Summary:

Slut,” Ilya says, watching Shane’s mouth fall open at the name. “What? Are you not?” Shane opens his mouth again, but no words come out. “Stretched yourself open in here, while your team was just down the hall? Fingered your ass in my bed,” Ilya says, “in a stranger’s bed,” he adds on for effect, “during a party. Is pretty slutty,” he says. Shane swallows. “I guess so.” “Do you like it?” “Like what?” Ilya rolls his eyes. “Being a slut. Prepping yourself for a stranger’s cock? Getting naked in his bed with people in the next room,” he says. Shane chews his lip, and he nods, just the smallest movement Ilya barely catches. “Mm. Of course you do. Imagine if they knew,” Ilya purrs, and he pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. “You’ll keep your mask on?” Shane asks. “Da. Of course. Otherwise you’d know who I am.” --- Ilya throws a masquerade party so he can fuck Shane without having to face anything else.