#leoficlet

shane's cock, standing at full attention and bobbing with every thrust, drooling beautiful syrupy precum profusely from the tip onto the floor. it's unfuckingreal to ilya, he can't stop fucking staring at it. he knows shane gets wet but this is ridiculous. is it like this every time? does he leak this much whenever they fuck? has ilya just never noticed before? it's like a fucking faucet the way it just steadily drips down onto the hardwood. and ilya feels fucking insane. he keeps fucking shane slow like that, eyes hooded and fixated on that fat and leaky cock, and shane's making little noises that go right to his own cock which is still hitting shane's prostate with every slow thrust. shane's hand comes up behind him to cradle the back of ilya's head, fingers digging into his curls, his scalp, and ilya knows he's close, can see it plain as day in his blissed out expression.

ilya's own fingers dig into the soft flesh of shane's waist and he tugs him impossibly closer, murmurs, "are you gonna come for me, hollander?" all low and sensual, and shane can barely speak, can only give a desperate nod as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock bobs in the mirror. "yeah? you gonna show me how you come from just this?" and he punctuates the words with the slow pounding of his hips, burying his nose in the side of shane's face and keeping his eyes fixated on where shane continues to leak. it only takes a couple more hard thrusts and then shane is keening with a rough and guttural edge to his voice, and at this exact moment ilya stills inside of him, stops moving, just grips shane's hips tight and remains seated fully inside of him while he watches shane's cock work its magic.

and oh, what a fucking sight. completely untouched, shane's cock stutters and bobs of its own accord, and then he's erupting in steady bursts, whimpers and moans flying past his lips as his balls tighten and twitch. and ilya can barely fucking believe his eyes, flummoxed that shane's cock has just been doing this all the time they've been hooking up and he's been missing it. he's truly never seen anything like it, the way it moves like it's its own entity, the way it pulses and throbs under the low light, the way it spits cum in long, thick strings, the way it makes shane all pink and warm in the face. and when the cum finally tapers off and switches to a slow and leaky dribble, any restraint ilya had been holding onto goes out the window. a practically inhuman sound falls from his mouth and his jaw drops, chin resting on shane's shoulder as he feels himself be pushed off the edge.

he manages to get out a slurred "i'm coming" but he sounds drunk, and he feels drunk too. shane's eyes open and they both make eye contact in the mirror as ilya empties himself, vein in his forehead throbbing, eyes rolling a little bit. shane's grip in his hair tightens, an encouraging gesture, and ilya moans again when he sees shane's spent cock, going soft now, twitch a little bit in the mirror, one last small dribble of cum oozing from the tip.

"fuck," shane mumbles, eyes closed, a blissful smile spreading across his face.

"was good?"

"so good," shane nuzzles into his pillow a little, "and you? good for you?"

"yes, hollander," it's said with a chuckle, and shane feels rozanov ruffle his hair, "is always good for me."

shane smiles wider. he's in that headspace where nothing bothers him, where he feels disconnected from his body, loosey goosey. he imagines it must be similar to what being high feels like. he could lay here forever just basking in this warmth, in rozanov's smell, the dampness of the sheets, the way rozanov's cock feels deep inside of him.

but then rozanov is pulling away.

"hey, uh, wait," shane says it suddenly, surprising himself, and simultaneously reaches back to rest his hand on rozanov's strong thigh.

"hm? you are okay?"

"yeah, i just uh-" he's glad that he's facing the opposite direction, that rozanov can't see the nervous way he licks his lips, "can you..um..."

he's expecting a remark when he cuts himself off but nothing comes. he wonders if rozanov can sense how tense he is...then realizes he probably can considering his dick is still inside of him right now. he just stays still, waits for shane to continue. something about his patience warms shane's already hot skin.

"can you stay inside me? just for a little bit longer?" he closes his eyes as he asks, admittedly feeling a little vulnerable. he waits for the inevitable laugh, the cocky comeback.

but that doesn't happen. instead, rozanov settles behind him again, sweaty chest pressed against shane's back, cock still fully inside. shane can feel it softening and he figures he should probably be grossed out by it. but he's not; all he can think about is keeping it inside for as long as he can. staying connected like this, being full and held.

"yes," rozanov says, voice soft, "of course."

shane pulls his hand back from rozanov's thigh, nodding to himself, "thanks. it, uh...it feels nice."

"it does," rozanov agrees quietly, and shane can feel him playing with his hair, stroking gently, "you feel very nice."

"oh, uh...thanks," he's not sure exactly how he's supposed to respond to that.

continuing to play with shane's hair with his left hand, rozanov brings his right hand downwards to wrap around shane's middle, placing his palm flat on his abdomen. they lay there like that for a few moments without speaking, rozanov's cock completely soft now but still taking up space inside shane's body, keeping him full. shane keeps waiting for the inevitable chirp, the awkward untangling of their limbs so rozanov can go shower and leave.

instead, rozanov's thumb strokes the skin above shane's bellybutton. he plays with shane's hair. he breathes against shane's neck.

"is this okay?" shane breaks the silence, unsure, "you're not like...counting the minutes, are you?" he laughs nervously, "it's okay if you are."

"i'm not," rozanov reassures him, "i like cuddling."

oh. is that what they're doing? cuddling?

"yeah, i like cuddling too," shane replies, as if he's always known this, "it's nice." he wishes he could think of another word to describe how fucking good this feels, but his head's still a little foggy, still dropped into that weird place.

they probably shouldn't be doing this.

"is nice to be held," rozanov murmurs, and he nuzzles a little more into the back of shane's neck, burying his soft cock a little further inside of him. "and nice to hold someone."

"yeah, it is."

shane can feel rozanov's eyelashes fanning against his skin. he can feel the hair on his chest tickling the square of his back. and he can feel when rozanov presses a delicate kiss to his neck, just beneath his hair. they both know they'll have to get up in the next few minutes, that there's only so long rozanov can stay inside of shane before it starts to feel a little too much, a little gross.

but then rozanov is trailing his hand downward to touch shane's soft cock, fingers trailing up and down his shaft gently, soothingly. shane looks down to watch, tugging his lip into his mouth and feeling himself start to harden again. ilya thumbs the head where shane is already leaking, spreads it down his growing length.

"can you fuck me again?" shane asks softly, "before you go?"

rozanov groans quietly into his neck and shane smiles.

"a cigarette? are you joking?" shane sits up incredulously, brow furrowed, "no, i like being in peak athletic form, thank you very much."

ilya rolls his eyes, reaching over to tap the tip of his cig against the ash tray at his bedside, "one cigarette is not going to do anything, hollander," he says matter-of-factly, "and i am also in peak athletic form by the way, if you had not noticed."

shane scoffs, "that's what you think. who knows what your performance would be like if you weren't inhaling those death sticks every hour of every day."

"is not that much."

"coulda fooled me."

ilya raises an eyebrow, "hollander, you're not actually mad about this are you? i will not force you to smoke a cigarette. you are fine."

"i know," shane grumbles, beginning to ease off the bed, eyes searching for his underwear discarded somewhere on the floor, "i just think you're being stupid, that's all."

"oh, that's all?" sardonic as always, ilya takes another puff, this time not bothering to exhale in the opposite direction. smoke trails past his lips and hovers over the center of the bed between the two of them.

shane stares. "seriously, what's the appeal? what was ever the appeal, before you started?"

ilya shrugs, lips downturned, "i don't know. is what everyone was doing. my friends, my brother. just seemed like normal thing."

"how old were you? when you had your first one?"

"twelve."

shane blinks. once, twice. his brow furrows even more, which ilya didn't think was possible. "you were twelve years old when you started smoking," he states.

another shrug, "was normal."

"that's crazy, rozanov," shane is staring at the cigarette now, and ilya sees something in his eyes that he can't place. he looks focused and yet far away, like he's trying to reconcile something in his mind.

"why? because i was having fun while you were watching mickey mouse?"

"because you- your body should not be in the condition it's in if it's been over ten years since you started. that doesn't make any sense. i don't think i've ever even heard you cough." shane seems to be spiraling a little, and ilya's not really sure why.

"why does it matter?" he asks with another shrug, "i am healthy, so no big deal."

"but it won't always be that way," shane is still halfway off the bed, one leg next to ilya's under the sheets while the other rests naked on the edge, like he's not sure if he wants to get up or stay seated, "it'll catch up to you eventually, it always does."

another shrug, "then i will quit."

"just like that? easy?"

"easy."

shane shakes his head, a smile playing at his lips, "you're unbelievable."

"thank you," ilya grins and taps the cig again, "and the offer still stands."

"...offer?"

"if you want to try, just ask."

shane breathes out through his nose, part laugh part huff, and finally pulls himself out of the bed. ilya watches, cigarette in hand, as shane nakedly crosses the room to pick up his briefs.

"no shower?" ilya asks; it's not a tease.

"nah, i promised hayden i'd get dinner with him and some of the guys at four," shane tugs his underwear on, "and if we get a shower i'm gonna end up blowing you." ilya doesn't think he'll ever be over the nonchalance of shane hollander saying things like blowing you in his bedroom at three o'clock on a weekday. he twitches under the sheets.

"are you sure? can be quick."

shane laughs, grin wide and beautiful as he reaches for his t-shirt, "we can not be quick. you know that." and the crazy thing is, ilya does know that. because this has been going on for so long now that they just know these things. shane just knows he'll want to take his time with ilya's cock, he knows he'll be on his knees in the shower until his skin gets wrinkly and uncomfortable, he knows ilya will want to return the favor as soon as he's done.

ilya sniffs, the scent of smoke beginning to permeate throughout the room. he watches shane tug on his sweatpants. "tell hayden i said hi."

shane rolls his eyes, walking back over to the bed to grab his phone from the other nightstand. he unlocks it and skims his notifications briefly before stuffing it in his pocket and turning his attention back to ilya.

"two weeks?" he asks, a confirmation.

"two weeks," ilya echoes back with a nod, "c'mere."

shane flushes a little, ilya's favorite thing, and then he's kneeling on the bed to press a soft kiss to ilya's lips, eyelashes fanning gorgeously over his freckled cheeks. ilya kisses back with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, fingers tightening on the cig so it doesn't drop.

"you taste like smoke," shane mumbles against ilya's lips, but he doesn't pull away. instead he deepens the kiss a little, hand coming up to cup ilya's face tenderly.

"you like it," ilya murmurs, slipping his tongue into shane's mouth. shane groans a little, breath shaky, pulls away to peer down at ilya hazily. ilya nudges his nose against shane's, chasing his lips, "admit it."

"mmm..." shane's response is soft, light, thumb stroking the apple of ilya's cheek as they continue to kiss unhurriedly, like suddenly they have all the time in the world. ilya brings his hand up, cigarette still burning between his fingers, and holds it in front of his face, in front of shane's.

"you want to taste it, hollander?" he asks, voice low and hushed, "i won't tell."

shane's eyes are lidded and droopy, gaze falling to the cigarette growing smaller the longer he dawdles. he does seem to be thinking about it, and ilya figures he'll make the decision for him before he chickens out.

"come here," he murmurs, bringing the cig to his lips and his other hand to the back of shane's head. he cradles it, fingers scratching through shane's dark hair as he takes a slow puff. he uses his pinkie finger to tap shane's bottom lip.

shane doesn't move away, doesn't say no. instead, he closes his eyes and ilya watches as he opens his mouth. just enough to kiss. just enough for ilya to lean in and softly press their lips together. for him to carefully blow the exhaled smoke into shane's mouth. shane's eyelashes flutter, nose crinkling a bit - but he doesn't cough. he breathes slowly, precisely, like he somehow knows exactly what to do, inhaling obediently, taking it all into his throat and his athletic lungs.

"good?" ilya murmurs when he pulls away, and shane slowly opens his eyes. he's going to that place again, ilya can tell. that place ilya takes him so often. soft. docile. pliant.

"mhm," shane nods, blinking slowly. he's looking at ilya's lips.

"let's shower," ilya says softly, reaching behind him to press the remainder of the cigarette into the ashtray, dropping it from his fingers. he turns back to shane and strokes his cheek gently, thumbing his freckles, "hm? don't go yet." he's not usually this needy. or this obvious. but shane needs him now, they both know it.

"okay," shane mumbles, and a small tendril of smoke slips past his lips alongside the word.

shane makes another frustrated noise of indignation and spits in the sink, shoving his toothbrush into its holder and reaching down to splash his face with cold water. he doesn't know how the fuck they managed to let this happen. he has never been late to practice. never. not once in his entire hockey career. and now, only one week into his placement on the centaurs, the unthinkable has happened.

"we need to start setting dual alarms," shane mumbles as he dries his face and tugs off his briefs, "i can't be in charge of it when it's the two of us, not when you're so fucking-" he cuts himself off, groaning again.

"so fucking....what?" shane can see ilya smiling in the mirror's reflection as he stands naked behind him, rubbing his thighs with his towel.

"so fucking horny in the mornings," shane says with a roll of his eyes, and then he's passing ilya to take his turn in the shower. he pays no mind to the firm slap ilya lays on his right ass cheek.

"oh, i'm sorry, did you not want me to fuck you?" ilya asks sardonically as shane turns on the shower, "mister 'i'm still all open'? mister 'fill me up again, please, ilya'?"

"can't hear you!"

"mister 'make me take it'?" ilya calls a little louder, even though he knows shane can hear him fine over the water, "mister 'fuck me awake'?"

"well, you didn't do a very good job did you?" shane calls back, frantically soaping himself, "you fucked me back to sleep."

"because it was good!"

"that's beside the point! you shouldn't have let me! and you shouldn't have fallen back asleep too!" shane grimaces a bit as he slows his washing speed to gently clean his hole, still sore and fucked open, "and now we're late for practice on my second fucking week."

"you know i will take full responsibility, shane."

shane shakes his head against the hot water and grumbles, rinsing himself quickly and then shutting it off. he stumbles out and ilya holds out a fresh towel, peering at him with a much more apologetic expression.

"i am sorry," he says, voice firm and serious, "you know i am sorry."

shane takes it from him and breathes deeply, "i know, baby."

"i did not mean to fall back asleep, really."

"i know," unable to stop himself when his husband is being so genuine and sweet, shane reaches over to cradle the back of his head, pulling ilya's face toward his. he kisses him softly, fingers tangling in his curls, "i love you," he mumbles against his lips, "i'm not really mad at you."

"i know you're not," ilya murmurs, brushing their noses together, "you are stressed. i love you too."

"now put some clothes on," shane tells him as he pulls away, "and let anya out to pee."

ilya salutes him and leaves the bathroom to go get changed, smiling to himself when he sees shane in the mirror checking out his ass. typical.

shane towels off his wet skin and reaches for his lotion. he'll be damned if he's gonna deal with the uncomfortable feeling of dry skin all day, even if he's in a rush. he moisturizes his body as quickly as he can and then carefully applies some soothing cream to his hole, hissing a little bit at the cool sensation. it's a reminder that this really is his fault, not ilya's. shane had been the one to shut off the alarm. he'd been the one who rolled over onto his stomach while ilya sleepily sat up. he'd been the one who'd murmured, "you fucked me so deep last night," then widened his legs and added "i'm still all open."

he can't really blame ilya for immediately reaching down to thumb his hole, cooing softly and croaking out a soft and sleepy, "are you sore, sweetheart? or do you need more?"

of course he'd asked for more.

he tosses the cream back onto the counter and nakedly walks to the toilet. piss, get dressed, grab water and a protein bar, leave the house, he thinks to himself. plan what the fuck you're gonna say to coach on the way there. don't let ilya take the fall.

at the thought of ilya, his husband suddenly returns to the bathroom, no longer naked, "anya is all good," he confirms with a smile, "i'm ready to go, just need to piss."

"just wait a second," shane says, already aiming his soft cock at the toilet bowl, "i'm going first."

ilya doesn't respond and shane figures he's just waiting his turn, standing by. shane's not bothered; it's nothing ilya hasn't seen before. he relaxes himself and starts peeing, still going over the short task list in his head.

it's only a few seconds later that his stream is suddenly joined by another.

"ilya, what the fuck," shane groans, but ilya can hear in his voice that he's not actually mad. he would never dream of doing this if he knew shane would be uncomfortable, "you can't just wait?"

"no," ilya says with a sly smile. shane looks down to see where ilya is holding himself, cock similarly soft and clean, releasing a steady stream, "is hot, yes? kind of?"

shane's about to say no, but then ilya is directing his stream over shane's, allowing them to cross. wordless, shane angles his cock to meet ilya's stream even more, eyes going a little glazed over as he watches both his and his husband relieve themselves together. ilya chuckles softly, and shane feels his big hand palm his lower back, pulling him a little closer. their sides touch, shane's naked body and ilya's clothed one, and shane shivers.

"fuck, it is kind of hot," shane murmurs, and he leans his head over to rest it on ilya's shoulder, still gazing down at their streams. he notices that ilya's cock is hardening a little bit, watches as his husband gently tugs his foreskin back a little.

"you're getting hard," ilya says suddenly, taking the words right out of shane's mouth. shane's brow furrows and he looks down at his own cock to see that ilya is very correct.

"fuck," shane says softly, acknowledging his hardening length but also acknowledging that this is really turning him on. he can't believe how much it's turning him on, actually. if they weren't late...

"d'you want me to pee on your cock?" ilya asks, and it's not a joke, it's a genuine question.

"fuck," shane says again, closing his eyes, "...not right now," he shakes his head in disbelief at his own words.

"oh god, hollander," ilya groans, resting his head against shane's as his stream starts to taper off "i think we might like piss stuff."

"now is not the time to explore that," shane admonishes, though he can't help but smile a little.

"but later?"

"yes. for sure."

ilya groans again and rubs shane's bare back softly as both their streams die out. shane thinks about ilya's offer, pictures what it would look like, what it would feel like, for ilya to claim him in that way. he shivers again as he taps off his excess, reaching over to grab a square of toilet paper.

"wait," ilya murmurs, and shane waits.

ilya tugs shane into him a little more so they're almost facing each other, angling their cocks together. still holding his own, ilya carefully taps the head of his cock against shane's, lets a small dribble of piss leak down onto shane's tip. they watch as it drips down slowly, and shane lets out a soft sound of pleasure.

"that's mine," ilya murmurs.

shane buries his face in ilya's neck, nodding against his warm skin as his cock thickens, "it is," he groans, "but fuck, ilya, this is not the time."

"i know," ilya rubs the head of his cock against shane's once more before pulling back, taking the square of toilet paper from shane's hand and dabbing himself, "now go get dressed or else wiebe will make you team goalie."

so they settle on ilya's bed and shane lays flat on his back, legs open, already dripping and sticky and flushed. and ilya lays out all the tiny things they talked about trying to fit inside. they vary little in size to the human eye but to shane they are all massively different. items like bracelet beads, matches, pens, the rounded cap of a marker, a double a battery, etc. just things ilya had laying around his house (ofc later on he starts buying things online specifically for this purpose but rn they're just working w what they got) that look like they'd fit inside shane.

so ilya carefully and meticulously puts things into shane's pussy for about an hour. and it's fucking incredible for shane, who gets to just lay there all twitchy and oversensitive and dribbling a constant stream of nectar while he gets played with. ilya hasn't had too much experience with shane's pussy at this point other than tasting it, so he takes his time looking at it, analyzing it. he vows mentally to buy a magnifying glass so he can inspect it further. he gently rubs the warm, wet heat with his thumb, obsessed with the way shane's tiny folds feel against his skin. he carefully scissors shane open with his index and middle, brow furrowing with arousal when he sees how shane's pussy looks all open and wide.

he takes his time with each item, hushing shane softly when he whimpers and moans. he almost feels like he's doing some kind of weird science experiment, doing tests, proving hypotheses, learning things. and in a way he is, but he just happens to be doing the experiment on a very handsome very tiny and very horny fairy.

when they get to the battery, shane is looking up at ilya with an expression that looks completely gone. he's come so many times on so many different little objects, nectar is everywhere and he's warm and tingly and obviously he's in subdrop. he no longer really recognizes himself, just wants to be used as a little experiment for ilya, made to lay there on ilya's duvet and have things inserted into him over and over again. he fucking loves it, it's probably the best he's ever felt in his life.

the battery is by far the thickest thing they've tried, and shane feels himself go a little cross-eyed as it stretches him wide, slips into him so easily and goes so deep. he lets out a quiet sob of pleasure and ilya makes a cooing sound, murmurs, "you're okay, malysh" as he continues to push it further inside. he gives shane the index finger on his free hand and shane laps at it with tears in his eyes, pulsing nectar around the battery.

"is not too big?" ilya asks once it's fully seated within shane, and shane just looks up at him hazily and shakes his head.

"s'not too big," he whimpers, "need more, ilya."

and ilya's THROBBING in his jeans and all he wants to do is take his cock out and place shane's pussy on top of it and see just exactly how much he can manage to fit inside there - if any - but shane's so overstimulated and he definitely needs a break, as much as he'd deny it.

"let's make you come one more time," ilya says with a gentle smile, thumbing the tip of the battery and rotating it slowly against shane's inner walls, "just one more time, okay?"

shane will be chopping veggies in the kitchen and ilya will come up behind him and hold him so close, rest his chin on shane's shoulder and nuzzle into his neck. and shane will giggle and his skin will warm and he'll pretend to be a little annoyed like "hey, i have a knife here, you don't wanna distract me" and ilya will laugh and nose the freckle on shane's ear and murmur, "i just love you so much" because he can say that now. he can just say that out loud. and shane will put the knife down and lean back into ilya's embrace, eyes closing, hands coming up to squeeze his boyfriend's strong forearms, reply "i love you so much, baby", the pet name falling from his lips like it's the easiest thing in the world - because it is. and suddenly ilya is holding him tighter, making a soft little affirming sound, and then shane's turning his head and receiving the sweetest little kiss from his baby. and neither of them have ever felt so free and so loved and so special.

they say "i love you" so much you'd think the words would lose all meaning but they don't. every time the phrase passes either of their lips it sends tingles down their spines and warmth to their cheeks. they'll be cuddling on the couch, ilya's head on shane's chest while shane runs his fingers through his hair, and shane will just softly say, "i love you, baby", testing the waters again with the pet name, just double checking. and with no hestiation ilya will snuggle in closer and murmur, "i love you, shane" right back.

they'll be turning off the lights in the cottage and getting ready to go to bed, plunged into sudden darkness in the living room and ilya will reach out his hand to hold shane's, bring it to his lips and press a kiss to his palm. whisper, "i'm so in love with you". and shane can't see him properly but he feels him, feels so much, finds his warm cheek and whispers back, "i've been in love with you for so long, ilya".

and then when they're laying in bed a little while later, tired from a slow fuck - not even a fuck at this point, they might as well call it making love - and cuddling each other under the sheets, naked bodies entwined, shane will bury his face in ilya's chest, nose nuzzling into the hair there. ilya's hand will come up to cradle the back of shane's head and he'll softly tell him, "you are so perfect". shane will smile into ilya's skin and press soft little kisses everywhere, to all the little moles and freckles, to each nipple, mumbling "no you are" through muffled pecks.

everything they say to each other feels like a secret they're telling, something sacred and special, something that exists freely and beautifully within the walls of the cottage. and then they wake up the next morning with the sun glimmering through the windows and birdsong trickling in, soft light enveloping them in gold. they've swapped positions now, ilya's head on shane's chest, shane's hand carding through ilya's curls. ilya is barely awake but he's already taking advantage of another morning with shane, cuddling in as close as he possibly can and smooshing his cheek against shane's left pec. listening to his heartbeat, eyes half closed, his palm flat on shane's lower abdomen, pinkie just barely brushing the base of his boyfriend's soft cock. his fingers will trail down a little, slow and teasing, and shane will laugh a little breathlessly. ilya will look up, see shane's grin and smile back just as wide, eyes bleary.

"you always want it, don't you baby?" shane will murmur, the word falling so easy from his mouth again just like every other word spoken over the past few days. baby. god, ilya really likes that. he likes it so much. and he shows shane just how much by wrapping his hand around shane's already hardening cock, biting down on his lip.

"yes," he'll say back, nodding a little desperately, "i want it shane."

"where do you want it?" shane will question, voice sly - of course he already knows the answer. but ilya will supply it for him, eyes hazy.

"in my mouth" ilya's voice is whiny, still edged with sleep but now with a quickly burgeoning desperation. and shane will smile, sleepy and gorgeous, thumbing the mole on ilya's cheek, and tell him quietly,

"nectar?" ilya can't stop staring at fairy!shane's hole. he didn't really process fully until this moment that shane has a little pussy, but now he can't stop looking at it. the way it seems to shimmer under the sunlight, the dark patch of pubic hair that surrounds it, and of course the slow drip of clear liquid that's drooling from that small opening.

"yeah, i leak a lot," shane tells him matter-of-factly, like it's the most normal thing in the world, "it actually helps out the ecosystem, and-" he keeps talking, explaining the nectar, but ilya's ears suddenly feel muffled and strange. he can't focus on what shane's saying because he's too fucking distracted by that small pussy, the little twitches of its opening, the constant stream of nectar.

"-taste it?" is the last words ilya hears, and his eyes suddenly snap back to shane's face, widening.

"what?"

shane opens his legs a little wider, peering up at ilya with the sweetest little expression, brown eyes big and pleading, "do you wanna taste it?"

"taste it?" ilya chokes out, still completely disbelieving of this entire situation.

"yeah, it tastes good, i promise," shane's hand moves downwards, two tiny fingers carefully scissoring himself open a little more, hole pulled wide, "there's always so much of it, feels kinda like a waste for it to just get on your hand."

ilya can't tell if shane is flirting with him or trying to seduce him or just being factual - his voice has this flat affect that makes it difficult to decipher. in fact, everything about this little fairy in his palm is hard to decipher. does shane know what he's asking of ilya?

"you want me to just..." ilya trails off, and instead of continuing his sentence he darts his tongue out to lick his lips.

"lick it," shane says with a smile, leaning back and settling beautifully into ilya's palm, "you won't hurt me."

"lick it?" ilya repeats, heart pounding. he's aware he probably sounds fucking stupid, just repeating shane's words and asking short questions, but he still can't really fathom what's happening right now.

"yeah, just-" shane lays flat and brings his other hand downwards, replacing his scissored fingers with his two thumbs, holding himself open, "put your tongue right here and taste."

"...right there?" it's barely a whisper, ilya's throat bobbing.

"right there, yeah," shane confirms with a sweet smile, freckles glittering, "it'll feel nice for me."

i'm sure it will, ilya wants to say, i'm sure there are other things that would feel nice for you down there too, but instead he just licks his lips again, swallows a little nervously, and brings his hand up to be level with his face. shane's directly in front of him now, legs splayed, his pretty hole held so so wide for ilya to see. now that he's closer to his face, ilya can smell something sweet, floral, delicious. it only takes him a few seconds to realize that it's the nectar.

unable to wait any longer, ilya makes a soft little desperate sound and leans in to ever so carefully place the tip of his tongue to shane's pussy. it's so so wet, much stickier than a regular pussy, its release much more like a thick syrup, like honey. and god it tastes like honey too, honey and lavender and sugar and a million other things ilya would never be able to name.

it tastes so fucking good.

ilya pulls his face back, tongue going back into his mouth and allowing the little scoop of nectar to spread down the back of his throat. he groans as he swallows it, brow furrowing in pleasure at the taste and sensation.

"yummy?" shane asks quietly, still smiling, "you want more?"