i think there are sooo many ways it could go but i’m thinking bout this: ilya is no stranger to shane’s teary don’t-let-the-tears-fall eyes during sex but it’s never gone over the edge to full tears. anyway ilya is fucking him face down ass up and doesn’t immediately realize shane starts crying, just hears shuddery breaths (also not uncommon for shane). when he notices oh shane’s hitching shoulders and sweet noises are genuine tears, ilya still inside of him and drapes himself over shane, gripping his chin to see his face properly, checks in. once it’s abundantly clear shane is having SO MUCH FUN DON’T YOU DARE STOP ilya is. gleeful. to say the least. so unbelievably turned on at the reality of shane crying overwhelmed happy sex tears and determined to have him crying harder
Ok yay again the rest of these are taking so long for me to get to I’m sorry but another beautiful take on crying shaneybug.
I looove this idea for hook up/situationship era first time Shane cries during sex !
Shane is being railed into the mattress, he’s already cum twice that night, once with Ilya’s mouth around him hot and wet and punishing and perfect, his clothes all still on, hands gripping and pulling at Ilya’s curls.
He’d cum the second time on Ilya’s cock, and Ilya had kept going, still fucking into Shane when he’d asked “still need more huh? Fucking greedy Hollander” when Shane had begun to pitch his hips back back back in small rolls after his orgasm had faded and he was in that lovely fuzzy hot space. Shane had nodded, nodded and Ilya had pressed down into Shane’s lover back and started fucking fucking fucking him again.
It’s so good it’s so much and Shane is gasping into the sheets, mouth open, drooling and his whole body is melting, he’s on fire, he dizzy and he’s open and he’s being taken and taken and he wants. He needs. And then Ilya is pushing Shane’s arms out from under him so Shane is while upper body pressed into the bed, knees bent up and oh fuck he’s deeper like this and Shane flares his hips back and there there there it’s sooo fucking he’ll die if Ilya ever stops he’s sure of it.
And he gasps in a breath and he’s gripping pulling twisting at the sheets and whining and it’s so much it’s so much and he hiccups and breath and tears are down his face and his shoulders are shaking with it. Then Ilya is up over him, pressed to his back and his thrusts are slowed, deep but just rocking into that perfect spot not pounding and Ilya’s hand is gripping Shane’s face. “Okay? Hollander? Hollander?” When Shane takes a second to reply.
Shane nods but he looks dazed and then Ilya is tugging his face to look at him and he’s like “Hollander? Good?” And he’s stopping his thrusts and Shane gasps, reached back to slap at any part of ilya he can’t. “No” he sobs like it’s heart wrenching. “No no no fuck Rozanov it’s good it’s good please” and then Ilya goes still for half a second and his fingers brush away the tears on Shane’s cheek, smears them across the skin and then he’s fucking Shane, deep pounding thrusts that make Shane shake, and he’s like “ yes yes yes god oh my god” and Ilya is smirking, beaming and he’s watching Shane cry as he fucks him- he’s fucking Hollander so well he’s fucking crying. He’s crying on his cock. Ilya could die a happy man. He fucks him harder and harder teased his nipples and cock until Hollander is hiccuping sobs as he cums.
Ilya uses the excuse of being “worn out fuck Hollander you made me do all the work” to spend a bit longer laying in bed with Hollander on top of him, making sure the tears are well gone and he’s rolling eyes and bitching at Ilya by the time he leaves.
