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Ever since Shane had the embarrassing meltdown in the middle of sex, things have been great between him and Ilya. He feels like the situation brought them closer even though it was very embarrassing for him.
He doesn't know why he's scared to talk to Ilya when he knows the man has no judgmental bone in his body—except for when he gets a good look at what Shane considers a good meal. Then he has all the time in the world to judge and complain as if he's the one being forced to indulge in the diet.
Ever since his emotional breakdown in the middle of sex, Shane's mind has been wondering how he can get Ilya to let go and give in to his pleasure the same way he does. He wants to give Ilya the same level of freedom and ecstasy he gets when he's in bed with Ilya. It's only right.
He almost feels bad that the Russian man is somehow always forced to be in control when they're having sex because Shane is always quick to let go and lose his mind—quite literally and figuratively. He drops so easily because Ilya makes it so easy. He always feels like he's in heaven when he drops, and he knows that's because Ilya properly takes care of him during it.
He could cry just thinking about how loved and safe he feels when he's with Ilya in any context. Gosh, he loves that man so much it physically hurts him to even think about it, and because of this love he wants to give Ilya the best sex of his life if it's the last thing he does. He's not sure how he's going to achieve this because he's a greedy, desperate, and needy slut in the bedroom. How's he supposed to turn off those habits without alarms ringing in Ilya's head?
He's just so attentive and in tune with Shane's body. He would be aware of the slightest shift in Shane's energy and coax Shane's plan out of him, and it wouldn't take much to get Shane to break and tell him everything. Shane will never understand why he folds under zero pressure when it comes to Ilya.
So instead, Shane decided to do some research before going in blind into the lion's den that is Ilya Rozanov. He has to play his cards correctly or it'll all crash down before the plan is executed. Shane's currently on a deep dive about "How to switch things up in the bedroom," glasses on and everything. He gets generic answers like do things outside your comfort zone, role-play, or better yet talk to your partner. The whole point is to not talk to his partner about this.
Shane's problem is that he needs a step-by-step manual in order to execute his plan. These broad suggestions from the sex blogs are not doing it for him. He needs a map, not suggestions, because if it were that easy he would've done it already.
Shane decides that maybe he's being too general in his searches, so he decides to be a little more specific, hoping no porn videos pop up on his screen.
How to make my top let go in bed?
Shane feels his cheeks heat up at the Google search staring back at him before he clicks enter. Gosh, he's so embarrassed. What is he even doing right now? Ilya better appreciate him after this. All the hard work and extensive research he's doing just so he can rock the man's world into next week. Best boyfriend award goes to?
His face feels like there's been a volcanic eruption on it from how red it has gotten from the results he's currently reading.
Clench/squeeze around him
Moan
Beg for his cum
Talk to him, tell him how much he fills you up, how good he makes you feel
Grab his balls
Eat him out
"Do you kn—"
Shane abruptly slams his computer shut as Ilya comes into the room, cutting the man off mid-sentence. Ilya raises a brow at Shane and laughs softly at the sudden display of weird behavior. Now that was new to Ilya. He has an extensive list of things Shane does saved in his head, and that one just got added to the Shane's being weird list.
"It's not what it looks lik—" Shane starts, and Ilya laughs some more because what can he do? He just caught Shane watching porn. He doesn't want to shame his poor baby and make the moment any more awkward than it already is.
"Is okay, Shane. Is normal to watch por—"
"That's not what I was doing!" Shane exclaims, abruptly cutting Ilya off, his cheeks heating up furiously. He feels like he's going to combust. Gosh, he wishes a black hole would just appear and take him away now. Why would he even watch porn when he has the hottest boyfriend known to mankind wrapped around his little fingers? No amount of porn could ever top the sex Ilya and he have.
"Sweetheart, is okay. I do not car—" Ilya starts before he's cut off.
"You should. That's cheating," Shane states, feeling his eyes narrow toward Ilya before he continues. "Do you watch porn?" Shane questions now that they're on the topic. Plus, it's a great distraction from what he was actually doing.
"Of course. Every day," Ilya starts, trying to sound serious before he laughs at the incredulous look Shane shoots him. He walks over, sits next to Shane, and wraps his arms around him.
"I'm joking. I do not. I have you," Ilya says, placing a kiss on Shane's forehead.
Porn lost its effect on Ilya the moment he laid eyes on Shane. He couldn't get himself hard without thinking about Shane, and videos didn't work either.
Shane smiles softly to himself at the declaration, but the peace doesn't last even two minutes.
"So you cheat on me?" Ilya questions, remembering that Shane had just said watching porn was basically cheating in his book, and Ilya is pretty sure he just walked in on his boyfriend about to do just that because why else would he slam his computer like that? It had to be porn.
"I said I wasn't watching porn." Shane pulls away from Ilya with a grimace on his face. Ilya calls it the cute, pouty kitten look. Ilya can't help but continue to tease the man.
"It look like it," Ilya accuses with a pointed look, and Shane scoffs, not knowing how he's going to get out of this one. He can't tell Ilya what he was looking at—he would die of embarrassment—but he can reassure him that he wasn't watching porn. He'll be damned if he leaves Ilya thinking he needs anything outside of him to be sexually satisfied and fulfilled.
"Just... trust me. It wasn't porn. I love you. I don't need that stuff," Shane declares softly, maintaining eye contact with Ilya as if it's his life mission to make sure that the man understands he wasn't watching porn.
"Also I would not watch porn in the living room" Shane scoffs at the thought of even doing that. It's so tacky he would never.
Ilya appreciates the sentiment even if he was just teasing.
"Okay." Ilya places a quick peck on Shane's lips. He decides not to push the other man into telling him what he was actually looking at. He notices Shane relax when he realizes Ilya won't push him for answers.
The subject changes, and the computer incident is long forgotten for the time being.
....
Shane continues his research, and he actually starts to formulate a plan in his head. He found some things that he actually liked and was willing to try.
After doing more extensive research, he found that it might be helpful to blindfold and handcuff Ilya. Now, before he was very skeptical, but after reading more into it, he decides that sensory deprivation might be the right call. Simply telling Ilya to let go wouldn't be enough. He had to set the stage and mood.
Ilya is used to being attentive and paying close attention to Shane. What if Shane took those aspects of their sex away? He hypothesizes that Ilya will be forced to focus on what he's feeling more versus what Shane is feeling, and also losing the ability to touch Shane would put him on edge enough to simply enjoy Shane's touches. The anticipation would heighten his senses, and the loss of sight would force Ilya to focus on Shane's touches, sounds, smell, etc. Essentially, Shane would be getting rid of the sense of duty to take care of Shane that Ilya might feel when he's having sex.
Shane was stressed out when he first started his research, but now the anticipation is hooking him. He feels like he just cracked the code to an important science experiment. He's actually having quite a bit of fun formulating his plan now. As he does more research, he's gaining more confidence that he can do it. The mantra that repeats in his head when he starts to get overwhelmed with information is, "Anything for Ilya," to keep him going. He's been more strategic about when to do his research so they don't have to have another "are you watching porn?" conversation.
The plan starts now because what's a good change of pace in the bedroom without some good edging? Shane has never tried edging Ilya before, so when he decided to climb into Ilya's lap and straddle him while the Russian man was watching TV, he underestimated how hard it would be to get himself to stop before they went too far.
"F-fuck, feels so good," Shane whimpers as Ilya grinds his hard dick against his clothed hole. The friction makes him grip onto Ilya tighter. Gosh, he forgot how good dry humping feels. People need to bring back the art of dry humping effective immediately. Ilya's hands start roaming Shane's upper body until they find his nipples, and he starts playing with them through Shane's shirt.
Shane's eyes roll back at all the stimulation he's getting. He bites his lip, knowing he needs this to stop now before he loses the plot, but Ilya's hands on his chest feel so good. And don't get him started on the feeling of Ilya's mouth sucking marks all over his neck. He hates that he's dating a sex god because, lord, he's making this edging thing seem impossible.
Shane feels the familiar shifting that happens just before he is picked up and taken to their shared bedroom. He cannot allow Ilya to get comfortable enough to pick him up, or it's all over.
"Okay! That's enough," Shane says, getting out of Ilya's lap. When he stands up, he feels his legs slightly give in, but he catches himself and ignores the physical pain he feels at the thought of not going all the way. It seems like he's edging himself at this point.
"Sweetheart?" Ilya says, sounding and looking like a kicked puppy.
Shane's heart almost combusts at the pout on Ilya's face as he stares up at Shane in a questioning manner.
"I'm just tired. I don't want to go all the way," Shane lies smoothly, and Ilya's pout turns into a concerned look. Is Shane sick? It's very rare that they don't go all the way. In fact, Shane is so needy that he cries when Ilya threatens not to go all the way when he teases him too much during sex.
"Okay. Will not do anything. Let me hold you, please," Ilya says, doing grabby hands toward Shane. Shane gets close again and is pulled back into the man's lap and held tightly, and they talk to each other in a hushed tone as if they're scared someone is listening in.
Shane is surprised at how well that went... maybe this edging thing won't go too badly if Ilya makes it this easy. Everything is going according to plan.
It continued on like that, Shane and Ilya getting touchy, and right when it was about to cross the line where they were about to start losing articles of clothing, Shane would shut it down and stop Ilya from going any further. A flash of dejection would show up on Ilya's face, but he would immediately listen to Shane and stop touching him with no complaints.
Shane feels so evil, and every time Ilya's face drops when he rejects sex, he just wants to spill his guts and tell the man everything, but he has to continue with the plan or it'll all be for nothing. This is also hurting him. He dies a little inside when he stops Ilya from stripping him and claiming him on whatever surface they're closest to during their heated make-out sessions, which have only been growing in intensity since Shane started edging Ilya. The Russian man kisses Shane like he needs his lips against his to breathe.
Currently, Ilya needs an oxygen mask to breathe as he watches Shane do the forward pose and go into the downward dog pose, mimicking the yoga instructor on his screen. The tiny shorts that he's wearing slowly ride up his thighs the more he stretches and barely leave his backside covered. The tiny shorts leave nothing to the imagination.
Ilya's mouth waters when he hears Shane let out a hitched breath after changing to a pose that tests his flexibility. Any normal day this wouldn't have the effect it's having on Ilya today, but it's been three—no, four?—days since he and Shane had sex. Now that Ilya thinks about it, he doesn't remember the last time they had sex. He lets out a breath through his nose and buries his face in his hands, trying to get his very hard dick to go down. He really got hard watching Shane do yoga in tiny shorts. He might even cream his pants at the sound of Shane's breathing. This is a new level of low he didn't think he would ever reach.
He's Ilya Rozanov. The longest he's gone without sex was probably two weeks, and as frustrated as he is sexually, his penis be damned—he needs to figure out what's wrong with his lover before prioritizing any kind of sexual intimacy.
He doesn't know how to bring up the topic without risking scaring Shane away. He wants Shane to ease in and tell him what's wrong, and that's easier said than done. Shane isn't one to take the easy way out that involves effective communication skills. No, he has to jump through hurdles and go through about five side quests before he finally decides to open up about what's bothering him.
Ilya wants to fuck Shane hard, slow, fast, soft so bad, but he can't, not until he gets to the bottom of this. But how does one even bring up this topic without making things weird?
"Ilya!"
Ilya snaps out of his trance to a slightly sweaty Shane standing in front of him. He wants to lick the droplets of sweat around Shane's forehead. Maybe the small droplets will quench his thirst for a while. It might be enough to make him come on the spot.
"Are you okay?" Shane asks innocently with his best confused face.
Ilya nods his head, not trusting himself to speak, which is rare. Ilya loves the sound of his voice.
"Tonight I want to try something different... will you let me?"
Shane takes a seat right in Ilya's lap and straddles him. Ilya swears in that very moment he ascended into the great heavens, had tea with his mother, and came right back down.
"Yes, whatever you want, moy lyubimyy."
Ilya rubs his face into the side of Shane's neck, taking in his scent that makes his eyes roll right out of his skull. He instinctively grips Shane's hips and pulls him against him. Shane grins at how needy Ilya seems to be acting. He's usually the one rubbing his face into the Russian man's neck and getting drunk off his scent.
"Ilya, focus."
Shane cups Ilya's face, and Ilya gives him a dopey grin after getting drunk off of Shane's strong scent that makes Shane smile softly. He places a quick peck on Ilya's lips because he can't help it—sue him. He feels Ilya growing in his pants, rubbing against him. Shane forgets just how easy Ilya gets turned on by him.
"Tonight I want us to try something different," Shane starts again, this time making sure Ilya is listening to him and not busy trying to inhale his scent out of the atmosphere.
"Yes, I heard the first time. Shane, do whatever you would like," Ilya says, grinning up at Shane.
Shane narrows his eyes at the man because he can tell from Ilya's grin that he doesn't think Shane will be able to pull off whatever he's planning tonight. Hence the lack of questions about what Shane's planning. He's just looking forward to finally having sex. He won't even question Shane because he doesn't want to ruin the newfound momentum. Ilya might even find out what's been going on with his lover the last couple of weeks. He's going to get sex and answers later. Why waste his breath asking questions?
He had the same grin he is giving his lover when Shane said that he would top for the first time. Ilya just went with it, put up no fight or argument, and let Shane do his big talk. Then Shane completely froze when it was time to put his talking to the test. Ilya laughed so hard that night he cried tears. He ended up being sent to the couch after his constant teasing, only to wake up to Shane crawling into his arms on the couch later that night. There's never a dull moment with Shane.
"You don't think whatever I'm planning will work," Shane accuses incredulously, pressing his pointer finger against Ilya's chest accusingly.
"As long as you do not try to fuck me again, you will be fine," Ilya chuckles, and Shane cringes at the mention of the memory. The confidence he had that day needs to be studied.
"Fuck you."
Shane hops off Ilya's lap and heads toward their shared bedroom to take a shower to physically, emotionally, and mentally prepare himself for tonight.
"I can't wait."
Shane can feel Ilya's eyes on his body as he's walking away, so he makes sure to put on a good show. He didn't wear the shorts for no reason. Ilya mutters curse words in Russian as he watches Shane walk away, ignoring the middle finger the Asian man throws toward him as he walks away, opting instead to eye the way Shane's hips swing.
Have they always moved like that?
The day passes, and they follow their regular routine. Ilya had even forgotten about the whole conversation until he found himself feeling like he had just walked into the lion's den when he and Shane walked into their shared bedroom to get ready for bed. The sound of the door closing slowly and the turning of the lock did not ease Ilya's anticipation or excitement. He bites his lip and turns toward Shane, who's leaning against the door looking at him with glossy brown eyes, as if he's the one who's been withholding sex. Shane looks just as hungry as him, if not more.
Ilya feels his dick harden under the intense stare. He starts to move his hand into his pants to grab his dick and start jerking it off in front of that look Shane's giving him.
"Stop."
Ilya's hands stop instantly right above the band of his boxers. Shane's voice is shaky, but Ilya knows that it was a soft command.
"Before we start, we need to talk," Shane states, and Ilya eases his brow.
"You want to talk now?" Ilya motions his hand toward his hard dick and also Shane's dick. It's like they're trying to reach out to one another through echolocation at this point. There is no conversation to be had right now.
"Yes," Shane states, moving around the room and pulling stuff out from a random drawer and throwing it on the bed.
Handcuffs and a blindfold.
Ilya smirks as his eyes follow Shane until he's standing in front of him, the handcuffs and blindfold disregarded on the side of the bed.
"They're for you," Shane states.
Ilya's smirk grows even wider, to Shane's surprise. He thought maybe he would have to give Ilya a PowerPoint presentation about why he's doing this.
"Okay, that is fine," Ilya says, wrapping his arms around Shane's waist and pulling him closer, his hands moving down toward Shane's backside.
"Hold on. Be good for me for a second."
Ilya's hands stop moving, eager to please Shane. Shane awards him with a quick peck, so Ilya doesn't have time to deepen the kiss before the other man pulls back.
"I want to go over a few things, okay?" Shane cups Ilya's face, and Ilya rubs his face against Shane's hands like a kitten. "So, your eyes will be covered and your hands will be restrained. Everything else will be fine. We're going to do the traffic light system. I will ask you for your color occasionally, and I need you to either tell me green, yellow, or red. Green means keep going, essentially. Yellow means slow down—you need a minute. And red means stop completely. Do you understand?" Shane explains, holding eye contact with Ilya, trying to make sure the man understands how seriously he's taking this.
Ilya nods his head in understanding.
"Use your words, handsome," Shane instructs.
Ilya's face starts to heat up in the palms of Shane's hands. Shane smiles softly. He forgets that he, too, can get Ilya to become a blushing mess. You would think someone as arrogant as Ilya would soak in the praise, but people tend to forget Ilya is always chasing approval he already has, probably due to how he was raised—consistently belittled and torn down despite being the best. Hence why he sometimes gets flustered when Shane suddenly validates him or praises him, especially on days where his walls are down just a little.
"Eyes will be covered, hands will be tied, traffic light system for the safeword. Green is keep going, yellow is slow down, and red means stop completely," Ilya summarizes, eager to get to the good part of all this. He's been eager for the last couple of days, but he appreciates the disclaimer from Shane.
"Good boy," Shane praises, pressing their lips together, and Ilya instantly kisses Shane back. They kiss hungrily like they've both been wandering a desert and the only source of hydration is their saliva.
Ilya starts to step backward until he feels the back of his knees hit the bed. Before he can even process what's happening, he's being pushed onto the bed. It doesn't take long for his field of vision to adjust, and he sees Shane climb on the bed with him. He instinctively moves further up the bed until he's at the head of it.
He notices that Shane now has the handcuffs and blindfold in his hands. He eyes them, noticing that the blindfold is silky and the handcuffs are leather on the outside but lined with fur on the inside. Ilya smiles, knowing that Shane did extensive research to make sure he got the best material for comfortability's sake.
"I'm going to put these on," Shane says, lifting the black handcuffs up as if giving Ilya the opportunity to inspect them to make sure they're to his liking. "Let me know right away if you're uncomfortable," Shane says softly.
Ilya nods and eagerly puts his arms above his head.
Shane puts on the handcuffs and continually checks in on Ilya, asking if he's okay, if the handcuffs are too tight, and if he's comfortable. It feels weird being on the receiving end of the checking in. Ilya couldn't help but let his heart melt at Shane's consideration for his comfort level. They've never done anything like what they're doing today, and he can tell from how slow and cautious Shane is being that he's nervous, and wants this to work out.
"Next, the blindfold. Is that okay?"
Ilya wants to roll his eyes at the silly question who wouldn't want to be handcuffed and blindfolded by Shane Hollander? but he knows Shane is just trying to keep things safe, sane, and consensual.
"Is more than okay," Ilya gives one of his winning smirks.
Shane puts the blindfold on Ilya and spends an abnormal amount of time asking Ilya if the blindfold is tight enough but not too tight. Gosh, what is Ilya going to do with his doting lover?
Ilya finds himself laid out on the bed, hands over his head restrained in handcuffs and his eyes covered. He tries to calm his breathing, but it spikes a little when the blindfold goes over his eyes. He can't control the anticipation and excitement he feels. He feels out of place being laid out like this.
"Are you okay?"
Ilya jolts a little at the sudden sound of Shane's voice. Had it always been that loud? He sounds like he's using a microphone to speak to him. Shane notes to adjust his volume since Ilya is more sensitive to it with his other senses gone.
"Yes, I'm okay."
Shane notices the tension in Ilya's muscles, and he's going to make sure the man loses all that tension by the time he's done with him.
Ilya feels pressure in his lap and instinctively pulls against the restraints because he was trying to move his hands so he could wrap them around Shane's small waist while he straddles him. He curses softly when he realizes he can't do so tonight.
"You wanna touch me, baby?"
Ilya's hard dick twitches against Shane's backside as he feels the change in pressure against him as Shane grinds down against his hard dick. The friction causes Ilya to let out a labored breath as he bucks his hips, trying to feel the friction once more.
"I just want you to be good and feel me today. Can you do that for me?"
Shane continues to grind against Ilya's clothed dick. Ilya eagerly nods, more focused on trying to meet Shane's back-and-forth movement with his own grinding.
"Use your words."
Shane stops, and Ilya makes a sound in the back of his throat, almost sounding like a growl at the sudden friction being gone.
"Yes. I can be good. F-fuck, Shane, keep going," Ilya responds, his voice labored. The man is horny—he wants all the friction he can get. If he cannot touch or see, so he will feel.
Shane continues to grind against Ilya's hard dick. His own whimpers make it past his lips when he starts to pull and flick his sensitive nipples the same way Ilya does. God, Ilya being restrained is making Shane miss the feeling of his hands on him as well. He almost wants to call it quits and take the restraints off, but the eagerness and neediness that Ilya is displaying as he grinds up against Shane, chasing release, is well worth it. Like he's almost there, but he just can't reach it.
"You sound so sexy. I might come just from listening to you," Ilya groans. It's like every sound Shane makes is ten times louder, and it's turning Ilya on in ways he didn't know were possible.
"Tell me what you're doing, sweetheart. Hmm? Can you do that for me?" Ilya questions, because if he can't see what Shane is doing, he'll make the Asian man describe what he's doing instead. He has a great imagination especially when it comes to Shane.
"P-playing with my chest." Shane's breath catches in his throat as he flicks his nipples a few times, his face turning bright red at the semi-vulgar description of what he's doing. He thought he would have all the power with Ilya restrained, but Ilya is so adaptive.
"Is that right? Pinch them for me," Ilya says.
Shane moans and throws his head back as he obeys, automatically pinching the buds between his fingertips hard. The feeling—and Ilya's dick rubbing against him—aren't helping either. He might actually come untouched at this point.
"Good boy. Tell me how it feels."
Ilya aggressively meets Shane's hip movements, making the other man falter on top of him once more with a loud moan.
"H-hurts s-so good. Want your mouth," Shane moans, leaning down.
Ilya latches onto one of Shane's throbbing nipples and starts to suck. He gathers spit and laps at the nub eagerly, getting it nice and slick. Shane's eyes roll back as he continues to play with the other one, pinching and pulling on it.
"Ilya—n-no biting, fuck," Shane whimpers when he feels Ilya pull the nipple between his teeth, biting softly on it at first before increasing the pressure.
Shane says that, but he eagerly switches to the other nipple so it can get the same treatment from Ilya.
Shane whimpers at how red and swollen his nipples are when he finally pulls away from Ilya's eager mouth. The cold air and Ilya's spit covering them make him twitch at the sensation. It feels so good he feels like a whore like this. His nipples are so sensitive that the feeling of air and his boyfriend's spit on them are enough to make him finish.
Shane stops grinding against Ilya and decides it's time to take his pants and underwear off. Which is easy because all Ilya wears around the house are his sweats. Ilya's dick springs out of his pants and slaps eagerly against his stomach. Shane can physically see it pulsating, and it makes his mouth water. He then decides to pull his own bottoms off, and his own penis springs free.
Ilya feels the skin-to-skin contact and sighs like he's in heaven. God, he's missed the feeling of Shane's skin against him like this. He just wants to grab the man's waist and toss him around.
"You look so beautiful," Ilya sighs, making Shane laugh softly at the sudden compliment.
"You can't see me, silly," Shane giggles softly ignoring the feeling of his cheeks heat up.
"I do not need to," Ilya counters.
Shane ignores the way his heart skips a beat. Ilya is being serious—he doesn’t need to see Shane to know that he looks absolutely breathtaking on top of him like this, a cute blush spreading across his eighty-seven freckles.
Ilya counts Shane’s freckles on his face and body and keeps track of the numbers. He gets irritated whenever the number drops. In his mind, it’s obviously Shane’s fault—his unnecessary skincare routine, the stupid products brands put on his face for promos that cover up his freckles, and somehow, through Ilya’s logic, bleach them away too.
It never occurs to him that he might simply be miscounting.
Instead of responding, Shane rewards Ilya for his praise by positioning himself in a way that allows him to rub his dick against Ilya's. The size difference is very noticeable, much to Shane's dismay. He will just have to ignore it for his own sanity.
"Just like that, sweetheart. Can you grab them and rub them against each other?"
Shane follows the instructions given to him and grabs them, rubbing them together. Ilya moans and bucks his hips slightly. The moan adds about twenty-five years to Shane's lifespan.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," Ilya groans, feeling Shane's pre-cum and warm dick against his own. It's almost as if Shane came, but Ilya knows it's just precum, and Shane is just as pent-up as he is.
"I-I'm sorry," Shane blurts out apologetically, his voice small with embarrassment.
On a regular day, Ilya would tease Shane mercilessly for having the ability to get wet like a girl despite being a boy, but today is not a regular day. Ilya can hear the slight embarrassment in Shane's tone, the hitch in his breathing, and he can feel the way Shane tenses up on top of him.
"It's okay, baby. I love it. You feel good, right? It's okay to be wet," Ilya reassures.
Shane relaxes on top of him ever so slightly. Ilya can only imagine the slight scrunch of Shane's nose while he pokes out his bottom lip, displaying a small pout as he feels embarrassed about his arousal.
"I am wet as well. You are doing so good for me. I feel good," Ilya adds on.
Shane notices that Ilya's dick has produced more precum than usual. Shane's tense muscles turn into goo as he starts to rub their unclothed dicks together.
"Then let me hear you."
Ilya's eyes roll back at the feeling of Shane's dick rubbing against him, and he lets out a loud moan when Shane rubs his slit back and forth softly.
"F-fuck, Shane, just like that," Ilya groans, throwing his head back. He needed this so bad it feels like he's going to explode.
"I-it feels so good. Might come," Ilya whimpers, feeling his core start to tense up. If it were any other day it wouldn't be this quick, but it's been days since his dick has touched Shane, and every rub is pushing him toward the edge.
"No. Hold it," Shane says, not leaving any room for argument.
"I want you to come inside me, so be good and hold it."
Shane stops grinding on Ilya and starts to kiss at his neck, biting and sucking, marking his territory.
Ilya is a moaning, whimpering mess at the sudden neglect his penis is facing. How is he supposed to hold it when he's feeling everything ten times more than he usually does? Everything is so intense and good. He feels like he's going to cry at any moment from how good he feels.
But he has to hold it and make Shane happy or he'll regret it. He doesn't want to be bad, so he'll hold it for as long as Shane wants.
Shane starts to kiss down Ilya's neck and lifts up his shirt, revealing his toned body. They were so eager and excited they forgot to strip Ilya to make it easier, but Shane doesn't mind. He hopes next time he can ride Ilya while Ilya is only wearing one of his jerseys marked with Hollander and his number. Something about having Ilya branded with his last name and jersey number gets him going.
"Sweetheart, you are trying to kill me?" Ilya groans softly as Shane kisses down his toned chest, leaving a few kisses on his nipple. He would spend more time with them, but his mouth is salivating for something else.
When Shane is face to face with Ilya's dick, his eyes practically turn into heart eyes. He places a few kisses at the head lovingly and rubs his cheek against the dick as if letting the penis know that he missed it so much, making Ilya buck his hips at the sudden contact.
Shane doesn't give Ilya much time to make a comment about the extra care and love his manhood is getting before Shane engulfs the head into his mouth and sucks on it slowly. A pornographic moan makes it past Ilya's lips and he pulls against the restraints once more, forgetting that they were there again.
(Ilya is jealous of his penis. He thinks Shane loves his penis more than him sometimes.)
The moan only encourages Shane more and he starts to swirl his tongue around the head of the penis. Then he pushes the very tip of his tongue against the slit of the penis and it drives Ilya crazy.
"F-fuck, baby, feels so good," Ilya whimpers, bucking his hips up, fucking into Shane's mouth. Shane moans at the sudden movement because he feels the penis press against his throat. He feels his eyes water slightly, but he doesn't stop sucking. He pulls away from the head and licks down along the penis until he makes it to the balls and starts to suck on them while rubbing the penis up and down. As he sucks on one of the balls he lets his thumb rest against Ilya's slit and he rubs and applies pressure ever so slightly. Ilya says a few Russian curses and his words break apart.
Shane feels Ilya tense up underneath him and suddenly Ilya's cum shoots out and gets all over his abdomen.
"F-fuck, I-I'm sorry. I could not hold it anymore, Shane. S-sorry," Ilya sniffles as he feels his eyes start to water and tears start to fall from his eyes. Stupid Ilya, he can't follow a simple request. He says a few curse words in Russian as the tears start to make their way down his red cheeks.
"No tears, Ilya, please. Baby, I'm not upset with you," Shane says softly, maneuvering himself so that he's face to face with Ilya's blindfolded face.
"You said n-not to come," Ilya says softly. "I did not listen." Ilya finishes with his lips wobbling slightly, more tears gathering in his eyes under the blindfold, and Shane's heart lurches in his chest. Ilya feels as though he disappointed Shane and messed up everything. Curse the stupid blindfold and handcuffs for making him more sensitive and overstimulated easily. He feels so floaty and good.
"I promise I'm not upset. I'm glad you came. It means I'm making you feel good. Can you tell me your color?" Shane says softly, kissing the trail of tears rolling down Ilya's eyes away. Ilya takes a few minutes to think before he says anything.
"Yellow," Ilya sniffles, and Shane nods his head.
"You want me to slow down? Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want to be good for Shane. Don't want to come until told," Ilya says, and Shane laughs softly at that and thinks of a way to satisfy Ilya. Ilya is such an overachiever even when the roles are supposedly reversed in bed. He doesn't want to make Shane feel like he ruined anything and he can't help it because he's overstimulated. Shane is usually the one who experiences what Ilya is feeling, so he knows how it feels.
"How about we don't count that one, okay? That was my fault. I should've stopped when I felt you tense up. That was mean of me. How does that sound?" Ilya takes a few seconds to think as if he's weighing if he's happy with the compromise, then nods his head, happy with the suggestion.
"I like that," Ilya agrees weakly with a snuffle. Shane's heart tightens at the cuteness. He can't react to strongly at the cuteness or Ilya won't feel comfortable enough to ever show this vulnerable side of himself ever again.
"Okay, my love," Shane says and connects their lips into a sensual, slow kiss. Ilya hungrily leans into the kiss and kisses Shane back hungrily like Shane is his source of oxygen. Shane slips his tongue into Ilya's mouth. Ilya lets out a small groan from the back of his throat when he feels Shane's tongue dancing against his own eagerly.
Ilya feels Shane adjust himself on top of him and he feels Shane position his dick against his hole, and he tenses up slightly. Shane must have sensed Ilya's slight worry and pulls away from the kiss.
"I already prepped myself," Shane reassures softly, placing a loving kiss on Ilya's cheek. Shane feels Ilya's dick twitch against his light grip. Ilya just imagines Shane prepping himself for him and he couldn't help but get slightly excited at the image of the man on all fours fingering himself and begging Ilya for his dick because his fingers aren't enough.
"Someone's eager," Shane chuckles and Ilya nods enthusiastically, not trusting himself to use his voice without sounding pathetic.
Ilya and Shane both let out a gasp at the contact. It's been days when Shane slowly starts to slip the penis inside him.
"S-shit, S-Shane, missed you so much, baby," Ilya says softly, his eyes almost rolling back to the back of his skull when Shane continues to sit further down on his penis deeper. Ilya wants nothing more than to grab the man's tiny waist and slam him down onto his dick.
He can only imagine Shane's hooded glossy eyes that are currently filling up with tears as he feels himself get filled up with every inch that he lowers himself on his bottom lip caught between his teeth trying to hold back his own moans and whimpers.
"M-might cum. I-I'm sorry," Ilya whimpers when he feels the warmth of Shane's walls hugging around his hard dick. He missed the feeling of Shane's walls hugging his penis, his body heat, kisses, and praises.
"It's okay, baby. As long as it's inside me I don't care," Shane reassures, letting out a blissful sigh as his eyes roll back, sitting on the dick completely. Ilya mutters a few Russian curses trying to keep himself from coming on the spot.
"F-fuck, do you feel how much I missed you..."
"So—"
Bounce
"So—"
Bounce
"Much?" Shane moans loudly as he starts to move his hips up and down, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of Ilya's dick stretching him out. He prepped himself, but he can never do it as well as Ilya.
Ilya moans and lets Shane ride him. He can feel everything all at once with every bounce—from the restraints keeping him from instinctively grabbing Shane's hips and guiding him up and down his dick, to the feeling of Shane's walls stretching around his penis to accommodate his above-average size, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other, and Shane's arms resting on his toned chest to help with his balance as he rides Ilya.
Ilya can tell from how tight Shane is he didn't do proper prep, but he knows better than to stop Shane when he's in this state. He'll be risking an emotional meltdown.
Not only that, the way Shane's moans sound pornographic and out of this world makes it very clear that the lack of proper prep is not causing him any serious harm.
“F-fuck… you feel so good. I missed you too, moy lyubimyy,” Ilya groans, thrusting his hips up to meet Shane’s bouncing.
"N-no, that's too much. I-Ilya, can't," Shane breathes out as Ilya thrusts up again, slamming into Shane and causing the man's hips to falter a little at the abuse his hole is facing. He can't keep up with the intensity of Ilya's rhythm.
"Yes, you can, baby. You were made for me, you can take it" Ilya reassures in a soft breathy voice. Shane feels himself start to melt at the words. They shouldn't encourage him as much as they do.
"You feel how much I missed you?" Shane nods not forgetting that Ilya is blinded folded, but Ilya doesn't need to see him to know that the man is nodding eagerly and breaking down on top of him. Tears rolling down his face, and same drool coming out from the side of his mouth. Lips swollen and nipples eagerly wanting to be pinched and played with.
"I-Ilya, I'm c-close," Shane whimpers, feeling his core tense up once more as he starts to reach out for his dick.
"No, want you to cum from my dick alone" Ilya says not leaving any room for argument knowing that Shane was going to touch himself to reach climax. Shane lets out a pathetic whimper as Ilya continues abusing his prostate with his strong thrusts with the rhythm of his movements beginning to falter meaning he's close as well.
“Good boy,” Ilya praises, knowing Shane listened. Ilya is blindfolded, so Shane could easily be sneaky and go against his demand if he wanted to, but there isn’t a single bone in his body that would let him disobey Ilya.
Ilya feels his eyes roll back when he feels the walls of Shane's hole clenching around him with every thrust, almost like Shane's trying to milk him.
“F-fuck…w-who taught you that?” Ilya groans, his own thrusts slowing down as the new sensation catches him completely off guard—the feeling of his dick physically getting milked for the first time by Shane.
"G-gonna cum" Shane whimpers while continuing untighten and tighten his walls around Ilya who lets out crushes in Russian when he feels his core tighten at the new sensation.
"Me too."
Shane leans down and shares a heated kiss with Ilya as he continues to bounce and squeeze around the man. It doesn't take long for their kiss to be broken by loud moans as they both come and reach climax. Shane feels Ilya empty into him and the warm cum slipping out of him. Ilya feels Shane's cum land on his abdomen. He would do anything to taste it, but he's seeing white from the feeling of Shane clenching and unclenching around him as if milking every last drop of cum out of him. He'll have to pay whoever taught Shane this trick some serious cash.
Before Shane collapses on top of Ilya, he musters up the willpower to grab the key to the handcuffs sitting on the nightstand and unlocks Ilya's restraint, not wanting to pass out and leave the man in an uncomfortable position. When the handcuffs are unlocked, he collapses onto the man's chest. It doesn't take long for Ilya to immediately wrap his arms around him.
When the handcuffs are unlocked he collapses onto the man's chest. It doesn't take long for Ilya to immediately wrap his arms around him.
"Fuck, Shane, that was amazing," Ilya lets out a deep sigh, his chest rising up and down as he takes off his blindfold, revealing his swollen red eyes. Shane hums in agreement and cuddles deeper into the man's chest, missing the feeling of his arms around him.
"Are you proud of me?" Shane questions innocently as if he didn't just out every porn video Ilya has ever watched to absolute shame with his performance. His eyes are still closed, and his head is still floaty and he feels like he'll combust if he does anything else tonight.
"Yes. More than proud. You were amazing," Ilya reassures, placing a few kisses on Shane's forehead.
"You were amazing," Shane says, placing small pecks on Ilya's chest and rubbing his face against the spots he kissed.
"Thank you for trusting me," Shane adds on softly.
"Thank you for taking care of me. I needed that more than I realized," Ilya says.
Shane simply hums in agreement before his breathing evens out, and Ilya concludes that Shane has passed out. Ilya can't help but chuckle to himself. His pillow princess did a lot of work tonight. He is definitely going to tease him when he wakes up about passing out after taking the lead.