‘cause i might break

Ilya's pulled quite a few of these internet pranks on Shane and Harris always loves them so, eager to get one over on his husband, Shane sets up his phone, makes sure the camera is rolling, and sits down at their kitchen island with his morning smoothie. When Ilya makes his way into the room, Shane offers him a sip of his drink, which Ilya happily takes, with a softly spoken "thank you, любовь." Shane knows he doesn't like his smoothies but they've reached an agreement, where Ilya will always taste it and, in return, Shane won't make him drink a full glass.

Shane then carefully wipes off the rim of the glass with a napkin before sipping it himself.

He can see Ilya freeze up in his periphery and Shane can feel every nerve ending tingle as he desperately tries to remain nonchalant, so as to not give the prank away.

"What was that?" Ilya asks, his voice perfectly level, if slightly cold.

"Nothing," Shane tells him, trying not to vibrate out of his skin, trying not to look at the camera.

"Was not nothing," Ilya replies. "What did you do?"

Shane shrugs, "just wiped the glass."

"Why?" Shane makes the mistake of looking directly at Ilya and can feel a thrill shoot up his spine. He's not afraid of his husband but in that moment he can understand why some people are. Ilya looks imposing. His mouth a thinly drawn line, his eyes steely, arms crossed over his bare chest in a way that makes his already impressive biceps and pecs bulge out. Shane's throat suddenly feels dry.

"Hygiene?" It comes out sounding like a question, weak and croaky.

Ilya slowly raises his eyebrows before repeating Shane's answer back to him. "Hygiene," he says. He lets the word sit there between them for a while, as though to give Shane the chance to retract it.

He doesn't.

The footage never gets shared and when JJ asks Shane if he ever went through with the prank, he blushes from the roots of his hair down to his chest. He thinks he says no. He knows it's not believable. JJ doesn't press the matter but the look in his eye makes Shane fear he knows exactly what went down. Although, he can't, can he? How could he?

There's no way he can tell, just by looking at Shane, that Ilya slowly walked over to him and grabbed his glass before tugging at the drawstring of his sweatpants, letting them drop to the floor. He can't know how Ilya took himself in hand and tugged at himself, eyes firmly on Shane who sat at their kitchen island and watched on, frozen, as Ilya brought himself to climax straight into Shane's smoothie. He can't know how he walked over to their cutlery drawer and swirled it into Shane's drink before bringing the glass back over and sitting down, watching Shane expectantly. He can't know how Shane felt like every muscle in his body had locked up as he watched the display, nor how quickly he reacted when Ilya simply said, "drink." There's no way he knows that Shane drained the glass. He doesn't know the intensity of Ilya's gaze as Shane swallowed it down. He doesn't know how he then stood and grasped Shane's face with the same hand he had brought himself off with, hooking his fingers behind Shane's bottom teeth to open his mouth, as though to ensure that he had indeed swallowed it all down, before he spat into his mouth and closed it, tilting his head back to watch Shane's Adam's apple bob as Ilya's saliva slid down the back of his throat. He doesn't know how Ilya patted his cheek before walking out of the room. He doesn't know how long Shane sat there, completely immobile, his cock fully hard and straining against his trousers, before he gained enough awareness to collect his phone and stop the recording.

i think they work up to it. ilya sometimes has him piss outdoors, no real pattern to it. and if his brow seems to wrinkle whenever shane excuses himself to pee, then shane's probably just imagining it.

one time, when shane was on his knees for ilya, he got so lost that he didnt even recognize the cue from his body, not until a puddle formed underneath his feet. ilya had been sweet then, cleaned him softly, used the syrupy tone to reassure shane, telling him its okay if he's a little stupid and pisses himself. the gentle humiliation had been enough to make shanes headspin, and after a bath, ilya led him, still naked, to the lawn. made him piss out there with ilya watching, told him that this is where puppies are supposed to go.

the praise shane received afterwards made it all worth it, plus the benefit of not being sticky afterwards. he hasnt had an accident inside since.

ilya doesnt make him go outside everytime, and they dont really talk about it. shane uses the toliet like a normal person, except for when ilya yells his name across the house. "shane!" he'll call, slapping his thigh like shane really is a dog. "time to go outside!" and then he'll lean against the wall, smoking or on his phone, looking at shane just enough to confirm that he goes. shane still doesnt know what the point is, or why he even bothers to go on with it, but any attempts at protesting at just met with ilyas blank gaze, no room for any kind of argument.

shane pees on the grass every time, tucks his dick back into his pants. only sometimes now does ilya praise him.

sometimes shane catches himself waiting. he doesnt go use the bathroom right away when he needs too, because maybe ilya will let him outside. one time, ilya let him out and shane didnt even have to go. it was cold day and ilya had them both wait outside until he went, and sometimes shane thinks its even more embarrassing if its just a trickle.

this morning ilya had herded him away from the bathroom, guiding him down the stairs and outside, still barefoot and shirtless, damp grass blades between his toes. he went then, with ilya observing, but really watching. then ilya kissed him, told him he did good. they hung out in the living room today, shane didnt bother to get dressed, since ilya complained everytime shane tried to leave him and wouldnt listen to reason when shane said he could just go with him.

but shane isnt really complaining, not when ilya had let him come twice today, and there was something delicious about the contrast—ilya fully clothed and shane in just his boxer briefs, although he lost those after the last time he came, tucked now into ilyas side completely naked and sated, ilya's hand playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. its a pretty perfect day.

except shane has to pee. its midafternoon now and ilya only let him out once in the morning. with the possessive way ilya's been keeping him, shane thought he'd want him to go outside all day. but its getting uncomfortable and shane doesnt think its worth waiting longer.

"gonna go the bathroom," shane mutters as he stands up. ilya doesn't stop him.

only, something does stop him. the doors locked. shane tries the handle again, completely confused. are bathroom doors even supposed to lock from the outside? he pulls again. definetely locked.

he tries the other bathroom instead of the en suite and its the same thing.

"ilya?" shane calls out to him in the couch, shifting again as he stands. he really does need to go. "why are the bathrooms locked?"

ilya tilts his head. "what?"

"the door to the bathroom. both of them are locked."

"that doesnt make any sense." ilya say, and he looks honest. shane cant tell sometimes though, when hes fucking with him. "theres nobody else here. why would they be locked?"

"I dont know. I cant open them"

"maybe the door is stuck. you try pulling harder?"

shane blinks. "its definitely locked."

"try again"

shane has to piss too bad to argue. so he goes and tries the bathrooms again, unsurprised to find no change. the pressure on his bladder is worse now and shane feels a little panicky with it. he goes back to ilya.

"you finished?" ilya asks

"no, i—"

"come here" ilya interrupts, spreading his legs wide for shane to land between them. shane winces at the thought of kneeling right now, rocks back on his heels. "come here."

shane obeys. squeezes his eyes shut tight as he gets into place, all of his focus going to not losing control. if he leaks even a little bit, ilya will notice. it'll land onto the floor.

ilya pulls out his cock. shane squirms where he is on the floor.

"ilya, i—"

"what? do you need something?" the tone is callous.

"i really have to piss" shane whispers.

"you just went"

shane starts to shake his head but ilya reaches out, grips his hair. "you dont want to suck my dick?"

"can you let me use the bathroom first?"

"sure." ilya leans back. "you can get up and go again if you really need it."

"the door's locked" shane says, feeling stupid, he doesnt know how much longer he can hold it.

"oh," ilya coos, reaching down to cup shane's chin. "is the handle too hard for my puppy?"

shane flushes, shakes his head.

"no? so you can go open right now?"

shane shakes his head again.

"tell me."

shane swallows, face hot and bladder pressing with an urgency shane hasnt ever felt before. "the door's too hard for me."

ilya coos again, like shanes said something especially cute. "think about confusing the toilet would be... you might think its full of drinking water."

shane goes to shake his head but ilya tightens his grip and forces him to nod.

"thats right. the bathroom is way too confusing for a puppy. you need to outside?" ilya pitches the last question up, like hes really talking to a dog. "you have to go potty?"

shane whines. he really really does. he nods his head now frantically. ilya tucks his dick back into his pants. shane goes to stand, but ilya shoves at his shoulders.

"down." like hes a bad dog.

he crawls after ilya, so full of piss that each move hurts. theyre almost to the door when shane realizes. hes not gonna make it.

there's no way. the urgency of need has caught up to him, and its only one more step before his control fumbles. piss streams onto the hardwood floor and shane cant stop it. his stomach drops.

"shane!" ilya turns around. "what are you doing?"

he sounds mad and shane feels sick. last time he had an accident ilya was sweet...

"we were five steps away from the door!"

shane finally gets control and stops himself. still piss left inside him but the need isnt so dire. he's in a puddle of it. and he feels, stupidly, that he might cry.

"you dont go there," ilya says, voice still firm. he reaches down and grabs shanes head, pulls it away. "stupid fucking dog."

with no warning, ilya pushes his face down and shane cant help his whine as his nose the floor. the aciditic smell of his own piss. all over his fucking face. shane feels disgusting.

ilya half lifts, half drags him outside. "you piss out here." he tells him, then he shuts the door again.

shane does piss again, releases the rest of his bladder into the grass and then waits there sticky and gross with pee all over, feeling a terrible mixture of shane and embarrassment. hes also hard.

ilya smirks a bit when he sees that. hes a little nicer now, but he still cleans shane off with the hose instead of in the bath like last time. shane still feels a little sticky and not fully clean when ilya lets him back inside.

the spot is cleaned up and shane tries not to feel embarrased by that. ilya was mad, but he seems cooled off, letting shane kneel between his legs again.

"silly puppy," ilya tells him, petting his hair. "got so confused trying to use bathrooms like a man that you pissed all over the floor. we wont let that happen again, yes?" he tugs at shanes hair until he's nodding. "good boy."

Ilya not telling him that, of course, because it’s really not Shane’s business to know, but that’s what he plans.

Them driving to the cottage the first day they’re free of their hockey obligations, and maybe they’re so hungry for each other that they have a quickie right in the entryway, Shane getting to his knees and then Ilya returning the favour afterwards. And it’s good, because all their sex is good, but it’s such a appetiser of an orgasm for Shane,(an amuse bouche, if you will 😏) something to take the edge off, because of course Ilya is only letting him come when they see each other during the season, and the playoffs have been loooong.

And usually, this is the way their reunions go, they have sex the second they are physically able to, and then they actually relax for a bit, and then they fuck again, and then they have dinner, and then they’ll go another round before bed, etc etc. And this is what happens, it’s just that Ilya is the only getting off after that, and Shane is left needy and wanting and so horny he could tear his own hair out.

And maybe he eventually gets his body to calm down enough for his erection to go soft, and they go to bed, and he thinks “well it’s okay, I’ll get to cum tomorrow, right?” Only tomorrow comes (ha) and he still doesn’t, Ilya is still teasing him, edging him, getting him as close as possible and then backing off. And Shane is pissed, he waited all season for them to get to spend time together, to fuck to their hearts content and all he gets is one barely satisfying hallway blowjob?? While Ilya is using him multiple times a day and getting off as much as he wants?

(Of course this unfairness also makes him so horny that he can’t think straight lol)

This stretches for a week or so, and then Shane is breaking, sobbing and begging at Ilya’s feet that he can’t keep doing this, “please Ilya, please let me cum, I can’t, I need to cum, please, every time you fuck me I worry I’m gonna go over the edge, please please let me cum.”

And Ilya is petting him, shushing him, telling it’s okay, you need me to help you out, da?

And Shane is nodding and going “yes please, thank you thank you,” shaking with the relief that he’s gonna get to cum, that Ilya is finally gonna stop teasing him.

And then Ilya is busting out a cock cage for him and Shane is going 😧 frozen in disbelief as Ilya is putting it on him, crushing his erection down so he’ll fit inside, locking the little padlock and then taking off his mother’s necklace so he can thread the key onto the chain.

“See, there you go, baby, this means you don’t need to worry about cumming anymore, the cage will stop you, isn’t that kind of me?”

And Shane is seething about the injustice but also he would have cum already if it was possible for him to through sheer force of will in the face of how horny this symbol of ownership makes him.

And the summer passes, and slowly Shane starts to get used to the denial, starts forgetting what a full orgasm even feels like, getting by with Ilya milking his prostate every few days. He stops begging to cum, doesn’t bother to even ask for permission anymore because he knows he’ll be denied, and every time he manages not to ask while they have sex Ilya is so so sweet to him afterwards.

(And every time he catches a glimpse of that key on Ilya’s chain, right there in the open at the hollow of his throat for everyone to see, he feels a bit like he’s losing his mind)

Eventually, the summer must end, and it’s their last night in the cottage. Shane is on his hands and knees while Ilya fucks him, the cage swinging with the force of his thrusts. He’s used to the frustration now, the ache between his legs as his cock tries to get hard while the unyielding bars of the cage dig into the sensitive flesh, the pleasure that builds but has nowhere to go, the fuzzy feeling of submission that comes from serving Ilya with no reciprocation.

And then there’s a hand between his legs, the key slotting into the lock, the cage being removed. He doesn’t dare to hope- Ilya had done this a few times near the beginning, opening the cage up to tease him and then locking him back up again, laughing at Shane’s sweaty, red face after he’d been denied yet again - but this time Ilya works him with his hand as he fucks into him, getting to the edge.

Shane is panicking a little, the threat of an orgasm sneaking up on him quickly. “I’m close, Ilya, please, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum, please, Sir, please. ”

And Ilya is plastered against his back, in his ear going “it’s okay, sweetheart, you’re allowed, you can cum, that’s it, let go”

And then Shane is cumming so hard he blacks out 🙂

sometimes it's really obvious. ilya invents some totally impossible and arbitrary task for shane because he loves watching how hard he'll try for him even knowing that he's going to fail, and he's going to get punished, and there's nothing he can do. and shane loves it because it reminds him he's not allowed to be perfect here, he's not in control, he doesn't have to do everything right because he can't do everything right because ilya won't let him, but there's still going to be pain and then comfort, predictable and safe, and all he has to do is accept it

But, you also have the "more" of it all. Shane doing as he's told from the off; Ilya effortlessly slipping into the dominant role right from the start and Shane revelling in the submission, before they've even gotten physical with each other. And you have "no" in that Vegas bathroom. 'No, you are not in charge here'. 'No, you cannot have what you want, even though you did exactly as I asked'. 'No, this is not on your terms'. 'No, you will wait until I decide I want you'. And then you have Shane standing there, at the cottage, revelling in the fact that Ilya is finally here, in his space, with him. He's preening, patiently waiting for Ilya to touch him; for Ilya to kiss him; for Ilya to decide what it is they will do now. Because he's a good boy. He won't act out of turn. He won't presume he's owed a kiss. He will wait for Ilya to decide what he deserves.

Dom Edward was huge in the Twilight fandom. Where is he in the source material? Fucking nowhere.

People were twisting every Sherlock line into a possible indicator of a D/s dynamic, when even just the romantic relationship between Johnlock was never canonised.

We were out here writing the nastiest little BDSM fics for Klaine, for God's sake. Spinning gold from fucking nothing.

And then Heated Rivalry comes along and just... makes it canon? Holy shit. Truly incredible work. We are so used to giving and now we get to receive.

When Aldiirn timidly asked if Astarion would ever bite him like how Araj wanted, life slipping away and all, Astarion knew what the man who was once fed to spiders really wanted. To be bundled up nice and tight and cozy so he cant move or worry about anything at all. 💖

and shane tries, he even tries to ask nicer and then ilya is humming in disapproval, touching his face and saying 'it would be nicer if u asked on your knees, yes?'

and shanes already gone, its muscle memory to get down on his knees for ilya at this point, he finds himself sinking down, tuxedo pants hitting the tile thats probably decently maintained but feels filthy to him now, because ilya said it was filthy, and thats playing in his mind and he barely manages out another plea for ilya to suck his dick, bc he was told to, and ilya laughs

'that is what you want?'

'uh, what? yes. Please.'

'you are the one on your knees, are you sure?' and ilya cups the side of his head and shane is swaying, barely succeeding in his effort to resist diving face first into ilyas crotch 'maybe you do want to suck my dick? you will still have to ask for it.'

and this position is all reflex for shane, hes salivating at the thought, fears of humiliation gone in favor of his desperate need to be good and he says 'please, rozanov? please can i suck your dick?'

ilya promising shane that he’ll get a reward if he’s a good boy and doesn’t come until they see each other again. calling him and dirty talking in his ear and making shane send him pictures of how hard he is and making him cry because he’s so desperate it hurts.shane almost breaks a few times but ilya keeps promising it’ll all be better once he earns his reward.

they meet up after a game and shane is so sure ilya is going to make it all worth the wait, it’s going to feel so good now that ilya is about to finally let him come. and then ilya pulls out a little box. “i said I would get you a nice reward, yes?”

shane opens it. he’s not sure what he’s seeing inside. a couple of pieces of curved metal and… a lock?

“is called a cock cage. this way, you will not even have to worry about touching your little dick, it will be locked up all nice and safe for me so you can be good. what do you say?”

tags from @shanepervert

this is so important to the care and keeping of the shane, he cannot go around thinking that if he's a good enough boy he'll always get rewarded! the patient needs to be reminded that he is subject to ilya's whims and radically freed from the responsibility to control the outcomes of every part of his life through perfect behavior to liiiiiive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86434796

@scunthotter

Shane's "not here" in the showers, and "not with Scott Hunter next door" in the hotel room, and "with who 😠" in Vegas before they go out on stage — he's afraid of hooking up & being found out, and he's afraid of never getting to hook up again. He's afraid of what Ilya can give him and what he can take away from him. He's scared because he's worked hard and has so much to lose.

And Ilya sees his fear and Allows it. Encourages Shane to feel it, endure it, while Ilya adds to it, and praises Shane for getting through it. Shane's fear is proof that he's vulnerable and real and every time he shows that part of himself to Ilya he's Allowing Ilya to do whatever he wants with it. Ilya hears Shane's "with who 😠" and 15 minutes later follows him into the bathroom, shrugs off ghosting him for six months, and responds to Shane's "what the fuck do you actually want from me" with a smug "I want you to suck my dick".

And what is Shane supposed to do? He's angry, he's upset, he's lonely and horny and sad. And he's scared that Ilya doesn't care about him anymore. And he yells back, "You suck MY dick" and he can't help it, there's a quiver in his voice, and he's showing Ilya his fear, his insecurity, his little skip of a heartbeat. It's a gift, really. A form of courage. And it fills Ilya with a kind of puffed up pride for Shane, his Shane, his brave boy. "Maybe ask nicely," Ilya tells him, and encourages him to give into his fear. And he does, Shane asks so nicely, with the sweetest double please.

spreading the good word of @ilyapasta