shane face down on the mattress with ilya behind him and shane is desperately begging for ilya to fuck him harder please harder ilya yes until ilya literally couldn't fuck him any harder if he tried so he just resorts to gripping shane's sides with enough force to make shane whine and tell him yes fuck just like that more please so ilya gives shane's ass a few stinging slaps but shane just keeps asking for more please I can take more please ilya....and so ilya folds himself over shane's back and concentrates his thrusts so they're short and shallow and merciless as he bites down hard on shane's shoulder and scratches his fingernails up shane's sides and that's how shane finally comes with a panted, whiny thank you....afterwards he's covered in scratch marks and teeth marks and red hot hand prints. a work of art.
"all mine, yes?" ilya grunts breathlessly as he pulls shane back into him and runs his palms over his freshly marred skin and shane sighs contentedly as he tells him, "yours."









