musubi⁷🍙

Ilya watches Shane’s eyes blink, slow and heavy. Long lashes down against the lightest freckles just under his eyes. Ilya thinks Shane might have finally slipped into sleep, a slow exhale from Shane’s nose that fans out against Ilya’s thumb, where it is rubbing slow circles over Shane’s pouty lips, the rest of his fingers curled gently around Shane’s cheek, tucking into the silky hair behind his ear.

Ilya’s eyes fall over Shane, from the top of his head, to his strong brows, his closed eyes, strong nose, the shape of his full bottom lip that Ilya rubs rubs over, watches it pink and warm smudging under his touch. Ilya wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t want to pull him out of sleep if he’s sinking into it. Ilya takes a deep breath in, licks over his own lips instead. They taste like Shane anyway, Shane’s skin, the warmth of him, his salvia, his cum. Ilya’s eyes trace the line of Shane’s neck, down to his shoulder, bare where the covers had slipped down. Ilya catches the corner of the blanket, with the hand not cupping Shane’s back tugs it up over Shane’s shoulder and he rubs his warm flat palm over the fabric.

Shane lets out a low whimper, a noise caught in the back of his throat and then a low soft hum and his eyes are blinking back open, a tiny flutter of lashes and the dark brown of his eyes are on Ilya’s once more. Hi baby, there he is, Ilya thinks fondly, and his pointer finger drifts up, rubbing by the corner of his sleepy eye. Shane just stares at Ilya, big sweet brown eyes and dark lashes and Ilya loves him so much, so desperately.

Knowing Shane is awake, Ilya leans in and takes the kiss he’d wanted, Shane’s upper lip between his, his thumb still playing with Shane’s bottom lip in gentle brushes. Ilya feels Shane wiggle and flex his toes against the top of Ilya’s foot and Ilya smiles as he draws back.

Shane is content, soft and sweet in his arms, doing his happy toe wriggle, Ilya feels like he truely must the the only man in the world to experience this level of joy, since he is the only man to have Shane Hollander in his bed, in his arms, doe eyed and his. Gorgeous and pliant and sweet, after Ilya had fucked him to tears, shaky wet gasps in the sheets as he bared his hips back up into has driving thrusts. After he’d whined “love you love you” as he came. Muttered “Ilya, Ilya” with reaching grabbing hands to pull Ilya down onto him as he came down form his orgasm, voice broken and shaky and desperate.

It’s been a month since he’d seen Shane, and the ache of missing him felt like a distant memory, like years ago, like he’d never lost the shape of him in his hands. Like Shane won’t be gone in the early hours of the morning.

Shane tilts his chin up and Ilya is distracted from his thoughts, eyes back on Shane and watches the slight part of his mouth. His silent ask for a kiss. Ilya rushes to comply, kisses him soft and sweet, slipping his thumb away to lick into Shane’s mouth, rubbing it over his cheek in slow circles instead.

The sound Shane makes as Ilya parts the kiss makes heat rush through Ilya, makes his stomach twist. He’s so desperately in love with him. He wants to live his life just to hear that sound again and again and again. He wants to lick Shane’s molars and brush his thumb over his eyelids and nuzzle his face info the curve of his hip and bite his chin.

“Love you” the words are sweet soft from Shane’s mouth, spoken against Ilya’s mouth and Ilya has the entire world between his fingers. He is water, afternoon sunlight. He is here here here and safe.

“I love you” Ilya whispers back, runs the back of his knuckles from the top of Shane’s cheek to his jaw, skimming his fingertips down over his neck.

“You wanna sleep?” Ilya asks, fingers find Shane’s ear, thumb plays with his earlobe.

Shane nods, nods, bumps his lips against Ilya’s in a nuzzle and Ilya’s hand goes back to cupping Shane’s face, his thumb goes back to soothing Shane’s lips. Watches as Shane sighs happily.

“Sleep” Ilya urges, squeezes the arm wrapped around Shane’s waist, watches Shane’s eyes slip shut.

“Okay” Shane sighs and he’s tilting his chin up in the tiniest motion against the rub of Ilya’s thumb.

Ilya’s heart is horribly and sticky and thudding in his chest, adoration knows at his ribs and drips down the back of throat. His sweetheart, his soft thing, his heart really, his whole heart so gentle here where he exists with Ilya, his “Zaychik” Ilya barely says the word, feels it catch like how your throat clicks before you cry.

“Mm?” Shane hums and Ilya presses his face into the side of Shane’s head, exhales slowly.

“My Zaychik” Ilya whispers into his hair.

“Ty takaya milaya tol'ko dlya menya, pravda? Takaya krasivaya. Moyo serdtse. Ya khochu ukusit' tebya za shchochki, ya khochu snova zanyat'sya s toboy seksom, ya khochu dat' tebe usnut'. Mozhesh' spat', zaychik, vot tak, s moim bol'shim pal'tsem, so vsem moim telom.”

You’re so sweet just for me, aren’t you? So beautiful. My heart. I want to bite your cheeks, I want to have sex with you again, I want to let you sleep. You can sleep, bunny, like this, with my thumb, with my whole body

Ilya feels Shane’s tiny smile under his thumb, the happy sigh at Ilya speaking Russian. Even if he doesn’t know the words. Ilya know Shane loves when he speaks Russian freely around him.

Shane’s sleepy hand finds Ilya’s chest and pats, pats over his heart and Ilya knows, feels Shane slip into heavy sleep in his arms.

Shane asks in the morning, when they are saying another stupid goodbye against the door. Whispers the question, like it’s something private, asks “what is um zay- zaycherk? Zayek?” He tries to sound out the word, all jumbled and Ilya hooks his fingers in the front of Shane’s pants, pulls his hips in to his. Ilya needs to fuck his again. They barely have time for a few more kisses.

“Ah” Ilya nods. He should have known, his clever little boy, picks out words that he finds the sound of, words that Ilya coo to him, that he uses like names.

Ilya kisses Shane, long and slow, licks into his mouth like he can keep the taste of him with him for the next weeks apart. “Bunny” Ilya exhales as he pulls back, takes Shane’s face in his hand and squeezes once softly.

“Huh?” Shane asks, face all kissed and lovely and Ilya laughs.

“Means bunny, like you, cute little bunny” Ilya smirks and revels in the blush that pinks Shane’s cheeks, he wants to push up Shane’s hoodie so he can see it splotch on his chest too.

“You like hm?” Ilya says after a moment and Shane shrugs, tells him to shut up and oh he does like it Ilya realises, he really likes it. He calls Shane bunny, in English this time a week later during FaceTime sex and Shane cums so hard he goes out of frame, trembling.

if I can be a little insane on anon, my personal headcanon i am willing to die for is that Shane’s flexibility from yoga allows him to have the meanest nastiest hottest arch in his back when they do doggy

I also feel like Shane #loves doggy and getting it from behind bc he liked to feel Ilya’s hands running over his shoulders, his spine, his cheeks…

and Ilya loved it too ofc bc Shane’s arch actually drives him insane in the membrane. his ass sits up just right. his back is so strong. god he loves him. and they both love it for the push and pull, the leverage Ilya can have over Shane’s body, the trust to be intimate without making eye contact. ok so anyway really to me what’s hot and sexy about this reality is that Shane knows his arch (and flexibility period) is sexy and that it drives Ilya wild, and he also knows that he loves when Ilya hits it from the back. And sometimes he just needs it so bad all he can do is flop onto his stomach, pillow under his tummy as he gets in position, ilya’s hoodie covering his hair. and. take a picture and send it to him. And wait for the inevitable “backshots?” Text (which he tries to be annoyed about bc he hates that word and Ilya lovesss saying it)

All Shane has to reply is a simple “Come here” and Ilya will come running

is this crazy??? Is it too much to ask for Shane’s flexibility to be freakified?

BUG I just fucking wrote a huge reply to this and it cleared and I want to SOB. Fuck.

But okay, let me try AGAIN. This is the ask of my DREAMS. We don’t talk enough about how fucking juicy hot the curve of Shane’s ass is, the low of his back. It’s so perfect, so biteable.

Like Shane’s got the thick strong wide boy shoulders, thick arms that taper down into the sweet shape of his waist, down to his pert ass, thick wide muscular thighs. And don’t forget the perfect fucking dimples to top it off. Yum.

And doggy, ugh fuck, shane LOVes being fucked doggy style. Most of the time he ends up flat to the bed, ass up. He starts on his hands and knees and then he’s melting down into being on his elbows and knees and then the dick is so fucking good he’s melting and pushing his hands out in front of him, sliding down to his chest is pressed flat to the mattress, fingers tangling up in the sheets above him, head turned and cheek pressed into the bed. His cheek is mushed into the mattress, lips parted brow furrowed and he’s fucking blissed.

His hips are widened just so to take the cradle of his body back into it. It’s like a slutty child’s pose, tucked up on his knees under him. It makes the curve of his lower back, the dip just above his ass so fucking unreal. Ilya can’t help but have his hands all over him, big hands gripping his ass cheeks, pushing and pressing, making the soft fat and muscle of his ass move his he wants it. It’s already jiggling with the force and depth of Ilya’s thrusts.

Or ilya will slide his hands up, the part of Shane’s back that begins to press down and he will push his weight through his palms into the spot, pin Shane down harder into the bed, exaggerate the fold of his hips so his ass is pushing against Ilya’s hips as he drives down into him.

Sometimes he’ll pull Shane’s hands behind his back, towards Ilya, holding both wrists in one hand and pulling so his shoulder blades are pressed together and he’s bowed up just so off the bed, a tiny bit suspended but his chest dips and his nipples drag against the sheets in a perfect light friction that drives him fucking crazy. He holds him up as Ilya fucks into him, uses the grip on his arms as leverage to pull him back onto his cock over and over and over.

Oh and I forgot I forgot abt the back dimples ! I think Ilya looooooooves them. He mumbled about pretty they are, so lovely, perfect shape, “made just for my thumbs right Shane? For me to fucking hold” and when Ilya can sacrifice not coming inside Shane (a great hardship) he will pull out and cum all over them, loves how his cum pools in the dimples. If he can’t give up cuming inside Shane, because rarely he can, he’ll slip out his cock out of Shane and rub the thick head of his cock over the little dimples, let any left over cum cover them.

Ok and fuck yesssss to Shane taking hot fucking pictures of his ass and lower back curve. He knows it drives Ilya mental, and it’s so fun to tease him like that. It makes Shane feel fucking sexy. Obsessed with Shane doing this when Ilya is out for drinks or seeing friends and Shane is home alone and he’s fucking horny, and he wants Ilya home in bed with him, and so he does just like you say. He’s in Ilya’s hoodie, pushed up to make sure Ilya can see his ass and the curve of his back. Sometimes he uses the mirror in their room, places himself in the position on the floor so he can get a really good photo of it. When Shane sends the picture of him sprawled on their bed, ass up, in Ilya hoodie, Ilya is replying in seconds.

“Backshots” because yes Ilya fucking loooooves using that phrase and he loves how secret horny it makes Shane. Ilya’s reply to his “come here” with “stay exactly like that, don’t fucking move” and Shane just smirks, maybe moves a little just to get himself wet and open so when Ilya gets to him he can just get his cock out and get it into him finally.

Also yes we should talk about Shane’s flexibility more !!! Like the idea of Ilya taking Shane’s legs from under his knees and pinning them up to his chest, crushing his legs between their chests.

Ilya pinning his like legs wide wide wide. Like knees bent and dropped open either side of him, Ilya pressing down on his knees as he fucks into him.

The Montreal girl in question:

shane: squeeze me

ilya: what

shane: just. squeeze me. really tight.

ilya: *squeezes*

shane: tighter than that, come on

ilya: *squeezing a little harder* better?

shane: no. like. seriously, use all your strength.

ilya: i could hurt you, no?

shane: you won't, i promise. please just. tighter.

ilya: *squeezes shane as tight as he possibly can, grimacing a bit as he does it*