Urbybaby

SO the first night of the off-season, Shane and Ilya are no longer in a superstitious sex ban & Ilya decides to take his time with Shane, now that they can finally relax and spend time together. And Shane is in agony. It's been hours of constant teasing. He's lost all sense of time, and the only thing holding him up is Ilya's hands on his hips. The only thing he can think about is Ilya between his legs and the spit running down his balls. He's long since stopped caring about his own spit that's puddling beneath his cheek. His body is aflame, he’s come untouched twice at this point and Shane feels so empty it's like an ache. Ilya only makes it worse, cause every time he stops for air he prods a finger or two into Shane's hole. Lightly tracing around the rim and altogether showing no signs of stopping this madness anytime soon. Shane is a mess of long, drawn-out moans and almost pained whimpers.

Ilya isn’t doing much better. He’s almost acting as a man possessed, a robot who’s only directive is to eat Shane out until he’s crying. Ilya is moaning into Shane’s slick, puffy hole as he grinds his dick against the sheets. His sweatpants are a mess as precum leaks from him, allowing the sensitive head to catch against the soft, wet fabric as he humps the bed like a dog. And anytime his tongue isn’t in Shane’s ass, its singing his praises. Just “so pretty for me” as his thumb tugs at Shane’s hole or “tastes so good, Moy Lyubov’” or “so desperate for my cock, all puffy and red for me” and each word tugs Shane deeper, til his head is full of static and empty of anything that isn’t Ilya. So when Ilya’s need starts catching up with him and he starts humping and grinding his leaking swollen cock against the mattress. Two fingers plunging inside Shane and massages Shane’s prostate, his tongue laving against the rim. They end up basically prone as Ilya uses his other hand to jerk Shane off, thumb and pointer finger focusing solely on the messy head of Shane’s dick. Shane’s moaning and babbling “so good Ilya, so good”, “please, lemme cum Ilya please”.

The fever of pleasure is catching up to the both of them, and Shane, not thinking of anything but Ilya’s tongue plunging in past his fingers, says “oh god Ilya, so good, so good at eating Mommy out”, and the second that word comes out of Shane’s mouth, Ilya comes so hard he blacks out. Shane follows close behind at the sound of utter desperation that falls from his boyfriend’s lips.

Once they’re all conscious and cleaned up, Shane fesses up about where the “mommy” came from and just how long he’s been in groupchats with all of Ilya’s friends without Ilya. Ilya is outraged because he knew Pike and JJ couldn’t be that funny, when in fact Shane has been pinning all his laughter and inside jokes on them instead of simply telling Ilya

Marley is aware of the flirting. He realizes it when he's talking about training and casually mentions how much he benches and Shane comments "Jesus, no wonder it feels like getting checked by a brick wall whenever you land a hit" while looking way too pleased about it.

And listen. Marley's never considered himself anything but straight (all the women he's taken to Paris with Roz notwithstanding) but he's also just incurious about his own desires in general. He likes what he likes, he'll go for it if it feels right, and right now he's realizing he might like Hollander. The dude is objectively hot, even more so now that Marley knows he's got an actual personality behind the hockey robot persona, and the way he flirts, a little bit clumsy and almost coy, has Marley feeling rapidly hot behind the collar.

So he decides, fuck it. Invites Hollander back to his room to hang out after the shoot.

Which is when Shane finally realizes what he's been doing. He startles and almost says no instinctively, until it hits him that Marley's definitely interested back. He again considers saying no because it might make things awkward with Rozanov if he hooked up with his teammate. This thought gets Shane so pissed off at himself, when Rozanov's probably currently fucking his way through every nightclub in Moscow, that he says yes instead.

They go to Marley's room together (Shane's at the same hotel, different floor) and the trip up is a little bit awkward, so Shane steels himself and backs Marley against the door as soon as they're inside the room.

"This okay?" Shane asks, and Marley's not sure what this is but he definitely wants Shane to keep touching him so he just nods.

Shane drops to his knees. He's got Marley's pants unzipped and his dick out before Marley can get past his reaction of holy shit this is really happening.

Marley's only half-hard but Shane coaxes him to full hardness in no time because goddamn can this guy suck dick. He's hungry for it. Marley grabs Shane's head, fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.

Shane pulls back, looks up at Marley. "You can be rough," he says, in a way that sounds like please be rough. "I can take it."

Marley gives him what he wants. He pumps his hips, choking Shane on his cock, pulls at his hair to keep him still. He's a little worried he might be actually hurting Shane but Shane's hands are gripping his hips tightly, urging him on.

Just as he's approaching the edge, Marley pulls him off. He would love to blow his load down Hollander's throat, but there's one thing he wants more.

"Can I fuck you?"

Shane blinks up at him. "Yes," he says, voice hoarse, then, "Please."

They get on the bed, pulling their clothes off as they go. Marley sits down, pulling Shane on top of him as he goes, and they finally kiss, messy and wet.

Shane preps himself, because Marley doesn't really know how to do it, straddling Marley's hips as he pushes his fingers inside himself. Marley watches hypnotized, feeling like he needs to pinch himself because how the hell did he end up with Shane Hollander writhing in his lap, fucking himself with his own fingers?

Then Shane's urging Marley to put the condom on, voice almost a whine because it's been way too fucking long since he got fucked. In the moment he lowers himself on Marley's dick (which is so fucking huge, holy shit), it suddenly occurs to him that he's never done this position with Rozanov.

Shane closes his eyes and for a moment he lets himself miss Ilya and imagine that it's him underneath him, thrusting up into him. Then the guilt and the shame hit and he opens his eyes again, focusing fully on Marley because he's the one who's actually there.

(Shane's never really learned to untangle sex with men from his thing with Ilya. Every other guy (all three of them) becomes someone to compare to Rozanov. Shane hates this about himself.)

Marley is absolutely none the wiser about Shane's little personal crisis because he's too busy trying not to blow his load. He still doesn't last very long but he fucks Shane nice and hard, meeting him thrust for thrust. When he finishes before Shane, he wraps his huge hand around his cock, pumping it until Shane's coming ropes across his chest.

Shane doesn't hang around after, going back to his own room to shower. The whole thing gets immediately relegated in his head as a fun experiment not to be repeated.

But it's not like you wanted a different outcome, oh no. You love it when this happens. Always getting the last word, regardless of how the optics might seem like you've lost. You loved "playing games," as your boyfriend would put it. He knows all about it; he lets you on occasion, but there are times when you truly did win. This was one of those times.

Ilya Rozanov, your boyfriend. The Russian, the hot head, the hockey player. You knew he liked the Montreal Metro's captain, maybe even more than he let on, but he also loved you. It didn't necessarily need to be an "open relationship" because you were also into Shane, and Ilya would never leave you hanging out in the cold. He told you all about what made Shane tick, all the juicy details, searing the hot images into your head while making you unravel as well. You wanted a piece of the cake that was Shane Hollander, and you were going to have it.

You had Ilya text "Jane" after practice to come to his apartment. You were eager to start, pouring a glass of vodka for Ilya and yourself. You both had been sitting on the couch watching hockey reruns when there was a knock on the door. You looked over to Ilya with a wide grin and kissed his soft lips. He held on to your waist, circling around with his arm, nearly pulling you into his lap. You lightly pushed on his chest to break the kiss in order to answer the door.

"We can't just leave him out there; he needs to be here for the fun," you slightly whined. Ilya nodded and pointed with his chin towards the door, signaling to open it. You quickly padded over to the front, stopping in the mirror to fix your hair and shirt, which Ilya lightly chuckled at. facing the door now, you opened it, casually, like you didn't just plan everything out.

"Hi, glad you made it, Шейн здесь," (Shane's here), the second half directed to Ilya, who taught you enough Russian to get by and for him to talk in his native tongue more comfortably. Simply acting as if it were casual, the Canadian was at your doorstep. "Come in," you opened the door wider and stood to the side as Shane walked in, big puppy-dog eyes on full display.

...

Shane had known about you, of course; Ilya wasn't secretive about you, nor was the news. You were always seen next to Ilya's side whenever you went out. your name in headlines and on his lips during interviews. When Shane was hesitant to start with Ilya on their trists, "What about your girlfriend?"

IIya would respond with, "She knows, she thinks it's hot." When Shane was still unconvinced, not interested in ruining anything, whether you were a beard or not. "Fine, I call her..." grumbled Ilya to prove a point. Shane stood up straight after hearing your voice come through after the dial tones.

"Hello?"

"привет зайчик," (hello bunny), he made sure to put the phone on speaker.

"Лучик? (sunray) I thought you were out with Hollander? " Did you guys finish that quickly?" A tongue-in-cheek response echoed from the phone's speaker, making Shane look down and shift his weight from one foot to the other out of nervousness.

Ilya took quick note of this, always observing. "нет (no) we were just starting, he wanted to hear if you're ok with this," he claimed in an obvious tone since he already knew the answer.

"да (yes) you know me, I want to hear all about it after, ok?" Ilya smirked at the response. Shane's head shot up in surprise, thinking about how the lovers would talk about him after Ilya had left. The pair had signed off with a small "see you later" and hung up the phone.

Ilya turned to Shane, "Enough proof?" Shane was still in shock but couldn't argue against it and nodded. Ilya then flew back in, capturing Shane's lips as if Shane were his prey.

...

Now, hearing you speak in Russian, echoed the time he heard you on the phone that night. He crossed the threshold into the apartment, still timidly, as the door shut behind him. "So, um... Rozanov said you want to um..."

"To play? Yes," you turned your head over your shoulder to look at Shane and give a small smile.

"Well, I said to fuck, but however you want to say it," Ilya had stood up at this point and come up behind you to grip onto your hips. As he plants a kiss on your head, he looks Shane in the eyes before trailing lower and kissing your neck. Shane resorted to rubbing the back of his neck, not really sure of what to do. "Hollander, you don't have to be shy."

"Yeah, you can join in, I don't bite," you chimed in, beckoning him in like a pair of sirens.

"Unless you want her to," followed Ilya, continuously kissing your neck. He knows you're putting forward an innocent act in order not to scare off Shane.

"Before we start, are you ok with this?" You stepped forward, looking up into Shane's puppy dog eyes. Shane nodded, almost a little too eagerly. "I want to hear it out loud, 'Hollander,'" you mocked in Ilya's heavy russian accent, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

"Yes, I want this," as Shane chuckled, but instinctively succumbed. You reached up to his shoulders, gingerly placing your hands on his cheeks and ushering him down to your level. sealing the deal with a kiss. His lips feel plush and welcoming, his hands brushing against his skin, going towards his hair. Shane, again unsure of where to place his hands, gets a little help from Ilya. To guide, Ilya grabs his forearms and slips them around your waist and places his palms on your ass, giving it a small squeeze. Not wanting to be left out, Ilya kisses up Shane's neck.

Shane, feeling his blood rush throughout his body, reluctantly breaks away, placing his forehead on yours to catch his breath. You smirked and planted a quick kiss on Shane's neck, opposite to Ilya. "Shall we take this to the room, boys?" You reach behind yourself and grab Shane's hands, lacing your fingers with his. You lightly pull him towards the bedroom. As soon as you reach the foot of the bed, you turn around to face them.

"Alright, Hollander, let's see what we're working with. Strip."

Shane looked between the pair and started buckling his belt and pants, slowly pulling his shirt overhead. It was nothing Ilya hadn't seen before, and he knew you'd likely heard in great detail all the times they've hooked up. Yet, it still felt new to him. He folded his shirt, followed by his pants and boxers, and placed them on the nightstand.

"Ilya, you were right, that is cute," in reference to Shane folding everything. "Your description doesn't do him justice enough, though... get on the bed for me," you directed at Shane again, with a sultry tone. He sat with his back against the headboard, looking at both Ilya's and your fully dressed figures.

Admiring him at the foot of the bed, Ilya came up behind you, starting to grab at your hips. His muscular frame practically towers over you. His palms are running along the sides of your body and across your stomach and chest. Knowing that Shane felt it was unfair, he was the only one undressed; Ilya started pawing at your clothes. As if your slightly baggy comfy set was an offence to him and Shane. Ilya brought his head down to your neck to continue his earlier work and sucked and licked up and down your neck. Your eyes nearly rolled back as the sensation, your hand coming up and caressing his blonde locks.

As Ilya kissed, his hands wandered; he walked his fingers down to your bottoms and slowly started pulling them down. He met Shane's eyes, and at this moment, Shane realized that this was meant to be a show for him. Now, with the lower half of your body slightly uncovered, both men got to see the black lace panties you were wearing underneath.

Ilya, the teaser he is, decided to pull up on the front of your panties, trapping your clit in between the fabric. Reaching down with his other hand and pulling the fabric back and forth, earning a few hums from you. Shane looked on with half-lidded eyes already and was nearly panting as he said Ilya's hand started to inch closer and closer to your clit.

"Shane, honey, could you give me something to look at as well?" you sweetly asked, sugar practically dripping from your tongue.

"Like- um, like what?" Shane's cheeks dusted with pink, forgetting that he was just staring at the scene before him.

"Touch yourself, Hollander," Ilya's gruff voice added to the conversation.

Shane nearly gulped, thinking about how this was nearly recreating Vegas, hopefully with a happier ending. Just looking at Ilya's skilled hands got him riled up. He started by circling the precum that leaked from his tip, around the head. Leaning back a little more into the pillows that lined the bed. Now he grasped the base and rubbed up and down along his shaft. Adding some of his spit to help his hand move better.

You bit your lip at the sight, gazing through matching half-lidded eyes. Ilya started to suck and bite right below and at your earlobe. He returned to his ministrations, now circling your covered clit. Adding different pressures, "Ilyaaaa," you whined, wanting him to touch you properly.

"You want to show Hollander how pretty you look?" he breathily said as he pressed his face against yours and locked eyes with Shane.

It was like two sirens were looking at him, pulling him in, wanting him to crash in the waves of pleasure with them. You nodded, pulling firmer on Ilya's hair, which made him sharply suck air into his mouth. With his free hand, Ilya ran it underneath your shirt, playing and squeezing your tits. Finally, grab the hem and pull it over your head to reveal your breasts, nipples pebbling up from Ilya's touch and the draft that now surrounds your body, giving you slight goosebumps. Ilya turned his head to face you and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You sighed into the kiss as Ilya's fingers finally reached into your panties, having to peel them away from your damp skin.

Shane copied the motion of Ilya's fingers; with every stroke of them, Shane would follow. His posture relaxed and sank in deeper to the bed, still watching the display in front of him. Ilya sped up his movements and you grabs on to his forearm to keep stable. Some of your breathy moans coming through the kiss. Once Ilya coaxed his middle finger through and sank it into your entrance. Breaking the kiss first, you gasps at the feeling and leaned your head back on your boyfriend's shoulders as he started adding another and pumping them in and out.

Without warning Ilya suddenly pulled his fingers away and forcefully turning you around by grabbing at your hips and pulling you to bend over his forearm that held you up. Showing off your ass to Shane, he lightly rubbed over your skin before landing a smack on the plush of your ass. Which earned a slight jump from both Shane and you. Breathy moans poured out of Shane as he used his other hand to cup his balls.

"You should be helping our guest, but you only think about yourself, hm? Get over there and help him," Ilya shoved you by the shoulders to get on the bed. Once you recovered from the initial shock, you set your sights on a nervous Shane.

"I'm sorry Shane, seems I haven't been a good host. Let me take care of you," your sultry tone coming back, as you crawled on the bed towards him on all fours. Ilya staring at how your hips swayed, inviting him to join the both of you on the bed, sitting and observing.

"Would that be ok, Shane?" you caressed his cheek and he leaned in to your warm touch. He sighed as your hands inched up further on his muscular thighs.

He kissed your palm as he nodded, "yes, please."

You looked to Ilya and smiled, you placed your hand over Shane's larger one. You replaced his jerking motion, and kissed his stomach, leaving glossy marks on his skin. As you drew further down, Shane's breathing hitched. You looked up as you focused on his tip, giving a gentle kisses from top to bottom. Running your tongue over his sack, to his base, to his tip. Sucking at the slit, Shane let out a slight hiss. Your mouth enveloped his cock, your head bouncing up and down as a pace that made Shane stutter. He quickly realised that you mimicked the way Ilya would suck him off, his thoughts were too clouded but he wondered if that was because Ilya told you what he liked.

Ilya started doing his own strip show, taking off his shirt, his cross necklace bouncing on his chest, the gold reflecting like a fishing lure. The sound of the belt unbuckling, nearly Pavlovian; Shane's mouth watering as Ilya stood bare, looking like a Greek god.

Sliding your hand over to Ilya, you held his hand and pulled him over. Ilya brushed your hair behind you ear as he climbed up to Shane's face. "Feel good, Hollander?" Ilya kissed Shane along the side of his mouth.

Shane panted and nodded, Ilya let out a light chuckle, grabbing his chin and pulling him into a bruising kiss. Shane moaned while running his hands across Ilya's chest. Ilya broke the kiss too ealy for the brunette's liking and he lightly whined at the loss of contract. To make it up, Ilya pecked his lips once more, and then traveled down to where you were.

Bobbing your head up and down, Ilya lightly brushed his fingers through your hair to signal you to move to the side. Sharing a knowing glance, to each other, you took him out of your mouth and only paid attention to one side. Ilya flashed Shane a devilish look and joined you in paying attention to the otherside of Shane's cock. Both of your tongues moved in sync with languid strokes. At times licking across each others, and meeting at the tip where you and Ilya would lick Shane's precum off each others tongues.

If you two were going to eat Shane alive, he'd let you. Looking as the display of filth and pleasure was so incredible.

Dropping your head back down to the base, and using your hand to stroke up towards Ilya, who was focused on the weeping tip. Shane couldn't take it anymore, throwing an arm over his eyes, feeling the tipping point coming at any moment. You saw his muscles tense, and saw the opportunity, you released your lips from his cock and sat back on your heels. Feeling a surge of power, you pushed Ilya's head down and made him deep throat Shane, who let out a loud moan at the sensation. Ilya nearly gagging, held onto Shane's hips and calmed down in order to take him better.

"Oh Fuck!" Right then, Shane came, thick ropes coated Ilya's mouth.

Ilya pulled his head off and swallowed it all, catching his breath. "Oh god, I'm sorry, you didn't have to-" Shane directed his worry to Ilya.

"Oh sweetheart, it's alright, he likes feeling you in his throat and swallowing every drop of you, don't you?" You had a sly smirk plastered on your face as you approached Ilya, taking a finger and swiping it across the corner of his mouth where cum had leaked out. You sucked on said finger and then licked Ilya's lips, teasing him. "Tastes good, huh?"

As you scanned Ilya's face, his eyes had a twinge of irritability within them. God, you were in for it now. He wasn't actually mad; he just had to be forceful. You liked it when he was mean anyway.

He grabbed you by the hair and planted your face into the sheets. Pinning you to be on your stomach. Shane is his post-orgasmic state was now slightly worried for you, he had never seen Ilya so forceful, but it was quickly washed away with Ilya's words.

"Don't worry, Hollander, she's such a slut, she loves being tossed around like this. Don't you?" His words punctuated by him pulling at your hair, mocking your words back, as you nodded and moaned. He grabbed at your panties, which weren't covering anything at this point, and ripped them down your legs as you helped take them off by lifting your legs up.

He tossed the soaked panties to Shane, "see look how wet she's been this entire time, she gets off on this. Only now she is bratty. Don't worry, what she said is true. I like taking you in my mouth, but she doesn't get to break the rules."

Ilya grabs the meat of your ass and spreads your cheeks apart, letting them recoil back. Then, raising a hand and smacking them. Your moans and cries are being muffled by the duvet, your legs kicking up to try to prevent Ilya from landing another. It didn't matter to him, as he used another hand to pin your legs down and slap a few more times. Your head came up from the covers and yelped each time a smack landed. After he was done, he rubbed your reddened skin and landed a kiss on your spine to soothe you.

The more dominant edge you had been quelled, but not fully gone. It made Shane understand the rules between you two. You could only push Ilya around with permission; otherwise, there were consequences.

"She likes to put on a show and be stubborn. I can give you a show," Ilya smirked as he moved behind you, stroking himself twice. He scooped you up by the front of your hips, proping you up on your knees. You lifted yourself on your forearms as he guides himself into you, and with a quick thrust of his hips, his pelvis is flush against your ass. You gasp, and your hands bunch up the sheets below you.

"Oh god, Ilya mmm," your back arched as Ilya already started with shallow thrusts. He knew your body well enough to know when you were ready to take more. As he started a rhythm, all you could think was that all those days spent training and in the gym paid off; his stamina was always insanely high.

Moans just spilled from your mouth, low and breathy as you couldn't hold them in. His hips slapping against your sore skin added a sting; it kept you grounded as you looked up at Shane, eyes already glazed over.

"You want better view? Here," Ilya huffed with little effort to lift up your upper half, holding on to your arms, which allowed you to tilt forward, but keep your hips angled to meet his thrusts.

He sped up and made his thrusts rougher, causing your skin to ripple out with each impact. Breasts bouncing up and down, which Shane watched intently. You bit your lip at the feeling of being so exposed to him, hair falling over your face, hiding your blushed cheeks. As you brought your head up, he saw the smile on your lips. Not a tired smile, or one that was fake, a mischievous smile with the same evil glint in your eye, telling Shane you got exactly what you wanted. A small giggle, leaving your open mouth, along with pornographic moans. He realized how well you fit together, how similar you guys were with the same intensity and same provocative nature.

Shane's thoughts were replaced with how soft your skin looked, how swollen your lips were from the bruising kisses from Ilya, and how you used them to suck him off. He decided to join in; now it's his turn to crawl over to you. He tucked a bit of hair behind your ear and cupped your face, as you did to him.

You were in such a pliable state, eyes nearly rolling back with every thrust. Shane helped you stand up a little straighter and tilted his head to the side to kiss you. He took over, swallowing all your moans and easily slipping in his tongue. Tasting the remnants of himself and tasting the vodka that you sipped earlier. Your arms tried reaching out to touch him, but they were still being held back, Ilya, so you settled for holding on to the sides of Ilya's thighs, nails digging into his skin.

"You know, I call her зайчик, it means bunny, the fluffy and cute animal. Yes, she is very cute, but it's because she fucks like a little bunny. Always ready for more," Ilya hissed out, leaning over close by both of your ears, once Shane pulled back, so he knew he heard him properly. He could've sworn he saw your eyes actually shimmer at the statement.

"Ahh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you rambled on in quick succession.

Now Ilya held on to your hips and waist, letting your arms go, allowing you to wrap them around Shane's shoulders. Ilya closed the gap between the three of you, bringing you back against his chest and bringing in Shane more to sandwich you in the middle. You spit in your hand and bring it down the middle of your bodies and start stroking Shane, who was hard again. Both of your mouths are releasing unabashed moans.

Ilya buried his face in your hair, grunting loud enough for you two to hear it. He reached over your thighs and found where they met, trailing lower to find your clit once again. He did little, fast circles as he knew you were close. Your thighs started shaking, you started losing the rhythm you set for jerking off Shane, and your hand holding on to Shane's shoulder to keep you upright was faltering.

"Shit, hah, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuckkk!" You whined out, trying to maintain the same pace for Shane.

"I've got you, just let go," said Shane before planting a chaste kiss on your lips, holding you up, encouraging you to reach your climax. Your hand stopped in favor of gripping onto his hip to hold on better.

Your eyes rolled back, arching your back against Ilya and pressing your tits against Shane, so he decided to pepper your throat and chest in kisses. You came, panting and building up to a drawn-out cry. Seeing white and feeling drunk on the ecstasy. Small tears are forming at the corners of your eyes, wetting your eyelashes.

A shudder went through your body, and then you slumped over Shane, signaling your high had ended. Giggling against his skin, while he brushed the strands of hair that were stuck to your forehead. Still smiling, but now sensitive to Ilya's harsh thrusts. Speaking of him, he wasn't far behind.

Ilya's lips were drawn into a straight line, and grunts echoed across the room. His grip is surely leaving bruises on your hips. His rhythm stuttered until he came, pushing your hips back to take him fully. You whimpered at the feeling of his hot cum spilling inside you, and now dripping out as Ilya pulled out of you. He gently laid you on the bed and rubbed over the marks his hands left, as a quiet apology if he was too rough.

However, Ilya is always a tease. He took his middle and ring fingers and dragged them through your folds, earning an overstimulated hiss from you. He pushed some of his release back into you and coated his fingers in them. He turns to Shane.

"Your turn," he brings up his finger to Shane's mouth, and immediately Shane parts his lips and licks at Ilya's fingers. Ilya pushed them further in and let Shane suck them clean, as he hums in approval.

"Good boy, now lie back," he instructs.

Shane shrank back down as the power shifted back to Ilya. Lying back against the pillows and next to you, who is catching their breath but still conscious.

Ilya's towering presence made Shane want to cover up, but Rozanov couldn't have that. Ilya kept his hands on Shane's inner thighs, keeping them spread. "Did you enjoy the show, Hollander?"

"Y-yes, it was um, very nice," Shane gulped and stuttered as Ilya's fingers danced along his v-line and inched closer to his inner thighs.

"Glad you liked it," you turned your head towards Shane, not wanting to be counted out of the fun. You flipped your hair out of your face, but still relaxing on your stomach, regaining energy.

"Yeah, I mean, of course I would. You two are so beautiful," Shane's eyes sparkle as they shift between both Ilya and you.

Ilya gives a small, breathy laugh and smile, "so sweet." He cupped Shane's cheek as he leaned in to kiss him. His soft touch turned to squeezing his face as they both grew hungrier. Sighs from both men were swallowed by each other's mouths. Ilya decided to trail down to deliver sloppy kisses all over Shane's neck, making sure to not leave marks per the request to still keep this hidden from the media.

"Makes us want to eat you."

Shit, was Rozanov reading his mind earlier? However, his thoughts were pushed aside as Ilya pushed Shane's knees up to his chest. Beckoning you over to him, you understood what he wanted. You dribbled spit right on Ilya's cock and gave him a quick kiss, before lying back down next to Shane.

As Ilya stroked himself, he looked at Shane, waiting for his permission. With a small nod, Ilya slowly pushed in. Shane's head dropped back down on the pillow, and his back arched off the mattress. Gasping from the feeling of fullness, his eyebrows knitted together, and his mouth agape. He tried to make sure he wouldn't cum immediately. Once Ilya bottomed out, he began to set a rhythm. Shane moaned a sigh each time Ilya's cock went back in.

You and Ilya both watched the way his cock would disappear inside and how Shane's own cock twitched and leaked. You smiled as Shane's eyes were closed tightly and his hands were gripping the bedsheets. You were the one getting the show now.

"Does it feel good, Hollander? You like being with us like this?" Ilya called out, causing Shane to open his eyes again and look at Ilya and rapidly nod.

"Yes, god, yes!" He moaned out, "Oh fuck Rozanov, harder please!" Ilya obliged, this cock punching into him. Changing the angle as Ilya gathered his legs and held them to his own chest. The slapping of their skin echoed in the room along with Ilya's grunts. All the sounds meld together as one, like a symphony. Ilya's strong hand held on to Shane's hips, pulling down to meet his own thrusts.

Knowing he was close, you both admired his cute face and the way his body glistened with sweat.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He moaned in time with the thrusts.

You sat up and rubbed over Shane's stretch marks on his bicep and chest, "You're beautiful too, you've been so good for us, you can let go," repeating his own statement back to him, as you laid a chaste kiss on his cheek and then all over his chest. Lightly teasing at his sensitive nipples.

God, Shane didn't really want to cum this early, but his body is just betraying him. He grunted out a loud moan, eyes a bit wet. His cock twitched as cum spurted across his stomach, and a strand hit your cheek, to which you swiped it up with your pointer finger and lapped it up. You hummed and praised him, "That's it, good job."

Ilya wasn't far behind, opting to pull out and jerk himself off, his cum landing on top of Shane's. Hissing through his release.

Shane blushed as he breathed in deeply, trying to recover, "holy shit." His head turned toward you. "Thank you for saying that earlier."

"Of course, only stating the facts, you really are cute, might have to keep you around," you teased. You followed up by licking some of the combination of cum from Shane's stomach, "plus you do taste good."

Shane lightly laughs at the implication of the comment, "Was that why you invited me over, to eat me?"

Ilya joined in the laugh, "Well, kinda, we both sucked you off and swallowed your cum." He got up, grabbed two towels, wiped the cum off Shane's stomach, and cleaned you up very gently.

"If you were vampires, you'd tell me, right?" Shane's eyebrow raised.

"Well, I know I'm not, but the jury's still out on Ilya; he is from Russia," you followed up and pinched Ilya's nipple.

"What about you always biting my arm?" Ilya gripped your face and squished your cheeks together in his large hand.

"It's my right," your voice sounded muffled, the dominating personality melting away as you looked up into Ilya's piercing eyes.

"Ah, see, now you don't have that bite from earlier," Ilya mocked in a playful, teasing tone and directed your head to shake 'no.'

"Whatever, I still got what I wanted, so I vin," mocking Ilya's accent again, knowing it fell according to plan. Earning a laugh from both men, Ilya sat down beside both of you and rubbed over

Shane felt his cheeks get warm. Ilya had him pinned against the bedroom wall in his Boston home, his knee shoved between Shane’s thighs. Ilya’s hands rested on the wall on either side of Shane’s shoulders and he wouldn’t let him leave the cage he’d put him in. Of course, Shane knew he could overpower Ilya and make him move. More importantly, he knew that if he gave nothing more than a nudge to Ilya’s shoulder and really meant it, Ilya would step back and stop immediately.

But Shane had zero interest in pushing Ilya away; he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Still, he rolled his eyes and sighed loudly as though this was a chore, as though his heart wasn’t about to beat out of his chest.

“I want you to…” He shook his head and broke eye contact with Ilya, looking over his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I want you to fuck me.” 

He could feel himself harden further, just saying the words, and he knew Ilya could see and probably feel the blush on his cheeks. Shane thought Ilya would kiss him now, pull his face back towards him and pierce him with his intense gaze.

Instead Ilya grunted and shook his head. “No, Shane, tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Shane voluntarily swung his gaze back to Ilya, slightly unsure what he was asking of him. As always, Ilya noticed, understood Shane’s confusion, and sought to clarify things for him. 

Ilya kissed him softly and fleetingly and Shane chased his lips as he pulled back. “What do you want me to do right now?” Ilya asked quietly. His voice was low and intimate in the space between them, his accent caressing the words beautifully.

Shane’s head was buzzing a little, but he tried to give Ilya whatever he was looking for, as he tugged lightly on Ilya’s t-shirt, trying to pull him closer.

“I want you to fuck me.” He said, more confidently than before. 

Ilya’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Here, like dis, Hollander? Against a wall, no prep? No foreplay?”

Shane shook his head and tilted his head down to stare at the floor, still confused. “No, of course not.” 

Ilya grasped his chin and forced eye contact. His blue-green eyes were hypnotising and, as always, Shane felt himself fall into his boyfriend’s gaze.

“Then tell me, what you want me to do to you.”

Finally it clicked in Shane’s brain what Ilya was asking him and he felt his whole body flush and his dick was instantly, fully hard. He wasn’t sure he would make it through more than two minutes of this without coming hard and fast, but he could try.

Trying to find words, Shane’s eyes darted away from Ilya’s. “Oh.” He said softly, then with embarrassment, he practically whispered. “Kiss me.”

Ilya immediately leaned in and captured Shane’s mouth, pushing his tongue past his lips and devouring him. Shane’s head was swimming as Ilya pulled back.

“What next?” 

“T…touch me.” Shane stuttered slightly.

“Where.”

“My dick.” Shane’s skin felt like it was on fire, partly from shyness, partly from need. “Touch my dick.”

Ilya’s hand dropped down to caress Shane’s hard cock through the tight shorts he was wearing. Shane let his head thump back against the wall as Ilya gently massaged his dick.

Ilya let him bask in the sensations for a moment before prompting him again. “Is this all you want, moy lyubov? Do you want me to rub you through your shorts until you come in your pants.” Ilya’s tone suggested that if Shane said yes, that was all he wanted, Ilya would happily oblige. 

But of course Shane shook his head. He wanted much more than that.

“No, I already told you, Rozanov, I want you to fuck me.” 

Ilya grinned and nodded. “Right, of course.”

Shane slid his hand up and down Ilya’s arm. “I want you to take your shirt off.”

Ilya stood back and quickly yanked his shirt off over his head. Shane took the opportunity to do the same, both shirts landing in a pile beside them.

“I want to touch you.” Shane said, even though he was already running his hands over Ilya’s chest and then down, to run blunt fingernails through his happy trail. He pulled on the drawstring in Ilya’s shorts to untie it.

“I want to suck you.” Ilya nodded and pushed off his shorts and boxer briefs, kicking them aside. 

Shane sank to his knees as Ilya stepped back slightly to give him enough room. Shane looked up at Ilya. His stomach clenched as he spoke again, nervous, but full of excited butterflies. “No, actually…” He took a deep breath. “What I want is for you to fuck my face.”

The look of pure heat on Ilya’s face made Shane’s nervousness flee. “Just take my mouth, use it.”

Ilya moaned deeply, tapping Shane’s cheek lightly with his fingers. “Then open up.”

Shane dropped his jaw and stuck out his tongue. Ilya fed his dick into his mouth, holding the back of his head steady as he slowly pushed all the way in, down his throat. Shane gagged and Ilya immediately pulled out. But Shane shook his head, his lips glistening with spit. He looked up at Ilya beseechingly. 

“No, don’t stop, just fuck me. If I can’t take it, I’ll tap on your thigh twice, okay?”

Ilya nodded, and it seemed as though words were beyond him now.

He pushed back into Shane’s open, desperate mouth, continuing past his gag reflex and not stopping until Shane’s nose was pressed against him. Shane’s throat was convulsing slightly around Ilya’s cock. Ilya pulled back again and Shane whined, but Ilya pulled back only to slam back in. Shane moaned deeply, spit dribbling down his chin and onto his chest.

Ilya set a pace, holding Shane’s head in place while he thrust in and out of his mouth; the gluck gluck sound every time Ilya hit the back of his throat made Shane feral and desperate for Ilya to fuck him harder.

But finally Ilya pulled back completely. Shane coughed slightly, but looked up at Ilya in disappointment. Ilya shook his head and his voice was ragged as he spoke. 

“I’m sorry, Hollander, but if you still want me to fuck you, I have to stop. We don’t have time for me to…” He waved his hand through the air, obviously searching for the right English word. “...recharge.” 

Shane grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Okay, forgiven.” He stood up and quickly pushed off his own shorts and underwear. He practically ran to the bed and climbed up on his hands and knees.

He looked at Ilya still standing in the same spot. Without prompting, and with minimal blushing, Shane told Ilya exactly what he wanted him to do.

“I want you to take me from behind. I want minimal prep. I want it to hurt a little. I want you to make me cum hands free. I want you to pound into me, as hard and deep as you can. I want you raw, and I want you to cum inside me.”

Shane wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Ilya’s face as contorted with desire. As he approached him on the bed, he was almost snarling, his jaw ticking, and his eyes nearly black with dilated pupils. His breaths were coming heavy and fast as he took the lube from the nightstand, and moved to stand behind Shane.

A second later, Shane felt the cold lube squirt onto his hole and Ilya’s fingers begin to press inside. As a way to compensate for not working Shane open slowly, Ilya used much more lube than usual to try and make it easier on Shane. Shane felt his heart squeeze a little at Ilya trying not to hurt him, even when he told him to.

Fuck, he loved this man.

Finally he could feel the thick, blunt head of Ilya’s cock pushing at his entrance. Despite the lube, the stretch still burned perfectly as Ilya pushed into him, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. 

Ilya folded his body over Shane’s back and pressed kisses into the nape of his neck and down his spine. “Is okay?” He asked, his voice deep, but breathless.

Shane nodded. “Fuck yes. Perfect, Ilya.” He let out a cry as Ilya pulled back slightly and angled his hips so he could perfectly hit his prostate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. So fucking perfect.” Shane chanted.

Ilya grunted and then began giving Shane exactly what he had asked for. He pounded into him hard and deep, rubbing against his prostate over and over. Every time he did, Shane let out a keening moan.

He could feel his orgasm coming, his stomach muscles clenching, that electric, throbbing build of pressure at the base of his dick. When Ilya made him come untouched, the feelings were always incredibly intense and powerful. He rested his forehead on his right arm and reached his left arm out behind him, his hand groping for Ilya’s. Ilya grabbed onto him and entwined their fingers.

The unstoppable force of his orgasm hit him and he felt the warm cum spurt up his stomach to his chest, just as he heard Ilya shout out his pleasure and felt his cum shoot deep inside him.

Ilya collapsed on him, making it slightly harder for Shane to try and catch his breath, but he didn’t mind. He loved the feel of Ilya as a weighted blanket on top of him, and he knew it would be almost a month before he got to feel it again, so he would savor it as long as he could.

After a few minutes though, and many lazy kisses to Shane’s temple and hairline, Ilya finally rolled off of him and onto his back. Shane twisted around to face him, ignoring the sticky situation on his skin and on the sheets in favor of looking at his boyfriend in his incredible post orgasm glow. 

Ilya often looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, but in these moments, he was completely at ease, placid and soft. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth and Shane kissed him there.

“So…” Shane waited to continue until Ilya turned his head slightly to look at him. “Does this mean that from now on I get to tell you what to do?” 

Ilya’s grin was wolfish. “Fuck no.” He grabbed Shane’s chin, but his grip was lazy. “Only when I tell you to tell me.” 

Shane shook his head at that backwards logic and snuggled in closer to Ilya’s side. “Well then can I order you to kiss me now?”