who knows at this point

he comes home from his morning run and it’s still early enough that ilya is still sleeping, sprawled across their bed on his stomach and his curls are everywhere and his mouth is slightly parted and there’s just the tiniest bit of drool at the corner of his mouth and shane can’t stop staring at him because ilya is here in their bed and shane loves him so much and wait, he doesn’t have to memorize this, he can take a picture.

they’re on the couch when anya comes scrambling up onto ilya’s lap and ilya isn’t even watching the movie anymore, just cooing at anya and cuddling her and shane can just. take a picture.

ilya’s getting ready for an irina foundation event and he hasn’t put on his suit jacket yet and fuck his shoulders and back and arms in that shirt are fucking insane and so shane sneaks out his phone from his pocket and takes a picture.

ilya sends him a selfie from his car because he just got out of a captain’s meeting along with a text “i miss you” even though it’s only been a couple hours since he left that morning and shane doesn’t need to spend ten minutes tracing the lines of ilya’s face with his thumb before deleting it. no, he can just save it to his phone instead.

ilya laughing with his head thrown back at one of bood’s bbqs. ilya making a funny face over at him while posing for an ad campaign yuna got for him. ilya lying on the ground with a bunch of puppies crawling all over him, wearing the biggest, most contagious smile. ilya bent over a puzzle with a focused expression on his face. just ilya, ilya, ilya.

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.

HUDSON WILLIAMS APPRECIATION WEEK | Day 3: Favorite Look

(bood voice) ive got no fucking clue what youre talking about man