Summary:

Shane was craving control, craving submission. There was a multitude of things that he couldn’t change, things that he had to step away from. And it had been worth it, worth it to have Ilya in his bed every morning with their little bear sleeping in his crib. To be able to curl up in their nest to breastfeed, watching hockey highlights on their flat-screen television that Ilya had insisted on getting. Shane swallowed, lifting his chin as he pushed Ilya down, strong thighs bracketing his torso, “Hold onto something, Rozanov.” Ilya was on him a second, grabbing Shane around the hips, flipping him over until he was facing Ilya’s feet, bare ass in Ilya’s face. Shane gasped out, the sound collapsing into a whimper as Ilya slipped a finger between his slick folds, rubbing at the entrance of his cunt, “Looks like mommy is getting a little cocky, yes?” he murmured, “I think you will be the one who is holding on." Or Post-partum Shane finally gets what he wants (cock!)