#idk!!

Shane squirms closer in his lap, thighs either side of Ilya’s legs, and he grips the edges of the blankets in his hands and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, taking him into his warm sweet cocoon. He smells like their bed, like sweat and sun cream and his body wash. Ilya leans in and rubs his face all over the soft warm skin of Shane’s neck, smooth and warm and lovely. He pulls in deep heavy breaths, taking hungry inhales of Shanes smell, the smell of home. His boy.

Ilya had only been outside for less than an hour but he’d missed Shane, and was thankful now for his warmth in his lap. The way his fingers were gently dancing over his shoulders. Ilya wraps his arms tighter around Shane’s waist and squeezes, squeezes, pulls until Shane is pressed completely to him and he feels Shane let out a throaty tired laugh.

“You feel good” Ilya sighs, dizzy from the sensory pleasure of the soft of the blanket the warmth of Shane, the smell of him, the joy of seeing Shane, Shane being his to pull into him. Shane hums and squeezes his thighs around Ilya, shuffles closer in a way that makes the rocking chair roll back.

“Thank you for letting me in your cocoon Zaychik” Kay whispers into Shane’s neck, bites to the left of his Adam’s apple.

“S’okay Ilya. Why’re you awake?” Shane asks, words are slurred together and his voice is so lovely and rumbly. He must have woken up and stumbled right out here first thing, he still sounds half asleep.

“Nothing bad” Ilya assures him, slides a hand down to find a handful of Shane’s ass.

“Just was up, couldn’t sleep and wanted a smoke” Ilya explains because it’s true, it had been as simple as that. He’d been cutting down in the cigarettes as much as possible, but during summer he did allow himself the pleasure a few times when he could tuck the habit away from Shane.

“Sorry” he adds and Shane rests his cheeks in Ilya’s head, shakes his head.

“S’okay. But no more now yeah?” Shane says and Ilya smiles into the skin of his neck.

“No more” Ilya nods, he doesn’t need a smoke not when he can rub his lips over the warm skin of Shane’s neck in little circles.

“Sleep okay?” Ilya asks, because he wants to know, likes to know how Shane has slept, if he feels well rested if he had any weird dreams. He wants to know everything he can about Shane, what he thinks of the dinner they made, if he likes the movie they are watching- what tshirt he likes on Ilya better. Ilya loves getting the see the world through Shane too.

“Mmhm, good” Shane agrees and he lays the blanket over Ilya’s shoulders, his hand smooths up into the back of Ilya’s curls, fingers tangle in and scratch scratch. Ilya shivers, and he feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Cheap shot.

“But then I woke up and you weren’t there” Shane’s voice is soft and little whiny and his fingers are needing through has hair, thighs squeezing around Ilya and oh. Oh.

That’s why Shane hadn’t given him shit about the smoke. His boy woke up needy.

“Yeah?” Ilya asks then, and his other hand slides to Shane’s ass too, uses his grip to pull his his down into Ilya’s lap and there, there is the hot press of Shane’s cock through thin fabric, pushing against him.

“Yeah” Shane sighs and he repeats the down rolling motion without Ilya’s hands prompting. His hips grind down in slow pretty circles.

“Woke up needing me?” Ilya whispers, low into the curve of Shane’s jaw and Shane nods, his fingers tighten in his hair.

“Just wanted, wanted to cuddle” Shane stutters out and Ilya smirks, parts his lips and bites at Shane’s Adam’s apple. Little liar.

“Cuddle huh?” Ilya asks, and then he’s pushing his hips up now too, matching Shane’s slow rolling thrusts. His cock hardens with every rutting movement, and Ilya feels Shane’s fingers tighten in his curls with each one.

“Yeah. Cuddle” Shane replies. Horny little devil, little deceiver. Ilya thinks and he draws his nose up Shane’s neck, along his jaw, bumps his nose against Shane’s soft pout and then up to rub their noses together.

“And what about kiss?” Ilya asks, hovering his mouth a breath away from Shane’s, his hard cock pressing against Shane’s, the friction of it hot and mouth watering. The chair rocks with each honey slow rock of Shane’s hips down into him and Ilya’s thrusts up to meet him where they both ache. “Did you wake up wanting a kiss too?” Ilya breaths.

Shane lets out a soft huff through his nose, pouts his mouth in the way he always does when he’s silently asking for a kiss and Ilya has to bite his tongue to stop himself from giving in. The hump of their hips gets better, lines up just right fuck yes the drag of fabric between them, the matching rigid lines of their cocks, fully hard and aching bumping and dragging perfectly against each other. Ilya wishes he could just part Shane’s ass and push into him, that he was ready and slick and he could feel him tight and gripping.

He pulls back just enough to look over Shane’s face through low lidded eyes. Shane’s face is puffy with sleep, eyelashes clumped, a sheet crease across his cheek. The morning light is tangerine warm behind Shane, lights him like a halo, the sun behind his head, his sun warm and brilliant and beautiful and shining in his lap. Ilya pulls a hand away from Shane’s ass to cup his face in one hand, he twists his head and takes a bite of Shane’s cheek instead of his mouth and feels Shane slump into him, heavy warm, all muscle and man lovely and loose in his lap.

“Ilya” Shane whines, and Ilya smirks, presses his lips to where he’d just bitten, a tiny kiss and he smooths his hand over the back of Shane’s head. The head of his cock nudges the thickness of Shane’s and Ilya chases the exact same hot drag of that once, twice more, rocking Shane in his lap.

“Well?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, “yes, and kisses” he mutters petulantly and Ilya beams, shark smile, and tilts his head up to close the distance between them, kisses him slow and sweet, before he pushes his tongue in behind Shane’s teeth. Shane’s hand grips his hair, pulls, pulls as he kisses Ilya back, shivery and sweet. Ilya kisses the taste of coffee and cigarettes into Shane’s mouth and then they kiss the taste away all together, until they just taste like each other, saliva and skin.

Ilya’s hand slides down Shane’s neck to his chest, thumbs his nipple and Shane rolls his hips down in a heavy needy shiver, so strong the chair rocks back and the blanket slips down Ilya’s shoulders. The cold morning air prickles his skin, sharp contrast to the boy burning in his lap, the warmth he’d bought with him, Ilya hadn’t realised how cold out it was until he had a lap full of his boy.

Shane’s hands reach up and tucks the blanket back around Ilya’s shoulders, rubs his hand over the fabric as if to warm him. and Ilya grabs Shane’s face, kisses him wet and messy till his jaw aches from it. Fuck he loves him.