Ok wait I fell victim to no post night shift nap and passed out but I’m back ! Because I need to say that when Shane gags, because he does- and not a sexy sounding gag but like he thinks oh I’m getting it and he pushes forward too much too fast and like gags hard and has to pull off to swallow against a following gag pushing up his throat- he’s like terrified a little. Because Shane has had bad sex- in terms of, sec he couldn’t perform in and he’s having flashbacks of not being able to get hard for his high-school girlfriends wandering hand and the fucking fear and panic of disappointing someone. But Ilya just clicks his tongue and rubs his thumb over Shane’s mouth and is cupping his jaw in one hand and drawing him up and leaning down to meet Shane half way. He nuzzles their lips together ans kisses next to Shane’s nose. “Ah. Should have known, mr competitive. There is no Stanley cup for sucking cock Hollander, just making me feel good and you feel good da?” And his other hand is rubbing over Shane’s chest, fingers working his nipple in a way that’s making him shivery and keeping him hard.
“Yeah?” Ilya asks and Shane just blinks because his eyes are burning and they aren’t tears not really and then Ilya I asking, “we are good at making you feel good yes? And making me feel good yes?” And to that Shane nods because yes. “Mm then, let me show you this trick too Hollander, how good it feels for both of us” he kisses Shane’s mouth twice and pulls back, gripping his cheeks tighter before softening his touch.
Shane stays where Ilya has pulled him, still on his knees. “You like being good, so be good and listen to me” Ilya whispers and it feels warm, like praise and Shane says “okay” and Ilya says “you want it again?” And Shane nods, flushing and says “yes” and then “please” and Ilya groans and he’s rubbing his cock over Shane’s mouth before pushing in, thumb gently hooking the corner of his mouth. “Like this da? Let me give you it Hollander, you can take it, so good at taking me inside, here too just relax now and breathe” and Shane breaths and focuses on relaxing is jaw, throat, eyes closed and Ilya is giving him little by little. It makes Shane whole body buzz to go slow, but he does, inch by inch as given to him by Ilya.
“There we go” Ilya mutters half to himself and Shane shivers when he feels Ilya in the back of his throat, takes a slow breath instead of letting it spasm, thinks about the wet hot warm pleasure of taking Ilya inside his hole and how he’s made to take it. He is. “Ah. Fucking pretty” Ilya whines and it makes Shane’s ears tingle, cock so fucking hard it’s dripping onto the carpet below him. “Doing good Hollander, fuck. You love it, being good at things, good at my cock” and Shane nods, swallows and lets Ilya sink him all the way down, until he gags soft, able to swallow and relax and breathe.
He stays pin still when he finds a point he can hold Ilya, where his mind whites out and his body starts to fall away from anywhere but where he is holding the shape and weight and size of Ilya, where the saliva is pooling at his lips and chin already.
Ilya’s words are Russian then, cooing low and his hand not hooked by his thumb into the heat of Shane is combing through the top of his hair and then down over the back of his head, petting rhythmically and Shane just sinks and sinks and sinks, heard Ilya mutter “of course, perfect here too” before he cums hands free, messy shooting hot drips that he doesn’t even feel rip through him like an orgasm but more crash through him sweet like a wave and pulling him deeper under tide tide tide. Ilya whines, some of Shane’s cum had hit his feet, shins and he pets Shane’s cheek, warm palm rubbing. He slides his thumb out and traces his wet mouth perfect deep seal.
“Fuck, you’re dripping” Ilya praises and Shane thinks he means his cock but then he feels Ilya’s hand under his chin, smearing wet saliva from under his bottom lip over his throat and down his chest.
Shane’s hard again or maybe never was soft and it makes him fuss, rock his hips and the shifting makes him gag, a small splutter and Ilya is easing him up up. Shane fucking whiiiines at the loss and shakes his head and hands fly up to grip at Ilya’s thighs and Ilya croons, hand cups the side of his face and thumb rubs at his earlobe on the right. “Just half, just half Hollander, god. Then you can have it again. Such a good slut” and Shane is appeased, hums when Ilya’s hand tangles with one of his own.
“Mm just like this, slow and take it all, make that needy cock make a mess for me again and then I’ll fill your throat yes?” Shane’s ears are ringing but he’s nodding, breathing in slow through his mouth and waiting for Ilya to help him bring his head down again, to find that point of total fullness again. Just like they both need.
