like, dirty cute

he'll withdraw his touch and resume his teasing. plucking and sucking shane's nipples. licking wet lines into shane's most sensitive of areas—his neck, from the secret hollow behind his ear to the point neck gives way to shoulder; the slight dips between his defined, tensing abs; the warm, heady creases where his groin meets his inner thighs.

and in between each checkpoint ilya will push up and admire and coo over shane's wet spot, which has always noticeably spread since the last time ilya checked. "look at it, you're doing a very good job for me, malysh." "oh, it is very big now. you like it when i lick you here? [does it again]" "yes, shane. yes. moy lyubimyy, let it out. give it to me. fuck."

and he'll keep doing this until shane is sobbing ugly, begging for ilya, promising whatever. and ilya will finally peel shane's briefs from his skin—really peel it, because it's sticking that much—and lick the fabric while looking shane in the eye. but then eventually it'll be too much for even ilya and he'll throw shane's briefs away and get on his elbows in front of shane's weeping dick (weeping just as much as shane himself) and ilya's first taste of shane's precum right off the tip of his dick will have him groaning so loud he doesn't even hear shane's response to it.