Summary:

“So beautiful, sweetheart,” Ilya whispered as he ran his fingers over the skin on Shane’s thigh. Making sure every single individual mark got enough attention. “You work so hard for this body, you should be proud of it.” Ilya left dozens of kisses on just one thigh, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive spots just after. “Should want to show off to the world,” Ilya breathed out, “But you won’t right? Because just for me. Just for me to see?” “Just yours, Ilya,” Shane gasped out, his breathing was heavy. Ilya knew how much he was enjoying this even with such little words. or the fic where Ilya praises every inch of Shane's body