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Shane didn’t know how to explain it. A few years ago, he was cursed. He didn’t know it was possible until one night, on a full moon, he woke up with a strange sensation between his legs; something was missing. He was half asleep so he didn’t really pay attention to it at first. But, as the night went on, the feeling wasn’t going away. He felt a strange wetness between his legs and curiosity took the best of him, so he slipped a hand into his underwear and he jolted awake, removing his hand quickly as if he got burned.
What the fuck?? His dick was gone. How was that possible? He started to panic. This couldn’t be real. He was having a nightmare. Surely, he would soon wake up and everything would go back to normal. Shane tried to calm his breathing, but why wasn’t he waking up?
He slipped his hand a second time in his underwear, exploring his new anatomy. He rubbed his fingers against the smooth surface and he glided them between the slit, and it hit him. He had a pussy and he was freaking out.
He had to wake up now. Surely, this wasn’t real. Maybe he got hit on the ice and fell into a coma and was having a vivid dream. Everything was going to be fine. It was just his subconscious playing tricks on him. He decided to ignore it and fell back to sleep. When he woke up the next day, everything was back to normal so he didn’t really think about it.
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It occurred again another night. Shane had woken up in cold sweats. He had subconsciously put a hand in his underwear, except he wasn’t stroking himself in his sleep like he sometimes did. He was in fact rubbing his clit, and he was enjoying it. This time he didn’t panic because he was sure everything would be back to normal the next morning.
He decided to give it a try. He started slow at first, going from his chest, then his stomach to finally slipping his hand into his underwear. He rubbed circles against his clit and it felt good. It opened his body to new sensations that he wasn’t aware of. He should be ashamed of himself for enjoying this. If anyone were to see him right now, they would think Shane was a freak and they would be right. He hated that he was enjoying it so much. His finger was coated with his slick; he was so wet and it felt too good. His hand went a little further down until he found what he was looking for. He slowly pushed a finger in and was met with a sharp pain that left him gasping for air. He didn’t know it would hurt that much. He was used to having Ilya’s dick in his asshole, used to the sensation of being stretched, and he knew that it necessitated preparation. But he thought it would be different for a vagina; turns out he was wrong. Basically, when it came to having a pussy, Shane was a virgin all over again.
What would he say to Ilya if it happened on a night they were together? He had to be careful. Ilya would never know about this, or this thing they had going on would be over, and Shane would be devastated.
Shane did some research afterwards, and it turned out that curses were rare but real nonetheless. He didn’t know who had cursed him or why he had been cursed in the first place. Over time, he learned that it only occurred on full moons. So he kept track of every full moon cycle, in order to avoid Ilya at all costs.
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It was working for a while. Then one night, they both went out with their teammates and ended up at the same bar. One of Ilya’s teammates, Cliff, initiated a drinking competition between the two captains and Shane wasn’t the type to back away from a challenge. They did several shots, alcohol seeping through Shane’s system and making him sloppy. So when Ilya found Shane in the restrooms and asked him to go back with him to his hotel room, Shane was too drunk to think of the consequences of him blindly agreeing to follow Ilya.
Shane was leaning on Ilya while the latter opened the hotel room door. They stumbled inside the room, and Shane just had time to take his jacket off before Ilya backed him against the nearest wall and was all over him, nibbling at his neck. “Missed this,” Ilya said, biting his skin lightly in a way he knew it wouldn’t leave any trace. Shane melted into the touch and slid his hands into Ilya’s hair, basking in his scent.
“Kiss me,” Shane ordered, Ilya’s lips were on his immediately. He ran his tongue over Shane’s lower lip before taking it into his mouth sucking on it. He grunted as his hips bucked forward, attempting to find some friction.
Ilya’s hands were all over him. “You looked so fucking hot, can’t wait to fuck you baby,” Ilya said, groping at Shane’s cock.
“Wait wait wait!” But Shane didn’t have time to warn Ilya.
“Ugh.. Shane? What’s going on? Where’s your cock?” Ilya asked, backing down, trying to unbuckle Shane’s belt.
“Ilya, please stop,” Shane begged. “Let me explain.” He grabbed Ilya’s wrist, stopping him. “Please,” he repeated, rubbing a hand over his face. He had to tell Ilya now. There was no backing out, and the alcohol made him a little braver.
“Shane? You look tense, is everything ok?” Ilya asked as he was watching Shane pacing back and forth in front of him.
Shane took a deep breath before blurting it out. “I’ve been cursed Ilya,” he admitted in a whisper, hoping Ilya hadn’t heard him.
Of course Ilya had heard him. “Cursed? How?” he asked, confusion visible on his face.
“On every full moon, I get cursed..” Shane exhaled. “Fuck, I don’t know how to say this without freaking you out.” He slid down the wall and put his head between his knees. “Fuck.” He was starting to panic and felt the bile rising in his throat.
Ilya sat down next to him and put hand on his back, stroking him lightly for reassurance. “You can tell me anything, Shane. I promise I won’t judge.”
“Ihaveapussy.”
Ilya laughed, “You what?”
Shane groaned between his legs. “Well, like you said earlier, my cock is missing and I have a vagina instead. On full moons. It’s been like this for the last 3 years.” He finally confessed. Shane was bracing for Ilya’s rejection but instead, Ilya lifted Shane’s head, fingers brushing his chin encouraging him to look him in the eyes.
“How come you never told me?” Ilya asked, concerned.
Shane chuckled. “How do you tell the guy you’re hooking up with that you get a magical pussy once a month?”
“I thought we were more than that by now,” Ilya said, a look of hurt passing across his face but soon replaced by lust. “So about that magical pussy. Can I see it?” Ilya asked as he looked down at his pants.
“You want to see it?” Shane was surprised, he hadn’t expected this reaction.
“I mean sure, why not.” Ilya said, leaning in to kiss Shane who melted into the kiss. “Tell me Shane, has anyone ever fucked your pussy?” Shane pressed his legs together after hearing those words, the alcohol made him feel hot and Ilya wasn’t helping by talking like that. He tried to get some friction with his jeans and his underwear was starting to get embarrassingly wet.
Heat rose to Shane’s cheeks. “No. It was only me,” he admitted.
“So you fucked yourself. With what? A dildo?” Ilya asked, genuinely curious.
“Fuck Ilya, stop with the questions. Please,” Shane replied, trying to avoid Ilya’s gaze.
“I will, if you show me that beautiful pussy of yours. Come on, up. Take off your clothes I want to see.”
Shane reluctantly got up. “Promise you won’t laugh?” He asked as he started stripping down.
“I won’t, I promise.” And the thing is that Shane trusted Ilya completely.
He removed his shirt first, hoping to gain some courage. Meanwhile, Ilya sat on a chair opposite the bed, his eyes never leaving Shane’s body. Shane unbuckled his belt, then slowly opened the fly of his jeans, pulling them down and leaving him with nothing but his underwear. Ilya grunted at the vision of Shane in his underwear because a wet patch was already visible, revealing that he was turned on. Shane tried to cover himself. “Don’t,” Ilya said, getting up to stand in front of Shane. “Can I?” Ilya asked, eyeing Shane’s underwear.
Shane said nothing but quickly nodded, giving his permission for Ilya to touch him. Within seconds, Ilya’s hand was on Shane's underwear, brushing his fingers against the fabric. “Hollander, are you always this wet?” Ilya asked, mesmerized by Shane’s arousal.
“Not really,” Shane exhaled, placing his head on Ilya’s shoulder, enjoying his touch way too much. The sensation was completely different from when he was touching himself. “Must be because of you,” He admitted.
“Fuck Hollander,” Ilya grunted, tugging at the waistband of Shane’s underwear. He pulled them down, leaving them pooling at Shane’s feet. “If I knew you had a magical pussy sooner, I would have done so many things to you,” Ilya said as he started rubbing Shane’s clit. That sent a new wave of pleasure rippling through Shane’s body. He uncontrollably bit on Ilya’s shoulder to keep himself from moaning. “Don’t hold back my love, let me hear you,” Ilya ordered, as he spread Shane’s legs wider with his feet to gain better access. Ilya slid his finger further down, coating his fingers with Shane’s slick. “God Hollander, you’re dripping wet,” Ilya said, brushing his fingertips between his folds. “Tell me, how does it feel to have my hand on you? Want me to fuck you with my fingers?” Ilya asked against his ear, his breath hot on his already burning skin.
Shane’s response was immediate, he started moving his hips involuntarily. “Please,” Shane breathed, moving to the rhythm of Ilya’s finger.
“I’m gonna need more than a simple please, my love,” Ilya said, removing his hand from Shane’s pussy and bringing his fingers to Shane’s lips. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” Ilya asked, smearing Shane’s lips with his own wet heat. Shane opened his mouth willingly, taking Ilya’s fingers, licking them, testing his own release on his tongue and moaning around them. Ilya pupils widen at how much he wanted Shane.
Ilya removed his fingers and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Shane to speak. “Please Ilya, I want you to fuck my pussy with your fingers, please I need you,” Shane whimpered.
Ilya turned him around so Shane’s back was against Ilya’s chest. His fingers were back on Shane’s clit, stroking it until Ilya found a spot that made Shane gasp. “This? Right there?” Ilya asked, brushing the spot again. Shane could only nod, feeling his legs getting unsteadier. So Ilya wrapped an arm around Shane’s waist, keeping him tight against him. “Let go baby, I’ve got you,” He whispered in Shane’s ear, then proceeded to suck on his earlobe while hitting the right spot over and over again.
“Fuck Ilya, I’m gonna–” Shane whined, as Ilya inserted a finger inside him. He was so wet that Ilya’s finger easily slid in. Shane barely felt any discomfort at the intrusion.
“Holy shit, Hollander you are tight,” Ilya said as he started moving his finger in and out of Shane while his other hand, while still holding him firmly, went to rub on Shane’s clit, finding the spot again. “You’re taking my finger so well.” Shane whimpered as he clenched around Ilya’s finger. “Now imagine my cock inside of you,” Ilya said, picking up pace with his finger. “Spread wide open just for me, leaking all over my dick. You’d like that?” Shane could feel his orgasm building up, his breathing becoming shallow, heat pooling in his stomach. “I know you’re close, my love. Come for me.”
Shane’s body arched against Ilya’s chest and he grasped at his arms for support, his legs threatening to give out as his orgasm hit him hard, trembling as waves of pleasure rippled through his body. Ilya’s finger was coated with his release that had started dripping along his thighs. “Fuck fuck Ilya sh–.” Shane was babbling nonsense as Ilya helped him ride through his orgasm, still pushing his finger in and out and the sound his pussy was making was obscene.
He could feel Ilya rutting against his ass. “Oh fuck Hollander,” Ilya grunted as the last wave of orgasm hit Shane and he ended up slumped against Ilya who was still holding on to him with a tight grip that he was sure would leave a mark the next morning.
They stayed like that for a few minutes until Shane recovered enough to realise what had just happened. “Ilya? Did you just come into your pants?” Shane asked, he couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice.
"Blyat" Ilya chuckled. "That never happened to me before. God Hollander, that was so hot. You make me crazy," He said, still holding onto Shane, kissing his neck tenderly. "Next time I'd like to fuck you."
"Next time?" Shane asked, melting into Ilya's touch, tilting his head to expose more of his neck to Ilya.
"Da, you deserve to have the full experience." Ilya said, rubbing Shane's stomach.
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Shane had been thinking about this for days, his whole body buzzing with anticipation. His underwear was already starting to get wet just from thinking about what Ilya was about to do to him.
His team had played a game in Boston the day before so he stayed behind to spend the night with Ilya. He went to Ilya's place and rang the doorbell. Ilya opened the door to let him in and grabbed him by the wrist to engulf him into a fiery kiss. “You’re so fucking greedy,” Shane mumbled against Ilya’s mouth.
“Yeah, so greedy for your pussy,” Ilya said, cupping Shane through his sweats, applying a light pressure. “You don't know how much I’ve wanted this,” he grunted as he started rubbing his fingers through the fabric. “Bedroom now.” Ilya backed down, tugging Shane with him, never breaking the kiss until they reached the bedroom. Ilya pushed Shane until his legs hit the foot of the bed and he let himself fall, Ilya following suit so he was on top of Shane. “Take off your shirt, let me take care of the rest,” Ilya said as he worked on Shane’s sweatpants, yanking them down along with his underwear and leaving Shane completely bare underneath him. “God my love, look at you. You are beautiful.”
Ilya bent down to press a light kiss on Shane's inner thigh that made him shiver in response. He spread Shane's leg to gain access and raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Sometimes they didn't even have to speak to understand each other completely. Shane held Ilya's gaze and nodded, giving him the permission to touch him. Ilya started rubbing slow circles against Shane's clit, the response was immediate. Shane arched his back, still not used to being touched that way by someone else. Ilya slid his fingers in Shane's slit, coating them with his slick. "Love how wet you get when I touch you. Next time I'm gonna eat you out. But tonight I want to fuck you," Ilya said, brushing his finger against Shane's hole, not pushing in yet.
"Will you let me fuck your tight pussy?"
"No," Shane sighed.
"What?" Ilya asked, a surprised look on his face.
As Ilya was about to remove his hand, Shane held a strong grip on Ilya's wrist, keeping him in place. "Don't," Shane pleaded. "I want your tongue now. Please."
Ilya grinned as he went down on Shane, pressing a kiss on Shane's pussy before taking his clit into his mouth, sucking it lightly while his finger slipped into his wet hole. A spark ignited in Shane's body as a wave of pleasure came crashing down on him. He felt Ilya's tongue lap at his slit like a hungry kitten, groaning against Shane's as he got a taste of his release. "Tastes so sweet, my love," Ilya said as he went back, flicking Shane's clit with his tongue.
Shane was completely out of his mind. He grabbed Ilya's hair and pushed him further against his pussy, begging for more friction. "Need your cock Ilya. I want you to stretch me up please take me," Shane begged, rocking his hips against Ilya's mouth in an act of desperation. Shane could feel Ilya's hot breath against him as he grunted, pushing a second finger in his hole. Shane was so wet, he barely felt the stretch and he started rocking on Ilya fingers. Ilya used his other fingers to spread Shane's folds apart and licked long stripes, drinking in him.
Shane didn't have time to warn Ilya as his orgasm took him by surprise. His whole body started trembling, rocking his hips uncontrollably against Ilya. "Fuck Ilya I'm—Holy shit Rozanov," He whimpered as he gushed all over Ilya’s face who didn't miss any drop, his fingers picking up pace in rhythm with his hips that were grinding helplessly against the mattress. Shane went still as the last remnant of his orgasm tore him apart.
Ilya pressed one last kiss on the sensitive spot before lying next to Shane. His pupils were blown with desire and his face was a mess. Glistening with Shane's slickness and by the look of it, he was happy with it. "Fuck Hollander, you almost killed me," He said, caressing Shane's cheek in admiration.
“So,” Shane said, rolling on his side to look Ilya in the eyes. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“You still want?” Ilya asked, trailing his hand towards Shane wetness, sliding one lazy finger between his folds, avoiding his clit, careful not to overstimulate him.
“I mean,” Shane hesitated, he hooked his finger in Ilya’s necklace, finding an excuse not to look at him. “You’re still hard and I really want to try it.”
Ilya didn’t waste a minute and got back on top of Shane. “Are you sure Solnyshko?” He asked as he pushed Shane’s legs apart with his weight, his head nudging Shane’s entrance. Shane nodded, his pussy clenching in anticipation. “Condom?” Ilya asked.
“No, we're good,” Shane smiled. “I want to feel you.” They’d been exclusive for two years and both had tasted clean and Shane really wanted to feel every one of Ilya's inches.
Ilya slowly slid the tip in. Shane knew Ilya was big, it wasn’t the first time they had sex. But this time was totally different. He didn’t expect it to hurt that much. His breath got caught in his throat and Ilya stilled as soon as he saw Shane, panic visible on his face. “Shane, are you ok? Do you want me to pull out?” Ilya asked, rubbing soothing circles on Shane’s hip.
“Keep going please,” Shane said, gritting through his teeth. Ilya waited for Shane to adjust before pushing in again slowly until he was finally all the way in. Shane clenched around Ilya’s cock, adjusting to the foreign sensation. The stretch was starting to feel pleasant so he told Ilya to move.
Ilya almost pulled out completely before diving back in in a slow thrust to make sure Shane was alright, soon the frown on Shane's face disappeared and was replaced by a satisfied smile. Ilya started picking up a steady pace. “Fuck Shane. You’re so tight. How does it feel swallowing me with your tight pussy?” Ilya asked as he watched his cock going in and out of Shane, coated with Shane’s wetness.
Shane could barely keep his eyes open. “So fucking good. Faster please.” He urged, reaching down to touch himself, needed more.
But Ilya pushed his hand away. “Let me show you how to do this well,” He said, as he started to thrust faster into Shane’s drenched pussy. Ilya rubbed Shane’s clit in rhythm with each thrust all the while nibbling at Shane’s nipple and licking the sensitive spot. Shane was a whimpering mess, he felt all his nerves alit. His pussy swallowed each thrust like it was meant to be.
Ilya let go of Shane’s nipples and went to kiss Shane but he was too fucked out to respond, moaning against Ilya’s mouth. Ilya was now relentlessly pounding into him, their foreheads pressed together, panting in each other's mouths. Shane was crushed by Ilya's weight while Ilya was holding onto Shane's hips with a strong grip that was almost painful to him. Yet, the thought of Ilya leaving a bruise on him almost drove him over the edge.
"Fuck Hollander, are you ok?" Ilya asked, kissing him all over his face. Shane couldn't speak. With the way Ilya was smashing into him while playing with his clit, he was out of this world. But his body responded for him as he yanked at lIlya’s hair, crushing him into a soaring kiss and rolling his hips in hopes of finding that sweet spot. When he finally found it, he screamed, holding onto Ilya's body for dear life.
Ilya couldn't take his eyes off of Shane as he fell apart beneath him. His body tensed as his orgasm started to hit him, his release coating Ilya's cock, gliding down his balls.
Ilya kept thrusting hard and playing with Shane's clit as he rode through his orgasm, his body trembling.
"Fuck Ilya—" He screamed as he tried to press his legs together bordering on overstimulation. But Ilya took one of Shane's legs and put over his shoulder, diving in further. He kept this agonizing pace until his hips began to stutter, spilling inside Shane's walls. Shane kept a strong hold on him as Ilya kept thrusting lazily until the last drop of cum left his body.
They stayed tangled up, holding onto each other. "Thank you for your magical pussy," Ilya breathed out, kissing Shane's chin.
Shane laughed. "That was so fucking hot Ilya." He gently kissed Ilya's temple. "But I need a shower, I feel gross." Ilya pulled out and Shane winced at the missing sensation. He could feel Ilya's cum dripping out of him and Ilya watched his pussy in awe as his cum mixed with Shane's release drizzled out of his hole. "Fuck, I'm gonna have to change the sheet," Shane huffed, covering his face with his arm.
"Let's shower first, I'm not done with you," Ilya winked as he took Shane into his arms, leading him towards the bathroom.
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Shane was reading in bed when his phone started buzzing on his nightstand. He didn't have to check who was calling him. He already knew.
"Hi Ilya," Shane said as he took his glasses off.
"No no no. Put them back on please. Makes you look hot."
Shane did as he was told and put the glasses on, warmth coursing through his body after hearing Ilya's compliment. "What do you want Rozanov?"
"Well, tonight is full moon." Ilya raised an eyebrow.
"Oh my god, you are unbelievable."
"Come on Hollander, I don't get to fuck you," Ilya pouted. "Tell me how you get yourself off when I'm not here," Ilya asked, adjusting the pillows behind him, his gaze never leaving Shane.
Shane cleared his throat, heat rising to his cheeks. "I hm... I hump a pillow sometimes, imagining that it's your face instead."
"Fuck Hollander, your pussy is so hungry for me that you have to hump a pillow thinking of me?" Ilya asked, palming himself through his sweats. Shane saw that a wet patch was already forming. Ilya was hard and leaking just at the thought of Shane and heat pooled in his stomach.
"I can show you, if you want," Shane said, biting his lips as he slid a hand in his already drenched underwear, rubbing a finger between his slit. Ilya didn’t miss the movement and licked his lips.
"Da, I want to watch." Ilya didn’t waste any time and removed his sweatpants, exposing his erection and he started stroking himself lazily as he waited for Shane to undress. Shane got up and put his phone on the bed, propping it against a book so that his whole body would fit in the frame. Shane took his time stripping. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down slowly to reveal his already soaked underwear. He didn't wear a shirt so he was almost naked except for his underwear.
"Look at you baby, if I were here I would already have my face down there," Ilya said, pupils blown wide by desire at the sight of Shane's underwear. “I would've taken down your underwear with my teeth." Shane’s face and chest flushed at the thought. He took his underwear off and tossed them aside. He got back on the bed and placed his phone in a way that Ilya would be able to see from his waist down, his face would be hidden from Ilya. “No Hollander, I want to see your beautiful face when you get yourself off. Now show me how you do it," Ilya protested
Shane changed the position of his phone so that Ilya could see all of him. He placed the pillow between his thighs so he could use it after. Facing his phone, his eyes locked on Ilya’s, he started twisting his nipples the way he liked it, a soft moan escaping his lips. Shane watched as Ilya licked his lips, transfixed by the way Shane’s thumbs were stroking his nipples. He then let his hand slide down between his spread legs, and didn’t waste time before letting his finger glide easily in and out of his hole. Ilya grunted and let his cock spring and squeezed himself to refrain from coming right on the spot.
“Now, stop fingering yourself and hump that pillow. I’m too fucking close already, it’s embarrassing.” Ilya said, pressing his thumb against his leaking slit.
Shane lowered himself on the pillow and started rolling his hips at a slow pace, one hand still playing with his nipples, the other one gripping the pillow. “Wish you were here,” Shane breathed out, drawing circles with his hips, chasing the right angle. He pressed down harder on the pillow, rocking back and forth. Chasing the friction against his clit, he suppressed a whine when he found the right angle. Ilya was mesmerized by the view before him, eyes locked on Shane riding the pillow. His knuckles were white from gripping the fabric, his other hand planted on the mattress, to support himself. Shane’s thrusts became erratic as the orgasm took over his body, his legs were trembling as he collapsed on the mattress, now riding the pillow like a mad man. Ilya came in a grunt as he watched Shane come all over the pillow, his body still trembling as he soaked the fabric.
“Hollander, next time I want you to ride my face,” Ilya said, as Shane rolled over on the bed, exposing his glistening pussy to the camera, unaware in his post orgasm haze. Ilya’s mouth watered at the sight. “Shane, baby did you hear me?”
“Fuck yes Ilya, I would love to,” Shane sighed, closing his eyes, feeling sleep slowly taking him away.
“Goodnight Shane,” Ilya said, before ending the video call.
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Shane exited the elevator and looked into the hotel hallway to make sure that no one was in sight. He went to the door number 1221 and knocked softly. He heard the ruffle of feet on the other side of the door. Shane sighed because Ilya was taking too much time opening the door and he didn’t want his teammates or Ilya’s to find him here.
He waited two agonizing minutes before Ilya finally opened the door. He shoved himself inside and glared at Ilya. “What the fuck? Why did you leave me standing in the hallway like an idiot?” Shane hissed. Ilya laughed and it pissed Shane off even more. “Oh you think it’s funny. Fine.” Shane only had time to put his hand on the handle before Ilya turned him around and pushed him against the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ilya said as he kissed Shane’s neck and tapped his ankles with his foot so Shane would open his legs a little bit more. Shane didn’t want to resist so he complied and Ilya palmed him against his jeans. “Missed your pretty pussy,” He said before kissing his lips. Shane melted into the touch, heat pooling in his stomach. He could feel a rush of liquid heat as Ilya was moving his hand and applying pressure through the fabric. As Ilya was about to unbutton Shane’s jeans, Shane sank to his knees, fumbling with the buckle of Ilya’s belt.
“I need to–” Shane tugged Ilya’s jeans down along with his underwear and took Ilya straight into his mouth. Ilya put his hands in Shane’s hair, mouthing a Fuck as he restrained himself from rocking in, letting Shane bop his head at his own rhythm. He let go of Ilya’s cock with a loud pop and lapped at his slit where precum had started to leak.
Shane looked Ilya in the eyes and said “I want you to fuck my mouth.” Before taking him back into his mouth, one hand holding Ilya’s hip, the other going into his jeans to rub at his clit. A soft moan escaped Shane’s mouth, sending vibrations on Ilya’s cock. Ilya held Shane’s head firmly as he started rocking inside Shane’s mouth. Shane managed to relax his throat so that Ilya could hit the back of it easily. They’ve done that multiple times now so Shane had no trouble taking Ilya.
Ilya pulled back and tapped his head on Shane’s swollen lips, smearing the precum against them before diving back into his mouth in one hard thrust, his hand stroking Shane’s cheek where he could feel himself moving inside his mouth. Ilya kept thrusting in while Shane rubbed his clit harder until slick coated his hand along his underwear, his breath caught in his throat before he grunted, sending ripples through Ilya’s cock. “Did you just come from sucking my dick?” Ilya asked as he pulled out, spit had gathered on Shane's chin.
Shane cleared his throat, voice hoarse from getting his throat fucked. “Yeah fuck, I’m sorry.” His eyes were glassy from his orgasm and his cheeks were red. Ilya could not resist seeing him like this, he grabbed him by the arm and crushed his lips against Shane’s, tasting himself on Shane’s tongue.
“Think you can come for me again?” Ilya asked, nudging his chin with his finger. “Think you can come on my face?” Ilya held his gaze which was full of desire.
“I can try.”
Ilya kissed Shane one more time before he plopped down on the bed and removed one of the pillows so that he'd be more comfortable. Shane stood awkwardly, looking at Ilya.
Ilya propped himself on his elbows and raised an eyebrow, waiting for Shane to move. "Come on Hollander, we don't have all night. Don't be a chicken and come sit on my face."
Shane undressed himself quickly and did as was told. He got on the bed next to Ilya who grabbed him by the waist and lifted him so that his legs were resting on each side of Ilya’s waist. Ilya could feel Shane leaking on his stomach and the crease of his ass was rubbing the head of his already hardening cock.
"Ilya, are you sure you want this?" Shane hesitated. "I don't want to crush you."
"You like the feeling of my tongue on your pussy, yes?" Shane nodded, biting his lips. "And last time you agreed," Ilya whined, kneading his hand on Shane's ass, pressing him harder against his chest.
"Okay but I want you to stop me if it's too much," Shane said as he positioned himself on top of Ilya's face. Ilya licked his lips in anticipation. Shane’s pussy was on full display in front of his face, glistening still from his previous orgasm, and the sweet smell was intoxicating. “Tell me when you’re ready.” Shane looked down.
“Go down baby, use me as one of your toys, my mouth’s all yours.” Ilya patted Shane’s thigh, encouraging him.
Shane sank down slowly on Ilya’s mouth. He wasn’t fully seated, yet and he could feel Ilya’s hot breath against his pussy and just this sensation alone made him grip at Ilya’s hair and yank hard. Ilya groaned and inhaled deeply, drunk on Shane’s scent before sticking his tongue out. He lapped at Shane’s slit, tasting his wetness and it made Shane arch his back, pressing down further on Ilya’s mouth. Shane could feel desire pooling low in his belly as he started rolling his hips against Ilya whose tongue was still out, rubbing on his clit with each movement.
Shane moaned, his head falling forward. All he could see were Ilya’s eyes locked on him while the rest of his face was completely swallowed by his pussy. Shane got even more wet just by the way Ilya was looking at him; he felt wanted, worshiped. Ilya kept dragging his tongue along the movement of Shane’s hips and then decided to focus on his clit. Ilya took it into his mouth and started sucking on it and circling it with his tongue. Shane lost focus for a mere second and had to grip the headboard to support himself. A gasp escaped Shane’s mouth as Ilya was doing wonders to him. He was full on rolling his hips now, feeling shameless as he pressed his pussy harder into Ilya’s face. “Are you gonna make me cum Rozanov?” He asked breathlessly, his hand gripping Ilya’s hair to angle his head as he pleased.
Ilya couldn’t do anything but nod, breathing in Shane’s scent. His face was drenched with Shane’s slick and he was painfully hard, thrusting his hips in the air not being able to control it. Shane felt it all, and the hand that was resting previously on the headboard went to Ilya’s cock and started stroking him at the same pace as he was riding Ilya.
Ilya's grip tightened on Shane's hips as he thrusted inside Shane's hand. Shane kept grinding against Ilya's face as worked on his clit relentlessly; his whimpers becoming louder, his tongue going faster, aiming to drive Shane over the edge. Shane's thighs started to tremble as he was getting close. His hand clutching to Ilya's hair, pulling it in a way that made Ilya grunt against his pussy and sending vibration against his clit.
Shane's pace became erratic as his orgasm overtook him by surprise. His hips crashing onto Ilya's mouth who welcomed Shane's release with fervor and coating his chin, dripping down his throat. Shane tensed as he came gushing on Ilya, a cry stuck in his throat, Ilya's cock long forgotten. His thighs twitched one last time before he let go of Ilya and collapsed next to him. Shane slowly came back to himself and looked at Ilya's face. He was wrecked, his eyes were glassy and full of arousal, his hair sticking out in every direction, and all thanks to Shane's handiwork.
Shane's eyes landed on Ilya's cock which was still fully erect in a way that must have been painful to him.
Pre cum was leaking from his slit and it was twitching on its own. "Let me—" Shane was about to bring his hand on his shaft but Ilya stopped him and rolled over Shane, placing himself between his legs, his head resting on Shane's entrance.
"I was thinking," Ilya said, moving his hips slowly, his cock gliding lazily against Shane's wet folds. "Are you up to a challenge, Hollander?"
"What kind?" Shane asked, caressing Ilya's biceps absentmindedly, enjoying the sensation of Ilya's erection against his sensitive pussy.
"Do you think you can come a third time?" He bent down to kiss him, the action making his cock nudge his hole. Shane whimpered against Ilya’s lips from the anticipation of being filled up again, he was already feeling a new wave of heat dripping out of him.
"Fuck me Ilya," Shane whispered, looking into his eyes as he dived in one sharp thrust into Shane's heat.
The action was made easier with Shane's previous orgasms; he's never been this wet before. Shane cried when Ilya hips went flush against him, the base of his cock brushing his oversensitive clit.
"Hollander, you are so wet. Your pussy is so hungry for my cock. Look at you, you're begging for me to make you cum again. I can feel you clench around me like the greedy slut you are."
Ilya knew the effect these words would have on Shane and he smiled when he saw him arch his back, his brows furrowed as he tried to move to take Ilya deeper.
Ilya pinned Shane down with a firm hand on his hips and began to move hard and fast, because he wouldn't last long. Shane fisted the sheets as he tried to hold on to something as Ilya kept pounding into him relentlessly. "Fuck, Ilya. Holy shit," Shane screamed, wrapping his legs around Ilya’s waist, aiming for his sweet spot. Ilya let him do as he pleased and kept thrusting deep into Shane.
He slid a hand between them, finger rubbing on his clit. Shane whimpered and Ilya felt his legs dig into his hipbones as he was trying to close them.
"Please Ilya fuck I can't—" Shane begged, his hips moving on their own accord. Ilya quickened his pace, hitting Shane's spot over and over again until Shane came apart for a third time. His orgasm was so strong he came in a silent cry and his whole body trembled as he clenched uncontrollably around Ilya, soaking his cock with his release. Ilya slammed against Shane a few times before he came to a halt and emptied himself, balls deep inside Shane’s pussy. He collapsed on top of Shane, his head resting in the crook of his neck and they stayed like this, panting. Shane cupped Ilya’s jaw and tilted his head before kissing him.
“Thank you,” Shane said, smiling lazily at Ilya. “I’m going to be sore for the rest of the night. Too bad I won’t be able to feel it tomorrow.”
“Maybe I should get someone to curse you so you can get a pussy for the rest of your life,” Ilya smirked, booping Shane’s nose.
“In your dreams Rozanov.” Shane shoved him playfully. Ilya kissed him one more time before pulling out carefully. Shane winced, already missing the sensation of being filled up and feeling Ilya’s cum mixed with his own heat starting to drip out of him. Ilya knew Shane hated this feeling so he got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth. He came back and cleaned Shane up gently, careful not to apply any pressure on his overly sensitive pussy.
Ilya discarded the cloth and laid back down, pulling Shane against him who let out a satisfied purr, happy to be held.
“Goodnight Shane,” Ilya said, kissing his forehead.
“Night Ilya,” Shane replied, pressing his head against Ilya’s neck, inhaling his sweet scent before falling asleep.