Summary:

Ilya resurfaced with a look in his eye, the kind Shane knew was trouble and swam towards him. He smacked a kiss onto his foot before grabbing on to Shane’s thigh and puckering up. “Gimme kiss.” “You’re cold.” Shane complained, but kissed him anyway. How could he not? He’d give Ilya a kiss any time he asked. OR four times Ilya asked for a kiss and one time shane did