Summary:

“I always feel so safe with you,” Shane pants into the pillow as Ilya fucks into him. Shane flat on his belly on the bed, Ilya plastered on top of him like the world’s heaviest weighted blanket, their skin pressed together all the way from their knees to the nape of Shane’s neck. “So safe, so safe, I’m—oh, fuck, Ilya—“By all measures, Ilya should be touched by this comment, if not wildly turned on. Instead, he finds he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment, hips stilling, to focus on thinking sexy thoughts so his cock doesn’t go soft.—Ilya has some issues with the notion of safety, especially as it applies to him.