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The morning sun bathed the hotel bedroom in an orange glow. Shane was standing in front of the mirror, admiring the tattoo he got a few days ago. It was still a bit red but it was looking good.
Ilya came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stood behind Shane and rested his head on his shoulder. “You love looking at it, don't you?”, Ilya smiled. His thumb caressed the skin around the tattoo, but far enough to not touch it.
“I can't believe it's there”, Shane smiled.
“Shane Hollander with a tattoo, who could ever think that was possible”, Ilya teased.
“Hey”, Shane said, offended and turned around.
Ilya immediately wrapped his arms around him, his hands resting on his lower back. Shane was still naked and he probably needed to get dressed soon. Instead of actually making an effort to go to the bathroom, he just kissed Ilya slowly and deliberately. He wanted to savour the taste of his lips. His hands got tangled in Ilya's damp hair. Shane pushed himself against Ilya desperately. He felt Ilya's fingers traveling up his spine and it made him sigh against his lips.
“So needy?”, Ilya teased him.
Shane was hard. As hard as a fucking rock and he needed Ilya. If he wasn't going to get touched in the next few minutes he was going to lose it all. He pressed his hard dick against Ilya's thigh, showing him how bad he needed him.
“You want to look at that tattoo some more?”, Ilya asked.
“What?”, Shane asked confused.
Ilya turned him around again, pulling him against him. Shane looked into the mirror. He looked at how Ilya stood behind him and how he pressed a kiss on his cheek. Then he looked at himself and at how hard he was and then at the tattoo. Ilya placed his lips on Shane's neck, kissing and sucking on his skin. Shane closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, giving Ilya more access.
“Look into the mirror”, Ilya demanded him and Shane opened his eyes again.
Ilya's hand was on his thigh and then he saw and felt his fingers gently brushing over his balls. He softly squeezed in them and it made Shane let out a loud moan. Ilya was being so slow, it made Shane go crazy. They actually had to get some breakfast but neither of them cared about it. Shane just kept watching how Ilya touched him everywhere, except from his now throbbing, hard dick that was asking for his attention.
“Please”, Shane begged.
Ilya's hand finally wrapped itself around his dick and Shane sighed out of relief. His hand moved up and down over his shaft. Pre-come was already dripping from the tip. Ilya wiped his thumb over it, slicking up his cock with it. His hand was moving so slow, Shane cried out of frustration.
“Faster Ilya”, he dragged out his husband's name.
“We're not in a hurry”, Ilya replied.
“We have to meet the team soon”, Shane answered him.
“There is still time enough”, Ilya rolled his eyes playfully, “You're just looking for an excuse for me to make you come faster”.
“I need to come now”, Shane whined.
“You don't”, Ilya replied in that authoritative and deep voice that made Shane slip into that state that makes him obey everything Ilya says.
Shane looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at the tattoo on his hip. Then he looked at Ilya's hand around his dick. He felt himself lose power as he kind of fell against Ilya's chest, leaning against him. His legs were turning weak but Ilya's hand didn't move faster.
“Ilya”, Shane whispered as he felt himself drift further away. His surroundings were slowly disappearing as he focused on what he saw in the mirror. He completely surrendered to Ilya's touch.
Suddenly he felt Ilya slip away. He stood in front of him, blocking his view from the mirror. Ilya kissed him passionately and with much power. And then he sank onto his knees.
“Keep looking into that mirror”, Ilya demanded him while he moved his hand over his shaft.
Shane saw how Ilya wrapped his lips around his cock and didn't hesitate a minute to take him fully into his mouth. He looked in the mirror again. He watched Ilya's head move as he sucked his cock. Soft moans rolled over his lips and he gripped Ilya's hair for support.
“Fuck, Ilya”, he moaned out, closing his eyes for just a second as pleasure kept going through his body.
A part of the tattoo was still visible, he could still see a few of Ilya's teeth marks and it was so damn hot to see them permanently set into his skin. He loved it so fucking much.
Shane felt the pleasure building up in his stomach. He wasn't going to last long anymore. He was a moaning mess who couldn't stop looking at them in the mirror. He started moving his hips, thrusting his dick in Ilya's mouth. He was close, so close.
“Ilya, I'm-”, Shane said and Ilya got his dick out of his mouth and continued stroking it with his hand.
“Come for me Shane, do it”, Ilya demanded him and Shane couldn't do anything but obey.
His release washed over him as he moaned loudly. He watched how his come spurted on Ilya's chest because that's where Ilya wanted it apparently. It was hot to see it happen.
Ilya's hand slowly came to a halt. He stood up and he kissed Shane. His come was still sticking against Ilya's chest.
“Now you're dirty again”, Shane said, still recovering from his orgasm
“I don't mind”, Ilya said and rapidly kissed his lips again.
Shane sat down on the bed. He watched how Ilya got dressed. First he got into his pants and then he grabbed his Ottawa Centaurs hoodie.
“Aren't you going to clean that up first?”, Shane asked as Ilya hadn't done any effort to wipe his come from his chest.
Ilya looked at him with a cheeky smile. “Maybe it will bring me luck today”, Ilya replied and pulled the hoodie over his head.
“Oh- wait- you-”, Shane stammered, once again surprised by Ilya's boldness.
“Yes, I am leaving this where it is ”, Ilya smiled at him, pulling the hoodie over the rest of his body, concealing the come.
“You're unbelievable”, Shane laughed but he did really like the idea of Ilya leaving his come on his body.
“You know our teammates will see that kinky tattoo today right?”, Ilya pointed at Shane's hip.
“I guess they will”, Shane looked at his tattoo again. He had thought about it multiple times and he knew there was going to be a laugh about it. But he didn't think it was embarrassing because secretly he liked the fact it would be seen. He never dared to say it out loud but he was sure he didn't need to say it for Ilya to know he liked it.
The Centaurs won the game in the evening. Afterwards the locker room was filled with joy. Shane had been so scared about losing tonight because they lost the last two games. But that night was a win and he saw Ilya beaming with happiness. Ilya was next to him in the showers. He looked down at Shane's tattoo, nodding to it and it made Shane smile playfully.
It was only when Shane walked back into the locker room with a towel around his waist that someone noticed his tattoo.
“Is that a tattoo Hollander?”, Hayes asked curiously.
The tattoo wasn't fully covered by his towel. Shane looked at Ilya who had a cheeky smile on his face that said: “This is going to be good”.
“Yeah, got it a few days ago”, Shane replied casually even when he didn't really feel that casual about it. There were a few surprised reactions from his teammates.
“What is it?”, Bood asked.
“Is that a bite mark?”, Barrett asked.
“Wait, are those real?”, Dykstra asked.
“What do you think?”, Ilya replied and Shane shook his head at him. He knew his husband was too proud of the tattoo that he couldn't hold back the remark.
“You're not going to tell me that's Rozanov's-”, Bood said.
Ilya walked towards Shane, standing next to Hayes and Dykstra. Shane saw him looking at the tattoo, inspecting it. “I did such a great job on this”, he smiled proudly.
“I think the credits go to the tattoo artist”, Shane laughed.
“Without the great reference I gave him it wouldn't have been this beautiful”, Ilya said. His remark raises a few laughs in the locker room.
“Holy shit, I can't with you two”, Dykstra laughed.
“You guys are already married, you didn't need to actually mark him as yours”, Bood patted his shoulder.
“You guys are just jealous”, Ilya replied, pulling Shane against him.
“It was my idea after all”, Shane added proudly.
“You two are some kinky fucks”, Hayes laughed, “But good that you got a tattoo Hollander, it suits you”.
Shane looked at Ilya, whose eyes were sparkling. Ilya liked the attention and Shane liked it too. He liked this team. They weren't being completely weird about the tattoo. He had been prepared for a few laughs here and there.
Ilya's hand dropped to his hip and his thumb softly wiped over the tattooed skin. Shane looked at it and then looked back at Ilya whose eyes had gotten darker and were suddenly filled with lust.
Shane smiled cheekily at him before pulling himself away and continued to get himself dressed. Barrett was next to him already dressed. Shane saw him typing on his phone.
“You love that tattoo a lot, don't you?”, Barrett asked.
“I do”, Shane replied.
“It's kinda hot, I get it”, Barrett smiled.
After the game the team went back to the hotel. The next day they had an early flight but Shane wasn't planning on going to bed soon. The adrenaline from playing and winning the game was still pumping through his veins. He also couldn't stop thinking about their teammates seeing the tattoo, the mark, and Ilya proudly admitting that it is his “work”. He loved being Ilya's and he wanted to show that.
Back at the hotel room Shane saw his chance when Ilya was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He needed to be fast so he stripped down his clothes as fast as he could until he was completely naked. He sat down on his knees, waiting for Ilya. He looked down and saw that his dick was half hard only imagining Ilya's reaction. He needed Ilya so badly. He needed to feel him deep inside of him, fucking him senseless and make his thoughts one blur. Fuck, he needed him.
Shane held his arms behind his back, looking like the most obedient husband Ilya could ever ask for. The bathroom door opened and when Ilya stepped out of it and saw Shane, he was surprised but that was rapidly replaced with lust.
“Fuck, Shane, what are you doing?”, Ilya asked, licking his lips.
“I need you”, was all Shane could get out.
Ilya walked towards him, his hand going through Shane's hair when he stood next to the bed. “Look at you, so lost and needy”, Ilya tilted his head and kissed his lips ever so softly. It made Shane crave for more. “I want to see you get fully hard”, Ilya whispered into his ear.
“It won't take much effort”, Shane whispered back.
Ilya stepped back, grabbed the chair that was standing behind the desk in their room and pulled it in front of the bed. Before he sat down he got something out of his suitcase. First he threw the lube on the bed and secondly the massive black dildo. Shane watched Ilya sit down.
Ilya was only wearing his underwear. Shane saw how his hand slipped into them and got his cock out of it. It was still soft in his hand. Ilya gave it a few strokes. He locked eyes with Shane while doing so. “Keep looking at me and keep those hands behind that back”, Ilya instructed him with a deep voice.
Shane swallowed as he looked at Ilya. He watched his hand slowly stroke his cock. Shane's eyes were glued to his husband's cock that was so far out of reach. He wanted it in his mouth, feeling the weight of it on his tongue. He wanted to taste his pre-come while he was sucking him off. He wanted to feel Ilya thrust himself into his mouth. And then he wanted to feel that cock inside of him, deep inside of him as it would hit all the good spots. Shane swallowed as he saw how Ilya's cock was slowly becoming hard. He looked at Ilya who was grunting with every stroke. Shane licked his lips hungrily and then bit his lip. Fuck, he needed that cock so bad but Ilya wasn't giving it to him yet.
Ilya smiled as he looked at Shane's cock. “Good boy”, he heard Ilya say with his deep and sexy voice. Shane looked down at his own dick and he saw how hard it was just from looking at Ilya stroking himself.
“Stay on your knees and stroke that cock for me”, Ilya instructed him. Shane listened and let one of his hands slide around his hard cock. He was so sensitive it made him moan instantly. Shane put on his best show, leaning backwards on his free hand. With every stroke he felt himself drift away that little further. It's what he needed after a stressful game and it had been a stressful game since he was so focused on winning.
“Ilya please”, Shane moaned as he started thrusting into his own hand.
“Be patient, let me enjoy this a little longer”, Ilya said.
Shane wanted to show him how bad he wanted him. He bent a little bit more backwards, sensually stroking his hard and throbbing cock. Pre-come was already dripping from the tip. He placed his free hand on his thigh, sliding it up. His fingers traced the skin around his tattoo.
“Fuck, that bite mark is so hot”, Ilya moaned.
“Show me I belong to you. Show me why I got this tattoo”, Shane dared him.
“Show you how?”, Ilya smiled playfully at him.
“Fuck me, please just fuck me Ilya”, Shane begged.
“You're going to stretch yourself first”, Ilya replied. The hand around his cock had stopped moving. “You're going to lie down, lube that dildo up and open yourself up with it”.
Shane laid down on the bed, his head propped up on the pillows so he could still look at Ilya. He opened his legs widely. He took the lube and did some on his fingers. Slowly he spread it out before inserting a finger and not much later a second one. He was eager to deserve that cock. Moans rolled over his lips with every thrust of his fingers.
When he was lubed up enough, he took the black dildo. He put some lube on it before lining it up with his hole. Slowly he let it enter him while his eyes were locked on Ilya.
“Fuck Shane”, Ilya moaned. His hand had started moving again but Shane saw how he was holding himself back. Ilya wasn't planning on coming now but he wanted to bring Shane to the edge before fucking him.
“Show me how you want me to fuck you”, Ilya said.
Shane started sliding the dildo in and out of him. He imagined Ilya's cock. Shane was becoming a moaning mess. He lifted his hips, thrusting harder. He wanted to feel Ilya deep inside of him, feel him come inside of him. He needed his warmth. “I need to feel you”, Shane whimpered. He sounded so pathetic but he liked the game Ilya was playing with him. “I need your fucking perfect cock inside of me Ilya”.
“You're being such a good boy for me”, Ilya moaned.
“Good boys deserve rewards”, Shane said.
“What kind of rewards", Ilya teased him.
“Ilya, please, I need you”, Shane cried out.
Ilya finally stood up from the chair. He stepped out of his underwear and crawled towards Shane on the bed. He hovered over him and kissed Shane hungrily. Shane let out a sigh of relief and deepened the kiss. Ilya took the dildo into his hand and helped Shane fuck himself with it. “Holy shit, fuck”, Shane moaned against Ilya's lips.
“I loved watching you fuck yourself while you have that tattoo on you. Fucking hot”, Ilya whispered into his ear.
“Forever yours”, Shane whispered back.
“Forever mine”, Ilya whispered before kissing Shane's neck. Ilya sucked on the skin, probably creating a very obvious hickey.
Shane felt how Ilya pulled the dildo out of him. He kept kissing Shane's neck and throat and shoulder and collarbone while he made himself ready to fuck his husband. Shane grabbed the sheets as Ilya thrusted into him. Finally he had what he wanted all evening, all day actually.
“You're so beautiful Shane”, Ilya moaned, his finger tracing over Shane's cheekbone.
Shane thrusted into Ilya, their skin collapsing. He tried to keep himself in, knowing hotel walls aren't thick but he couldn't because it just felt too good. He was moaning, his nails digging into Ilya's back. Ilya bit in his shoulder as he picked up his pace.
“Ilya”, Shane moaned. His mind was blank and empty. Ilya kept thrusting into him and Shane felt like he was floating on a cloud. He finally had what he needed. Ilya was hitting that spot that always makes his body burst with pleasure.
Ilya pinned Shane's hands above his head, intertwining their fingers. Shane looked at Ilya and saw how gone he was, how he needed this as much as him.
“Are you going to come for me?”, Ilya asked him.
“Hmhm”, Shane moaned, “I'm close”.
Because of their prolonged foreplay both of them were already on the edge when Ilya finally thrusted into him. The build up pleasure in his stomach indicated how close he was. Ilya didn't even need to touch his dick. He was way past that point.
“Do it, come for me baby. I need you to come for me”, Ilya moaned in his ear before kissing it wildly.
Ilya's encouraging words sent him over the edge. With loud moans he reached his climax, his come spurting on his stomach. Ilya kept thrusting into him through his orgasm and Shane felt how he was clenching around him.
“Come inside of me please”, Shane begged him, kissing Ilya's neck.
Ilya reached his climax moaning Shane's name. Shane felt how his come filled him up and it made him feel satisfied. He felt his husband collapse on him and Shane wrapped his arms around him, keeping him close.
“I love you”, Shane whispered, pressing a kiss into Ilya's hair.
Ilya looked up. He looked exhausted, his face flush red, his lips swollen. “I love you”, Ilya kissed his lips.
They stayed like that for a while. Ilya hadn't pulled out yet because he knew Shane loved to keep it in. Shane felt his orgasm slowly leaving his body. He kept pressing kisses on Ilya's forehead and into his hair and Ilya clearly enjoyed it.
“The reactions were okay”, Shane said, suddenly thinking about their teammates finding out about the tattoo.
“They already knew we're kinda freaky”, Ilya smiled at him.
“Yeah probably”, Shane laughed. He was drawing circles on Ilya's arm with his finger. “Troy said it was hot”.
“Maybe he wants one too”, Ilya said.
“Who knows”, Shane laughed, “We're just a bad influence for other couples”.
“We're the perfect example”, Ilya argued playfully.
Shane smiled at him and suddenly he felt so complete with his husband in his arms. Sometimes it still felt surreal they were married but nothing ever felt so right as marrying Ilya.
“I'm the luckiest man ever”, Shane said.
“Why?”, Ilya asked playfully.
“Because I can share my future with you”, Shane said and pulled Ilya closer. Forever yours, he thought.