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They hadn’t been together in weeks, and they were both feeling needier than usual, somehow. That should’ve been impossible, because they were always needing each other, constantly and achingly, but this was different. Higher stakes, more on the line. They’d committed their lives to each other. They were in love. They’d both orgasmed twice, could probably pull a third out of each other if they tried, but with how close they finally were - Ilya’s head resting between Shane’s shoulder blades, the weight of Ilya’s body against Shane’s back, pressing him, loose and relaxed, into the mattress, the sweat between them drying and sticking their skin together, Ilya’s cock softening inside him - Shane couldn’t do anything to disturb this moment. He needed the clock on the wall to stop ticking. He needed to know he would feel this connected to Ilya forever, their bodies reassembled into a singular form after so long spent taking each other apart, sharing skin and breath and time and space. They stayed like that as their breathing evened out and the sweat in their hair went cold and then began to dry completely. Typically, Ilya would’ve gotten up and began cleaning Shane and himself by now, pulling them both into the shower or wiping Shane down before going to shower alone, but tonight wasn’t typical. Shane was dreading the inevitable, knowing he and Ilya would have to separate eventually. When he felt Ilya tense against his back, preparing to push up, away, and out of Shane, he made a plea.
“No, please.” He’d intended to speak loudly and clearly, to make sure Ilya heard him and to convey the importance of the request, but it came out quiet and whiny and distressed. It was more than enough to make Ilya freeze and then melt back into Shane, reaching a soothing hand up to stroke the back of Shane’s head.
“Are you okay?” There was concern in Ilya’s voice, but he mostly sounded as gone as Shane felt. Ilya’s nails scratched at Shane’s scalp and sent a shiver through his body that reverberated right back through Ilya's. As much as he wanted to see Ilya’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to move his head to look. He could hardly bring himself to open his eyes.
“Yes, I just… I’d like you to stay inside me, please.” He couldn’t say more, couldn’t do more. He didn’t need to, because Ilya understood. Ilya sighed in relief and sank further into Shane’s back, deeper inside him, kissed everywhere his mouth could reach without shifting around too much, exhaled a rush of words into Shane’s skin. “Ya tebya lyublyu. I love you. I love you. Yes, I will stay here with you. I want to absorb you. You are so perfect for me. Thank you, Shane.”
Shane felt his face break into a smile and a familiar heat play across his cheeks as their bodies melded together, fusing into something new, something that had lived in the space between them for quite a while but was only now, finally, taking form.
“I wanna fall asleep like this, please,” Shane mumbled, barely clinging to consciousness but needing Ilya to know. They were both sensitive and Shane expected that at some point this would become unbearably uncomfortable, but he couldn’t imagine parting from him.
It was only a moment before Ilya began to move again, and this time Shane didn’t stop him. He knew Ilya felt how imperative it was that they stay together. Ilya gripped Shane’s hips as he rolled them onto their sides, careful to keep himself inside Shane, winding his arms around Shane’s torso so he could hold Shane’s body firmly against his own. He dragged the top sheet that had been shoved to the edge of the bed back over their body. It was a more comfortable position to sleep in, Ilya curled around him, their legs tangled together. Shane wanted to kiss him, but his muscles still weren’t cooperating, so instead he whispered “thank you” into the pillow and felt Ilya’s lips against the back of his neck as he drifted off.
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The next morning was a different story. The sun was searing hot and bright through Shane’s eyelids, his skin felt tacky and dry all at once, and his ass was sore. Somehow, they hadn’t moved at all. Still weren’t moving, aside from the rise and fall of Ilya’s slow deep breaths tickling Shane’s neck and Ilya’s cock, half-hard and twitching, still buried inside him.
Shane reached a hand back to stroke Ilya’s thigh, wanting to wake him, but turned his head to find Ilya already awake. His eyes were fixed on Shane, and he looked sleepy and drunk and delighted.
“Baby, it hurts. I need you to pull out please.”
Ilya smiled, his face fond and dreamy, as he leaned away to slowly ease himself out of Shane. The dried lube had glued them together, and Shane’s skin burned where they were joined as Ilya peeled their bodies apart. Shane thought that it felt like severing a limb. Ilya gave them a moment to breathe, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Shane’s back before flipping him around so they were facing each other. Shane winced at the soreness in his ass and the irritation between his legs as Ilya’s shifting around forced his lube-stuck thighs apart, but he allowed Ilya to resituate him.
Ilya dove his head forward and landed a kiss on Shane’s face, just under his left eye, as soon as they were settled and facing each other. “I’m sorry it did not feel so good for you. I loved it. I loved waking up like that, inside you.” Ilya was flushed pink. He spoke gently as he stroked Shane’s arm and cupped Shane’s head in his warm hands, but he couldn’t keep the giddy smile off his face. “I liked being able to feel you all night. Your body was telling me so much. I think you dreamt of me, hm?”
Now Shane felt flushed, and he was sure it was a much darker shade of red than what Ilya was sporting. Ilya jostled Shane closer to him, pressing their chests together, prompting Shane to answer him. Shane rolled his eyes but couldn’t help matching Ilya’s smile. “Shut up. Of course I did, you were inside me.”
Ilya groaned loud and long and kissed Shane deeply, slotting their legs together and pressing his growing erection into Shane’s hip. Shane was pleased that Ilya was having such a reaction to his spur-of-the-moment request, as if Ilya didn’t react this way to everything Shane did, but he also felt the remnants of Ilya’s cum beginning to leak out of him, and the sticky-dry lube, and all at once his whole body felt grimy and the room felt too stuffy, and he needed to get out of this filthy bed. He gently pushed Ilya away with a hand to his chest, giving his pec a firm squeeze.
“Ilya, I really need to shower now.”
“Okay.” Ilya’s face was still bright and grinning, and he leaned forward to give Shane one more peck on the corner of his mouth before sliding out of the bed and padding to the bathroom to start the shower. Shane was feeling too raw and overstimulated to worry about orgasming right now, but he was looking forward to sucking Ilya’s dick under the hot water.
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Shane needed time to process how he felt about it all, and Ilya didn’t press him until Shane brought up the term cock warming and Ilya made him sit naked on the bed and define it, as well as every other kink-adjacent term Shane had learned about, out loud and in excruciating detail. They discussed aspects of it in stops and starts over the course of the next few weeks, trying different arrangements when it felt right, and eventually they came to a sort of understanding.
Most nights they spend together follow their normal routine: unbelievable sex followed by cuddling and kissing and gentle touches for as long as time allowed until Ilya pulled out because one of them had to leave or they had to clean up and prepare for an early morning. Sometimes, usually when they haven’t seen each other in a while and their skin is feeling tingly and restless in a way that can’t be sated until they’re fully connected, Ilya will clean them up and then re-enter Shane. Shane likes to fall asleep that way, but he asks that Ilya do his best to pull out before falling asleep himself, and because Shane asked, Ilya always does. And then, sometimes, when Shane is absolutely sure he has nothing important to do the next day, they stay together the whole night. It’s something they’re both desperate for, desperate to feel it and desperate to give it to each other. Ilya loves telling Shane about how he can feel every twitch of Shane’s body, every thought that passes through Shane’s mind. Shane already telegraphs everything so clearly for Ilya to read, but in these moments it feels like Shane is letting Ilya into his subconscious, giving Ilya every atom of him.
They explore other options as well, namely Shane’s mouth. On rare lazy afternoons when they have all the time in the world to spend on each other, Shane will kneel on the floor or lay on the couch with Ilya’s cock in his mouth while Ilya watches a movie or plays a video game. Shane finds it intoxicating, the soothing weight on his tongue, Ilya’s taste and smell surrounding him, filling his senses, making his mind fuzzy and focused all at once, his world narrowing in on Ilya, Ilya, Ilya. It’s a luxurious escape from his own relentless thoughts. It always leads to more sex and orgasms and tears in Shane’s eyes while Ilya holds his head and fucks his throat. “You do so well keeping me warm, solnyshko.”
Anal warming only ever happens at the end of the night, when they’re both spent but still need to feel each other everywhere, entirely. Sometimes it works them up until they’re both hard and gasping out another orgasm, but mostly it becomes a staple in their post-sex-ritual repertoire, a favorite way to wind down and let their bodies express their need for each other.
Then, despite an overall great season for Shane Hollander, #24, Montreal Metro, Montreal loses to Boston in the second round of playoffs.