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Shane stares at Rozanov again, expectingly. He’s so horny right now, the mere fact of being around his rival enough the make his breath uneven.
They’re in Rozanov’s bed in their hotel in Nashville, and Shane curses every god he can think of for making him share a wall with Scott Hunter. Rozanov is laying on top of him, kissing him likes he wants to devour him, both men shirtless, feeling each other’s erections as they grind their bodies against the other’s.
“I bet Hunter would love to hear us” Rozanov says, voice frustratingly even as he moves to kiss Shane’s neck. “He’s so old he probably doesn’t remember what fucking sounds like. I could make you scream”. Shane lets out a desperate little whine as Rozanov starts nibbling on his skin, his thigh crushing against Shane’s painfully hard cock, never stopping his movements. It’s rough and the fabric makes everything slightly uncomfortable, but Shane feels insane with pleasure and need as his hips start to match Rozanov’s pace. He just ends up moving them a bit pathetically, no rhythm possible in his current state.
“Sshh, I thought you wanted to be quiet, yes? Is why I am not allowed to fuck your ass tonight” and because he’s an asshole, he brings two fingers inside Shane’s mouth, drowning another moan.
Unfortunately, Shane is starting to realise, he’s into that. Like, really into that.
“Fuck, you really like that Hollander?”. Shane closes his eyes, too embarrassed to answer, feeling the heat of shame creeping on his cheeks. But he’s too far gone, too needy right now to care, and he only realises after a few groans from the other boy that he instinctively started to suck on his fingers, like the needy slut he apparently is. They’re not even undressed for fuck’s sake.
Rozanov is rolling his hips harder now, like he is trying to fuck into Shane, and the pressure his thigh provides against his dick is actually starting to make him see stars. He can feel heat pooling at the base of his belly, sucking harder on the fingers in his mouth, almost like a pacifier. Fuck, he needs Rozanov to stop what he’s doing, he can feel his balls tightening, his skin sweating, he knows his dick is wet as fuck, he can feel so much precum between them, even through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Roz-“ he tries to warn, but the sound is muffled by the thick fingers still buried in his mouth.
The Russian raises his head slightly, locking eyes with Shane.
“Fuck Hollander, you are going to cum? You are making yourself feel good on my thigh like a good boy?” he sounds surprised, but mostly fascinated and incredibly turned on.
There’s no way Shane can resist after that. He arches his back, chasing the pressure against the other’s thigh, still suckling on his fingers, and then his hips stutter, his vision whitens, and he can feel loud and obscene moans escaping his throat as he cums so fucking hard against Rozanov’s leg, like a dog in heat.
Rozanov doesn’t stop moving, making sure he enjoys his orgasm until the last second, kissing and biting his neck, his cheeks and chin.
Shane is pretty sure he has saliva drooling down his face, but he doesn’t care right now, too embarrassed by what just happened. God, he’s such a fucking virgin. He keeps his eyes shut until he can feel Rozanov’s fingers slipping out of his mouth. He can’t help but whine at that, and finally meets the other boy’s stare, as shame flushes all of his upper body.
Rozanov’s lips just opens in a silent “wow” and Shane wants to cry. He didn’t take more than maybe five minutes and some fingers in his mouth to cum in his pants. He never felt so embarrassed in his entire life.
“Shut up” he croaks, turning his face away. They stay silent for a beat, and Shane feels like he’d rather die than face Rozanov ever again.
“You are embarrassed” Rozanov unhelpfully points out. When Shane doesn’t answer, resolute in keeping playing dead, the other man starts moving, and suddenly Shane can feel him straddling his chest. Rozanov grabs his chin to force him to turn his face towards him. “They say you are quickest player in the league” he starts with a smirk, “but they do not realise that is not only true on the ice”.
“Shut the fuck up”. Shane tries to glare at him, but Rozanov is making it pretty hard, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb, smiling at him, not a mocking smile, a genuine, and a bit hungry, grin. He keeps stroking his thumb against his face, slowly getting closer to his mouth. When the digit finally settles on his bottom lip, Shane doesn’t realise he’s parting them to let the thumb slip inside his mouth again until he’s doing it.
What’s wrong with him?
When he looks back up at Rozanov again, the grin is gone, completely replaced by a look of pure heat and desire. Shane manages to keep eye contact with him for about five seconds before he needs to stare down, moving his head slightly to properly suck on the thumb in his mouth.
“Fuck Hollander. I think we are going to need to put this – what do you call it – mouth fixation at use”
“Oral fixation, asshole” Shane can’t help but correct.
“Yes, well I would love to have my oral fixate on your asshole, but this is not what is happening now”
Shane reddens at that, and why the fuck is he starting the get hard again? He literally just came, and all that’s happened since is Rozanov putting one finger in his mouth, but fuck, he’s still so horny. This is beyond embarrassing, but somehow, the sight of Rozanov’s beautiful body above him makes him feel like a little coyote in heat.
Without removing his thumb from inside Shane’s mouth, Rozanov lowers his sweatpants, revealing he had been wearing nothing underneath. His cock springs free right in front of Shane’s face and he can feel his mouth water at the sight, unconsciously sucking more and more franticly on the thumb inside his mouth.
“Fuck Hollander, so eager for me, so good”. The praise makes Shane whine around the finger. He’s so hard again, but all he can think of is replacing Rozanov’s thumb in his mouth with his cock right now or he’ll probably start crying for real.
Rozanov brushes a finger from his other hand underneath Shane’s eyes and ohfuck is he actually crying?
“Relax Hollander. I will let you suck my dick, you do not need to cry about it”
And with that, he starts bucking his hips, the head of his cock smearing some precum on Shane’s lips, thumb still on his tongue. Shane opens his mouth completely then, and Rozanov’s tip breaches his lips to rest against his tongue, next to his finger.
“I am going to remove my finger now. Is okay?”
Shane nods frantically, his own cock twitching at the way Rozanov is talking to him so gently but yet remaining assertive. The Russian removes his finger at the same time he pushes his cock deeper inside Shane’s mouth. Shane can’t help but close his eyes and starts to lick the cock invading his mouth, swirling his tongue on the underside of the head, around the frenulum, feeling blissful and spacey as he hears Rozanov’s breath catching, one hand coming to rest on the top of his head, not pushing, just grounding.
“You are doing so good Hollander” his voice is a bit shaky now. “You make me feel so good, you were made to suck my dick”. Shane whines at the praise, opening his mouth wider to try to let as much as possible in. But the angle is awkward, and he can’t let in his throat nearly as much as he would like to – need to, and he is getting increasingly frustrated at that. Rozanov must see some sort of discomfort on his face, because he starts to slowly pull out, hand still caressing his head, fingers running through his hair.
“Are you okay?” he asks, panting slightly. “Something bothering you?”. He sounds like he genuinely cares not to hurt Shane, and he will need to add this to the long list of extremely shameful things that happened tonight, because Shane, still spaced out and needy, can’t help but answer.
“’S not that”. God he can’t meet the other’s confused eyes. “Can you… can you fuck my mouth. Please?”
Shane can only hear some Russian words spilling out of Rozanov, before he regains his assertiveness and forces Shane to meet his eyes.
“Yes Hollander, I can fuck your slutty mouth. You are being such a good boy for me”. Shane whimpers at the praise, and before he can start to feel even more embarrassed, Rozanov forces his mouth open with his cock, choking him, making tears run down his face. Just be a good boy just be a good boy just relax.
“Tap my leg if is too much”. Shane just blinks stupidly in return, feeling so turned on, mind completely blank. Rozanov starts moving then, slowly, but deeply, and Shane needs to touch himself so badly he doesn’t even think before reaching between his thighs to palm his own cock through his clothes.
“Fuck you like having something in your mouth so bad you can’t resist touching yourself when I fuck your wet mouth huh? Fuck, you feel so good, good boy, c’mon, make yourself feel good for me”. Shane can feel fresh precum through his sweatpants, he knows he’s leaking so much right now, but all he can think of is Rozanov fucking his throat stupid. He tries to relax the muscles in the back of his mouth, letting Rozanov get deeper, saliva drooling down his neck, and the other boy grunts, the hand he still has in Shane’s hair tightening, his thrusts getting quicker.
“C’mon, make yourself cum for me, be a good boy, the best boy Hollander”. Shane is getting close, his dick hasn’t even been properly touched tonight, and he’s about to cum again. His hands move more messily over the fabric of his sweatpants, feeling needy and horny and so so close.
Rozanov buries himself at the back of Shane throat one last time before abruptly pulling out, and then Shane feels ropes of cum splattering his face. He can’t stop his own orgasm from hitting, the feeling of being so slutty and dirty pushing him over the edge with a loud moan.
After both of their breathing evens out, Rozanov starts to stroke his face again, gathering every drop of his own cum on his thumb and feeding it to Shane.“Don’t swallow” he instructs. Shane is slightly disgusted by whatever is happening, but he still feels dazed out enough to follow the instruction, keeping all of Rozanov’s cum on his tongue like the good boy he is.
Rozanov starts to go down his body then, settling between his legs. When he pulls his pants and boxers down, Shane lets out a panicky noise. The Russian ignores him and starts lapping all around Shane now really sensitive cock, licking him clean on his tongue. Then he reaches back up to Shane’s mouth, and before he can realise what is going on, he starts kissing him messily, mixing both of their release.
“Do not swallow” he repeats. Shane doesn’t understand where this is going, but he doesn’t swallow.
Rozanov settles back between his legs.
“You can swallow only when you cum again” he shots, and Shane darts his head towards him because there’s no way he’ll be able to get hard again, let alone to cum again tonight, he feels so sensitive and so hung out and-
Fuck.
Rozanov takes one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it. It’s on the verge on painful really, but Shane is hard again in no time, dick up and leaking.
“You are so wet” Rozanov observes. “Like a girl. Maybe I make you squirt like a girl”. Shane wants to tell him to shut the fuck up, but his mouth is full, so he can only glare at Rozanov. The other just chuckles and start lapping his precum, like a cat who’s definitely getting the cream.
After two orgasms without really any direct contact with his cock, Rozanov’s tongue feels like so much, so good, but also a bit painful still. When he starts taking him properly in his mouth, deepthroating him, Shane can't help but sob, tears running down his face to his neck, because he doesn’t know how to feel, he didn’t know he could feel so much. When Rozanov’s hand shots up and start playing with his nipple, pinching and brushing, Shane starts moaning so loudly he’s pretty sure Scott Hunter can definitely hear him, but that’s literally the least thing he could care about, with his mouth full of cum, his cock buried in Rozanov’s warm throat and his nipples swollen and achy.
He cums again. Of course he does. He actually shouts at the sensations, some cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth, before he remembers he’s allowed to swallow. Rozanov swallows his release at the same time, then moves up next to him. When he kisses him, Shane doesn’t know if the taste in his mouth comes from his own semen, Rozanov’s, or both. He doesn’t care. He feels blissed out and so so good. Like something inside him is finally all quiet.
When dark spots stop dancing in front of his eyes, he turns his face to look at Rozanov.
“So…” the Russian starts with a smug face.
“Please shut up”
He doesn’t want to talk about it. Rozanov just cackles.