He wants to tell Rozanov to get overhimself, shut up and fuck off. In that order. What he does say is, āIāI want to, uhā¦to try something.ā
Their noses bump because Rozanov is still so close, and Shane can feel his smile against his lips; sees the way his eyes light up with anticipation, with delight, and Shaneās heart lurches.
āTell me,ā Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shaneās body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shaneās abs.
Shane closes his eyes for a moment, licks his lips. āI want to suck your dickāā
āWow,ā Rozanov says flatly. āAgain? Have you not had enough?ā
Shane shoves him. āFuck off, you asked. And I wasnāt done.ā
Rozanov perks up again. āNo?ā
When Shane looks at him, Rozanov gazes back with terrifying scrutiny, as if heās scared to miss a single thing that may cross Shaneās face. Itās mortifying and humiliating, and Shane canāt back out of it now; heās already started it. He wishes Rozanov would just get it, that he didnāt have to say it out loud.
Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. āI want to suck you off upside down.ā
āUpside down,ā Rozanov repeats and looks as if heās trying to make sense of it. āYou want to, ah, stand on your hands?ā
āNo! No. Jesus. Fuck.ā Oh god, Shane has to elaborate. The flush that shoots up his face is scorching. He squeezes his eyes shut. āNo, I mean like this.ā
Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs. OR; Shane sees porn he wants to try with Rozanov.
we go heavy harder (7.8k words)
aka my contribution to suck him off sunday


















