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tw very light emetophobia (emetophilia?) BE WARNED...
i cant get this out of my head....shane blowing ilya ok...you follow me...maybe early into their hookup days. and #myilya is packing (#9inchertruther) so shane is slobbering on it trying to fit it all in his mouth because he wants it so bad and wants to feel ilya in the back of his throat. he's still a novice at sucking dick so he's stretching his mouth as wide as it will go and taking as much as he can in eager swallows but only really getting around halfway down the shaft in each bob of his head. ilya's got one hand on the back of his head and has every intention to be sososo gentle with him but watching shane shudder and drool on his cock makes him feel crazy and he ends up pushing shane's head down down down until he's brushing the back of his throat with the head of his cock. shane obviously is gagging on it, which he finds hot but oh god actually shane realizes he is actually gagging on it, feeling the head of his cock nudging into the back of his throat, and he feels his stomach flip and turn and he's digging his nails into ilya's thigh and he can feel the bile starting to bubble up and sting his throat. he looks up at ilya frantically, whose face is twisted in pleasure, brows drawn and eyes hungry. shane whines and tries to pull off but ilya's hand is holding him there mumbling sweet nothings, "yeah, take it, take it" luckily, it's not long before ilya spills down shane's spasming throat. when ilya cants his hips back and pulls out shane is absolutely wrecked with it, chin slicked with thick saliva and coughing sputtering panting for breath. ilya gives him an affectionate pat on the cheek and hooks a finger behind his teeth to pry open his mouth and tells him how sweet his throat is and shane feels like he could fly to the moon and back with the praise, despite feeling like he's going to be sick all over ilya's shoes. he feels even sicker when he realizes how turned on he is about the idea of it.
a little bit after shane is looking at the calendar and montreal will be playing boston again in a few weeks. he keeps thinking about sucking ilya's cock again, the firm pressure of his hand on the back of his head, pushing him down down to take him, all of him, and make his throat another nice wet hole to fuck, soft and pliable, not spasming and retching. so he's determined to get better before he sees ilya next. brushing his tongue with his toothbrush, every night inching back further and further until he doesn't gag at the sensation anymore, in the shower experimentally pressing a few fingers into his mouth, inching his fingers back down on the back of his tongue, breathing through his nose and trying to ignore the twitch of his dick every time he gags around his fingers, every time the bile churns in his stomach,
soon enough shane learns how to relax his throat, how to breathe through his nose enough, how to press his thumbnail into the side of his index finger to distract him from the feeling telling him he's about to choke. the next time he sees ilya, all hot and raring to go as soon as he steps into shanes apartment after a complete rout by boston, shane wastes no time taking the hot length of him in his throat until shane's nose is pressed up against his pubes. and ilya hand on the back of shane's head, is spilling praise down onto shane, "such a good mouth, best mouth." but as shane bobs his head he doesn't see that same frenzied look in ilya's eye as the last time, that is, until he presses almost all the way down to the base and mimics a gag that's now been trained out of him. ilya folds, a litany of "fuck, hollander, you need it bad, huh?" as ilya presses shane's head down and cums down his throat once again
later, as shane is being folded in half, he smiles to himself, for discovering something about ilya he didn't know before
16 year old Shane getting flustered from a chirp from a very attractive hockey player he’s facing off against . But then the guy misses a really easy goal & Shane gets the ick so bad it shoves him back into the closet for another year
ilya subscribes to a newspaper. shane had really never taken him for the type to read a physical newspaper but ilya waves him off and assures him itll be useful. the first day the newspaper is delivered he tells shane to go get it for him, shane jogs outside, picks it up, brings it in, and holds it out for ilya, who stares at him like he just did something very bizarre, before taking it from his hands and humming 'tomorrow you fetch it properly.'
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had to cook up Ilya putting a cigarette in shane's asshole
“You know I hate when you do that,” Shane complains as soon as he hears the flick of the lighter. He shifts his foot sideways. Toes hitting against Ilya’s ankle. A weak reprimand.
“It’s after sex cigarette, Hollander,” Ilya grouses, moving his leg away. “Not nuclear bomb.”
“Whatever, asshole. You know you don’t have to smoke it in the fucking bed,” Shane whines. He sounds actually frustrated. Actually mad. Ilya grins around his cigarette. His Shane is so cute all worked up like that.
“You want me to leave?” He asks.
“No,” Shane answers, quickly. Body tense. Barely restrained panic in his voice. Ilya nearly chokes on his inhale. Shane was too easy. He just had him. And he needs him again.
Cigarette between his lips he rolls over. Pins Shane underneath him. Shane looks at him cross-eyed. Red faced. He brings a hand up to Ilya’s forehead and pushes him back.
“Get away from me, asshole,” Shane cries. Pushes against him again. “I don’t want your fucking smoke in my face.”
“No, no, I think you like it,” Ilya teases. Takes a drag. Blows it right at Shane. Shane scrunches his face up. Twitches his nose. Coughs. Wipes at his watery eyes.
“Stop it! I do not!”
“Mmm, you want to try?” He holds out the cigarette. Ash falls onto Shane’s chest making him wince.
“You know I don’t. Stop it! You’re such an asshole,” Shane pushes at him again. Ilya likes to see him like this. Red faced. Flushed chest. Vein in his neck bulging. There wasn’t a prettier sight. He needs him.
He grips under Shane’s knees, cigarette brushing against his skin, and pushes his legs back. Shane yelps but doesn’t resist. He falls back easily. Folds easily. Opens for him so easily. And open he does. His hole soft. Inviting. Gaping from the fucking he just received.
He dives in. Laps his tongue around the supple brown flesh of his puffy rim. Bits at the swollen flesh. Lavishes him. Shane is writhing below him. Hands over his face. Breathy little moans escaping from deep within him. From his fucking core.
Shane’s hole opens easily against his tongue. His insides warm. Soft and velvety against him. He tastes like salt and lube. He tastes irresistible. He stays there between his thighs until he needs to come up for air.
He smirks when he does. Shane’s arm is thrown over his eyes. Cock fully hard against his belly. Pre-come pooling against his skin. Ilya puts the cigarette between his lips. Waits for Shane to uncover his face. Gazes into those big brown eyes. Inhales.
He slithers back down. Back between Shane’s thighs. Back between his cheeks. He blows the smoke against Shane’s sensitive skin.
“Oh, fuck,” Shane gasps. Flexes his glutes. Clenches. Relaxes. His hole widens. Almost accepting the smoke. Inviting it in.
“Ha, see I told you you like it,” Ilya says smugly.
The cigarette dangles between his fingers begging to be smoked. He looks from the cigarette to Shane’s sweet, plush, inviting hole. Back to the cigarette.
“Does your needy hole want to smoke my cigarette?” Ilya asks.
Shane breathes in violently. The sniffle of air into his nose loud. He pushes up against the bed. Eyes wide.
“What?” He asks.
“Does your needy hole want to smoke my cigarette? I think it does. I think it is craving it even,” Ilya tells him. “It opened up so much for my smoke. Gaped for it. It’s greedy for my cigarette. Just like it’s greedy for my cock, yes?”
“What? No! You’re fucking crazy,” Shane protests. But even in the dim light of the room Ilya can see his eyes darken. His dick twitch. Leak.
“Just one hit, please. Your hungry hole is begging for it. Pleading. Hollander, you must give your hole just one hit,” Ilya teases. Begs.
Shane is quiet. He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t protest. His eyes are firmly planted on the burning cigarette between Ilya’s fingers. He licks his lips. That’s as good as a yes for Ilya. He takes one last drag. Blows the smoke against Shane’s hole. He opens for him. For his smoke.
He brings the cigarette to Shane’s hole. Pushes the filter into his gape. And Shane tightens around it. Body tense. Effortful. Closes his hole around the cigarette.
“Fuck, look at you,” Ilya praises. “Such a bad boy. Smoking in bed like this. Tsk tsk. You know this is not good for your health, Hollander.”
Shane moans. Head falling back against his pillow. Fingers clutching into the sheets. Ilya wraps a hand around Shane’s heavy leaking cock. Strokes him steadily. Shane bucks gently into his grasp trying not to disturb the cigarette inserted in his ass.
“I did not know smoking made you so horny,” Ilya taunts. “Will have to do this more often.”
“Not-not again,” Shane manages through moans. Through heavy breathing.
“We will see. I’ve heard smoking is very,” He rubs his thumb over the tip of Shane’s leaking cock. Squeezes his hand around it. Shane tenses. Cries out. Comes down his cock. Down Ilya’s hand. “Addicitve”
Ilya pulls out the cigarette. Shane still coming down from his orgasm. Weightless. Floating. A single plume of thin white smoke escapes from his hole.
Thinking about Shane hung up like a piece of meat in a freezer, shivering and nauseous from the smell
Thinking about Shane tied up and hung like a punching bag
Thinking about Shane hanging from the ceiling in general
shane hung up in the freezer by his hands and an anal hook next to a giant slab of meat. if he doesn't want too much pressure on his hole he has to hold himself up by the chains that go from his wrists to the ceiling. but then he gets too tired and falls back fully on the hook in his ass :)
cant stop thinking about post retirement hollanov finally getting to experiment with longterm chastity. finally being able to lock shane up in a cock cage not just for a few days or maybe a week but for months on end. ilya telling him he'll get unlocked when he's earned it so shane acts really really good really attentive for weeks until he finally snaps and acts out and ilya says "well i was going to unlock you tonight but now i guess i wont" and shane has no way of knowing if ilya is actually telling the truth about it
@sapphyshipseverything well yes and now shane has a dilemma does he stay locked and go through airport security? does he stay locked and go to the doctor? is the humiliation of others knowing worth it? or does he deal with the crushing weight of freedom? freedom he can no longer bare? good thing its not his choice to make🥰
Shane when whether or not he must suffer humiliation isn’t his choice anymore: 😍🥰❤️🌈✨
Also consider: Ilya unlocking him (one fear 😰) but only to downsize his cage. Shane being so thankful to be locked up again even if the smaller size is squishing him painfully, making him constantly aware of The Cage’s Presence again like it’s the early days (feeling like Ilya is constantly Holding Him There until he adjusts to the change)
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drunk shane burying himself in the crook of ilya’s neck whispering “i love you, i never loved anyone like i love you, i love you so much, i’m so happy you’re the first person i see every morning and the last person i see at night. i miss you all the time when we’re not together. i love you.” and ilya covering his mouth with his hand to stop the sniffles coming out and scaring shane
the first few times shane blows ilya and and ilya knows he's so eager to please and be The Best but he also wants shane to have a good time and to not hurt himself so he's like okay okay slow down, easy easy, dick is not going anywhere i promise, it's only your second time sucking dick ever you don't have to choke on it, please remember to breathe and at the same time shane is like if can't make him cry while i deepthroat it then what even is the point
shane and ilya at a bathhouse is deeply on my mind tonight… ilya jerking shane off in the steam room, whispering “quiet sweetheart” and kissing down his sweaty neck. he tastes like salt and something so distinctly shane. ilya groans and works his fist from the base to the tip, swiping his thumb over shane’s slit every couple of strokes. “oh fuck,” shane gasps, one arm reaching out for ilya’s thigh. ilya doesn’t speed up until someone opens the door and settles on the opposite side of the room, hidden by the hazy warmth. shane’s fingernails bite into ilya’s thigh as his teeth bite into his own fist in an attempt to muffle his own moans. shane shoots into ilya’s hand, making everything wetter and slicker. you know, things like that…
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In my heart of hearts I know Andrew was the type of child to keep lizards in his pockets and then forget about them so his foster parents would find a shit ton of dead lizards in the laundry machine and have no clue why until Andrew leaves and suddenly the lizards stop showing up.
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