Shane finds himself nodding, says “I know” before he can think further about it because Shane has never been good at reading people, and he wonders in that moment if Ilya is afflicted the same by this, the way they fuck.
Afflicted by the questions that they never let out-
How the fuck does it feel this fucking good?
How does it feel this fucking good every time?
Why is it you who does this to me?
The worst one of all, Shane thinks, this is why I can’t stop doing it. It’s too fucking good.
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Somewhere in 2014-16, one of the times they fuck that we didn't see in the montage.
(Alternatively titled: Athletes having athletic sex, someones got to get a leg cramp at some point)
⭐️ I would bet the house on you ⭐️
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 3014 words
The first time Shane calls Ilya baby, he barely even thinks about it.
⭐️ Don't it seem like a good time for swimming, before all the water disappears? ⭐️
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 4968 words
“No?” Shane whispers, “did I get it wrong? You are not my baby?” He asks then because he can’t help but tease, because he wants to hear Ilya ask for what he wants, he wants to give Ilya anything he can. He wants to give Ilya this. He wants it to be theirs, baby, to say it without it hurting as much as it hums.
⭐️god is good, or whatever made the mouth to drink the treasure⭐️
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov | 6272 words
Ilya makes love to Shane, it's the dirtiest thing they have ever done.
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ohhh crying shane during sex my beloved…. i know you mentioned first time but i love crying shane during married hollanov sex🥺🥺🥺 just so so in love and years of love between them and shane can’t help but start thinking about how much they mean to each other and all those years sneaking around together leading to this…. they are having the kind of sweet sleepy slow sex that only happens after years and years of love💜 cutie pie shane on his back making eye contact with ilya while getting thrusted into and just doing the cutest little whimpers and “uh…uh..uh’s” with the rhythm of the thrusts and then his pretty brown eyes are leaking suddenly, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks and ilya is all “what’s the matter, hm? feels so good for my baby, huh?” and shane all whiny “yes yes feels so good ilya i love you so much mmmm i love you” and ilya maybe starts to tear up a little bit too his pretty blue eyes getting wet and he leans down and kisses shane’s tears away like “it’s alright baby, let it out, i know you feel so good it’s okay malysh i’ve got you” 🥺🥺🥺🥺
IM GONNA PASS OUT AND THEN MAYBE AWAY IF THATS OKAY WITH ALL YALL
yes yes yes I need to sink my teeeth into this sugar. I adore this. Soft so so soooo mega in love husbands Ilya and Shane, so much intimacy and love between them that Shane gets overwhelmed.
It’s been a slow start to the morning, Ilya had broken a good amount of ribs last month and he’s still achy, tender like they are bruised and he’s been sluggish in the mornings and evenings still. They’d kissed as they woke up, Ilya a warm weight on Shane, nose nudging at his ear and jaw before with sleep still in his eyes before he found Shane’s mouth, soft pecks and nuzzles, sweet kisses that had burned deeper and longer. Fumbling hands and soft whispers and needy touches and then Shane’s being stretched onto Ilya’s cock, the covers pulled up over Ilya’s back, a warm cocoon between them.
Shane’s feet are linked on Ilya’s back, heels sliding against the warm skin and they’re holding hands by Shane’s waist, Shane fidgeting with Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya squeezes Shane’s hand twice, a silent you ok? And Shane nods, yawns and scrubs a hand over his sleepy eyes and asks “can you make us pancakes after this?” And Ilya nods, leans down to kiss over Shane’s face as Shane adjusts to the stretch of Ilya, it takes a little longer in the morning.
Then with a wiggle from Shane’s hips, Ilya is thrusting into him, slow and deep and Shane sighs, head tilts back and fuck it’s so nice. He watches down his body, how Ilya is up over him, the long line of his shoulders, the gold of his necklace, the mole to the left of it they got checked at the doctor last month because it had changed in colour. His body, strong and fucking gorgeous and the hair that leads from his bellybutton down to where his cock is pressing in in in to Shane. Shane licks his lips, watches the muscles of Ilya’s sides pull and work the shift of skin, the muscle of his hips in the warm morning light and fuck his husband is so gorgeous.
Shane sighs when Ilyas hand takes his face into his hand, thumb rubs at his cheek, pulls at his lips. Shane shivers and Ilyas lace picks up and up and oh fuck. Shane whimpers, right there he thinks- and ilya nods as if he’d said it out loud, he pins every next rut of his hips to that perfect spot over and over and over. Shane is aching hard, smudging precum bellow his bellybutton and he’s thrumming with pleasure, it’s soaking through him, dripping off him, how good this is. I
“Yeah” Ilya sighs, fucks his hips in snaps, that make Shane’s spread legs jolt, leans down in over him and kisses him, a sweet small kiss, as if saying hello. Shane nods “yeah it’s so nice” he says with a happy sigh and tangles his hands into has hair and pulls at it gently, at the root, by his ears, the way that makes Ilya whine and fuck him harder.
Shane hums and draws his eyes to Ilya’s, pretty glass- his husband, his husband, his eyes he’s looked to for years. Home. Shane sucks in a breath and Ilya’s thrusts as jolting him against the mattress and it’s so good and he feels so fucking big when he takes him early in the morning and this is still so good still as good as the first time. Shane will always need this so fucking much, Ilya will always give it to him. Shane slides his hand though Ilya’s hair and licks his lips, feels Ilya’s thumb press down and pull on his chin till his lips part and Shane’s soft “uh uh uh” fill the air and Ilya grins and bites at his bottom lip and he’s looking at Shane with such a heat, a love. And pushes deep, deep, grinds in once, twice and Shane arches his back. His toes curl.
Shane feels the first tear slip and he sniffles, Ignores it and blinks up at Ilya, whose face softness, opens and his hand pets Shane’s cheek. “There’s my boy, it’s so good huh? My beautiful baby, feels so good on my cock you need to cry huh? So good how I fuck you yeah? Love my cock so much, it’s so pretty how you show me” Ilya cooes, kissing all over Shane’s face and brow and cheekbone, jaw, eyelids. Shane nods and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, tightens his legs around him, pulls him in, in.
“Ilya” he breaths, draws the name out like a prayer and he feels Ilya shiver over him.
“Love you, love you love your cock so much, feels so good, feels- fuck I love this feels, I love you love you love” and Shane’s mumbling, hiccuped breathing and whimpers, lips parted, eyes closed now in bliss.
“Love you love you too, sweetheart” Ilya whispers back and tears prick in his she’s and he swallows hard. He loves his Shane so fucking much.
“It’s okay baby, I’m here, right here” Ilya reminds Shane, rubs their noses together. “I’ve got you” he breaths, holds Shane’s face with one hand and keeps Shane’s cheek pressed to his, shares their breathing.
re: shane crying on it during sex i think the first time it happened he would’ve been a little embarrassed maybe trying to hide his face in a pillow but hashtag myilya catches him and grabs his chin and it’s suchhhhhh a rush for him to watch the tears roll down his face like da hollander i know let it out i know you can’t help it let me see it and he holds him for as long as he can after and makes sure he’s put back together before he leaves and it hurts to go a little more than usual and he can’t quite nail down why
Ask part 2 important followup I do feel that the rush would come after ilya “one million check-ins” rozanov made sure shane was okay and emotional-release crying not pain-overwhelm-bad crying and Then something would snap in his brain about making thee shane hollander cry on his cock
Ok sugar. YES see I have 2 ideas about it all of like when it happened. Like if the first time Shane cried was during the situationship hook up phase then yes yes yes completely I love your vision. Like maybe it’s been one of those times they’ve gone a few rounds, and Shane is all shivery and sensitive and Ilya is fucking him on his stomach, Shane pressed flat to the bed and he’s so fucking deep shane feels like the only part of him that exists is where Ilya splits him open, where he touches him.
The world has narrowed down to that. The metros had won the match and the win had felt fucking good, it always did, but the usual congratulations from his team, all the people that orbited around him, but somehow it has left Shane with his buzzing ache. He only wanted to know what one person thought about it in the end- he’d be rushing back to his apartment to see Ilya and he wanted to feel him, feel the loss in Ilya how it made him rougher- but he wants to hear the few words he’d give Shane about it. If he thought it was deserved or not. Shane had felt oddly alone on his drive home from the game that night, unsure why.
And now, now Rozanov is melting him into the bed, talking him apart and he’s not even in his body, he’s not in the ache of his thighs or legs from his shifts, from the hits, he is not Shane Hollander in his body he is pleasure. He is saturated in bliss, he is where he takes Ilya and nothing else. He doesn’t want to be anything else. Shane’s heart is rabbiting, he’s squirming and Ilya’s hands grip his hips and pull him back into his punishing thrusts and mutters out “so fucking good” and behind Shane’s eyes start burning. He squeezes them shut.
He’s being so stupid. Why the fuck does he feel like he’s going to cry. Shane turns his face further into the bed, swallows hard hard and bites his lips and he’s close and he wants to cum and he wants to cry he wants to cry. Ilya’s hand smooths down Shane’s back, finds the back of his neck and grips, grips, thumb rubbing at the short hair there.
“So fucking good for my cock huh Hollander? Good for me” Ilya growls fucks his hips harder, deeper and his thick cock presses in to Shane’s prostate over and over, nails the sensitive part of him that makes his whole body ache his whole body die come back to life gives him that divine ache that exists nowhere else in the world and it’s fucking good and he needs this feeling forever he doesn’t ever want to loose this feeling this pleasure, this is where he exists and the feeling fizzes so suddenly, that between one blink in the next Shane has wetness on his cheeks.
He whines, upset at the loss of control, turns his face into the bed as Ilya fucksfucksfucks him into it, the sound of it loud in the room, the wet click of the lube, the shift of the sheets. Shane rubs his face into it try to wipe the tears away and he’s shaking, pushes the soft skin below his thumb and above his wrist between his lips and chews on it, the tears keep coming, the pleasure keeps coming, heavy big fucking waves in up and over him, through his whole body, from his toes to his cock and the base of his spine.
So fucking good Shane thinks
For me Shane thinks
Good for me good for me good for me Shane thinks
And his lashes are clumping together and his hands are shaky, he tries to focus, pushes his hips back and up into Ilya, but his body aches and he can’t hold it, then tries to push onto his knees, wobbles and slides forward back into the bed.
Ilya’s hands are on his ass, then glide down to his sides, one big hand rubs by his ribs, big warm circles.
“Let me do it hollander” Ilya grumbles and Shane says nothing, biting at his own skin of his hand, and his eyes wet the sheets under him. Ilya stops his thrusts and Shane whines, whines, a heartbroken sound, he can’t help it- why the fuck did he stop it’s good it’s so fucking good.
“Sh sh” Ilya replies and then he’s laying over Shane and Shane is tucking his face to the opposite side, kicks his leg in a silent hurry up, he needs it he needs it back it was so good he was being so good why did Ilya stop. Shane starts to push his hips back back back, up, chasing a thrust, chasing Ilya’s cock. He needs. He fucking needs this. He needs this. He stutters a breath and tears are hot down his cheeks and he slides his hand out of his mouth to pull in a deeper breath.
“Hey” Ilya is there then, his face hovering over Shane’s shoulder and his hand is gripping Shane’s face and tugging till he can see him, wet cheeked and heavy eyed, fuzzy.
Ilya is big frown and serious and “bad?” He asks in that short direct way when he wants an answer now.
“No no” Shane babbles, shakes his head. Terrified at the concept of Ilya pulling out its just- it’s nothing - he’s just so close and he just- he needs. He was being good.
“Good, good, Rozanov it’s. Just fuck me- I just it’s nothing just fuck me come on” Shane forces out, in fear of being empty.
And then, once Ilya has looked at him for a blink longer, his thumb tracing the line of a hot tear with a dark look in his eyes, where it lands by Shane’s lips.
“Okie” Ilya says, grips Shane’s face and holds it there in video and goes back to deep rolling hard thrusts, the type that make Shane’s breath punch out in gasping half sounds and oh fuck. Thank you. Shane thinks and lets his eyes roll back into his head, eyes shut and lets go, let’s go because Ilya is gripping him.
“Good?” He hears Ilya ask and Shane nods, nods, good he’s being good, this is good, he’s good for Ilya, this is so fucking good. And he shivers and tears are dripping off his nose and chin.
“Fuck Hollander, like cock so much it makes you cry huh? So pretty, needy boy” Ilya cooes over him and Shane is falling apart he’s cutting off into galaxys, he’s a heartbeat and nothing else. He’s whatever Ilya does to him. Shane is nodding, still, trying to tell Ilya he’s. Yes it’s good he’s I like it so much yes I’m needy.
Rozanov is laid over him, heavy weight on him and Shane’s going to cum- he’s going to cum against the sheets and then Ilya is licking over his cheeks, the salt tracks is Shane’s tears and Shane just implodes. Comes so hard it pulls all of his body into and out of it. Leaves him shaking, an ache on the bed and then Rozanov is licking licking licking into his mouth and Shane wonders if he did die, at some point during that. If he’ll come back, if he’ll stop crying.
Ilya stays inside him too long, spends time he doesn’t have kissing Shane into the sheets, carries him to the shower with the tease of telling Shane is “lazy hockey boy making his hookup do the all the work” he rinses Shane off and places him in the bed, smacks a kiss to his cheek and ruffles his hair and then has to rush to get back in his clothes- he needs to go, he should have already left.
Shane chugs a sports drink, thrown at him by Ilya from his own fridge just before he’d left, it had hit his shoulder hard actually- the fucker.
He falls asleep thinking about the hot lick of Ilya’s tongue over his face, of “good for me” he googles “crying because something feels good” “crying because of sex” it takes him three hours to fall asleep.
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Share a vision with me: Hollanov in bed. It's dark out. The bedside lamp is on, glowing. Ilya is lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms, naked from the waist up. Shane is sat against the headboard, glasses on, ostensibly reading his book but really he's softly tracing the moles on Ilya's back. Ilya gets so relaxed and drowsy at the goosebump-raising sensation of Shane's dragging fingertips that he falls asleep. Shane doesn't stop his gentle caresses, just stares at Ilya's face. They're both lethargic with love, basking in it.
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It starts, like many things do, because Ilya is curious. Even after all these years, there are still things about Shane that make Ilya curious. It's just that he's seen how it affects Shane, being on his knees for Ilya, just holding Ilya’s cock in his mouth. His shoulders unclench and his face relaxes and he goes still, and any other time Ilya’s cock is out, Shane is never still. And so Ilya is curious. Where does Shane’s mind go when he floats away like that? What does it feel like? Ilya wants to know.
So, ok, Ilya decides they’ll try it. He doesn’t explain all of his reasoning to Shane. He doesn’t have to, really. Ilya knows Shane will give him anything he wants. And sure enough, when Ilya tells him what they’re going to do, he blushes and hauls Ilya in for a kiss, breathes out “fuck, Ilya,” in the space between their mouths, and that’s good enough for Ilya.
So they clean up from dinner, and Shane goes about setting up for them. He won’t let Ilya do anything, tells him, “Just let me. I know what we need.” So Ilya just sits on the sofa and waits, and watches Shane. Shane, who moves around the apartment with single-minded focus. Dishwasher on. Lights dim. Thermostat up. Cushion placed at Ilya’s feet, not for Shane this time, but for Ilya. He demands Ilya’s clothes, gets him stripped to just his boxers, then does the same for himself. He flicks the TV on to a hockey documentary he’s been wanting to watch. And then he turns to Ilya with a grin.
“Ready!” He’s bouncing on his feet a little, and Ilya can’t stop the warm chuckle that escapes from him.
“Excited, kotok?” And Shane rolls his eyes and says, “You should be excited,” but in truth, Ilya feels a bit nervous. He wants this to work. He’s seen how this can be like an off button for Shane’s brain, and there are some days he needs that too. Shane must sense some of what Ilya’s thinking because he says, “It’s going to be so good. I promise,” and places a soft kiss on Ilya’s forehead. Ilya slaps his hands on his thighs, stands up, and says, “Ok, do your worst, Hollander,” and Shane just laughs.
Ilya gets settled on his knees, already grateful for the cushion beneath him. The season’s barely started, but it’s already been brutal, and Ilya’s body is a patchwork of bruises, some fresh and some fading. As he goes to his knees, he thinks about Shane’s promise and the stress of the season and how good it would feel to not think for a while. He hopes Shane is right.
At first, Ilya feels a bit unsure. He loves Shane’s cock in his mouth, of course, but he can’t help feeling that he should be doing something. He’s so aware of the weight of Shane’s cock on his tongue, and shouldn’t Ilya be sucking him down, or bobbing his head? (No, Shane had said at dinner, cheeks pink, I want this to last) And Shane’s thighs are right there, so close they brush his ears, and isn’t Ilya supposed to be gripping them, guiding Shane deeper into his throat? (No, you’ll keep your hands still, too). And Ilya can hear the murmur of the talking heads on the documentary and the soft hum of the dishwasher, but he doesn't hear Shane groaning, oh, oh, fuck, yeah baby, just like that, so the whole thing feels a bit pointless.
But then Shane spreads his thighs a bit more, and Ilya sinks down a bit lower, gets his nose pressed right up against Shane’s belly. And Shane is mostly soft, but he lets out a sigh and a “so good, Ilya,” and, ok, that is nice. And then Shane does something Ilya doesn’t expect. Two fingers tap Ilya’s chin, look at me, so their eyes are locked when Shane says, “Please, Sir, may I touch your hair?” and oh, fucking hell, Ilya might die right here. They’ve tried out sir once or twice, and every time Ilya’s brain short-circuits. It’s the way Shane says it, a little breathless and eager. It’s the way it makes Ilya feel, trusted and powerful. And Shane is looking at him now with so much love in his eyes and waiting so patiently for an answer, fuck.
Ilya nods as best he can in this position, and Shane says “Thank you, Sir,” and Ilya groans and sinks down down down as Shane’s hands find his hair. And then it’s all gentle tugs on his curls and Shane’s strong fingers running over his scalp, and someone is moaning, and oh, that’s me, Ilya realizes. Ilya spreads his knees a little wider, sinks into his body a little more, and that earns him a, “That’s right, Sir. Get comfortable."
Jesus, Shane is going to kill him.
They stay that way for a while, Shane’s lovely fingers in his hair and Shane’s perfect cock in his mouth. Shane’s hard now but seemingly in no hurry, just keeping his hands tangled in Ilya’s hair and saying, “Love your mouth, Sir,” and “Sir, you’re taking me so good,” and Ilya is…he’s not floating, not like Shane gets, but his mind is calm in its own way. It’s just that somehow Shane has crowded out everything else. Or narrowed it down, maybe, made it seem small and insignificant compared to Shane’s strong hands and thick thighs and big cock.
And then Shane says, “Sir?” and gives Ilya’s hair a little tug, like maybe he’s been asking for a while, and all Ilya can do is give a questioning groan, taking Shane out of his mouth to answer is unfathomable, and Shane asks, “Sir, can I fuck your mouth, please?” And suddenly Ilya has never wanted anything more in his life. He moans, long and low, and his own hips fuck up like he’s the one asking, and Shane just says “Oh, thank you, Sir, thank you,” before he tightens his hands in Ilya’s hair and starts to move.
Ilya feels delirious. He knows he’s drooling, but he can’t stop it. He’s hard, he thinks, but it’s difficult to tell when his whole body feels like a circuit of pleasure stemming from the point where his mouth meets Shane’s cock. Every time Shane fucks in deep, he says, “Thank you, Sir,” and every time Ilya answers with a whine. When Shane pulls back, Ilya can taste the pre-cum on his tongue, and his own cock leaks in response. Shane’s pace is steady, and his body is strong and solid, and Ilya’s mind is blank but for Shane Shane Shane.
“Sir, oh, oh, it’s so good. I think I’m—you’re gonna make me come,” Shane gasps out, and Ilya wants that, desperately. “Please, please, Sir, can I come?” And it’s almost too much, Shane begging like this and calling him sir while he’s holding Ilya’s head tight and fucking deep into his throat. He feels so powerless. He feels so powerful.
Ilya isn’t sure what noise he makes to signal his permission, but Shane, perfect Shane who understands everything, knows a yes for a yes. He fucks his hips up one last time as he shudders and shakes and spills. Ilya’s shaking too, and he can’t stop it. He feels like he’s might fly apart into thousands of pieces, but then Shane says, “Sir, let me—” and strong arms are hauling Ilya up and settling him on the couch, and Ilya’s got a lap full of Shane, Shane who is saying “Want to make you come, Sir, can I?” and Ilya nods, he thinks, but mostly he keeps his eyes fixed on Shane, Shane who unraveled him completely, Shane who will put him back together. And then Shane’s warm hand is wrapped around Ilya’s cock, and Shane is saying, “Please, please, Sir, give me your cum. Please, can I have it? I need it, I need it so much,” and Ilya, who can deny Shane nothing, gives him what he needs.
Sometimes I think about the fact that Ilya married one of the greatest hockey players of all time, who is also an underwear model, and who comes in his pants just from sucking Ilya’s cock, and I have to wonder what it’s like being so #blessed
they’re at a party and everyone is drunk even shane and it’s so buzzy and fun and then ilya loses sight of shane for approximately seven minutes and then relocates him and finds he’s wearing one of those plastic gold king crowns on his head and ilya well ilya blacks out for about three seconds and then walks off while he was in the middle of a conversation and just hands his drink to whoever and beelines it to shane and grabs his hand and pulls him along to a random room and shane is tipsy and relaxed and just smiles like kermit the frog with a crown on being pulled along by his man and then ilya is locking them in someone’s bedroom and crowding shane against the door and shane is like snickering because ilya is tickling his neck with his kisses and his crown is a lil lopsided now with how his head is angled and he’s like “hehe ilyaaaa what are you doin” and ilya is just kissing at every piece of exposed skin and then dropping to his knees for his king and shane’s eyes go all dark with his pupils blown out from seeing ilya nosing at his crotch through his jeans and looking up through his lashes with an open mouth and shane is staring down at him with his lopsided crown on and his skin has a pink flush from the alcohol and he’s got a hand pushing ilya’s curls back from his forehead and ilya licks his lips and says in his thick lustful accent “can I suck your cock, King Hollander?” and well king hollander is nodding so fast his crown slides down and he pushes it back up to its rightful position and watches ilya watch him while he sucks his cock and oh there’s a mirror just in front of them and shane gets to see himself wearing a crown and getting his dick sucked by ilya fucking rozanov. it’s a pretty good night to say the least
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Hiii mi love!!! I adore this sweetheart cow wow hi baby
I’m great 🤩🤩
Just having some tacos for dinner YUM yay and about to watch some reality TV yipee I had a really lovely day today! I saw my best friends and my lil (not actual but you know) nephewww went for a run, saw another friend 👀 lmao and now cosy on the couch at home and scrolling on here yay!
