Emonizzle

A Hollanovaas fic by Emonizzle

​​Luca sat by the side of the bed in a chair meticulously placed for his enjoyment. His fingers tapped the chair's arm, one by one in a slow, heavy rhythm. He watched as Shane prepared the space. He was shirtless, a vision he had seen many times and had tried not to look twice at in the locker rooms. They both knew that he wasn't the sole reason Luca was there.

Luca's breath hitched lightly as Ilya opened the door. As he walked in, lightly clothed and hair pushed back in a curly mess, Luca couldn't help but watch him intently. He hopped on the bed, disrupting the smoothed surface that Shane had just made. 

"Ilya!" Shane huffed, shooting a look at Ilya that was met with a playful smile. Shane tried to maintain his grief, but the way Ilya leaned back against the bed made his heart thump. 

"What're you still getting ready for? Get over here." 

Luca watched as Shane crawled on top of Ilya and connected their lips. He pursed his lips as he watched Ilya's hands smooth over Shane's back, then slide down to his loosely fitting pants.

"You're feeling eager," Shane hummed through their kiss. "Mmh... Maybe I'm just tired of waiting. I know you like being watched," Ilya said as he squeezed Shane's ass through the fabric.

The barely audible whispers between them only elated Luca further. He leaned back into the chair, a pleasant flush of blood running to his erection. 

Ilya’s fingers worked under the band of Shane’s sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to show off his ass. He watched as Shane placed gentle kisses on his neck, then his cheek. Luca’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he heard a soft moan get pulled from Ilya’s lips. He never thought he’d hear Ilya make that sound, let alone five feet in front of him with his hands groping Shane Hollander’s asscheeks like his life depended on it.

Luca adjusted his seat in his chair, his jeans becoming tauter than he was comfortable with. He let his legs spread wide open as he leaned back into the chair, prickles of pleasure running along his arms and neck.

Ilya hadn’t even looked once over at Luca, and for some reason, that made him want him even more. He had spent so much of his youth and career trying to be seen, to make sure that he didn’t get swept aside, that the feeling of desiring it was a foreign entity in his veins.

Ilya grabbed Shane by the shoulders and flipped them over, barely breaking the kiss that they held. He began kissing down Shane’s stomach, leaving a wet, glistening trail that electrified Luca’s dick.

He watched as Ilya pulled Shane’s sweatpants and boxers down, bunching them around his knees. He began placing lazy kisses around Shane’s cock, now free to be seen.

Luca had seen it in the locker room before, but that was when it was soft, tame. In this moment, he felt insane, like his skin was going to jump off his body if he didn’t find out what that beautiful brick felt like in his mouth.

And the moans. God, the moans. They were vibrating through Luca’s skull as he could do nothing but watch the strong Russian take his husband apart piece by piece.

“Fuck, baby,” Shane purred as Ilya took him into his mouth. He clutched onto the bedsheets, tugging them toward him as Ilya’s bobbing sped up. 

Luca squirmed- his core clenched as he grabbed the arms of the chair he was confined to. His arms tingled as the hair stood on end. He all but let a moan spill from his lips.

He felt himself leak in his pants slightly, fighting to maintain composure with a deep breath.

Luca's cheeks flushed as he watched Ilya open Shane up. He was moaning and humming, and each plunge and split of his fingers was met with an eager chirp from Shane. 

He wondered how long he could manage to put off touching himself- if he could manage to survive how badly his cock screamed for attention. 

"Oh yes, fuck Ilya," Shane squirmed, his hips bucking up and tensing. "You ready?" Ilya asked, presumably rubbing circles on Shane's prostate based on his reaction. "Fuck. Fuck, yes."

The stutter of Shane's voice sent a piercing twinge through Luca. What could be the harm of a little touching? He ran a finger across the taut fabric of his jeans, the sensation enough to draw a moan from his lips.

He ran his finger back over the spot, barely grazing the surface, yet sending shivers down his spine. He watched as Ilya kissed Shane's stomach, then down his leg. Each kiss made Shane's hard dick bob slightly. "God, I need you," Shane whispered. 

"Mmh, patient, boy. You'll get me soon enough."

Ilya stripped the rest of Shane’s sweatpants off, throwing them aside unceremoniously. Luca’s eyes ravished Shane’s body- his beet red face, his alarmingly hard cock weeping precum, spit glistening over his body, mixing with the sheen of sweat that began to form.

Luca hadn't often seen this side of Shane. He was well acquainted with the oozing sexual energy Ilya provided, but when Ilya had Shane right where he wanted him, he was stunning.

Luca cursed under his breath as he watched Ilya tug off his pants, then his boxers. He gave a few lazy strokes to his shaft before turning his attention back to Shane. They had been married for years, yet they still found a way to make it seem like it was still their honeymoon phase. 

Luca had to imagine the intoxicating power of knowing someone was watching, yet disregarding their existence. He felt like a dog, cast aside and forced to watch rather than play with his friends. 

"You want it? Or do you wanna use me as your finale?" Ilya asked as he patted his dick near Shane's entrance. "I want you, now," Shane whispered, his words hanging heavy as if he didn't know whether his choice was real or if Ilya was gonna do whatever he wanted regardless.

"As you wish, pretty boy," Ilya grinned as he grabbed the lube. Ilya's back was facing Luca at this point, but he knew he was slathering his shaft with the slick. He took his time, leaning his head back as he let a soft moan out.

Shane's eyes were transfixed on him, pink-cheeked and heavy-breathing. "God, you're so pretty like that," he heard Ilya say, the grin on his face audible in his voice.

He leaned down and whispered in his ear, making Shane's eyes dart over to Luca for the first time. His eyes scoured Luca's complete form, still lazily drawing lines across his crotch. "Lightly..." Shane responded to the question that he presumed Ilya had asked. 

He could only assume that Ilya was asking if Luca was touching himself. It took all of his restraint not to shove his fist into his pants and satisfy himself.

"T-take your pants off," Shane stuttered, still looking at Luca, speaking as if commanded. Luca nodded, then slinked his jeans down and kicked them to the side. 

He heard Ilya whisper again, but couldn't make it out. He saw Shane smile, then look him up and down. "Very, very hard."

Luca couldn't help but be proud of himself for that moment, letting his erection jut upward in his boxers. Shane's eyes fixated on the bulge, widening as Ilya began pushing into him. He let out a throaty moan as his eyes slowly shut.

"Oh yeah, Ilya..." 

Luca watched as Ilya sank into him, then petted his hair with appreciation. He paused for a moment to let Shane account for his size before pulling out slightly and pushing back in. 

Luca wasn't sure the last time he had felt this satisfied in a cuck chair. It was normally his least favorite position in the room- but this time was different.

He had spent so many years imagining what these two would look like together that the bliss of finding out was more satisfying than he expected.

He reached down and lazily began to stroke himself, losing the battle with himself on holding out on touching. Whines erupted from Shane's mouth as his feet tapped Ilya's back, whose rhythm sped up significantly. Luca watched as his hips snapped toward Shane, how his ass flexed on impact, how his balls slapped against Shane.

He wanted in. He was done being excluded.

As if he knew just what Luca was thinking, Ilya spoke. "Haas... Get over here and give Shane something to suck on."

Luca grinned as he stood, then pulled down his boxers. "Yes, sir," he beamed. He walked over to the side of the bed, his erection standing proud between his legs.

Shane's eyes trailed along his body, settling on the rosy tip of his cockhead, lightly sheathed by foreskin, as it approached him. “How do you want me, sir?” Luca asked, his voice giving away his nerves before he could stifle it. 

Ilya deliberated for a moment, looking to the side as his eyes darted across the room in thought. “You stay there.” Ilya quickly pulled out of Shane, making him hum wistfully.

He shifted Shane sideways across the bed, twisting him by the hips with more ease than Luca thought was possible for a nearly 200-pound man. And Shane just took it, easily sliding across the silky sheets and letting his head dangle off the edge of the bed Luca was standing next to.

Ilya placed himself back between Shane’s legs, effortlessly slipping each of Shane’s legs over his shoulders and walking his knees closer to Shane.

“Open,” Ilya commanded, and without a second thought passing behind his eyelids, Shane’s mouth fell open with a wet slide. 

Then, for the first time all night, Ilya looked at Luca. Like, really looked at him. Luca’s eyes were wide as he met his gaze, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed extra spit. Ilya looked down at his dick, then back up to his eyes, tearing him apart like it was his full-time job. 

Fuck, Luca would love to apply for that position, readily stripped nude by Ilya’s gaze alone. Ilya tilted his head up, gesturing for him to take advantage of the warm mouth in front of him.

He had never had his dick sucked upside down before, but the way that Shane eagerly stuck his tongue out had suggested he was practiced in this position. He stepped closer and edged his tip into Shane’s mouth, greeted by warmth and a hummed moan as his lips closed down on him.

Luca’s cheeks flushed as he watched Shane working on him. His hand fell to Shane’s cheek, gently holding it as he worked his tongue around his tip. His attention was grabbed by Ilya’s arm moving, working steadily over his shaft as his eyes were trained on Shane’s lips around Luca’s cock.

That sight alone sent a twinge through Luca’s body, zapping him down to the bottom of his feet. He was the reason that Ilya Rozanov was touching himself. Well, he and his fucking husband, but Luca chose to ignore that part for now.

“Shit,” Luca hissed, stomach folding forward as Shane’s tongue pressed into his slit lightly. That earned a huff of laughter from Ilya, who was shifting himself closer to Shane’s entrance.

Luca dropped his other hand to hold the back of Shane’s head and bear his weight. Shane hummed as he relaxed his neck and brought his hand to Luca’s hip. Shane choked around Luca’s cock, making him pull back slightly. 

“Put it back in,” Ilya gruffed, making Luca shift his worried gaze to Ilya’s pink cheeks, then his cock as it sank into Shane’s entrance.

Shane took gasping breaths until Luca pressed his cock back past his lips. “He likes choking on cock, the slut.” Ilya’s words were like a fly trap, so alluring that you couldn’t tell you were entranced until you were too far in to stop.

But, God, Luca didn’t ever want to stop. If Shane and Ilya were a venus fly trap, he wanted nothing more than to be swallowed by their warmth and dissolve into their spit.

He let out a choked moan as Shane swallowed on his cock, gripping the back of his hair tight enough to make him whine. 

“God, Shane. Your tongue…” Luca’s voice trailed off as his head fell back, wrapped with the warm pleasure rippling through his body. 

Shane’s moans were stifled on Luca’s cock, each thrust on Ilya’s side pushing it further down his throat. Shane’s other hand snapped to Luca’s hip, pulling him closer in time with Ilya’s pervasion.

Luca’s eyes were trained on the bulge of Shane’s throat as his dick filled the space. He let out a shuddered moan and went to steal a glance at Ilya. When he flicked his eyes up, he was startled to see Ilya already staring at him- pink-cheeked, half-lidded eyes, mouth open ever so slightly as he rutted his hips into Shane.

Luca felt fucked raw, like every dark, perverted fantasy he’d ever had about the pair- about Ilya- had been splayed out on the bed in front of him. Ilya’s lips turned up to a degrading smile, Luca’s gaze now transfixed on him as he slid his hands down Shane’s thighs to his hips. 

“Shane, drop it.” Instantly, Shane’s hands fell from Luca’s hips as he pulled off with a pop. “Good boy,” Ilya said, then added what he could only think was a Russian praise, because Shane was glowing.

With, again, what Luca thought was too much ease, he hauled Shane backward on the bed to be in his lap, head no longer hanging over the edge of the bed precariously. 

He pressed back into Shane with a grunt. Ilya then leaned down and crowded Shane’s space, pressing his lips against his husband's in a possessive, hungry kiss.

Luca could do nothing but stand by, watch, and listen to the Russian words Ilya was whispering. 

Shane nodded along, then responded in Russian. Why was this almost sexier than if they had just been talking dirty in English? 

Ilya looked up at Luca, a grin on his lips as he muttered another Russian phrase, making Shane’s eyes dart to him as well.

Luca let out a controlled breath as he stood tall, presenting himself like an offering, like a show dog, ready to be walked around and made to do tricks.

Ilya planted one more hungry kiss on Shane’s lips before he leaned back onto his heels again. 

“Get on the bed.”

Luca immediately complied, knees sinking into the mattress under his weight. He sat back on his heels, matching Ilya’s posture as he faced Shane. 

“You followed the instructions Shane sent you, yes?” 

“To the letter.”

“Mh…” Ilya hummed, and Shane nodded. “I’m very particular about what goes into moy Shanya’s mouth.”

Luca felt a gush of blood rush down to his cock as he nodded desperately. “I’m glad I made the cut,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“Mh. Yes. Me too,” Ilya cooed, his saccharine voice pulling Luca in further. “Haas. Go ahead and straddle him. Be gentle.” 

Luca went to shift his weight over Shane, hips pointing to his face, when he was startled by a laugh, then “aah, no.” 

Luca’s eyes went wide. How could he have misinterpreted what he said? His mouth opened to speak, to apologize for a reason Luca wasn't sure of.

“Ilya, stop bullying him,” Shane grinned, looking over at Luca with adoration. “He’s just a little golden retriever,” he added, running his hand down Luca’s hair-covered thigh. 

“Was not being mean. I should have been more clear. Luca, you can face me, please,” Ilya brought his hand to Luca’s cheek, caressing it with intention. “I- Yes, sir,” Luca choked out, shifting his weight before bringing his leg up and over his chest. 

He settled onto Shane’s chest, still holding most of his weight in his carved thighs. “C’mon. Really sit on him. He’s a big boy; he can take it. Isn’t that right, moy printcessa?” 

“Yes, sir. I can take it.” “See, even he says so. Get comfortable, Kotonok.” As Luca slightly settled, Ilya’s eyes widened as if he realized something. 

“Ah, before you get too comfortable, can you scootch back a little? Get your ass right up to his face for me, Kotonok.”

The nickname made Luca’s dick twitch with desire. He softly shimmied back, feeling Shane’s hands run over his asscheeks. He stifled a moan as he felt Shane press his lips to each of his cheeks with wet kisses. He leaned forward, relaxing more of his weight onto Shane’s chest, and earned a hummed praise from Shane. 

Ilya rocked his hips ever so slightly into Shane, making him squirm under Luca’s mass. “C’mere, Kotonok,” Ilya said, pulling Luca’s face toward his chest. He nuzzled into the chest hair, finally letting the rest of his weight settle onto Shane as he felt his tongue press against his rim.

“That’s right, Luca. Let my boy take care of you,” Ilya cooed, weaseling his fingers into Luca’s blonde hair. For the first time all night, Luca let out a proper moan.

His dick was impossibly stiff against Shane’s stomach, bobbing up and tapping back down with the occasional flutter of his tongue.

“Oh my God,” Luca huffed as he felt Shane’s tongue push past his rim. “Good boys… You are both being such good boys for me,” Ilya grunted, his hips rocking slowly, but steadily, into Shane. 

He placed a kiss atop Luca’s head, making him melt further into his chest. Ilya grabbed Luca’s cheeks and tilted his head back to meet his eyes. 

As if an impossibly coordinated attack, Shane brought slicked fingers to Luca’s entrance and pressed an inch in. Luca gasped widely, his eyes struggling to stay open from Shane’s warm mouth on his taint. 

Without breaking eye contact with Luca, he reached down and began stroking Shane’s desperate-to-be-pleased cock. “Good boy, malysh.” 

Ilya leaned forward and connected his lips to Luca’s, melting him from the inside out. Luca was convinced he could die happily in this moment. Ilya’s tongue was so warm against his. He kissed with an intensity that Luca wasn’t sure he could ever match.

But he tried his best. He brought a hand up to Ilya’s chest, grabbing his pec firmly. Ilya hummed, then grabbed Luca’s hand and brought it down to Shane’s dick. 

“Take care of him for me, Kotonok. Will you?” Ilya said between kisses. Luca nodded drunkenly, slowly jerking him as he looked in Ilya’s eyes.

“Oh fuck,” Shane moaned, leaning his head back for a moment as he squirmed into Luca’s grasp.

“Good kitten. So pretty when you do as I say,” Ilya leaned back and adjusted his grip on Shane’s thighs and snapped his hips forward.

“Don’t let him cum. If I tell you to squeeze, you know what to do.”  Luca nodded as Shane continued moaning loudly.

Ilya harped something out in Russian. The only thing Luca had been able to follow was the petnames he was familiar with from group hangouts. This time was “my sunshine” if he remembered correctly.

“Da, ser,” Shane responded in Russian, cadence indistinguishable from his “yes, sir”, then immediately returned his lips to Luca’s ass. “Fuck,” Luca whined, hanging his head down in pleasure. 

Shane’s shaky fingers kept pumping into Luca’s ass as he hummed moans around Luca’s balls.

As Luca made a long stride up Shane’s cock, he was met with a puddle of precum working its way down the side of his tip. He caught a moan in his throat as he spread it down the rest of his shaft. 

A few meek strokes later, and there was another stream of precum dripping down to his chest and pooling in his pristinely groomed pubes. 

“Holy shit, Shane. Fuck, Ilya, he’s so wet. Is he gonna…?” Luca looked up to Ilya, who was wearing a knowing grin. 

“Нет,” he started, the roll of his hips into Shane unrelenting, “not yet. His cock just likes to cry as much as he does after he loses a game.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shane groaned, his dick pushing out another bead onto his stomach.

“Is good thing he is so gay. He could get every woman pregnant with that much precum.”

“Oh my God,” Shane leaned his head back in defeat, still working his fingers to open Luca up. Ilya leaned in closer to Luca, his lips ghosting his earlobe.

“Might want to watch out, Haas. You might be carrying Shane’s baby by the end of the night.” 

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Luca’s own cock beaded precum at that thought. Before he could recover from the dizzying image of carrying Shane and Ilya’s child, Ilya had fully pulled away. Shane whined at the cold air hitting his sensitive hole, and Luca wanted to do nothing more than warm him up himself.

“Clean his cock up for me, hm?” Ilya demanded more than requested, and Luca nodded, eyes trailing Ilya as he got up and stretched. 

As Luca leaned down and took Shane in his mouth, his tongue was delighted by the salty-sweet taste of Shane’s cum. He lapped the stiff surface greedily, desperate to clean off every drip he could get his tongue on.

“Fuck!” Luca gasped against Shane's dick as he felt a second pair of hands run across the warmth of his ass. His entire body tightened, ass clenching hard against Sh==ane’s fingers as he felt a bead of spit hit his entrance with thrilling accuracy.

Luca arched his back into their grasp as he continued bobbing his head ferociously. Then Ilya’s tongue was running across his asscheeks, spit being worked in by Shane’s thrusting fingers.

Luca hummed a sob around Shane’s dick, pulling his head back enough to suck prominently on his tip. “Oh yeah, Luca… Just like that,” he cried, cock letting out three spurts of precum on Luca’s tongue. 

After a few more throaty moans, and Ilya’s movement completely ceasing on his ass, he got the cue.

“Haas. Squeeze.”

He pulled his mouth off Shane’s cock and squeezed the base of his shaft with an intense grip. “Agh, fuck! Fuck! Oh my God!” Shane bucked his hips up, dribbles of precum trickling down to pool on Luca’s thumb.

Luca was breathless. He looked at Shane’s weeping erection with dedicated concentration. He felt hypnotized as Shane’s squirming lessened, hips still bucking up into his grasp with an electric current. It was only when Shane let out a relieved sigh that Ilya resumed his light kisses on Luca’s ass. It was then that a realization shook Luca’s core.

Just finished this edit. I hope you like it :)

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