Ilya is self destructive. He knows this. Him and Shane Hollander have been in this situationship cycle for years: fuck hard, ghost for a bit, sext, fuck again, chirp, feel awful about self, repeat.
But Ilya can't stop. He can't leave Hollander alone. He's tried (read: ghost for a bit from above).
So he has to make Hollander leave him.
Ilya makes a mental list (because he's NEVER writing this shit down, fuck no!) of the freakiest sexual things he can think of. If he freaked too hard, Hollander would leave disgusted. Ilya would be done with him, bridged burned, and he could move on with his life.
He starts with cuffs. Surely Hollander is too boring for cuffs.
Scratch that, Hollander LOVES cuffs. Ilya gets the man to cum twice in under thirty minutes.
"You should bring those every time," Shane Boring Hollander says afterwards, as casually as if asking for a boring salad.
Ilya scratches that off his Mental Freak List.
Next, cum control. Ilya's sure there's an English term for it, but he's not risking his internet history to search it.
When Hollander says he's about to cum, Ilya shakes his head, "No, not yet. Wait."
Shane whines, but follows orders. He manages to outlast Ilya, fuck the asshole. The whining and begging gave Ilya the hardest orgasm of his life.
"That was hot," Shane comments as he kisses Ilya once more before getting off the dirty bed.
Ilya is determined. Breath play, CBT, spanking. He even tried mutual masterbatiom, because surely Boring Shane Hollander would be too embarrassed to get off while being watched.
No. Not one moment of hesitation during any moment.
Ilya starts keeping a physical list, because he's close to losing his mind. If someone found the list, he's blame it on Insatiable Boring Shane Kinky Hollander. He's being made crazy enough to actually say Hollander's name.
Ilya slumps into the bus's scratchy seat after a long long night of denying Hollander, only to have the fucker totally into it.
"Christ, you look exhausted," Marly comments as he takes the seat next to Ilya.
He is. He doesn't know how the hell to get Shane Hollander disgusted enough to leave. Hell, last night Hollander suggested buying a cock ring. One that vibrates! For himself!
This man is going to fucking kill him.
He's going to make Ilya fall in love with him.
"You have no idea, Marly," Ilya croaks out.
"Didn't you see your Montreal girl?" Marly looks at him concerned. "Bad night?"
"She did not stop, Marly."
Marly blinks twice. "What?"
"She. Did. Not. Stop. I have hockey game, very tiring, yet she stays up all night. I can't keep up. I can't keep up with her." Ilya looks up at his best friend, desperation loosening his lips. "I try to think of something too freaky, hoping she cuts off relationship? She out freaks me. Me! She asked about adding Sensory Deprivation. I had to google what this is!"
Marly shakes his head with a disbelieving laugh.
"You do not believe me?" Ilya pulls his shirt collar down to reveal an already-bruising bite mark. Not a hickey, no. You can see each individual tooth mark. "I cannot keep up Marly. I try. I think of things, but she's there matching each step."
Marly looks at the bite in amazement. He has to admit, it's really hot. No homo, of course. "And why do you want to get rid of this girl? Get your freak on, Rozzy."
Ilya slumps down and rests his head against the window. He really didn't get any sleep beside a couple hours. "I love her, but I cannot. I do not want to, but I do. I cannot leave her, so she needs to leave me."
"And you thought involving wild kinks into your sex would scare her off?"
Ilya shrugs, already starting to fall asleep. "He is boring Canadian."
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