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shane finally drops all the way down with a whimper, letting ilya sink completely into him.

"fuck, baby. love this fucking dick; fuck." shane groans breathlessly, his hands gripping onto ilya's thighs for leverage.

he stops and watches in delight as ilya's body shakes underneath him, and suddenly he's gripping shane's hips and muttering "fuckfuckfuck" under his breath; and shane can feel ilya coming inside of him.

shane laughs deliriously as ilya throws an arm over his face.

"wow, rozanov. could only handle lasting what, 10 seconds for me?"

"not fair, you play dirty. very bad, hollander."

shane laughs and grinds down on ilya again, making him suck his breath in through his teeth.

"i thought you liked it when i was bad?" he asks innocently as he smirks and leans in with puckered lips.

By morning, clips of the live are spreading like wildfire on social media. Some notable mentions include:

Shane saying "watch this," and then throwing the grill tongs in the air only to fail to catch them and banging his head on the grill (which was thankfully shut) when bending to pick them up. Some versions of this clip include the almost two full minutes of shaky footage of the sky that followed as Ilya laughed his ass off.

Shane standing at the grill, in his backwards cap, unbuttoned flannel, tank top, and shorts, looking unfairly attractive while Ilya keeps up a running commentary about how his husband is the perfect man. This clip ends with Shane turning to face Ilya and asking, his words slightly slurred through his besotted grin, "what are you whispering about, baby?"

muscles clamp down like a vice, like they’re trying to keep ilya out, but he bullies himself back in. nothing could keep him out. he needs to keep going, needs this, needs him.

“fuckfuckfuck ilya you’re gonna break me w-wait—ple-“ is he coming already? it’s so hard to tell, flying immediately from one high to the next. all he sees is shane’s pleasure drenched face and the tears on his cheeks. he put them there, he did that. all of this was because of him. it rattles something loose inside him, probably his heart ready to burst from his chest. he loves him. fuck he loves him, loves the way shane loses himself on his cock, loves that he can take and take and take and shane will always keep giving, keep opening himself up for him, only for him. the trembling, ragged scream shane lets out is what finally sends him over the edge. there’s ringing in his ears and he’s so deep so good shane his shane only his

Shane is a pretty flushed needy thing on his knees for Ilya, pressed to the wooden floor in front of the couch, between the wide loose sprawl of Ilya’s legs. Ilya cock is a hard aching thick line in his sweats, the fabric obscenely tented, and Shane’s flushed gorgeous cheek is pressed to it, nuzzling over the fabric. His eyes are big sad brown things, wet in the water line and making his lashes webbed and darker than usual. His pretty boy. Ilya’s hand slides to Shane’s cheek, roughs it in his palm and he uses his thumb to tug at Shane’s top lip, the mauve of it, bitten slick and almost red.

He’d sucked and pulled at it with his teeth and tongue, soothing with his own mouth as Ilya had pushed his fingers inside Shane while he was sat up in his lap. Shane had ridden his fingers desperate and shaky thighed, begging for Ilya to fill him “properly please please Ilya I want you not your fingers I wanna be full” and Ilya had shaken his head, told Shane a soft no, not yet bunny just this and kept curling his fingers to nail Shane’s prostate over and over and over. He’d have no choice but to come soon, Ilya stimulating him like this, without needing so much as a hand on his cock, soon he’d shoot messy between their stomachs. It was fun to watch Shane play like he could hold it off. Like he wanted to hold it off. By the time Shane had cum, he’d been biting at Ilya’s shoulder, shivering against his body, thanking him for his fingers, a hand fisted in Ilya’s curls, tugging, tugging.

And now, now his Shane was a soft aching pulse, how Ilya loved him, a tide to Ilya’s moon, a flower unfolding to his sun. His eyes were heavy as he tried to keep them on Ilya, but they kept blinking slow as he nuzzled his cheek down against the bulge of Ilya’s cock. Sweet thing. Has sweet thing. Ilya tuts and pats Shane’s cheek, soft open handed slaps that make Shane moan, turn his face into Shane’s cock, nuzzle his nose against the hot line of Ilya, lips mouthing gently. “Please” he asks, and Ilya’s heart squeezes, his voice shaky and soft, heavy tongued. His sweetheart.

“Please what Zaychik?” Ilya asks, slides his hand up into Shane’s hair and takes a fistful of it soft and silky, uses it to tilt his head back, neck extended and smiles at the soft whine Shane makes at being pulled away from Ilya’s cock. Fuck Ilya was lucky. A god at his feet, worshiping him. He feels fire in his fingertips. Slides his hand to cup Shane’s chin, thumb rubbing under his ear.

“Please can I have your cock” Shane asks, a low aching tone.

“Please” he utters again, bottom lip pouted out and he scrunches his brow as he pursed his lips and tries to wriggle his face down, get his face back to Ilya’s lap.

“Please Ilya” he sighs and Ilya smiles, his hand takes the back of Shane’s neck as he lets the boy part his lips and nuzzle face first into his hard cock. The drag is his cheek, nose, lips makes Ilya throb.

“You want it?” Ilya asks, and almost feels bad for the eager way Shane nods so quickly.

“Ask me nice, sweetheart, tell me why you need it huh? Why you deserve it” Ilya says low, strokes his hand over the back of Shane’s head, again and again.

“Because, because I love it” Shane mumbles and Ilya’s skin erupts in goosebumps.

“I love it Ilya. I love your cock, I was good, was good and came on your fingers, I waited I waited even thought I love it and I just want you Ilya. Want your cock, please, please” Shane whines, and Ilya is so proud so fucking proud of Shane, feels so fucking needed and wanted it makes him dizzy.

“You love it?” Ilya asks, and wants to drive his body into Shane’s until Shane is part of him, till Shane is loose and gone and warm and Ilya’s. All the way through.

“Uh huh” Shane nods, kisses the shape of Ilya’s cock through the fabric, mouths at the shape of the head.

“Love it. Your cock Ilya love it so much. Love you. I want you I want to make you feel good please I need to feel you I just want it for a little bit I’ve been so good please let me show you, show you how much I love it” Shane gasps and Ilya coos, so full of love, of ache, of need to hear Shane tell him again and again and again. He leans down and kisses the top of Shane’s head, hunched down over him, rubs the back of his neck how he know Shane loves and tilts his head down to whisper in his ear.

“Take it out bunny, show me how much you love it hm? Show me how good are you. So good” he croons and takes Shane’s earlobe between his fingers to rub rub rub, to feel Shane shiver as needy hands scramble to get Ilya’s sweats down- to take his reward. What belongs to him Ilya thinks.

And he can’t wait to make Shane come like this too, desperate and humping his calf with a mouthful of Ilya, before he’d take him on his cock, pin him under his body on the couch and fuck him completely apart as they were pinned as close as possible together, becoming one messy brilliant thing in their devotion to each other.