tbh myshane doesn't like when ilya calls him "Hollander." It takes him back to those early days, but not in a good way. soooOOooo here is switchy shane becoming a power bottom over being called "Hollander" one too many times.
Shane matches Ilya’s roughness and leaves a trail of little bites and hickeys down his neck. He uses his fingernails to dig parallel lines on Ilya’s pecs, watching the skin turn white then red under his movement. He licks the man’s abs and then bites hard enough to leave an indent the shape of his four front teeth.
This seems to wake something within Ilya, who flips them over in a flash and brings his own mouth down against Shane’s neck, sucking and biting and moaning into the warm skin.
Ilya presses their bodies together, their cocks rutting and spreading the pre-cum leaking between them. Then it’s the normal wind-up, lube and condoms and fingers and moans and “okay please I’m ready please.”
The moment Ilya thrusts inside of him, he lets out a deep, “Fuuuck, Hollander,” and Shane stills. It’s the third time Ilya has called him by his last name in as many days.
“Stop,” Shane says, and of course Ilya does. He pulls out and looks concerned.
“Everything okay?” Ilya asks, his brow furrowed.
“Lay down,” Shane demands, gesturing toward the bed. Ilya complies.
Shane uses the headboard for stability as he straddles Ilya and then sinks down onto his hard cock. He groans at the pressure. “You can’t-” Shane starts, gathering his thoughts. The clash of anger with horniness is making his brain spin. “You can’t fuck me while calling me that. Okay? I’m not Hollander to you.”
“Shane,” Ilya moans immediately, the name sounding so perfect on his tongue.
Shane grinds his hips down, rewarding Ilya for correcting himself. “Exactly,” he says. He sinks down until he can practically see the tip of Ilya’s cock through his own abdomen, so full of him, so content. When he looks down, Ilya’s eyes are pressed shut in a blissful expression, his arms tense as he holds Shane’s hips and helps him thrust. Shane uses his own hands to take Ilya’s off of him and pin them against the headboard.
“You can call me slut,” Shane moans, filling himself up over and over again with Ilya. “Or cumslut, or baby, or hole.” He moves faster, thrilled at the control he has at this moment. “But not my fucking last name. Okay, Rozanov?”
Ilya nods, his eyes still shut. His moans and the way he’s jerking his hips, the only part of his body in his own control right now, confirm that he’s enjoying this little switch up.
“Look at me,” Shane demands.
And Ilya finally opens his wide blue eyes, filled to the brim with lust. “Fuck, Shane,” he moans as they stare at each other, their bodies moving in tandem.
“Look me in the eyes while you cum inside me,” Shane says. His hands are still holding Ilya’s arms down, but he moves one to cup the other man’s face. It’s not long before Ilya is crying out, his cock pulsing in a way that makes Shane spill all over Ilya’s stomach.
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