Summary:

Ilya smiled down at Shane and his eyes gleamed with mischief. 

"You know, Troy is just a few doors down. We could call him over, make it a little party." 

Shane's eyes snapped open only to narrow again as he glared up at Ilya.

“Would you like that?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Shane snarled. 

But his face was screwed up in frustrated pleasure. Ilya hummed thoughtfully and pretended to consider. 

“Perhaps we could make it a competition then.” 

Shane made an irritated noise and turned his face away. Ilya leaned closer and let his teeth drag down the length of Shane's clenched jaw.

"You want Troy to see how well you take it, or do you want to see if he's better at riding my cock than you are?" 

He had been teasing him, pushing at the jealousy that usually made Shane squirm and glare and tell him to shut the fuck up while his traitorous cock twitched and throbbed at how much he secretly liked it. 

So when Shane did squirm away from him, Ilya followed automatically, pressing their chests flush together. He thought Shane was playing.

“Get the fuck off me,” Shane spat.
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Shane safewords out of Ilya's teasing about Troy.