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It’s cottage times after they’re married. Shane is insatiable. Ilya’s already fucked him three times today, once in the morning --waking him up with his mouth quick and messy, then again on the couch after lunch, jerking him off sweet and slow, and finally in their bed, a little while ago after edging him for close to an hour. But still he wants more, which is where they are now.

And herein lies the problem, Shane has been so needy lately, and though Ilya would love nothing more than to fuck his husband six ways from sunday at the drop of a hat, he can’t, he just can’t he’s so tired and the heart is willing but the flesh is getting weaker every second and probably wants a nap at some point. So he planned, planned meticulously to tire his husband out so they could rest a little together. But he miscalculated, should’ve gotten his dick in him sooner because now Shane’s been waiting all day for it and he needs more than Ilya can give.

He’s got Shane on all fours in their bed, and he’s pounding into him as hard as he can but Shane is still whining for more, and has been for a while.

Usually when he gets like this Ilya can find some way to ratchet things up a notch and push Shane over the edge, but not now. Wringing three orgasms out of him already today has just made it harder to get him there for this (hopefully) final time but Ilya’s just as spent and Shane has tears in his eyes because it’s so much and it’s so good but he needs more.

And Ilya can remember a time when everyone always asked more of him and he hated it but here’s his husband pleading with him ‘please Ilya, just a little more Ilya’ and he loves it so much can’t get enough of it really except that he thinks his dick might chafe if they keep going like this. He doesn’t have the right leverage for what Shane needs right now and all the repositioning they’ve done so far hasn’t helped just makes Shane squirm and beg while Ilya tries to get the angle that’ll make Shane going blissfully quiet. He’s got half a mind to just drag the whole mattress of the bed at this point and fuck him there, maybe a change of scenery will help. And as he thinks that he realizes it’s not such a bad idea, just with a little tweak.

So he pulls out of Shane—who whines at the loss—slaps his ass once to get his attention and orders him to get off the bed. Grabs his face when Shane just blinks at him, drags their mouths together and whispers some filth about if he wants to get fucked like a bitch then he doesn’t deserve the bed, the bed is for his husband not this desperate pleading thing. Lightly slaps his cheek a few times for good measure, Shane is still a little out of it and reeling from the lack of Ilya’s cock in his ass but he shakes himself out of it and slides off the bed (a little uncoordinated but whatever) Ilya follows behind him, and now they’re both kneeling on the hardwood floor of their bedroom. Ilya praises him once for his obedience before pushing him down so he’s face first on the floor, ass in the air. Slams back inside and starts hammering away as Shane moans so loud, Ilya’d be worried if they weren’t in the middle of nowhere. He has more leverage now that he’s not scrambling for purchase in their stupidly expensive sheets. There’s no rocking of the bed, no slamming of the headboard, just him and Shane pushing into one another on the floor and he knows this will be enough, he’s going to make his husband come again (and fuck up both their knees in the process) anything for his Shane.

Shane’s voice echos through the rooms as he shouts and comes all over their bedroom floor before collapsing into a heap, panting all the while. Ilya would let that be it but he’s feeling a little mean, he pushes down on Shane’s ass, pressing his over sensitive cock into the floor and smearing in the mess he made. He holds him there as he jerks himself off over Shane’s ass, using the hand keeping him pressed to the floor to spread him open and get a good look at his sweet abused hole. And that’s it for Ilya, the sight of what Shane was begging for enough to send him tumbling over the edge too. He comes all over Shane’s pretty pink ass.

Then they’re both lying on the ground next to their bed which is stupid, so Ilya uses his last burst of energy to gently lift Shane back on the bed and crawl in after him. Lets them both catch their breath for a moment before saying,

“Hollander, are you trying to kill me?”

Shane smacks him on the arm for that, they’re not Hollander and Rozanov anymore, Ilya knows that he just needed to see the little crease in Shane’s brow that meant he was himself again, no longer clouded by desperate need. Ilya smiles at him, twines their fingers together as they lie side by side.

Shane smirks at him and raises an eyebrow. “What? too much for you?”

Ilya just laughs. Pulls Shane closer to him, wraps his arms around him.

“It’d be too much for a whole team, fuck Shane you get so crazy for it.”

He loves that they can speak like this with each other now. There used to be a time when Ilya had to tread carefully, the smallest joke about the magnitude of Shane’s desire would get him to clam up faster than anything. Always worried he was too much, too weird. Not anymore though, now he’ll happily try to climb Ilya any chance he gets and no amount of jokes or imitation gripes from Ilya will get him to stop. He’s perfect.

Shane purses his lips.

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want to go again.”

Ilya groans.

“Shane. If we keep going like this my dick will literally fall off.”

Shane pouts, mock pity in his eyes.

“Poor baby,” he coos, “need me to kiss it better?”

“Shane.”

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