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Shane was grateful that he had chosen a king sized bed for the bedroom. It could fit four people- maybe not comfortably to spread out, but well enough for what they had in mind.
His nerves were on fire, his heart going crazy in his chest.
It had all started months back, when they had met Ryan and Fabian first for pizza, then later for Fabian’s concert, which had left Shane achingly hard.
The „No Threesome“ rule still stood- technically, this wasn’t a threesome. There were four of them, after all.
Four of them, and Shane was sweating like he had just played a full game.
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„Their sex life must be crazy.“
„Pervert.“
And then Shane kept periodically thinking about it for months. And then, one day, when Ilya made another threesome joke, the fantasy tumbled out of his mouth in a vomit of words.
And Ilya‘s eyes had darkened in the good way as he listened to Shane talk a hundred miles per hour.
-
„They are both really hot,“ Fabian grinned up at Ryan.
Ryan laughed softly, wrapping his arm tightly around his boyfriend’s shoulder as they walked. „Yeah.“
„Who do you think tops?“ Fabian asked impishly.
Ryan scoffed, giving it a brief thought. „Rozanov, I bet. Or they switch.“
„Or,“ Fabian purred, his mischievous grin growing broader, „He’s a total pillow princess.“
Ryan scoffed again, shaking his head. „No, did you see the way he made Shane blush?“
Fabian’s grin turned into a soft, melodic laugh. „I did.“ He sighed dramatically and leaned into Ryan as they walked. „Anyway, I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall of their bedroom sometime.“
„Me either,“ Ryan admitted, and trailed his hand down Fabian’s back.
-
And now it was many months later. Shane and Ilya were married, and Shane felt the weight of his wedding ring on his left hand when he glanced around their unusually full bedroom.
Shane could feel the same nervous energy he felt himself radiating off of Ryan. Meanwhile, Ilya seemed intrigued and his usual cocky self, while Fabian was clearly reveling in this wild mixture of hormones and horniness.
They had agreed upon a few boundaries beforehand, via text thread, which had made Shane want to die from embarrassment (but which had also been the source of a very heated blowjob a few days ago). Ilya and him had talked this through intensively, and Shane knew he could pull out anytime he wanted to.
He did not want to.
„They make this look easier in porn,“ Ilya commented lightly, and then unceremoniously shed his shirt. They had gone to a bar beforehand, gotten a few drinks. Not getting drunk, just loosening up. Shane was still reeling from having Fabian look at him from across the table with his easy, sexy expression, and from feeling Ryan’s huge presence beside him. And, of course, from the way Ilya’s hand had squeezed his thigh under the table, traveling upwards until his pinkie nudged the tip of Shane’s erection.
„You watch a lot of orgy porn?“ Fabian asked, his voice playful. In the low light, Shane could see him checking out Ilya’s chest and abs.
Ilya smirked and shrugged. „I came prepared.“
„You didn’t tell me that,“ Shane said, and immediately cringed at how childish he sounded. Like he was complaining that Ilya had studied for a test without him.
Ilya let out a very Russian tsk and pulled Shane close, kissing his cheek. „I did not want to spoil the surprise for you.“
Shane huffed, but let Ilya kiss him, properly this time. He could feel two pairs of eyes on him, and while it made him nervous, it also made heat course through his veins.
When they broke apart, Ilya gave him a brief, reassuring look. „Okay?“
Shane nodded quickly. His cheeks felt like they were burning, and he was extremely hard already.
When he looked back at the other couple, he saw that they had drifted towards each other as well. Ryan was as flushed as Shane felt, and Fabian had a curious, intrigued expression on his face which was both hot and cute at the same time.
„I’m sorry,“ Shane said awkwardly, „I’m… nervous.“
„So am I,“ Ryan laughed, and somehow, this helped Shane feel better. He gave him a grateful smile.
„You’re so cute,“ Fabian smiled, cocking his head at Shane. He took a slow step forward, and Shane felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest. Fabian was still very, very hot, with his stunning eyes rimmed in golden eyeliner. „Can I kiss you?“ He addressed the question not just at Shane, but seemingly at both Ryan and Ilya, too.
Shane felt Ilya’s grip on his waist tighten, but also heard the sharp intake of breath.
„Y-yeah,“ he stuttered, skin suddenly on fire.
Fabian smiled up at him and leaned in. His lips were soft when they landed on Shane’s, and oh god, he smelled really good.
Fabian kissed him slowly and gingerly. It felt very different from Ilya’s kisses, from the height difference to the much gentler, softer approach. The kiss still served to make the remainder of Shane’s blood rush south, though. Fabian brushed up against him, his smaller frame feeling so different to what Shane was used to. Shane very carefully placed a hand on Fabian’s waist, feeling the hot, soft skin there. The touch elicited a quiet hum from Fabian, and the noise and his responsiveness sent a shiver down Shane’s back. Was this what it was like for Ilya to kiss him?
After what felt like forever, Fabian pulled back. Shane took a second to will his eyes open. Fabian’s heated look hit him like a brick wall, making his cock throb in his jeans. What made him even harder was that same look slowly going over his shoulder and finding Ilya behind him.
Shane was, all of a sudden, scared he would only last seconds tonight.
Being suddenly sandwiched between Ilya and Fabian like this was enough to almost undo him. „No kiss for me?“ Ilya teased, and hearing this teasing directed at someone else for once did things to Shane.
„Come get it, then,“ Fabian replied, and then, they were kissing over Shane’s shoulder, much hungrier and hotter than Shane and Fabian had kissed before.
Eventually, Ilya pulled back. As he did, he licked a long, hot stripe along Shane’s neck which sent a full-body shiver through Shane.
Fabian twirled to face Ryan, who stood about a meter or two away from them, watching with wide, intrigued eyes. Shane suddenly hoped he didn’t feel excluded. God, navigating sex with so many people was hard.
„You were right,“ Fabian told Ryan giddily, reaching a hand out for him. Ryan gave him a crooked grin and let Fabian pull him in. Shane had no idea what this was about, but he forgot to ask a second later when Fabian was hungrily kissing Ryan now. Their size difference did things to Shane.
Ilya was trailing his hands over Shane’s chest, and Shane let out an involuntary moan when they squeezed his pecs.
„Ilya,“ he whispered, and Ilya let out a soft laugh by his ear, hot breath ghosting across his skin. „I’m scared I won’t last!“
Ilya hummed, the noise low in his throat. „Then we keep going until you can go again.“
„Oh, god,“ Shane groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus.
-
Shane was grateful for the low lighting in the bar, and their slightly secluded booth. The music was loud enough to drown out their conversation to other patrons, hopefully.
It was late, and most people in here were probably drunk, so they were fine. Probably. Shane still felt nervous as hell, playing with his wedding ring.
Not nervous enough to not engage in this, though.
Having gay friends felt somehow… freeing. Necessary. They had a few queer acquaintances and friends now, and Shane had made a very conscious effort to overcome his own internalized homophobia in the past few months. For years, he’d hidden his sexuality so deeply inside himself that it hadn’t been easy to let the shame go. Hanging out with other gay people definitely helped.
Especially gay people who were as free and comfortable with themselves as Fabian and Ryan. While Fabian was much more overt about it (and brave, in Shane’s opinion), Ryan just simply seemed… comfortable. He was still his quiet giant self, but Shane could tell he had a deep, confident calm about him. The adoration between them was obvious, too. They touched each other freely, kissed, held hands. Shane felt like he should look away when they kissed, but at the same time, he was deeply curious to see. Which, in turn, did make him feel embarrassed.
Ilya’s hand was resting low on Shane’s back, just above the waistband of his pants. Shane was grateful for the silent support. Nothing was happening. At least not yet. They were just here to see if this… could happen. Maybe. At some point. In the future. With two friends. Two very hot friends. It wasn’t like they needed to bring in other people to spice up their sex life- their sex life was fine. More than fine. But also, the idea made Shane feel slightly insane.
Ilya ripped Shane out of his thoughts with a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hey.” Shane blinked rapidly, and gave him a small smile.
“Sorry.”
Ilya’s eyes danced over Shane’s face, and Shane gave him a reassuring smile. We’re okay here. Ilya returned the smile, and something eased inside Shane’s chest.
Fabian seemed to sense Shane’s nerves. “Can I ask you something?” He had such a kind way of talking (and maybe this was the two beers Shane had allowed himself to ease up a bit) that the answer to this question was an easy “Yes”.
Fabian’s eyes darted between them. He bit his bottom lip, teeth leaving behind a little dent in the gloss on it. “What was your first time like?”
Next to him, Ilya laughed softly. Shane felt his cheeks flush. “Awkward,” he mumbled, an involuntary grin spreading on his lips.
“Ah, no!” Ilya protested with a laugh, “Was… passionate.” He scrunched up his nose in the cutest way. “Exciting.” His voice dipped lower, and Shane felt his spine tingle once again.
“I had no idea what I was doing,” Shane countered, his grin widening as he remembered, “We were… so young. Babies.”
Across the table from them, Ryan and Fabian were listening intently, Fabian with his chin propped up on his hands, Ryan with a soft smile on his face. “How old were you?” he asked.
“Eighteen, I think,” Ilya answered. He didn’t take his eyes off of Shane, an intriguing grin still on his lips.
Shane scoffed. “Back when we could go like, four times in a row.” Immediately, he felt embarrassed by having said it.
“Young and horny,” Fabian sighed with a soft laugh, “So cute.”
“How was yours?” Ilya asked freely. Shane would have never dared to ask, but was glad Ilya had. He was dying to know.
Fabian and Ryan exchanged a glance and a smile. After a moment, Ryan said, “Hot.”
Fabian let out a low chuckle. “Yeah. Really hot.”
Shane felt Ilya’s fingers move against his back, could feel his body tensing slightly.
“But also awkward as hell. I had this huge crush on Fabian,” Ryan explained with a crooked smile, “Couldn’t believe he wanted me. It was like… a dream come true. Everything I wanted.”
Fabian aaw-ed, and stretched to kiss Ryan on the lips. “The most attentive partner I’ve ever had,” he purred, the sound quickly merging into soft laughter. “We did it on your couch, do you remember? I’m still surprised it didn’t break.”
“Me, too,” Ryan agreed. His hand was trailing across Fabian’s back now, and Shane could see that Fabian was lightly wiggling against it. “And then I freaked out after.” He said it lightly, with a grin, but Shane could relate on a deep level.
“Same here,” he said, then buried his mouth in his beer glass.
“First times are overrated, in my opinion,” Fabian shrugged.
“Agreed. Is better when you get to know each other,” Ilya agreed, “When you know what makes them…” He gestured with his free hand.
“Come?” Ryan supplied, making Ilya laugh.
“Yes, that, too.”
“We’ve definitely come a long way since then.” Fabian leaned into Ryan, looking up at him.
“Yeah. Me, mostly,” Ryan agreed.
Fabian gave him a proud smile, and linked their hands. God, they were so cute. And there was something… healing about seeing another gay couple act so in love.
“My turn to ask,” Ilya chimed in, and Shane immediately felt his nerves jump.
“Of course.” Fabian gave Ilya a look from under his lashes.
“Have you ever done any really crazy things together? In the bedroom?”
Oh, Ilya.
Shane had to admit he was so, so glad that Ilya was so much braver than him.
The other couple exchanged a meaningful glance and grin before Ryan said, “Depends on what you think is crazy.”
“I don’t know,” Ilya shrugged, gesturing, “Can be anything. Fun. Kinky. Wild.”
“We like trying toys,” Ryan replied thoughtfully.
“Ah yes, same!” Ilya nonsensically lifted his beer glass at him.
“...and we’ve definitely had sex in public.”
“Gay club darkroom,” Fabian helpfully supplied. Shane made a mental note to google that later; he had no idea such a thing existed.
“How was that?” Ilya asked with genuine interest.
“Kinda fun, kinda not.” Fabian waved his hand around, “I think we both prefer swinging occasionally. Right?”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. “I like it better when it’s people I, like… know and trust. Not a stranger.”
“You’ve slept with other couples?” It came out so, so squeaky. Shane immediately cleared his throat.
“Uh-huh!” Fabian gave him a big smile, which contained just a hint of knowing.
“H-how was… how was that?” Shane stuttered. Under the table, Ilya squeezed his thigh reassuringly.
Fabian laughed, a hot little sound low in his throat.
“Why, are you interested?”
-
They all shed most of their clothing, and somehow, it wasn’t too awkward now that the first tension was broken.
Ilya had settled on the edge of the bed, taking Shane with him, and now Fabian was squeezing in between them, wiggling his hips. Ryan still stood there slightly awkwardly, naked safe for his boxer briefs.
His boxer brief which sported a truly impressive bulge.
“Come here, baby,” Fabian told him, and pulled him closer by the waistband of them. The nickname felt intimate and hot, and Ilya immensely enjoyed seeing such a big man being called such a contrarian pet name.
Ryan came willingly, even though his cheeks were still very flushed behind his beard. The couple exchanged a silent look before Fabian's eyes crinkled into a smile.
“I really want to show them…” he trailed off, running his palm over Ryan’s ever-growing bulge.
Ryan gave him the smallest nod, and Fabian slowly shuffled the waistband downward.
On Fabian's other side, Shane let out an audible gasp.
“Holy shit, Price,” Ilya heard himself say.
Fabian just sighed happily.
Ryan was big. Huge, even. Pornstar- sized. Which didn't even do him justice, because this was clearly fully natural.
Without thinking, Ilya reached out and wrapped his hand around it, feeling the heft of Ryan’s dick in his palm. He leaned in, looking across Fabian to Shane, who just sat there, wide-eyed, completely transfixed.
“Are you salivating?” Ilya asked teasingly. Shane tore his eyes away, blushing furiously and licking his lips. He couldn't even come up with a comeback, and the look in his eyes made Ilya’s cock throb.
“That's-,” he stuttered, glancing towards Fabian, “How?”
“Lots of lube,” Fabian replied, then looked up at Ryan adoringly, “And patience. And a man who likes to make me feel great.”
Ryan met his eyes with the same softness, looking pleased, then added “And you love it.”
It made Ilya laugh. His hand was still wrapped around Ryan's dick, so he gave it a slow, testing stroke. Ryan exhaled slowly, glancing down at Ilya.
Ilya was imagining Shane being fucked by a cock this big, stretched open until he was whimpering and moaning-
Ryan let out a low, restrained noise. Fabian was rubbing his thighs, gazing up at his boyfriend adoringly. Ilya glanced towards Shane again, who still sat there, stiff as a statue, eyes wide, pupils huge. Ilya knew what he wanted, and it made his own erection throb.
“I think,” he told Ryan, squeezing the base of his dick, “my husband wants to suck your huge cock.”
Shane let out a high-pitched noise and squirmed.
Ilya kept talking just to rile Shane up. “Shane loves it. Sometimes he comes just from doing it.”
“Ilya!” Shane hissed. His entire face and neck were a deep pink now. He looked extremely hot.
“That’s so hot,” Fabian smiled. He let his left hand drop from Ryan’s thigh to Shane’s, stroking it gently.
Ilya hummed. He felt so, so good, so deep in his body, so proud of his incredibly hot husband.
Shane clearly wanted to, but still seemed frozen. Luckily, Fabian picked up on it. His hand trailed higher, and finally, he lifted it and placed it on Shane’s cheek. Shane blinked at him, and watching from over Fabian’s shoulder, Ilya wanted to sink his teeth into something.
“Wanna do it together?” Fabian suggested, a smile in his voice. Shane nodded, lips parted. In his hand, Ilya felt Ryan pulsating and gave his dick an answering squeeze. He tore his eyes away from Fabian and Shane, and grinned up at Price instead.
Ryan, shy as he was, seemed to clearly enjoy three hot men swooning over his dick.
Being the only one still standing up, he towered over them. Ilya realized, in this moment, that he’d never hooked up with anyone bigger than him. His cock gave an interested twitch.
“You’re about to live the dream, Pricey,” Ilya told him teasingly. Ryan glanced at him, his eyes hooded. “Already am, I think.”
Meanwhile, Fabian was pulling Shane in, closer towards Ryan.
Across the bed, Shane met Ilya’s eyes. Ilya gave him an encouraging nod. He let go of Ryan’s dick, but Fabian moved in smoothly, cradling Ryan’s heavy balls in one elegant hand, his sparkly fingernails glittering in the low light. Then, he mouthed at the tip of Ryan’s cock, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they re-opened and fixed on Shane. Ilya couldn’t see Fabian’s expression, but he could see Shane’s, and that was enough.
“Fuck,” Shane whispered. His full lips were wet, and he licked them again as his eyes briefly searched for Ilya. Ilya leaned back slightly, eyes heavy on Shane. “Go on.”
“Fuck,” Shane repeated breathlessly, and leaned in. Fabian hummed happily when their lips met around Ryan’s dick, and Ryan let out a low, shuddering groan.
The noises alone were enough to make Ilya’s dick jerk. He leaned back on the bed, then shuffled backwards on it to get a better look.
Shane and Fabian were half making out, half sucking Ryan’s cock, their tongues and lips meeting around it occasionally. Shane was whimpering and groaning uncontrollably, his hips rocking back and forth on the bed as he helplessly humped the air. Ilya reached between his own legs and squeezed his impatient dick through the fabric of his briefs. There was something exhilarating about seeing Shane with his mouth on another man’s dick. Ilya had imagined it before, had thought about it, but always with jealousy and negativity. Now, all these years later, he knew Shane was his, and only his. They could do things like this- together- and he knew, deep in his soul, that he didn’t have to worry about the stability of their relationship.
Fabian pulled back, gasping for air, stretching to kiss Ryan who pulled him up, one big hand squeezing Fabian’s ass. His other hand softly fell onto Shane’s shoulder, squeezing and rubbing. Shane whimpered, his mouth still busy.
“You can fuck his mouth,” Ilya told Ryan, “He likes that.”
Fabian half-turned towards Ilya with a crooked little smile on his swollen lips before his eyes darted between Ilya and Ryan. When Ryan hesitated for a second, Fabian grabbed the hand which rested on Shane’s shoulder and placed it on the back of Shane’s head. Shane whimpered, his hips spasming upward again.
“See,” Ilya told them, pleased with himself and Shane.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Ryan mumbled under his breath, and Shane let out an unspecific noise of confirmation. Fabian let himself drop back onto the bedsheets, moving to join Ilya to watch.
Very gently (much gentler than Ilya knew Shane could take it), Ryan began to thrust, holding Shane’s head in his enormous hand.
Shane groaned and met him halfway. Ryan’s dick was so big that he could never get it into his mouth fully without choking, but Ilya could tell he was doing his best. His jaw and lips were stretched to accommodate Ryan’s massive girth, and there was a trail of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth. He looked filthy and hot as fuck.
“So hot,” Fabian whispered next to him. They were pressed against each other. Fabian’s frame was so much smaller than what Ilya was used to with Shane, and even smaller than Sasha had been. He was a type of man Ilya had never been with before, and while he wasn’t exactly Ilya’s type, he could see the appeal. Especially with a size difference this large, he was sure it was fun for Ryan as well.
“C’mere,” he told Fabian, and pulled him against his body.
Fabian came willingly, draping himself over Ilya’s thighs, eyes still trained on Ryan and Shane. He weighed basically nothing. Ilya ran a hand down Fabian’s spine until it met his ass and Fabian playfully wiggled into his palm. He was wearing a burgundy lace thong, and Ilya made a very urgent mental note to ask him where he’d gotten it, because he needed to see Shane in one of those.
Ilya snapped the waistband. Fabian half-turned and gave him a heated grin. “Keep watching,” Ilya told him, and did it again.
Ryan had found a rhythm, it seemed, judging from his groans and the matching choked noises coming from Shane. Ilya could see Shane’s cock glistening with pre-cum, dripping like a faucet.
Ilya squeezed Fabian’s ass again, then ran his fingers down between his thighs until they grazed the back of his balls. Fabian hummed in his lap, pushing back against his hand, spreading his legs slightly. Ilya could see Price watching them now from under hooded eyes, and for a second Ilya was very tempted to turn this into some sort of competition. He reminded himself, this wasn’t what they were doing here- this was just friends, playing a game.
He gave Fabian’s ass cheek a little slap. Fabian gasped and laughed, then pulled back and lightly bit Ilya’s thigh. “Rude.”
Ilya smirked down at him.
At the other end of the bed, Shane let out a huge gasp for air. He’d pulled back, panting heavily, Ryan’s dick having fallen from his mouth. “Holy shit,” he gasped, and Ilya was just slightly jealous at the way Shane was looking up at Price.
“Was that okay?” Ryan asked, gently squeezing the back of Shane’s neck. Shane let out a slightly hysterical laugh, glancing down at his rock-hard cock. “Yeah. Yes. It was… fucking hot.”
Price looked pleased. “Okay. Good.”
Shane shuffled backwards on the bed, turning to search for Ilya. Ilya moved towards him, grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, hard and possessive. He tasted slightly unfamiliar now, and his lips were glowing hot. It was a sloppy kiss, the kind that made Ilya feel like he was drunk, or high, or both.
Shane whimpered desperately against his lips, hands pawing at Ilya’s chest. Ilya was glad to see his anxiety had been replaced with need. Was glad Shane was able to let himself go.
In Russian, he said, “You’re doing so well my love. So hot.”
Shane couldn’t find words to answer, and moaned into Ilya’s mouth instead.
Ilya laid him out on the bed on his back. He could tell Shane needed a break or he would come way sooner than he wanted to.
Fabian, meanwhile, had moved from his spot on Ilya’s legs to give them space, and was sitting on his heels on the bed. Ryan, still breathing hard, had his own hand wrapped around the base of his dick. For two seconds, nobody said anything, then Shane started laughing breathlessly.
“Fuck, this is… hotter than I imagined. Sorry, guys. I need… I need a minute.”
Something softened inside Ilya’s heart seeing Shane so relaxed, so joyfully horny.
“Is fun,” Ilya commented, giving Price a smirk. Ryan grinned back breathlessly.
“We can take it slow,” Fabian told Shane. He leaned forward and softly ran his hands across Shane’s knees, up his thighs.
“I don’t want to come too fast,” Shane admitted. He had one arm thrown over his deeply pink face.
“I come fast, too,” Fabian said, teasing Shane’s hips with his nails. “But I can come a few times in a row.”
Hot.
“I-I can’t do that,” Shane stuttered, “I… um… it feels like too much, being touched after I’ve come once.”
“That’s okay. Can you come from just getting fucked?” Fabian asked curiously. His brown skin and painted nails were a beautiful contrast to Shane’s smooth, creamy-white thighs.
Shane nodded behind his arm; his dick twitched helplessly.
“We can have fun with that,” Fabian purred. He pushed forward smoothly until he was hovering over Shane. He had something very feline and graceful about him. He nudged aside Shane’s arm and tipped his head down in a silent offer of a kiss without touching the rest of Shane’s body. Shane strained upwards to kiss him, both of his arms loosely framing his head now.
“You good, Price?” Ilya asked across both of their bodies. Ryan, who had been watching them with the same intrigued look Ilya probably had on his own face, gave Ilya a half-grin.
“Close already?” Ilya teased. Price still had his massive hand wrapped around his massive dick.
Ryan shrugged. “No, I’m good. The… um, my anxiety meds kind of mess with my hormones, so I don’t really come fast. Sometimes I don’t come at all.”
“Ah.” Ilya nodded, “I get it.” He tapped his own chest, “SSRIs.”
“Ah,” Ryan gave him a genuine smile, clearly happy that Ilya understood.
“Is practical sometimes.” Ilya winked at him. Ryan laughed. “Sometimes, yes.”
Then he let his eyes wander across their partners who were still making out heavily between them. “I don’t think I’ll have a problem today.”
“Yes. This will do nicely,” Ilya agreed.
Shane’s hands were tentatively tracing across Fabian’s ribcage, down towards his waist, until they hooked into the waistband of his thong and shyly pulled. Fabian wiggled out of the tiny piece of fabric instantly and kicked it off so it landed in a corner of the room.
“You’re the only one still dressed, Roz,” Ryan said from across the bed. Ilya realized he was right, and unceremoniously lifted his hips to push his briefs down his legs. His hard dick slapped against his stomach.
Fabian was on top of Shane now, and they were still kissing. Ilya could tell they were both making an effort not to grind against each other. After a second, Shane broke the kiss and whispered something to Fabian Ilya couldn’t quite understand. Fabian pushed himself up with a smile.
“Shane wants to just watch us for a moment,” he declared. Shane’s eyes darted towards Ilya, and Ilya saw a flicker of insecurity in them. He reached out for him, and squeezed his biceps. Shane’s expression softened. He moved himself so he could lean against the headboard, and reached out to run his hand over Ilya’s thigh, then his dick, squeezing it.
Ilya cupped his husband’s chin and turned his face up so he could kiss him.
-
Shane tried to calm down his breathing. His entire body was tingling, and the way Ilya was kissing him did nothing to help. He pulled away from the kiss, and leaned his head against Ilya’s shoulder.
Fabian had crawled across the bed to meet Ryan, who was now kneeling on the edge of it. They were kissing passionately, Fabian’s hand slowly stroking Ryan’s cock, while Ryan was using one hand to play with Fabian’s nipple piercing, and the other one to massage his ass. The size of Ryan’s hand on Fabian’s body looked… crazy.
Shane nudged Ilya. “Join them.”
Ilya smirked and kissed him again before moving slightly.
“D’you wanna come?” Ryan quietly asked Fabian, kissing down his neck. Fabian nodded with his eyes closed, leaning into his boyfriend. Shane had to admit he immensely enjoyed just watching them and their intimacy- it satisfied a deep curiosity inside him that couldn’t be sated by just watching gay porn.
“Ilya is really good at blowjobs,” he volunteered, nudging Ilya’s leg with his foot.
“I am,” Ilya agreed, grinning back at him.
Fabian looked down at him, and Shane knew exactly what kind of look he was getting from Ilya right now. “Is that an offer?”
Ilya shrugged teasingly but moved closer. Fabian turned around, and Ryan pulled him against his chest so Fabian had his back against him and his front towards Ilya. Ryan wrapped his big arms around Fabian, and Fabian leaned his weight against him, the bed creaking under them.
Ilya moved in without a warning, taking Fabian’s dick in his mouth. Immediately, Fabian’s eyes fell shut, his head lolling back against Ryan’s shoulder. He let out a soft, melodic moan and his hips bucked forward.
“Yeah,” Ryan groaned, rubbing Fabian’s chest, playing with his pierced nipple, “Oh fuck.” Like he was the one with his dick in Ilya’s mouth.
Shane was fascinated seeing this play out from this angle. Ilya’s head moved quickly, his curls bobbing in sync with it, the muscles in his back and shoulders working hard.
“Fuck,” Fabian whimpered, his body straining against Ryan’s arms with no chance of escape. “Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum-”
Shane didn’t expect him to, but Ilya moved away into a half-kneeling position, and instead, Ryan quickly wrapped his hand around Fabian’s dick instead, pumping him hard. It pleased Shane deeply that Ilya didn’t let Fabian finish in his mouth like he did with him.
Fabian moaned loudly and came, his cum spurting from between Ryan’s fingers, some of it hitting Ilya’s thigh. Fabian’s eyes had rolled back and he’d gone slack against his boyfriend, a pretty, loose smile on his lips. “Hmm,” he hummed languorously. Ryan, with a grin, kissed him on the cheek.
Ilya was kneeling there still, cum on his thigh, and turned his head to look back at Shane. His pupils were slightly blown, his lips were wet and pink, and his expression was so wide-eyed and excited that Shane couldn’t help but laugh in adoration. His heart was clenching with how much he loved Ilya, and how much fun it was to see him have new experiences, and to have these new experiences together.
“So fucking hot,” he told him, and moved to kiss him. Ilya kissed him back hotly, craning his neck backwards. Then, he smirked up at Ryan and wiggled his thigh. “This is your clean-up duty.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ryan grinned; Fabian all but dove out of the way to give him space, and Ryan angled his enormous body downward. He licked a long stripe across Ilya’s thigh, lapping up all of Fabian’s come, and then kept going until he reached Ilya’s twitching cock. Over Ilya’s shoulder, Shane could see the brief glance he gave Ilya, looking for consent.
Ilya, instead of speaking, grabbed Ryan’s thick red hair and pulled him in.
A small “oh my god” escaped Shane when Ilya let his head fall back against him with a groan. He would have never thought Ryan would be this bold, but obviously, Fabian had rubbed off on him.
“Fuck yeah, Ry,” Fabian whispered, “So hot.” He ran his hand across the vast plane of Ryan’s back as he praised him, “So good.”
Ryan groaned with Ilya’s dick in his mouth, sucking harder. Ilya let out a low moan and gently tugged on Ryan’s hair. “Enough.”
Ryan stopped immediately, pulling back.
“You have good mouth,” Ilya told him appraisingly, his accent so strong that Shane could tell he was slowly losing his composure. Which was extremely sexy.
“He does,” Fabian agreed, sounding pleased. He stroked Ryan’s cheek, and Ryan nuzzled into his palm like a dog. Shane was making some very interesting mental notes.
Ilya sat down on his butt and faced Shane. “Are you ready now?”
“Ready for?” Shane asked, immediately feeling his blush come back full-force.
“Want to see you get fucked by Price’s big cock,” Ilya said, in Russian, and Shane immediately realized it was because it would give him the chance to say no privately.
He did not want to say no.
“I,” he glanced towards Ryan and Fabian; Fabian had his hand between Ryan’s legs now and was slowly stroking him. “I want that too. But,” he shifted awkwardly, feeling shy, “I’m going to need some help taking that.”
Fabian looked at him with a very feline, dangerous grin. “I’m so happy to assist.”
The back of Shane’s neck tingled, sending a full-body shiver down his spine. He nodded quickly.
They rearranged themselves on the bed; Ilya and Ryan were sitting with their backs against the headboard like they had the best seats in the house, and Fabian pulled Shane into the middle of the mattress so they knelt across from each other. Shane could feel all eyes on him, and it made his cock twitch with need.
“You are so cute,” Fabian told him, a warm smile in his voice. “Does he tell you how cute you are? Every day I hope.” He nodded his head towards Ilya without taking his eyes off of Shane. Shane felt bashful and warm being praised and complimented like this.
“Every day,” Ilya answered for him.
Fabian ran his hands up Shane’s ribcage, then over his chest, his shoulders, down his arms. Shane closed his eyes, letting out a soft, shuddery breath.
“D’you like getting fucked?” Fabian asked. In his seductive voice, the question sounded even dirtier than it was.
“Uh-huh,” was all Shane could manage, “Love it.”
“Yeah? You love a big, fat cock inside you?” Fabian dragged his nails over Shane’s pecs, grazing his nipples.
“Jesus,” Shane gasped. Too much saliva had gathered in his mouth and he had to swallow hard. “...yeah.”
Fabian gently pushed against his shoulder, and Shane went willingly, letting himself fall back until he was on his back. He kept his eyes closed, too shy to open them and face three pairs of eyes on him.
“Spread your legs… yeah, like this.” Fabian rubbed his thighs as Shane opened them. His dick lay against his stomach, hard and neglected. Shane was glad for it because he knew any touch on it would probably make him come within seconds.
Fingers combed through his hair, and Shane knew instinctively this wasn’t Fabian. He strained to follow Ilya’s soft touch with a little whimper.
There was some movement, then, the plasticky snick of a lube bottle being opened. Shane spread his legs wider, and then, he felt Fabian’s hand between them, running slick fingers down between Shane’s buttocks. Shane gasped when they circled his hole, massaging gently.
“Okay?” Ilya asked from somewhere above him. Shane nodded desperately. He wanted more, needed more.
Thankfully, Fabian slowly inserted a finger now, but it wasn’t enough. “You can… use more-,” Shane gasped, almost incoherent. It made all three of them laugh softly, and Shane felt embarrassed in the hottest way.
“Are you always this impatient?” Fabian asked with amusement, but did what Shane had asked him to, adding a second finger.
“Yes,” Ilya answered, “Always needy.”
Shane scoffed, but the scoff quickly turned into a moan when Fabian scissored his fingers open.
“Ah, fuck.” Shane’s back arched off the bed involuntarily. It was odd having someone who wasn’t Ilya do this. Odd, but hot.
Fabian added a third finger, and pressed his thumb against Shane’s perineum while he did so until Shane’s hips were undulating into his hand and Shane was whining into the crook of his own arm. Ilya’s hand was still in his hair, and the contact was soothing and reassuring.
“Please,” Shane begged, slowly losing control over his mouth and body. “Please, fuck, I need-” Fabian did something with his fingers and Shane dissolved into incoherent noises. He needed to be fucked. Now, preferably.
“Ok, is good.” Ilya’s voice above him was gravely and hungry.
“Yeah?” Ryan, somewhere lower down the bed, sounded breathless.
“Yeah. You can fuck him now.” Hearing Ilya speak like that made Shane’s already rock-hard dick twitch almost painfully.
He felt a warm, soft body over him. “Shane, cutie, are you okay?” Fabian was leaning over Shane, pressing a kiss to his forearm. His fingers were still deep inside Shane.
Shane forced himself to remove the arm and open his eyes. Fabian hovered over him with hooded eyes and a sensual smile. Shane could also see Ilya hovering by his head; a lot of what he was seeing was Ilya’s hard dick, actually.
“Uh-huh,” Shane hummed; it came out high-pitched and needy. “I really… I really need to get fucked.”
Fabian gave a happy, low little hum of approval; it sent warm, pleasant shivers down Shane's spine which landed in his dick, making it throb.
There were words in his mouth, a need he wanted to express desperately. Shane swallowed hard, his eyes dancing between Fabian and Ilya.
“Are,” he swallowed, “are you gonna fuck too?”
Ilya's grip in his hair tightened. He could see them exchange glances, then Ilya shot Ryan a look.
“Do you want us to?” Fabian purred, wiggling his fingers inside Shane.
Shane’s eyes rolled back momentarily, and his enthusiastic “Yeah!” came out as an even more enthusiastic moan. He wanted to see it so bad. Needed to see it. Ilya was the hottest man in the world to him, and Fabian was also so fucking hot in an entirely different way. Suddenly, it hit Shane square in the face that he was in bed with not one, but three incredibly hot men- three incredibly hot men who cared about his pleasure- having a foursome, when, just a few months ago, the mere idea of being perceived as gay had been terrifying.
He couldn't help the enormous, blissful smile spreading on his lips.
“Wanna see it so bad,” he admitted, glancing up at Ilya, who looked slightly confused at Shane's grin, but returned it.
“Thank you for sharing,” Fabian smirked, and pulled Shane into another kiss. As they kissed, he very slowly and gently removed his fingers, making Shane shudder. A moment later, there was another snick of the lube bottle, and then Fabian moaned into Shane’s mouth, his body moving against Shane as Ryan fingered him open. God, this was crazy. Crazy and wild and hot.
“Keep kissing,” Ilya commanded, and they listened. Shane shuddered and whimpered when Ilya's hands sneaked between them and found his nipples, rubbing them firmly until they were hard and sensitive. On top of Shane, Fabian was moving, pushing back into Ryan’s hand. His moans were so pretty and almost musical, making him sound like a porn star.
Their kiss broke when Fabian arched and threw his head back with a guttural “Oh fuck, Ryan!”
Shane glanced up at Ilya and saw him slowly stroking himself, watching with dark eyes. Shane reached up, pulling at Ilya’s wrist, and Ilya quickly turned his gaze onto him.
Ya tebya lyublyu, Shane mouthed up at him, feeling like a drowning man.
Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, Ilya mouthed back.
“Ah, fuck, that’s enough.” Fabian sat back on his haunches, arching to kiss Ryan. Shane watched in fascination as they made out, Ryan’s massive arm snaking around Fabian’s slender form, his hand covering half of Fabian’s stomach. Ryan was massive. Everything about him was massive. And Shane would be getting a taste of it soon. His hole clenched in anticipation, making his cock jump.
Ryan and Fabian broke their kiss, and for a second, all four of them shared anticipatory glances.
“Everybody good?” Ilya asked into the room. Shane was overcome with love for him.
“So fucking good,” Fabian hummed, pushing back against Ryan, who gave awkward thumbs up. It made Shane laugh breathlessly.
There was some shifting around, and eventually, they ended up with Ryan kneeling on the very edge of the bed, Shane on his back in front of him, Fabian on his knees parallel to Shane, facing Ryan, while Ilya was lined up behind him. Sex with four people was definitely much more complicated than with two.
“You start,” Ilya commanded, “I want to watch your face.” Shane felt the electric anticipation under his skin.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows, facing Ryan.
Apart from Shane sucking his dick earlier, they had barely interacted yet. Ryan smiled down at him; he had a kind, shy and boyish smile, making him look so much nicer and sweeter than he had ever looked on the ice. Shane could barely believe this was the same person.
“Can I kiss you?” Ryan asked sheepishly. It was endearing; after all, they were about to have sex.
“Yeah,” Shane breathed. Ryan leaned down, bracing himself on his hands by Shane’s shoulders. His enormous body immediately engulfed Shane. Ilya wasn’t a small man, but Ryan was still much bigger than him, and it felt very, very different kissing him. Shane had also never kissed a man with a full beard; it tickled his lips and chin. So different from Ilya, and even more different from Fabian earlier.
Ryan kissed him slowly and gently, a bit like he was afraid of breaking him. He would learn in a minute.
Shane wrapped his hands around Ryan’s huge biceps at first, then ran them up to his neck, pulling him in. Ryan groaned and let their kiss deepen. Shane spread his legs, wrapping them around Ryan’s hips. He noticed all the little differences to Ilya’s body: more hair, more solid hips, everything just… larger.
With every second, Ryan’s careful demeanor seemed to shift. His huge body moved above Shane, and Shane felt his skin heat up with the contact and with the feeling of a man who could seemingly tear him in half being so close to him.
The tips of Ryan’s dick was rubbing against Shane’s balls, and Shane wanted it inside him, badly.
He broke their kiss. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah,” Ryan breathed into the crook of Shane’s neck for a second, “Okay.”
And then, he grabbed Shane’s hips and pushed him up the bed, just slightly, just repositioning him- but he did it with such ease, just throwing Shane around like he weighed nothing, and oh, that…
A squeaky little “Wow!” escaped Shane. Ryan gave him a quick look. “Sorry, is that-?”
“Yeah,” Shane nodded very quickly, “That… wow.”
“So nice, isn’t it?” Fabian hummed from Shane’s side. “Sometimes we do it standing up, and he just holds me.”
“I need to go to gym more.” Shane could tell Ilya was joking from his voice, and covered his face with a laugh.
“So manhandling’s okay?” Ryan asked, a lopsided grin on his face.
“Fuck yes.” Shane reached out, and grabbed Ryan’s biceps, holding on.
Ryan wrapped his hands around Shane’s thighs, pushing them apart slightly with a question in his eyes.
Behind himself, Shane heard rustling. A second later, Ryan was hit square in the chest with a condom. He shot Ilya an amused, grateful grin, then ripped open the package. To Shane’s surprise, he handed the condom off to Fabian, who took it with a giddy little wiggle and proceeded to put it on him.
Shane was still lubed up from before, but Ryan reached for the lube again, drizzling a generous helping of it onto the length of his dick. The enormous length of his dick.
Shane swallowed.
“Ready?” Ryan rubbed the remaining lube on his fingers onto Shane’s hole, and Shane shivered in anticipation, clenching.
He let out a breathless “Yeah”. For some reason, he felt like he needed reassurance; when he turned his head, both Fabian and Ilya were there, right next to him. Shane reached out, and Ilya immediately grabbed his hand, bowing his head to press a kiss to his knuckles. Fabian, meanwhile, nuzzled against Shane’s side. “Just keep breathing, yeah? Relax and keep breathing.”
“Uh-huh.” Shane’s skin was back on fire, his dick rock-hard at the promise of what was about to happen. He closed his eyes.
“Spread a little further.” Ryan’s voice was so soft and deep as he pushed Shane’s thighs apart as far as they could go, knees towards his chest. Shane let him, breathing slowly through his nose. He held on to Ilya’s hand, and waited.
-
Shane looked absolutely fucking perfect, lying there with his legs splayed as wide as they could go, eagerly awaiting a cock that would split him in half.
Ilya wanted to bury his teeth in something like a wild animal.
Price was so careful with Shane; probably too careful for Shane’s taste. He better be careful, Ilya thought. And, at the same time, Only I really know how he likes to be fucked.
He hadn’t been quite sure how he would feel, seeing Shane being touched, kissed, fucked by someone else. They had talked about it for a long time before this, but Ilya hadn’t been quite sure.
Now, he was sure.
Seeing Shane spreading his legs for another man, while still holding Ilya’s hand, while looking for Ilya’s reassurance… the high was indescribable. Knowing that in the end, Shane was his, and only his.
Price slowly pushed the thick tip of his dick into Shane’s hole, and Shane arched off the bed beautifully with a guttural, helpless, hungry moan.
Ilya’s own cock throbbed in reply to it.
“Oh, god,” Shane babbled, “Oh, jesus, fuck-” Like he was praying the dirtiest prayer in the world.
His hand was tight around Ilya’s, and Ilya squeezed back; Shane’s other hand was digging into the sheets.
Price’s face was focused, brows drawn together as he very slowly, inch by inch, pushed his dick into Shane.
Shane was taking it so fucking beautifully. His toes were flexing, and his thighs were already starting to shake. His mouth had gone slack, his head still thrown back in pleasure and concentration. In the low light, his creamy skin was glistening with sweat like porcelain.
He was the hottest man Ilya had ever laid eyes upon, and Ilya loved him so, so fucking much.
“Oh god,” Shane repeated under his breath, then, “Wow, fuck, so… fuck, you’re so big-”
“Is it okay?” Price asked breathlessly. By Shane’s side, Fabian had reached out and was now gently holding Shane’s leg, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin, praising him with whispered words.
Shane nodded, his entire body shivering.
“You’re doing so well, angel,” Fabian murmured, pressing a kiss to Shane’s thigh; Ilya could see the new shiver it sent through Shane’s body. He liked that both of them were so appreciative of his perfect, wonderful Shane, the way he deserved.
Once Ryan was fully inside, he stopped, letting Shane adjust. Good.
Shane was panting now, his mouth open. His cheeks had flushed a deep, beautiful pink, the same color as the head of his cock, which was leaking onto his hip.
“Slowly,” Shane begged, blinking up at Ryan from under his lashes, and Ilya could tell that look was doing something to Price.
Welcome to the club.
Price nodded quickly, and then slowly backed out, not even halfway. Shane gasped loudly, his free hand twisting into the sheets, and Ilya was intimately familiar with how this must feel around Ryan’s cock right now. Price shuddered, his eyes closing for a second, and wow, yeah, fuck. He was hot- not Ilya’s type exactly, but hot, and Ilya could appreciate it. Deeply. Especially right now, with Price balls-deep in his husband.
“You,” Shane gasped, “You need to- I won’t… last long.” He brought their joint hands to his mouth, blinking up at Ilya, then letting go and pawing at Fabian’s side with uncoordinated movements.
Right. Ilya was so engulfed in the sight of Shane that he had almost forgotten about the popstar twink right in front of him.
Fabian was looking back over his shoulder at Ilya now with a small grin. His pretty eyes stood out even in the low light. He wiggled his hips in front of Ilya, spreading his legs slightly in his kneeling position. Ilya could see his hole flex, wet with lube, waiting for him. It was all so much more daring and cheeky than he was used to from Shane, but he could easily handle that.
He sat up on his knees, leaning over Fabian’s body, then spit onto his hole for good measure. Fabian gasped softly, then laughed low in his throat. Ilya gave his ass a slap, sharper than he would do with Shane- and missed the jiggle just slightly.
He quickly rolled on a condom.
Shane and Ryan were watching, still joined. Price was thrusting with miniscule little movements, just enough to keep Shane engaged, and Ilya filed that in his brain for later.
“Hmm,” Fabian purred, letting his upper body sink into the sheets, his ass comfortably in the air, “C’mon…”
“No.” Ilya tapped his hips, and Fabian looked back at him with mock-offense.
Ilya gave him a smirk, and sat back onto his haunches. His cock was jutting straight out now, and Ilya nodded at it. “No lazy fucking. You can ride it properly.”
Fabian gasped, clearly intrigued. “Ilya Rozanov.”
“Princess treatment is for husbands only,” Ilya teased; under him, Shane laughed breathlessly. Price scoffed. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
Fabian rolled his eyes, but Ilya could tell he was into it. Slowly and deliberately, he sat back onto his own heels. Like this, his body looked beautiful, curvy, almost like a woman’s with a pronounced waist. He looked back coquettishly at Ilya, then reached behind himself, wrapping his hand around Ilya’s dick, guiding it towards his hole. Ilya came willingly, and eventually, Fabian sank down onto him with one graceful, easy movement which was smooth enough to throw Ilya momentarily.
He groaned, his lips falling open. Fabian was tight and hot around him, and immediately started fucking himself on Ilya’s cock, bracing his hands on his own thighs.
Ilya was so used to having control with Shane- this was very different.
“Told you,” Price said, his voice strained, “No idea what you got yourself into.”
“If I come,” Fabian paused for a languid moan, never stopping his movements, “just keep going.”
Ilya was on this rollercoaster now, and Shane was staring up at him with wide eyes.
-
Even through his haze of lust, Shane could tell Ilya was getting more than he had bargained for with Fabian, and it was extremely entertaining. Entertaining, and hot as fuck. Ilya had lost all control of his face, and his cheeks were cherry-red, all the way down to his chest as Fabian bounced on his cock like an actual porn star. The sight made Shane shiver. Ryan was still keeping him at a steady level with shallow little thrusts.
His cock felt just as huge inside Shane as it looked, filling Shane to the brim, making him feel so fucking full and stretched in a way that made his eyes roll back everytime Ryan moved.
Ilya groaned, a sound from deep in his throat, and Shane couldn’t help the way his body reacted to it, even if it wasn’t Ilya fucking him. Ryan hissed as Shane clenched around him.
Fabian had his eyes closed now, grinding back hard on Ilya, little moans and curses falling from his lips. He had one hand on his own chest, playing with his nipple piercing, and Shane was fascinated in his haze of lust, by the way Fabian was pulling all of their eyes on him, by the confidence which he was exhibiting while doing so-
“Hmm, yeah, feels so fucking good inside me-” He tossed his head back, his back arched in a perfect curve-
Shane was trying to remind himself to take mental notes, to learn from this-
“C-can I…?” Ryan asked from above him, noise strained as fuck.
“Yeah!” Shane gasped, sounding just as strained. He reached out with his left hand, and Ryan grabbed it, pulling it to his stomach- Shane ran his fingertips over the coarse red hair there, and decided to be daring. “Y-you can fuck me hard,” he told Ryan, “I love it. Love feeling it the next day-”
“Shit,” Ryan cursed under his breath; Shane could tell he wasn’t sure where to look: Shane split in two by his cock, or his boyfriend riding Ilya like a cowboy.
He thrust in deeper, and Shane saw stars for a second, his entire spine curling off the bed.
-
A string of Russian curse words fell from Ilya’s lips, dripping uncontrollably just like Shane’s dick right now-
Fabian was moving on his dick like it was a toy, a fucking dildo, and yeah, wow-
Ilya had to regain his composure real quick, or he would come in two seconds.
Next to them, Shane was babbling now-
“-love feeling it the next day-”
That brought Ilya back to reality, and he glanced over to his husband, looking like the dirtiest angel in heaven, splayed out like that-
Fabian had made him lose his control for a second, but Ilya knew very, very well how to get it back. Unlike Shane, he had experience.
He brought his hands forward, one going to Fabian’s hip, the other one fisting into his hair. Fabian gasped in surprise, back arching even further back-
Ilya pushed up, pulling Fabian back against him, and the moan that subsequently broke out of Fabian was suddenly much more guttural, much less pretty and manipulative-
Ilya thrust up into him, hard and sharp, and Fabian cried out again, his eyes rolling back, all of the cockiness suddenly gone from his face as Ilya wrapped his arm around his chest and pulled him flush against himself, thrusting into him slower and deeper.
“Not so cheeky now, huh?” Ilya growled against his neck, sinking his teeth into the hot flesh there briefly.
Fabian whimpered, now being the helpless one, and a second later, Ilya felt a hot splash of cum against his wrist. Like Fabian had told him to, he kept going. Fabian was clenching around him now, mewling helplessly-
Price had sped up as well, and the whole bed was shaking. Shane’s entire body was bouncing next to Ilya on the bed, chest, thighs, tummy, all of it jiggling beautifully as Price fucked him with his monster cock- Ilya wondered if Shane would be loose tomorrow, if he’d feel it, if Ilya could fuck his usually so tight little hole and feel it later-
“Ohhh my god,” Shane groaned, “Oh, god- Oh, fuck, fuck- I’m-”
His hands scrambled across every surface they could find, skin, sheets, his own body-
Price let out a rasping groan, his hips straining as if he had trouble backing out, and a second later, Shane’s entire body shuddered as his cock twitched, shooting a huge load across his own stomach and chest, so much that some of it his his neck-
Ryan’s breath stuttered, and so did his hips, and then, he pushed into Shane with one last, deep thrust as his cock pumped what was probably a huge load of cum into Shane-
Ilya came so hard his vision blurred for a second. He ground up into Fabian, fucking him hard and fast, shooting his load to the sight of his husband covered in cum, and his friend’s tight hole clenching around him.
Shane’s hand found his thigh, wrapping around it, and Price fell forward, kissing Shane’s cheek, and then, Fabian slumped back against Ilya, his body going slack, head lolling back onto Ilya’s shoulder as his hand scrambled to reach for Ryan’s shoulder. Ilya sat back, letting his weight push them into the mattress, the tension going out of him.
For a second, they were all just breathing hard. The air smelled like sweat and cum and sex.
Then, Shane whispered, “That was… really hot.”
Fabian seemingly couldn’t find his words quite yet, so he just let out an affirmative “Hmm-hmm”; Ilya could feel his ribs vibrate with it.
Price had his face buried in Shane’s shoulder, and his large back was still moving hard with heaving breaths. He was nodding.
“Was fun,” Ilya commented, but his own voice betrayed him.
-
Eventually, they all managed to come back to reality. They cleaned up, and Ilya ordered food, and they all ate and talked in bed, Shane’s head in Ilya’s lap while Ilya stroked his hair.
Ryan and Fabian left soon after, thanking them for the fun night.
And then, they were alone.
“Did you really like it?” Shane’s voice was heavy with sleep, but Ilya could tell he still wanted to talk about it.
“Yes,” Ilya told him. Shane was wrapped in his arms, and Ilya could feel his breath against his shoulder. “I mean it. Was fun. Like… playing together. Not hockey, but different game. Did you?” He was, admittedly, sleepy, and his accent came out heavier than usual.
Shane hummed. “I liked…” He paused, then restarted the sentence. “I feel like I never really… like… slept around much, other than with you. And those two guys, but that wasn’t…” He paused briefly, and Ilya pulled him even closer. “...I never really experimented. Other than with you. And I never really wanted to, I always just wanted you.”
Ilya felt his heart clench.
“So it’s… it was fun to experiment and make new experiences with you right there with me. Making me feel safe.”
Oh.
Ilya buried his nose in Shane’s hair. “I will always make sure you are safe.”
“Thank you,” Shane whispered, pressing his lips to Ilya’s shoulder.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then, Shane added with a grin in his voice, “Also, I think I learned a few new tricks.”
“Oh, god,” Ilya groaned, but didn’t mean it.