Shane and Ilya in big oversized hoodies, hoods up, slutty athlete shorts on, Shane in white sock, Ilya’s cold toes half pushed into said socks, curled up foreheads pressed together on the outdoor couch with the fire burning behind Shane’s back, turned away from it to face in to Ilya. Their foreheads pressed together, it’s almost completely dark but not just yet- sleepy and heavy limbed, red eyed from swimming in the lake all day. And just like smooching. Soft kisses, Ilya’s hand shoved up Shane’s hoodie, rubbing over his stomach and Shane’s hand on Ilya’s face, fingers playing with the edge of the hood of Ilya’s hoodie, fidgeting with it. Deeper messy kisses, sucking on each others lips, teeth clacking when one of them gets too eager. Ilya’s leg slung up over Shane’s hip, using his thigh to keep him tucked close. Taking short breaks from kissing, Shane nuzzling his swollen mouth over Ilya’s cheeks, petting over his head over the fabric of his hood, combing his curls back up off Ilya’s forehead. Ilya brushing the backs of his knuckles over Shane’s cheeks, thumb dragging over his eyelids, his lashes. Shane biting Ilya’s chin, his jaw. Shane pushing his hand up under his jumper to play with Ilya’s fingers, tangle their hands together. It’s maybe a little too cold to still be outside, shivery just a small bit even with the fire but they aren’t moving for anything.
