying up late for my streams.’ Ilya said playfully back. 

Laughing quietly, Shane forced his heavy eyes back open. ‘Shut up.’ A few people were looking his way, clearly recognising him. So Shane turned his body further into the wall, making it clear that he was only looking for one person's affection. ‘I’m excited for our date.’ 

‘Yes, it will be fun.’ Ilya replied. ‘It’s been a while since I’ve been on one.’ 

That was surprising. Shane knew full well that Ilya wouldn’t struggle to find a date if he tried. ‘Yeah, same.’ He responded, glancing down towards the floor. ‘What if I’ve forgotten how to do it?’ 

‘What, dating?’ Ilya said with amusement. ‘I mean, I’ve already touched your dick so I feel like we have skipped over a few steps.’ 

‘I am in public.’ Shane attempted to scold but it didn’t have much of an impact, not as he smiled towards the ground. 

‘I’m not.’ Ilya cheekily replied, causing Shane to roll his eyes. 

He would’ve happily stayed on the phone to Ilya for the rest of the night, but unfortunately their time was cut short. 

‘There he is!’ J.J grabbed him from behind, followed by a few other members. ‘We’re getting another round, come on.’ 

‘Yeah just–’ he didn’t want to leave Ilya. ‘Just give me a second.’ 

‘It’s alright, sweetheart. Go enjoy your night.’ Ilya encouraged. ‘We can talk later.’ 

‘Fine.’ He huffed back, ignoring his teammates who were prodding him. ‘Talk soon.’ 

‘Bye, bunny.’ Ilya’s voice was filled with warmth, making Shane smile stupidly as he put down the phone. 

‘Who was that?’ J.J asked curiously, noticing Shane’s smitten face.

But his comment was brushed off. ‘Nobody.’ Shane replied. It was too early to share Ilya yet, he wanted the comfort of time, to be able to really get to know him before he told his friends. ‘Come on, let’s do shots.’ 

Calls with Ilya were frequent after that night, seemingly opening a floodgate where both men felt comfortable to reach out. 

It was sweet and there was strangely an innocence there, which seemed hilarious under the circumstances. But they both took things incredibly slow, fueled with curiosity and a desire to learn more about the other. 

They spoke for hours some nights, and even on the days where the two of them were busy, they’d sneak in texts throughout the day or, if they were lucky, a short catch-up call. 

Shane still went into chat when he could, now watching under a different gaze. Ilya was no longer unreachable and Shane knew that the second the camera shut off, his phone would buzz and Ilya would be there, asking about his day, what he was up to. 

Sometimes he’d speak in chat, met with a few of his favourite regulars. Ilya’s acknowledgments held more weight and his comments were read out often, as though he was purposefully searching for Shane’s messages.

It gave Shane a sense of smugness, pride. Amongst the sea of people that begged night and day for Ilya’s attention, it was him that he came to.

And that felt fucking good. 

‘I’m leaving in like ten minutes.’ Shane had the phone on his hotel bed, Ilya on speaker as he paced around. 

It was the big day, their date, and Shane felt ridiculously nervous, which he knew was silly since Ilya had made it abundantly clear that he was very much interested. 

But Shane was an overthinker and he worried that maybe it wouldn’t be the same in person - maybe Ilya would feel differently now that the wait was over. 

He had already changed shirts three times, and he was about to change again into a fourth. It was only a short stay and yet Shane had packed five different shirts just for this date alone. 

‘You said you booked it for half past.’ Ilya replied back. He hadn’t even showered yet which was stressing Shane out to no end. ‘You have almost an hour, why are you leaving in ten minutes?’ 

Shane had found a romantic, secluded bar downtown. It was close to Ilya and not overly far from his hotel. 

‘What if traffic is bad?’ Shane shot back like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ‘Can you get in the shower now?’ 

His nerves were obvious as he frantically paced from his bed and back to the mirror. Nothing seemed to look right.

Ilya snorted. ‘I’m like a fifteen minute walk away.’ 

‘Ilya.’ Shane replied, deadpan.

‘Alright.’ He sighed back dramatically. ‘I’ll meet you there, yes?’ 

Shane was midway through unbuttoning his shirt again, only half listening. ‘Yeah. See you.’ 

‘Shane?’ Ilya somehow just seemed to know. 

‘Mhm?’ Shane briefly acknowledged, picking up the shirt that he tried on first. 

‘Relax, okay?’ Ilya’s voice seemed to stop his mild panic. ‘We will have a nice time. I don’t care what shirt you wear, I don’t care if you're late or early. I’m just looking forward to spending time with you.’ 

Shane took a breath, one that he had been holding for a long while. Ilya had this knack of making everything sound so reasonable. Whilst Shane had the tendency to create mountains out of mole hills, Ilya very easily brought him back down to earth. 

‘Okay.’ He said, less on edge. ‘I’m sorry. I’m a little nervous, it’s been a while.’ 

‘That’s okay.’ The reassurance was nice. ‘I’m nervous too.’ 

Shane found that hard to believe. ‘You are?’ Ilya exuded confidence, he didn’t seem like the type to get anxious about a date. 

‘Yeah.’ Ilya hummed back, it sounded as though he had walked into the bathroom. ‘Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position?’

Shane smiled to himself. ‘You know I could say the same about you though, right?’ 

‘They like me for my body, they don’t know me.’ Ilya replied, a little more firm. 

Ilya was distinctively different to how he portrayed himself on camera, that was one thing Shane was slowly learning. Whilst he kept his charm and sarcasm, Ilya held a stoicness to him, almost guarded. 

But his comment made Shane feel slightly guilty, because just like the fans, he was initially drawn in by Ilya’s looks. It was more than that now, something much deeper. But it still left him feeling shameful.

It had Shane thinking about his own character, his own image. Similar to Ilya, there were traces of himself there, however it was only the good parts the fans saw. He handpicked every likable thing about himself and served it to the media, keeping the ugly tucked away. 

They weren’t so different in that sense. They both chose what people were allowed to see, how close they could be to knowing the real them.

‘They don’t know me either.’ Shane replied. Finding common ground. 

A short silence full of understanding took them both. Ilya was the first to break. ‘I’ll shower now.’ 

Shane nodded with a small curl of his lips. ‘See you soon.’ 

‘Bye, bunny.’ The nickname still gave him butterflies. 

Settling on the first shirt, Shane took one final glance at himself in the mirror. He looked good, hair neatly styled, baby blue linen matched with black trousers. It wasn’t overly fancy, but he looked smart. 

He hoped Ilya would think the same. 

The nerves grew the closer he got, but next to that feeling was excitement. It had been a while since he had taken time for himself, and although his manager wasn’t best pleased that he opted to drop a few appearances for the sake of flying out to see Ilya, he had this optimistic feeling that it would be worth it. 

The bar was nice, warmly lit, a light thrum of jazz. Their table was off to the side, giving them plenty of privacy to talk. 

There was a worry that Ilya wouldn’t like his choice, maybe it was too much for a first date, too romantic. 

But that worry seemed to slip away as he saw Ilya approach the table. 

Shane swore he felt his heart do a flip as Ilya got closer. He looked infuriatingly attractive, a white dress shirt with the first few buttons popped, highlighting his gold chain. Black trousers that fitted him perfectly and curls beautifully styled. 

It was annoying how perfect he looked considering Shane knew he had only stepped out of the shower twenty minutes ago, so effortlessly handsome. 

‘Hi.’ Shane greeted first, already overthinking the encounter, internally in turmoil about whether he was supposed to stand to hug him. In a quick decision, he stood. ‘It’s nice to see you.’

The hug was a little awkward, mostly on Shane’s side who was physically tense as he unsurely put his arms over Ilya’s shoulders. 

‘Hi.’ Ilya was holding back a laugh, hands resting on Shane’s lower back. 

They pulled away, and Ilya finally let out a little snort. 

‘You’re not supposed to laugh.’ Shane said defensively, slightly embarrassed and cheeks a little hot.

‘Sorry.’ Ilya still had a grin on his face as they sat back down. ‘You’re cute.’ 

‘Fuck off.’ Shane replied bashfully. 

Ilya smiled down towards the table, and Shane thought he looked so beautiful under the ambient lighting. 

‘You, uh, you look really nice.’ He felt the need to compliment. 

‘So do you.’ Ilya responded, thrumming his fingers against the table to fill the gap. 

They were both nervous. That much was apparent. 

‘I’ll go get us some drinks?’ Shane spoke although it came out as more of a suggestion. 

‘I can go.’ Ilya assured, already standing before Shane could interject. ‘You booked the place, it’s only fair. What do you want?” 

‘I’ll just have whatever you’re getting.’ Shane smiled back, fidgeting with his hands under the table. 

‘That’s a brave choice.’ Ilya teased, shooting him a wink before he disappeared to the bar. 

Alone, Shane took a moment to calm himself down. He needed to relax before he scared Ilya off for good. It was just difficult; he couldn’t remember the last date he went on, nevermind the last date he went on with someone he actually liked and not some random guy his friends or mother put him in touch with. 

He wanted tonight to go well, but he was thinking that deeply into it that it felt as though he was messing it up. 

Ilya returned not long after, with two cocktails in hand, hints of yellow, orange and pink. 

Shane was expecting beer or a cider, but seeing Ilya, someone who looked so scary to the outside eye, carrying two fancy cocktails made him smile. 

‘What’s this?’ He asked as Ilya took a seat. 

‘Sex on the beach.’ Ilya replied, already taking a sip. ‘I thought you’d like something fruity.’ 

Shane took a sip, and he had to admit, it was very good. He wasn’t usually the type to indulge in sweet things, but he’d make an exception tonight. 

‘It’s nice, I like it.’ He hummed, hopefully the alcohol would help him loosen up a little. 

‘I have quite the sweet-tooth.’ Ilya replied with another sip. ‘Anything sweet, chocolate, candy, my favourite is ice cream.’ 

Shane loved those things too, but with his athletic diet, it was a rarity that he could eat them. 

‘How do you stay in such good shape?’ Shane couldn’t help but ask. 

Ilya smirked, like he couldn’t help himself. ‘How would you know that I’m in good shape?’ 

Shane bit down on his bottom lip with a spike of embarrassment. ‘Shut up.’ 

‘I’m kidding.’ Ilya teased, staring fondly across the table. ‘I am curious though, how did you find me?’ 

Oh good, they were having this conversation. 

‘Just you know…browsing.’ Shane said vaguely. 

‘Browsing?’ Ilya grinned, not satisfied with his reply. ‘Tell me. I want to know.’ 

Shane rolled his eyes and took another big sip of his drink. He was going to need it. 

‘...Hayden told me I needed to get laid.’ He finally said, holding back a smile at how stupid it sounded. 

Ilya wasn’t as shy with his amusement. ‘...So you went on a porn site?’ 

Shane’s cheeks were dusted red. ‘Yes. Now stop talking about it.’ 

They both locked eyes, and they couldn’t help but laugh together. 

‘That is fucking ridiclous.’ Ilya cracked up, his laughter made Shane relax further as he grinned back.

‘Fuck off! I don’t have the time.’ He jumped in to defend himself, but even he knew that Ilya was right. ‘Plus, look how it turned out. So, you’re welcome really.’

‘Oh is that how it is?’ The way Ilya was looking at him made Shane’s stomach do a flip. ‘I should be thanking you?’ 

Laugher turned into a fond, playful smile as Shane gazed at the man in front of him, besotted. ‘Yes. You should.’ 

For a moment, Ilya’s eyes darkened into something else, causing Shane to swallow. ‘I’ll make sure to thank you later.’ 

‘You think you’ll be that lucky?’ Shane shot back, mindlessly circling his finger around his glass and feigning nonchalance like he wasn’t freaking out inside. 

Ilya shrugged with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I have a feeling.’ His lips were curled, gaze flickering down to where Shane was playing with his glass. ‘I’m not usually wrong when I have a feeling.’ 

‘I guess you’ll have to see then, won’t you?’ Shane teased back, noticing how Ilya’s eyes trailed after him as he lifted the glass and put it to his lips. 

‘I guess we will.’ Ilya hummed back, still watching as Shane took another sip. 

The tension was suddenly thick between them and it took every last ounce of Shane’s willpower not to call off the drinks and drag Ilya back to his hotel.

‘I’ll go get us another.’ Shane got up, knowing if he stayed a second longer that he’d cut the date short so he could get his hands on Ilya. 

Ilya seemed to know that too. ‘Alright, sweetheart.’ 

A few more drinks deep and the two were chatting effortlessly, both leaning forwards, stupidly engaged. 

‘So how did you get into… you know?’ Shane couldn’t help but be curious, and now he was spurred on with a light alcohol blanket, he felt confident enough to ask. 

‘Porn?’ Ilya replied bluntly, Shane quickly nodded. ‘Was just easy money at first, but I don’t enjoy it as much as I used to. I much prefer the livestreams and then obviously the business.’ 

Shane frowned. ‘The business?’ 

Ilya nodded casually. ‘Yes. The toys and stuff. My business.’ 

Shane looked dumbfounded. ‘That’s yours?’ The website Shane had bought his toy from wasn’t some small online shop. It was one of the biggest adult retailers in the world.

And it belonged to Ilya, apparently.

‘Yes.’ Ilya replied, as though it was obvious. ‘My company.’ 

Still in disbelief, Shane leant back in his seat. ‘How much are you fucking worth?’ 

Ilya played modest, but his cheeky grin gave him away. ‘I do well for myself.’ 

‘Holy shit.’ Shane replied with a soft laugh. ‘Why don’t you just do that if you don’t enjoy porn anymore?’

Ilya’s salary had to be close to Shane’s, if not more. 

‘Would feel weird to stop, I suppose.’ Ilya replied honestly, completely open. ‘Especially when I’m still in my prime.’ 

Shane couldn’t argue with that, he’d seen the numbers Ilya would pull on a video. 

‘But you’re like, set for life.’ Shane disputed, not fully understanding. Ilya had money, lots of it. If he didn’t like it anymore, why didn’t he just stop? 

‘Yes. But it would disappoint a lot of people.’ Ilya countered with a light shrug. ‘It is not something I will do forever, I have always said when I’m ready to settle down then I will.’ 

‘What would it take for you to settle down?’ Shane pried further. 

Ilya met his eyes, shining with sincerity. ‘If I meet the right person, I would like to be committed to only them.’ 

There was an implication there that had Shane breaking eye contact bashfully. 

‘It is hard for me to find people to date.’ Ilya added. 

‘Because of your work?’ Shane questioned. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about how he’d control his own jealousy with Ilya’s job. 

‘Mhm, yes. It is a lot to ask of a person.’ Ilya said considerately. ‘People who aren’t in the industry don’t understand that it isn’t real, feelings wise, I mean. It is all staged, camera, scripts, crew. It is not sexy behind the scenes.’ 

Shane nodded along, intrigued. 

‘You’ve never caught feelings?’ He couldn’t help but ask. 

‘No.’ Ilya clicked his tongue. ‘I’m more focused on trying to keep myself hard. You are filming for such a long time, it can be, uh, a lot on the body.’ 

It was strange hearing such an inside perspective, Ilya was explaining things that Shane hadn’t even considered when it came to filming porn. 

‘I don’t think I could do it.’ Shane admitted truthfully. As much as he liked to think he’d try something new, deep down he knew that he didn’t have the boldness for porn. ‘I think I’d be too shy on camera.’ 

‘Some people are into that.’ Ilya replied with a grin. ‘People love watching the innocent looking ones.’ 

Shane rolled his eyes. ‘I said shy. Not innocent.’ 

‘Same thing.’ Ilya teased back. 

The topic was interesting, and Shane wanted to learn more about the industry that he was so clueless about. 

‘Don’t take this as rude but…is it safe?’ He asked, hoping his question wasn’t too naive.  

Ilya seemed happy to engage. 

‘For me now? Yes. I am in a very good position.’ He replied, leaning back in his seat. ‘I get to pick and choose what I do, who I do it with, and run on a schedule that works for me. But it is not a job that I would recommend, there are a lot of people who will exploit newer talent.’ 

Shane nodded along, quite captivated as Ilya spoke of a world he knew nothing of. 

‘Sexually wise, it is incredibly safe. At least from my experience.’ He then added honestly. ‘We get tested every two weeks.’ 

‘Wow.’ Shane was so intrigued. ‘Is it a lot like, mentally?’ 

Ilya nodded. ‘Yes.’ He responded. ‘It can be quite a soulless job sometimes. You can feel, uh, a little disconnected.’ 

Hanging onto every word, Shane took another sip of his drink as Ilya kept talking. 

‘When sex is your job, it sort of, I don’t know, takes the pleasure out of it?’ He tried to explain, speaking off the cuff. ‘You’re so focused on how it looks, making sure your scene partner is comfortable, the next position, making it look real. It kinda strips the fun, I guess.’

‘Do you…you know, still enjoy like, normal sex?’ Maybe it was a stupid question, but Ilya didn’t seem to mind. 

‘Oh, yeah.’ Ilya replied. ‘But I like the build up, the flirting, the tension. Going on dates and wanting to rip each other’s clothes off by the end of it.’ 

Shane knew that feeling far too well. 

‘Porn doesn’t have that. It can be a little clinical, I suppose.’ Ilya’s response was mindful and Shane was grateful that he explained it so simply. 

‘You like the emotional side to sex.’ Shane understood. ‘Having a connection with someone.’

Ilya smiled as Shane simplified it for him. ‘Yes. Exactly.’ 

‘I get that.’ Shane replied, drink almost empty and body warm from the alcohol, making it easy for him to open up. ‘I don’t like meaningless hook-ups, I have to be interested first, you know? I like having a spark, as stupid as that sounds.’ 

‘It’s not stupid.’ Ilya assured, seeing his own drink off. ‘It’s very normal. Very human.’ 

Shane, for the first time in a while, felt seen. 

‘One more?’ He switched the conversation, glancing down to the empty glasses on the table. 

Ilya’s lips curled. ‘Are you trying to get me drunk, Hollander?’ 

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Shane teased, slipping from his chair to stand. Ilya’s eyes trailed after him, almost hungrily.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just desire but as he passed Ilya’s side, he leant down, lips close to the other’s ear. ‘As long as you can still get it up later.’ 

It was the first time there had been a crack in Ilya’s composure as he inhaled sharply, like he was trying to control himself. He looked as though he was seconds away from jumping him, and it made Shane’s stomach twist in anticipation. 

‘I will have no problem with that, sweetheart.’ 

Their lips were so close as Shane pulled back slightly, leaving the space between them charged with thick tension

Ilya’s eyes dropped to his lips again, causing Shane to smile provokingly. He moved a tiny bit closer, not quite a press but lips ghosting the other. 

‘I’ll be back.’ He teased low with another gentle brush before he pulled away entirely. 

For once, it was Ilya that looked flustered. 

On their final round of drinks, the energy was different. It was abundantly clear what both men wanted but there was something so fun about the chase. 

Shane had his arm on the table, purposefully brushing his fingertips against Ilya’s hand whenever he got the chance. Both were a little tipsy, fueled with a light buzz but clear headed enough to play into this little game. 

‘I know what you’re doing.’ Ilya said with a curl of his lips as Shane brushed his hand against him again. 

‘What am I doing?’ He innocently responded with his own playful smile. 

‘Trying to rile me up.’ Ilya replied, finally giving Shane exactly what he wanted as he reached across the table and took his hand. 

Shane’s fingers immediately curled around his, not being able to shake the feeling of how right it felt to hold Ilya’s hand. 

Ilya was nothing like the men his friends had tried to set him up with in the past. He was so big, muscular and manly. 

Shane had a bit of a buzz seeing how Ilya’s hand engulfed his own. 

‘Is it working?’ Shane asked curiously, although he already knew the answer from the way Ilya was hungrily looking at him. 

Ilya squeezed his hand. ‘I’d take you right here if I could.’ 

The boldness caught Shane off guard, making him smile down at the table. ‘Yeah?’ He challenged.

They both wanted, but it felt bigger than lust. They both felt optimistic that maybe this could lead into something more.

‘Yeah.’ Ilya grinned back with another light squeeze to his hand. 

‘Finish your drink.’ Shane demanded, seeing his own off. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could physically take being at such a distance from Ilya. 

‘It was your suggestion to have another.’ Ilya reminded but he didn’t argue as he took another sip, equally as desperate. 

‘Shut up.’ Shane shot back, eagerly watching as Ilya set his empty glass back down. ‘My hotel or your place?’ 

Ilya looked both turned on and endeared. ‘My place. I’m closer.’ 

They broke hands, Shane set a generous tip down before they eagerly left the bar side by side. 

It was a handsy walk, Shane was practically tucked into Ilya’s side, grounded with a hand to his lower back that dared to slip further down. 

‘How much further?’ He asked, tone impatient. 

‘Not far.’ Ilya kept fairly quiet, mostly because he was resisting the urge to push Shane up against the nearest wall. 

There was a swell of something dangerously close to possessiveness when Shane realised Ilya was just as close to losing control as he was. 

The walk felt too long and by the time they were nearly there, Ilya’s hand had already shamelessly slipped down to Shane’s ass. 

The touch was driving them both crazy but it wasn’t close enough, still not enough to satisfy their itch. 

‘I’m this one.’ Ilya breathed, motioning over to a block of very fancy apartments. 

‘Thank God.’ Shane replied, already missing Ilya as he pulled away to get his keys.

Even the entryway of the apartment building looked expensive, a grand open foyer, a tucked away lounging area. Shane even noticed a sign for a bar. 

But there was no time to take in the details right now. 

They approached the elevator, Ilya allowing Shane to slip inside first before trailing after. 

Then, the doors closed. The two were confined to the small space, air thick as they looked at each other, bodies whirring with pent up hunger. 

Ilya had his back to the wall, pressing the button to the top floor as Shane swallowed, eyes shamelessly raking down Ilya’s broad body. 

Neither could wait a second longer.

‘Come here.’ Ilya demanded. 

Shane didn’t need to be told twice. He surged forward, grabbing a fistful of Ilya’s shirt to hoist him closer before their lips smashed together. 

The kiss was rough and messy, Shane grabbed hold of Ilya’s curls as he felt hands grip his ass. 

Shane moaned in satisfaction at how beautifully filthy this all felt. Kissing Ilya was even better than he had imagined. With firm squeezes to his ass, Shane let himself be led as Ilya slipped his tongue inside. 

Hands dropped from the pretty curls to grab Ilya’s face, fingers pressed into his strong jawline.

When the doors finally opened, Shane almost whined as Ilya pulled away. But he didn’t have time to put up a fuss, not when Ilya grabbed his hand and practically dragged him towards his apartment. 

‘Open the fucking door.’ Shane said impatiently, draped over Ilya’s back whilst he reached into his pocket for the keys. 

‘What do you think I’m trying to do?’ Ilya shot back, sounding just as worked up. 

He got the door open, already turning back to kiss Shane as he pulled him inside. It was just as hungry as the last, leaving Shane stumbling backwards until he kicked the door shut behind him. 

His back met the door with a soft thud, Ilya holding him against it. 

‘You are so hot.’ Ilya practically growled, touching the other everywhere he could. His hands kept gravitating towards Shane’s biceps, as though he couldn’t quite believe how much muscle was there. ‘Fuckin’ love these.’ 

Shane threw his head to the side as Ilya pressed his lips against his sensitive neck. His body tingled, a soft sound verging on a whimper leaving his mouth as wet, sloppy kisses were planted on his skin. 

He was already sporting a semi from the elevator alone, but with Ilya all over him like this, practically worshipping him, Shane’s cock stirred with arousal. 

‘Fuck.’ Shane gritted out as Ilya’s tongue brushed along his neck, lingering at his ear as he caught the earlobe between his teeth with a teasing nip. ‘I want you, so bad.’ 

Pushing Ilya away just an inch, Shane caught his lips again and led him backwards. Ilya got the message, blindly leading them towards his bedroom. 

Shane didn’t even get a chance to admire the place, but from what he did see, it was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, cascading the moonlight into the room. The decor was dark, expensive furnishing embellishing the place, it almost resembled a bachelor's pad. 

Clearly Ilya wasn’t lying when he said he did well for himself. 

They stumbled past the room that Shane thought to be the bedroom as he caught a glimpse of the same black sheets that he had seen so many times in Ilya’s livestreams. 

But they moved past that door. 

‘Where are you taking me?’ He asked, slightly breathless. 

Ilya pressed another kiss to his lips. ‘My bedroom.’ 

Leaning in again, Shane glanced to the other room that looked so familiar. ‘I thought that was your bedroom.’ 

‘No.’ Ilya replied, distracted as he kissed along the other’s neck again. ‘That’s my filming room.’ 

Swallowing, Shane’s fingers trailed along the buttons of Ilya’s shirt. He had spent so many nights fantasising about being under those black sheets, wondering what it would be like to be taken apart in that room. 

He had to know. Biting down on his lower lip, he looked to Ilya. ‘Can you fuck me in there?’ 

Ilya had a knowing smirk on his face. As though he could read Shane like a book. 

‘I’ll fuck you anywhere you like.’ 

They changed course, lips meeting again as they stepped across the threshold of the room. 

Ilya’s hands came down, undoing the buttons of Shane’s shirt one by one. 

‘What do you think, bunny?’ Ilya teased against his lips. 

It was then Shane turned, his back to Ilya’s chest. Arms wrapped around him, hastily undoing the final few buttons as he glanced around. 

The room was big, enough to be a master bedroom which had Shane wondering how large Ilya’s actual bedroom was. It had the same dark theme, black sheets on the bed, a dark green on the walls. 

But it was contrasted once again with those beautifully large windows. 

It looked so familiar, Shane had spent so many nights watching Ilya from this room.

Cast to the side was a big mirror and a bookshelf, proudly on display were toys, all created by Ilya’s genius. Plugs, dildos, vibrators, everything you could imagine, all different shapes and sizes. 

But even that didn’t have his full attention, his eyes were drawn to the set up towards the foot of the bed.

It was simple, a ring light near the back, an older looking iphone resting on a tripod. It was effortless, but Shane knew that Ilya didn’t need fancy equipment to draw attention. 

‘Are you done being a fanboy?’ Ilya smirked, hands reaching up to squeeze Shane’s bare chest, his shirt now open. 

‘Shut up.’ He melted into the touch as Ilya’s fingers danced across his stomach. 

‘You know, I got you something…’ Ilya’s tone made Shane turn around to face him. 

‘What?’ He replied with a soft, confused laugh. ‘What do you mean you got me something?’

Ilya shrugged, eyes twinkling with amusement with Shane looking so perplexed. ‘A gift.’ 

‘A gift?’ Shane responded. 

Another kiss, softer than the others was pressed to his lips. ‘Wait here.’ 

‘What?’ Shane grinned bashfully, lips trailing after as Ilya pulled away. 

‘Just wait.’ Ilya left with a wink, leaving Shane to smile down at the floor. 

It had been a while since somebody had got him a gift. 

Footsteps approached again after a moment, and Ilya reentered with something tucked behind his back. 

‘You don’t have to do anything with it, obviously. But I just thought it was…fitting.’ 

The precaution had Shane both intrigued and excited as he stepped closer. ‘Okay…’

‘Okay.’ Ilya pulled the gift from behind his back to show. 

Shane’s eyes dropped down, his excited smile changing into something darker, lustful. Ilya’s lips curled into a knowing smile at Shane’s reaction. 

Because in his hands, was a mask. Black and faux leather. It cut off just above the mouth, with two narrow slits beneath the nose and cut-out holes for his eyes. 

On top, were two long, pointy bunny ears. 

‘Holy shit.’ He said quietly, in awe. Mindlessly reaching out to take the mask from Ilya’s hands. It didn’t feel cheap as he ran his fingers across the leather, heavier than he expected. 

He touched the ears that were held up sturdily, staring at them in amazement. 

‘I had it made, for you.’ 

His eyes went from the mask, to Ilya and back to the mask again. ‘It’s beautiful.’ 

It was as though he was holding his secret identity in his hands, his escape. There was a thrill in knowing that now he had it, he could enjoy exploring his other alias without being confined to just a chat box. 

People would never think that Shane Hollander, face of the NHL, would wear something like this. 

The mask was beautifully sexy, something so far from his comfort zone. But everything with Ilya was out of his comfort zone, constantly pushing him to step out, to try new things.

Shane wanted to jump in head first, like he always did when it came down to the other man. 

‘Can you help me put it on?’ He asked Ilya, arousal evident in his eyes as he looked back up. 

Ilya looked just as eager to see it on him. ‘Of course.’ Shane turned as he was motioned to do so, watching the two of them from the large mirror as Ilya reached over to take the mask. 

‘You tell me if it’s too tight or uncomfortable.’ Ilya added with a kiss to his shoulderblade. 

Shane watched as Ilya pulled up the zipper to loosen the material, the sound stark with the rest of the room so quiet as they both simmered with anticipation. 

Then, he reached over, stretching the material with his hands to slowly pull the mask over Shane’s face. 

The mask was heavy, but not uncomfortably so. It was more elasticated than it looked, skin-tight but still breathable. It was overwhelming, having something confine him, but it wasn’t necessarily scary. Shane quite quickly realised that he liked the feeling of the heaviness against his skin. 

Ilya made a few final adjustments, pulling down on any wrinkles. He made sure it was fitting well around the nose and eyes, untucking the creases of the mask that stopped just above his mouth. 

Once he was done with that, he pulled the zipper back down, tightening the material in place, locking Shane inside. 

Both men looked towards the mirror. Shane stared straight ahead and Ilya had his chin pressed to the other's shoulder. 

It was alien to see himself this, his face was practically concealed aside from his lips, bunny ears standing proudly on top of his head. 

In the dim lighting of the room, his shirt unbuttoned accentuating his strong chest, Ilya’s hands curiously trailing across his stomach from behind, Shane felt undeniably sexy. 

The mask was provocative and lewd, demanding attention seductively. Leaving his mouth visible wasn’t a mistake, it was a statement. To highlight its purpose. 

It was everything Shane wasn’t, but it was everything Bunny was.

Shane loved it. He loved how he couldn’t recognise himself.

‘What do you think, little bunny?’ Ilya asked slowly, hand creeping down from his stomach to grab a handful of Shane’s cock, squeezing lightly. 

Shane let out a breath, watching Ilya tease his cock, He couldn’t stop thinking about how good they looked together, how powerful. 

‘Can I…’ God he was so fucking turned on. ‘Can I wear it whilst you fuck me?’ 

‘That was the idea, sweetheart.’ Ilya smiled, skillful fingers making work of the button on the other’s trousers. ‘You like it then, yes?’ 

The mask was tight on his face, the pointy ears demanding attention. It was strange how quick he settled into it.

Tonight, he didn’t have to be Shane, he could forget the constant pressure. For once, he could simply exist without carrying the weight of his own name.

‘I love it.’ Shane replied, eyes locked onto his own reflection. He tilted his head a little, lips curling as he tracked the movement of his ears. 

Ilya took that as an opportunity to kiss his neck. ‘Beautiful boy.’ he murmured, carefully undoing the zipper to Shane’s trousers. ‘Such a pretty bunny.’ 

‘Oh, god.’ Shane keened as Ilya’s hand slipped under the waistband to feel his hard cock. 

Ilya kept teasing him with slow, torturous gropes and squeezes that only excited him further. Ilya smirked as he felt a small wet-patch right where Shane’s tip was pressed against his boxers, cock already drooling with precum. 

‘Do I have you excited, Shane?’ He taunted, low into his ear. ‘You’re making a fucking mess.’ 

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Shane’s snipe lacked bite. 

‘It turns me on how big you are.’ Ilya shamelessly admits with another squeeze that had Shane biting back a whimper. ‘Do you know why it turns me on, sweetheart?’ 

The question was rhetorical, but Shane found himself curiously responding. ‘Why?’ 

Ilya leant in closer, lips pressed just below the ears of his mask. 

‘You have a cock most men dream of having and yet you don’t want to fucking use it.’ He mocked lightly as he continued to rub at his cock through the material of his boxers. ‘Just a useless, pretty accessory for me to play with.’ 

A light, pathetic moan left his lips, his hips thrusting forwards into Ilya’s hand.

It was Shane’s first time experiencing a power dynamic, delving head first into submission. He’d always preferred receiving rather than giving but his other partners never treated him like this. 

It was filthy how Ilya was mocking him, people in his everyday life wouldn’t dare to speak to him this way. Shane’s name alone came with influence. He had respect. 

But for once, Shane wasn’t with someone that was beneath him. Ilya was his equal, he had just as much money, just as much fame, just as much influence.

They were from two different worlds, but both kings of their own individual empires. 

They both had power. 

And tonight, Shane found himself wanting to hand every last drop of his over to Ilya. 

‘You could get off just from this, couldn’t you? Ilya cooed, fingers crueling trailing against the bulge. ‘Wouldn’t be the first time you came in your pants, my pretty quickshot.’ 

 Shane’s face was hot under the mask, forced to watch as Ilya took him apart. 

‘Please.’ Shane pleaded for some mercy. ‘I need you.’ 

‘You need me?’ Ilya taunted, lip twitching upwards. ‘What do you need, little bunny? Are my hands not enough for you?’ 

It felt greedy to ask for more so he shook his head dumbly at Ilya’s question. It was enough, anything Ilya was willing to give him would be enough. 

‘Don’t go shy now. I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.’ 

It felt embarrassing to ask, so suddenly put on the spot. His gaze dropped towards the floor, averting their eyes from the mirror. It felt easier to ask this way. ‘Your cock.’ he murmured back. 

But it wasn’t good enough, a rough hand grabbed his new ears and forced his head back up. 

Ilya’s gaze was intense, but his lips kept that same cruel smile. 

‘Lets try that again.’ Ilya hummed with quiet dominance. ‘What do you want, Shane?’ 

His head was held in place with a firm hand, leaving no other option but to gaze at their reflection with desperate eyes. 

Shane swallowed down the humiliation. ‘Your cock.’ His voice was still quiet, evidently embarrassed but so hungry to have more. ‘I want your cock, please.’ 

‘There’s a good boy.’ The praise was worth the fall, washing over him. ‘Was that so hard?’ 

Ilya withdrew his hands entirely, and although he missed the loss of stimulation to his cock, he quickly got over himself as Ilya started to pop the buttons of his own shirt. 

Quickly, Shane turned, surging forwards to kiss at his neck whilst he did so. Ilya welcomed him in, even tilting his head to make room. 

Button by button, more of Ilya’s skin got exposed. His strong chest, his defined abs, the patch of hair just below his bellybutton that trailed down past his trousers. With eager hands, Shane pressed against Ilya, squeezing at his pecs, dragging them down to feel his muscle. 

When the shirt finally hit the floor, he grabbed hold of his biceps with a low moan. Ilya’s strength turned him on, to have someone that could lift him or throw him around was a rarity, but Ilya’s arms were huge, filled with muscle and power. 

Ilya let out a low, satisfied moan with the attention to his neck, Shane still planting wet kisses against his bare skin whilst his hands traveled to the belt around Ilya’s waist. 

Blindly, he unbuckled, slipping the leather from the loop and popping the button. Shane couldn’t help but greedily grab a handful of Ilya’s cock, giving it a firm squeeze, excitement gnawing as he felt the size in his palm. 

So many nights he had dreamt about touching Ilya, feeling Ilya. Now, here he was, having full permission to explore his body. 

It was everything Shane wanted. 

His fingers nimbly pulled on the zipper, the front of Ilya’s trousers now open and exposed. 

With full access, Shane pulled back from the warm neck, eyes burning with arousal as he looked at Ilya. He leant in, with a softer, almost delicate kiss to the other’s lips. 

And then, he sank to his knees, not being able to resist as he pressed his face into Ilya’s crotch, nuzzling against his covered cock with a light inhale. 

Fingers played with the ears on top of his head, allowing Shane to get his fill. 

‘Do you want it, sweetheart?’ He asked gently, but his eyes were lit with amusement, watching as Shane almost deliriously rubbed his face against his cock. ‘Do you need my cock in your mouth?’ 

‘Please.’ Shane felt drunker than he was, lips greedily sucking against the bulge. He had never wanted something in his mouth so badly before. ‘Please, I want it so bad. I want it so fucking bad, Ilya. Can I?’ 

The rush Ilya had from seeing Shane Hollander, face of the NHL reduced to this was maddening. 

He felt like a fucking God. 

Biting down against his cheek, Ilya composed himself. ‘Do you think you’ve been good enough?’ He asked with a slight tilt to his head. ‘Do you really think you deserve it after teasing me all night?’ 

‘I wasn’t–’ 

‘–Yes you were. Touching me, teasing me. Where’s that confidence gone now, hm?’ 

Shane practically whined with his face pressed against Ilya’s cock. ‘Please.’ He begged, voice muffled with greedy hands already underneath the waistband. ‘I want it.’ 

‘I bet you’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you?’ Ilya almost mocked, seeing how far he could push the other man. ‘With a pretty face like yours I bet people will do anything you say.’

Ilya wasn’t technically wrong, Shane didn’t hear the word no often. 

Shane was losing his fucking mind as he pulled again on the elastic. ‘Ilya. Please.’ 

‘Put your hands behind your back.’ Ilya replied, ignoring the pleas. 

‘Ilya–’ 

‘–Put your hands behind your back or you will get nothing.’ 

Stubbornly, he listened, slipping his fingers from the waistband of Ilya’s boxers and placing his hands behind his back. 

He looked up, defiance written across his face which bleeded so beautifully into the reluctant obedience. 

‘Brat.’ Ilya scorned, smirking at the expression on Shane’s face. ‘Don’t move, don’t touch. Sit right there.’ 

‘But–’ Shane protested, already disobeying as he moved his face closer again with a pout. 

‘Did I say you were allowed to speak to me?’ Ilya ridiculed, quick to cut him off as Shane practically writhed on the spot. ‘Only good boys get to speak to me.’ 

Whatever this was, Shane was really fucking into it. He hung his head, ears brushing against Ilya’s lower stomach. He felt so slutty, on his knees, begging for cock. 

Shane Hollander wasn’t known to beg for anything. Even with past relationships, he had never delved into submission. 

But with Ilya guiding him through it, it felt so easy to let go. 

So, he played the part. He stayed quiet, nose now ghosting against the prominent bulge. 

Clearly pleased, Ilya finally gave him what he wanted. Eyes trained on Shane, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly slipped them down. 

Shane’s eyes widened, pupils dilated as the thick cock smacked against his stomach. He had to swallow down the salvia that was pooling in his mouth at the sight. 

‘Fuck.’ He whispered to himself, his own cock stirring, untouched and painfully hard. 

He had never been with someone as big as Ilya, and it looked even bigger in person, looming over his face so beautifully. 

There was a small, trimmed patch of hair at the base, veins just like the one on his toy shooting down the shaft towards the tip. Ilya was huge. 

But what had him writhing was finally seeing his pierced head in person. The barbell went straight across his tip, two small silver balls either side. 

As Ilya grabbed hold of his cock, he pulled back the skin, exposing it even more, taunting him. 

Shane adjusted himself, following his movements with a desperate look. His mouth suddenly felt far too empty.

‘Do you want it, bunny?’ 

Shane nodded desperately, still remembering the rules. 

Ilya’s lips curled, Shane looked entranced with his cock. ‘Open your mouth, sweetheart. Still no touching.’ 

Shane complied pathetically quickly. He parted his lips, eyes shining up at Ilya. 

‘So beautiful.’ Ilya murmured, taking a moment just to admire the man on the floor. Shane truly was a vision, it was obvious as to why he was so popular with both men and women. 

Ilya finally guided the tip of his cock towards Shane’s waiting mouth. The piercing brushed along his lower lip, leaving a light trail of precome which was quickly licked up. 

His movements were slow and deliberate, easing the head of his cock past Shane’s lips. 

Then, he stilled. 

Shane hollowed his cheeks, lips hastily wrapping around Ilya’s cock with a light, airy hum as he suckled down. He couldn’t help the way his tongue darted out, flicking against the cool metal. 

Suddenly, a rough pull to his ears stopped him in his tracks. ‘Did I say you could suck me off?’ 

Shane glanced up, both turned on and terrified that Ilya would make him pull off. He gently shook his head, lips still firmly around the head of Ilya’s cock. 

‘No. I didn’t.’ Ilya answered for him. ‘So keep your mouth fucking open.’ 

Desperation flashed through Shane’s eyes, but Ilya didn’t budge. So with the fear that Ilya would stop altogether if he didn’t listen, he opened his mouth again, the tip of Ilya’s cock resting on his tongue. 

He wanted more, he wanted to sink down and feel the weight in its entirety. 

But even more than that, he wanted to be good. 

‘Look at that, you’re learning.’ Ilya mocked, hand still gripping his ears in a tight hold. He could tell that Shane wanted more, so subtly trying to inch further down. 

It was cute to watch. 

‘Keep it open for me. I don’t want to feel your lips.’ That was hard considering Ilya was a mouthful, as he sank further down, Shane opened his mouth as wide as he could to accommodate. 

‘That’s it, good boy.’ Ilya praised quietly, watching the other with intensity. The further he pushed, the glassier Shane’s eyes got. Then, he began to shallowly thrust, only about halfway but enough to have Shane whimpering. 

Shane’s eyes stung, jaw aching already from having his mouth stretched around Ilya’s cock. He wanted to close his lips around him, he wanted his nose to be buried in the trimmed patch of hair. 

Ilya wouldn’t notice if he subtly adjusted himself so he could feel a little more. 

So that’s what he did, he played it off as though he was readjusting, sitting up more on his heels. With his eyes trained on Ilya, he ever so slowly sunk down just a little more. 

‘Do you think I’m stupid?’ Ilya cut in, halting Shane’s movements. He hoped his puppy eyes would let him get away with it but Ilya wasn’t that kind. ‘Or are you that much of a slut that you can’t listen to simple instructions?’

Shane let out a noise that was close to a moan, eyes ablaze with lust, letting Ilya know it was safe to continue. 

He leaned down, hands pinching Shane’s cheeks together in a mean grip. ‘You want my cock that badly, little bunny?’ He quietly ridiculed, voice low and dangerous. Shane didn’t realise he was walking into a trap as he tried to nod. ‘You can fucking choke on it.’ 

There wasn’t time to retaliate. Ilya, with both hands to the back of his head, forced him down in one go. His cock hit the back of Shane’s throat, causing his eyes to burn as he sputtered around the intrusion. 

His throat tightened, breathing erratic and face hot as Ilya held him there.

And the moan Shane let out was fucking obsence. His masked nose hit the small tuft of hair, hands gripped Ilya’s thighs and eyes filled with tears as he gagged around the cock. 

There was spit pooling under his tongue as he tried to regain control, body screaming for air from the sudden cut off. 

Shane was flailing as Ilya held him there, drool escaping his mouth as tears started to fall under the mask. 

‘You wanted to be greedy.’ Ilya remarked, making Shane choke on every last inch. ‘So fucking take it.’ 

A whimper left his mouth, face going red as tried to pull off. He could feel the balls of Ilya’s piercing drag against the back of his throat as he continued to gag, body hot. 

Finally, Ilya released him. 

Ilya’s cock was coated in spit as Shane pulled off with a cough, a string of saliva still connecting them like a wire from his wet lips. 

His eyes were shining, still filled with unspilled tears as he gazed up at Ilya who was waiting to gauge his reaction. 

And then, Shane smiled. It was a dumb, stupid grin. Ilya thought it was the hottest thing he had ever fucking seen. 

‘Thank you.’ His voice was hoarse, already surging forwards to run his lips against the other’s cock again. ‘Thank you so much.’ 

Ilya’s eyes lit up, having the realisation that he had met his match. 

Shane filthy lapped at his cock, tears still falling from the pressure to his throat only moments ago. 

Ilya gave him a moment to relax, hand gently resting on his head. ‘Good boy, sweetheart.’ He cooed, smiling as the other wrapped his lips around his cock again. ‘Take what you want, bunny. You’ve been so good.

Humming lightly at the praise, Shane fluttered his eyes closed and started to work his mouth down against Ilya’s cock. The sound was obscene with the amount of spit that had pooled from his mouth. 

Ilya moaned, low and satisfied. Shane wanted to hear that noise on repeat for the rest of his life. 

He hollowed his cheeks, lips tight around the length as he took more in. It was messy, Shane was chasing his own enjoyment as he revelled in the feeling of having Ilya in his mouth. 

The heaviness was addictive, tongue gliding against the underside to get a better taste. 

He was in heaven. 

Ilya just watched in awe. He had been with many people, but they seemed to pale in comparison to the man beneath him who was worshipping his cock. 

Shane’s mouth was something else, warm, wet. Most people struggled to fit him halfway, but Shane swallowed around him like it was nothing. 

The way that he kept moaning around him was ridiculously hot - Shane was getting off on this, just from having his mouth filled. 

‘You like that, baby?’ 

Baby. That was new. 

Shane hummed in pleasure, body tingling as he worked his mouth down. He nodded desperately, wet eyes opening and gazing right up at Ilya, who was convinced that he had never seen a more beautiful sight. 

Ilya dropped character for a little while, getting caught up in the feeling of Shane pleasuring him. 

But he had so much more he wanted to do tonight. 

‘Get up on the bed.’ Ilya swallowed.

But Shane shook his head in protest, he didn’t want an empty mouth. He wanted to keep making Ilya feel good. 

‘I know, bunny.’ Ilya sympathised. ‘But you can have more later. I promise.’ 

Whining in protest, Shane reluctantly pulled off. His lips looked so inviting, glistening with spit and a little swollen. 

‘Want to suck you.’ He complained, dragging his lips against the piercing on Ilya’s cock. 

Ilya was mentally praising himself for having the self restraint of a fucking saint because Shane was seriously testing his control.

He patted Shane’s cheek affectionately. ‘I know, pretty, but I want to fuck you.’ 

That seemed to peak Shane’s interest as he glanced back up again. 

Ilya smiled knowingly. ‘Come on. Up.’ 

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stood. Ilya couldn’t resist grabbing him, lips meeting in a desperate kiss as he finally discarded Shane’s shirt and threw it to the floor. 

Shane moaned into it, hands reaching out to grab Ilya’s face as he was led backwards towards the bed. 

‘I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.’ Ilya practically crawled on top of Shane as he lowered him down, hands frantically tugging on his trousers to get them off. 

Having the weight of Ilya on top of him was one of the best feelings in the world. 

Ilya grabbed his trousers and boxers in one and pulled them down, hastily throwing them to the floor so they were both naked. 

‘Face the end of the bed. All fours.’ Ilya placed one final kiss to his lips before pulling away. 

Shane moved quickly, the mattress dipping as Ilya moved behind him, watching. With hungry eyes on him, Shane smiled as he sat up on his knees with his back to Ilya. 

As much as Ilya had control tonight, there was no denying that Shane still had him completely wrapped around his finger. 

Ilya looked almost entranced as Shane’s hands came back to playfully squeeze his ass before he lowered himself down, slowly, sensually. 

‘Fuck.’ Ilya muttered under his breath as Shane arched his back, ass in the air and palms resting flat on the sheets. 

He honestly didn’t think he had ever been this turned on before. 

Shane’s ass was perfect, round and toned; it was clear he worked out a lot. Ilya came up behind him, not being able to resist as he gave it a rough squeeze. 

‘So fucking perfect.’ He murmured, mostly to himself as he spread Shane’s cheeks apart and spat down against his hole. 

Shane pushed back with a lazy grin as Ilya gave him a light swat. The recoil as Ilya’s hand made contact made him lose his fucking mind.

‘I’m going to fuck you so good.’ It was so hot hearing Ilya lose his composure. ‘I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.’ 

Shane never once doubted that. 

‘Hurry up then.’ He teased in retailiation. ‘Need you in me.’ 

Ilya didn’t need to be told again as he dived in, hands gripping apart Shane’s ass to lick a stripe against his hole.

Shane breathed out in content, pushing himself back eagerly. 

The energy between them wasn’t like anything they had experienced before. The air in the room felt thick as Ilya licked against his hole like a starving man. 

Shane had his forehead to the mattress, hands gripping hold of the sheets as Ilya took him apart once again. 

Rough hands held him apart, and Ilya let out a low moan as he worked his tongue against the tight ring of muscle. 

‘God.’ Shane breathed out, biting down against his lower lip. There were a lot of pros that came with being with someone as experienced as Ilya, he just seemed to know exactly what to do. The way he touched him, how he teased him, how he could read his body so easily.

Ilya yanked him closer, face hungrily pressed into his ass. Shane let out another soft moan at the manhandling as his tongue finally slipped inside. 

And as he looked up, he was face to face with Ilya’s camera setup. 

Phone resting dormant on the tripod, ringlight switched off. It seemed like such a waste.

Shane suddenly had a stupid idea. 

‘Put it on.’ He pleaded. 

Ilya was too engrossed to hear him properly, too caught up in tasting Shane, but hearing him speak made Ilya pause for a moment, tongue slipping out as he pressed firm kisses to his ass. ‘Did you say something, baby?’ 

Shane nodded, breathing shaky as he nodded towards the foot of the bed. ‘The camera. Put it on.’ 

Ilya’s eyes trailed towards the camera with uncertainty, knowing that perhaps Shane wasn’t in the clearest of headspaces right now.

‘Maybe some other time.’ He assured with another kiss. 

But Shane was adamant. ‘Turn it on and fuck me, Ilya.’ 

‘Sweetheart.’ Ilya moved up, draping across his back with firm kisses to his shoulderblades. ‘It is too risky for you.’ 

That was the entire reason Shane wanted to do it. He wanted to take a risk. The idea of getting caught was just too alluring. 

He also wanted the entire fucking world to see him get taken apart by Ilya Rozanov. 

‘They wouldn’t be able to tell it’s me.’ He countered. Shane had a point; the room was dark and the mask covered most of his defining features. 

Ilya trailed his eyes back towards the phone again in contemplation. 

He wanted nothing more than to fuck Shane on camera, have him so drunk on his cock that he was babbling nonesense. 

But there would be serious consequences if they were caught. 

‘Still too risky.’ He brushed the idea off, pushing down his own desire for the sake of Shane’s career. 

‘Ilya.’ 

‘Shane.’ 

Ilya wasn’t budging, but Shane knew how to stoop low. 

He turned over, back to the mattress with Ilya hovering over him. His hands trailed across the other’s broad chest, putting on the best puppy eyes he could muster. 

‘You wanna fuck me, Rozanov?’ He asked airly. 

Ilya nodded, almost desperately. Shane had him just where he wanted him. 

Eyes locked, Shane spat onto his hand. Then, he reached down, grabbing both of their cocks together in a firm grip. 

‘I want you so fucking bad.’ He continued as he stroked them both together, so slowly. 

Ilya looked like he was holding on for dear life. 

With their cocks pressed together, Shane’s slick hand created the most perfect friction. 

Ilya crumbled, head pressed into Shane’s neck as he let out a soft moan. 

But Shane wasn’t done, he hadn’t broken him just yet. His lips found Ilya’s ear, voice soft, seductive. ‘Do you want me, baby?’ 

That seemed to do it. Shane hadn’t used a pet name on him before. 

Ilya nodded frantically as Shane teased their cocks. ‘Fuck, please.’ 

Shane’s lips curled, keeping the same hushed tone. ‘Then turn on the fucking camera.’ 

With that, he let go, feeling the weight of Ilya on top of him as he slumped back down. 

‘What if they figure out it’s you?’ He murmured against his neck, planting light kisses to his skin. 

‘Then we deal with that after.’ Shane replied, finally meeting Ilya’s eyes as he pulled away to look down at him. 

Ilya couldn’t resist placing a kiss on those pretty lips. He was a weak man when it came to Shane. 

‘You are such a brat, do you know that?’ He knew he was no better than the others that gave Shane whatever he asked for, but he didn’t care. He was exactly where he wanted to be. 

Wrapped around Shane Hollander’s finger. 

Shane just grinned in excitement, knowing he had won. ‘Put it on.’ 

With that, Shane turned back over, anticipation crawling across his body as Ilya moved over him. 

He turned the phone on, flicked to the browser that he used and like second nature navigated to the go live screen. 

He didn’t start it just yet, giving Shane a moment to reconsider now that the two of them could be seen on screen. 

Ilya couldn’t deny how good they looked together.

Shane wasn’t wrong, you couldn’t really tell it was him with the mask on. Only if you were really comparing the two would it be obvious.

‘What do you think?’ He asked gently, running his free hand over Shane’s back and giving him the opportunity to change his mind.

Shane couldn’t recognise himself, a stupid, lazy smile plastered on his hidden face. He had never seen himself so relaxed. 

Ilya directly on top of him looked beautiful, the dark lighting accentuated his body even more. He looked so strong, so fucking big. Shane wasn’t a small man by any means, but he felt tiny in comparison to the man on top. 

Just how he liked it.

‘Lets do it.’ 

‘Okay.’ Ilya kept a calm, assuring attitude. As excited as he was, he needed to make sure that Shane wasn’t jumping the gun just because he was horny. ‘There are a few things first.’ 

‘I don’t care–’

‘–Ah, no. We either do this my way or not at all.’ 

Shane huffed, but listened nonetheless. Ilya rewarded him with a soft kiss to his back. 

‘They expect a certain character from me in these things.’ Ilya was as gentle as possible as he started to explain. ‘They’re not looking for sappy, lovey sex.’ 

It dawned on Shane that this wasn’t as simple as hooking up on camera, Ilya had a brand that he needed to protect. 

Thankfully for Ilya, Shane knew and liked that character far too much. 

‘I know.’ He replied, no longer pushing. He let Ilya speak, leading him through it like he always did. 

‘So I will be mean. A little rough.’ Ilya needed to make sure that Shane was entirely comfortable. 

He was just as desperate to click the button, but the last thing Ilya wanted to do was scare Shane off from the intensity. 

Especially as he hoped this would lead to more than just a hookup. 

‘I’m fine with that.’ Shane smiled as Ilya pressed his face into his neck. ‘I like when you’re mean.’ 

‘I know you do, sweetheart.’ Ilya replied with another kiss. ‘Have you ever used the traffic light system?’ 

Shane almost innocently shook his head, which only made Ilya want to ravage him more. In a way, it felt like corruption, as though Shane was allowing him to strip his innocence. 

Ilya knew the kink world was new to him, and he would make sure that Shane explored it as safely as possible. 

‘Okay.’ The warmness in Ilya’s tone made Shane’s body ease. Not once did Ilya make him feel judged for not being the most knowledgeable in these things. ‘Green is you’re good to go. You feel comfortable with the scene and you’re happy to continue.’ 

Shane nodded, taking it in. 

‘Orange, you would like to continue but you’re not comfortable with the current scene. Maybe it’s too intense or it’s just not something you’re into and it’s not making you feel good. We just slow it down, basically.’ 

It felt slightly overwhelming to take so much in. Shane hadn’t given what they were about to do this much thought. 

But as overwhelming as it was, excitement outmatched that feeling. Nobody would ever be able to make him feel as safe to indulge as Ilya. 

‘You with me, baby?’ Ilya checked in. 

Shane nodded quickly. 

‘I will need words if we’re going to do this, Shane. That is how I’ll make sure you’re okay.’ Ilya firmly, yet softly corrected. 

‘I’m good.’ He assured. ‘Keep going,’ 

Ilya pressed another kiss to his shoulderblade. ‘Good boy, thank you.’ 

He couldn’t see how Shane was smiling stupidly to himself. 

‘Red, we stop. We’ve reached a hard limit, you do not feel good and we need to end the scene. It can be for anything, either I’ve pushed you too far or you’re just not enjoying yourself. Do not feel as though you need to hold back from saying it, if you need to stop, we stop. Yes?’ 

Shane went to nod again, but then he remembered that Ilya needed verbal confirmation. ‘Yes.’ 

‘Good.’ Ilya hummed, hands gently squeezing Shane’s waist. ‘I will try to read you as best as I can, and I’ll check in throughout with your colors, but I need you to always be honest with me. You say those colours whenever you need to.’ 

The amount of care Ilya was putting into this had Shane’s heart soaring.

‘I’ll be honest. I promise.’ Shane replied, longingly staring at the camera. 

‘Okay.’ Ilya smiled to himself in excitement, but Shane could see it from the phone which made him grin. Ilya was so cute. ‘I won’t be nice to you, little bunny.’ 

Shane finally caught his eye in the camera, both men were smiling. ‘Do your worst, Rozanov.’ He challenged back. 

They were going to be a good fucking match. 

‘What’s your colour, pretty?’ Ilya asked almost teasingly, like he didn’t already know. 

Shane beamed. ‘So fucking green.’ 

With full permission, Ilya got up from the bed. Shane watched with lustfilled eyes as he walked behind his set up. 

He switched on the ringlight, keeping it to its lowest setting to keep the room dim. Shane felt his stomach curl in excitement at being just that little bit more exposed. 

‘How's that?’ Ilya asked, watching Shane sit up on his knees in front of the camera. 

He looked fucking sinful. 

‘That’s fine.’ Shane replied with a light adjustment to his mask. 

He stared at himself in the camera, watching his bunny ears follow as he tilted his head to the side. 

Ilya just watched him in full blown adoration. 

‘Alright. I’ll go live.’ Ilya announced it as a warning. ‘You’re sure about this?’ 

One final check in before they couldn’t go back. 

Shane nodded, a playful, dangerously lustful smile curled at his lips. ‘Lets give them a show.’ 

Ilya composed himself. After all his years in the industry, he didn’t think he had ever been this excited to click the go live button. 

‘Alright.’ He swallowed, giving Shane one final look over to make sure he was comfortable. 

He looked like a natural, thighs slightly spread, body defined and well built with his hard cock resting untouched between his legs. Ilya thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. 

With that, he pressed the button. There was no going back as he walked around to join Shane on the bed, wrapping his arms around him from behind as they both watched the camera idly. 

‘Do we just wait?’ Shane asked, light nerves bleeding in under the intensity of the red recording button. 

But Ilya was there to reassure him, planting open mouth kisses to his neck. ‘Just give it a second.’ 

Shane melted into the touch, even more so when Ilya wrapped a hand around his cock. 

‘Look at yourself, baby.’ Ilya cooed during the interim, knowing there wouldn’t be a lot of chances to dote on Shane once people started coming in. ‘So fucking beautiful.’ 

Shane relaxed against him, eyes watching his own reflection in the camera. It wasn’t egotistical to admit that he did look good, he felt confident about his body, he looked so strong. 

And with Ilya behind him, he felt as though he could do anything. 

Omggg hiii

Whose this? 

We get a live today ?!?! 

Viewers flooded in, zero to hundreds in a matter of seconds. 

Shane swallowed, eyes following the rapid increase of the numbers. This was really happening. 

‘Hi guys.’ Ilya took the lead, lips pressed to Shane’s shoulderblade as he continued to leisurely stroke his cock. He could feel the nerves practically emitting from the other. ‘We have someone very special with us today.’ 

Shane held back a moan as Ilya squeezed his cock, making him hide his face into the other’s neck.

Ilya smirked at his shyness, mentally storing that knowledge away to use against him later. 

‘You guys know Bunny, don’t you?’ 

BUNNY!!!!!

WTF

What is fucking happening omg.

THAT’S BUNNY? 

Clearly Shane’s participation in chat had paid off, he was a known regular at this point. 

‘Don’t be rude, sweetheart. They’re saying hi to you.’ Ilya playfully scolded as Shane writhed against him. 

He forced himself to look up, messages flying by before he had a chance to read them. He had no idea how Ilya managed to keep up. 

But from what he could see, Ilya was right. People were saying hi to him, both in excitement and shock. 

Ilya had never fucked a viewer, he knew that. 

‘Hi.’ His voice was uncertain, not sounding like his own which was probably for the best. 

But as nervous as he was, the reception he was receiving was incredibly warm and well, horny. 

He is so fucking hot. 

What’s his @?

‘Oh, no. Bunny doesn’t make content.’ Ilya caught that last comment as he continued to play with Shane’s cock. ‘He’s just for me to enjoy.’ 

Shane held back a smile, slowly warming up. It was a lot for him to take in, but people were being so receptive. 

‘Do you like my bunny, chat?’ Ilya said from over his shoulder, showing him off. ‘Do you want to watch me break him?’ 

Letting out a breath, Shane’s hips stuttered forwards as Ilya gave attention to his tip. 

Ilya smiled cruelly. He could tell that Shane was holding back, and he’d make sure to give him the push he needed to let go. 

You could have him top you. 

Look at his cock omfg. 

The lewd comments about his body were only turning him on more, giving Shane a rush of confidence. He had never put himself on display like this before. In his everyday life, everything about his image was controlled. 

To be so exposed and so vulnerable was fucking exilerating.

‘He’s not topping shit.’ Ilya suddenly laughed, a genuine one that came out as a snort which had Shane going red in the face. ‘He could pin me down if he really wanted to. But you don’t want that, do you, sweetheart?’ 

It was rhetorical but Shane still shook his head obediently, bunny ears moving as he did so.

‘No. My boy prefers to get fucked like the slut he is.’ 

The possessiveness of his words and the subtle implication that Shane belonged to Ilya had his head spinning.  

‘Flex your muscles, baby. Show the camera.’ Ilya put him on the spot on purpose. 

Shane suddenly looked a little bashful which only amused Ilya further. 

‘Show them, pretty. Don’t be shy.’ 

So he did. With a little less confidence that he would’ve liked, he curled his biceps, arms looking incredibly big as they bulged under the dark lighting of the room. 

‘Fucking look at that.’ Ilya mused, not being able to resist as he bit down against one of them. He could’ve spent all night ogling over the size of Shane’s arms. ‘Little bunny is very strong.’ 

Chat was collectively losing their minds. Shane knew that Ilya’s usual partners were a lot smaller than him, lanky and petite. It was probably the first time they had seen him with someone that almost matched him in size, and they were lapping it up. 

Encouraged, Shane reached both arms behind, clasping his hands together behind Ilya’s head to show his arms off more. Ilya thought it was the hottest thing he had ever fucking seen. Shane’s abs were flexed, strong chest on display and arms bulging. 

He turned his head, pressing eager kisses against his biceps whilst Shane held him in a loose headlock. 

‘Fuck.’ Ilya breathed out, a small crack in his character. ‘So perfect.’ 

Chat seemed to recognise the difference in energy. Ilya always had chemistry with his on screen partners, but this felt different, looked different. 

He’s whipped LOL.

They look so fucking good together. 

Exactly where he wants to be fr. 

Shane saw the comments and smirked, craning his head to the side to chase Ilya’s lips who happily reciprocated. The kiss was rough and messy, teeth clashing as they fought for dominance. Ilya would win, but Shane was going to make him work for it.

He wanted everyone to know who Ilya belonged to. 

‘Mhm.’ Ilya moaned into it, turned on as Shane held him so firmly in place. They got lost in it for a moment, forgetting about the camera.

It was Ilya that pulled away first, both men looking at each other with hunger. Shane finally dropped his arms, silently communicating that he was ready. 

‘Bend over for me, sweetheart.’ Ilya pressed one final, sweet kiss to his lips. 

It would be the last one like that for a while and Shane could barely contain his excitement as a hand on his shoulderblade pushed him down so his ass was in the air. 

‘Are you all jealous of me, chat?’ Ilya taunted with a firm smack to Shane’s ass. ‘I’d be jealous if I was you.’ 

He leant down, roughly spreading him apart with his hands. Then, he dived in, tongue flat as he dragged it against his hole. 

‘Fuck.’ Shane whispered, eyes on the chat. 

‘Keep them entertained for me, bunny.’ Ilya teased. 

It was hard to concentrate with Ilya’s tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle of his hole, obscene wet noises coming from his mouth. 

I don’t know who I’m more jealous of. 

The bottom is fucking hot. 

Ilya moaned, face pressed into Shane’s ass as he ate him out like it was his last meal. His tongue thrusted into him, slowly opening him up, getting him ready for something bigger. 

‘That feels so fucking good.’ Shane breathed out as his eyes rolled back, hands reaching behind to spread himself, making it easier for Ilya to continue. 

It was only the start, Shane knew that Ilya was just warming up. His skillful tongue continued to thrust into him messily, spit slid down onto balls. Ilya was being filthy on purpose, using more saliva than necessary to make Shane feel even dirtier. 

He loved it. 

Ilya placed his hand over Shane’s, giving it a firm, assuring squeeze. The camera probably missed it, but Shane didn’t - it was a silent check in. 

‘Green.’ He said quietly, voice a little shaky as Ilya took him apart with his tongue. 

When Ilya pulled back, Shane let out a soft whine of protest, but he was quickly reprimanded with another rough slap to his ass. 

‘Shut up.’ Ilya cut him off. ‘You’ll take what I give you.’ 

There was no time to retaliate as Ilya circled a finger around his rim, eyes glancing towards the camera. ‘He’s such a slut.’ he was speaking as though Shane wasn’t even there. ‘Throws a tantrum when he’s not getting his holes filled.’ 

The humiliation had him hot under the mask, cock pressed against the sheets as he eagerly tried to push back. 

That only added fuel to the fire.

‘Just look at him,’ Ilya laughed, finger pressed but not yet pushing. ‘Do you still think he’s capable of topping me?’ 

The chat responded with a resounding no. 

But Shane felt like protecting his pride. ‘I could.’ It didn't come out as sure as he would’ve liked and, in all honesty, it sounded rather pathetic. 

‘Was I talking to you?’ Ilya sniped cruelly. Shane whimpered as Ilya finally eased a finger inside. ‘Your stupid cock isn’t going inside anything.’

The degradation was delicious, Shane already felt himself slipping, Ilya’s words going straight to his dick. It wasn’t something he had ever expected himself to be into, but there was something attractive about it. 

He had always been made to feel like some sort of porcelain doll. Not with Ilya. He wanted to push him. He wanted to see him break.

Shane wanted to find out just how far he was willing to go. 

Slick with spit, Ilya managed to fully seat his finger inside. He couldn’t help but smirk as Shane desperately clenched around him, wanting more. 

He was tight, perfectly so. Nevertheless, Ilya could also tell that Shane had been playing with himself from the way his finger so easily pushed in. ‘When was the last time you were fucked, bunny?’ 

It was a mean question, leading Shane into a trap. Ilya knew from their date that the other hadn’t been with anyone in a while, but Shane was not thinking clearly enough to realise in time. ‘I don’t know.’ He replied truthfully, eyebrows pinched together and lips parted as he breathed out shakily. ‘Early this year.’ 

Ilya’s lips curled as he slowly started to move his finger. ‘Is that so?’ he hummed in contemplation. 

Shane wasn’t sure what he was getting at. ‘Yeah.’ 

‘Then tell the camera why your slutty hole is so fucking open for me.’ 

Heat rushed through his body, wrapping him in a thick blanket of humiliation. 

‘It isn’t–’

‘–Yes it is.’ Ilya cut in, curling his finger as Shane pushed back again. ‘I could fit my cock in there without even prepping you.’ 

That was an exaggeration, but the way Shane whimpered in protest spurred Ilya on. 

‘Tell them, baby. What have you been doing with yourself?’ 

Hands gripping the sheets, Shane hid his face away into the mattress but Ilya wasn’t feeling that sweet anymore. His ears were grabbed for the second time that night, forcing his head back up to be face on with the camera. 

‘Tell them. Before I make you.’ Ilya warned low.

It was a side of Ilya that Shane had only ever had the privilege of seeing through a screen. To be able to experience it in person and feel the atmosphere shift was something entirely different. 

It was overwhelming in the best possible way and Shane found himself utterly caught up in it. 

Bunny looks so gone already. 

Tell us Bunny!!!! 

His eyes shifted to chat, the number of viewers almost doubling in the time he wasn’t watching. 

‘Uh.’ He felt so exposed, and it didn’t help that he had a full few of how pathetic he looked. ‘I touch myself, sometimes.’ 

‘Sometimes?’ Ilya pried, keeping his head up like he was showing off a prize. 

Shane tried to nod, but the grip he was held in was just too strong. ‘Yes. I um, I like to use your toys sometimes, sir.’ 

Ilya wasn’t expecting the title to fall from Shane’s lips. Their eyes locked through the camera and in an instant, he realised Shane knew exactly what he was doing. As much as he was writhing and whimpering, there was a subtle curl at the corner of his lips that gave him away. 

He was enjoying every second of the attention and he knew how to play along. 

‘Oh yeah?’ Ilya replied, a second digit sliding in which made Shane’s back arch. ‘Which one is your favourite, little bunny?’ 

‘Fuck.’ Shane cursed, high and needy as Ilya curled his fingers and slowly started to pump them inside. ‘The one of your cock, sir.’ 

Ilya held back a smirk, but his eyes showed his dangerous enjoyment all the while dragging his fingers against Shane’s prostate. ‘Is that so?’ 

Head falling into his arms, Shane nodded vigorously, muffled moans leaving his lips as Ilya continued to stroke that one spot that had his stomach curling. 

‘Are you excited to have the real thing?’ 

‘Oh.’ Shane whimpered, hand reaching down to play with his own cock. He could barely be heard with how deep he had pressed his head into the mattress, consumed with pleasure. ‘Yes, sir. I want it, I want you so bad.’ 

This wasn’t Shane playing a character; this was genuine desperation as he pushed back onto Ilya’s fingers. ‘Please, please. I want you.’ 

He didn’t care if it hurt, he needed to feel Ilya right fucking now. The way he was teasing his hole open was so methodical, so unrushed. It was a slow build that was starting to pull him apart. 

‘Do you hear that chat? Pretty boy wants me.’ Ilya practically mocked him with a pout. ‘You’ve not begged me hard enough yet, sweetheart.’ 

Ilya kept toying with his prostate with slow curls of his fingers, drawing him closer and closer. He could feel the heat in his belly, an early release simmering its way inside. Shane kept stroking his cock despite being on the brink, set on chasing the pleasure. 

‘Please.’ He whined, hand desperately working its way around his cock. ‘Please, I fucking need you Ily- sir. I need you so bad.’ 

‘Give me your hands.’ 

Shane pathetically shook his head in defiance, eyebrows pinched together as he frantically stroked himself. 

The pleasure was building, blossoming across his entire body. 

‘Give me your fucking hands, now.’ 

Ilya knew he was far too close, far too soon. 

‘Don’t wanna.’ Shane slurred back, eyes rolling back as he touched himself. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna–’ 

His hand was ripped away, roughly forced behind his back. He was completely restrained, arm twisted uncomfortably.  

‘No, no, please.’ He begged, hips rolling down against the bed to chase his ruined orgasm. ‘Please, I fucking need it.’ 

‘You are such a fucking slut.’ Ilya practically growled, cutting Shane off entirely as he pulled away his fingers. 

Shane almost felt like crying from the loss, whining as a rough hand wrapped around his throat and pulled him back until his back was flush with Ilya’s chest, arm still held behind his back to display his hard cock. 

It was shining with precum, his tip red and angry from the cut off. 

‘Colour?’ Ilya murmured, just for Shane’s ears. 

As upset as he was, he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on to have his pleasure decided for him. 

‘Green.’ Shane replied, trying to turn his head to kiss Ilya but the grip on his throat was just too strong, leaving him whining in protest as Ilya’s fingers simply circled around his rim, dipping inside every now and then just to tease. 

‘Please.’ He begged, desperately trying to wriggle his hips to push them back inside. ‘I need you.’ 

‘You need me now, do you?’ Ilya hit back, enjoying how Shane was trying to chase his fingers. ‘You almost came all over yourself, but now you need me?’ 

‘I’m sorry.’ He replied with a frown, head tilted to the side and completely retrained. ‘I need your cock in me, fucking please.’ 

Shane felt like he was going to die if he didn’t get Ilya inside him soon - his cock was swollen and painfully hard. Maybe he was a slut, because the only thought in his mind was how badly he wanted to be filled. 

‘What do we think, chat? Does bunny deserve it?’ 

Shane hoped they’d take pity, he looked pathetic enough. 

Fuck yes.

He looks like he’s about to bust.

YES!!

Make him work for it. 

Shane watched the chat with nervous eyes, awaiting the verdict. 

‘He is about to bust.’ Ilya mused as he read chat aloud to humiliate Shane who almost keeled over as Ilya reached around and flicked his poor cock. It was embarrassing how the degrading touch sent a jolt of pleasure across his body. ‘My bunny is a quickshot.’ 

‘Please.’ He whispered desperately for mercy. 

‘If he comes before I let him, he’ll have a serious fucking problem.’ Ilya spoke lowly into his ear, a harsh warning before releasing him with a push. With nobody to hold him up, Shane fell forwards, hands bracketing his fall. 

And then the mattress dipped as Ilya stood up. 

Shane laid there pliantly waiting, desperately twitching to wrap a hand around himself but he knew that would come with consequences. 

‘Don’t be boring, bunny. Speak to them.’ Ilya spoke from across the room as he shifted through one of his drawers. 

His eyes drifted back to the chat. 

Head a little cloudy, Shane chewed down on his lower lip as he tried to keep up. 

I’m so turned on. 

The bottom is so fucking hot. 

The viewers were all so positive. So kind in their own freaky, horny way. 

I love your mask, bunny!! 

Shane’s lips curled, catching that message go by. ‘Thank you.’ His voice was slightly strained. ‘Ily-’ He still wasn’t sure how to address the other man, wondering if using his real name was inappropriate. ‘Sir had it made for me.’ 

MADE for you??? Wow. 

Roz is down bad Lol.

You’re so lucky. 

‘I know.’ He replied a little smugly, he knew he was lucky, and the fact he got to show that off in front of thousands of viewers made him feel special. ‘Hurry up.’ he then said, directing his attention back to Ilya. 

‘Shut up, brat.’ Ilya said with fondness. ‘How do you want me?’ 

Shane looked a beauty, sprawled out on the bed and completely bare. Ilya had never seen a prettier sight. 

In his hand was a bottle of lube as expected, but what Shane didn’t anticipate was the toy in his other hand. The same one he had at home, the replica. 

He gazed at it lustfully as Ilya trailed back over to the bed, giving Shane’s ass a firm squeeze as he passed over. 

‘Want to see you.’ Shane replied, turning onto his back so his body was sideways on the bed, for the camera. 

The kingsize mattress gave plenty of space for him to comfortably lie down without his head hanging off the side, and excitement only grew as Ilya crawled into the space between his legs.

‘Yeah? You wanna see me, baby? Whilst I fuck you?’ Ilya teased, tilting his head down to give a light kiss to the tip of Shane’s cock before he trailed his nose along his stomach. 

Shane shivered with arousal, eyes bright as he nodded. 

Ilya’s cock was pressed against his inner thigh, and Shane could feel the drag of the metal each time he shifted. 

‘Please.’ He asked softly, Ilya’s face finally hovering over his. 

Shane couldn’t help the way his hands came up to gently cup his face, thumb so lightly trailing across his cheek. Maybe it was breaking the immersion slightly, but neither man seemed to care. Ilya was just so beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he had him, even if it was just for tonight. 

They dropped character for a moment as their lips met. It was probably their most tender kiss yet, completely unrushed, slow and heartfelt. 

It was a reminder to both of them that scene aside, there was something more, something blossoming. 

It excited them both. 

‘Alright.’ Ilya assured with a lazy smile, stealing one final kiss before reaching for the lube. 

Along with the bottle, he reached over to grab a pillow, encouraging Shane to sit up so he could place it behind his head. Clearly Shane wasn’t thinking straight, because the gesture alone had his stomach doing summersalts. 

Resting comfortably down onto the pillow, he watched eagerly as Ilya flipped the cap with a small pop. 

In awe, Shane couldn’t look away as Ilya drizzled some lube onto his palm, then reached down to wrap his hand around his cock, coating it in the clear substance with slow, lazy strokes. 

Now being able to compare the toy to the real thing, Shane realised that Ilya had it beat entirely. His cock glistened, coated in lube. It made it look even more inviting than it already did. 

And his piercing, that stupid piercing that had Shane swallowing from the amount of saliva pooling in his mouth. 

‘Hurry.’ Shane complained, already fidgeting impatiently. He sounded absurdly needy, nothing like his usual self. 

‘I’ll just put it in dry next time, yes?’ Ilya smartly retorted. 

His eyes twinkled with amusement as Shane let out a frustrated huff, although in the back of his head he was freaking out at the mention of a next time. 

‘Please. Need you.’ Shane didn’t have the energy to bite back at Ilya’s teasing, he was so desperate, body on fire with the need to be filled. ‘I need you so bad, sir.’ 

The corner of Ilya’s lips curled as he poured a little more onto his fingers, clean hand spreading Shane’s thigh further apart to reach between his legs. He trailed his hand down, lubed fingers slowly circling around his rim, dipping in a little to make sure he was ready. 

But Shane took that as a sign to greedily grind down against his fingers, desperately trying to find the right angle that would slip them inside. 

He was quickly reprimanded.

‘Cut that out or you’re not having anything.’ Ilya warned, halting Shane’s movements in an instant. 

‘Just–’ He whined as Ilya pulled his hand away. ‘Please put it in.’ 

Ilya had Shane exactly where he wanted him, pathetically desperate and on the verge of breaking. 

He just needed a little more pushing. 

‘You’ll take exactly what I give you, understand?’ Ilya grabbed hold of his cock, lining it up against Shane’s rim, letting him feel the cool metal of his piercing drag across his hole. 

Shane let out a shaky breath at the sensation as he nodded. ‘Yes sir.’ 

Goosebumps prickled against his arms, the hair standing up as Ilya’s thick cock circled around where he needed him. 

‘If you come, there will be serious consequences. Yes?’ 

That was going to be an issue - he was already that wound up he didn’t think he was physically capable of lasting long. He nodded, he was going to try, he wanted to be good. ‘I know, sir. I won’t.’ 

Ilya wasn’t convinced, if his small smirk was anything to go by, looking like he wanted Shane to fail.

‘Where’s my brat gone, hm? I thought you wanted me to hurry up?’ He couldn’t help but tease Shane for his sudden switch in behaviour now he had a cock pressed to his ass. 

Shane felt stripped of any bite. He just wanted, he wanted so fucking bad. 

‘Please.’ His big eyes were adorable, practically shining. ‘I just need–’ 

‘I know what you need, bunny.’ 

Shane trembled as Ilya finally pushed in, head thrown back with a broken sounding exhale. The metal of the piercing dragged as Ilya eased his tip in, pleasure spiking. 

‘Do you know why I got this piercing, baby?’ 

Ilya knew Shane was in no position to respond, his eyes were squeezed shut, hands desperately clawing at his chest, silently begging for more. 

He slowly pushed another inch inside. 

‘It feels really good for me, when I’m having sex.’ Ilya’s casual tone was a stark contrast to Shane, who was holding on by a thread. He was slipping, even more so as Ilya’s lips found his ear, lips curled into a mean smile. ‘But it feels fucking amazing for my partners.’ 

‘Ilya.’ He choked out, arm covering his eyes, forgetting about the camera. His body was on fire, stomach curling as Ilya sank further inside. He had never felt this overwhelmed, so fucking alight with pleasure. ‘Oh, fuck–Ilya.’ 

‘Not Ilya.’ The other corrected. Watching Shane writhe on his cock was a delight, his tight little hole kept clenching around him, practically sucking him inside. ‘Try again.’ 

Shane could feel the two metal balls slide further inside as he was stretched apart. 

‘Sir.’ Shane whimpered, his voice shaky. Ilya was about halfway in when he withdrew an inch, ever so slowly beginning to piston his hips forward to let him adjust. ‘Sir, please.’ 

He didn’t know what he was begging for anymore, all he could focus on was the slow drags of Ilya’s cock as his body was worked open. 

‘Please?’ Ilya mocked quietly. ‘What are you asking for, sweetheart? Haven’t I given you enough tonight?’  

Two fingers teasingly pressed between Shane’s parted lips and he couldn’t resist the urge to taste. He greedily let them slip into his mouth, suckling lightly around them with another quiet whine. 

‘Tell me what you want, bunny.’ Ilya continued to push as Shane sucked on his fingers. 

‘Wan’ more.’ He slurred around the intrusion in his mouth. ‘More ‘lease.’ 

Reducing Shane Hollander to this was a moment for the history books in Ilya’s opinion. 

‘What was that?’ Ilya pushed his fingers just a little deeper. ‘I can’t understand you, bunny.’ 

The slow, languid thrusts of Ilya’s cock were driving him insane and he hadn’t even felt the full thing yet. His hand dropped from his face, wide eyes opening, slightly teary from the weight in his mouth. 

Ilya was looking right at him, stupidly composed, as his long fingers started to thrust into Shane’s mouth, spit pooling under his tongue. 

‘Need ‘ore.’ He begged, struggling to get his words out as a drip of drool slipped from his lips. 

‘Need more?’ Ilya pouted at him. ‘Is that what you’re trying to say?’ 

Shane nodded, eyes beginning to prickle with tears due to the pressure to his throat. 

‘Oh, bunny.’ Ilya cooed, but he wasn’t taking pity. ‘You look so pathetic.’ 

He could finally speak as Ilya slipped his fingers from his mouth, making sure to smear the spit across his cheek as a reminder. 

‘Say it. Say you’re pathetic.’ Shane chased his touch, head lolling into his palm. 

‘I’m pathetic.’ He replied quietly. Hiding away in the safe place of Ilya’s hand. His head was starting to feel foggy, far away. 

Ilya made him face him head on, hand pinching his cheeks together to force his head back to centre. ‘Now say it like you mean it.’ 

Shane couldn’t concentrate, words were starting to feel too heavy on his tongue. 

He had never experienced this feeling before, almost floaty. It should’ve scared him, but the back of his mind kept reminding him how undeniably safe he was with Ilya. 

A stray tear fell from his eyes, sliding underneath the leather. 

‘I’m pathetic, sir.’ His voice was weak, but his gaze didn’t waver from Ilya. 

‘Good boy.’ The praise always blended so perfectly into the meanness. Ilya leant over, one simple kiss to the lips and then another to his cheek so his face was tucked away from the camera, voice low. ‘What’s your color, beautiful?’ 

Shane melted, arms wrapping around Ilya’s shoulders with hands curling into his hair. ‘Green.’ he replied quietly, just for Ilya’s ears. 

‘You’re doing such a good job.’ Ilya said warmly, stealing a moment just for the two of them. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ 

It gave Shane whiplash in the best possible way, Ilya seemed to read his body so easily, knowing when to give reassurance. 

Ilya chased his lips as he pulled back, another slow, messy kiss. 

And then he started to push, his cock sinking further, inch after inch. 

‘Oh.’ Shane’s nails dug into the bare skin, teeth gritted. It felt like the air was being punched from his lungs but Ilya didn’t stop until he was fully seated, filling him entirely. 

Shane could suddenly feel him everywhere, the pressure was intense, making his eyes roll back. ‘Jesus Christ.’ 

It felt even bigger and better than the toy. The silicone toy didn’t come close to the real thing, not with Ilya’s strong body holding him down. 

‘That’s it, bunny. Take my cock like a good boy.’ Ilya said a little breathlessly. ‘Tell chat how it feels.’ 

‘So big.’ He whined, eyebrows still pinched as his body adjusted to such a stretch. ‘Your cock is so fucking big, fuck.’ 

Ilya smirked. ‘Yeah? Too big for you, baby?’ He teased.

Adorably, Shane shook his head. ‘No. It’s, oh, perfect. It’s so perfect.’ 

Ilya had always been proud of his size, but he felt a little more smug than usual with Shane babbling praises. 

‘Good slut.’ Ilya condescendingly patted his stomach. ‘Such a perfect pussy for me.’

Shane was clenching around him so tightly, practically trying to milk his cock. He looked as though he was holding on for dear life, and Ilya was going to test that theory. 

He slowly pulled out, just enough so the tip of his cock was still pressed inside. Then, he angled his hips up and thrusted back in, hard, sinking Shane back onto his cock in one go. 

Shane’s eyes flew open, and the moan that left his mouth as Ilya’s cock hit his prostate was fucking sinful. 

‘Fuck.’ He cursed, voice nothing more than a loud, needy whine. ‘Oh, fuck.’ 

Ilya set pace, reaching under to grab Shane’s ass, hoisting him closer as he drove his cock into him with force. 

‘I have neighbours, bunny.’ Ilya gritted, glancing down to watch his slick cock disappear into the tight looking hole. The boy beneath him was loud, just how he liked. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ 

Shane’s brain felt like static, body rocking as Ilya used him. His pace was rough, fucking relentless. 

He could feel something building, far too early. 

‘Ilya.’ He didn’t care that he wasn’t using the correct title, he needed to warn him. ‘Ilya, I’m– oh, god.’ 

‘Don’t you fucking dare.’ 

Ilya already knew what was coming. 

‘I can’t–’ Ilya wasn’t stopping, he just encouraged it, practically folding Shane over as he slammed his cock into him. The feeling spread across his entire body, a deep heat that he couldn’t control. ‘Ilya, I’m seriously gonna–’ 

‘Hold it. Or, I’ll make you regret it.’ Shane wasn’t aware he was playing a rigged game.

He shook his head, eyes filling with tears from the sheer intensity. Ilya didn’t relent, not once, he fucked him with vigor, like he was trying to break him. 

‘Please.’ Shane said shakily, he wanted to be good, he wanted to do as he was told. But it just felt too good, his body couldn’t control itself. ‘Pleasepleaseplease. I’m gonna fucking– oh fuck.’ 

Shane came. Hot and heavy all across his stomach, his body twitched as his untouched cock continued to spurt white ropes. It just kept coming, unloading across his skin like a paint splatter.

Ilya, in all his years in the industry, had never seen someone come that much. Especially untouched. 

It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Shane’s chest and stomach was covered as his body went limp, head like mush after such an intense high. 

Ilya stilled, just watching. 

His breathing was laboured, soft little sniffles could be heard as a few tears fell from his eyes. He was too embarrassed to look at Ilya right now, turning his head towards the mattress.

Holy fucking shit. 

He’s covered wtf.

That was so fucking hot. 

How did he cum that quick?????

Chat was in just as much awe as Ilya. 

But he didn’t have time to dote. He had Shane just where he wanted him. 

‘Oh dear, little bunny.’ Ilya tutted. ‘You’ve made such a mess.’ 

Shane’s body was still twitching from the comedown and Ilya’s taunts just made him tuck his face further towards the sheets as he sniffled. 

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’ 

He only felt worse as Ilya pulled out, it was complete humiliation. 

‘Get up.’ 

Shane shook his head in quiet protest, he didn’t even want to look, he could feel how filthy he was. 

‘Get up, bunny. Now.’ 

Legs shaky, Shane started to shift, grimacing as he sat up on his knees and looked down. 

He was covered. 

‘In front of the camera, show them what you did.’ Ilya didn’t drop his facade, he almost wished he could take the mask off of him to see his burning cheeks. 

Humiliated, Shane moved, positioning himself right in front of the camera. What hurt his ego even more was the fact he was still hard, as though his body had more to give. 

Ilya watched from over his shoulder as Shane showed the camera. 

So hot

Ur so naughty bunny!!!

He’s in so much trouble. 

‘He is in trouble.’ Ilya wrapped one arm around his waist to hoist him back, not caring about the mess on his stomach considering it was only about to get worse. ‘So much fucking trouble.’ 

Shane calmed down just a little as Ilya pressed light, almost gentle kisses to his neck. It was as though he was giving a silent reminder that this was just a scene, he wasn’t really angry. 

Then, he wrapped a hand around Shane’s spent cock.

‘Ah, fuck.’ He whined, body prickling from overstimulation. ‘It’s sensitive.’ 

His hips stuttered forwards with a light twitch as Ilya started to stroke him. 

‘It’s sensitive, is it?’ Ilya was mocking him, lips still against his neck. ‘Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you came all over yourself.’ 

Body still hot with embarrassment, Shane couldn’t help the way his eyes travelled to watch them in the camera. He looked utterly debased, lips still wet with spit, his own release painted across his body. He was fucking filthy. 

But Shane was starting to realise that he liked the humiliation, he liked looking at the contrast between himself and Ilya. He liked the degrading things that were being said about him in chat.

It wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced, people wouldn’t dare to talk to him this way usually. 

That’s what made it so exciting, the providence of escape, even if just for a night. There was no pressure when it came to Ilya, he didn’t have to think or bark commands, he just had to follow. 

It felt nice to let go for once. 

‘Hurts.’ Shane complained brattily, the stimulation to his sensitive cock sending jolts across his body. 

‘Awh, chat, he says it hurts.’ Ilya pouted, noticing Shane watching them in the camera. ‘Should we stop for him?’ 

NO.

No omg. 

No!!!!!!!!

‘Unlucky, bunny.’ Ilya smirked, giving another squeeze to his cock as he rolled the tip into his closed hand. Shane whimpered from the sensation, head lolling down. ‘Colour, baby?’ Ilya quietly asked before they went any further. 

Shane’s body kept stuttering from the sensation, cock still stupidly hard in Ilya’s hands. 

He had more to give, he wanted to be pushed further. 

‘Green.’ Shane assured, speaking under his breath. 

The light squeeze on his waist was a reassuring, silent praise that felt so good. 

‘What shall we do with our bunny?’ Ilya sighed, feigning contemplation as Shane writhed in his arms from the contact. ‘He’s been very naughty.’ The hand on his waist trailed down, fingers trailing towards the splatters of his release. 

Shane could only watch as Ilya swiped the pad of his fingers against the light, almost clear fluid and brought it to his mouth, sucking around his fingers with a satisfied hum as the salty taste hit his tongue.

‘He tastes good, chat. Maybe we let him off.’ 

Thank god for the mask, because Shane’s face was burning red. 

No way

No !!! 

Unfortunately, chat was not on his side. 

‘I have an idea.’ Ilya was sporting a cruel smile as he continued to work his other hand around Shane’s cock, which only seemed to be working him up again. He had no idea what Ilya had in store for him. ‘Do you want to hear my idea, baby?’ 

Pathetically, Shane nodded. 

His natural submission was such a turn on, body melting against Ilya. 

‘How about…’ Ilya’s voice was dangerous, keeping Shane on edge. ‘I see how many times I can make you come.’ 

‘I–’ he was stunned for words. ‘I won’t be able to, not again.’ His cock was already too sensitive from the first round, if you could even call it a round.

‘Oh, is that so?’ Ilya practically purred. ‘Shall we put that to the test?’ 

Ilya wasn’t asking. He was telling him exactly what was about to happen. Shane didn’t have a say.

Hiding his face into Ilya’s neck, Shane shook his head as pleasure started to seep across his body once more. 

‘Sir–’ 

‘You wanted to come so bad. So…’ Ilya gripped Shane’s ears and forced his head backwards. ‘You'll come again, and again until you’re shooting fucking blanks.’  

Ilya released him, pushing his body back down with a hand firmly to his shoulder blades so his ass was in the air, face to the camera.

A soft moan like whimper left his mouth as his cock brushed against the sheets, being able to feel the mattress dip as Ilya shifted behind him. 

‘We’ll need to do something for that loud mouth.’ He said with a swat to Shane’s ass. Ilya reached to the side, picking up the familiar toy. 

He dangled it in front of Shane’s face, taunting him. 

‘Do you want me to fill your mouth, little bunny?’ 

The toy looked so inviting, he was craving the weight. His eyes chased it desperately, bottom lip jutted out. 

‘Please, sir.’ 

Shane was just perfect, so effortlessly melting into the scene, but behind his eyes, Ilya could see the fire, the lust. Perhaps to the camera Ilya had complete control, but the two men were on level playing fields. He got to do this because Shane was letting him, and that in itself had Ilya brimming with want. 

‘Yeah, do you want my cock in both holes?’ Ilya made a point as he lined himself up again, cock pressed to Shane’s ass. ‘Greedy slut.’ 

Shane eagerly pressed back, lips parted to chase the toy. ‘Please.’ He begged, back arched. ‘Need them both.’ 

Ilya couldn’t resist him, hands gripped the bunny ears to hold his head back as he slid the toy into his waiting mouth, adam’s apple bobbing and on display as he swallowed around it with a moan. 

‘You take it so well.’ Ilya cooed with light thrusts, Shane was sucking around it, cheeks hollowed. ‘Chat, tell my bunny how good he looks sucking cock.’ 

So fucking hot. 

Pretty bunny!!!

You guys need to collab again omg. 

‘I don’t know if I want to share him again.’ Ilya hummed, enjoying the slow motions as he worked the toy between Shane’s lips. ‘I think this is a very very special treat for you all.’ 

Shane was in bliss, wet mouth suckling against the silicone, tongue flicking against the metal tip of the toy just as he did with Ilya beforehand. 

‘Look how quiet he gets when he finally has his mouth around a cock.’ Ilya couldn’t help but tease, lightly dragging his own cock against Shane’s ass. ‘Just need to be filled, don’t you?’ 

Happily nodding, Shane took the toy in further, relishing in the full feeling inside his mouth. 

‘Such a good boy.’ Ilya let out a breath as he finally pushed back in, character dropping for a moment as his eyes closed, sinking his cock into Shane. 

He felt so good; Ilya was used to controlling himself, especially considering his line of work, but with Shane he couldn’t help but let go. 

‘Mhm.’ Shane moaned around the toy, spit pooling under his tongue as Ilya entered him, metal balls gliding against his walls. 

‘That’s it, baby. Take it all.’ Ilya needed to pull himself together, but it was a struggle as his eyes opened and saw Shane in the camera moaning contently around a dildo moulded of his cock. ‘Fuck.’ 

Ilya was that turned on from watching Shane that he had to start with slow, shallow thrusts. If he did anything more right now, he feared he would’ve came as quickly as Shane did.

Meanwhile Shane was blissfully unaware of the effect he was having, eyes closed, basking in the contentness of being filled from both sides. 

His mouth was swirling with saliva, coating the toy. The camera caught as a bit of drool from his lower lip dripped down against his chin. His head was still forced back by Ilya with a strong grip to his ears, Ilya’s other hand still feeding him the toy with light thrusts. 

Bunny looks so happy!!

He’s smiling :)

He’s so perfect. 

‘He is perfect.’ Ilya replied, deciding to respond while he pulled himself together. ‘And he’s all mine, mine to touch, mine to fuck. All mine, aren’t you?’ 

Those big eyes opened, slightly teary. Ilya couldn’t get over how beautiful he was as the other nodded in content confirmation. 

The deep, calculated thrusts were making Shane’s head go fuzzy. Between that and the weight of the toy in his mouth, he couldn’t seem to think about anything other than the pleasure. 

His body was still prickly from the come down, making him so sensitive to even the smallest of movements. 

‘You have no idea how good he feels.’ Watching his cock go into Shane was making Ilya drunk with power. ‘So tight. Even after fucking himself with my cock every night.’ 

Shane moaned around the toy, eyes fluttering closed. 

The drags of Ilya’s cock were perfect, he couldn’t help but greedily push back to meet the other’s movements. 

‘Oh. Do you fancy putting in some work now?’ Ilya said teasingly, which made Shane blush. ‘Keep going, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.’ 

With a whine of protest, Shane attempted to shake his head around the toy but it only caused more spit to wet his lips. Ilya stilled, giving him no choice. 

‘Do’n’t sthop.’ He complained, desperately pushing back to try and find that same rhythm, but it wasn’t the same. 

‘Can’t understand you, sweetheart.’ Ilya fired back cruelly, watching as the other almost frantically started to work himself back. ‘You’ll have to take my cock out of your mouth and try again.’ 

Shane didn’t want to do that, he wanted to keep his mouth full with the dildo. But he also wanted Ilya to fuck him properly, he couldn’t seem to get the same angle. 

‘P’lease.’ He slurred, mouth still firmly around the toy like a dog to a bone. 

‘Can you understand what he’s saying, chat?’ Ilya said with a stupid smirk as he kept working the toy into Shane’s mouth. 

They all caught on to Ilya’s cruel game. 

No. 

Nope!

Not a clue :)

‘They don’t know what you’re saying either, bunny.’ Ilya sighed as he finally released the harsh grip to the two ears. The toy was lowered, Shane chasing, refusing to let it leave his mouth. He followed it all the way down until the base of it hit the sheets. 

Once it was there, he grabbed it with his own hands so Ilya couldn’t move it from him anymore. 

But that was only one of his problems resolved, because now Ilya had two hands free and he used them to grab Shane’s waist, roughly dragging him back to meet his cock. 

‘Come on, slut. Fuck yourself properly.’ He urged, he gave a light swat to the smooth skin as Shane finally started to move himself back after his protest. ‘That’s it, there’s a good boy. Keep going.’ 

Shane couldn’t get the position right, he just wanted Ilya to fuck him. He let out another moan-like whine around the toy, desperately trying to hit that spot that Ilya would find so easily. 

‘Is my boy struggling?’ His words dripped condescendingly. Shane’s movements were sloppy and almost erratic. ‘Do I need to do everything for you, sweetheart?’ 

‘I’ya.’ He whined, body hot as he rocked himself back. Spit was pooling onto the sheets, mouth full of the toy. His mind was far away, unable to think straight. ‘Pl’ease fuc- me.’ 

It was a sinful sight, Shane so hellbent on keeping full that he refused to release the toy. His speech was slurred, borderline incoherent. 

Although Ilya could hear him perfectly well, he was just choosing not to listen. 

‘Do you seriously think you’re going to get me off like this?’ Ilya scoffed, making Shane go red in the face. He wanted to be good, he wanted to make Ilya feel good, but his limbs were like jelly, body still so sensitive. 

Ilya’s rough hands grabbed him again, forcing him to push back. ‘Do. it. fucking. properly. ‘ He gritted, moving Shane’s body to meet his cock. 

Shane moaned, the humiliation of being told he was doing a bad job on camera was almost too much, the embarrassment went straight to his cock. 

Finally, he released the toy. Saliva was dripping down his chin, eyes distant and filled with unspilled tears. 

Rocking himself back, Shane whimpered, desperately seeking approval. His legs parted a little more, back arched. ‘Please.’ He sniffled. ‘Please. I want you to do it.’ 

Shane could see in the camera that Ilya was watching him hungrily, eyes trained on where his cock was meeting his ass.  

Bunny is going to cry. 

He looks a fucking mess. 

Make him sob Roz!!

‘I’ll give him something to cry about.’ 

Ilya draped over him until Shane was practically flat on his stomach, cheek hitting the mattress with a firm hand holding his head down. 

The toy was resting by his face, slick with his own saliva. 

Then Ilya thrusted, hard.

Shane swore he almost blacked out, body jolting as Ilya set a rough, brutal pace. 

‘You want me to do it, bunny?’ Ilya gritted breathlessly. ‘I’ll fucking do it.’ 

‘Oh, oh.’ Shane moaned out, eyes rolling back as Ilya used his body. It was relentless, borderline antimalistic as Ilya drove his cock forward. 

It was everything he wanted. 

It was rough, mean, fucking dirty. 

‘Say thank you.’ Ilya spat, the harsh sound of skin slapping bounced around the room. ‘Say thank you for fucking me, since you’re too lazy to do it yourself.’ 

Shane was gone, words seemed too heavy on his tongue. As his eyes opened, tears flowed, lips agape with quiet sobs.

‘Thank you, thank you for fucking me.’ He cried, ears bouncing on his head as Ilya took him from behind. His own cock was trapped between the sheets, creating the most perfect friction as his body rocked against them. 

The pleasure was blinding, consuming him whole as he laid there and took. 

‘Oh, thank you, sir. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.’ He continued to babble like a mantra, squeezing around Ilya’s cock like he was trying to claim it. ‘Feels so, ah, fucking good. So good, I–I love it.’ 

His speech was slurred, completely delirious. He felt drunk with lust as tears flooded down his cheeks. Ilya slammed against his prostate, and that deep heat from before started to simmer again. 

‘Ah.’ He was so loud, mixing in with the obscene sounds of Ilya’s lubed cock meeting his ass. ‘I wanna– oh, I’m gonna fucking–’ 

‘You going to come again, bunny?’ Ilya taunted, a little red in the face as he ploughed his cock into Shane. ‘But I thought you couldn’t?’ 

‘Wanna–’ His voice was high, whiney. ‘Wanna–oh fuck. Please, please, can I?’ 

The way his cock was brushing against the mattress was too much, the heat was thrumming across his body, a gradual build that he couldn’t stop. 

‘Come for me you fucking slut.’ 

That’s all it took as Shane came for the second time that night, body spasming as he released onto the sheets with a sob of Ilya’s name. It wasn’t as much as the first, but he could still feel the wetness between his thighs as he continued to cry. 

But Ilya was ruthless, hosting him back up, forcing him to face the camera. 

He was gloating, as though he was showing off a new trophy. 

Shane’s back hit the firm chest, soft whimpers still leaving his mouth from the comedown but Ilya wasn’t done. 

‘Stupid little bunny.’ He taunted quietly into Shane’s ear. ‘Did you really think I’d let you off?’ 

Shane wailed as Ilya wrapped his hand around his spent cock, his entire body twitching with oversensitivity. 

He couldn’t take it, it was too much. The tears didn’t stop flowing as Ilya started to stroke him back to hardness. 

‘Stop, stop.’ He sobbed, fucking begged.

But Ilya knew better, Shane wasn’t calling red. He continued to stroke him, relentlessly slow as Shane kept crying, his entire body twitching and coated in a thin layer of sweat. 

The contrast between the two men was ridiculous, Shane was frantically writhing in the other’s arms trying to get away. 

But then a low, calm voice spoke. ‘What’s your color?’ Ilya let himself be heard this time, the camera capturing the final, humiliating push. 

Shane sobbed, tears flowing down his cheeks, mixing in with the salvia running down his chin. 

‘Fucking green.’ He cried, loud enough for the camera to hear. 

Because as much as he was crying, as much as he was fighting the touch, Shane had never wanted something more in his entire life. 

He wanted Ilya to break him. 

And that was exactly what he was going to get. 

His body was on fire as Ilya sped up the movements of his hand, the tip of his cock still wet with his last release, painfully red. 

It hurt, it hurt so good. Between that and Ilya’s cock still lazily thrusting into his ass, he couldn’t take it. 

‘Oh god.’ He cried, face pushed into Ilya’s neck as he twitched and writhed. ‘Ilya, Ilya. I– oh my fucking god.’ 

He had never felt anything like it, sex had never been this intense. 

Ilya held his body in place. There was no escape, even if he wanted to. 

‘One more, bunny.’ Ilya urged, low into his ear. ‘One more and I’ll let you go.’ 

‘I–I can’t.’ Shane whimpered pathetically as his hips twitched forwards, cock hardening in the strong hold. ‘I can’t, Ilya. I can’t.’ 

Ilya shushed him, quietly and condescending. ‘You can. And you will.’ 

Shane cried freely into Ilya’s neck, pain and pleasure shooting across his body. Gradually, he started to feel it, twisting around in his lower stomach. 

‘Ilya.’ He said brokenly. Ilya couldn’t help but notice how Shane was starting to thrust into his hand. The man in his arms was completely gone, so deeply submerged. ‘Ah, ah.’ 

‘That’s it, bunny. Use my hand to milk that stupid cock.’ 

Shane didn’t know when he started thrusting, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His stomach curled, a deep jolt of pleasure shooting right down into his balls. 

‘I’m–oh, fuck.’ He cried. ‘Fuckfuckfuck.’ 

His movements were erratic as he started to chase Ilya’s hand rather than trying to pull away. Heat consumed him, abs tensed, body taught as he frantically drove his hips forward. ‘I’m–I need–’ 

Ilya gave him the final, crushing push. ‘Go on, sweetheart. Come for me.’ 

‘Ilya. Ilya.’ He sobbed.

Shane went limp as he came for the third time, eyes rolling back. His cock twitched but nothing came out, it was completely dry as his entire body spasmed in Ilya’s hold. 

The pleasure was blinding, hips twitching and convulsing. 

He practically became a dead weight once it was over, the only thing bringing him to the surface being Ilya’s lips pressed to the side of his head. 

He could feel the steady thrusts of Ilya’s cock, almost as though he was cautious not to push him any further. 

Ilya still hadn’t finished, and that wasn’t good enough for Shane. 

‘Fuckin’ fill me.’ He murmured, eyes closed and face hidden away in Ilya’s neck, his body still twitching from the comedown. ‘Use me.’ 

Ilya swallowed, keeping a grounding hold around Shane’s body. ‘You’re sure, sweetheart?’ 

Shane mustered a nod, tongue feeling too heavy in his mouth. ‘Fuck me, Ilya.’ 

So, he did. With steady, firm thrusts he used Shane’s body to get himself off. 

‘You feel so fucking good.’ He finally dropped character, not caring about the viewers. ‘You drive me fucking insane.’ 

Shane’s lips were curled as his limp body moved with each thrust. 

‘Perfect fucking boy.’ Ilya was breathless, completely consumed by the pleasure of having Shane wrapped around his cock. ‘Mine. All mine.’ 

Hearing Ilya lose his composure was something else. The possessiveness of his tone was borderline dangerous as his thrusts started to grow erratic the closer he got. 

‘M’ yours.’ Shane slurred back. 

That’s all it took. With a few more pumps, Ilya came with a low, satisfied moan as he filled Shane entirely. Shane dug his face further into Ilya’s neck, smiling lazily at the feeling. He felt so far away, almost like he was sinking underwater. 

But Ilya had him, his strong arms wrapped around him with soft, gentle murmurs of praise being whispered into his ear. 

‘Let me turn this off and then I’ll sort you out.’ He assured, gently moving Shane so he could lay down. 

He curled into himself the second his side hit the mattress, drinking in the comfort of the soft sheets. 

His body ached, entirely exhausted as Ilya got in front of the camera. 

‘Thank you guys for watching, I’ll see you all in the next one.’ He usually stuck around to talk after scenes, but not tonight, he had other priorities. 

He switched off the camera and then moved right back to Shane, arms wrapping around him to pull him close. 

Shane melted into the embrace, face pressed to Ilya’s strong chest. 

‘Good boy.’ The praise felt so good after the intensity. ‘You were so good, Shane. So perfect for me.’ 

There was a small noise of acknowledgement, but it was obvious that Shane was in no place to respond right now. He had never felt this way before, almost out of body. Even Ilya’s voice sounded distant, but he clung onto every word. 

It felt good, freeing. 

‘Let me get this off you, sweetheart.’ Ilya was so gentle as he reached behind Shane’s head for the zipper, carefully pulling it up. ‘Just move up a little for me– good boy, like that.’ 

Ilya hooked his fingers under the leather and slowly removed the mask from Shane’s face, the coolness of the room hit his hot skin, cheeks stained with tears and a little red from the heat of the mask. 

‘There we go.’ Ilya was being so soft, he set the mask down and softly brushed his fingers across Shane’s cheek, finally being able to feel the soft skin again. ‘So perfect.’ 

They stayed like that for a while, Shane curled into Ilya’s chest whilst gentle touches and praises were given. 

After a bit, Shane started to shift again. 

‘How are you feeling?’ Ilya asked quietly, fingers mindlessly playing with Shane’s messy hair.

Exhausted, Shane just pushed further into Ilya’s chest. ‘I can’t feel my dick.’ He murmured. 

Ilya laughed softly, bringing his body impossibly closer. ‘But you’re okay? It was good?’ 

It made Shane realise that he wasn’t the only one that needed assurance after something so intense. Ilya needed it too. 

‘It was the best sex of my life.’ He replied, finally tilting his face up so he could press a quick peck to Ilya’s lips. ‘You’re like a sex god.’ 

Ilya had such a beautiful, lazy smile on his lips. ‘A sex god? I’ll add that to my resume.’ 

Shane smiled back, both men equally as tired. ‘Did you…enjoy it too?’ 

He knew that he was maybe setting himself up for disappointment, Ilya had slept with a lot of people. Mindblowing sex for Shane was probably just mediocre for someone like Ilya. 

But his eyes twinkled, so fondly gazing back at him. 

‘It was the best sex of my life.’ 

They laid like that for a while, naked, half asleep, murmuring stupid jokes back and forth to one another. 

Once Shane fully came to, he forced both of them to shower. It was unrushed, slow, lazy with silly stolen kisses here and there. It felt scarily domestic, something Shane hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

It was so far from his usual fast-paced life. Being with Ilya felt weightless, easy. 

Little did he know, Ilya was feeling just as strongly, watching Shane wrap a towel around his waist. 

‘Would you like to stay the night?’ He asked, pretending to be nonchalant as he looked at Shane from the mirror. 

He smiled as he saw the other look bashfully towards the floor. ‘You don’t mind?’ 

Ilya didn’t feel the need to respond, he just simply just turned, grabbed Shane by the jaw and pressed a firm, assuring kiss to his lips. ‘Come on, bunny.’ 

Shane had to leave early the next morning to catch a flight, and saying goodbye felt far too upsetting. It probably didn’t help that they had spent the night wrapped up in each other's arms. They talked for hours, wanting to learn about each other’s lives. 

Their chemistry wasn’t just sexual, it felt like a genuine connection, a natural ease that left both men feeling giddy with the prospect of something more.

Although the lazy morning sex was a bonus, Shane let Ilya relax as he rode him, slow and languid until they both finished. 

Once Shane went home, they fell into it hard and fast. 

They talked everyday, small check-ins here and there, texts, calls, videos. Whenever they could, they stole a moment just for the two of them. 

Their schedules were hectic, but they made it work. Shane was swamped with the tail-end of hockey season, Ilya was travelling for work. Most weeks, they were on opposite timezones. 

Yet, they’d stay up late for the other, making sure that they got to fit time in for just themselves. 

The change in Shane was unbelievable, he was finally back to playing like himself. Work was hard, but he was no longer going back home to loneliness because he had Ilya. Even when he was a plane’s ride away, Ilya would still call him after every game, shower him with compliments and praises. 

And when they won the cup, Shane’s first thought was to ring him. 

It was a no-brainer inviting him to the cottage. Shane didn’t want to spend his summer with anybody else.

‘I have something to tell you.’ Ilya said out of the blue, they were watching hockey clips, curled up on the sofa together.

Shane was half-asleep, being lulled with the soft fingers running through his hair. ‘Hm? What?’ 

He woke up a little more as Ilya shifted to sit upright. 

‘Well…’ The pause made Shane uneasy as he moved upwards. ‘I um, this might sound intense.’ 

‘You’re freaking me out.’ Shane tried to joke, but Ilya looked a little too serious for his liking. 

‘No, it’s fine.’ Ilya assured, shooting Shane a smile. ‘I just wanted to see how you felt about me retiring from porn.’ 

Shane paused, gazing at Ilya in disbelief. ‘What?’ 

‘I would still like to do my livestreams and the business, obviously.’ He swallowed as if he was nervous, mindlessly playing with his hands. ‘But I’d stop the collabs, with other people.’

Too many emotions flooded through Shane at once, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

The two weren’t officially a couple yet, but they had been dancing around the topic for a few months now, and as much as Shane respected Ilya’s line of work, it had always been the elephant in the room as things got more serious. 

Because Shane didn’t like to share. 

But on the other hand, it was Ilya’s livelihood, and if continuing porn was the only way to keep Ilya in his life, he was willing to suck it up. 

‘You’re not doing this because of…’ Shane sort of motioned between them, it was slightly tricky to articulate considering they didn’t have an official title. ‘You know, this.’ 

Ilya shook his head. ‘No. Well, yes, a bit.’ He seemed to have really thought this through. ‘I mean, I have wanted to stop for a while. But like I said on our first date, I would retire for the right person.’ 

Shane shifted just a little closer, for some reason his heart was hammering. 

‘And you think you have met the right person?’ He replied quietly, already smiling as Ilya met his gaze with that fond look. 

‘I like to think so, yes.’ 

It was huge news, one of the biggest names of the adult industry finally stepping down. People didn’t believe it at first, but each week Ilya would do his livestreams alone and reality started to set in. 

Fans were upset, understandably, but Ilya’s core fanbase only ever watched for him, so he was still pulling in the highest numbers on the site. Not to mention his business was flourishing, racking up sales which only increased when he and Shane finally announced their news. 

The media circus when the two of them finally stepped out as a couple was insane. The news broke a few months after Ilya announced his retirement from porn. 

It was quite amusing, Shane’s PR team was in shock, desperately trying to spin the story to keep his image intact. 

But he was sick of pretending, and whilst some people were critical, a lot of people were supportive. Sure, he lost a few brand deals here and there but it wasn’t as though he was tight on money. 

It just meant he had more time on his hands to see Ilya. 

He was asked questions constantly. Shane had always been known for being a private person so for him to be with someone who was so explicitly in the public eye was a huge deal.

‘We have to ask Shane, your friendship with Ilya Rozanov has got everyone’s attention. Do you have anything to say about that?’ 

He hated this question, he hated how everyone tried to beat around the bush. 

‘My boyfriend is doing well.’ He corrected firmly, he’d repeat it time and time again until it finally sunk in. ‘But he has nothing to do with hockey, so unless you’re going to ask me something to do with that, I think we’re done here.’ 

After a few months, things started to settle. Once people realised that being with Ilya didn’t mean he was going to turn into some x-rated adult star, they all started to relax. 

In fact, the support online turned overwhelmingly positive. Shane had different brands reaching out to him, sex positive one’s, more aligned to his beliefs than bland watch adverts. 

Coming home to Ilya after a week away had to be one of the best feelings in the world. 

He knew his boyfriend was live since the door to his filming room was closed, but Shane slipped inside anyway. 

Ilya was shirtless, nothing but a pair of boxers as he sprawled out on the bed. His eyes practically lit up as Shane walked through the door. 

He looked so beautiful, Shane swore he fell more and more with each passing day.

‘Hi.’ Shane said with a smile as he approached the bed. 

Everyone knew about their relationship, so he had no reason to hide. Although his team would tell him off for this later. 

If only they knew. 

He gave Ilya a soft, sweet kiss to the lips before flicking his attention to the camera. ‘Hi, chat.’ 

Shane didn’t do this often, but it was always amusing watching the viewers freak the fuck out whenever he did. 

‘I’ll end soon.’ Ilya promised, staring adoringly at Shane. 

‘It’s okay.’ Shane assured with another kiss. ‘I’ll go shower and make food.’

He noticed that Ilya was showing off a few brand new drops from his site and he couldn’t help but pick up the silver vibrating butt plug for the camera. 

‘This is one of my favourites, by the way.’ He winked, lingering a moment to watch the replies fly in before he dropped the toy back onto the bed. 

He’d deal with the repercussions from his team tomorrow. 

The viewers could never believe it whenever Shane came on. It was rather sweet and in a way, the two of them were an unlikely couple.

But a few of Ilya’s most loyal fans knew the truth, they knew that every now and then as a special treat, Shane would slip on the bunny mask. 

It wasn’t often, the risk was far too high. But sometimes, Shane would be in the mood and he just couldn’t help himself.

Those that did know didn’t say anything, there was a silent respect within the community to keep bunny’s identity anonymous. 

Shane was very grateful for Ilya’s fans to allow him to have such an escape.

Don’t go!!!!!

Shane please stay :(

‘You’re supposed to be in love with me, not him.’ Ilya scoffed as he stretched his arms over his head. 

Shane would never stop ogling at Ilya’s body, and he had the strong desire to jump him right there.

But he saved that thought for later. 

‘You get plenty of attention.’ Shane sniped back with a smile. 

‘You were on the front of Sports Illustrated last week, you do not get to talk to me about attention.’ Ilya had him there. 

Shane just pouted, playfully squishing Ilya’s cheeks together. 

‘Chat, you’re making my boyfriend sulk. Tell him how handsome he is.’ 

That’s all it took for them to turn, spamming the comments with praises for Ilya which made Shane smirk in triumph.

‘Happy now?’ He teased, face close to Ilya’s.

‘You’re so annoying.’ Ilya’s retort didn’t have much effect considering he was smiling. 

‘You love it.’ Shane matched his smile.

Ilya didn’t want to be anywhere else, he just gazed fondly at his boyfriend. ‘I do.’ 

With one final kiss to his lips, Shane let go. ‘I’m going to shower.’ 

‘Alright, baby. I won’t be long.’ 

Ilya really wasn’t long, he was back in the living room just as Shane had started to cook, he was already smitten after opening the fridge and seeing it was stocked full of his organic food. 

Arms wrapped around him from behind, lips to the back of his head. 

‘I missed you so much.’ Ilya said warmly, in that tone that made Shane feel fuzzy. 

‘I missed you more.’ Shane replied, cutting up carrots as sweet kisses were pressed to his neck. 

It felt so long ago that he’d return back from travelling to an empty, desolate house. Now he was showered with warmth, he had his person to come home to. 

‘You played well. I watched every game. Very hot.’ Despite rooting for Boston, Ilya had built up quite the collection of Montreal merch, Shane couldn’t believe his eyes the day that he came home to see Ilya wearing his jersey. 

Ilya would wear it every day just to see the look in Shane’s eyes again. The sex that night was particularly good. 

‘You say that about every game.’ Shane smiled as he turned in Ilya’s hold. 

‘You look hot every game.’ Ilya shamelessly shrugged. 

There was a domesticity that came with Ilya that Shane had been missing, truthfully he hadn’t realised how starved he had been for human connection. They fell into it so easily, and whilst at first Shane was terrified that he was falling too quickly, Ilya was quick to reassure that the feeling was very much mutual. 

He trailed his fingers absently across Ilya’s strong chest, lightly brushing over his chain with a small smile. 

Then, as easily as ever, he finally said it. ‘I love you.’ They both felt the weight of the word, both smiling in relief. ‘I love you so much.’ 

He didn’t need Ilya to say it back because he felt it. 

But nonetheless, Ilya chased his lips for a tender kiss. ‘I love you.’ Hands squeezed his waist, firm and reassuring. ‘My bunny.’ 

Shane practically melted against him, nose pressed to the crook of Ilya’s neck. They paused for a moment, basking in the silent adoration that they both felt.

Ilya broke first.

‘If you really love me, you’ll let me use the tentacle.’ It shattered the scene, but Shane couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

The tentacle was a stupid prototype that was never released from Ilya’s store. It was a dildo, similar to his own but well, a tentacle. Purple and green, windy and bendy. 

Shane hated it. It had become somewhat of a joke between them now. 

Ilya opened his mouth to protest, but Shane already knew what he was about to say. 

‘But it glows in the dark, Shane.’ He mimicked with a poor impersonation of Ilya causing the other to huff out dramatically. 

‘You hate me.’

‘I love you.’ They both got a little giddy as Shane said it again. ‘But I hate that toy.’ 

Evenings like these were Shane’s favourites. They had both eaten, now cuddled up on the sofa watching movies. 

They were both a little sleepy, tiredly stealing small kisses and touches here and there, but Shane hadn’t been able to have Ilya for a week now, and he’d be damned if he fell asleep before he could have him. 

Ilya knew what Shane wanted as he felt a hand mindedly rub against his crotch. But he remained patient, feigning interest in the movie. 

He always liked making Shane ask for it. 

Eventually curious touches bordered on heavy-petting with both men hard, Shane was tucked up into Ilya’s side, lips mindlessly pressing onto his broad chest. 

He knew Ilya wasn’t going to break until Shane said something, and whilst most nights he’d feed into the game, tonight he was far too desperate to play along. 

‘Go get the stupid fucking tentacle.’ 

Ilya started to sport a shit eating grin. ‘So you do like it.’ He replied in triumph. 

Shane rolled his eyes, sporting a smile. ‘Just go get it before I change my mind.’ 

His boyfriend was up in an instant, and his eagerness was quite adorable. 

‘You will not regret this.’ Ilya promised, far too sincerely for what they were about to do. 

Shane snorted, eyes shining as he stared at his boyfriend in amusement. ‘Go get it, idiot.’ 

‘Yes, boss.’ 

Shane wasn’t sure how things had ended up the way they did, but he wouldn’t change a thing. Not as Ilya sleepily cleaned him up, gentle kisses pressed to his body with soft praises being murmured into his ear. 

And when they finally resigned for the night, his face curled into Ilya’s chest, Shane couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was. 

‘I told you that you would like the tentacle.’ 

Shane smiled stupidly to himself. ‘We never speak of that again.’ 

 

END.