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It started out with a blowjob. An intense blowjob. A mind-blowing and knee-wobbling blowjob that resulted in Shane feeling slightly unsteady on his already-sore feet.
He was upright against the wall of their home entryway (they hadn’t made it very far after arriving home from practice). Shane was so caught up in the moment, he failed to realize his converging proximity with the staircase. With a particularly deep thrust into Ilya’s throat, Shane’s head lolled to the side only to find an opening where the wall should be. The movement, paired with the jello-y feeling in his legs, resulted in Shane tumbling backwards through the open frame and landing hard on the ascending steps.
Ilya was concerned for approximately two seconds. But once he confirmed that Shane was only embarrassed and not injured, he doubled over in laughter on the ground. Shane had not found it so funny. He pushed his feet against Ilya’s shoulders to put more distance between them. The motion slowly slid Ilya across the tile floor, only causing him to cackle harder.
Shane groaned and stomped into the living room, naked and humiliated. He picked up the clothes that were strewn across the ground, donning them in the order they had been discarded during their feverous escapade.
“Nooooo,” Ilya whined when he noticed Shane putting his pants on. “No clothes. Come back.”
Shane rolled his eyes and threw on his shirt before sitting down on the couch, unresponsive to Ilya’s request.
Ilya flopped on to the couch beside him. “Mmm good idea. You will be more stable sitting down,” Ilya commented jokingly.
Shane glared at him and grabbed the TV remote.
Ilya’s hand glided up and down Shane’s thigh playfully. “Come on, Hollander. Was funny. You are never clumsy.”
“I’m not clumsy,” Shane confirmed.
“That’s what I said. That’s why it was funny.”
“It wasn’t,” Shane grumbled. “No one wants to be laughed at during sex.”
“Aw moya lyubov. I am sorry. I was not laughing at you. Just at situation, see?” Ilya gazed at him endearingly. Shane almost forgave him… until he continued. “If anything, we should be laughing more during sex.”
Shane shot him a perplexed look. “Sex is supposed to be… sexy? Not a fucking comedy show, Ilya.”
“So boring, Hollander.” Ilya threw his head down onto Shane’s lap and looked up at him. “I bet I can make you laugh next time we have sex.”
Shane quirked an eyebrow. “You want me to laugh during sex?”
“Mm-hmm. I am sure I can. And I bet I am much better at it.”
“Is that something to be proud of?”
“Mmm it is if we make it a contest. Most times we get the other person to break or laugh during sex in the next month wins?”
Shane considered for a few seconds, tapping his fingers across Ilya’s head. “So what you’re saying is that I am currently in the lead?”
Since then, the two were relentless in their efforts to win the self-invented competition. Ilya had carefully licked each of Shane’s toes while fucking him, which caused Shane to break “only cause it tickled”. Shane whispered in Ilya’s ear the most ridiculous things he could think of when riding him. Ilya had magically pulled out a canister of whipped cream from his pants to put on Shane’s cock while going down on him. Shane had held down Ilya’s wrist and put on his best assertive act, which had made Ilya immediately break; however, it left Shane arguing with him over the fact that it actually wasn’t funny and he totally could dom Ilya if he wanted to.
Two weeks into the competition, Shane fully anticipated Ilya to interject some outlandish statement or random prop into the bedroom. But tonight, Shane was so horny, he couldn’t think of anything that would make him want to stop.
Ilya pinned him down to the mattress. “You like that, Hollander?”
Instead of responding, Shane lifted his hips to meet his husband’s and ground sinfully against him. He kissed Ilya with enthusiasm, nipping at his bottom lip.
Ilya groaned into his mouth. “Get on your knees,” he growled.
Shane happily obeyed. He slid to the floor and hummed in contentment at the tented jeans in front of him. He quickly undid the buckle and pulled eagerly at Ilya’s zipper.
When Ilya’s cock sprung free, Shane moaned at the sight. God, he needed this. The last few games on the road had been tough. And to finally be back in their home meant Shane felt particularly lighter. Safer. Less guarded.
He looked up to make eye contact with his husband who was staring right back at him. Ilya slipped a thumb into the side of Shane’s mouth. Shane hummed around the finger and sucked it with fervor, leaving them both breathless and moaning. Ilya slid the thumb out the side of his mouth with a pop.
“You look so hot like that, baby,” Ilya muttered. And something about the word baby in Ilya’s accent caused him to grow harder against the seam of his pants. Shane shifted on the floor, trying to find some friction to rub against. Ilya noticed. He slid his fingers through Shane’s hair and tugged slightly. Shane whimpered.
Shane looked up to see a wicked glint in Ilya’s eyes, and suspected he had an idea of what might make Shane break. But Shane knew nothing in this moment would make him want to stop. He felt high. He felt floaty. He wanted to stay like this forever. Or hopefully like this, but with the addition of a hand around his dick. Shane stuck out his tongue to catch some of the pre-cum developing at the tip of Ilya’s cock.
Ilya groaned at the sensation and then tugged on his hair again. With a gravely and teasing tone, Ilya murmured, “Come here baby. Come suck daddy’s cock.”
Shane’s brain short-circuited. A mischievous grin spread across Ilya’s face. He knew exactly what Ilya was thinking. Knew that Ilya thought he would jolt him with the remark. With that one word. That Shane would be so disgusted or find it so ridiculous that he would guffawack and jump away.
Instead, Shane felt a heat spread across his lower abdomen. His cock hardened. His cheeks reddened. His breathing accelerated. Fuck.
Shane swallowed thickly and cooled his features. Instead of letting Ilya know how turned on he truly was, he summoned his best acting abilities. He smirked up at Ilya and steadied his voice before purring, “Yes daddy.”
It was worth it to see Ilya’s eyes bug out. Shane winked and then dove down to ravish Ilya’s cock with his mouth. Ilya didn’t attempt any other antics the rest of the night.
Days later, the interaction was still on Shane’s mind. The encounter flipped around his psyche like it was on a laundry spin cycle. He mewled it over. Let it sit behind the wall of anxiety that divided his brain in half.
They only had a few more days left in this ridiculous competition and Shane figured it might be the perfect excuse to test out using that name again. It had probably just been a fluke. He had been so turned on that night that just about anything would have sent him spiraling. No, it was definitely a coincidence. Not some hidden kink that he was just now discovering. That would be preposterous,… right?
This was definitely for the competition, he convinced himself. He was going to win. And this was the best way to do it.
He patiently waited. He waited until Ilya had opened him up and was ready to fuck him. Shane had bent over without another word, ass up in the air and face pressed down into the pillows. Because yes, he had thought this through. And no, he did not want to look at Ilya when he said it. He also didn’t want Ilya to notice any potential evidence that Shane might be enjoying this at all.
“Ready?” Ilya groaned from behind him, one hand on Shane’s ass and the other holding his dick against his hole.
Now or never, Shane figured. “Fuck yes. Please fuck me, daddy.” He tried to make the ‘daddy’ sound extra whiny to hopefully play it off as a joke.
Despite himself, the moment the words left his mouth, Shane’s dick throbbed underneath him and he could feel himself leak onto the sheets. He had to hold back a moan once the words left his mouth, and stifle the urge to squirm backwards onto Ilya’s awaiting cock.
Ilya stilled against him, unmoving and considering. And fuck, now Shane was ever hornier than before and he needed him to continue. Maybe he hadn’t really thought this one through.
“Mmm you think this one will catch me off guard huh, Hollander?” He unexpectedly smacked Shane right across the ass, causing Shane to jolt in surprise. “You are very sneaky, baby,” he whispered with conviction, like he already knew the truth. Like he somehow could read Shane without even seeing his face. “So naughty.”
Shane whimpered softly, and buried his face further into the pillows. Against his own will, he lifted his ass higher in the air and arched his back in search of what he needed.
Ilya kneaded his thumbs into Shane’s ass and hips. His voice dropped lower. Rougher. “You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”
Fuck, yes he did. Shane grinded his leaking cock down into the mattress. He was desperate.
“You are going to be good for daddy, aren’t you?”
Shane vaguely realized he was moaning and whimpering in response. Ilya wasn’t having it.
“Tell me.”
“Yes yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll be good for you.”
“Good for who?”
That teasing asshole.
“Good for… ahh you…daddy,” he stuttered breathlessly.
“Good,” Ilya cooed, before suddenly plunging his cock inside him. He pushed in slowly, allowing Shane to adjust. But Shane was already trying to rut against him, pushing back wildly and trying to take everything at once. “Fuckkk,” Ilya rasped. “So desperate for it.”
Shane felt so gone. So far away from his body. All he knew was that he needed more. Needed to hear more of those filthy words come out of his husband’s mouth. Needed more of Ilya inside him. More. More. More.
Shane lifted his face from the pillow and his body from the mattress. He frantically rocked his hips backwards to meet each of Ilya’s thrusts. The sounds coming out of Ilya made him want to go even harder. He tried, but Ilya placed a firm hand on his back to slow his movements. “Nice and slow baby. I want to enjoy this.”
Shane burned with desire. He felt like he could float away. He wanted to say that word again, but his mind wouldn’t let him. It was the only thing still keeping him tethered to himself.
As if he knew this, Ilya pushed against Shane, forcing him to stall his movements. Shane groaned in frustration, which made Ilya huff out a laugh and say something in Russian that Shane didn’t quite catch.
“Turn over, moya lyubov. I want to see your pretty face.”
If Shane weren’t already so desperate and broken, he would be embarrassed to turn over. But at this point, he would follow just about any command Ilya gave him.
Ilya looked at him fondly and brushed a hand across his cheekbones. “So beautiful,” he murmured to himself. He looked down at Shane’s hard leaking cock and raised his eyebrows. Shane wriggled under his gaze, desperate to get back to the task at hand.
Ilya took his time. He grabbed more lube and intentionally rubbed it all over his length, slow and methodical and torturing. Shane licked his lips at the sight.
“Put my cock in you, baby. I want you to watch it go inside your pretty little hole,” Ilya hummed.
Shane clenched around nothing hearing those words. He quickly grabbed Ilya’s cock and placed it against his opening. He lifted his hips and sunk down on it, eyes trained on the intoxicating sight of it disappearing inside him. And just when he thought he couldn’t be any more turned on, Ilya hummed in pleasure and whispered, “So good for daddy.”
This time, Shane couldn’t hide his face in the pillows. Or stealthily thrust his cock into the bed. Ilya observed as Shane bit his lip to hold back a gasp, and observed Shane’s cock twitch with satisfaction at the words.
Ilya smirked and whispered a small, “Interesting.”
Shane was about to defend himself. To stop the whole thing and say it had just been a joke. A part of this stupid competition. It was all an act.
But then Ilya pulled almost all the way out and thrusted deep into Shane’s pliable body. “So desperate for me baby. You love having daddy’s cock in you.”
Shane cried out.
Ilya did it again– slow and purposeful. All the way back out, and then snapping his hips back in. “You are so wrecked for daddy.”
Shane practically sobbed. “Please.” He didn’t even recognize his own voice. He did sound wrecked.
Ilya must have noticed that slight glint of panic in his eyes. Because he picked up the pace and started to bear down on that one spot he knew would make Shane lose his train of thought. “You are so pretty like this Hollander. I love it, baby. Love how you look when you are taking me. You are so fucking hot. Love how responsive you are.”
Ilya babbled on. And Shane knew it was his way of telling Shane to let go. Shane shattered; he released that last remaining tether and reached out to root himself in Ilya. “Daddy,” he moaned.
Ilya pulled his hips down harder. “Yes baby. Doing so good for me.”
“Fuckkkk oh god.” Shane felt like he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything but Ilya inside him. Around him.
“You gonna come for me baby? Gonna cum for daddy?” Ilya gripped his large hand around Shane’s neglected dick. He supplied a firm, fast rhythm timed with the pounding of his cock in Shane’s ass.
Oh god, it was too much. It was… overwhelming. Shane searched for refuge, his hands clawing at Ilya’s back. His chest. His back. “Daddy please,” he panted.
“It’s okay baby. Cum for me,” Ilya hushed into his ear, his movements never faltering.
Shane felt himself falling over the ledge– an abyss with no ground in sight. His toes started to curl and he could hear Ilya praising him through it. “That’s it baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”
The earth stuttered on its axis as electricity pulsated up and down his body. Shane’s orgasm ripped through him in a way he never felt before. His vision faded to black. His abdomen tightened over and over again as he spilled into Ilya’s hand and across himself, leaving a mess in its wake. All the while, he could vaguely hear himself mewling unintelligible words into Ilya’s chest as Ilya came deep inside of him.
Shockwaves splintered through him. His feet never did find the ground. He felt dizzy. Lightheaded. Like he was watching himself from above. His whole body felt tingly and limp. He could vaguely feel Ilya pulling out of him and then a wet towel being dragged slowly against his skin. He felt so worn out. And blissful. He could hear Ilya talking, but he could only hum in response.
Ilya laid down on the bed, and maneuvered Shane to lay on his chest. Now there was a cover over them both. Some far away part of Shane’s brain knew he should get up to shower, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
All the while, Ilya dragged soothing fingers through Shane’s hair and across his back. He was whispering words of praise into Shane’s ear. Shane’s limbs became even heavier.
It felt like only minutes later that Shane opened his eyes again. When had he closed them? His body still felt weighted, but the static in his bones and in his ears had dissipated slightly. He was curled into a ball on his side, pressed tightly against his husband’s chest. Said husband was softly snoring into Shane’s hair.
Shane tried to move his legs and could immediately sense the tightness from staying in one position too long and the residual soreness from their ravenous interaction.
It all started to flow back to him. The mind-blowing sex. The very very obvious kink that Shane was into. The shame of it. But also Ilya’s willingness to try it.
His heart started pounding and he felt itchy. He tried to squirm out of Ilya’s grasp without waking him, but Ilya immediately shot awake. “Oy.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“No no, is okay. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was trying to wait until you were with me again.”
“With you?”
“Da. You were very out of it after you cum.”
Shane flushed and wanted to defend himself, but also could not really recall what happened after he had finished. “Sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say.
“No apologies, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
Ilya stretched himself out and then laid his head on the pillow to look at Shane. The lights had been dimmed at some point, but they could still see each other in the low lighting.
“I feel…”. How did he feel? Shane wasn’t sure how to answer that. “Uh very relaxed actually. That was…”. And yeah, how did he explain that?
Ilya smirked knowingly. “Da. Yes. It was.”
Shane turned his face to hide it in the pillows.
“No more hiding,” Ilya stated. He tipped Shane’s chin up so he was looking at him again. “You know you could have just told me you were into this ‘daddy’ thing, yes?”
Shane could feel his face brighten red, and was thankful for the low lighting. “I-...”. Could he really deny it? It was pretty obvious he more than just liked it. “I just didn’t want you to laugh at me.”
Ilya’s amused eyes softened. “Look at me, moy pomidor.” Shane willed himself to look up. “I would never laugh at you. Laughing is for both of us to do together. But when it comes to sex– when it comes to anything– you can tell me how you are feeling. Always.”
Shane hesitated but then nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Ilya kissed him on the forehead and tucked him into his side. And just because he couldn’t help it, Ilya added, “But just so you know, daddy will be using this to tease you whenever he can.”
Shane could hear the annoying smirk in Ilya’s voice. He snorted. “Ya know… daddy, I’m pretty sure I heard a little half laugh from you while we were doing it. Made sure to add it to my winning tally.”