#(sooo)

Shane sighs heavily and snacks his lips, splutters out a curl of Ilya’s from between his lips and presses his nose into Ilya’s hairline. He maybe drifts into sleep again, goes a little fuzzy and heavy and wakes with a small jolt in that weird half waking state. Shane exhales slow through his nose when he wakes again, Ilya still heavy and quietly snoring into his neck. Shane’s hand is flat between Ilya’s shoulders, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Shane shifts a bit, shuffling down to adjust the angle of his hips, feeling a bit numb from laying in one position for so long.

And oh.

Oh he’s hard.

He’s so fucking hard actually, he can feel it now as he wakes more, the heavy aching pulse between his legs, the hard press of his cock under the fabric, between he and Ilya’s bodies. Shane shivers at the rush of pleasure at the accidental friction, chasing his hips up again against Ilya, eyes closed. His hand pushes further up Ilya’s back, all the way to his neck, Ilya’s sweatshirt all bunched up from it. His hand is on the back of Ilya’s neck, squeezing, thumb rubbing, feeling the familiar mess of his curls around his fingers.

Shane keeps the slow little ruts of his hips, breathing picking up a bit as he does. His limbs are so heavy his thrusts a little uncoordinated, tongue heavy in his mouth. Hips stuttering just enough for a sparking drag of his cock against fabric and warmth, a tease of the proper full sensation, but Shane is too sleepy and pinned by the weight of his man to do much more. Shane sighs and pushes his face into Ilya’s hair, rubs his mouth against the shell of Ilya’s ear. Ilya is so all over him, smells like his body wash and warm and fucking heavy, all big solid man muscle on top of Shane and fuck Shane wants. He keeps grinding up, up, and Shane parts his legs just a bit, slings a leg over Ilya’s hip and yes, better.

Ilya’s hips are lined up with his own and Shane’s cock is pressed to Ilya’s now, just as hard as him and Shane feel feel the hot heavy weight of him and Shane’s cock pulses wet in his boxers. He wants. He wants Ilya’s cock, the stretch of him, in his mouth, his body, his hand. Needs him.

Shane pants against Ilya’s ear, fingers become co ordinated enough to tangle in Ilya’s thick curls, taking a fist full, nails scratching against his scalp. He thrusts twice more, squirming under Ilya and fuck he could maybe even come like this, he thinks a hot shiver shoot’s up his spine and his cock throbs, slick with pre cum and- and then Ilya wakes, a small groan and his nose is dragging over Shane’s sternum. He lets out a loud heavy breath and his leg twitches and he’s rubbing his mouth over Shane’s neck, tired mouth attempting to form kisses.

“Shane” Ilya slurs out, sleepy and then hes rocking his hips down down down against Shane, meeting his thrusts in perfect time. Shane’s head falls back, mouth ajar and he’s pulling at Ilya’s hair and the drag of their cocks are hot and throbbing together through the thin fabric layers between them. And it’s not enough, it’s not being full, what Shane is craving now, an empty feeling inside that he knows can only sooth with Ilya pushed all the way in, Shane’s body throbbing at taking the weight of him all at once. It’s not being fucked, but it’s good, it’s hot and lazy and sparky bubbly pleasure through the low of their stomachs and Shane’s body is so strung out from training he’s not sure he’d have the energy to do much more than this.

“Baby” Shane mutters and then Ilya is nodding into his throat, a hand sliding down down and he finds Shane’s hip, hand grips tight to it, pushes him down into the couch and Ilya starts rolling his hips down onto Shane like he’s fucking him, slow messy thrusts that make Shane’s toes curl. Ilya is whining low in his throat, draws his face up to press his hot sleepy cheek to Shane’s, his skin is so hot and he kinda smells a little like sweat and Shane fucking loves this man, loves the grunt of his breathing he way he holds Shane the way he needs him just as fucking badly, half asleep and desperate pawing hands.

“Yeahyeahyeah” Ilya is panting low and grunting Shane’s ear and Shane draws a hand between them, his fingers find Ilya’s mouth and he’s pushing his thumb in, Ilya’s tongue warm on the pad of his thumb.

“S’good, more” Shane whines, as Ilya’s hand tightens on his hip, makes Shane strain against it to try and meet Ilya’s thrusts, his body jolting as if Ilya was fucking him up the couch. Ilya increases the pace, the couch rocks a little with the heavy movements of their strong bodies, and Shane’s cock has soaked his boxers through, adding a rough wet slip to the hit line of Ilya’s cock rutting against his.

Ilya’s next thrust drives the sensitive head of his cock against Shane’s, a rough pulsing of their cocks of their need, Shane can feel the hot thick weight of Ilya’s cock, his cock, all of ilya is his and fuck it feels so good the heady aching drag drag drag and Ilya turns his face and bites at Shane’s cheek and the soft pain of it makes Shane cum, gasping and shaking as he does, thighs flexing as pleasure shimmers down from his cock through him, all the way down to the soles of his feet.

Ilya growls and presses Shane so hard into the couch it makes him grunt from the force of it, Shane can feel the wetness of his cum soaked between them, through his sweatpants against Ilya’s and Ilya lets outs ragged moan before he’s coming, mouth dropped open, canine teeth pressed to the apple of Shane’s cheek as he shakes through it.

Ilya collapses heavy on Shane between one breath and he next, mutters out a low curse in Russian and Shane nods against Ilya’s hair, wiggles his toes and wraps his legs over Ilya’s body.

He feels shot, trembly warm and half asleep still, dizzy and floaty with pleasure, almost drunk.

“Pervert” Ilya mutters after a moment, his hand shoving into Shane’s sweats to feel the wet mess inside. Shane whines, shivers when his fingers brush his softening cock.

“Am not” Shane gruffs and curls his hips when Ilya strokes his fingers down behind his balls, fingers wet with Shane’s cum.

“You are right, you are freaky little sex pervert. Details important” Ilya yawns, jaw clicks and he pulls back to look down at Shane, his flushed face, half open sleepy dark eyes, the way he stares back at Ilya, lips parted. Starving sleepy horny little monster. Ilya needs to eat him in one bite.

Shane is frowning at him, probably due to the pervert comment but the furrow of his brows his so pretty is just makes Ilya smile.

“Is ok sweetheart I am also sex pervert. So this is very good” Ilya smiles, and Shane rolls his eyes and Ilya wraps a hand around Shane’s thigh and pushes up, finger slides back and finds his hole and oh.