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Ilya’s sprawling out on the dock when Shane emerges from the cottage, scrubbing a towel through his lake-wet hair. He hadn’t planned on getting in, but he’d chirped Ilya about not wearing enough sunscreen and Ilya had huffed and rolled his eyes which led to Shane punching his shoulder and then they were tussling and when Ilya went over the edge of the dock he made sure Shane followed. Shane insisted then on going inside to dry off, while Ilya let the sun do the work. 

Ilya loves days like this. They’ve spent most of the morning lazing about outside under a perfect, cloudless sky. The warmth of the sun burrows into Ilya’s body like it can root out any lingering chill of winter. The space it leaves behind Ilya fills with Shane. Shane’s freckles darkening after days in the sun. Shane’s face aglow in firelight, eyes crinkled in a smile. Shane sleep-warm and sated and curling a fist into Ilya’s shirt to keep him close. He stores them all up, deep in his chest.

Ilya feels Shane’s footsteps on the dock just in time to brace himself for the wet towel Shane drops on his face, an affectionate “asshole” quickly following. 

“You love me,” Ilya says, pulling off the towel to grin up at Shane. 

“Mmhm. You hungry?” 

“Starving,” Ilya says, wiggling his eyebrows just to make Shane laugh.

also ilysm

I've made myself cry thinking about how big their smiles must get when they see each other for the first time in a while...when they find each other in a crowded room or finally catch each other's eye somewhere after looking all over for each other..... and the worst part is we know what it probably looks like too because we have borne witness to it happening on multiple occasions ....

In light of some of the many things happening across the world this year, I thought this Pride Month needed a special illustration.

okay, maybe they're actually alone in some sort of hotel room somewhere. it's been a long day, maybe interviews and promo and stuff idk. and they're just chatting, in my mind, they're both sitting on the same bed, legs overlapping with each others, and hudson's like playing with connor's fingers, becausethey're holding hands and they're both sleepy enough that everything is a little silly. and hudson says something, idk what but it's sort of bragging, and connor jokes, like, "you have a big mouth" and hudson, just mind blanked out, focused on how connor's big fingers feels slipping between his own, says "you have a big hand" without even thinking, and then they just both freeze. connor laughs, eventually, a little strained. "bigger than your mouth?" and hudson's like, "i don't know." and well, it's the next logical step, isn't it?

connor doesn't really ease hudson into it, four fingers on the edge hudson's tongue. he spreads them out to strech his lips a little. hudson's face heats up as connor slowly pushes them in. and this is should be weird, but it's not like they've never had hands in each other's mouths before, so they both just let it happen. connor pushes his hand in more, pets the end of hudson's tongue, and hudson gags, maybe, just a little. but it all fits.

"i think your mouth is bigger," connor says, and hudson's mouth is too full to protest, but when connor goes to pulls out, his hand only makes it halfway before hudson makes a pathetic sort of noise, so connor pushes back it, fucks his hand back into hudson's mouth.

and hudson moans now, helpless to it, and it's embarrassing, but he can't hide from it, not when connor's entire hand in his mouth, thumb pressed to the edge of his lip as he splays out his fingers to press against the inside of his cheeks.

"you like this?" connor asks, but it's only half a question, he doesn't wait for a response before pulling his hand out to fuck it back in. hudson gags a little, as he gets used to the rythmn of it, but soon they both lose themselves a little, the sensation of hudson's wet mouth around connor's big hands filling him up. hudson can't say anything, can't do anything but keep his mouth open for him. they're both hard. when connor finally pulls his hand out, string of spit still connecting them, hand soaking wet with it, they can barely look at each other in the eye for a moment, the room feeling small. but when their gaze finally meets... well, they see their own want reflected in the other's eyes

okay that's all ty for letting me rpf in ur askbox. i cant rpf on main until i've Unlocked my Hudcon truth, at which case i'll emerge fully formed with an actual polished fanfic loll. ily 🫶

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jesus fucking christ oh my fukcdjhujidkmfnhvujsdnfsd oh myogfidb. im Melting. i am Dying. holy FUCK

aahhh yeah for sure!

i think this would be fun if they were still in the situationship era when things are definitely heating up and becoming more serious [as if it was ever anything but. but you know] but before rose and before they actually WERE like consciously serious about each other.

i am picturing the scene during the my moon my man sequence where ilya's railing shane from behind on the couch. shane is getting dicked down so good, his brain is hazy, eyes glazed, mouth hanging open as he makes a little "uh uh uh" sound with each movement Ilya makes.

"so good for me, hollander. so cock drunk like a good fucking slut, yes? my greedy little bitch, wanted it so bad you got fucking dumb from this cock."

"yeah, love it." shane gasps, speaking during a particularly hard thrust.

"mm you love what, kisa? tell me."

and it slips out before he can even think. he has no idea why it even popped into his head, but it was too late. "love your fucking dick, daddy. feels so fucking good, fuck"

shane wanted to die, there's no way to talk himself out of this. he opened his mouth to start trying to backtrack, say he was sorry for saying something so weird. but before he could, ilya groaned loudly and started slamming into him erratically.

and i think that would be something hudcon would do. casually. on set. connor pushing more and more of his hand into hudson's mouth. just to see how much hudson could fit...

first time Really rpfing here kinda nervous