I like you because you join in on my weirdness

“You were amazing tonight,” Shane murmurs, not sure what to talk about now that they are back here again. It’s not as though they had chatted a lot the last time.

Ilya shrugs, but Shane sees a spark in his eye at the praise. “Was easy, Buffalo is shit.”

“Yeah, so is their team,” Shane jokes.

Ilya laughs, takes another drink from his glass, downing it this time. “I want to fuck you tonight,” he declares when he’s done.

Shane is in the middle of his own sip when Ilya says it, and Shane immediately chokes, the harsh soda going down the wrong pipe. He coughs continuously, tears streaming down his cheeks, for a minute while Ilya pats his back. Shane takes a shuddering breath in once his lungs have calmed down. Ilya had removed their glasses during the cough attack, and now he wipes away the tear trails along Shane’s face.

“Is that okay?” he murmurs, eyes locked on Shane’s.

Shane nods eagerly, not trusting his voice.

“Say it,” Ilya orders. “I want to hear you say it.”

Shane swallows, clears his throat. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispers. “I want to be yours. Want you to be my first.”

Ilya’s entire body shudders at Shane’s words. “My Shane,” he traces Shane’s jaw. “My toy, no one else gets to play with.”

“Yours,” Shane repeats. 

Then, feeling bold, he crashes his lips against Ilya’s mouth. He can tell Ilya is a little caught off guard, but very quickly Ilya takes control and presses his tongue inside. Shane tries to keep up, dragging his tongue along Ilya’s, but mostly he lets Ilya take what he wants and goes along with the ride.

“Da, you are mine,” Ilya growls as he finally pulls away from Shane’s lips. “You will come to all my games. I will pay for tickets. I will pay for travel, whatever you need. My own personal cheerleader. I will buy personalized uniform and I will fuck you in it until all you know is my name. My Shane. My toy. My perfect hole, made just for me. Made to worship me.”

Shane whines and nods his head, begging,  “Yes, fuck yes. I want that. I’m your biggest fan, need to prove it to you. Please let me prove it to you.”

“Get on my bed,” Ilya commands. “No clothes.”

Shane nods again, knows he looks too eager but can’t care. Ilya Rozanov wants to fuck him! Wants to keep fucking him!! He starts toward the bedroom, but turns back almost immediately to plant another kiss on Ilya’s unprepared lips. It’s more of a smack than a sexy kiss, but Shane can’t help himself. And it causes Ilya to groan loudly, so Shane can’t find any embarrassment in his actions.

Smiling shyly now, Shane turns again, to get himself naked and back on Ilya’s plush bed. Ilya smacks his ass before he’s out of reach and Shane giggles and peaks behind him to see Ilya’s bold smile and lustful eyes. 

“Bed,” Ilya repeats. And Shane won’t have to be told a third time. 

He basically skips into the bedroom, Ilya’s footsteps trailing behind him. He shucks off his shirt as he walks, folding it as best he can and draping it over the couch as he passes the living room. Ilya is on him in a second, groping him from behind. Ilya’s hands find their way to Shane’s chest, tweaking his nipples while he bites Shane’s neck. Shane moans, “Need to get on your bed.” Tries to squirm out of Ilya’s hold so he can do as Ilya had told him.

Ilya holds him tightly. “Mmm, my good boy wants to follow directions?”

Shane strains in his arms, tears prick his eyes. “Yes, please sir. Want to be good.”

“God,” Ilya moans. “Like you were made for me.” And he finally releases Shane.

Shane runs to the bedroom, throwing items of clothing off as he goes, almost tripping over his own pants in the process. He no longer cares about folding his clothes, he can stress about that after he’s had Ilya Rozanov’s dick in his ass. Finally he lands in a naked heap on the bed, having practically launched himself there. And Ilya is on him in seconds.

Ilya plants kisses all along his body, climbing up from his chest, over his nipples, to his throat. “You forgot about socks, but I will forgive you this time,” Ilya murmurs against his throat.

Shane doesn't have time to hate himself for the mistake because Ilya, quick as lightning, shoves him further up the bed, splays his legs apart and puts his mouth directly to Shane’s hole. Shane cries out, he’s never felt anything like this. He’s never even experienced a blow job. A hand job, either if he’s keeping track. There had only even been kisses before Ilya. And those were so few and far between, not to mention unsatisfying.

But this, the feeling of Ilya lapping at him, breaching him open with his hot wet tongue is something he has certainly never come close to feeling. For the second time that night, Shane worries he is going to come before he wants to. Ilya is making a mess, Shane can feel the wetness between his thighs, can feel it soaking the bed under his ass. Ilya collects some with his hand, and suddenly Shane can cross hand job off his list. 

“Oh fuck, Ilya, fuck,” Shane cries, his eyes going crossed as he pulls himself back from the edge of coming with sheer force of will alone.

Ilya begins fucking Shane with his tongue and matches the motions with his hand. Shane can hardly remember to breathe, the euphoric feeling washes over him over and over again.

“Ilya, please,” Shane begs, “Gonna come soon. Want you in me. Wanna come on your cock.”

Ilya’s mouth is off him immediately, his hand grips the base of Shane’s dick and it stalls his orgasm immediately. “Okay sweetheart,” Ilya smiles, face wet with spit, “I will fuck you then.”

Shane lets a dry sob shudder out of him as he nods happily. His body had been tensed for orgasm, but now he relaxes, becomes boneless as Ilya reaches over him to pull out what must be lube from the bedside table. 

Shane arches off the bed as Ilya presses two lubed fingers into his tongue loosened hole. Ilya isn’t gentle and Shane is happy for it. He wants Ilya in him now, and anything to make that happen as quickly as possible is what he wants. Shane feels the stretch and the burn as Ilya works in a third and then fourth finger but it all blends together in the ecstasy of having Ilya inside him.

“M’good,” Shane slurs after a couple minutes. “Please, fuck me. Ilya, please.”

Ilya sucks and bites his neck hard enough for Shane to know he’ll have a dark bruise there tomorrow. Good. He wants any and all memories of tonight to stick around. He wonders briefly if there is a way to tattoo the hickey onto him forever. Ilya breaks him from the thought by pulling all of his fingers out in one go.

Shane bemoans the loss but Ilya quiets him by pushing his hard cock against his entrance. Shane tries to push himself down, desperate for it to fill him up. “Such a needy little thing,” Ilya murmurs. But he must need it too, because he presses into Shane. He goes slow and Shane is swearing and begging for him to move faster by the time he’s settled to the hilt.

Ilya stays buried in him for a minute, choosing to kiss Shane languidly first. It’s not until Shane is whimpering into his mouth that Ilya finally moves. He’s more gentle than Shane expects, and pulls out slowly before thrusting back inside slowly. 

“Harder,” Shane begs. “Wanna feel it tomorrow.”

Ilya groans and picks up the pace, hoisting Shane’s legs up higher so he can fuck into him deeper. Shane keeps his eyes locked onto Ilya, watches his face, red with exertion and concentration. He’s beautiful, curls damp with sweat, eyes glazed with lust. Lust for Shane. 

It’s the knowledge that Ilya is this far gone because of him that has Shane careening toward orgasm. “Can I come?” he cries, “Please.”

“Fuck, yes,” Ilya growls, his pace increasing. “Of course you can, good boy, you ask so nicely.”

And Shane smiles as he comes, split in two on Ilya’s cock, praise flooding through his body. Time ceases to exist, all there is is Ilya. And pleasure. Lots of both. Shane hears Ilya cursing above him, can feel his rhythm stuttering through the waves of ecstasy.

Ilya moans loudly and stills, liquidy warmth blossoms inside Shane as Ilya shakes above him, buried deep inside. Ilya crashes onto Shane as the aftershocks of his orgasm overtake him. Shane likes the feeling of being pinned down by Ilya. With the last of his energy, he reaches his arm to rest on Ilya’s back. Caresses him as Ilya steadies his breathing.

When Ilya pulls out, Shane feels warmth leaking out of him. He reaches down to feel sticky cum dripping from his asshole. “You came in me?” he asks with wide, eager eyes.

Ilya leans down to kiss him. “Yes, is okay I hope,” he breathes against Shane’s lips.

Shane sighs happily, “More than okay.” And it is. He trusts Ilya to keep him safe. “Maybe you got me pregnant,” he says dreamily.

Ilya’s eyes darken, “If I didn't, we will just have to keep trying. Would you like that?” Ilya presses his hand to Shane’s lower abdomen, “Fill you up with my babies?”

Shane nods, sleep fraying the edges of his vision until all he can see is Ilya. “Yes, would do anything for you. Want to make you happy.”