Ok. But have any of you thought about shane and Ilya fucking while Ilya is fully dressed in a suit while Shane is all naked and needy in his lap. Maybe it’s an award show- something for the charity. But when they get home, Ilya stays in his pressed expensive suit, nice heavy cuff links, watch, neatly done tie. Even his dress shoes. Shane is on Ilya once they get through the door, nosing and kissing and grabbing and Ilya grabs his face and whispers “needy huh?” And shane huffs “come on Ilya I need you” he’s nuzzling his face into throat, mouthing at the skin, hands pushing under Ilya’s jacket, trying to get the jacket off him. Ilya just clicks his tongue and pulls Shane’s hands together behind his back, gripping at his wrists. “Why don’t you show me, how bad you need me” he asks, and he’s stripping shane out of his jacket, before moving to sit on the couch, legs sprawled out.
Shane gets completely naked, careful work of his clothes as Ilya watches him. Maybe Ilya asks Shane to get them a nightcap, and shane does, naked as he pours them one glass of vodka. “One for you too” ilya insists and shane nods. “wanna share” which makes Ilya smile, rub his hand over his peck as he watches him.
Ilya keeps his arms sprawled along the back of the couch, legs wide as shane climbs into his lap. Ilya wants to touch but it’s so much more fun to feel shane nuzzle into him, like an over eager puppy, his big strong bare thighs shifting against the rough rich fabric of his suit.
Ilya is careful not to move, not until shane is saying “here” and handing Ilya the glass, and Ilya accepts it in his hand. Ilya takes his sip, slow and pulls back to eye shane, who low lidded and staring, chin tilting up in the way that’s him asking for a kiss. Ilya presses the glass to his lips instead and helps shane take a drink. They share it a couple times more before Shane’s squirming getting incessant, wriggling and pushing into Ilya’s warmth. Then a soft “Ilya?” And his hands are on Ilya’s chest, pushing up to fiddle with the white press of his shirt collar, to his tie, fingers fussing.
“Mm come, give me a kiss then” Ilya concedes and shane is on him, hands gripping into his tie and Shane is licking into Ilya’s mouth, hungry, needy, and pressing in tight.
They make out like that, until shane is aching dripping hard and his bare cock is rutting against Ilya’s clothed hip. The suit fabric has such a perfect lovely nice scratch to it, making Shane’s skin tingle and burn. It feels filthy, having Ilya’s hands gripping at his waist, ass, thighs, the fabric of his sleeves dragging over skin.
Shane is making a mess of Ilya’s suit when Ilya gets his fingers inside him, steady wet precum dripping down to the black fabric of Ilya’s suit pants. Lube dripping messy from between his legs, where Ilya is knuckle deep. Some of it smearing on the sleeve.
They fuck like that too, just Ilya’s cock pulled out of the open zip of his pants, and Shane rides him. Shane’s hands are all over Ilya’s body, rucking up fabric and dizzy and needy at not being able to feel his skin- while shane is all skin right now, nude and stretched and wet. Everywhere free for Ilya to be able to touch and grip.
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