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i do like thinking about the sexual dynamic changing post “i love yous” at the cottage to where ilya is addicted to sickly-sweet look-in-eachothers-eyes-while-im-in-it holding hands capital L Lovemaking while shane goes the opposite direction and is like maybe later tonight could we try seeing how many fingers you can fit in my mouth
during this heatwave i am thinking about husbands shane and ilya by the lake, ilya laying on his tummy on the deck havin an afternoon snooze and shane straddling his hips so so gingerly to try not to wake him up and gently reapplying sunscreen on his back and neck. placing sweet little smooches down his baby’s back and neck when he’s done. 🥺🥺 sweet summer babies so in love and taking care of each other 🥺
so I think sometimes, at the end of the day when they're both in bed and shane is sleepy and ilya isn't so much because he's more of a night owl than shane, ilya will bring shane close and kiss along his neck and move his hands over his body until shane is warmed up and hard against ilya's hip. then ilya will slick his fingers up so he can finger shane, nice and slow the way he knows will have shane arching and trembling in his arms. ilya will be kissing him but not as much as usual, moreso pulled back so he can gaze at shane's face as he works him up.
and when shane inevitably starts pushing his hips into ilya's hand, whispering "fuck me, please. please please fuck me. ilya" ilya will shake his head and hold shane tighter and say "I want to watch you" and shane will shiver all over and close his eyes, overwhelmed. he'll let ilya have it. let him just see. the flush that draws to the surface of his skin. the furrow of his brow that makes it look like there's nothing more serious in the world than his pleasure—which ilya believes, wholeheartedly. the wet, warm cave of his mouth as he pants and moans. occasionally, when ilya can bring himself to look down and away from shane's face: the appearance and disappearance of ilya's shiny fingers from and into shane's body, between his strong parted thighs, below his swollen beating cock.
but always always ilya will look up when shane is coming. shane's face in the moments he knows nothing but pleasure is the most beautiful sight in the world to ilya.
and when shane starts coming back down ilya will draw him as close as he can possibly get and hug him and kiss his face and say "thank you, moy lyubimyy, that was beautiful, you were so good" and shane will smile, warm, with his eyes closed, and snuggle into ilya's chest. when he reaches a hand down to touch ilya's cock ilya will grab his wrist and shake his head, "no, malysh, it's okay. I'm okay" because that isn't what this is about for ilya, and shane can return the favour tomorrow if he wants, but right now ilya is shushing him to sleep and ilya feels so full and happy from getting to have shane like this he could lift a mountain
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Contrary to popular belief Ilya and Shane are an absolute pair of gossip hens. Nothing is more fun to them than wrapping up the FaceTime filth and then one of them saying “okay so can I be a bitch for a minute”
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Once again thinking about siblingless Shane who will never fully understand why Ilya goes quiet on Alexei’s birthday every year. He doesn’t get it when Ilya tells a story about one of his & Alexei’s more violent childhood fights with a sad smile on his face.
I think at one point it causes a real argument between Shane & Ilya. Because Shane catches Ilya staring at Alexei’s contact information, his finger looking over the ‘call’ button. & Shane is yelling at him why, WHY would you want someone who manipulated & used you for your money back in your life?? Even a little bit?? & Ilya with tears in his eyes tells Shane that nobody else had to deal with their father’s expectations. That there were only two boys at Irina’s funeral who lost their mother. That still sometimes when he’s scared or overwhelmed, all he wants is his big brother. & sometimes, all he wants is his brother to feel the same
hollanov fic: sleepy cuddly morning sex + quiet dirty talk
it's cold outside their blankets. ilya lies flush against shane's back. his arms hug him close. their legs lay tangled together in the duvet. shane woke first but allowed himself the lie-in. they don't have practice today, and shane doesn't have any commitments with friends.
ilya woke a few minutes ago, making it known by rubbing shane's stomach, but neither of them have said a word. content to exist in the knowledge of each other's soft attention. ilya's hand continues to move across shane's skin, palm flat and circling his bellybutton. shane's cock is thickening against his thigh. ilya's mouth, which has been releasing warm breaths over the nape of shane's neck, purses into a kiss against the soft hair there.
"malysh," he mumbles, so quietly. shane hums. "are you going out today?"
his words have soft edges, drowsy. "no," shane replies, just as quiet.
ilya's turn to hum. the movement of his hand doesn't cease. he shifts closer and nestles his clothed erection between shane's cheeks, making shane inhale and push back against him. ilya hasn't moved his hand down shane's body.
"are you hard?" ilya asks, without urgency.
they both still have their eyes closed. they're nowhere but here. shane says, "yeah."
quiet noise of acknowledgment from ilya. "do you want my hand?"
shane breathes, "yeah."
"mmm."
ilya doesn't give him his hand. he drags it up shane instead, resting it on one of his pecs. gently squeezes the muscle—once, twice, slow. shane grunts and arches into it. ilya kisses his neck again. then he uses just his first two fingers to begin circling shane's nipple. shane moans, quietly. his cock gives a hard throb. one more.
ilya lifts his fingers to shane's lips, murmuring, "suck."
shane does. ilya's fingers are salty. and warm. he pushes them in and out of shane's mouth, along his tongue, in a slow fuck. when he withdraws, a string of spit extends from the tips of his fingers to shane's bottom lip. ilya either doesn't notice or doesn't care. just moves his hand back down, draping the spit over shane's chin as he does, and starts gently massaging shane's nipple with his wet fingers. shane moans again. longer now. ilya rubs his cock leisurely into the cleft of shane's ass, humming deep in his chest.
"you like that, kotik?" he rumbles. shane nods into his pillow, reaching back to tangle his fingers in ilya's hair. ilya's face nuzzles into his neck. "love touching your tits," he says into shane's skin. "your nipples. they are so hard for me. like your cock, mmm?" shane makes a quiet, plaintive noise. ilya pinches him. "you get so hard for me everywhere."
"yeah," shane breathes.
"yeah?" ilya echoes, and shane lifts his jaw to invite ilya to kiss along his neck. ilya obliges him. shane sighs.
"yeah."
they lapse into a brief semi-silence; shane breathing through ilya's attention to his nipples, ilya moaning low as he works himself up against shane's ass. when his hand finally leaves shane's chest, skating back down along his abdomen, shane finds himself holding his breath. his cock is wet inside his boxer briefs. and aching. ilya whispers into his ear, "breathe, moy lyubov" and shane takes some air in just as ilya pushes his hand beneath the fabric of his briefs and holds his cock, firmly.
shane lets out a sound like it's been shocked from him. his body curls inwards, around the point where ilya is holding him, and ilya laughs softly. presses his wrist into shane's pelvic bone, urging his hips back against his cock. "come back, malysh," he teases. his hand starts working over shane under his briefs, and shane starts moaning in earnest. ilya exhales roughly in his ear. "you are so eager," he murmurs, drawing out the "so". "so horny for me in the morning, hm? just woke up and already need to get fucked? my needy boy... fuck, you are getting me all wet, shane."
and shane whimpers because he can feel it. the way ilya's fist is becoming slick with his precum, easing his movements into an obscene glide. up, down. up, down. ilya draws his hand out of shane's briefs for a moment and tugs the waistband down, tucking it behind shane's balls before reaching back up for his cock. heat rises in shane's cheeks at the sounds ilya's hand makes around his newly freed cock—distinct, wet fwips that cause shane's arousal to spike so hard his body lurches towards the edge. ilya moans loudly, presumably just as affected by it. his hand speeds up.
"mmm, fuck," ilya says. smearing open-mouthed kisses over shane's ear. "does it feel good, kotik? hmm?" shane nods, beyond words. ilya bites his earlobe and shane whimpers. "you are... fuck, moy lyubimyy, you are like a dream. like I am still asleep and fucking you, and when you come for me I will just wake up."
shane rolls his head against his pillow in vague dissent. "no," he slurs. "'m yours, ilya. your—fuck. oh. oh, ilya. oh m'god—"
"shane. are you gonna come, sweetheart?" shane inhales raggedly, nods minutely. frantically. "good. good boy. come for me, baby." ilya's fingers pull quickly beneath shane's cockhead. "yes. shane. come for me now, sweetheart—ah—fuck..."
shane is releasing into ilya's hand. twitching against him. moaning desperately. ilya holds him, kisses him, murmurs a litany of praise and encouragement in his ear. that's it, moy lyubimyy. you are so good. let me have it. good boy, shane.
after, shane relaxes into ilya's arms. spent, panting. ilya kisses over whatever he can reach of shane's face. shane, eyes closed, smiles faintly. he shifted away from ilya in those final moments—now he moves back. finds ilya hard, still.
"are y'gonna fuck me now?" shane mumbles. he hears, and feels, ilya huff a laugh against his cheek.
"oh, if you insist," ilya says, and shane laughs, rolling over onto him.
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I think the first time Ilya sees Shane really crying, like actually shedding tears, it would break his brain a little bit.
Because Shane's eyes sometimes get shiny but he never actually lets the tears fall. Even when he's overcome with emotion, this is still something he keeps tight control over, just another extension of the mastery he constantly practices over his body.
Except one day they're in an argument and it gets pretty nasty. They're both crossing the line and being so fucking mean, and then Ilya says something that hits Shane so hard that the tears just start immediately spilling over. Shane turns away, wiping his eyes, angry now at himself for letting this happen. For letting himself lose control like this.
And Ilya is instantly not mad anymore. He's shocked and miserable and most of all guilty because he just made Shane cry. Shane, who he's never seen shed a single tear. What kind of a monster does that??
Shane can't see how hard this hit him because he's still turned away but then Ilya is meekly asking him to please, let me hold you, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry. And the lingering hurt in Shane's chest is mostly replaced by surprise because this isn't how their fights go, usually they just snipe at each other until they feel like having sex about it instead.
But he lets Ilya hold him and even lets him kiss away his tears even though it's humiliating as hell. Ilya just looks too fucking sad not to. Shane starts to apologize for crying but this just makes Ilya look even sadder because now he's making his boyfriend feel guilty about crying oh god, he really is the worst.
shane fucking loves that ilya just be holding his big balls while hes on the couch watching tv. like he never tells him to Not do that even though he's heard jackie complain abt it in regards to hayden a few times. he knows he should probably find it gross but he thinks it's actually one of the hottest things ilya does without realizing
Shane asking Ilya if he can maybe hold Ilya's balls one time because he literally likes those guys! or, more realistically, he just shoves his own hand down there one day while they're lounging on the couch, sliding it right under Ilya's hand. and well, now it's kinda like they're holding hands. so Ilya just smiles big and wide like a lovesick fool while Shane cups his balls so softly with his big warm hands and a satisfied look on his face. he's such a good ball holder :)
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