Ilya standing in front of Shane at the edge of the bed, Shane looking up at him through his lashes. He wasn’t trying to be cute, Ilya didn’t think Shane had ever in his life tried to be cute. But he was adorable. Brown eyes so warm and wanting, freckled cheeks and his lips - pouty, perfectly plump and wet. He couldn’t stop licking his lips as he watched Ilya.
Ilya was still dressed, in contrast to the naked body in front of him. He had undone his fly and pulled his pants down just enough to to pull out his cock and stroke it slowly, close enough to Shane’s mouth for him to spit on it but far enough he couldn’t take him into his mouth.
He was not allowed to touch tonight.
Ilya wanted to tease him, play with him. Well, Shane had wanted him to. He might not have asked directly, but Ilya had come to understand his desires and how to read what Shane couldn’t say.
“I like when you are in control, and I have to listen to you…”
“You want me to tell you what to do?”
“Do you want me to be nice to you?”
And so, Shane was completely nude, hands under his thighs, sitting on the edge of the bed watching Ilya playfully lift his shirt up, exposing his abs and the sculpted divot leading from his waist to his cock. Shane felt like drooling, watching him stroke himself slowly, dragging his finger over the head of his length and coating it with the spit he had donated earlier. He wanted it in his mouth, he wanted to taste him. He wanted to be full of him.
Ilya paused his stroking to remove his shirt and pants, and grabbed himself again, this time pressing the tip of his penis onto Shane’s lips. So perfect and soft, so inviting.
“Keep your mouth closed.”
Shane nodded, kissing gently but not devouring the way he wanted. He looked up at Ilya with so much adoration he felt sick. Ilya was beautiful, his cock was beautiful, the salty taste was so familiar and it drove Shane crazy that this was all his. That he could suck this dick. Get fucked by this man. He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling back a little, dizzy at the thought of everything he wanted Ilya to do to him, and his tongue slipped out between his lips,
Ilya hissed and pulled back. Used his free hand to grab Shane’s jaw and squeeze tight so his lips were scrunched up and so, so adorable. So -
“Greedy.” Ilya tried his best to bite his cheek and keep a stern face. Shane was supposed to be listening.
“I’m going to give you what you want. You just have to be good and listen. Ok?”
Shane’s eyes were welling up now, a little embarrassed but so turned on, his own dick twitching as he nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Okay. I will listen.”
“Good. Lie back. And keep your hands under you.”
Ilya freed his hand from Shane’s jaw and allowed him to scooch back on the bed, tucking his hands obediently beneath his back. Fully exposed.
Ilya grabbed Shane’s legs and pushed them up to his chest. Sank to his knees and licked a long stripe against Shane’s hole, pleased with the pulsation against his tongue.
Shane bit his lip in an effort to mute the moan escaping his throat.
Ilya ran his hands down Shane’s thighs, massaging and squeezing the muscle as he playfully pressed his tongue in and out. When Shane’s stomach began to shudder from anticipation, and the fabric on the bed was being pulled enough to scrunch up underneath him, Ilya finally swirled his tongue around Shane’s entrance, kissing and sucking and prodding in and -
Shane’s hand flew to Ilya’s hair and grabbed hard. He couldn’t help himself.
Ilya shot his hand up to Shane’s wrist, which fell limp immediately in the realization of his mistake.
He pulled his mouth off and looked at Shane, tutting his teeth.
Shane squirmed under his gaze.
He was beginning to pant in anxiety. Ilya stood, hand still gripping Shane’s wrist, and kneeled into the bed, knees touching the outside of Shane’s hips. His cock was just grazing Shane’s own, joining a string of precum between them. Shane twitched against him, tried to pull his hand back, but Ilya held firm.
He leaned down, bringing his mouth to Shane’s, and licked long and slow from the corner of his mouth to his ear.
He shifted his hips back a little, guiding his cock to line up with Shane’s hole.
Shane’s eyes were pinched closed, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth.
Ilya pressed in, ever so lightly.
“You think you even deserve my cock?”
“No. You don’t. You’re lucky you are so pretty. I want to fuck you anyways. Even if you are a greedy little brat. That’s what you are right?”
Ilya tugged rough at Shane’s earlobe, licked the skin under it and sank his teeth in.
Shane’s whimper sounded like he was about to cry. His dick was twitching so much against Ilya’s stomach, making a leaky mess.
Ilya pushed in more, felt Shane trying to relax around the head of his cock.
“Tell me how much of a bad boy you are.”
Shane uttered a shaky breath,
Ilya pulled away, hovering just outside of Shane.
“Fuck. I’m such a bad boy. Please Ilya.”
Pleased, Ilya laid a quick peck on Shane’s temple,
He raised Shane’s arm above his head, and took his other arm from beneath him to meet it, pinning them into the mattress.
Shane was staring into Ilya’s eyes, and he held his stare the entire time that Ilya eased into him. Even as his jaw fell slack and the breath in his throat hitched, he looked right at Ilya.
Ilya was all the way inside of him, dick encompassed by the tight hot muscle squeezing and clenching. They had done some foreplay with a plug beforehand, so he was just able to slide in, but he could feel it was a stretch for Shane.
He began to move his hips in and out.
“So fucking good for my dick.”
Shane’s legs wrapped around Ilya, digging his heels into his back, keep him close so his own cock could rub against Ilya’s skin. He was melting into a blubbering mess of whines and quick breaths, wrists flexing under Ilya’s grip.
Ilya moved his lips to Shane’s, dragging him into a sloppy kiss of lips, spit, teeth, and tongue. Tasting everything he could, stealing the moans and whimpers from Shane for himself. They were ricocheting around his head, travelling down his throat into the pit of his stomach.
Shane kissed back with an equal voracity, trying to claim any touch from Ilya he could. He wanted so badly to grab his curls, scratch his back, knead or maybe even smack his ass, but he was pinned, at the mercy of the man inside of him.
Their kissing became simply breathing into each others mouths, quick pants and grunts that accelerated once Ilya found Shane’s prostate and began ramming into it. Shane’s legs were shaking, sweat forming on his forehead, so close. Ilya just knew.
“Come for me. You wanted to be greedy? Take it. Come on my dick - now.
Ilya kissed Shane again, humming as he pounded his hips into Shane, emboldened by the squeeze enveloping his entire body, and pulled back just in time to watch Shane cry out and scrunch his brows together as he came on his stomach.
He let go of his hands, and leaned into his elbows on either side of Shane’s head, keeping his rhythm and driving into Shane in search of his own climax.
Tears were sliding down Shane’s cheeks as he moved his hands into Ilya’s hair, resting them in the soft curls he had been dying to touch all night.
And that did it for Ilya. Being held, being needed, being touched so tenderly by sweet, desperate Shane, Ilya shook as he pumped his orgasm into Shane and collapsed on to him.
They stayed silent for a few beats, just moving with each others breaths.
Shane’s voice was quiet, cooing as his fingered Ilya’s curls.
Ilya took a deep inhale of the fresh musk of Shane’s neck.
Shane chuckled and lifted Ilya’s Chin to face him with one hand.
“Sorry,” He said with a huge cocky grin. “Next time you’ll have to tie me up better.”
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