i know there's a lot of fics where shane and ilya switch and it's all very emotional and devastating but i think they should have a stupid fucking time.
like they made a really dumb bet while competing and ilya really didn't think he'd lose and honestly shane also didn't think he'd win lowkey but like, hey, a bet's a bet, alright? so now they're trying to be so serious but they can't stop laughing at each other and chirping. shane follows ilya into the shower and gives wayyy too many douching instructions and ilya is like hollander i know you are internationally ranked gay bottom but i can clean my own asshole and shane is like well first of all i'm not internationally ranked and ilya goes no? but what about our honeymoon, and all those times in america, they do not count as international? and shane says okay maybe shut the fuck up. i have the experience here okay, just do what i'm telling you! and ilya says yes bottom coach, right away bottom coach, and they have to slightly delay the fucking process again because it caught shane off guard enough that he almost slipped a little bit because he was laughing too hard and lost his balance.
and finally they GET out of the fucking shower and ilya is laying on the bed on top of his towel and shane is like well? are you not going to make this easy on me? because his legs are crossed over at the ankle and ilya gasps dramatically, hand to his chest. i cannot believe this, shane. you think i'm easy? i should be spreading my legs for you whenever i see you? and shane who absolutely does kind of do that is like okay you asshole i am going to make you regret that so once again they just end up wrestling on the bed (sturdy enough to take this kind of roughhousing, because their first one hadn't survived it) and shane is kind of humping his dick at ilya's hip from where he's ended up pinned under him and then when ilya arches an eyebrow at him he's all OKAY YES i GOT IT and rolls over to grab the lube. ilya takes advantage to grope his ass and shane is half arching his back before he ends up swatting his side because the bet, come on. and shane is finally fingering ilya but ilya is kind of backseat driving the topping and shane is like. ilya do you want me to fuck you or not because i swear to GOD and ilya goes okay, okay, don't blame me! i am the top expert, yes? i have the fucking experience, i can be your dick coach here! and they're both trying not to laugh again at fucking dick coach and shane has notched the tip of his dick in and only sunk in a little when the though hits him and he goes, out loud, ilya goddamnit i'm going to be thinking of this when we see coach wiebe tomorrow! and ilya laughs so fucking hard that shane slaps at his side again, ilya don't laugh! i just got you to loosen up for me! and ilya says oh i'm sorry is my tight ass too much for you to handle? and shane comes too soon but he ends up blowing ilya and rimming him after because after ilya's come he tries to pull away and ilya slings a leg over him and says where do you think you're going, hmm? clean up your mess.
anyway the next day neither of them can look at wiebe and spend twenty minutes giggling stupidly in practice
free use shane is amazing, but I feel like we as a fandom are overseeing free use ilya.
free use ilya that, when shane proposes it, in the convoluted way he invents and proposes every kink in the book out of his beautiful mind, ilya thinks it will be the easiest day of his existence. he always wants shane. he wants shane when he's awake, when he's sleeping, when he's eating. he'd throw the chicken parmesan to the fucking floor if shane says, in that sweet voice, I need you inside me I need you now.
free use ilya that sounds even a little bit condescending when he says yes of course I'll be like your dildo I'll be your toy you can fuck me as many times as you want, let's pick a day that we both are home.
but ilya, of course, ilya had forgotten how to the letter is shane, ilya had forgotten how fucking fast shane can bring himself off on ilya's cock, and the thing is—shane is fucking relentless. ilya wakes up already inside shane, and by the time shane is coming ilya is just starting to get there, but when shane is done he's done so it's not his problem ilya didn't come. no worries, shane will want him soon enough. and yes. soon enough he wants him, but he wants his fingers fingers gimme your fingers ilya and ilya. ilya fucking complies, and when he tries to finish himself off, after shane as finished for a second time almost breaking his fingers with how hard he was squeezing on him by the end, shane looks at ilya, almost disappointed. because, you know, dildos don't fucking come. at least not on their own.
so ilya pushes through, jaws almost hurting and balls definitely hurting but something hazy starts overtaking him, and maybe it's just that there is no more blood in his body apart from the one responsible to maintain his cock hard every time just a whiff of shane's scent comes close to him.
so the day is torture because the next time shane just sits on his face and comes like that and at this point ilya can't barely talk, he's soft and pliant and everything is beyond a veil of pleasure fog where only shane comes through, only his voice, you're doing it so good, you're being such a nice toy, I'm so lucky so lucky so lucky.
when shane finally sits down on his cock again it's like fucking into a furnace, ilya is so gone he just takes it while shane rides him in the sofa, not even bouncing, just grinding against him and letting his saliva fall into ilya's open mouth, tears pooling on the sides of his eyes. and he's not gonna make it, it's just impossible, he's going to come and shane will be disappointed because he did not make him one more time; shane pats at his cheek, not even hard, focus on me, babe, I'm almost there, you can do it, and he directs ilya's hand, first to his mouth to spit on it, and then to his cock so he can jerk him off while he grinds and grinds and grinds and finally, oh, fuck, he finally makes that sound that always precedes his orgasm, it's his fourth, ilya thinks, or maybe his fifth and ilya has had zero, nil, nada, and shane is calling him babe and saying now now now you can, now you're allowed and ilya just lets himself go, everything black and stars in the inside of his eyelids and everything that exists is only shane and the squeeze of his rim around ilya's cock, milking him dry, really really kissing him and bringing themselves down from the fucking clouds.
so good. he says and ilya fucking melts under him. my little toy, so good for me, filling me up only when i ask him to. and ilya is kind of smiling but the side of his cheeks are full of drying tears and he loves shane so much and he will never, never again underestimate his husband.
Don’t mind me. Just thinking about the first time Shane fingers Ilya. (If this is covered in the books I don’t remember so go with it. That’s an order) 18+
Not proof read.
In all their years exploring each other, it just never came up.
Years might be a stretch. More like snapshots of time, stolen greedily by hungry hands and mouths. Their hookups were always intense, sure, but time constraints didn’t exactly allow for much deviation.
They both knew what they liked- Ilya liked to fuck, Shane liked to get fucked. There was variation here and there, a pair of ill advised fuzzy handcuffs, some spanking and dirty talk and all those filthy little things. It just never really occurred to Ilya to switch up the formula too much.
But now?
Now they have time. Ilya is in Ottawa. Shane is in Montreal. Each meeting is still too brief, but longer than they’ve ever been used to.
It’s abrupt, the moment he chooses to bring it up. Post-orgasm haze, all sweat and heaving breath. He’s collapsed, full weight, onto Shane’s chest.
Open mouthed, lidded eyes, so disgustingly in love he thinks he might throw up. How this impossible thing is his- he can’t begin to fathom.
‘Shane.’
‘Yeah?’ Shane is just as breathless, still coming out of that fuzzy space he enters when Ilya fucks him hard and deep and fast.
‘I want you to finger me.’ Ilya says, matter of fact and with no hint of trepidation. Just hard earned confidence and ease.
‘You do?’
‘Yes. Would be hot.’
‘Have you ever-’
‘Not with anyone, no.’
There’s a momentary pause and Ilya can hear the gears turning in his boyfriend’s head, and the beginning of a thought spiral. He grabs Shane’s pec and gives it a squeeze- a playful, grounding gesture.
‘I have done it by myself. Was not very good, but I figure it would be different. With you.’ Ilya looks him in the eyes, then. Full of adoration so plain it’s etched across every line and divot in his face.
Shane is quiet, still processing- so Ilya continues.
‘Plus it seems so good for you. Always begging for it, uh?’ He grins, wolfish.
Shane’s hesitance is extremely short lived. He can’t help but smile, the statement too true to even teasingly refute.
Of course it would be different- it would be fucking hot. Insane, actually. Shane needs it immediately- needs to see Ilya experience that feeling.
The next night, they fall into bed and inevitably start making out, the hunger growing into something too big to contain.
Clothes fly off, and there’s a competition over who can get them in the laundry hamper across the room. It soon gets forgotten when every item is off and Shane is naked between Ilya’s strong, hairy thighs.
‘You still want this?’ Shane breathes into Ilya’s skin, inhaling the scent of him and getting dizzy on it.
Ilya bites his lip and nods, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a fond smile.
That smile is replaced by surprise as Shane’s large hands grope the underside of Ilya’s thighs and force them as far as they go towards his chest.
Ilya is nowhere near as flexible as Shane, so the stretch is a struggle, but nothing he can’t manage.
‘Oh..’ a choked gasp punches its way out of Ilya’s lungs as Shane licks a filthy, wet stripe over his hole.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting this to feel like, but he didn’t expect it to feel so… exposing. So intimate, and raw, and so fucking good. Is this what Shane felt every time?
Jesus.
Shane continues, fingers splayed and digging into Ilya’s flesh hard enough to bruise. Good- Ilya wants to remember this.
Torturous minutes pass as Shane works his tongue inside, and Ilya’s already panting.
‘So good for me, malchik, fuck..’
Shane pulls back a moment.
‘You like it?’ and fuck- he’s so earnest in his desire to know that he’s pleasing Ilya.
‘Fuck, yes. Your mouth, Moyà Lyubov…’
Shane re-centres himself and spits on Ilya’s hole and watches how it responds, transfixed and so fucking hard he can feel his pulse in his cock.
Ilya is just as hard, dick throbbing and jerking against his stomach untouched at the feeling of Shane’s saliva running down onto the bed, filthy and ruinous.
Shane reaches for the lube, thrown haphazardly on the side of the mattress, and squeezes a generous amount between his fingers.
‘Ready?’ He murmurs, lust bitten and eyes dark.
‘Yes, fuck. Want to feel you.’
Fingers begin circling the tightness, unyielding and showing the first sign that Ilya’s a little more nervous than he’s letting on.
‘Relax, Ilya, it’s okay.’ Shane comforts him, delicately brushing the pad of his finger over the muscle.
Ilya breathes in. Relaxes. His cock twitching and dribbling precum onto his happy trail. He may be going out of his mind.
The tip of Shane’s finger breaches, and Ilya freezes.
This feels really fucking weird. Intrusive and a little uncomfortable, and-
Oh.
Oh fuck.
There it is.
Shane presses his finger in all the way, curling it to nudge against Ilya’s prostate as he peppers gentle, barely-there kisses over the weeping head of Ilya’s cock.
Ilya’s skin is already vibrating. A deep, rumbling pleasure spreads from his gut, overtakes every limb in a warm flush that has him feeling electrified. Like the next touch might kill him.
‘Oh my god, Shane, fuck’ he rasps out.
And then he does something Shane has never experienced before, in all the years they’ve been fucking.
Ilya whimpers. High in his throat, like it was so involuntary he couldn’t stop it escaping.
His skin is flushed a deep red, and when Shane adds a second finger, he has to close his eyes so he doesn’t cum immediately.
God, Shane’s hands… his fingers are thick, and long, and so perfect. They’re so fucking deep inside him that Ilya feels like they’re in his fucking stomach.
This shouldn’t feel this revelatory, but Shane is rapidly melting Ilya into sweating mess. He looks utterly debauched- curls wild and matted to his forehead, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs and abs straining with the effort not to cum.
‘Fuck you’re so tight, so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot Ilya, love you so much.’ Shane rambles, pressing praises into Ilya’s skin with his lips.
Before he can even prepare, Shane takes Ilya’s cock in his mouth and all the way down his throat and fucking his fingers in and out of Ilya’s clenching hole in one movement.
Ilya nearly cries.
It’s so intense. The wet, suctioning heat of Shane’s perfect throat constricting his cock, the pads of Shane’s fingers brushing so deep inside him.
‘Fuck, fuck, Shane-‘ Ilya gasps, trying to warn his loving boyfriend, ‘-m’going to cum, you’re going to make me cum down your fucking throat, fuck’
A few more strokes and Ilya’s entire body is seizing up and he’s cumming in hot spurts over Shane’s tongue and gripping his fingers like a vice. The ecstasy almost tangible, like something he could reach out and grab, racks through his whole body like he’s been hit by a truck.
It’s so much longer than his usual orgasms, and by the time it subsides, Ilya’s vision has blacked out and Shane is cradling him in his arms. He doesn’t even remember Shane pulling out or coming back up to comfort him.
‘You okay?’ Shane asks into the shell of Ilya’s ear and kisses all over his face.
‘Mmf.’
Ilya’s eyes are closed and he’s trying his best to regulate his breathing and get all of his systems back online.
The first system is ‘being a little shit’.
‘Was ok. Your technique is clumsy.’ He grins, knowing full well that Shane knows he’s bullshitting. There’s no faking that much cum.
‘I guess you’ll have to teach me.’ Shane smiles dopily like a cartoon frog, all sweet and saccharine.
‘Mm. Yes, many many lessons for you to learn.’ Ilya jokes, before turning a little serious. ‘It was fucking crazy. Cant believe we did not do it before.’
‘Me too. But we’ve got time, now, right?’
‘Yes, time to work through your extensive list of sex things you want.’
‘I don’t have a list’
‘No? You don’t want me to sit on a cake for you? Tickle your balls with feathers?’
there's nothing hotter to me than thinking about ilya fucking shane so good and deep that shane literally can't even make a noise it feels THAT good. like his mouth is open but no sound is coming out his eyes are rolling in his head he's fucking drooling down his chin and his whole body is covered in goosebumps. and ilya's just GIVING it to him cooing at him all condescending and hot like "i know, i know, is so much for you, huh? i know, baby" and shane buries his face in the pillow and finally lets out a breathless noise that almost sounds like a sob. and ilya just pounds him harder, so fucking deep in his guts and holding him firm against the mattress and shane comes untouched because it's just so so so good.
Dom aftercare for Ilya !!!! I want to talk about it!! He doesn’t need it all the time, I think he and Shane have a pretty healthy dynamic but Sometimes it gets so overwhelming for him, how much he wants Shane. Like. Needs Shane. Needs Shane to be mailable and pretty and soft under his hands. How badly he needs to control their fuck and draw out of Shane everything he can. How badly he needs to see how Shane will drop to his knees for him, hold his mouth open for him, hold back orgasm after orgasm u til he has permission. It’s a heady rush it’s the most important thing in his life being the person that Shane goes safe and quiet and out of control for.
It it Ilyas biggest responsibility to take Shane safely to what he wants and it’s so har because he loses himself in shane too. How can he not. When Shane is a desperate pliant aching thing under him that chases his mouth and touches and says “please Ilya please please” his eager little thing that trusts Ilya to hurt him just right, fuck it all better, make it ache, make him need, take him out of his brain. Ilya would give anything else up to keep that forever, that sacred way Shane reaches for him, looks for him, cries for him. The way smart, gorgeous, talented accomplished Shane finds the centre of the universe with his head in Ilya’s lap, mouth around his cock. How he becomes Ilya’s, to make feel- Ilya’s to use and adore and protect. The way Shane gives him his submission and looks at Ilya like a god sometimes, all soft mouthed and blurry eyed and hiccuping breaths because “I need you I need you” and that’s a lot to come down from sometimes, to see the marks he’s left with his mouth and his hands on his chest and face and soft freckles cheeks and his ass. To see the way Shane shudders with it, and then strings cut total release, the way he bruises and aches and asks for harder and more and Ilya gives it, give gives gives because Shane and Ilya know what he needs. Sometimes it’s too much of a head rush and he sees a mark on Shane’s hip from his hands or Shane takes a few minutes longer to find the first word in his slow heavy mouth and it makes Ilya heart rate spike, makes him sorry just a little that he’s been selfish in his taking, that he’s wanted to consume Shane too much and he’s took instead of giving. He thinks of Vegas and using Shane’s body and then not giving it back to him right, how horribly he’d like like a selfish man, like his father. But Shane, Shane knows how to look after his love too, Shane fits himself to Ilya’s chest and breaths love you love you love you love you even if the words are a bit slurred. He drags Ilya hand to the parts of him that ache most and he says thank you thank you thank you. He kisses Ilya’s eye lids and fingertips and calls him baby, smooths his hand through his hair with heavy arms and says “so good you are so good” when he can’t speak he holds his hand tight in his own, presses his face into his chest, breaths with him, doesn’t let Ilya pull back from him not even an inch. Shane washes Ilya’s hair in the shower and his body and his legs and kneels to wash his actual feet, kisses his knees and tells him no one makes him feel like he does. That Ilya is his home and his safety and loves him so well. He makes Ilya takes sips of the Gatorade he gets for Shane and frowns at him when he won’t share, lets Ilya inspect his body, his skin for marks and his soft puffy hole, lets him touch and feel him and listen to Shane tell him how much he enjoyed it.
i think part of why the book canon of shane hooking up with two other people works for me is thinking about how disappointing it must’ve all been. he probably goes into it feeling almost optimistic. like okay, enough time has passed. maybe ilya is out of my system. maybe this is just a body problem. an itch i can scratch with a little friction and somebody else’s mouth. and then of course the awful part is that it does feel good, just not in the right way. he spends the entire time feeling the lack. their hands on him but in all the wrong places. they don’t pin him down and kiss him on the backs of his knees or behind his ears, everywhere, all over. he spends the whole time missing the exact kind of attention ilya pays to him that has ruined him for sex with other people forever. the devotion. and by the end the real disappointment isn’t even that these other guys can’t compare. it’s that shane, on some level, already knew they wouldn’t. the worst part is that i don’t think shane is even being fair about it. these guys are probably attractive, probably competent, probably doing everything right. and it still doesn’t matter, because what he wants isn’t “good.” he wants that terrible, microscopic feeling of ilya seeing right through him. how he takes every horrible, dirty thought shane has ever had and makes it into something good and permissible. not only something he’s allowed to want but something he deserves to have. of course nobody else can compete with that. ilya taught shane’s body to answer to him specifically. how could anyone else possibly keep up.
also reblogging to add like. how crazy i think this makes shane about the sex they’re having in general. i think he would honestly become so obsessive and crazy about the fact that nothing else feels as good. only ilya can get so deep. only ilya can make him come hands free. only ilya can tell him what to do and make him actually want to do it. do you know how insane that could make a person. to believe there’s only one pair of hands and one dick and one mouth that can make you feel liquid and white noise down to your toenails. god
I've seen a lot of posts where Shane's a back scratcher (delicious, love it, Ilya has an incredibly scratchable back, you mark him up baby) but for your consideration: Shane's a gripper. Like the way he grips Ilya's hair? Gets his hand in there while getting railed, gets his hand in there during cuddles and emotional love confessions, gets his hand in there while getting blown to hold on and also to hold him down. Now imagine a scenario where he can't grip Ilya's hair without actually tearing it out, like say getting fucked against a wall. Because Shane needs to really hold on if he wants to move his hips there, he needs leverage. So he gets his hand on Ilya's shoulder and his fingers dig in and just grip tight. Which means when they're done Ilya doesn't have scratch marks so much as four perfect fingernail-shaped indents pressed deep into his skin, angry red with slight bruising around the edges. They hurt like hell and ilya's not a masochist, but wall fucking still becomes part of their routine. Ilya never tells Shane why and as long as it's their situationship era, Shane never sees the marks and how long they stick around. Once the spend summers at the cottage and Shane sees the damage, he apologizes because those are not like fun little love bites they're nasty wounds and Ilya can't really tell him in words why he loves them so much so he goes down on his knees and rims him until he's incoherent and then picks him up and fucks him against the wall and Shane comes so hard he digs both of his hands into Ilya's back. And they never talk about it again but wall fucks remain a staple of their sex life.
Ilya expressing to Shane at some point after they're married that during those two years he was chasing after that hole he was worried someone else would get there first and Shane just looks at him like ???? because the thought of letting anyone fuck him before Ilya never crossed his mind.
Not even because he didn't want anyone else (though, duh) but because it would have felt Wrong. Like he was taking something away from Ilya that already belonged to him. He tells Ilya this earnestly without considering how batshit insane it sounds and Ilya is hit with such a dizzying wave of arousal he almost passes out because What Do You Mean Your Hole Was Mine Before I Ever Fucked It?? And Shane just keeps looking at him weird because from his point of view, all he has done is state an obvious truth.
and i think ive said this before but OBVIOUSLY ilya gives shane one of those dildos modeled off his own dick (partly as a joke but also a little bit because he’s possessive) and sometimes when they’re together they suction cup it to the headboard so shane can get eiffel towered by two ilya cocks at once
I love you Shane Hollander who fantasizes about taking it from both ends but is too damn monogamous I love you Shane whose biggest jerk off fantasy since age 18 has been the idea of Two Ilyas taking him I love you Shane who will literally never tell Ilya this because he thinks Ilya would mock him for days I love you Shane who doesn’t realize it would actually make Ilya snarl and pull out every toy they have in the house just to see Shane get double stuffed
