Summary:

Shane crawls back into bed, wearing only pristine white briefs that hug the curve of his ass and sit low on his hips. Ilya's smile widens as he runs warm hands across Shane's back, pulling him close for a cuddle before sneaking in squeezes of cheeks and bare thighs. Shane squirms, hiking a leg over Ilya's hip and settling himself against plush pillows. "Y'know...dreaming about teeth is a sign of anxiety." Ilya grumbles, "Yes, I know." "Are you anxious?"