I was one thing, now I'm being another

Ilya is so fucking close, shanes on his his back, legs parted open for all of Ilya to fit inbetween them, bent up and back knees scooped up by Ilya’s strong arms, pinning the tops of his thighs to the bed, feet shaking with every plowing thrust. Shane’s nails are all over Ilya’s back, neck, up in his hair and he’s so fucking tight and responsive and pretty on Ilya’s cock, wet and taking him so fucking well, titling his hips up up into Ilya driving thrusts like he needs to make sure he’s getting every possible inch of him.

Ilya is going to cum- Shane’s licking up his throat and scraping his teeth and Ilya grips him tighter fucks him harder till he can feel the bed jolting with the full force of it and “fuck sweetheart m’gonna cum” Ilya pants out, his pace punishing, the sound of their skin fucking loud and wet and filthy of how Ilya fits himself into Shane over and over and Shane is nodding, nodding, his hand tangles in Ilya’s curls and he pulls, pulls twists his grip.

“Fuck baby it’s so good so fucking good oh my god” Shane slurs out and then “please” and Ilya is coming, his dick pulses and his whole fucking pelvis aches and his balls throb and the entire universe is twisted pulled into the animalistic need to rut into the hot wet goodgoodgood shaneshaneshane so fucking good as he comes apart, shooting thick and heavy from his dick into Shane, still with his cock pushes as deep as he can get it and his hearing his fuzzing and he’s panting and cuming and cuming

but then Shane’s nails are frantic down his back and chest, squirming under Ilya and he’s whining, a sad sound and Ilya head snaps down, worried he’d ducked in too hard but then he can hear Shane’s word and Shane’s riding his hole down onto Ilya’s oversensitive still pulsing cock and he’s whining “no no no no Ilya I’m so close I’m so close please don’t stop don’t stop you can’t” and Ilya fucks his hips forward without thinking, desperate always to give Shane what he needs and his body burns with it, he’s so fucking sensitive, at the very end of his orgasm still, but Shane is nodding and mewing happily and saying “yes yes please fuck me. Don’t stop Ilya I wanna come again please I wanna-“ and his voice is so pretty and needy and desperate and Ilya needs to give it to Shane, anything he asks and Ilya is fucking him hard and deep and colours are fucking exploding behind his eyelids and heat icey cold burn is twisting in his gut and it’s so fucking much he’s so sensitive and it hurts, Shane a hot vice grip around his cock and fuck he’s going to die maybe.

But Shane is pulling him in and down and closer and moaning and saying “yes yes yes yes thank you oh fuck” all whiny and pretty under his breath and “don’t stop don’t stop just a bit more please Ilya please” and Ilya couldn’t stop if he wanted to, not when his Shane needs him like this, begs him like this, goes so pretty and stupid and desperate on his cock like this, how can Ilya not give him what he needs. He isn’t cruel. Ilya’s shoulders start to shake with the overstimulation and his stomach is jumping tensing and he’s whining growling low wet in the back of his throat and how is he still so fucking hard and he just came but fuck he might cum again somehow?

And it hurts but it’s so fucking good and he turns his face into Shane’s neck, shoulder, bites hard into muscle as he fucks Shane and fucks Shane and fucks Shane. Shane comes with a desperate choked off whine, head thrown back and an aching sound, nails tearing at Ilya’s back and he’s half sobbing out “yes yes and thank you thank you thank you” and somehow, Ilya cums again, with a shocked grunt, how whole big frame shuddering and shaking and he drops on top of Shane with a jumble of Russian that curses and praises Shane perfect hole, his perfect little succubus, his fucking devil and Ilya might actually be dead. His head heavy between Shane’s pecks and his heartbeat is in his fucking head and whole body and he’s shaking against Shane and he can feels Shane’s heart hammering under his cheek. And then Shane’s finger tips feather light running up and down Ilya’s back in twitchy sleepy touches. It makes Ilya smile the fuck drunk touches of spaced out Shane trying to comfort Ilya, even when he’s all fuzzy from his own orgasm. and everytime Shane clenches a little around him Ilya grunts like he’s taking a punch he’s so sensitive he feels insane, his hands are shaking and maybe a bit numb where they start to rub up and down Shane’s sides.

“That was- fuck” Ilya pants into Shane’s chest and Shane is still foggy with orgasm, still in that blissed quiet daze he finds just after he’s cum for Ilya but Ilya feels him nod and shiver and hum as his hand slides up trembly to cup Ilya’s cheek and Ilya feels his full body shiver around his hot aching too sensitive cock and he has to grip Shane’s hip hard in his hand, too sensitive to even think about pulling out yet. But he can feel where he’s leaking out of Shane and once he’s back in his body again and Shane is too, he wants to pull out to see his mess and play with it and tell Shane he made him fill him twice so fast like that- tell Shane he’s never fucking done that in his life, cum so close together and show Shane the cum on his fingers and maybe make him lick some off Ilya’s fingers after he’s rubbed it all over his hole. For now, Ilya drags his head up to find his Shane who is getting squirmy underneath him, and press their mouths together, soft wet open mouthed kiss.

Oh the confusion of being lovingly kissed on the shoulder by your situationship from hell