Summary:

They've been at it for hours. Or rather, Shane has been at it for hours. He's come three times already, each one unsatisfying and unfulfilling, but Ilya won't let him stop, won’t just give him what he wants. “Please… please, I-Ilya…” Shane’s voice is hoarse as he pleads, but Ilya ignores him, piercing eyes sharp in the mirror as he watches intently. He brings his lips to Shane's neck, a hand sliding down his chest to dip between his thighs. “Don't stop.”