Ilya is kissing him, his tongue in his mouth and he has three fingers inside him and there’s lube dripping down his wrist and Shane is falling sleep right against his mouth.
Ilya pulls back from the kisses and knocks their noses and watches Shane’s head bop heaving, leaning into Ilya’s cheek. “Sweetheart I told you you were too tired” Ilya mumbles- because he had, told him, when Shane had gotten out of the shower and climbed into Ilya’s lap and kissed him hot and shoved his hands into Ilya’s sweatpants. They’d had a long day, a late flight finally home after a swing of games and they were both exhausted and Shane had been half sleep on the drive home- but he’d fussed at Ilya with a pouty little frown and shook his head and said “but I wanna” in a low whisper and had rolled his hips forward into Ilya. And who was Ilya to say no to that ???.
So they did, and now Shane was nodding off before Ilya even got his cock inside him but Shane whines again and shakes his head against Ilya’s neck and grumbles and says “but I want you inside me” so honestly and sleepy voiced and Ilya is going to die.
“S ok baby just put it” Shane yawns heavily and lets out a sleepy little sound “but put it in it’ll be good” and Ilya giggles softly because Shane isn’t really making sense but he wants it and it makes Ilya’s stomach hot. He can’t help but want more. He rubs his hand over Shanes cheek and smooths his thumb over Ilya’s bottom lip. He keeps the slow press of his fingers in in in and stretching.
“You want my cock more then you wanna sleep?” Ilya asks and Shane sighs and nods and Ilya plays with his bottom lip, feeling his exhales. “Yeah” Ilya all but cooes and says “want me to fuck you to sleep?” Ilya asks, his voice soft and warm and kisses the side of Shane’s head and gives him soft silence to be honest in. He knows Shane will say no if he doesn’t want, but Ilya knows his boy and grins when Shane moans and thrusts back onto Ilya’s fingers.
“Yes?” Ilya asks and Shane hums and whines a little as being made to answer and nods, nods into Ilya’s neck and says “yes” cause he knows Ilya wants to hear him say it and then Ilya gets Shane onto his cock after more soft kisses and presses of his fingers, and with a slick of lube Shane is on him, under him on his tummy and Ilya of laid over him, kissing all over the side of his face.
Shane is nuzzling his face into the sheets and his hair is still damp from the shower and his cheeks are flushed and he keeps turning his head back to find Ilya’s face, his warmth, keeps reaching back to bull him down onto him. Mumbling about him being closer please.
They fuck like that, slow and hot and Shane is lovely and squirmy his breathing slow and deep and kissing Ilya back sleepy, lips delayed and sucking. It’s so cute Ilya wants to die. Shane is so happy and blissed and seems to content cosy and happy half napping almost with Ilya inside him, stretching him. It’s so hot.
Shane comes with a soft quiet happy sigh of “Ilya” head turned and lips pouted, a silent ask for kisses and Ilya licks into his mouth as he comes and bites at Shane’s soft closed lips after he pulls back, nuzzling his nose and lips all over his pretty face and he feels Shane’s breathing even out, slow heavy breaths and laying on him. Shane’s asleep before Ilya pulls out, heavy and warm and Ilya cleans him up, heart pounding full of affection as he climbs back into bed with Shane, shuffles him to wrap himself around the sleep soft boy and and shoves his face into the back of Shane’s neck and breaths in the smell of him. The smell of home. Ilya squeezes his sleepy heavy lovely muscular sweetheart Shane in his arms, his love his perfect fucking dream boy who will never have enough of Ilya, who wanted him so much he wanted him to fuck him to sleep. His horny little pervert freak soulmate. Ilya squeezes him again, kisses and kisses all over the back of his neck. Shane stirs a little and his hand finds Ilya’s on his stomach, mutters a “love you” and he’s back to sleep, tangled up in Ilya.
