First of all, we all know jane is a sweet and well behaved bunny who likes to comply to whatever her gorgeous girlfriend asks, but she's also secretly a big freak and at the same time she's anxious. So lilya has to introduce things slowly. Lilya has noticed that jane loooves being called a good bunny, good girl, little slut and had very enthusiastic reactions when lilya said that she was going to fill her up with her strap on and that she was going to be so full.

So lilya starts introducing new toys in their lovemaking. Of course they already use a strap on dildo, which is great. Then lilya brings up gag balls, and they try a few but eventually settle on a dick shaped one because jane likes how heavy it feels on her tongue and she likes sucking on it (oral fixation anyone?). Then lilya brings up plugs, maybe a nice one, not too big, with a cute bunny tail? And of course lilya eats her out while opening her up to help her relax, and jane sees stars. Lilya thinks she might combust from seeing jane wearing the little bunny tail while jane has never felt hotter. And then! Slutty freaky horny jane, while their having dinner, shyly suggests their try all three sex toys together! Lilya almost chocked on her food and thinks she must be dead because there's no way her sweet shy girl just said that. When they try it, jane feels so so so full and like that's what she's made for, not for hockey, not for commercials, but to be filled and filled and filled by her girl that she loves so much and that she wants to be her good girl forever, to make her happy. And lilya, while she's driving into jane, thinks that she could die here and there and be the happiest person ever, and that she wants to cherish jane and treasure her because she's the best thing that's ever happened to her and deserves all the best in the world, and lilya wants to give it to her. Also jane is dripping and drooling from everywhere and she makes a mess but she's so fucked into oblivion afterwards that for the first time ever she doesn't complain about it and lilya never lets her forget it "remember when i filled all of you and you were so gone you weren't even grossed out but dirty sheets? Was nice trick right?"

Anyway i think i got carried a little away... ops

Love you!

thats him when he comes back from being away from shane about his hole. he drops everything he's holding the second he walks in, and shane is only wearing a loose fitting t shirt cause he knows exactly how this goes. ilya practically lunges for him and is immediately hoisting shane up onto their table, kissing him fiercely for a couple of minutes before dragging shane to the edge and throwing his legs over his shoulders so he can grab shanes cheeks and spread them wide.

and hes just murmuring to himself the whole time, "so hungry, so fucking hungry for you, baby. missed you, missed my sweet little hole. so pretty, love when you're ready for me like this. need it, need it so bad, fuck shanya please let me please please ..."

and shane is just preening from the attention and whimpering/grinding his hips as ikya devours him

bye ✨️💘

My heart is RACINg YIPPEEEE. Yum. This is so fucking hooooot I love this so much.

I adore the idea of Ilya being desperate to be back there, worshipping Shane, worshiping his hole. Like Ilya is just so fucking whipped for his Shane, he is fucking obsessed, how can he not be. Shane is so perfect, so gorgeous, so his and Ilya loves him, loves fucking him, loves the pleasure he finds in Shane’s body, loves what they have. How can Ilya not be devotional, not be obsessed- any good man who had seen Shane Hollanders soft needy eyes as he’s filled with cock, the way he melts away like it’s total bliss to be filled, then bend at the knee too when they were away for too long. Let alone the fact Shane is his soulmate, a part of him that he felt like he was born find- that Shane was his in every life before this and will be in every one after.

Ilya would feel superficial, shallow with how obsessed he was with Shane’s body, if it wasn’t for the way his love for it being shanes body specifically being the most overwhelming part of it. It’s the fact it’s Shane that makes him so desperately magnetised to him, to his body. Shane makes him feel like a feral dog guarding his home sometimes, starving and snapping to protect what’s his, to have what’s his. Shane is his.

He kisses Shane like a man drowning when he sees him after a long time apart, it’s wet and messy and makes Ilya’s jaw ache, how aggressively he kisses him, desperate to taste Shane, feels him, connect to him. Physical connection is such a key part of his how they express love and Ilya feels frantic to feel Shane again, to taste him, to be one, just them, the same body. To make the universe they do when they are together- nothing else outside them.

Ilya is shivery with it and so is Shane- after all those years apart- being apart and coming back together is still some old horrible kind of ache, a deep bruise that throbs when it happens. This used to be so scare, so precious, so hidden that it feels desperate sometimes still. They break the kiss and Shane is kissing over Ilya’s face, leaning up into him still as he pulls away until Ilya eases him back onto the table with hand pushing down his hips up up to his chest, holding him down before he drops to his knees.

Shane’s hands are in his hair as Ilya throws his legs over his shoulders, kisses and bites at his thighs before he makes his way down, uses his hands to open Shane’s thighs and tilt him up and there he is. Ilya makes a hungry sound and Shane is whimpering as Ilya fucking makes out with his hole, like he had with him moments earlier. Kissing him hello there too. Shane can hear his frantic mutters, the “missed you missed you missed you, fuck so fucking pretty, you missed me too didn’t you baby? Missed me filling you? Looking after you? Hmm” he growls and his hands are wrapped around Shane’s thighs, hands gripping, pulling him up into his face.

And Shane is like “shh shh its okay, Ilya- I’m here, I fuck I missed you too, missed you, needed you, needed you right there, yeah, its yours it is is yours Ilya” and he’s finding Ilya’s hands, fingers tangling, squeezing. Shane’s so hard his head is spinning.

“What the fuck shane” and he’s maybe a little hard, and Shane is like “I mean it’s really hot. I like it. I just think you’d suck at pulling out” and he’s got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilya’s hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.

Once he’s all the way inside, mouth panting against Shane’s, Shane stroking his hand through his hair he’s like “make sure you pull out okay?” And Ilya pulls back to catch Shane’s eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like “of course baby, don’t wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if you’re knocked up” and Shane’s mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.

But it Shane so it’s game on and he swallows and he says “mm only if you can’t control yourself big boy” and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then they’re fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilya’s chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he won’t prove Shane right- he won’t but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilya’s thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after he’s cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he can’t he’s going to be good.

And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying “m close” Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- it’s the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, he’s nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling “Ilya Ilya” and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because it’s too good. It’s already heaven.

“Let go sweetheart” Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and he’s slurring out “don’t cum, don’t cum inside remember, you can’ get me pre” and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shane’s words stuttering until he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and he’s so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.

He’s never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilya’s back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and it’s not right it’s not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shane’s body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like it’s devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he can’t, he can’t stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shane’s, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he can’t make himself stop.

Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilya’s thrusts, his hand on Ilya’s cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh “fuck baby I love your cock” and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.

It’s all shiny from his saliva. He didn’t realise how hard he’d been sucking and biting and mouthing at Shane’s neck as he fucked them through their second orgasms. Ilya is like oh fuck a little worried he bit too hard and he’s leaning down to brush his mouth mover it in tiny little kisses and Shane shivers and tightens around Ilya so hard Ilya gasps, hand gripping Shane’s hip. And Shane is all “don’t I can’t. I need like a few minutes at least” and Ilya is like oh 😚 my perfect pervert.

Shane finally sees it later in the afternoon, after a nap and shower with the help of the bathroom mirror and a phone. His eyes go dark and hes blushing and Ilya is all “you like this?” And Shane is shrugging and nodding and he’s leaning into Ilya again like they have a string tugging between their navels. He blows Ilya there in the bathroom, his knees on the tile, wet and worshiping and pulls Ilya’s hand to the back of his neck. He cums wet and messy against Ilya’s shin when Ilya’s fingers press down hard into the bruise while his cock is in the back of Shane’s throat.

“You good, Rozanov?” Shane asks, a cocky smirk resting on his lips and his brown eyes hazy with lust.

He’s looking down at Ilya who is on the couch, with Shane straddling his lap and the tip of his cock being clenched by Shane’s tight hole. He is dizzy with Shane’s strength, how he holds himself just above Ilya’s cock and rocks so slightly to swallow the head but never fully taking the whole thing. How his abs clench with the slow and control the rock of his hips.

A big calloused hand reaches up and lands on Ilya’s throat, wrapping firm across it just enough to feel a little struggle from his Adam’s apple as he gulps.

“I said—are you good, Ilya?” Shane repeats, using his grip on Ilya’s neck to push his chin up make eye contact with him fully. Ilya’s head drops onto the back of the couch and he nods small and fast, his hair scratching at the material.

“Ye-yeah, yes, good.” He gets out. He sounds drunk almost. Drunk on the strength of Shane, on the control he has.

He has Ilya at his mercy right now. He could ask him to do anything and he would without a thought.

Shane takes that dazed drunk look of Ilya in, eyes bouncing across his tacky sweaty skin, and he licks a tongue over his bottom lip before drop his hips down in a deep roll that has Ilya bottoming out as Shane pushes a little firmer on his throat.

“Fuckin—” Ilya’s eyes roll back in his head and his hands grasp for dear life on Shane’s hips.

Shane does an airy chuckle as he grinds back and forth in Ilya’s lap.

I'm imagining married Ilya waking up before Shane at the cottage. They didn't shut the blinds the night before and the golden midmorning sun is streaming onto Ilya's face, lighting up his eyelids in a warm red before he squints awake. He spends a solid ten minutes just staring at Shane's face resting on his chest, turned away from the sun.

Ilya's not usually the first one awake, and it's even rarer that Shane doesn't wake up less than a minute after. But Ilya knows Shane doesn't like to start the day too late, so he takes the opportunity to wake Shane in his favourite way.