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Shane’s phone buzzed once.
No name.
Unknown number: I outside. Open for me.
He should’ve ignored it.
Should’ve locked the door and buried his face in the pillow and forgotten the way Ilya looked at him like he’d die without him.
He didn’t know what bothered him more.
The fact that Ilya kept showing up like this, or the fact that he liked it. The attention.
The inevitability.
The way Ilya looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered.
Every time Ilya came near, Shane felt watched. Pursued in almost a romantic way.
Almost.
Like something wild had picked him as its favorite thing to stalk.
And he liked it.
Hated that he liked it.
He opened the door and there stood Ilya, hood up, and jacket half-zipped as his breath fogged softly from the cold.
“You always open,” Ilya murmured, stepping inside.
Shane didn’t answer, he just backed up, letting Ilya push him slowly toward the bed.
“You wait for me?” He asked and Shane stuttered, “I wasn’—”
“Shhh. Don’t lie. Is ugly lie.” Ilya spoke as he grabbed his chin, thumb pressing against Shane’s bottom lip.
“You miss my mouth, da?”
Shane’s breath caught as Ilya’s hand moved across to his face. Gentle….The back of his fingers tracing Shane’s jaw.
“Always look at me like this,” he whispered. “Like scared rabbit.”
Shane scoffed but even he could hear the quiver in it,
“I’m not scared of you.”
“Liar.”
Ilya leaned in, lips brushing Shane’s ear, “You are scared. But you like that, too.”
Shane’s cock throbbed and Ilya smirked, eyes looking deep into his, “You want me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” Shane whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
He kissed him like a punishment. Like Shane had dared to survive without him and needed to be reminded who he belonged to.
Hands dragging down his chest. Palming his cock through his sweats.
“Always hard for me,” Ilya growled. “Even when mouth say no. Your dick say yes.”
Shane whimpered.
“Take off,” Ilya demanded. “All of it. Now.”
Shane obeyed.
Stripped bare, flushed, panting, and so fucking turned on it was humiliating.
Ilya grabbed his face again, kissing him slow this time. Possessive.
Lips warm.
Thumb brushing Shane’s jaw as he whispered
“So pretty, my little prince. My Shanechka. I fuck you good, yes? You say what I tell you. Say ‘Please fuck me, Ilya.’”
Shane choked on a moan as his hips instinctively bucked up a little.
“Please fuck me, Ilya.”
“Louder.”
“Please fuck me, Ilya..” Shane almost yelled and
He was ironically dominant when he worshipped Shane.
Not cruel, not careless. But firm.
Absolute.
Adoring.
He took his time, licking up the shaft like he was starved and Shane was sacred, hands gripping his thighs with just enough pressure to hold but not enough to bruise.
“You taste like mine,” Ilya said, breath ragged, tongue dragging across Shane’s slit. “I dream this. Every night.”
Shane whimpered, legs trembling and Ilya moaned into him. A raw, needy sound.
Like the pleasure of giving was almost too much. And maybe it was.
“Such good noises,” he murmured. “You want more?”
“Yes—fuck—” Shane choked out, arching his back.
“Then ask. Pretty voice.” Ilya guided, eyes darkening.
“Please—please, Ilya—” the boy begged.
“Good boy.”
He bent Shane over the bed, lined up, and pushed in slow, groaning deep in his chest.
“Tight,” he hissed. “Always so fucking tight for me.”
“Yes…Fuck,” Shane gasped.
Ilya laughed.
“So needy. You pretend you no want? But you make noise like this?”
The rhythm became steady and devotional.
Hands gripping his hips like an anchor, mouth at his neck whispering filth and praise between broken English and Russian.
“You feel this? My cock. Deep inside?”
“Yes!” Shane choked. “Yes FUCK—.”
“You say so sweet. Say again.”
“Yes Ilya.”
“Louder.”
“Yes Ilya, YES FUCK—”
Shane couldn’t breathe right and he didn’t want to.
Ilya was buried deep in him, thick and slow, grinding in with obsessive control, like he wanted to leave his shape inside Shane’s body.
“So good..” Ilya rasped. “You miss me when I don’t come, da?”
Shane whimpered, too far gone to lie. “Yes. I—fuck—yes.”
Ilya leaned down, chest to Shane’s back, breath hot in his ear.
“I watch you.”
Shane blinked.
“What?”
“You think I don’t?” His voice was ragged. “You think I don’t follow?”
His hips moved slowly now, torturously slow, like he wanted the words to land as deep as his cock.
“At store. At gym. Sometimes… parking lot. I stay far. You never see.”
Shane’s whole body shuddered….
In pure bliss.
His cock twitched against his stomach.
“Ilya—”
He grabbed Shane’s hips and slammed into him harder, cock hitting just right and Shane sobbed.
“Tell me,” Ilya growled. “Tell me it make you hard.”
“It makes me—ahh—it makes me fucking hard,” Shane gasped. “God—I knew—I fucking knew you were watching me—”
“And you put on little show,” Ilya purred. “You stretch in front of mirror. You touch your cock, slow, like this…” he reached around and started stroking Shane. “And you think about me, don’t you?”
“Yes- fuck” he cried out as Ilya pounded him.
“My pretty little slut,” Ilya moaned and snapped his hips, slamming in even harder now, drawn out of patience by the way Shane begged so sweetly.
“Yes! Yes, ruin me—I want it—I want you—Ilya please—fuck—please—”
Ilya leaned over him, chest to back, breath hot in Shane’s ear. One hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back enough to whisper
“You beg so sweet,” he murmured, “You make me crazy,” he continued with a hiss. “You know this? I wait all day. Watch videos. Watch you… I wait like animal.”
“Ilya—”
“But only I touch you like this. Only me. Say it.”
“Only you. Only you…Oh God!”
And when Shane came, it was sudden and devastating, his whole body locking up, crying out Ilya’s name like it was the only word he knew.
He wanted it to be.
And Ilya was panting now, groaning, shaking, cumming deep inside him seconds later, thrusting through it, holding Shane’s hips down and filling him to the brim.
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After, Ilya held him.
Sweaty.
Messy.
Still inside of course.
“You listen so good now,” he whispered, nuzzling into Shane’s neck.
“I like when you tell me what to do,” Shane admitted.
Ilya smiled.
“I know. That’s why I come. You forget who you belong to? I remind you.”