hollanov all soft and giggly and smiley in bed just givin each other little touches and kisses but then oops....ilya's hand is slowly slipping down under the covers and his fingers are lightly tracing the heavy shape of shane's balls....and shane's eyes go all lidded and ilya's smile slowly fades as he strokes the base of shane's cock, rubbing little circles into the skin. and they're both just peering into each other's eyes, giggles and smiles forgotten, shane's mouth curving into a little pout that ilya presses a slow, wet kiss to. murmurs, "is your head going empty moy lubimyy?" and shane just nods slowly as ilya slides his hand upwards to thumb softly at shane's wet tip, starting to pulse steadily. whispers "i know" like a secret as he grips shane's thick shaft and starts to stroke in earnest, "i know, sweetheart..."
