Wibbly Wobbly Bloggly

Bonus:

Rodney Wood

"you look great!" - normal. Anyone could say this. Could be true or could just be lying to be nice. Very normal expected thing to say to someone

Anyway this is all to say do we think that Ilya ever during those two weeks of summer-tinged emotional catharsis and sexual bliss puts Shane on the couch at the cottage and loves on him and then comes on his chest and stomach and then yanks his hair back and snarles into Shane's still-open mouth "You aren't allowed to fucking move until I tell you," and then leaves Shane there while the sun goes down and then when he comes back he stands in front of Shane in the dark for a very long time and finally says, "On your knees," and Shane hits his knees before the words are even fully out of Ilya's mouth and Ilya presses his thumb into the flaky-dried cum on Shane's chest and says, "You can speak," and Shane babbles out sorry after sorry as he kisses Ilya's stomach and thighs and hips and cock and Ilya just. Fucking takes him apart. Then afterward Ilya spoons up behind Shane's still-quivering body on the carpet and presses the softest kisses there and says, "Do not ever run away from our bed again."

"It was a couch." Pedantry is in Shane's fucking bones, apparently.

And Ilya bites and says, "Our bed is wherever I kiss you or fuck you or hit you or make you cry. If you are scared or mad or sad you tell me and I will stay with you in our bed until I make it better. We don't leave our bed until we can leave it together."

"I'm sorry," Shane says again, "I shouldn't have--"

"It's over now," Ilya tells him, because it is. "You came back, didn't you? Back to our bed? Yes you did. My good boy."