My little world

Half an hour later he's arriving home, and his Shane is inside. He grins big and wide, his heart flipping over in his chest. He climbs the few small steps to let himself in the front door, taking a deep breath to call out for Shane. He chokes on it instead.

Shane is right in front of him. On the floor. On his knees. He's facing away from the door, ass up in the air, head dropped low as he rests on his elbows. He's also completely naked. Ilya drops his bags, almost forgetting to close the door behind him. He holds onto the wall, hoping for it's support as the blood rushes from his head to his cock.

Ilya can't help but stare, his mouth dropped open. He hasn't even greeted Shane yet. His beautiful, gorgeous Shane who is baring his wet pink hole to Ilya. Presenting himself in the most primal way. He's clearly timed it just right. His hole looks freshly fucked open, a drop of lube sliding down his balls to drip on the floor. There's already a puddle of precum forming where Shane's cock bobs beneath him, leaking profusely. A whine escapes Shane's throat and he sinks deeper, back arching further to show off his soft open hole.

"Please." Shane whimpers, clenching to make it wink at Ilya.

"Blyat." Ilya hurries to push his sweats halfway down his legs, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it a few times. He spits into his hand, slicking up his cock and then spits twice on Shane's hole for good measure. The second he pushes into the wet heat he almost loses his balance. He grips on to Shane's hips and fucks in deep, stuffing himself in to the base.

"Fuck. Missed this hole. So fucking good for me." Ilya lets out a shaky breath, thrusts in deep and steady, the head of his cock pressing on Shane's prostate with each stroke. He groans at the sensation of fucking into the tight heat, his balls slapping against Shane's perineum. His grip on Shane's hips tightens as Ilya uses his strength to fuck Shane back and forth on his cock. Little cries and cut off moans are being pushed out of Shane's throat with every thrust. As if Ilya is in control of that as well.

The swell of his orgasm crashes over Ilya and he barks out a low groan as he pumps into Shane, emptying his load into the welcoming warmth. Shane is helpless to his own orgasm beneath, cock spurting untouched. Ilya's hips have a mind of their own as they continue thrusting through his orgasm, chasing the feeling of ecstasy as it fades away. As the fog clears, Ilya slowly slides his cock out of Shane, slapping the head gently on his hole, like a kiss.

He tucks himself back into his sweats before leaning down and licking a thick wet stripe from Shane's balls to his hole, tasting the salt of himself and the faint tinge of strawberry lube. With a final kiss directly on the pucker, he finally speaks to Shane in a low murmur. "Did you miss me sweetheart? Or just my cock."

"Mmm. Missed you baby. Needed you." His face is still pressed into his forearms, crossed in front of him, bracing himself in position. Ilya starts getting dizzy again when he thinks of Shane prepping himself and getting into position for him. Leaving the door unlocked, which probably turned Shane on more than anything. "You are lucky was me at the door then, yes? Anyone else could you have found you, open and ready like a little slut. But they could not give you what you need. You just needed my big cock didn't you, moy lyubov?"

"Yeah, yeah," Shane pants. "Need it all the time. Don' ever take it away again ok." Ilya hears the little pout on his lips from behind him.

He helps Shane to his shaky feet and kisses his mouth thoroughly. "I know baby. I know."

He carries Shane to the shower where he coats him in soft whispers of love and praise. Massaging shampoo into his scalp, stroking down his neck and across his shoulders. Pressing soft kisses to his cheeks and nose and chin. Holding him close, foreheads touching as he murmurs sweetly to his baby. Ilya gets on his knees and diligently spreads soap all over Shane's stomach, hips, thighs. He revels in being able to touch Shane again, soaking in the feel of soft soft skin, the light dusting of hair, the muscles shifting beneath.

He presses gentle soapy fingers to Shane's hole while kissing down the soft planes of his stomach, licking up the droplets of water that trail down into dark hair below. His mouth finds Shane's soft cock and kisses down the length of it too, reverent. His thick fingers knead at Shane's thighs where the muscles burn from kneeling for so long. His Shane. His beautiful Shane.