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Ilya had always been handsy with Shane, but while they had been at the cottage, it had been ten times worse. Well, not worse because Shane certainly wasn’t complaining about Ilya being all over him and in his space all the time. He loved it. Just like he loved Ilya. So while they were on the couch watching tv, Ilya’s hand was on Shane’s thigh, his thumb stroking lightly over the skin below the hem of his shorts.
Ilya’s hand started to wander higher and Shane spread his thighs a little more, his cock starting to show a little interest in whatever Ilya had planned. Ilya’s hand grazed lightly over Shane’s bulge before cupping him, kneading gently to coax him into hardening more. Shane’s head fell back, his eyes closing as the pleasure radiated out from his core.
Shane’s ringtone was loud in their quiet bubble, startling him as he reached into his pocket to see who it was.
“It’s Hayden,” Shane said, debating if he should answer his best friend’s call or not.
“Fucking Pike,” Ilya muttered. He took the phone from Shane and declined the call, tossing the phone to the side and moving his attention back to Shane.
The phone rang again and Ilya cussed in Russian. Shane snorted at Ilya’s frustration while retrieving the phone. Ilya took it from his hand grumbling fuck off Pike before declining the call again and taking a second to turn on Do Not Disturb.
“What if it was something important?” Shane asked teasingly as Ilya climbed into Shane’s lap, capturing his lips in a heated, slow kiss.
“What, that he’s having another kid? That he finally learned how to pull out? That he’s not the worst hockey player on the team anymore?”
“Ilya!” Shane slapped his arm in indignation, but they both laughed, melting into another kiss.
After a few moments, Ilya started moving down Shane’s chest, kissing over his sensitive nipples and pushing up his shirt to kiss a trail down his belly. Shane moaned and removed his shirt, gaping at Ilya nuzzling into his crotch and mouthing over the outline of his cock.
Shane’s hips rolled into Ilya’s touch, craving more even after having sex this morning before they even had breakfast. “Fuck, Ilya, please.”
“Since you ask so nicely.” Ilya tugged at Shane’s shorts and underwear, lifting his hips up to help remove them. Ilya tossed them to the side, no time to fold them, before going back in to nuzzle between Shane’s legs again. Shane’s hands gravitated to Ilya, one burying in his curls while the other gripped his shoulder tightly.
His tongue licked a wet stripe from balls to tip before taking the head in his mouth. He lightly tongued at the slit, coaxing out a bead of precum before suckling at the head. He used both hands to keep Shane’s hips pinned to the couch, not letting him buck into his mouth and keeping the penetration shallow.
“Please, Ilya, more!” Shane gasped, his hands flexing, digging into his shoulder and gripping his curls tighter.
The small zing of pain from his scalp had Ilya moaning and taking more of Shane, working his head up and down deeper and deeper with every pass. He relaxed his throat to swallow Shane fully, his nose pressed into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base. He breathed through his nose and swallowed, mentally grinning at the deep moan the action pulled from Shane.
Needing more air, Ilya reluctantly pulled up and sank back down, building a steady rhythm that forced a string of curses from Shane. Abandoning Shane’s hips, Ilya reached for one of Shane’s pecs, squeezing and flicking the nipple while the other trailed down to cup his heavy balls.
Shane’s breathing and sounds increased with the extra stimulation. “Ah, shit, I’m close, Ilya.”
The Russian’s enthusiasm grew, sucking harder at Shane’s cock on every upward pass. Shane’s hand tapped at his shoulder a few times as one last warning before Ilya’s mouth was flooded with Shane’s salty, musky cum. He swallowed, gently sucking and licking all traces off the softening cock before finally releasing him.
Lax and pliant, Shane’s hands slid off of Ilya as he kissed back up Shane’s body for a sweet kiss, neither caring about the taste of cum between them. Ilya settled straddling one of Shane’s legs, idly rocking his hips against the hard muscle to get some friction on his neglected cock. As Shane recovered a few minutes later, he manhandled Ilya onto his back on the couch, wasting no time in laying between Ilya’s legs, pulling off his pants, and sucking him down.
Ilya pulled off his shirt so they were both completely naked now. Shane knew just what Ilya liked and exactly what it took to drive the man wild. He bobbed his head quickly, Ilya’s hands buried in his hair, holding on but not forcing his head. He tongued at Ilya’s slit, tasting the small burst of precome.
“Ah, Shane, off, close,” Ilya warned and Shane pulled off, working his hand over the spit-slick shaft for a few strokes before Ilya was spilling over Shane’s hand and onto his own stomach.
Shane stayed for a minute before the feeling of drying cum had him getting up to wash his hands and return with a wet cloth to wipe Ilya off. Shane tried to reach for his clothes, but Ilya grabbed his arm and tugged. Shane stumbled sideways and Ilya pulled him onto the couch, draped over Ilya’s body like a human blanket.
“No clothes. Naked cuddles first,” Ilya demanded.
“Ok,” Shane agreed easily as they kissed slowly.
Hayden could wait a while for Shane to return his call.