Ok we talk a bunch about Ilya’s reaction to the first time Shane calls him baby and how he feels about it but I need to know Shane’s reaction to being Ilya’s lil bunny and how he feels about it.
Ilya watches Shane’s eyes blink, slow and heavy. Long lashes down against the lightest freckles just under his eyes. Ilya thinks Shane might have finally slipped into sleep, a slow exhale from Shane’s nose that fans out against Ilya’s thumb, where it is rubbing slow circles over Shane’s pouty lips, the rest of his fingers curled gently around Shane’s cheek, tucking into the silky hair behind his ear.
Ilya’s eyes fall over Shane, from the top of his head, to his strong brows, his closed eyes, strong nose, the shape of his full bottom lip that Ilya rubs rubs over, watches it pink and warm smudging under his touch. Ilya wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t want to pull him out of sleep if he’s sinking into it. Ilya takes a deep breath in, licks over his own lips instead. They taste like Shane anyway, Shane’s skin, the warmth of him, his salvia, his cum. Ilya’s eyes trace the line of Shane’s neck, down to his shoulder, bare where the covers had slipped down. Ilya catches the corner of the blanket, with the hand not cupping Shane’s back tugs it up over Shane’s shoulder and he rubs his warm flat palm over the fabric.
Shane lets out a low whimper, a noise caught in the back of his throat and then a low soft hum and his eyes are blinking back open, a tiny flutter of lashes and the dark brown of his eyes are on Ilya’s once more. Hi baby, there he is, Ilya thinks fondly, and his pointer finger drifts up, rubbing by the corner of his sleepy eye. Shane just stares at Ilya, big sweet brown eyes and dark lashes and Ilya loves him so much, so desperately.
Knowing Shane is awake, Ilya leans in and takes the kiss he’d wanted, Shane’s upper lip between his, his thumb still playing with Shane’s bottom lip in gentle brushes. Ilya feels Shane wiggle and flex his toes against the top of Ilya’s foot and Ilya smiles as he draws back.
Shane is content, soft and sweet in his arms, doing his happy toe wriggle, Ilya feels like he truely must the the only man in the world to experience this level of joy, since he is the only man to have Shane Hollander in his bed, in his arms, doe eyed and his. Gorgeous and pliant and sweet, after Ilya had fucked him to tears, shaky wet gasps in the sheets as he bared his hips back up into has driving thrusts. After he’d whined “love you love you” as he came. Muttered “Ilya, Ilya” with reaching grabbing hands to pull Ilya down onto him as he came down form his orgasm, voice broken and shaky and desperate.
It’s been a month since he’d seen Shane, and the ache of missing him felt like a distant memory, like years ago, like he’d never lost the shape of him in his hands. Like Shane won’t be gone in the early hours of the morning.
Shane tilts his chin up and Ilya is distracted from his thoughts, eyes back on Shane and watches the slight part of his mouth. His silent ask for a kiss. Ilya rushes to comply, kisses him soft and sweet, slipping his thumb away to lick into Shane’s mouth, rubbing it over his cheek in slow circles instead.
The sound Shane makes as Ilya parts the kiss makes heat rush through Ilya, makes his stomach twist. He’s so desperately in love with him. He wants to live his life just to hear that sound again and again and again. He wants to lick Shane’s molars and brush his thumb over his eyelids and nuzzle his face info the curve of his hip and bite his chin.
“Love you” the words are sweet soft from Shane’s mouth, spoken against Ilya’s mouth and Ilya has the entire world between his fingers. He is water, afternoon sunlight. He is here here here and safe.
“I love you” Ilya whispers back, runs the back of his knuckles from the top of Shane’s cheek to his jaw, skimming his fingertips down over his neck.
“You wanna sleep?” Ilya asks, fingers find Shane’s ear, thumb plays with his earlobe.
Shane nods, nods, bumps his lips against Ilya’s in a nuzzle and Ilya’s hand goes back to cupping Shane’s face, his thumb goes back to soothing Shane’s lips. Watches as Shane sighs happily.
“Sleep” Ilya urges, squeezes the arm wrapped around Shane’s waist, watches Shane’s eyes slip shut.
“Okay” Shane sighs and he’s tilting his chin up in the tiniest motion against the rub of Ilya’s thumb.
Ilya’s heart is horribly and sticky and thudding in his chest, adoration knows at his ribs and drips down the back of throat. His sweetheart, his soft thing, his heart really, his whole heart so gentle here where he exists with Ilya, his “Zaychik” Ilya barely says the word, feels it catch like how your throat clicks before you cry.
“Mm?” Shane hums and Ilya presses his face into the side of Shane’s head, exhales slowly.
“My Zaychik” Ilya whispers into his hair.
“Ty takaya milaya tol'ko dlya menya, pravda? Takaya krasivaya. Moyo serdtse. Ya khochu ukusit' tebya za shchochki, ya khochu snova zanyat'sya s toboy seksom, ya khochu dat' tebe usnut'. Mozhesh' spat', zaychik, vot tak, s moim bol'shim pal'tsem, so vsem moim telom.”
You’re so sweet just for me, aren’t you? So beautiful. My heart. I want to bite your cheeks, I want to have sex with you again, I want to let you sleep. You can sleep, bunny, like this, with my thumb, with my whole body
Ilya feels Shane’s tiny smile under his thumb, the happy sigh at Ilya speaking Russian. Even if he doesn’t know the words. Ilya know Shane loves when he speaks Russian freely around him.
Shane’s sleepy hand finds Ilya’s chest and pats, pats over his heart and Ilya knows, feels Shane slip into heavy sleep in his arms.
Shane asks in the morning, when they are saying another stupid goodbye against the door. Whispers the question, like it’s something private, asks “what is um zay- zaycherk? Zayek?” He tries to sound out the word, all jumbled and Ilya hooks his fingers in the front of Shane’s pants, pulls his hips in to his. Ilya needs to fuck his again. They barely have time for a few more kisses.
“Ah” Ilya nods. He should have known, his clever little boy, picks out words that he finds the sound of, words that Ilya coo to him, that he uses like names.
Ilya kisses Shane, long and slow, licks into his mouth like he can keep the taste of him with him for the next weeks apart. “Bunny” Ilya exhales as he pulls back, takes Shane’s face in his hand and squeezes once softly.
“Huh?” Shane asks, face all kissed and lovely and Ilya laughs.
“Means bunny, like you, cute little bunny” Ilya smirks and revels in the blush that pinks Shane’s cheeks, he wants to push up Shane’s hoodie so he can see it splotch on his chest too.
“You like hm?” Ilya says after a moment and Shane shrugs, tells him to shut up and oh he does like it Ilya realises, he really likes it. He calls Shane bunny, in English this time a week later during FaceTime sex and Shane cums so hard he goes out of frame, trembling.
Ilya can’t wipe the smirk off his face.
