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Shane knew it was Ilya before he opened the door.
He didn’t know how, maybe it was the knock, impatient, familiar three taps he’d grown accustomed to over the years. Maybe it was his instinct. Or maybe it was the fact that he’d been expecting this after Ilya’s messages that morning.
Lily
we play tonight.
wanna make interesting?
Jane
I’m aware.
How?
Lily
whoever wins, gets a reward.
seen
Shane didn’t respond to that, and he thought Ilya would take the hint — but he was surely mistaken. He let out a huff as he made his way to the front door and opened it, and the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.
All 6 '3 inches of Ilya Rozanov was crowding his doorway, in grey sweats and a Boston Raiders hoodie, his curls were still damp from the shower he took quickly at the arena. The expression on his face was unreadable except for the curve of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“You won, I pay my debts.” Ilya spoke, calm and certain before pushing past Shane into his apartment.
“I didn’t respond to your message, there was no bet.” Lies. Shane didn’t respond but he was competitive.
“Lair.” Ilya mutters as Shane shuts the door. “You won, I pay my debts.” the taller of the two reiterates.
“You don’t have too.” Shane finally huffs after a moment of tense silence.
Ilya hums glancing around the apartment as if he hasn’t been here a million times already before his eyes land back on Shane. Not impatient, not hesitant, but expectant.
“Are you gonna tell me what you want or you just gonna stand there?” Shane finally mutters, crossing his arms.
Ilya’s gaze follows the freckles on Shane’s face, glancing briefly at his lips, before making eye contact again. “You won, you decide.”
The room becomes filled with a thick silence, no one moves, not Shane nor Ilya. The distance between the two grows shorter, dangerous.
Ilya kept his eyes locked on Shane’s, like he was waiting for something or daring the elder to make the first move. Shane couldn’t tell but it was always both. The silence stretched, not awkward but not comfortable either — tense.
Shane’s gaze followed Ilya’s body, from the shoes on his feet, to his grey sweat pants, up to his raiders hoodie and the faint bruise sticking out of his hoodie that he must’ve got from the game, taking too many hits to the wall.
Shane didn’t even notice he was staring until Ilya spoke again breaking him out of his trance.
“Problem?” Ilya hums.
“Not yet.” Shane swallows, Ilya gazes at his throat as he does before looking back up with a smirk.
That smirk, that fucking smirk did it for Shane before he could second guess himself he grabbed the front of Ilya’s hoodie and pressed their lips together.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t deliberate either. Ilya froze for a second before kissing back like it’s what he’d been waiting for the whole night.
Shane’s hands were still gripping Ilya’s hoodie, tight enough for his knuckles to turn white as Ilya buried his hands in the other's hair and gave a slight tug causing Shane to whimper.
Ilya pulled back just a bit, wanting to see what Shane would do and hummed as Shane’s lips followed his.
“Shane.” He muttered, gripping his jaw, gently to bring him back to the moment, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip.
Shane hummed, eyes fluttering closed as Ilya pressed their foreheads together.
Shane could smell the faint scent of sweat and shampoo sticking to Ilya as their pressed his bodies against Shane’s. “Your reward?”
It wasn’t a question, not really. It was a dare. Shane left out a huff as his ears flushed, he swallowed, licking his lips as he realized Ilya wasn’t really asking him what he wanted as a reward, but more so telling him what was coming.
Shane’s jaw was still in Ilya’s grip, Ilya’s thumb still brushing his bottom lip as he spoke. “You’re in charge.” Shane breathes as Ilya pushes his thumb into his mouth, letting out a hum at the wet warmth around his finger.
“Oh I know.” Ilya growled in response as he squeezed Shane’s jaw a bit more, making sure he remembered who was in control before pulling his thumb out of Shane’s mouth and reconnecting their lips in a heated kiss.
“I scored four goals tonight.” Shane murmurs against Ilya’s lips.
Ilya hum in response as his lips quirked, his teeth brushing Shane’s lower lip. “Was there, I know.”
All Shane could do is nod in response, his heart pounding. He felt stupid for saying how many goals he’d scored, obviously Ilya knew he'd been the one to lose to Shane but the way he was acting right now, he didn’t seem upset about it.
Ilya released Shane’s jaw and trailed his hands along Shane’s hoodie, deliberately squeezing his shoulders, before trailing down to his wrists to give them a squeeze. Shane whimpers again, grabbing Ilya’s hands on his own before whispering. “Is this my reward?” His voice trembles.
Ilya responds with a soft kiss deeper this time, pressing his tongue against Shane’s lips, giving his hips a squeeze when he gives him entrance. This kiss was soft, teasing, and demanding and Shane was weak.
Shane’s mind went blank expect for the heat pooling low in his gut, the feeling of Ilya’s hands on his wrists, and the promise of what’s to come.
“Mhm.” Ilya confirms with a smirk. “Still think you scored tonight?” Ilya hums as his breath brushes Shane’s ear. Shane shivers, heat pooling in his gut.
The brown eyed boy gripped the front of Ilya’s hoodie again. “I don’t know anymore.” He mutters voice thick with frustration and desire. “You’re teasing me.”
“I’ll spell it out for you.” Ilya mutters, sliding his hands under Shane’s hoodie, running his fingers along his torso, muscles still tense from the game. “Yes?”
Shane nods, needing to know what’s going on as he arches into Ilya’s touch, his body desperate for more. “You score four goals.” Ilya hums pulling Shane’s hips against his with a groan. “I make you cum four times.”
Before Shane even had a chance to respond, Ilya pressed their lips back together, his free hand trailing down Shane’s abdomen to brush against the waistband of his pants, squeezing just enough to make Shane whimper, again.
“Tell me you want.” Ilya murmurs against his mouth, needing confirmation Shane wanted this.
“I want this. I want you.” Shane gasps, voice broken and full of heat.
“Then let me show how much of a winner you really are.” Ilya mutters in response pushing Shane back against the door making quick work of Shane’s black sweatpants, he knew Shane would much rather be in the bed, but Ilya was in no rush.
“No underwear.” Ilya hums as he drops to his knees, right in front of Shane’s already hard cock. Ilya knew Shane did this from him, Hollander wasn’t the type to go commando. “хороший мальчик” Good boy.
Before Shane could even process what was happening, Ilya had taken him in his mouth completely with no warning, and suddenly he’s back in that hotel room in 2010, when he got his first blow job from Ilya.
“Fuck, Ilya, slow down or I’ll—” Shane pants as Ilya’s movements only speed up before he pulls off with a pop. “I know.” the blonde mutters. “Is the whole point.” He adds before continuing his movements, Shane finishes a few seconds later.
“One down, three to go.” Ilya hums as the corner of his lips curve into a smirk before he nods toward the stairs.
The two make their way upstairs into Shane’s room, making no motion to shut the door, no one else was there.
“Bed.” Ilya demands as Shane gulps before dropping down on the mattress. “I have something.” Ilya murmurs as he pulls a purple vibrator out of his pocket.
“Is that Svet—” Shane starts only to be interrupted by Ilya’s gripping his chin again. “Don’t.” Ilya growls. “Is mine, I got for us, I want to try something.”
Ilya pauses, waiting for Shane to respond, letting out a huff as the elder man looks at him confused.
“Can I try?” Ilya elaborates shaking the vibrator in his left hand as he glances down to Shane’s cock.
Oh. Oh.
“You want to use that on me?” Shane breathes, Ilya nods in response. “Can I?”
Shane nods and Ilya drops to his knees in front of Shane on bed. His fingers tracing the vibrator as he held it closer for Shane to see. “Purple is pretty color, yes?”
Shane preferred blue himself but nods in response before questioning. “How’re you gonna—?”
“Do I have to explain everything to you, малыш?” Rhetorical question but Shane nods again as Ilya continues. Baby.
“Going to put this here.” Ilya explains as he grips Shane’s cock, holding the vibrator in his opposite hand. “You thought blowjob was good, this will send you over the edge, and make you cum again. You want?” Ilya hums as he subconsciously rubs his thumb over Shane’s slit.
Shane’s breath hitches as his eyes widen, a flush creeps up his neck. “Yes, fuck, I don’t want— I need.” Shane whimpers, hips twitching as he watches Ilya turn on the vibrator.
“Breathe, Shane.” Ilya murmurs the softness in his tone is different from the dominance in the room. “I’ve got you.” Ilya assures as he presses the cool tip of vibrator to the head of Shane’s aching cock.
Shane cried at the sensation, his hands immediately finding solace in Ilya’s curls. “So good.” Shane whimpers, biting his lip as Ilya moves the toy in circles on Shane’s head.
The consistent buzzing along with Ilya’s movements made Shane’s brain fuzzy as heat rushed to his core, he could feel his second orgasm approaching and before he could speak, he came with a cry, his hips thrusting up ward. His release covered Ilya’s hand and the bottom half of his face from where Ilya was positioned.
“I knew you’d like it.” Ilya smirks, wiping Shane’s cum from his chin before licking his own thumb with a moan as Shane continues panting trying to regain his bearings.
“Take a breather.” Ilya murmurs softly leaning up to press a soft kiss to Shane’s lips. “I’ve got two more to give you, my Shane.”
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“Feeling better?” Ilya murmurs as Shane comes out of Shane’s bathroom, it’d been about half an hour since he used the vibrator on Shane. Shane nods in response.
“Good. You want more?” Ilya asks moving to sit on the edge of the bed, as Shane nods again.
Ilya smirks in response, resting his palms against the mattress as he leans back. “On your knees. Crawl to me.”
“Come on, Ilya this is embarrassing I’m not—” Shane complains, but the desire on his face says otherwise.
“Wasn’t a request.” Ilya mutters firmly.
With a huff Shane drops to his knees, and begins crawling toward the blonde. He crawled slowly, his muscles flexing under his smooth freckled skin.
Ilya bit his lip as he watched, the lighting in the room making it easy for him to see the flush on Shane’s cheeks, before he moved his gaze down to the curve of Shane’s ass and let out a breath as the man stopped in front of him.
“You want me to suck you off?” Shane mutters breathless as he reaches for Ilya’s aching cock in his sweats. “No.” The other responds slapping Shane’s hand away.
“I want you to get yourself off, on my leg.” Ilya hums, digging his fingers into Shane’s scalp. “Can you do that for me?”
Ilya grabs Shane’s waist and drapes him over his right thigh when Shane nods. “Good boy.” Ilya murmurs as Shane moans at the heat of Ilya’s sweatpants against his hardness.
“Move.” Ilya muttered keeping his grip on Shane’s hips as he helped him move back and forth, the fabric of Ilya’s sweatpants mixed with the pace he’d set against his thigh had him in pure bliss.
Shane’s cock rubbed against Ilya’s clothed thigh and with a whimper Shane sped up the movements with tears in his eyes. “S’good.” He slurs every movement of muscled thigh against his shaft bringing him pleasure.
Shane moved faster, his whimpers turning into breathy moans as Ilya buried a hand in his hair whispering words of encouragement as he kept his gaze on the movement against his thigh.
“I’m close.” Shane breaths; giving Ilya a warning this time. “I don’t wanna ruin you—”
“Fuck my sweats Shane.” Ilya mutters moving his thigh to match Shane’s pace and within the next minute, Shane feels his third orgasm wash over him as his body tensed and his came on Ilya’s sweatpants with a cry.
After a few minutes of Ilya running his hands through Shane’s hair, the elder speaks up. “I ruined your sweats.” Shane croaks. Ilya hums, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Now can I ruin you?”
“Please.” Shane whimpers. “I need you to fuck me now Ilya.”
Ilya smiles in response as he helps Shane off his thigh, Shane makes himself comfortable on the bed while Ilya undresses.
He’d seen him naked countless times over the years, but every time felt like the first back in this very room, that time Ilya had been soft and gentle, but Shane isn’t sure that’s what he wanted this time.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Shane breathes, chest panting from his previous orgasms.
“I figured I’d go easy tonight, you’ve came three times.”
“I want you to fuck me. I won tonight.” Shane all but begs. “Please.”
Ilya made his way across the room, slowly, of course just to edge Shane. “You won fair and square.” Ilya murmurs, his voice a teasing rumble that sent shivers down Shane’s spine.
Leaning over him, Ilya gripped Shane’s jaw to grab his lips in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. Shane let out a a whine as tongues met. Ilya exploring Shane’s mouth like it’s the first time all over again.
Ilya’s hands moved lower, tracing the outline of Shane’s abs as he moved his lips to flutter kisses to Shane’s neck. “I’ll give you what you want.” Ilya muttered pressing one final kiss to Shane’s jaw before reaching for the lube.
He squirted the lube onto two fingers before pressing them into Shane without warning. Shane let out a groan before wrapping his arms around Ilya’s neck to keep balance.
“You’re so tight, Shane.” Ilya murmurs as he prepares him for a few minutes.
He pulls his fingers out, and Shane doesn’t have a chance to whine before Ilya is pushing himself inside slowly inch by inch letting Shane adjust. Once he feels Shane dig his fingers into his shoulders he picked up the pace.
“You’re so fucking good for me, always so good.” Ilya moans as he thrusts faster, the headboard slamming against the wall with each movement. Shane was too out of it to respond, just digging his nails into his shoulders, enough to urge him on.
“Ilya….” Shane moans as Ilya rocked deeper hitting that spot that made Shane see stars.
A few more thrusts and Shane was done for the pleasure in his gut begging to be released, the final straw was when his eyes met with Ilya’s.
The pleasure was intense as Ilya angled his hips, to hit his prostate once again and Shane came with a cry. Ilya wasn’t too far behind him, burying his face in Shane’s hair as he finished.
For a long moment, Ilya kept his face buried in Shane’s hair, and his hands gripping the elders hips and neither of them moved.
Shane could feel Ilya’s breathing against his neck, uneven before evening itself out. Ilya’s grip on his hips loosened, no longer tight and demanding, instead he was now brushing his thumb back and forth along his hip bones.
“Are you okay?” Shane asks after the silence became too much. “I should be asking you that.” Ilya huffs, pressing a soft kiss to Shane’s forehead.
Shane pulled back, glancing up at Ilya, eyes still filled with tears from his orgasm(s). “You’re not supposed to be nice to me after.” Shane teases as Ilya hums, sliding one of his hands up Shane’s back in a gentle touch.
“Too late.” He murmurs, lips curving in a small smile that causes Shane’s chest to tighten.“I’ll start the shower for us.” Ilya murmurs softly, knowing Shane would want to change the sheets before joining him.