Summary:

"What is it?" "Just… what if you used me?" Shane's gaze drops to their intertwined hands, obviously feeling a bit self-conscious, Ilya can't help but smile at the gesture but then the words register in his brain. "Use you? Use you how?" He raises his eyebrows. Shane sighs. "Okay, so imagine… you come back home from the shoot and I'm waiting for you by the door, fully prepped and ready, on my knees, naked-" "Not naked," Ilya interrupts him with a strained voice. "Fine, not naked, you can undress me yourself if that's what you want," Ilya smirks. "Shut up, that's not all. The thing is… I'll be waiting for you and from the moment you enter through the door, whenever you feel like it, you can do whatever you want to me and with me" "Whatever?" Ilya gulps. "Yes, only if we've talked about it before though, because I won't be able to say no." "Fuck, Hollander."