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Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. Or A moment in time of Ilya and Shane enjoying themselves at the cottage. After swimming in the lake, Shane jumped in the shower to get all the scum off him. He generally preferred to stay on dry land, but one thing had led to another when Ilya had dared him to jump in. He had already finished, but stayed in to enjoy the hot water on his muscles. His water pressure was fantastic. Ilya walked in through the bathroom door that Shane had left open. He was still wearing his swimsuit. Shane’s eyes automatically fell to the indents in his hips and the dark hair on his stomach. Shane thought he could maybe see an outline of his flaccid cock in his black trunks. He could imagine it, at least. “We could share the shower, yes?” Ilya said, putting his thumbs in the waistband of his swimsuit and pulling down to take a piss. Oh, Shane thought idly, he had been mistaken about the folds. Shane was almost too distracted to notice the heap of damp swimwear Ilya left on the tile floor. His brain caught up with him after a second, “Sure, of course.” Shane liked showering with Ilya. However, “Didn’t you say you didn’t need to shower?” “No, I said you need to shower. You keep thinking about it.” Ilya slid open the door and stepped inside. Shane dragged his eyes up to Ilya’s face for the first time since he’d come inside the bathroom to find a familiar amusement in his eyes. “Is distracting.” Shane waited impatiently for Ilya to come closer. He was already mostly hard, but didn’t want to touch his own dick. Ilya stepped fully into the shower, walked into the curtain of water, and crowded him against the back wall like Shane hoped he would. Part of Shane wanted Ilya to flip him, press his face into the tiles and fuck him. The smarter part of him knew he’d actually enjoy that more outside the water and in a bed or over the bathroom counter or on the floor in the living room. Ilya pressed their foreheads together, grabbed his ass with one hand and his jaw with the other, long fingers wrapped around the back of Shane’s neck. Shane pulled their faces together and they were both smiling as they kissed. They’d showered together several times over the years, but eating lunch, hanging out in the lake, and being able to casually walk in on each other in the bathroom? It filled Shane with some indiscernible yet overwhelming emotion. As they fit together, Shane could feel Ilya finally getting hard. His hips jerked into Ilya’s thoughtlessly. God, Shane wanted to suck his cock, had wanted to suck his cock since he imagined it in Ilya’s clothing folds. Ilya used the hand on his jaw to tilt his chin upwards into the kiss. He squeezed his ass and gave it a tap with his open hand; Shane barely had time to process the sting before Ilya was squeezing again. Shane made a high pitched sound in the back of his throat. Ilya laughed into the kiss, moving his hand to the back of Shane’s head to shield it before pushing him fully against the tile. Shane felt the cold press of the granite tiles that he’d personally picked out from his shoulders down to his ass. Shane gripped Ilya’s shoulders, unsatisfied with the uncomfortable friction he was getting as he rubbed against Ilya’s abs. Ilya was the one who broke the kiss, pulling Shane’s hair a little. Their foreheads came together again as they caught their breath and Ilya took the opportunity to grope his chest, thumb kneading under his nipple. Ilya’s eyes were almost grey in the dim lighting of the shower, somehow looking so different from their usual blue color in his bright cottage. Shane wanted to look in those eyes as Ilya fucked him. Or at very least if Ilya could bend him over, fuck him, and then turn him back around so he could look into them while Ilya came inside him. Ilya seemed to understand the kind of mood Shane was in because he just said, “On your knees.” Shane didn’t really need any encouragement, but he liked hearing Ilya say it. He went down, braced himself on Ilya’s thigh with one hand and reached up to feel Ilya’s large pecs with the other before he ran his hand over his waist, abs, and down to his hips. Ilya’s body was incredible, but it was hard to appreciate it like it deserved when his dick was right there. He swallowed Ilya down a little too fast; he forgot about the water making it harder to breath and choked. He coughed a little, moved his face away from the stream of water for air for a moment before he went back to it. He was pulled away by Ilya tugging on his hair. He looked up in betrayal. He couldn’t really see Ilya’s face through the water, so he refocused on Ilya’s hard cock. Shane pulled forward against Ilya’s grip to mouth at his shaft. Ilya adjusted his grip and pulled Shane back again, harder. Shane whined. “One minute!” Ilya sounded breathless. “Move out of water.” Ilya seemed to want to pull Shane up to reposition them, but once he understood what Ilya wanted, Shane brushed him off. He pushed lightly at Ilya’s thighs to get him to step backwards as Shane followed, crawling on the floor. He heard Ilya softly swear and hurried to get him back in his mouth. Once they were safely out of the spray, Shane repositioned to prove he really could swallow him straight down. It wasn’t as easy as when he was horizontal, but he liked that sometimes too. Shane moved up and down quickly, the wet noises he was making and Ilya’s twitching hips turning him on more. Ilya had his hands on the back of his head and was applying some pressure, but Shane set a quicker pace. Ilya groaned his name and Shane couldn’t help but start touching himself. They had blown each other in the morning before lunch, so he wasn’t that worried about coming fast or, more importantly, Ilya coming too fast. He could taste the salt of Ilya’s precum and pulled up so he could kiss his way down the shaft to his balls. Shane kept a hand on his shaft, jerking him off slowly while he took Ilya’s balls into his mouth. He spent time on them and was rewarded, “Good boy. Good job. Here.”
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