a loon?

shane, immediately:

they spend the entire day together in ilya's new ottawa place and its perfect. the closest thing that they can get to domesticity right now and the night is, of course, ended with sex that ultimately starts on the couch but eventually makes its way to the bed. he fucks shane chest to chest for a while, if at all, just a slow moving of his hips as they both hold onto each other and shane is murmuring his butchered attempt at i love you in russian into ilya's skin and he can't help but laugh at how fucking endearing it is but suddenly his eyes are burning and he quickly blinks the emotion away as he pats at shane's thigh and tells him to roll over. the muscle memory is so easy as they move together and there's only a momentary loss before ilya is pushing back inside shane and reaching for the hand that shane offers him, fingers intertwined with one hand as he holds shane's hip tight with the other.

shane is beyond blissed out, his eyes closed as he moans loudly into ilya's bedsheets and there's a brief feeling of never wanting this to end that strikes ilya before the tears are spilling and he can't stop it. it isn't gradual either. he can't remember the last time he's felt this overwhelmed and then a sob slips out and shane notices almost immediately and nearly leaps from ilya to attempt to face him but ilya shakes his head insistently, "fine—i'm fine, shane," he tells him shakily. he can tell shane doesn't really believe him so he instead motions for shane to sit more upright, back to ilya's chest as he's practically sat in ilya's lap as he sniffles and cries into shane's shoulder. shane is trying his best to comfort him too, bicep curled behind him to nudge ilya into the bend of his elbow and he can run his fingers through ilya's curls.

shane can feel the wetness of ilya's tears on his skin and the hiccuping sobs but he's still there, giving shane everything he needs and it doesn't take long before he's coming over ilya's hand where he's gripping shane's dick while pressing kisses against his spine and comes with a soft, broken noise inside of shane. there's a long pause of their paired breathing before ilya sniffles and peaks his head up and allows shane to look at him over his shoulder.

"i'm very ugly crier," ilya tells him, "i...i don't know why..."

"no, no, ilya," shane comforts him, "baby, it's okay,"

and at that ilya can't help but frown again, his forehead slumping against shane's shoulder. shane chuckles lightly and pats ilya's head endearingly, "hey, i cry during sex, too,"

"mmm, yes, but is hot and because i am making you cum too many times," ilya argues, "not because you are sappy like me,"

"was it the russian?" shane asks playfully.

ilya nods, "is partly, but i am also obsessed with you, i think,"

"well, the feeling is mutual," shane tells him and ilya smiles against shane's shoulder. eventually ilya leans back to wipe his tears with his forearms and sighs dramatically.

but ilya knows!!! he knows his husband is hot af with anything. mid length, man bun, even the choppy bowl cut of their youth. but... this longer hair. ilya likes that a lot. he spoke with yuna on the best hair care for longer length and their hair type. he's got all the products, and he loves shower time when he gets to apply them all for shane. he's never looked better.

so this is quickly becoming a blessing and a curse. cause everyone else is ALSO noticing how hot and polished shane is looking lately. and... that's a problem for ilya. they go out to run errands, and every fucking body is hitting on his husband, men and women alike. and he does look delicious in his form fitting jeans and yellow sweater [yes the timid one] his hair pulled back into a perfect messy bun.

the barista flirts as she makes their coffees, not even throwing ilya a second glance. the csshier at whole foods. the new boy at their usual dry cleaning spot. the waiter where they grab lunch. that last one really did ilya in, because shane got a little flirty back. nothing wild, just giggling a little too much at his stupid fucking jokes. giving him a couple coy little smiles. ilya is ready to fucking explode when the receipt comes and it has the guy's phone number on it. shane slips out first to answer a phone call, so as ilya walks out, he crumples it up in his hand and tosses it in the garbage, all while making eye contact with the waiter.

"he's married, you know. maybe next time do not flirt with someone right in front of their husband!"

he's quiet on the drive home. shane keeps trying to talk but all he can do is grip the steering wheel harder as his mouth forms into a tight line.

as soon as their home, ilya stomps over to the passenger side, yanks shane up into his arms and carries him inside. fuck the groceries, let the ice cream melt. he doesn't give a fuck.

shane is squirming a little bit, but it's more for show than anything. he loves being manhandled by ilya, loves when he carries him around as if he isn't a muscular, 200 pound plus man.

they barely make it in before ilya is laying shane out on the hardwood floor. he can't be bothered to get any further inside. he's immediately undoing shane's jeans and yanking them down to his knees, along with his boxers. he sucks shane's cock all the way down his throat in one go, bobbing his head like a man possessed as shane gets harder and harder.

soon after he's grabbing shane by the thighs and flipping him over onto his stomach. before shane can speak, ilya cracks his hand down against shane's ass. one time, then another as shane yelps in surprise.

"ilya!"

another slap. "show me that fucking asshole. now, shane. up on your fucking knees."

so shane pushes up onto his elbows and knees, spreads his legs as wide as he can with his jeans still pooled around his knees. "baby-"

"nyet! everyone wants you today. thinks they can get a piece of this ass, hm? and my greedy little whore lets them, even flirts with one."

another hard, stinging slap. shane makes a sound between a cry and a moan.

he knots his hand into shane's hair and yanks him backward, so that they are looking eye to eye. "you think this is okay? is fine to be a fucking tease in front of your husband? your eyes are to be on me and only me."

shane whimpers and does his best to shake his head no, eyes welling up with tears. "no; fuck ilya..."

"who bought you this house? who clothes you, feeds you? drips this body in diamonds, puts a hard dick in your ass whenever you beg like a bitch? hm? is not any of them, is it, shane?"

tears streak shane's cheeks as ilya gives a rough tug to his hair. "you, ilya. you and only you. please...."

ilya leans in closer. "please what, shlyukha?"

"please fuck me. show me who the fuck i belong to."

and with a growl, ilya does just that