Simp For Manwhores

Summer 2017 Ontario, Canada

Hot water poured down Ilya’s back as he stood under the showerhead in Shane’s ensuite bathroom, washing the mess off of his body from the “activities” they had finished not too long ago. He could still smell Shane’s musk on him after he got out. Fresh mint and citrus lingering in the steam after he stepped out. A comforting smell that excited him a little more than it should’ve.

With a towel wrapped around his waist he made his way back into the bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to take in the sight before him. Shane sprawled across the mattress, splayed on his stomach with a leg perched up close to his side on his right, the other sticking out straight. A thin blanket covered his backside but not much, his legs were on display for him. Strong muscles lay dormant under the skin of his thighs, stretch marks crawled up the side of his thighs and disappeared under the blanket going up to his hips and ass. Ilya kept racking his eyes upwards as he felt himself start developing a semi. He couldn’t help himself, not when he had a literal angel laying in the same bed as him. His perfect omega that was all his.

As his gaze moved up he could see the arch in Shane’s back, but slightly obscured by the blanket. A problem he’ll fix in a moment. Further up he could make out the definition of muscles in Shane’s back, strong and sturdy. Extremely beautiful to stare at when he’s hitting him from the back, watching them flex while Shane struggles to keep himself up. A build that Shane worked extremely hard to develop. Refusing to let his body expose his second gender in any capacity. Finally his eyes settled on Shane's face, half hidden by pillows. His pink, plump lips were slightly parted, Long lashes dusted his freckled covered cheeks. Ilya didn’t realize how long he must’ve taken to shower, or how he had worn out his boy for him to end up falling asleep.

“Такая красивая…” He mumbled, leaning down to brush his knuckles against Shane’s calf, watching it twitch from the touch.

Shane stirred slightly, a small grumble coming from his throat as he adjusted himself. Switching to favor the other side and relocating his legs, flipping to his left side. In doing so the blanket slid off of him, exposing his backside completely to Ilya. He could really get a good look of Shane’s thick thighs as they melted into a just as thick ass. Two sacks of delectable meat that were red and irritated from how rough Ilya’s been with him this past week, the puffiness being reflected by the small amount of slick build up… And right above them were his beautiful back dimples, in the perfect spot for Ilya to place his thumbs.

Then an idea popped up in his head. A wolfish grin crossed his face as he pulled out his phone. He would never do anything to compromise them by any means but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little selfish. Opening the camera app he started snapping pictures of the sleeping beauty in bed, capturing the way the sunset light made his tan skin glow, how he could clearly make out the freckles on his shoulders. His perfect boy.

As he kept it up he couldn’t help but let his hand travel down his own chest, down his stomach and finally landing on the bulge peeking through the towel. Ilya began to massage himself, his cock now fully erect and aching for something warm, something soft, something wet.

Once he got enough photos to satisfy himself for later he dropped his towel on the ground, and crawled onto the bed.

“Shane.” No response.

“Hollander.” Ilya tries again, nudging Shane against his shoulder. A shoulder he had to resist constantly claim. Still no response.

Him and Shane had talked before about doing something like this before, that Shane wants to give Ilya complete control even when he’s sleeping. It also didn’t help that Shane slept like a rock. They had yet to act on that until now.

Ilya crawled back down closer to the edge of the bed, kneeling between Shane’s open legs. Bringing a hand down he traced over the tiger stripes that decorated his thighs and ass cheeks. He had left a few hickies along them that stood out against other hickies he had left elsewhere.

“Боже, ты такая Грёбаный хорошенький. Я хочу съесть тебя живьем.”

God, you're so fucking pretty. I want to eat you alive.

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His hands spread back to the cheeks in front of him. Kneading the soft, pliant flesh. That earned him a soft groan from Shane. Stopping in his tracks Ilya looked up, watching Shane’s expression twist slightly before settling back down and softly snoring. Ilya let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, acting like he was doing something that would get him in trouble. Continuing he spread Shane’s cheeks, exposing his pink, puffy hole. Just from the touch of Ilya’s hands had Shane’s hole dripping more slick. Mint, Pine, citrus, want. The singular whiff made Ilya buck slightly. Ilya scooped a small amount onto his fingers, licking the fluid off of his digits greedily. He would never get tired or old of how Shane tasted.

Leaning down Ilya licked a long stripe starting from Shane’s taint up to his tailbone, feeling Shane’s thighs flex on both sides of his head. He lapped at Shane’s hole for a good minute before pressing the tip of his tongue inside, Shane’s breathing shuttering when he did. He could see Shane’s grip on the pillow tighten slightly, his freckled cheeks developing a pinkish hue.

Ilya kept moving, his tongue fucking Shane’s hole with his hands gripping shane’s hips. He could feel Shane’s breathing pick up, a thin layer of sweat developing over his body. Every now and then he’d stop to keep Shane from waking. He was desperate to keep him sleeping to see how far he could go before waking him. After a few more minutes of watching and feeling Shane shake and shutter from his tongue he stopped. A soft, pained whine past his lips. Even in his sleep Shane craved Ilya’s touch.

Reaching for his phone again Ilya once again pulled up the camera, pressing start on a video. He set it up on the night stand, angling it just right. It caught the perfect angle where you could see everything Ilya was doing to the omega. Once he set up his phone the way he wanted Ilya finally gave his cock some attention, grabbing the base to keep himself from coming too soon.

“Я тебя уничтожу, омега.” He rasped, smacking the tip against Shane’s hole, a small whimper coming from the shorter one’s chest.

Not wasting another second Ilya began to slowly sink himself into Shane’s heat, the warmth instantly engulfing his cock. It took all of his willpower not to jack hammer his cock into Shane’s ass. His head was thrown back with his hand covering his mouth, suppressing the moan that was threatening to escape. Waiting a few minutes Ilya let Shane’s body adjust and accommodate Ilya’s size before moving.

“So perfect…” The russian moaned, looking over to make sure he was capturing the moment. He got a clear view of his massive cock sliding in and out of Shane’s hole, watching as it greedily ate up every inch of him.

He placed both hands on the small of Shane's back, thumbs sliding perfectly into his back dimples as he sped up, the sound of his pelvis smacking the back of Shane’s cheeks echoing in the house.

And then he felt Shane clinch around him. Warm walls gripping his cock like a vice.

Looking up from Shane’s back his eyes landed on his face. Soft brown eyes opened abruptly and a panicked look crossed his face till his eyes landed on Ilya behind him.

“Ilya wh-” Shane started, a thrust that kissed his prostate shut him down immediately. Back arching to meet Ilya’s thrusts.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” Ilya rasped, pupils blown out with a grin that stretched ear to ear. Bordering on animalistic.

“Oh fuck Ilya-!” Shane cried, his fists gripping the sheets below him.

Just waking up and he was already cock drunk, Ilya could see the small pool of drool gathering on the pillow. Shane’s scent glands were going haywire with delirium, triggering Ilya’s alpha almost causing the man to lose control. Ilya picked up speed, pressing his chest against Shane's back to get better leverage. He moved his hands under Shane’s body and grabbed ahold of his chest, plush pecs filling his hands as he pulled Shane’s body up towards him.

“Smile for the camera baby..” Ilya purred, nipping at Shane’s earlobe.

Shane looked back behind him to Ilya, eyes glazed over and cheeks flush. He followed the blonde's eyes, seeing the phone propped up on the night stand. He couldn’t help the mewl that fell from his lips. His cock stood proud against his stomach, straining with precum dotting the head. His stomach and chest held a pinkish hue, a thin layer of sweat coating every inch of his body. His dick twitched especially at how vicious the grip Ilya had on his chest, how he handled and fondled them like they were tits.

Shane was a complete and udder wreck.

“I should wake you up like this more, yes? A nice surprise to be spoiled with. Your hole split on your Alpha's cock.” Carnal lust dripped from the Russian's accent.

All Shane could do was mindlessly nod his head and wail, his hand reaching back behind him to grab Ilya’s curls. The Alpha’s pheromones were overwhelming him, his brain shutting off while his body was already begging for his knot. He was already on the verge of coming, tears pouring down his face in streams.

Ilya brought a hand up to cup Shane’s face, salt filled tears dampening his palm. Without wasting another second he turned the omega’s face towards his. He stuck out his tongue, licking and sucking up the tears that spilled down Shane’s pretty face.

“Oh you are too pretty when you cry omega… Tears only I should ever be able to see.” Giving him a bite on his cheek.

He let his hand wander down Shane’s front, his eyes refocusing on the camera that was still capturing everything they were doing. Purely for Ilya’s eyes only. Digits continued south, over the expanse of Shane’s chest and down his flat stomach. He grabbed ahold of Shane’s weeping cock, giving it a few tight gripped tugs before-

“Oh fuck alpha I’m gonna- Ah!” Shane cried, come splattering all over his chest and stomach, leaking down onto the large hand that was hell bent on overstimulating him.

That was all the Alpha needed to finish himself. Feeling his lover clench impossibly around his cock. He finished shortly after Shane, pulling out right before any knot could latch itself. Ilya lowered Shane back down to the bed, his body going limp and ragdoll in his arms. He untangled his limbs from Shane and grabbed his phone, ending the video.

“Oh fuck me…” Shane panted, trying to make an attempt to lift himself with no good luck.

“ I just did, you want to go again?”

“Fuck off.” Shane snorted, letting Ilya pull him into his embrace. Chest flush against Shane’s back. “What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to show everyone that we fuck.” Ilya retorted, that sarcastic look grossing his face. Earning him a small smack from Shane. “Jeez Hollander, It is for me for private moments. I am not lucky enough to get to fuck you everyday. For my eyes and my eyes only.”

“You pervert.” Shane grinned, twisting his torso to face the other.

“I want to have something, I have few pictures of us. I would like more to keep on me.” Ilya mumbled, feeling a soft hand grasp his face.

“Then let's take some. We can do them here, down by the ravine. Wherever you want.” His thumb brushing Ilya’s cheekbone.