Summary:

Shane’s breath stutters, then steadies. His hands curl into the fabric of Ilya’s sweater, holding him close. When Ilya’s mouth lingers a little longer in one spot, Shane hums, soft and content. “You’re going to leave marks,” Shane says quietly, not stopping him. “Yes,” Ilya replies just as softly. There’s no teasing in his voice now, only certainty. “Is about time.” — Ilya admires Shane in the safety of Shane’s cottage.