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Shane was tired. His brain and his body were at war and everything felt off. He was irritated and stressed and so tired.
The apartment door slammed open so hard it rattled in its hinges. Shane bent down and ripped the laces of his Reeboks open before setting them harshly down into place by the door. He stood up, struggling for a moment to pull off his jacket and put it away as well. “Kotik?” a concerned voice rang through the now too still air. The person to whom the voice belonged emerged from the hall and stared with wide, sympathetic eyes towards the owner of the discarded shoes and forgotten outerwear.
“Shane,” Ilya spoke softly, as if fearing that if he spoke any louder Shane would spook, “What’s wrong?”
With a shake of his head, Shane licked his lips and wiped at the tears that he’d barely noticed falling down his face. His face crumpled and a hand fisted in his hair out of frustration. “Please,” his voice was soft, and desperate. Ilya nodded his understanding at Shane’s plea and took a steadying breath. “Go. Wait in bedroom. I’ll be in soon.”
Relief washed over Shane’s face and his body visibly relaxed. He muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before ducking his head a little and making his way towards the bedroom. This wasn’t the first time Shane had come home in tears, begging for Ilya’s particular brand of comfort. And they both knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Shane sat himself on the edge of the king sized bed, his fingers suddenly very fidgety as he folded them in his lap. He kept his eyes focused on the floor a few inches above where his feet were planted. His heart was thrashing against his ribcage and his face was already burning with anticipation. He never knew how long it would take Ilya to come back. Sometimes he followed right behind Shane, others he would sit in the living room for what felt like hours, he’d get a drink or scroll on his phone, just to set Shane on edge as he waited.
Footsteps echoed in Shane’s ears. He was there. He could feel Ilya’s eyes on him but he didn’t dare look up. “Lyubimets,” Ilya’s voice had reached that growly, perfect tone he always took during times like this. Shane carefully lifted his eyes from their place on the ground up to meet Ilya’s gaze. His normally bright and shining hazel eyes had taken a darker edge which made Shane’s stomach twist. “Stand up and walk here, Lyubimets,” Ilya said in a calm voice.
Wasting no time, Shane rose to his feet and crossed the room in four long strides until he was a few inches away from Ilya. Ilya licked his lips slowly and let his eyes trail over Shane’s splotchy red face and puffy eyes. He nodded to himself and fixed Shane with a firm gaze.
Ilya stared at him for a long moment before slowly circling his body. Sometimes, Shane found himself comparing Ilya to a shark. The way he smiled or narrowed his eyes at people could feel like he was an apex predator, and now Shane was his prey.
Seeming to be appeased, Ilya let a small smile fall over his lips.
“Undress. To your underwear,” Ilya ordered, his eyes boring into Shane’s. Shane swallowed hard and quickly set to work. He pulled his shirt off, folding it quickly. When he glanced around for a place to set it, Ilya chuckled almost condescendingly before taking it from his hands to set on a nearby dresser. He did the same for the pants that Shane struggled for just a moment to peel down his legs.
“Good boy,” Ilya murmured. Shane shivered at the praise.
Shane could feel Ilya’s eyes raking over his body. Goosebumps erupted all over his exposed flesh and he fought the urge to cover himself with his arms, knowing Ilya would scold him if he did. “What do you want?” Ilya’s almost teasing tone cut through the thoughts in Shane’s head. Shane snapped his eyes back to Ilya’s and swallowed hard. “Whatever you want to give me,” Shane’s voice was trembling but clear.
Ilya grinned, “On your knees.”
Immediately, Shane sank to his knees and looked straight up at Ilya with wide eyes. “Such a pretty little thing,” Ilya purred, reaching down to card his fingers through Shane’s hair and grip lightly in the back. Shane wiggled a little from the affection. “You’ve been good boy so far,” Ilya spoke softly, staring right into Shane’s eyes, “And what do good boys get?”
Shane’s eyes left Ilya’s and traveled down his body until they were locked on the obvious bulge in Ilya’s joggers. “Good things,” Shane breathed, forcing his eyes back up to Ilya’s face. Ilya smiled and let go of the hold he had in Shane’s hair.
“That’s right,” he said. A hand playfully slapped against Shane’s cheek before Ilya went to push down the front of his pants. He reached into his boxers and pulled his straining erection free from its cotton confines. Shane tried his hardest to keep his eyes focused on Ilya’s face but couldn’t, shifting his gaze to the cock right as his eye level.
Ilya watched as Shane subconsciously licked his lips. “Go on, krasavchik, suck my cock like I know you’re dying to,” Ilya urged, once again twinning his hand in the back of Shane’s hair. Shane lifted his right hand up and licked a broad stripe over his palm before curling his fingers around the base of Ilya’s shaft. Shane took just the tip of Ilya’s cock into his mouth. His tongue tentatively swirled around the smooth head, flicking over the slit, as his hand slowly started to work its way up and down.
Shane sunk his mouth just a bit lower until his tongue could run over frenulum. Ilya hissed from above him and Shane lifted his eyes to stare at his face. Shane quickly coordinated the stroking of his hand with the shallow bobbing of his mouth. “So good,” Ilya groaned, “Such good little cocksucker.” Shane moaned around Ilya’s length and blinked up at him.
“Stop,” Ilya ordered. Shane groaned slightly but dropped his hand and pulled his mouth away from Ilya with a lewd popping sound that seemed to echo off of the bedroom walls. A gossamer thread of saliva connected Shane’s mouth to the tip of Ilya’s cock.
Ilya lowered his free hand to cup the side of Shane’s face. His thumb brushed over Shane’s wet lips and he smiled. Shane silently mourned the string of spit as it broke. “Mm, you love sucking my cock until those pretty lips get swollen and red. Don’t you, Lyubimets?” Ilya questioned, his hand sliding down to grasp Shane’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Da, ser,” Shane almost whispered, his tongue trying to keep the Russian phrase clear - how Ilya had shown him.
Ilya couldn’t deny the shiver that went up his spine whenever Shane called him that. It excited him beyond words.
“You’d suck my cock all day if I’d let you, wouldn’t you?”
Shane visibly shivered and tried to nod his head but couldn’t due to the hold Ilya had on his chin. Shane licked his lips and swallowed harshly. “Da, ser,” he tried to say as clearly as possible despite the tightening fingers on his chin. Ilya smirked down at Shane. That smirk that sent tingles down Shane’s spine and made his stomach coil. “Which do you like more, Lyubimets, sucking my cock… or me fucking that pretty mouth?”
Biting his lip and whimpering, Shane just stared up at Ilya, his body starting to shake a little. Ilya made a tutting noise with his tongue and tightened the hand in Shane’s hair, pulling his head roughly to the side. “I asked you a question,” Ilya said slowly, his voice lowering. Shane whined and closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them and staring back up at Ilya.
“Y-you fucking my mouth,” Shane stammered.
Both of Ilya’s hands released their hold on Shane’s hair and face. “Lie on your back on the bed. Head off side toward me,” Ilya said simply, raising a single eyebrow.
Shane whimpered again. He knew what was going to happen and he could feel his own cock starting to throb at the thought. Shane stood to his feet only to feel a strong hand clap down onto his shoulder and another press firmly between his shoulder blades. He was pushed back down to his knees and the hand on his back quickly yanked his head back so he was staring straight up at Ilya with enlarged eyes.
<“Did I say you could walk?” Ilya asked through gritted teeth.
Shane blinked rapidly and shook his head to the best of his ability. But Ilya tightened the hold in his hair and stared down at Shane with raised brows. “What was that?” Shane closed his eyes and shook his head again. “N-no, ser. You d-didn’t,” Shane muttered, opening his eyes again. Ilya nodded and let go of Shane’s hair and shoulder.
“That’s right,” he said calmly, “Now, I see you need more precise instruction, don’t you, Lyubimets? Already so stupid. I want you to crawl over to bed, on hands and knees, and lay down on your back with your head off the side. Understood?”
Shane licked his lips and nodded, “Da, ser.”
Turning around quickly, Shane ducked his head and started to shuffle his way back across the room on hands and knees. He could feel Ilya’s eyes on him and it sent a shiver down his spine. Shane reached the bed and quickly got up onto the mattress. He lied down across the width of the bed and let his bed gently tip over the side. He could see Ilya still standing where he had left him.
Ilya grinned and peeled off his own shirt before pushing down his joggers and boxers. He chuckled softly seeing Shane swallow and his eyes widen slightly.
These were the moments that Shane both loathed and adored. Where he had to wait, exposed, for Ilya to do whatever he wanted. Where he had to stay still and feel his skin prickle with anticipation as Ilya seemed to be having the time of his life just staring at him, his eyes calculating his next move.
Shane licked his lips and watched as Ilya lowered a hand to wrap around his cock. He slowly stroked himself as he stood across the room just looking at Shane lying across their bed. Shane shifted a little and felt a small whine escape his throat. Ilya smirked and made a small cooing sound. “Oh, is my Lyubimets getting impatient? He can’t go long without having big cock in his mouth, can he?”
The teasing, condescending tone in Ilya’s voice told Shane he was not to answer. He merely bit his bottom lip and blinked slowly, continuing to stare upside down at Ilya as he stroked his cock lazily. “He just gets so needy sometimes. It’s like he needs my cock to live,” Ilya continued, tilting his head to the side and smirking at Shane, who was whimpering again with his fingers tightening in the sheets beneath him
Ilya began slowly making his way towards the bed and Shane licked at his lips as he watched. “Head all the way back,” Ilya murmured as he got close. Shane pursed his lips and tilted his head back further over the edge. Ilya took one step closer and gently ran the head of his cock over Shane’s lips. “Open,” he said, smiling as Shane opened his mouth immediately. Ilya dropped a hand to cradle the back of Shane’s head just to lift it slightly. He grinned and slowly pushed his cock into Shane’s mouth.
Shane made a choked off moaning sound but held his head still as he slipped his eyes shut. Shane lifted his hands from the sheets and raised them over his head to grip onto Ilya’s sides, his thumbs pressing into Ilya’s jutting hipbones. Ilya started to thrust shallowly into Shane’s mouth as his hands grabbed firmly onto Shane’s biceps. “So good,” he murmured, pressing his hips forward more. He could feel Shane’s throat quiver and clench slightly as he made a small gagging sound before he relaxed enough for Ilya to push just a bit further.
Closing his eyes, Ilya let out an elongated moan before pulling his hips back and thrust harshly in. He lifted one hand and laid it flat over the taut skin of Shane’s throat. He could feel Shane swallowing and whining as his cock punished Shane’s mouth with each thrust. He lifted up onto his tip toes and thrust quicker and deeper. He could feel his balls tightening and his stomach coiling hotly. “I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat, Lyubimets,” Ilya gritted out.
“You’re going to swallow and love every drop,” he breathed as his hips stuttered. Ilya groaned as his body tensed his hips spasming forward. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned loudly as he came hot and hard down Shane’s throat.
Ilya pulled back, his cock slipping from Shane’s parted lips. He quickly slid his hand up to cup the bottom of Shane’s chin and closed his mouth tightly. His other hand gently stroked at his throat, feeling Shane gagging a little. “Come on, Lyubimets. Swallow. You’re so good at it,” Ilya cooed until he felt Shane’s Adam’s apple bob with a few swallows.
After releasing the hold on Shane’s jaw, Ilya gently wiped at Shane’s sweaty forehead and pushed some of his hair out of the way. “Such a good boy, so good,” Ilya praised. Shane couldn’t help the small smile that fell over his lips at his words. Ilya licked his lips slowly and took a step backwards, “Sit up on your knees."
Shane scrambled up from his lying position until he was sitting on his heels, his hands folded in his lap, eyes fixed on Ilya. “Oh, such a good boy,” Ilya crooned, stepping towards the bed again, “Knowing how he’s supposed to sit.” Shane squirmed again at the praise.
“I bet you’re just aching in your boxers aren’t you, krasavchik?”
With a slight whimper Shane nodded his head jerkily, “Da, ser.”
“Take them off. Show me just how hard you are.”
Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Shane quickly laid back and lifted his hips to slip his underwear down his legs until he could kick them to the floor. He made a move to sit back up on his heels but the bed dipped next to him and a firm hand was on his chest. Shane looked up at Ilya with pleading eyes. He’d been so hard for so long he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with it.
Ilya cooed softly and smiled down at Shane before he let his eyes travel down Shane’s pink tinted chest as it heaved with each breath he took. He took in the gentle curve of Shane’s waist as it tapered off to his hips. And finally, he fixed his gaze on Shane’s flushed cock lying hard, and heavy against Shane’s stomach. Ilya could see a small pool of pre-come building where the head rested, making him moan low in the back of his throat.
“You’ve got such a pretty cock, Lyubimets,” Ilya purred, his hand trailing down Shane’s chest.
He lifted his hand and let his fingertip brush the underside of Shane’s cock, making the boy jump slightly. “Mm, so eager,” Ilya teased, lifting his eyes to look back at Shane’s face. He made a move as if he were going to wrap his hand around Shane’s aching cock but he slid off the bed instead, much to Shane’s very vocal disappointment.
Ilya laughed. “Turn over, Lyubimets. Head on pillows, fingers locked behind head.”
Shane could feel a slight pout forming on his lips but did as he was told. He settled down on his stomach, his head resting on the pillows, and lifted his hands behind his head before twining them together. He hated and loved this part more than when he could actually see Ilya. He was blind to the world, and exposed. For all Shane knew, Ilya could just walk out of the house and leave him there. And Shane would stay put because he knew better than to disappoint Ser.
Time slowly ticked by as Shane lay alone on the bed. He couldn’t feel Ilya’s eyes on him anymore. A small wave of panic washed over Shane. Had Ilya really left him there? A small whimper fell from Shane’s lips and he squirmed a little against the mattress. Suddenly a hand appeared on the small of his back and he exhaled in relief.
<"So impatient, Lyubimets,” Ilya’s voice teased as his hand slid up and down his back, “I was only gone two minute.”
Ilya’s hand slid down to graze over the swell of Shane’s ass, making Shane shiver. “Pull your knees up, Lyubimets; I want that perfect ass up in the air.” In the blink of an eye, Shane pulled his legs up underneath his body and lifted his hips up into the air, pressing his face further into the pillow. The bed behind Shane dipped under Ilya’s weight.
Again, it seemed as though time had stopped all together. There was no more movement, or words spoken. And Shane would have thought Ilya had left him again if it weren’t for the dip in the bed and the steady sound of his breathing.
A sudden gasp from Shane broke the silence. Ilya had placed his palm flat against one of Shane’s cheeks and pulled it far enough to quickly press a slick finger into Shane’s hole. Shane moaned lowly and tried to press his ass back against Ilya’s finger. Ilya’s hand stroked gently at Shane’s ass while he worked his finger in and out quickly, twisting enough to relax Shane’s muscles.
“You’re doing so good, Lyubimets,” Ilya whispered. He leaned close and pressed a kiss to the cleft of Shane’s ass before moving down to nip at the firm muscle of Shane’s left cheek.
Shane whined loudly and started to sway his hips from side to side, a silent plea for more. Ilya grinned and pressed a second finger in alongside the first. Shane groaned and bit down on the pillow. Ilya worked his fingers quickly, twisting and scissoring roughly, pulling muffled ‘ah ah ah’ sounds from Shane’s mouth.
A third finger slipped past Shane’s rim. The fingers stroked at his inner walls and crooked just enough to brush up against the bundle of nerves buried deep inside Shane. “Oh, fuck! Again, Ilya, there,” Shane pleaded, turning his head to the side.
Ilya stilled his fingers before swiftly pulling them free and getting off the bed. Shane looked over his shoulder at him with wide eyes, realizing his mistake. “S-ser, I didn’t-“ he started to say but the hard look on Ilya’s features made him stop short. Ilya took a deep breath and licked his lips slowly. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Shane by the hips, yanking him up off the bed.
Shane was pressed up against the side of the bed, his chest flat against the mattress and his ass out in the air. He didn’t have time to breath before Ilya brought his hand down hard over Shane’s ass. Shane cried out, the sound barely tapering over before Ilya struck him again. “Do you know what you did?” Ilya asked, his voice harsh.
With a whimper, Shane nodded his head quickly, “Da, ser.”
“And what did you do?”
“I-I didn’t call you Ser.”
Another hard strike, “And what else?”
Shane’s eyes widened. He couldn’t think. He’d used Ilya’s name, he knew that much. But what else had he done? His thoughts were interrupted by three harsh smacks on each cheek. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes at the stinging pain. “Do you know?” Ilya asked softly. Shane swallowed hard and shook his head. “No, ser.” Both of Ilya’s hands were brought down so hard the slaps echoed. Shane let out a sob and his body started to tremble.
Ilya took a deep breath, “Did you tell me what to do?”
Shane closed his eyes tightly, a tear slipping down his face. “Da, ser,” Shane groaned and turned his head to press his forehead against the bed. Ilya’s hand ran lightly over the now red and warm flesh of Shane’s backside. Shane hummed softly and shifted his weight from foot to foot.
Another harsh spank which made Shane cry out again. “Do you tell me what to do?” Ilya growled. Shane whimpered loudly and shook his head, “N-no, Ser.” Ilya grunted and spanked Shane rapidly, switching between each cheek. “And what is my name?”
“Ser! Vashe imya — ser” Shane cried out, his whole body shaking with the pain shooting through his backside and up his spine.
“That’s right, it is,” Ilya spit out.
His hands left Shane just long enough for Shane to take a deep breath. “Fuck!” A scream ripped through Shane’s throat as Ilya suddenly pushed himself completely inside. Ilya didn’t say anything, or wait for Shane to get adjusted to the sudden intrusion. He began to quickly piston his hips forward and backward so hard that Shane’s hips were being slammed against the edge of the mattresses with each inward stroke.
A hand reached out and gripped into the hair at the crown of Shane’s head, tugging harshly until Shane’s body was being lifted off the bed. “Oh, god,” Shane sobbed at the sudden change of angle and Ilya’s cock punched at his prostate. Ilya mouthed at and nipped at Shane’s shoulder and neck as he pulled harder at his hair. “You feel so good around my cock, Lyubimets. So fucking tight and hot,” Ilya growled in Shane’s ear.
Shane whimpered and reached a hand back to grab at Ilya’s thigh, his fingers digging into the flexing muscle. Ilya’s other hand quickly reached around and grabbed onto Shane’s throat. Shane groaned and lifted his free hand up to wrap his fingers tightly around Ilya’s wrist. Shane’s eyes widened and he tried to suck in a breath but found it nearly impossible as Ilya’s grip tightened.
“I’m so close, Lyubimets,” Ilya panted, nipping at Shane’s ear, “But you’re going to come first. You’re going to come from just my cock pounding this perfect, tight, little ass. Mm, my favorite trick. You feel it, don’t you? So close to coming, and all out of air."
Shane’s head tipped back and his body seized up, his toes curling into the carpet as he came hard over the sheets. His hand fell from around Ilya’s wrist and he flopped forward against the bed. Ilya dropped his hand from Shane’s throat and grabbed onto his hip as he started to fuck him harder. “Fuck, fuck… Yes, so fucking good,” Ilya babbled as he felt his own orgasm rip through him. Thick ropes of come quickly filled Shane up as Ilya collapsed on top of the sated man below him.
Ilya stayed there for as long as he could, until he felt Shane clenching around his oversensitive dick. He hissed and pulled out, running his hands slowly down Shane’s back. “Such a good boy,” Ilya breathed. He carefully picked Shane up and brought him to the other side of the bed to lie on his stomach. He started to clean up the bedroom and looked over at the bed, seeing Shane had fallen asleep.
With a fond smile, Ilya crawled up into bed next to Shane. He reached a hand out to card his fingers through his chestnut hair. “Kotik,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Shane’s face crumpled slightly and he blinked a few times until his eyes focused on Ilya. “Ilya,” he said in a hoarse voice, a smile skimming over his lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, scooting as close as he could to Ilya.
Ilya grinned and kissed Shane’s lips gently, “Not a problem. Are you going to tell me why you were so upset?”
Shane shook his head and nuzzled his nose to Ilya’s neck. “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine now. It was just… a rough day,” he murmured, followed by a small yawn. Ilya pursed his lips and sighed softly, deciding if Shane wanted to talk, he would. “I love you,” Ilya murmured, pressing another kiss to Shane’s lips. Shane smiled and pressed his face into his pillow. “I love you too.”