Laying in bed in the evening, Ilya holds Shane’s hand sideways and kisses the outer edge of it beside his pinkie. He kisses up the inside and outside of his elbow. The back of his arm. Shane looks at his husband’s focused face and smiles. “What are you doing you look so serious?” he asks. Ilya replies “I want to be sure I have kissed you everywhere. That every single inch of your body has had my lips on it.” Shane chuckles a little at the sweetness of this sentiment but Ilya is dead serious. He knows he’s had his mouth on all the fun parts- his face and neck, his fingers, his chest and abs, the creases under his ass, all over his muscular thighs. He’s stuck his tongue inside Shane as far as it can reach. But what about the rest of him? Could he have missed spots on the soles of his feet? His armpits? The very top of his forehead just where his hairline started? What about the backs of each knee? The only way to be sure is to start over and focus on covering it all. Every single inch of Shane’s skin, taut over the muscles in his legs, arms and chest, soft over his lips, his nipples, his balls. Calloused on his hands where he grips his stick and his feet where his skates fit. Over the silky hair on his head and each one of the freckles on his cheeks and the back of his neck. Shane appreciates the attention to detail and diligence of this task (and of course being worshipped). He sits up and little an informs Ilya that our skins outer layer of cells replace themselves about every month or so, so this process will have to be repeated regularly.
