Hc: Shane Hollander is under-stimulated.
Shane is incredibly picky about who gets to touch him and when. Usually the answer is nobody and not at all. Everyone assumes he's just touch averse.
The truth is, Shane is horribly conflicted. He hates that when most people touch him, his skin feels sore. He hates that he can't tolerate most hugs. He feels separate from his body and it makes him want to weep. Because deep down, where no one can see, Shane is desperate to be held, to be caged in firm hugs, to be caressed and kissed and driven wild. The crazy part is that Ilya doesn't know any of this, and yet still he gives Shane exactly what he needs. He kisses Shane with fervor, like he wants to devour him. His hands leave burning trails of desire as they map Shane's body. He grasps Shane's hair, pulls on it when he fucks deep into him. He closes his large palm around Shane's throat, squeezing gently. "Too much?" he asks, and Shane shakes his head. No, more, please. Moremoremore. Ilya chuckles like he can read Shane's mind. His thumb traces Shane's lips. "You want something in your mouth solnyshko?" Shane suckles on Ilya's thumb, feels the pattern of his fingerprint on his tongue.
"Want to come again?" Ilya asks, languidly pushing into him over and over again. Yes, he thinks. Please let me feel, I just want to feel. He nods, past the ability to form words. But Ilya knows already. "I know what you want malysh." He says, picking up the pace. Shane cries out around Ilya's fingers, he is so full, everywhere. He can't think, and he is, for once, consumed in sensation.
