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Shane stepped back into the penthouse suite, the elevator door clicking shut behind him with a soft huff. The awards show afterparty had been just as boring as Shane anticipated. Drunk rookies congratulating him, seasoned pros making awkward small talk. Plenty of players asking where his other half had gotten off too.
Every time someone had stopped to ask where Rozanov was he'd smiled coyly and told them he retired early. They'd look confused nodding like they were meant to but not really getting it. Ilya Rozanov didn't retire early from any party, even one as boring as the mlh awards after party. Then again the party was usually a lot more lively and made fun by the man whose lack of attendance everyone was wondering about.
Shane wondered what they'd say if they knew where he really was. If they could follow Shane into this penthouse suite and find him waiting.
The room was dark besides a single lamp on the side table. It's warm glow illuminating the lounge enough for Shane to see. Shane moved to collapse onto the long leather couch. Hands tugging at the tie resting undone over his neck. He pulled at the collar pulling it further apart.
“I hate those parties” he murmured to the room at large. He didn't expect an answer, “they're unbearably dull, not even a glass or three of vodka could make me tolerate it more”
He reached down and unbuttoned his suit vest shifting to pull it off his shoulders, hands working to smooth out the fabric as he set it over the back of the couch.
“Youre quiet, not that I'm complaining” Shane laughed mockingly as he groaned. He leant forward hands braced on his knees before he pushed up moaning at the click of his knees and the stretch of his spin as it clicked hollowly in his ears.
“Youre always your prettiest when you're silent” Shane muttered snidely shooting a wink over at the man. He walked slowly over to the bar, his loafers clicking on the tile floor. His hands slipped into his trousers as he eyed his options. Ilya's vodka was resting in ice in the bucket. His real top-shelf stuff. The kind he only pulled out in preparation to win an award.
Shane grabbed a glass and took the bottle from the ice. He set the glass down and grabbed a cloth wiping the water and condensation down off it before he uncapped it with a crack.
“So many people asked for you tonight” Shane said, his voice low, annoyance lacing it. So many people walking over sneering at him in open annoyance but putting on a polite smile in the hopes of locating his husband. So many people who'd hated him before were now forced to tolerate him because of their love for Rozanov.
“I kept count, twenty-eight” Shane poured the vodka into the glass, stopping after two fingers give or take. He took a sip of it hand clenching at his side before he set it down and recapped the bottle slipping it back into the ice. His eyes landed on the reflection bouncing off the rough shards. Tongue darting out to lick at his lip.
“I thought the ring would help get it through their heads that you're mine, but it seems that the message hasn't really gotten across” Shane muttered coldly, head shaking as he reached for another glass. He collected a few chunks and smiled at the clinic of them against the glass as he dropped them into it.
“But maybe I can still remind you” He grabbed his glass and turned around, smiling warmly over at his husband.
Ilya Rozanov was kneeling naked on the floor of their warm penthouse suite. Right in front of the suite's long open windows. He had his head resting on a short stool, the velvet cushion soft against his reddened cheek. His hands were bound behind his back, wrists pressed together tightly by silken scarves.
He was posed so carefully, his back rigid, long sculpted muscled tight to keep the pose perfect. Just as Shane had left him. There used to be a piano there but Shane had asked it be removed from the room so he could use the space. If only the hotel staff knew what he was using it for. Shane had pulled the knoll Barcelona over to the window the morning before and set the stool just in front of it, a side table to its left. He moved to sit there now setting the glasses down first before he collapsed into the wide leather chair.
Shane couldn't get passed it. The easy way that Ilya submitted for him. The way he laid himself down and took his orders so sweetly. Shane leaned back to look at him for a moment. To admire his craftsmanship. The silken binds that wrapped his wrists together were intricate and ornate but tight. They curved around his wrists and looped under his arm pits pulling them back and restricting his movement even more. The position was a little precarious. His knees were pressed together so he had to concentrate on holding his core tight and pressing his cheek into the stool so he didn't tip left or right. Had Shane found him laid out on the floor when he'd returned well the scene would have gone vastly different to the way he was imagining it going now, but his husband was good.
Oh he was so good. He was perfect. He knew just how to keep in place for him. His back was bowed in a pretty arc, shoulders back and chest pressed down. Shane would make it easy for him, even though he knew he didn't have to. Ilya would take whatever Shane decided to give him. Whether that be a single kiss to the forehead before he turned himself in for bed, or a hundred lashings to the ass. Shane thought thirty wasn't that bad a number in comparison to what he could do.
He took his glass and moved around him, coming to stand in front of the windows and looking down at the man. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes at some point golden curls obscuring his eyes but they couldn't hide the tear tracks that stretched down his cheeks from his red-rimmed eyes. They moved slowly squinting at the figure that was obscuring his view before they flicked up at him.
Ilya's pupils were blown, the iris completely obscured as he looked up at Shane in confusion, pleading for something Shane doubted he even knew. His lips were stretched wide around his gag, the metal ring holding open his mouth. There was a sizable wet patch staining the velvet and Shane knew it must be so uncomfortable against his cheek. Ilya knew better than to move though and he hadn't.
“Hi Chéri” Shane murmured smiling down at the man, he threw the rest of the vodka back with a sigh and set the glass down.
“You heard me earlier right?” Shane asked teasingly smiling down at the man, he waited for an answer and when he didn't get one he gutted foot coming up to nudge at Ilya shoulder he rocked slightly but stiffened after a second to keep himself supported, eyes blinking scaredly at him.
“Thirty lashings with my belt, twenty eight, one for every man who'd asked about you and two to round it out” Shane told him straight, giving Ilya moment to respond to move at all, to reach for his panic button, instead be simply huffed a breath through his nose and turned his head into the stool hands gripping into fists on his back.
“My perfect angel” Shane murmured awe filled and sweet. He crouched down a moment and placed a kiss to the side of Ilya's head, the man shuffled turning to him as though seeking more of his affection and who was Shane to deny him anything. He ran his knuckles down his soft cheek holding his jaw softly as he admired his husbands face, his reddened cheeks, blood shot and red rimmed eyes. His pretty stretched lips drooling around the ring gag.
“Colour bebe?” Shane whispered into Ilya's ear. He peered out of his eyes at the movement of the man's hand and a second later there was a soft click, Green, It meant. “You know what to do if that changes”
Shane stood and reached to his belt thumbing open the buckle in a ove so smooth it was like it has been rehearsed. Which it had. Shane had wanted to make the scene so clean and fluid he'd practised getting his belt out the loop with one tug and he did it now. Whipping it free and folding it into his palm. Buckle cold in his grasp.
He slapped it down against his palm checking the sting and smiling at the sharp pain that erupted across his skin. It would feel so much worse against Ilya's bare ass but he knew Ilya could take it. He knew because Shane had given him so much worse.
The belt flew through the air with a sharp crack and landed with a deafening thud. Ilya's gasp was wet as he jolted forward, his back arching upwards as he dug his forehead into the stool. His hands gripped behind his back so tight Shane could see his knuckles going white.
The first was light and Shane rolled his shoulder to prepare it. He brought the next one down so hard he could feel it reverberating through his own hand. Ilya screamed into the pillow gasping afterwards. Shane could see the unsteady way his chest heaved for breath and he smiled.
The next few came quick and decisively, crisscrossing across his ass with precision. He knew where to make it hurt and he focused on those spots. The high part of his thigh, low part of his ass was the best place to have Ilya feeling it for days and he focused on that area. He watched the red brighten before deepening into purple. Listened to his gasping between strikes and his screams as they landed.
He heard the way they trialled off as the hits kept coming. His voice hoarse and dry from the gag leaving him unable to scream. He could only let out pitiful little whines and whimpers.
After the eighth strike the tears started. They were soft at first gasping cries that made Shane's chest tighten and his cock twitch, after the fifteenth they turned into real heaving sobs that made Shane so hard he was almost dizzy with it. His vision was swimming and Shane wasn't sure if it was the lack of blood in his brain or the alcohol. Probably both.
“Just ten to go, bebe” Shane said proudly as he shifted on his feet to admire his handiwork. Ilya's ass was bright red in areas and purple in others, the red marks a deep maroon around their edges, Shane wanted to come on them. Could imagine it painting the marks and moaned softly as he stepped back to breath through the overwhelming arousal.
“Lets count shall we” Shane announced excitedly. He readjusted the belt in his hand and for a moment wished he'd thought to bring a cane or a paddle at the least. He wanted something with more weight. He wanted to give him more than these last ten. He bit down on his lip and brought the belt down as hard as he could across his left buttocks. Ilya flinched forward as it landed the stool moving just slightly with a sharp grating screech.
The air seemed to still as Shane looked down at the imperfect stool. As he looked down at his his husband who's pose had gone too far left. His shoulder was leaning too close to the floor, forehead now pushed to the cushions edge instead of his jaw and that wasn't right. It seemed Ilya knew it to.
The mans shoulders had stiffened his back tightening into a protective line. The silence was deafening and for a long moment no one moved. Neither of them even breathed. Shane smiled wickedly and moved around him to stand at his head. He nudged the stool back into place and crouched down at his head.
“You were doing so well sweetheart, going so strong” Shane whispered mockingly, smiling condescendingly down at him. Ilya sniffles his tear filled eyes slowly looking up at him head shaking and Shane grimaced in disgust. His nose wrinkled and he hummed.
“You know I have to punish you” Shane announced, it got him an immediate protest, Ilya whined loudly around the gag head shaking as he made pleading huffy noises not dissimilar to how a dog would beg to be let out to play. Shane sighed and stood.
“Not out here, I'll punish you in the bedroom. For now just take your lashes like a good boy and maybe I won't go so hard on you” Shane decided. He thought of their toys set in the trunk on the dresser. Thought about the cuffs still hooked to the headboard.
The rest of his lashes went without a hitch, Shane brought them down especially hard, alternating between cheeks and making sure they got that nice crimson red colour. Ilya tried so hard to be quiet, to hitch his screams into the cushion to muffle them but Shane heard every single one and he couldn't help the grin that split his face every time he slipped up and released it into the room.
The last lash was the hardest. Brought down right over his crack catching on his hole. Ilya's scream was guttural as he arched back, head thrown back shoulders clenching together as he cried out. He was up off the stool for a good couple of seconds hunched in on himself as he breathed through the pain. The sharp stinging pain that was tingling across his skin.
“Thats thirty” Shane said gleefully. Throwing the belt over the back of the chair and reaching for the glass of ice off to the side. It had melted considerably since they'd started which was exactly what Shane wanted. He reached into the glass and took an ice cube from the water and placed it against the best of Ilya's neck letting it drip down between his shoulder blades to the middle of his back before it rolled down his ribs to the floor. Ilya hissed through his gag checking a little on his drool as he squirmed.
Shane swilled the cup around letting the cubes clink in the glass before he held it up over his ass and began to pour it over his hole. Ilya's gasp was punched out of him. He didn't seem to know what to do, trying to stay good and still but wanting desperately to squirm away to pull out of his reach. It was a slight relief on his stricken warm skin and Shane knew how nice it could feel. Saw it in the way Ilya's cock twitched underneath him. Soft but hardening slowly purple at the tip.
He'd been hard when Shane had left him, a cock ring left tight around his balls. Laving him had been a discussed idea and agreed upon by both parties at an early date but never confirmed for this scene. So when Shane had stood from the chair and grabbed his stuff Ilya had made a questioning noise.
Shane had walked away to the confused pitiful whines of his husband trying to call him back, trying to get him to stay. He'd been gone for three hours. Shane knew that meant he wouldn't be leaving the man's side for at least thirty hours to come.
Shane ran the ice cube down his spine over his bright red buttocks before he pressed it to his hole. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above it, blowing cold air along his rim where the ice cube was pressing inside.
“So pretty, if I were an artist I'd have a gallery dedicated to pictures of just your ass like this, red with my marks and painted with my cum” Shane murmured sweetly against his skin, less for Ilya and more for himself. He licked up the water on his hole pressing his tongue into into. He was right against him, tighter from the cold.
Shane persisted though, he circled his tongue around his hole making sweeping licks across it before dipping in and then pulling back. Slowly Ilya began to relax his clenched hole as he began to moan breathlessly. He melted into the position once again, his back arching dramatically as he pushed back against Shane's face.
Shane speared his tongue and began to dive in, fucking him quickly and purposefully on it. He fluttered it against his hole targeting his prostate whenever he dove in. He could feel him clenching down on his tongue, felt the shift in his hips tilting them down so Shane had an easier time getting to his prostate. Knew he was getting close and Shane speed up, worked at it harder and as he heard the telltale warning gasp he pulled back his hand came down hard against Ilya's left butt cheek as he licked at his wet lips. Ilya whined loudly, foot tapping hard against the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. His hiccuping gasps loud in the otherwise silent room.
Shane pressed his ankles down into the tiled floor stopping his thumping foot. He was like a rabbit he thought. Or an angry little bunny. He withered a moment before slumping down and Shane grinned as he saw the fight leave him once again. Shane leaned up over him pressing his back to Ilya's bound arms head ticking into his shoulder his lips dragging across his fevered skin.
“Oh Cheri you didn't think it would be that easy did you?” Shane whispered into his ear. Ilya's whine was soft and he knew if he could he'd be pleading for release, apologising through gasping cries, his desperate baby boy would pull out his best tricks. Except all he could do was blabber wetly into the stools cushioning his pleading unintelligible ramblings. Shane nodded along anyway, watching him with awe-filled eyes.
“Get up Ilya” Shane ordered as he pulled back shifting to stand up himself and dust off his suit trousers. He moved to pick up the glass of ice off the floor and set it on the side table. He collapsed into the chair and waited. It took him a minute but eventually Ilya shifted his core tightening as he raised to a kneeling position his shoulders arched back his chin resting against his chest, when his thighs met his calves he whimpered and sniffed. That's where he stayed for a long minute and Shane was seconds away from correcting him. To order him to stand.
Ilya slowly shifted onto his ass crying out as he brought his legs around him before he pushed himself up to stand, it was an impressive display of core strength and flexibility. Shane couldn't help but reach down and grip himself through his trousers. He'd been so hard for so long that a simple bit of friction made his hips twitch up into his palm. It seemed to catch Ilya's attention, his eyes widening slightly as he watched before he averted his eyes down to the floor.
“Into the bedroom, stand at the foot of the bed” Shane ordered, motioning off to the master suite opposite them. Ilya looked at it and then down at his legs, they weren't as tightly bound as his arms but there was still silk keeping them close together. Shane saw for the briefest of moments a fire in his eyes, a will to fight. Shane reached for the belt and it died. He looked over at the room and began to waddle slowly over to it. Legs shifting slowly and uncertainly.
Shane reached down and pulled down the zip of his fly, he pulled his cock free of his boxers and began to stroke, up to the top catching the precum beading at the head before down and twisting at the base before he repeated. He was slow with it, teasing but relaxed. He wanted to come but he wanted to be in his husband when he did so.
He watched as Ilya moved, saw him gripping his clicker tight in his palm and Shane wondered if he was going to tap out. For a second he wasn't Shane the master, he was just Shane Ilya's husband and he shifted to stand ready to catch him if he did.
He didn't and the moment passed. Ilya disappeared into the bedroom and Shane forced his hand off his cock to reach down and yank off his shoes. He tore off his trousers a second later and then his shirt leaving them unfolded in a heap on the chair. He was hanging on by a thread and he didn't know how long he was gonna last.
He followed into the room and just as instructed Ilya stood at the head waiting for his next order.
“Fold, I wasn't you to bring your arms in front of yourself” Shane said sternly as he moved past Ilya brushing his fingers across the small of his back as he moved to the dresser to retrieve the toy he'd been dreaming up earlier. Slowly Ilya bent down his arms sliding down his legs before he stepped slowly over them, his nose was almost pressed to his thighs, back two years ago Ilya could barely get as far as half way down but Shane had forced him to do so much yoga and core exercises.
“Lean over the bed arms up to the pillows” Shane ordered as he stepped up to the head of the bed and freed the handcuffs from behind the head board, Ilya froze a second as he eyed them before he did as told and didn't over the bed. His chest pressed to the quilt, arms stretched to the headboard. Shane had prepared for this, he'd slipped a d ring between the silk and now he clipped it to the handcuffs with a satisfying click.
“This is your favourite toy, aren't I so generous" Shane murmured as he stepped up behind Ilya and uncapped the lube. He drizzled a small amount onto his crack before massaging it in with his finger. He threw the lube somewhere off to the side before he pressed his fingers into his rim. He didn't start off slow. He thrust the two dinged into the last knuckle targeting his prostate on the first thrust and Ilya yelled out leg bucking up as he gasped. Shane pressed himself against him to keep him still as he began a rough pace stretching him quickly and without much care to how well he did it.
He targeted Ilya's prostate every thrust, kept it pressed under his fingers at entry and curled his finger every retreat. It didn't take him long to start clenching around him, his moans rising in pitch till they were gasping squeaks. When sahen saw the signs of orgasm approaching he pulled out and wiped his fingers off on the bed, he gave Ilya a moment as he rubbed the lube from his hole onto the toys head. He massaged it between his fingers.
When he was sure Ilya wasn't going to come he pressed the toy swiftly into his hole and stepped back. There was another chair right in front of the bed, positioned so when Shane took a step back he easily collapsed onto his sticky leather surface. He reached for the remote and pressed it on. The hum of the vibrator filled the room punching a scream from Ilya's lips. He shifted on the bed grinding down as well as he could to try and get any sort of friction on his cock.
Shane frowned and reached over, slapping his ass as hard as he could. A small warning and instantly Ilya stilled mewling apologetically.
Shane's hand still sticky with lube reached down and took his own hard cock in hand. He took the moment to just admire his work. The marks had bloomed into purplish bruises and deepened into crimson marks. They were perfectly arranged and Shane wanted to take a picture. He wanted to pull Ilya up and guide him in front of the mirror to admire them too. Sadly Ilya was a little too far gone for that.
“Arent you sweetheart?” Shane asked breathlessly as he fucked up into his palm. “Hmm? Just pain drunk and pleasure happy, all brainless”
Shane moaned head tilting back to blink up at the ceiling as he felt his own orgasm swiftly approaching but he was quick to rip his hand off himself before he could and with that shaking hand he reached down and grabbed the remote for the vibe and turned it off. The soft hum dying. Ilya hiccuped a breath and pushed his face into the bed as he shook.
“Oh you're shaking, were you close? Do you want to cum?” Shane asked moving around the bed, he yanked the gags buckle and pulled it free slipping it out of Ilya's mouth. The man swallowed thickly and turned to him nodding eagerly.
Shane copied the motion mockingly “uh uh yeah? What sweetheart? What do you want? If you want something you have to ask”Shane reminded reaching down to flick him on the ass and Ilya grunted which cut off into a cough as he turned into the bed.
“Please’ he chocked. His voice hoarse from the lack of use and from being so dry.
“Please what?” Shane asked as he moved back around the bed, hand resting on his ass. Both a threat and a promise.
“Please Shane, please I want to cum, I need it, I've been good, I was patient, I stayed still, please” Ilya pleaded his voice raspy and low and Shane could say he didn't hear every second word. Shane hummed considering it for a moment as he fiddled with the remote.
“Do you deserve it though?” Shane asked rhetorically. Ilya nodded into the sheets and Shane's grin turned wicked. Oh he didn't realise it was a trap,
“Yes, please. I was good” Ilya said with a small hint of pride in his tone and Shane brought his hand down hard on his ass cheek as he turned the vibrator back on. Ilya broke off into a cry as he shifted.
“And who are you to decide that” Shane hissed as he brought his hand down on the other side. He turned the vibrstor up a speed. brought his hand down on the other cheek. “Who are you to tell me what to do”
He brought his hand down hard. Turned it up. Repeated. Repeated it again. Till he was sobbing. Till he was shaking all over. Shoulders hunched in and his face pressed deep into the covers as though he could hide from Shane's wrath. He pulled one cheek back and so at into his hand before he brought his hand down hard into his hole. Onto the toy buried inside and pressed up against his prostate.
That was all it took. Ilya fell over the edge with a scream, coming dry due to the cock ring still tight around his balls. Shane grinned as he watched Ilya tremble and shake violently through it. It lasted minutes and he didn't stop begging for it to end, for Shane to turn off the viibrstor.
“Please, no stop, stop it, turn it off, off, off,” he kept repeating. Like it could convince Shane when his mind was already made up. After a minute he deflated relaxing against the sheets but instead of begging he was now just whining, babbling against the covers as the vibrator kept abusing his prostate.
Shane grabbed the lube and drizzled some onto his fingers before he began to stroke himself. He pulled off before he got too close and thrust them in along side the toy in Ilya's ass. He massaged the walls of his hole spreading his fingers and pulling at his rim. When his moans began to pick up again Shane pressed a third in and began to twist them. When he started thrusting back against him Shane didn't correct his bad behaviour he just thrust in a forth besides them.
“Shane, I can't come again” Ilya whimpered pathetically.
“You will” Shane promised as he pressed the toy into his prostate and began to stroke it in a wave-like pattern. Shane was so close he knew he wouldn't last even a second inside of his lovers ass so he needed to get him almost there. He needed to get him to the edge so when he thrust inside it would be instantaneous. So he picked up the pace hammering his fingers into the toy, thrusting it along his prostate and into his walls.
Ilya's moans picked up into gasping hiccups. Shane felt him squeezing down around him and he knew he was close. He could see him trembling, saw the quiver of his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out and slid inside, tugging him to slam his hips into Ilya's bruises and battered ass. Shane's pace was brutal. Desperate as he chased hi sownrelesse in his husband's ass. He could feel the vibrations running through his veins tickling up his space settling into his chest.
“Shane” Ilya gasped. It was just another sound in shanes ringing ears though as he fucked him hard into the mattress, thrusting down into him with so much force the hesbpsrd rocked loudly into the wall. Shane's hand tightened around his waist as he leaned forward and pressed desperate kisses to his back, lips sealing around the space where his neck met his shoulder before his teeth nipped at the skin.
Then they were clenching down into the skin as Shane's vision whites out. Ilya was cumming. Hole clenching rhythmically around him and Shane couldn't stop but fall after him. His release shooting rope after rope inside him, coating him thoroughly.
It took a minute to come back to himself but when he did Shane heard the sad pitiful cries beneath him. A soft click echoed, then echoed again.
Then again.
Shane pulled out slowly and reached up, unlocking the cuffs and tugging the quick release on his binds. He flipped Ilya over onto his back grimacing at the yelp he received as he landed on his bruised butt.
Shane shushed him as he bundled him up into his arms. He pressed Ilya's face to his shoulder as he reached for a water bottle and uncapped it quickly. He pressed the nozzle to his husband's mouth and squeezed some in. Tilting his head back so he'd swallow it. He turned the vibrator off as he reached down to pull it free, flinging it into the room at large. He could care less where it landed when Ilya needed him.
“What do you need” shane whispered and Ilya blinked at him, eyes glassy and big. He reached a trembling hand for him and pulled him close. Shane held him back, tangling their legs together on the covers, he pressed soft affectionate kisses to his forehead and tear stained cheek. To his lips and nose. Whispered soft nothings into his skin as he swayed them gently back and forth.
“Thank you” Ilya whispered after a long moment.
“You don't have to thank me, I'm happy to do anything for you” Shane admitted fondly. He'd carve out his own heart and hand it to him if he asked. He'd lay on hot ash so his husband could walk across him.
Ilya pulled back and smiled easily and Shane's breath knocked out of him. Even pleasure drunk and tear streaked and drool sodden he was the most beautiful thing in the world to Shane.
“Kiss?” Ilya asked and shane smiled and pressed a soft lingering kiss to his lips.