My piece for the @ourfavoritescene_zine 🏳️‍🌈🏒🥅

The graphics behind them is based on the NHL 94 video game. Here, Shane and Ilya are having a very competitive game, playing as each other! ⭐️

I picture it having been a long week, not a bad one just kind of a lot, maybe they just got to the cottage and both had to finish up some promotional stuff seperately. So off-season, summer. Shane used to do this while masturbating and he craves it sometimes, but it's still early on in their official relationship so they're still exploring sexually. Ilya gets back to their room after watching the sun rise, and instead of Shane being fast asleep like he was before, he is sitting on the bed naked and horny.

Pussy glistening, legs open, eyes locked on Ilya. "Hey", he says, "I have an idea."

And Ilya loves Shane's sex ideas. "Yes?"

"I want you to spank me." Shane says, and his hand drops to his pussy, making it clear what he means. He blinks, eyes rolling back a bit, having thought about this for thirty minutrs too long already. "You want to spank my pussy, Ilya?"

"Oh." Ilya says, mouth dry, mind blank, not having expected that. "Oooh, Shane."

"Come on." Shane says, and he can't help huffing a little laugh as Ilya approaches. "Come here, fuck."

Ilya crawls up on the bed, and Shane tilts his hips, relaxing against the pillows. He's drunk on having this. "Yeah, that's it. Might take a minute to-ooooh."

Ilya's first swat is good, right where he wants it, right where he needs it. Shane's pussy pulses from the quick contact, drooling onto the sheets, his erection already twitching and needy. "You like?" Ilya asks, a bit hesitant, unfamiliar.

"Fuck. Yeah, do that again." Shane moans.

It's more difficult to get the angle right with his own hand. This is incredible. Pretty soon he's melting into the pillows, relishing the slight sting and the building ache, clenching around nothing. It builds, and builds, and-

Ilya bends and kisses him, slow and sweet. Shane cums on the next spank, and he grabs Ilya's wrist even while gasping, so that he can gather it up.

When they part, Ilya is grinning. "Filthy", he says, and licks his palm clean, delighted. "He has, ah, hidden depths, da?"