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Ilya holding him still in this position and relentlessly pounding into him while shane just moans and trembles and takes it because he can’t do anything else
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Okay what I was gonnnn say! Like I do think sometimes Ilya gets like soppy emotional when he is like all the way in Shane’s throat. Like Ilya is laying on his back legs sprawled out on the bed and Shane is laid between then, his mouth on Ilya, his lips pressed to the soft skin of Ilya’s groin and his cock is just completely in Shane’s hot warm throat. He can feel the head of it in the movement of Shane’s eager swallows, the tight wet velvet of it, so dizzy good that it’s making Ilya’s chest pound pound pound hard in his chest, his temples, the sides of his neck. It makes his mouth starving, his eyelids heavy it makes his heart fucking ache because Shane loves this. Shane loves him Shane worships him with his mouth. His sweet boy. His love of his life, his completely cock obsessed angel. How on earth did Ilya get so lucky.
He’s got one hand on Shane’s cheek, pinky finger playing over his jaw, thumb by his strong nose, feeling the pull of his muscles as he sucks, the flush of hot skin under his palm. His other hand is fisted in the top of Shane’s silky smooth black hair, using it to press him deeper, deeper, pull him off a little bit when he sees Shane shiver with a gag he can’t swallow away.
They’ve been at it for longer than usual, this, longer than Ilya could usually last like this taken down by Shane’s throat, but he’d already cum twice inside shane before their shower. This slow dizzy blow job had been the result of their fumbling in bed post shower, all hands and kisses and Shane still pretty and soft and heavy lidded and all hands and a shape formed only under Ilya’s hands and eyes, following him like a magnet, drawn to his mouth, his eyes, his warmth. He’s all soft cheek smiles and grabby hands and happy hums and wriggles of his toes, happily fidgeting feet. He’s delayed laughter and snuggling closer closer.
It hadn’t taken much for Shane to nose and kiss his way down Ilya’s body, pushing him back and finding the heat half hardness of his cock with a happy sigh.
Ilya watches him now, hair haloed by the warm low light of the room, his big brown eyes pretty park and wet and and slides his thumb to the corner of Shane’s mouth, where it’s shiny and slick with spit. Sometimes Ilya wishes he could kiss him while he did this, over his face and the corners of his lips as he fed him his cock. So he does the next best thing and presses his thumb to the soft swollen pink corner of his mouth.
And Shane. Shane- his eyes flutter from where they had half closed, tear webbed lashes frame the warmth depth of them and Ilya’s cock throbs at the site of him. He’s truely so fucking beautiful. He tilts his head just so and parts his mouth impossibly the small stretch more and sucks in Ilya’s thumb into his mouth too. Like he could have been hungry for more of him, despite his mouth already being so full that saliva was pooling at Ilya’s base, in the dark hair around the base of his cock.
Ilya tightens his hand in Shane’s hair, arm shaking slightly as he just grips, tries to maintain any control he still has. “Fuck sweetheart” he whispers, voice in awe and Shane’s eyes light up with his words, watch Ilya like melted brown sugar and he fucking glows. He’s so fucking beautiful, so fucking happy to take Ilya, to be stretched to fit him. Ilya ruts his hips up and feels Shane swallow, feels his own cock drag against his thumb, both against Shane’s hot velvet tongue.
“You are so fucking perfect” Ilya breaths, lower stomach strains and he tugs his thumb at Shane’s cheek, watches his mouth pull open, watches his swollen puffy mouth move under his touch, the way Shane keens, moans around him.
“My perfect little thing” Ilya’s eyes are starving over Shane, tracing every detail of him over and over over. It’s unbelievable, this gorgeous boy in his bed this sweetheart slut who wants the most intimate part of Ilya to live on his tongue. Who only ever wants more. Needs Ilya, in a way that feels like home rather than taking. Home is here. Shane between his legs, swallowing his heartbeat.
Ilya keeps the slow fuck of his hips up and up and the sound is wet and drool starts slipping down his thumb, his wrist and Shane just rocks his head into it, moaning like it’s heaven, like it’s saviour. Ilya isn’t sure what life he lived- existed in- what incarnation of him was so pure as to be rewarded with this. Nothing feels possible of deserving it, besides it being what Shane needs.
Shane garbles around him, some kind of word he’s tried to form, and then he’s nuzzling down, pressing his nose to Ilya’s pubes and swallowing and Ilya’s cock throbs throbs throbs in his mouth so fucking heavy and full and Ilya could die like this, a sweet leech demanding his pleasure forever until he couldn’t give anymore.
“Shane, fuck sweetheart your mouth. Your mouth” Ilya can’t find better words, hand slides through Shane’s hair to the back of Shane’s neck and takes it firm in his wide dry palm, massaged and roughs at it in a way that makes Shane’s shoulder, body, sway with it.
Shane’s eyes are closed now, head low as he takes Ilya’s small thrusts and Ilya misses his face, his eyes, slides his thumb out of Shane’s mouth and smears the spit over the apple of a freckled cheeks, watches it shine under low light and wonders if it’s horrible to feel like a god like this, an angel at his feet, devout to him.
“Look at me zaychik” Ilya croons, pinching Shane’s cheek between his thumb and finger, making him work the keep the seal of his mouth on Ilya’s cock. Shane whines, low and he pulls back enough to look up at Ilya again, wet with fresh effort tears and Ilya thinks what a perfect tragedy he’ll be the only person in the world to know what that looks like, Shane Hollander getting everything he needs. How fucking beautiful he is, happy and relaxed and being needed, needing. Tied in to Ilya where they both belong, connected.
“You’re so beautiful bunny” Ilya sighs, draws his still wet thumb over Shane’s brows, down his nose, under his eye. “So beautiful with your cock” he coos, watches Shane’s cheeks glow dark red and Ilya rubs the back of his knuckles over the colour. Wishes he could spread it with his soft touch.
Shane blinks up at him, hazed and lovely and Ilya opens his hand on Shane’s face, slaps once, twice, gently, and then pushes his hand back to rub his fingers over Shane’s ear, thumb his earlobe, trace his jaw. Shane shivers, Ilya watches him roll his hips down into the bed and he lets the weight of his head lean heavy into Ilya’s palm.
“Fuck Shane. You love it” Ilya whimpers, throbs wet into Shane’s throat and he tenses his stomach to hold his orgasm. “Love me so good” Ilya feels insane, light headed, drunk on adoration, beauty, need. “Love my cock so good, bunny, again and again and again, you need me” Ilya shakes Shanes cheek gently. “Don’t you? Need me. My cock” he asks and Shane nods, his hand scrambles from its death grip on Ilya’s hip, searching and finds Ilya’s, fingers a desperate tangle.
“Need you too” Ilya nods, fucks his hips up in earnest, savours the sound of it, wet and messy and his own private prayer. “Need you too sweetheart, need you so bad fuck” Ilya is fraying, Shane’s eyes don’t leave his as his hips shake and shake and he’s driving his cock deep, deep, one hand gripping all over Shane’s head and neck before god and life and death and all the brilliant parts in between strike through the centre of him out out his cock he shoots thick and wet again and again and again, whispering out “I love you I love you I love you” in a mix of Russian and English, the sounds warping warm and colours low.
Shane pulls off with a small cough and Ilya is gathering him up, orgasm drunk and messy, pulling Shane up up until he can lick into his mouth, hands cradling his face, mouth sucking at Shane’s swollen mouth, hand rubbing down his back.
“Shane” he whispers into his mouth, hands all over him, his face, his neck, his shoulders, his ass, gripping, pulling. He feels insane. Can’t stop thinking of pretty brown eyes and a wet needy devotional mouth. Of the love of his life, of being someone else’s. Shane just kisses kisses kisses back, nuzzles his face into Ilya’s neck when he gets tired and finds Ilya’s thumb to his mouth, to suck at gently as they land back to earth.
I firmly believe that Ilya and Shane reveal their timeline to the Centaurs entirely by accident. Someone makes a comment in the locker room about how fucking horned up they are for each other. It's difficult not to notice the daily addition of new bruises and scratches and hickeys on both of their bodies and it's a well known fact that whoever ends up rooming next to them on the road will require industrial grade noise cancelling headphones. They've been living together for several years now and it doesn't seem to be slowing down at all. It's bordering on an intervention, the guys saying things like "honestly, it's worrying," and "how can two people have that much sex??"
Shane's actually the one to accidentally reveal the timeline, when he says "I mean, if you average it out by the seven years where we only saw each other a few times a year and the four years we were long-distance, we're probably still behind most couples."
The locker room falls silent for a few seconds before the whole team entirely loses their shit. "ELEVEN YEARS," "what the fuck, no, what the fuck," "since rookie season???" and the cat's out of the bag so Shane corrects them, "summer before." Meanwhile Ilya's just grinning maniacally in the corner, so pleased that Shane was the one to spill the beans because they were both sure Ilya would be the one to do it.
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They also specifically contacted members of the leather community, used them as models iirc, and donated $100k to Outright International. They talked the talk and walked the walk and put their money on it too. I don't really care that I can't afford and don't want this merch, I love to see my community getting the respect it deserves. Levi's said, "We make jeans which gays wear lots of jeans? Oh leather daddies? Let's call them."
I think Levi's donates to Outreach International every year too, as well as sponsoring pride events and other community support. They were offering Same Sex domestic partner benefits to employees in the 90s, and have been very public about their support for pro-lgbt legislation all through the 2000s.
So, you know, a giant corporation that walks the walk pretty consistently.
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I’m so tired of the “why do people hate aspecs, they aren’t doing anything?” argument. I know that it is an attempt to support us, but it fails so spectacularly to understand aromanticism, asexuality, and any other aspec identity that it’s actively frustrating.
We are doing something. We’re rejecting allonormative ideals and that’s a massive thing to do. We’re actively fighting not just to help other aspecs, but to help everyone, because amatonormativity (and allonormativity as a whole) hurt everyone. Single people who want to find a partner but can’t also deserve to be able to exist.
There are so many issues with the expectation of marriage, including:
A single income isn't enough to get by anymore
Having a spouse is almost necessary under the current medical system
Society shames and pressures people who are single to get into relationships constantly
Rejecting allonormativity means fighting against these things that hurt everyone.
So, no, aces and aros and other aspecs aren't "doing nothing." We're doing quite a lot.
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