Shane and Ilya at the cottage, preparing for a visit from the parents. Ilya is starting dinner, Shane just had a shower and comes in buttoning his favorite blue linen shirt. Ilya glances at him, motions at his own body where the buttons would be.
“Is it crooked?” He unbuttons and looks down confused.
“No. I just want to see your tits.” He winks. Shane rolls his eyes.
“Oh fuck you.” He buttons them up again.
“Hey.” Ilya straightens up and walks to him, crowding close. Pushes his face mere centimeters from Shane’s. He sneaks his hand under the shirt and pinches his nipple. He speaks slowly and makes his voice deep.
“When I say open your shirt, I want to see your tits, what do you do?”
Shane’s eyes glaze over with lust, temperature rising.
“I open my shirt. And show you my tits.”
Ilya leans down and takes his nipple in his mouth. Shane gasps and moans. He sucks hard, pulls the meat in his mouth. Shane’s head lolls, gripping Ilya’s hair.
Suddenly Ilya pulls off with a wet pop. Straightens up, slaps Shane’s cheek playfully.
“Good boy.” He turns and walks back to the kitchen.
Shane has to shake his head at the sudden loss of contact.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Not my problem. I have to start the potatoes.”
“Seriously?” Ilya pulls a smug face. “You fucking asshole!”
“You love my potato leek soup! Your parents will love it, too.”
“Oh my god. How did I fall in love with such a cocktease?”
Ilya shrugs. “You’re just going to have to seduce me at a more opportune time.”
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