#just now

It hadn’t taken much for Shane to nose and kiss his way down Ilya’s body, pushing him back and finding the heat half hardness of his cock with a happy sigh.

Ilya watches him now, hair haloed by the warm low light of the room, his big brown eyes pretty park and wet and and slides his thumb to the corner of Shane’s mouth, where it’s shiny and slick with spit. Sometimes Ilya wishes he could kiss him while he did this, over his face and the corners of his lips as he fed him his cock. So he does the next best thing and presses his thumb to the soft swollen pink corner of his mouth.

And Shane. Shane- his eyes flutter from where they had half closed, tear webbed lashes frame the warmth depth of them and Ilya’s cock throbs at the site of him. He’s truely so fucking beautiful. He tilts his head just so and parts his mouth impossibly the small stretch more and sucks in Ilya’s thumb into his mouth too. Like he could have been hungry for more of him, despite his mouth already being so full that saliva was pooling at Ilya’s base, in the dark hair around the base of his cock.

Ilya tightens his hand in Shane’s hair, arm shaking slightly as he just grips, tries to maintain any control he still has. “Fuck sweetheart” he whispers, voice in awe and Shane’s eyes light up with his words, watch Ilya like melted brown sugar and he fucking glows. He’s so fucking beautiful, so fucking happy to take Ilya, to be stretched to fit him. Ilya ruts his hips up and feels Shane swallow, feels his own cock drag against his thumb, both against Shane’s hot velvet tongue.

“You are so fucking perfect” Ilya breaths, lower stomach strains and he tugs his thumb at Shane’s cheek, watches his mouth pull open, watches his swollen puffy mouth move under his touch, the way Shane keens, moans around him.

“My perfect little thing” Ilya’s eyes are starving over Shane, tracing every detail of him over and over over. It’s unbelievable, this gorgeous boy in his bed this sweetheart slut who wants the most intimate part of Ilya to live on his tongue. Who only ever wants more. Needs Ilya, in a way that feels like home rather than taking. Home is here. Shane between his legs, swallowing his heartbeat.

Ilya keeps the slow fuck of his hips up and up and the sound is wet and drool starts slipping down his thumb, his wrist and Shane just rocks his head into it, moaning like it’s heaven, like it’s saviour. Ilya isn’t sure what life he lived- existed in- what incarnation of him was so pure as to be rewarded with this. Nothing feels possible of deserving it, besides it being what Shane needs.

Shane garbles around him, some kind of word he’s tried to form, and then he’s nuzzling down, pressing his nose to Ilya’s pubes and swallowing and Ilya’s cock throbs throbs throbs in his mouth so fucking heavy and full and Ilya could die like this, a sweet leech demanding his pleasure forever until he couldn’t give anymore.

“Shane, fuck sweetheart your mouth. Your mouth” Ilya can’t find better words, hand slides through Shane’s hair to the back of Shane’s neck and takes it firm in his wide dry palm, massaged and roughs at it in a way that makes Shane’s shoulder, body, sway with it.

Shane’s eyes are closed now, head low as he takes Ilya’s small thrusts and Ilya misses his face, his eyes, slides his thumb out of Shane’s mouth and smears the spit over the apple of a freckled cheeks, watches it shine under low light and wonders if it’s horrible to feel like a god like this, an angel at his feet, devout to him.

“Look at me zaychik” Ilya croons, pinching Shane’s cheek between his thumb and finger, making him work the keep the seal of his mouth on Ilya’s cock. Shane whines, low and he pulls back enough to look up at Ilya again, wet with fresh effort tears and Ilya thinks what a perfect tragedy he’ll be the only person in the world to know what that looks like, Shane Hollander getting everything he needs. How fucking beautiful he is, happy and relaxed and being needed, needing. Tied in to Ilya where they both belong, connected.

“You’re so beautiful bunny” Ilya sighs, draws his still wet thumb over Shane’s brows, down his nose, under his eye. “So beautiful with your cock” he coos, watches Shane’s cheeks glow dark red and Ilya rubs the back of his knuckles over the colour. Wishes he could spread it with his soft touch.

Shane blinks up at him, hazed and lovely and Ilya opens his hand on Shane’s face, slaps once, twice, gently, and then pushes his hand back to rub his fingers over Shane’s ear, thumb his earlobe, trace his jaw. Shane shivers, Ilya watches him roll his hips down into the bed and he lets the weight of his head lean heavy into Ilya’s palm.

“Fuck Shane. You love it” Ilya whimpers, throbs wet into Shane’s throat and he tenses his stomach to hold his orgasm. “Love me so good” Ilya feels insane, light headed, drunk on adoration, beauty, need. “Love my cock so good, bunny, again and again and again, you need me” Ilya shakes Shanes cheek gently. “Don’t you? Need me. My cock” he asks and Shane nods, his hand scrambles from its death grip on Ilya’s hip, searching and finds Ilya’s, fingers a desperate tangle.

“Need you too” Ilya nods, fucks his hips up in earnest, savours the sound of it, wet and messy and his own private prayer. “Need you too sweetheart, need you so bad fuck” Ilya is fraying, Shane’s eyes don’t leave his as his hips shake and shake and he’s driving his cock deep, deep, one hand gripping all over Shane’s head and neck before god and life and death and all the brilliant parts in between strike through the centre of him out out his cock he shoots thick and wet again and again and again, whispering out “I love you I love you I love you” in a mix of Russian and English, the sounds warping warm and colours low.

Shane pulls off with a small cough and Ilya is gathering him up, orgasm drunk and messy, pulling Shane up up until he can lick into his mouth, hands cradling his face, mouth sucking at Shane’s swollen mouth, hand rubbing down his back.