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HARRIS
"Good morning," Harris whispered, his lips pressed against Troy's back.
"Good morning," Troy murmured sleepily. "Is it time for work already?"
"Almost, but I wanted to talk to you first."
"Is it something serious?" He turned around to face Harris.
"No, it's nothing serious; it's just that Rose invited us to go to a club tonight with Shane and Ilya, too."
"Oh."
"Do you want to go?"
"Do you want to?"
"It wouldn't hurt to go out for a bit; the store is closed tomorrow, so we can sleep in."
"Then we'll go."
"Are you sure?"
"Will we be able to be together there?"
"I haven't told Rose about us yet."
"Harris, I'm sure everyone has already figured it out. Even Shane, who isn't exactly the most perceptive person in the world, has been looking at me differently."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, it’s been a month already; how much longer do you want to wait to tell her?"
"A month isn't that long."
"Whatever." Troy turned his back again.
"What are you doing?"
"If it’s not time for work yet, I’m going back to sleep."
"I thought we were talking."
"I don't want to go somewhere where I have to pretend you and I are nothing, no thanks, I already do that every day at work."
Harris lay there staring at the man's back for a few minutes.
"Troy?" He didn't answer. "I know you're not asleep."
"What?"
"Can you look at me, please?"
Troy turned around; he was sulking.
"I’m going to tell Rose today, and we can be together tonight."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously."
The man smiled at him.
"You're right, everyone probably knows about us."
"Why do you say that?"
"I wasn't even sure you had teeth until a while ago, and now you won't stop smiling."
Troy buried his face in the crook of Harris's neck and bit him, his hand squeezing Harris's ass and pulling him closer.
"Don't start, or we'll be late for work. What kind of impression do you think that'll make when I tell Rose?"
"We won't be late, it'll only take five minutes."
"It never takes just five minutes."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Troy said, covering Harris's body with his own.
SHANE
Shane woke up in Ilya's arms in the morning, a smile spreading across his face immediately as he remembered the previous night. It didn't seem real, but it was; after so much waiting, he finally had the man of his life by his side.
He tried to get up without waking him, but he couldn't.
"You should skip work today," a very sleepy Ilya whispered in his ear, hugging him from behind and preventing him from getting out of bed.
"I can't, Saturday is a very busy day."
"Damn capitalism."
Shane laughed.
"You hate a lot of things."
"Only the things that take you away from me."
"We'll see each other later, at the club."
"Yeah, but there will be so many people."
"Yeah, I hate that part too."
"We'll sleep together again."
"Yes, we will."
"That wasn't a question." Ilya laughed.
“I never thought you’d be so needy, Rozanov.”
“I’m not needy, it’s your fault, you made me so disgusting.” Ilya kissed Shane’s neck repeatedly.
“I need to go, I can’t be late, today’s my day to open the store.”
Ilya groaned dramatically. Shane gave him one last kiss before getting up. It didn’t take a minute for him to be asleep again. Shane wondered if he had even been awake during the conversation.
Shane opened Ilya’s drawers and looked for something that would fit him. The clothes he had worn the night before were scattered on the floor, and Anya slept peacefully on top of them.
…
“Those aren’t your clothes,” Rose said, approaching Shane as he put some books back on the shelf.
“Do you know all my clothes?”
“I’ve known you for a thousand years; we see each other every day. Yeah, I know your entire closet.”
Shane smiled.
“You sneaky little bitch,” Rose murmured. “You went after him, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“You definitely did. You guys hooked up.” She slapped Shane on the shoulder. “Of course you did, you’re glowing like someone who spent the night getting wrecked by a hot, strong Russian.”
“Shut up,” Shane said, placing his hand over her lips and pulling her into the office.
“Tell me everything,” Rose said as Shane closed the door behind them.
“I’m not telling you the details.”
“Is it big?”
Shane stayed silent.
“How big?” Shane was turning pink from the neck up. “Oh my God, that big?”
“Jesus Christ, fine... Yeah, it’s big, it’s great, it feels fucking amazing, oh my God.” Shane put his hands to his face. “I’m so in love with him.”
“Yeeeessss,” Rose cheered and hugged him. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks,” Shane smiled.
“So, are you guys officially boyfriends now?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God. Now you can stop freaking out about his ex.”
“Okay, first of all, I wasn’t freaking out. And second, did you see that guy? Did you see how tall he is?”
“So tall,” Rose sighed.
“You aren’t helping; you shouldn’t find him attractive.”
“Well, I have eyes; it’s hard not to notice...”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Shane, Ilya seems just as in love as you are.”
“You think?”
“Hello?”
“Okay, okay... To be honest, Sasha seems cool.”
“Thank God. Let’s put that insecurity to rest, because tonight we’re all hitting the club.”
“I hope this turns out to be a good idea.”
“It’s the best idea ever, your exes, your current partner, and his ex? It’s bound to be the entertainment of the century.”
“Maybe I don’t want entertainment; maybe I want peace.”
“No, Shane, don’t be a buzzkill. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“Maybe for you... I know you planned all this just to hit on Svetlana.”
Rose put on a mock-shocked expression.
“Shane Hollander, how could you say that about me?”
“Lucky for you, I’m happy, so I want everyone else to be happy too.”
“I’ll only be happy again if I get to see that woman naked, Shane.”
“Oh my God, do you even know if she’s into women?”
“I know you don’t have the sharpest gaydar like the rest of us...”
“Fuck off,” Shane laughed.
“But most people can tell if someone’s interested just by exchanging a few glances, and I think she wants me...”
“You’re probably right.”
“I’m always right.”
A knock at the door interrupts the conversation.
ROSE
“Hi, Harris, come on in,” Rose said as the man opened the door.
“Excuse me, could I have a word with you in private?”
“I’ll wait outside,” Shane said, stepping out and closing the door behind him.
“Is it serious?”
“No, I mean, I don’t know...” The man looked nervous.
“Okay, I’m listening,” she said, sitting on the small sofa in the corner of the room.
Harris sat down next to her.
“I wanted to tell you that Troy and I are together,” he began. “I know the company doesn’t have rules about relationships between employees, but I wanted to tell you so it wouldn’t be awkward when you saw us together tonight.”
“Is that it? Did you think I might get mad at you?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged.
“Harris, you’re my friend; I’m happy for you.” Rose hugged him. “How long has it been?”
“Since Shane’s birthday.”
“You kept this from me for over a month?”
“See... I knew you’d be upset.”
“I’m not... I just... To tell you the truth, I already knew; I was just waiting for you to tell me.”
“How did you know?”
“All that happiness of yours rubbed off on poor Troy like glitter. He’s been glowing lately.” She laughed, but then turned serious again. “You didn’t need to keep it a secret from me.”
“I think I was hiding it from myself, too.” Harris sighed. “Troy is great, and this time we’ve spent together has been so good, but I keep waiting for him to realize we have nothing in common and get tired of me.”
“That’s impossible, Harris. You’re the easiest person to like on the face of the earth. No one would ever get tired of you. Ever.”
“I don’t know.”
“But I know.” Rose brushed her hand against his cheek. “He’s very lucky to have you.”
“And I’m very lucky to have you,” Harris said, hugging her.
“I know,” Rose laughed in his ear.
“You’re the worst.”
...
Rose was sitting outside the fitting room of a store where she never would have gone to shop for herself, since some garments cost the equivalent of her weekly earnings from the bookstore, but Svetlana had dragged her to the mall during their lunch break, claiming she needed something decent to wear that night. It seemed like a flimsy excuse just to spend time together, and Rose loved it.
“Can you help me with the zipper?” Svetlana called out from inside the fitting room.
“Yes.”
Sveta unlocked the door, and Rose stepped into the cubicle. Rose slid the zipper of the short black silk dress upward.
“Do you like it?”
“You look beautiful.”
“You said that about the other three I tried on.”
“That’s because you looked beautiful in all of them.”
Svetlana smiled at her, and Rose nearly swooned.
“Do you flirt like this all the time?” There was a predatory glint in her eyes as she spoke the words.
“Not all the time... Is it working?”
Svetlana smiled and turned around, moving her hair aside so Rose could unzip the dress.
“You tell me,” she said, turning back to face her, and then slid the dress straps down, letting the garment fall to the floor.
In that moment, Rose Landry would have let Svetlana put a leash on her and drag her wherever she pleased. Sveta merely glanced briefly at the floor, and Rose was already at her feet, gathering up the dress. Perhaps it was the effect of having the most beautiful woman she had ever seen standing half-naked before her, but Rose felt as though everything were happening in slow motion.
Her eyes traveled over Svetlana’s entire body as Rose stood up again, trying politely not to linger on the black lace panties or the exposed breasts.
“Thank you,” Svetlana said, reaching out for the garment in Rose’s hands; her fingers lingered far longer than necessary as she leaned a little closer to Rose and whispered in her ear, “Just in case you were wondering, it’s working perfectly.”
Instead of pulling away, she let her lips glide gently across Rose’s cheek.
“Is it working for you, too?”
“Absolutely.”
“Great.” Sveta cupped her chin and gave her a soft kiss, it probably lasted no more than two seconds, but it was enough to leave Rose breathless. “So, did you like that dress? Is it easy to take off?”
Rose smiled. “I can always help if you can’t manage it on your own.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Svetlana winked at her, already starting to put her clothes back on.
On the way to the register, Svetlana asked a sales woman to grab the short silver dress that had been in the window display. Rose had pointed it out to Sveta when they first walked into the store.
After paying for it, she handed the bag to Rose.
“I can’t accept this.”
Svetlana stepped closer to Rose and whispered in her ear, “Please, accept it. It’ll look perfect on you... And I want the pleasure of taking it off later.”
Rose wished it were already night.
SHANE
Shane walked into the club already wanting to leave; he hated excessive noise, he loathed the way the lights moved erratically, and he certainly detested bumping into people as he walked around, though being friends with Rose for so many years had made him almost used to it. Almost.
He was also there for Ilya; although Ilya hadn't explicitly said so, Shane knew he enjoyed going out. Most of the time they spent together was at home, which suited Shane fine but could be boring for others. He knew his own limitations, but he didn't mind stepping out of his comfort zone if it was for someone he cared about.
“You finally made it,” Ilya said, wrapping his arm around Shane’s waist and pulling him in for a quick kiss.
“So, you missed me?”
“Of course not,” Ilya said, even as his mouth nuzzled Shane’s neck.
“You guys are gross,” Svetlana said, rolling her eyes.
“Hi,” Rose said, hugging her.
Shane also waved to her and to Sasha, who was watching them without showing whether the display bothered him at all.
“Is it just us?” the man asked, planning to bolt the moment he got confirmation that he’d be the third wheel.
“No,” Rose interjected. “I invited some friends of ours, too; they should be here soon. Let’s sit down for a bit.”
Rose spoke to a staff member, who led them to one of the secluded booths and removed the "Reserved" sign.
“Stay here; I’ll be right back,” Rose said, disappearing into the crowd as they settled in.
Before Rose returned, Hayden and Jackie arrived. Ilya introduced them to the others who didn't know them yet. Shane was using all his concentration just to remain present at the table instead of freaking out over the deafening noise.
Shane noticed the look of mortification on Hayden’s face when Sasha took Jackie’s hand and brought it to his lips in greeting, right in front of him. “Nice to meet you, Jackie,” he said gallantly.
“That’s my wife, man,” Hayden said, sitting between them.
“Sorry, what was I thinking?!” Sasha took Hayden’s hand, which was resting on the table, and brought it to his lips as well, his eyes lingering on the man’s in a silent challenge. “Nice to meet you too, Hayden.”
Hayden was left speechless, but Jackie seemed to relish the scene.
They had kept their relationship open for a brief period before Jackie became pregnant with the twins, much to Hayden’s dismay, as he could never quite get used to the fact that everyone had a thing for his wife.
Shane glanced at Svetlana, who was standing beside him, making a tremendous effort not to laugh. It was going to be a long night.
Rose returned with a bottle of expensive vodka, and the waiter accompanying her brought several glasses.
“A gift for Ilya,” she said with a smile. “I hope I’m not stereotyping you... You like vodka, right?”
“I do,” he smiled. “Thanks.”
“No need to thank me; we’re all going to drink your gift,” she said, placing the bottle in the center of the table and sitting down between Svetlana and Sasha. “And I think we should play a game, you know, so we can all get to know each other better.”
“Oh, God...” Shane said, already foreseeing where this was headed.
“Yes, babe.”
“Good evening,” Troy said shyly.
“Hey, guys,” Sam greeted them with a wave.
“Hello, everyone,” Harris smiled. “We have new faces, beautiful faces, too.”
“I love him already,” Svetlana said, extending her hand to greet him. “I’m Svetlana, Ilya’s sister; this is Sasha, our friend.”
They shook hands and exchanged a few kisses on the cheek, then settled into the booth with the others.
“Since everyone’s here, we can start.”
“Start what, exactly?” Sam asked.
“Never Have I Ever...” Shane said, sounding like a man announcing his own execution.
Shane got drunk very quickly, and he also knew that 80% of what came out of Rose’s mouth would be about sex, something he’d certainly had plenty of, but preferred not to reveal the details of.
“I’ve never played this,” Troy said.
“Save it for the game, sweetie,” Harris said. “You’re going to need it.”
“Okay,” Rose said excitedly, pouring a shot for everyone. “Did you all take Ubers like I asked? I don’t want any excuses for not enjoying the night.”
“Yes,” everyone replied.
“Great,” she smiled. “Since it’s Ilya’s birthday, I think he should start.”
“Let me think...” Ilya mused. “I’ve never gotten drunk and texted someone.”
Hayden and Sam didn’t drink. Ilya looked at Shane in surprise, wondering who he might have texted.
Shane leaned close to his ear and whispered, “On my eighteenth birthday, I stole a bottle of gin from my dad and sent you a text.”
“Sorry,” Ilya said; he remembered the message perfectly because he had read it the night before 'how I miss you' were the exact words.
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Shane kissed his cheek. He was happy to be drinking; perhaps he’d feel more at ease amidst all the surrounding noise once the alcohol started to kick in.
“Sveta,” Ilya said, “you’re next.”
“I’ve never had an unrequited crush,” she said confidently.
“Ugh,” Sam sighed. “It must be so nice to be that beautiful.”
Sveta winked at her.
Shane and Ilya locked eyes while the others drank; now they both knew they had silently reciprocated each other’s feelings. They didn’t drink during that round.
“I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone at this table,” Sam said. Everyone except her took a drink.
“I’ve never lied about not wanting to kiss someone at this table,” Troy said, and everyone burst out laughing. Sam gave him the middle finger.
“I’ve never hooked up with someone who was taken,” Jackie said; Svetlana, Ilya, and Sasha drank.
“No judgment,” Ilya said. “Sometimes you’re too drunk to ask.”
Shane laughed; Ilya had lived a thousand lives in ten years.
“I’ve never hooked up with a coworker,” said Hayden.
Ilya, Jackie, and Sam didn’t drink.
Harris and Troy laughed at each other.
“I’ve never slept with a woman,” said Harris. Everyone drank.
“I’ve never slept with a man,” said Sam, and everyone drank again.
“Oh my God,” said Shane. “I’m going to get so drunk... And this group is so queer,” he added, realizing for the first time that there wasn’t a single straight person at the table.
Ilya smiled. “You haven’t said anything yet.”
“I’ve never matched with someone and then never replied,” Shane confessed; everyone drank.
“You’re such a good guy,” said Rose.
“I’ve never pretended not to know someone after hooking up with them,” said Harris.
Svetlana, Rose, and Jackie drank.
“I’ve never felt jealous of anyone,” said Rose. She, Svetlana, and Sasha were the only ones who didn’t drink.
“I’ve never hooked up with someone to get over someone else,” said Sasha. Once again, the three of them were the only ones who didn’t drink.
Shane watched Sasha, but his eyes lingered on Ilya just as long as they did on anyone else at the table.
“I’ve never hooked up with two people from the same friend group,” said Ilya.
“Does it have to be at the same time?” asked Shane.
“Drink,” said Rose.
“I’ve never fallen in love with a friend,” said Svetlana.
Harris looked at Troy.
“We weren’t friends,” said Troy. “You hated me.”
“I didn’t hate you; I thought you hated me.”
Shane, Ilya, Sasha, and Rose drank.
“I’ve never received an unsolicited nude,” said Sam.
“It must be a dream not to like men,” said Harris.
Sam was the only one who didn’t drink.
“I’ve never flirted just for fun,” said Troy; he and Shane were the only ones who didn’t drink.
“I’ve never stalked an ex on social media,” said Hayden.
He, Ilya, and Shane didn’t drink.
“I’ve never had sex in a public place,” said Jackie.
Ilya glanced from Shane to Hayden as he saw them both drink. His eyes lingered on Shane, waiting for an explanation.
“In the car, in the college parking lot,” Shane said, keeping his voice as low as possible so no one else would hear.
“I’ve never kissed more than one person in the same night,” said Harris.
Only he and Troy didn’t drink.
“I’ve never been caught having sex,” said Shane.
Ilya and Sasha drank.
“Please, God, wipe my memory,” said Svetlana.
Shane felt a lump in his throat, Ilya had likely felt the same way a minute ago, so he swallowed it down.
“I’ve never gone back to an ex,” Sasha said.
Sam, Jackie, Rose, and Svetlana took a drink.
“Apparently, this is a club for girls who make terrible decisions,” Sam laughed.
“I’ve never woken up at someone’s place without remembering exactly how I got there,” Sam said.
Svetlana and Rose downed their drinks.
“I think that’s our cue,” Rose said. “We should go dance.”
“Absolutely.” Sveta took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
“Do you want to go too?” Sam asked Jackie, and both of them left the table.
Shane looked around, feeling the slight buzz of alcohol in his body; the atmosphere felt less draining with every drink he took.
Harris and Troy were on his side of the table, allowing him to watch Hayden and Sasha as if they were fish on display in an aquarium and he was a curious visitor.
Sasha brushed a lock of hair that had fallen onto Hayden’s forehead back into place, then whispered something in his ear that made him blush. The whole scene felt very strange to Shane. Then Hayden and Sasha got up from the table and headed to the dance floor to join the girls.
“Is he really hitting on Hayden?”
“Why do you care?”
“Isn’t that kind of disrespectful to Jackie?”
“Shane, we all say things about Jackie right to Hayden’s face.”
“Yeah, but none of us actually mean it.”
“Okay, but it’s none of our business anyway; they’re both adults.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Shane said, though he still seemed bothered.
“Are you jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous of Sasha?”
“Jealous of Hayden.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Ilya...”
“What?”
“You’re jealous of Hayden.”
“No, don’t try to turn the tables...”
Shane laughed.
“Baby.” He leaned in to kiss Ilya.
“Damn gays who stay friends with their exes. Why can’t we all just hate each other like straight people do?” Harris said, clearly amused by the situation.
“Then we wouldn’t be witnessing this,” Troy pointed out.
Shane and Ilya turned their heads at the same time, and there were Sasha and Hayden, kissing while Jackie watched them, looking very pleased.
“What the fuck...”
“Okay, you were right, it’s none of our business,” Shane said, shocked.
“Did I drink too much vodka, or do they really look a lot alike?” Harris asked.
“They could be brothers,” Troy said.
“They’re both pretty white, that’s all,” Shane said, uncomfortable with the oddness of the situation. “White people look a lot alike.”
“No, I would never date Hayden Pike,” Ilya said indignantly.
“Looks like you did,” Troy said, laughing.
“I liked you better when you didn’t talk,” Ilya said, though Troy was still laughing at him. “Do you want more vodka?” Ilya asked Shane.
“Please.”
...
Shane woke up in his bed next to Ilya; he had no idea how he’d gotten home. Shane had very little to no experience with vodka; he didn’t even remember getting drunk, he’d just kept knocking back shots, and now he only had a few fragmented memories of the night. One was of Ilya bathing him and putting him to bed, promising to come back soon. Shane had probably fallen asleep right after, because he didn’t remember seeing Ilya return.
“Baby,” Shane called out.
Ilya just groaned in response. Shane thought it best to let him sleep a little longer, but as he sat up in bed, he couldn't help but curse; it felt like someone had bashed him over the head with a club.
“Fuck.”
“What?” a sleepy Ilya asked, his eyes squinted shut as if the daylight might kill him. “What happened?”
“It’s just my head, it feels like it’s going to explode.” Shane ran his hand over the man’s back. “Go back to sleep, babe... Oh, God.”
Shane rushed to the bathroom with his hand over his mouth and threw up. Ilya arrived a few seconds later.
“I thought you’d already thrown everything up last night.”
“I threw up last night?” Shane asked, bewildered.
"Yes, I had to give you a bath."
"Oh, God, that’s so humiliating."
Ilya shrugged. "Look on the bright side: you don't remember it."
"I remember the bath... Vaguely."
"Are you feeling better now?"
"No, I’m never going to feel better; I think I’m dying."
"First hangover of your life?" Ilya laughed.
"The first one from vodka."
"Those are the worst."
"How are you doing so well? You drank just as much as I did, or more."
"I’m Russian, Shane."
"No, you’re just as Canadian as I am."
"I have a high tolerance for alcohol; that’s how I flirted with alcoholism back in Russia. You just keep drinking and drinking, and by the time you realize it’s too much, it’s already a bit too late."
"Maybe I shouldn't have let you drink last night. I'm sorry."
"Shane, baby," Ilya crouched down beside him. "I’m an adult, I’m fine. Last night was a really fun time."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." Shane nodded. "I think I need another shower; I’m all sweaty."
"Do you need help?"
"No, I’m good."
"Okay, I’ll make us some coffee."
"Ugh, I never want to eat again in my life," Shane said, covering his mouth again; the mere thought made him nauseous.
"It’s a shame you’re too sick to eat; without food, you won’t have the strength to keep your promise."
"What promise?"
Ilya laughed.
"You promised you’d fuck me so good I’d get drunk without needing alcohol, right before you ran to the bathroom and threw up."
"Oh my God, did I say that?"
"Every word."
"And did you want that?"
"Could I say no to something like that?" Ilya wore a mischievous smile.
"I think I’m feeling better already."
"You’re cured?"
"Yes. Your ass cured me."
"But you didn't even touch it."
"That’s just how powerful your ass is, Rozanov; the mere thought of it turned me into a new man."
"You’re unbelievable, Hollander... Maybe later." Ilya winked and headed toward the kitchen.
Shane felt compelled to get better immediately, because having Ilya naked in front of him was all he could think about now. He had a mission.
ILYA
It was past noon when Ilya went to the kitchen to get some water; Shane was already feeling better, and Ilya had prepared himself for what would inevitably come next. When Shane had an idea, he saw it through to the end, and Ilya loved how determined, bordering on obsessive, he could be at times.
He leaned against the island and took a calm sip of water while watching Shane walk toward him; Shane had followed him like a predator tracking its prey.
He still couldn't believe he had him; Shane seemed too good to be true.
He felt Shane’s arms wrap around him from behind, sliding down over his abdomen. Ilya let his head fall back the moment Shane’s nose grazed the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent as if it were the only oxygen he needed. Could he live in those arms forever?
"You’re so beautiful," Shane whispered in his ear. "So perfect."
Shane’s left hand grazed one of his nipples while his right hand gripped Ilya’s hip, pulling him close. Even through the fabric of their clothes, he could feel Shane’s dick pulsing against his ass.
Ilya felt teeth sink into his shoulder, and as if he didn't already know what was coming, Shane whispered in his ear:
“I want to fuck you right here.”
A moan escaped Ilya’s lips, and that was all the confirmation the other man needed. His hands slid inside Ilya’s shorts; one squeezed his ass while the other stroked him, firmly and slowly, making him surrender more and more. Not that it took much; he was completely incapable of resisting Shane.
The more Ilya moaned, the harder Shane squeezed his ass and bit him. Nothing in the world could feel that good, he thought, until the very next second, when Shane pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. While still touching Ilya’s cock, he used his other hand to spread Ilya’s legs; his fingers moved up to graze Ilya’s hole, circling it gently and making him gasp.
“You feel so tight,” he whispered in his ear, then bit his earlobe.
“You’re killing me,” Ilya gasped.
“I haven’t even started yet,” Shane said, sucking on his neck. “Touch yourself.”
Shane took Ilya’s hand and guided it to where his own had been, so Ilya could take over; he didn't let go until Ilya’s fingers were touching his own cock, he didn't let him go a single second without feeling pleasure.
Shane crouched down, his hands gripping Ilya’s buttocks to open him up; he couldn't resist and bit down.
“Fuck,” Ilya groaned.
“Want to say something?” Shane asked, biting him again.
“Son of a bitch... Please,” he whispered, and then Shane’s tongue touched his ass, hot and wet, and Ilya felt like he could die right there.
There are things about sex you can never quite get used to, and having someone’s tongue buried deep in your ass is one of them; no matter how often it happens, it always feels like the heavens are opening up and pulling you in. That was exactly how Ilya felt in that moment. He was almost certain he could see God.
Ilya was so close to cumming that he had to stop touching himself; the tip of Shane’s tongue was pressing hard against his hole, almost penetrating him.
“For God’s sake,” he said, his face burning with the humiliation of begging, yet feeling better than ever. Shane slapped him, and he groaned in defeat. “I need you.”
Shane spread his cheeks, spat directly onto his ass, and then slowly slid his middle finger inside Ilya; he didn't stop until the finger was fully in, then began to fuck him slowly, torturing him.
Ilya didn't dare touch his own cock; he was desperate.
Shane bit his ass again, sending a shiver racing through his body.
“Shane...”
Shane rose and whispered in his ear, “Do you need something?” sliding another finger into Ilya at the same time.
Ilya groaned in a mix of agony and desire.
“You don't get to cum, understand?” Shane said commandingly, his hand tightening around Ilya’s throat as he fucked him harder. He sucked and bit at Ilya’s neck with renewed intensity; Ilya knew he’d look like a slut afterward, but he didn't care.
Shane released his throat, then pulled a condom from his pocket and waved it in front of Ilya’s face.
“You decide: with or without?”
“No condom,” Ilya forced himself to say. “I want to feel it.”
Shane spat into his own hand and rubbed it over his cock; he pulled his fingers out of Ilya, pressed the head of his cock against Ilya’s hole, and slowly began to push inside.
Ilya thought he was going to die from the sheer arousal; the lack of lubricant made it all the better, he could feel every inch of Shane’s cock stretching him open. He knew he’d be sore later, and that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to remember the sensation of being filled by a big, thick cock.
“You’re so tight,” Shane whispered, “so hot.” He felt Shane’s abs against his back as every inch finally slid inside.
“Ask for it,” Shane demanded.
“Fuck me, please,” he said desperately.
Shane moved with torturous slowness, and his breath against Ilya’s ear was driving him mad. It was desperate and obscene in the best possible way.
“You’re going to kill me like this,” Ilya gasped. “Please, Shane...”
Shane’s left hand gripped his neck while his right hand touched his cock, and Shane picked up the pace.
“Is this how you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it harder?”
“Yes, please.”
Shane was fucking him now with the strength of every muscle in his body. Ilya wanted it to last forever, yet he was edging closer and closer to the absolute limit of pleasure a person could feel.
He knew in that moment he could never live without this again. This was paradise. Shane Hollander’s cock was fucking paradise.
He groaned uncontrollably. “Are you going to cum for me?” Shane asked before capturing Ilya’s mouth in a kiss; Shane’s hot tongue against his, and the memory of where that tongue had just been, was enough to make him lose control, and he came as he felt Shane pulse and fill him with cum. Ilya leaned against the island, feeling Shane’s weight pressing him against the cold countertop.
“You killed me, babe,” Ilya said in ecstasy. “I’m dead.”
Shane smiled and kissed his back. “Can I live inside you?”
“I wish you could.”