я тебя люблю

ilya’s already a fucking mess. he’s dripping down the side of his cock and onto the floor because shane’s already given him everything he has. he’s knelt here and gotten him wet exactly like he’s been told, to the point where he just…doesn’t have any more spit left to give. he’s parched. something ilya never thought could happen considering shane’s got the hottest, wettest, sweetest mouth on earth but that doesn’t mean he isn’t curious to see if it’s possible.

it is. eventually. shane’s on his knees and he’s whimpering because he’s got nothing left and he doesn’t wanna fail and ilya is so generous, so of course he helps him out. of course he tilts shane’s head back by the hair and spits onto his tongue and when he forces his face back down, he doesn’t even have to tell him what to do with it. shane just leans forward, letting it slide right from the flat of his tongue to the tip until he’s drooling all over the head of ilya’s cock - getting him wet with his own spit.

another breathy labored “thank you” falls from shane’s mouth before he’s getting back to work, stuffing his mouth full - getting ilya way far back - far enough for his eyebrows to bunch together and nose to scrunch as he cuts off his own air. it’s why his cheeks are so pink. so blushy. why he drags in a big breath as ilya pulls him off his cock by the hair again to make him blink up at him with his wet, open mouth and his dazed little groans as he sticks his tongue out. waiting.

and ilya is so so so generous so when he spits it’s a lot but he misses this time. just a little. just catching the corner of shane’s mouth but mostly his cheek.

ILYA ROZANOV WEEK 2026