Dom aftercare for Ilya !!!! I want to talk about it!! He doesnât 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. Itâs a heady rush itâs 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 itâs 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 âplease Ilya please pleaseâ 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 Ilyaâs lap, mouth around his cock. How he becomes Ilyaâs, to make feel- Ilyaâs 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 âI need you I need youâ and thatâs a lot to come down from sometimes, to see the marks heâs 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 itâs too much of a head rush and he sees a mark on Shaneâs 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 heâs been selfish in his taking, that heâs wanted to consume Shane too much and heâs took instead of giving. He thinks of Vegas and using Shaneâs body and then not giving it back to him right, how horribly heâd like like a selfish man, like his father. But Shane, Shane knows how to look after his love too, Shane fits himself to Ilyaâs 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 Ilyaâs eye lids and fingertips and calls him baby, smooths his hand through his hair with heavy arms and says âso good you are so goodâ when he canât speak he holds his hand tight in his own, presses his face into his chest, breaths with him, doesnât let Ilya pull back from him not even an inch. Shane washes Ilyaâs 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 wonât 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.
