Like everything in his life, Shane is very pragmatic about sex.
First itβs planning their meet-ups months ahead. Shane has time to plan his outfit, do a pre-workout, and complete his prep routine. When heβs hosting, the temperature is perfectly set, lights low, fresh towels set out on the counters. When Ilyaβs hosting or a hotel, he builds in time to do everything he needs beforehand.
Once theyβre married, that changes. Living together means things can be a lot more spontaneous (which he loves) but he also likes to know The Planβ’οΈ.
And once theyβre married, Shane has no problem asking for what he wants so he can plan out his day and routine. Itβs not particularly sexy, but he guesses thatβs married life.
βDo you want to eat me out after the Canada match tonight?β
They had both been rooting for Canada at the world cup - Ilya even got them jerseys.
Ilya chokes and Shane frowns at him. βYou okay?β
βWell Iβm going to do a full shower after my physio session with Amelia - I should be done by the time the Canada game starts. Oh - and I meant to ask if you liked those new frozen meals Lyn brought over. Theyβre a new brand.β
βI - yes, please Shane if I ever donβt want to eat you out, I have been replaced by aliens.β
βOkay, cool. And the meals?β
βGross,β Ilya said. βBut normal gross.β
βCan we fuck on the couch tonight? With the fire going?β
Ilya grit his teeth and for a second Shane thought he would say no.
βMaybe around 8? I bought 2 hour logs and the fire needs to be completely out by bedtime.β
βLook at your messages! I want to try that position. Maybe after we get back from our afternoon skate?β
βIlya?β Shane asked through his cars bluetooth. Ilya was cooking and keeping him company on the phone as he drove back from an optometrist appointment. Much to his husbandβs (fake) disappointment, his slight nearsightedness still didnβt need glasses for anything besides reading comfortably.
βDid my package get delivered?β
βA package did. I put it on side table for you.β
βCan you go ahead and open it? I wasnβt sure what size to get so I got a few options. I want to try them this weekend - maybe Saturday? If they donβt fit, Iβll need to do another order tonight for 3 day shipping.β
He heard Ilya take a deep breath. He hated to give him another thing to do on top of making dinner, but he wanted to make sure they had the right sizes before they wanted to use them.
βHey Ilya?β Shane said quietly, so the other people at the stuffy fundraiser couldnβt hear.
βYes?β Ilya, his hand coming up to run through the back of Shaneβs hair.
βIβm exhausted. Can we do shower blowjobs when we get home tonight?β
Ilya hand stuttered in his hair. Shane hated to disappoint him but he was too tired for his prep routine, his post routine, and cleaning the sheets. Or even getting up for Ilya to do it. Shower blowjobs had excellent clean up time and he could fall right into bed afterwards.
βThat sounds perfect,β Ilya said, a little roughly.
Shane was going to kill him. Murder him. Like a sniper - out of the blue, at any given moment, Shane might call out to him all softly and then ask for hottest sex imaginable (all sex with Shane) AND THEN plan it for later, leaving Ilya incredibly worked up.
The worst part was Shane did not even know he did this to him - for Shane, it was just planning - run at 6, breakfast at 8:15, workout at 8:30, shower at 10, fuck husband at 10:45, off ice training at 12:15, etc. It drove Ilya insane.
But Ilya didnβt want to mess it up by acting on the extreme horniness he felt every time his husband causally planned out mind blowing sex. He knew routine was good for Shaneβs brain and it would mess the routine up if Shane asked to pencil in a blowjob at 3:15pm and Ilya dropped to his knees right then. So he had to wait and wait until the clocked ticked down for their scheduled appointment. He loved it.