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“Fucking finally,” Ilya growled as the door clicked shut, the last syllable resounding against Shane's lips as their mouths crashed together.
Shane tried to laugh but it turned into a moan as Ilya pressed him against the nearest wall. His arms wrapped around Ilya's neck and he tried to keep up with all the places his boyfriend's hands were groping and along his body.
“You act like we haven’t had sex in months,” Shane told him when Ilya had moved to his neck. He was trying for a joking, light tone, but he failed miserably, sounding breathless and hoarse and borderline needy. Even he had to admit 5 days was a long stretch for them nowadays.
Rose had given them a call saying she had a few days before she needed to be in Montréal to start filming the newest sequel (or was it prequel? Shane couldn’t keep track) to her series, and asked if they wanted to hang out. They’d agreed and picked her up in Ottawa to spend a few days at the cottage with them.
When they were greeted the next morning by some knowing smiles and innuendos, and finally a comment about how Shane had never been that loud with her – which Ilya had teased him relentlessly about, to Shane’s horror – Shane had refused to let Ilya do anything to him for the rest of her stay. Especially after Ilya had complained to Rose at breakfast one morning for her incidental cock-blocking, and then proposed a threesome. Which she’d teased Shane about agreeing to the whole damned day.
Shane had seriously considered going to sleep at his parents’ cottage for the rest of the week.
Shane's parents had called the night before and come over to have lunch with them before Rose had to leave, this time being picked up for the long drive back to Montreal. Rose had left hours ago, but Yuna and David had stayed behind, chatting about everything and nothing while they’d continued drinking beer and vodka on the back deck in the sun. It was nice, and they both loved Shane’s parents, but they had been counting down the minutes to being alone again in the cottage. And seeing the time tick away past that number was setting them both off more and more. As the alcohol set in and made them more relaxed but had them that much more on edge.
“We will need to work on you being quiet before next time she visits.” Ilya proved his point when he bit at Shane’s nipple through the fabric of his shirt, pulling a long moan out of him.
“I wasn’t even being that loud and you know it,” Shane replied in a petulant tone, his fingers gripping at Ilya’s hair, keeping him in place a bit longer. “We can discuss this some other time. Bedroom. Now. Please.”
Ilya straightened, smiling at Shane with more fondness than teasing. “Who is impatient now?”
Shane pulled him forward, crashing their lips together. “You started this.”
“Do you really want to argue who’s fault it is right now?”
“Fuck no.”
Ilya gave him one last kiss before backing away, stumbling just a bit and bumping into the table by the door where they kept their keys and sunglasses and making something roll off. They both looked back at the golden tube that had fallen on the ground and was now rolling under the table.
“Leave it, I’ll get it later,” Shane said as he grabbed Ilya’s hand and pulled him to the stairs. “Rose probably forgot it. It can wait.”
“And you obviously can’t.”
“Nope,” Shane answered, popping the P and smirking over his shoulder, making Ilya speed up after him.
They’d barely crossed the threshold into their bedroom that Shane had tugged off his shirt and was reaching for Ilya’s. Shorts and underwear followed quickly and Ilya toppled them both on the bed. Shane pulled Ilya close, relishing Ilya’s warm skin on his, his solid body pressing him into the mattress, their lips gliding together more gently than they had minutes ago downstairs.
He let out a soft whine when Ilya pulled away, visibly catching his breath.
“You are so beautiful,” Ilya told him, placing gentle kisses on his nose and cheeks, right where Shane knew his freckles were most prominent.
“Going soft on me,” Shane teased him, still not used to the way Ilya could flip from that intense heat to being so soft and sweet with him.
One of Ilya’s eyebrows shot up as he rolled his hips, rubbing their hard cocks together in the process. “Does this feel soft?”
Shane groaned and pulled Ilya back into a languid kiss that lasted for long minutes. Ilya still kept it gentler than before, but his purpose was obvious.
“Ilya-“
“Wish I could keep you here, like this, forever,” Ilya mumbled against Shane’s skin, travelling from his mouth down to his neck to the middle of Shane’s chest.
The words made Shane piece together what Ilya was likely thinking. It had crossed his mind a few times over the past week too. They had a finite number of days before they had to drive back to Ottawa, and him to Montreal shortly after. The summer had flown by. He didn’t want it to end either.
“Wish we could stay here longer too,” he breathed out, Ilya kissing his chest still.
Ilya rested his chin on Shane’s stomach, looking up at him. “I want to kiss every inch of you. Or, what do you say? Centimeters?”
Shane huffed out a laugh, carding his fingers through Ilya’s slightly overgrown hair. “That might take a while. I’m sure you’d miss a few spots, have to start over. Don’t think I’d mind though.”
Shane saw the spark of an idea flash behind Ilya’s bright hazel eyes and he narrowed his gaze in question. Ilya dropped a kiss to Shane’s hip as he slipped off the bed.
“Do not move.”
Shane threw his arms up. “Didn’t exactly have other plans,” he called out to Ilya’s retreating back. “Don’t break something running down the stairs, please.” That would be awkward to explain before the pre-season had even started.
He propped himself up on his elbows and waited as patiently as he could while Ilya went… somewhere.
“It is a very pretty colour,” Ilya called out from the hallway before he was even in view of Shane.
“What did you get?”
“Something to help me keep track of where I kiss you.”
Shane frowned, not sure what Ilya could be talking about. And then Ilya walked in, holding an open tube of lipstick. The one that had rolled onto the floor earlier.
“Why do they not just call them the name of the colour? What does Love Before Breakfast have to do with red lipstick colour?”
“What are you doing?”
Ilya gave him a slow smile, that crooked grin that always got Shane in trouble all those years in.
“Marking what is mine,” Ilya answered, his voice low and laced with so much desire Shane’s mouth went dry.
Ilya crawled back on the bed, looming over Shane for a beat. Shane was sure he was about to kiss him but instead, he planted his fingers in the centre of his chest and pushed him down off his elbows. He brought the coloured stick to Shane’s chest and glided the smooth edge over his skin, spelling out mine in capitals across his chest.
“Thought you were supposed to keep track of where you kissed me,” Shane breathed out heavily. For a reason he couldn’t pinpoint, knowing Ilya had all but claimed him this way was sexy as hell.
“So impatient.” Ilya grinned and then swiped the bright pinky-red colour over his lips – managing to put it on his lips perfectly, of course. He puckered his lips playfully before lowering himself and placing a kiss right over Shane’s heart, near the end of the E he’d just written on his chest. “All mine.”
Shane hummed in agreement and watched as Ilya set out to kiss as much of his chest as he could, reapplying colour to his lips when the marks started to fade too much for his liking. When he looked satisfied with the way Shane’s chest was covered, he moved to his shoulders, his neck, his arms. He planted a loud one to Shane’s forehead, then the same spots as before on his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“Perfect,” he whispered, admiring his work. “And all mine.”
“Always yours, Ilya.”
Ilya smiled down at Shane, bringing their lips together.
“This colour looks good on you,” Ilya said, running his thumb just under his bottom lip.
Shane felt his cheeks heat. “Do I get to try it then? Kinda want to see you all marked up too.”
A groan rumbled through Ilya’s chest and Shane smiled to himself. He stole the lipstick away from Ilya, happy he couldn’t see what a likely terrible job he did applying it. Shane sat up with Ilya kneeling in front of him still. He headed for Ilya’s heart, placing the first imprint in the same spot Ilya had.
“Mine.”
“Me or the bear?” Ilya questioned, running a hand through Shane’s hair.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
Shane moved them around until Ilya was spread underneath him on the bed and he mimicked what Ilya had done to him. He was more strategic with the placement of his kisses, reapplying a bit more frequently. When he was done, there were fewer marks, but he’d gotten all his favourite parts of Ilya’s body. Well, almost all of them.
Before really thinking about it, he added one last swiped of colour before placing the tube on the night stand. Without a word, he settled himself between Ilya’s long legs, locked eyes with Ilya and sunk his lips down as far as he could get them on Ilya’s cock, making sure to close his lips as much as he could to leave a ring of bright colour around him.
“Fuck, yes,” Ilya groaned above him.
Shane preened at the praise, and went to work. As much as it was technically his decision to not let Ilya touch him while they had a houseguest, he had missed this too. Having Ilya on him, in him and around him felt amazing, but he absolutely couldn’t get enough of having Ilya on his tongue. The mix of Russian and English words he made flow from his lips in equal measure was one of his favourite sounds. Especially when it became as incoherent as it was now, meaning he had Ilya right on the brink.
“So damned gorgeous. And all fucking mine. Fuck yes.”
Shane lost track of the words as they became twisted with moans and Ilya’s hips moved as if he couldn’t even control his own body anymore, helping chase the last bits of his own pleasure, using Shane’s mouth to get him there with a loud moan. Shane swallowed everything Ilya gave him, licking his way up and off Ilya’s spent cock.
“You look like a mess,” Ilya chuckled as Shane was eye level with him again.
“Did it smudge,” Shane asked, pointing at his lips, like he didn’t know what it must look like considering how much lipstick was smeared on Ilya’s cock.
Ilya pulled him into a kiss, no doubt making an even bigger mess of Shane’s face in the process.
“I wish you could keep these,” Ilya mused running his fingers along a path between the lip marks covering Shane’s chest and abs.
“I am definitely showering, sorry to disappoint you.”
“Fair.” Ilya flipped him to his back and kissed his way down Shane’s body. Instead of reciprocating what Shane had anticipated though, he pushed Shane’s right leg a bit wider and nuzzle into the crease of his hip, shooting a grin up at Shane.
He proceeded to mark Shane’s inner thigh, biting, licking, and sucking at it for far longer than was necessary, his stubble brushing against Shane’s balls every now and then, driving Shane wild in the process.
“This will do,” he said, placing one last kiss to the spot he’d all but devoured.
“If anyone notices that-“
Ilya raised a concerned eyebrow his way. “If any of your teammates are examining your thighs this closely, I’d like a word with them.”
Shane couldn’t contain his laughter at that thought, which sent Ilya off too.
“I’m only yours, Ilya,” Shane assured him once they settled. He ran a hand through Ilya’s hair where his head rested against his hip now.
“Yeah?” And there was that fond smile again, which Shane mirrored for a beat this time.
“Yeah. Yours.”
Ilya wrapped a hand around Shane’s up to now ignored cock and caused him to let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, Ilya. Don’t think I’ll last long.”
“We have all night.”
Ilya’s picked up speed, and he leaned in close enough to suck one of Shane’s balls onto his mouth, the humming sound he made at Shane’s obvious enjoyment sending ripples of pleasure shooting through Shane like a firework. Before Shane could even warn him, he was leaving long streaks across his stomach while Ilya’s name tumbled from his lips.
“So fucking gorgeous.”
Shane laughed. “So you’ve mentioned a few times already.”
“Is true.”
“Come here,” Shane said, pulling Ilya up his body, kissing him as soon as he was within reach. “Love you.”
Ilya rubbed their noses together, making Shane smile. “Love you too.”
“We should go get cleaned up. And get the sheets in the wash.”
Ilya groaned. “You could not wait a few minutes? Had to ruin mood with laundry?”
“I don’t want them to stain!” Shane grabbed a pillow and bonked Ilya in the side of the head with it. “We really made a mess. I was gonna bring it back to her you know. Now I have to pretend I haven’t seen her lipstick if she asks.”
“What? You do not want to tell her you made me scream louder than you were with her in bed while you wore her lipstick?”
“You’re never going to let that go will you?” Shane hid his face in the pillow.
“Never, no. Too good to let go. And that colour really did look great on you. You should ask her where it is from.”
Shane rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom. “I take it back, I don’t love you.”
“You lie.”
“No I don’t.”
Shane heard Ilya’s footsteps, following him to the bathroom and he smiled as he went to turn on the shower, knowing all too well he’d love Ilya his whole life, silliness and all.