Get Shane Hollander High- This is an addition to my original drabble on intox!hollanov- you can find the original post here!
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Once Shane becomes more familiar with the sensation that comes with getting high, he and Ilya decide to experiment. Shane is nothing if not careful and precise, especially when handling weed- and Ilya, with as much love as possible, finds it to be another endearingly boring aspect of him. So they make a deal- have a long talk about what each of them are comfortable with and Shane confides how much he likes giving up control, even in this sense. (Ilya already knew this but he finds it adorable- and hot- that Shane trusts him enough to admit this) So, one night in between seasons, Shane and Ilya return to the patio. Earlier, Shane melted an edible into his tea (Boring people weed, as Ilya called it), so he was already a little heavy on his feet, a little looser. They sit down on the patio, cuddled together on the couch as Ilya lights the joint. He takes the first long drag and exhales smoke away from Shane's face (What? He's still a gentleman, cmon) before leaning down and murmuring roughly, "You will take everything I give you, yes? Let me make you feel good." He starts kissing and mouthing at Shane's neck and when Shane hums and smiles sweetly, leaning into his touch, Ilya presses the joint to his lips. "Inhale."
Shane's breath hitches but he obediently inhales the smoke greedily, holding it in his mouth. Ilya revels in how Shane holds the smoke, tears pricking at his eyes while he waits for permission. Ilya nods slightly before nipping at his ear and whispering "Exhale."
Shane, ever so obedient, exhales the smoke with a light cough, nuzzling into Ilya's side. He lets the high sink over him, the familiar feeling of his mind floating away, his limbs getting heavier. Ilya smiles as he watches Shane's eyes glaze over, and he takes another long drag himself. They go pull for pull until the joint is a small nub, and Shane is a puddle against the couch. He's giggly, smiley, dazed- a rare sight for Ilya besides after particularly rewarding nights. Ilya is hardly any better, just more conscious of the fact that he's taking care of Shane- that Shane is reliant on him. It gives him a blood rush, knowing how pliant and trusting Shane is. The end of the joint is long forgotten as Ilya slides Shane closer, running his hands along his back underneath his shirt. Shane grins and kisses Ilya's neck, eliciting a groan from him. Eager as ever, Shane's free hand hastily slides down to palm at the front of Ilya's shorts where he was already straining against the fabric. Ilya captures his mouth in a rough kiss, tasting of smoke and the remnants of Shane's tea. Shane feels a surge of need fill him and he suddenly needs Ilya now. Shane paws at his shorts and Ilya lets out a strangled Russian curse and he tugs Shane into his lap. "Cmere solnyshko, I know, I know I'm gonna give it to you, ok?"
Shane lets out a small incoherent whine, still desperately tugging at him. His head swims with one thought: Ilya, Ilya, Ilya, Ilya, Ilya. he stands which goes less than ideally- the world tilts on its axis and Shane crumples to the patio floor, feeling the soft rug beneath his knees. Ilya gently tilts his head up, concern obvious through the haze of the high. Whatever, he thinks- it puts him in prime position anyways. Shane mouths at Ilya's thighs, drooling over his shorts as he stares up at him expectantly, as if to prove how good he is. Ilya curses softly and pulls him back up into his lap, ignoring the incoherent protests and whines Shane emits. Shane finally gets his thoughts in order enough to mumble against Ilya's chest, "need you, o'ly you, please, Illy, 'anna feel you, need you in..hafta feel...please.." and Ilya's heart melts. He peppers Shane's face with kisses, gently picking him up and carrying him upstairs (swaying and stumbling here and there but WHO'S TO SAY.) They have slow, lazy sex but it becomes a religious experience for both of them- Shane has never felt so much and nothing all at once, brightly aware of every touch, movement, or sensation while also being so empty headed he can't do anything but give in to it. For Ilya, Shane has never been this responsive in his life- a barrier of shame always keeping him from being unabashed and loud- but now? Now he's practically screaming- wailing and dragging his nails into Ilya, pleading for more, more, more. And fuck, Shane's tight- practically sucking him back in.
Needless to say, they both don't last long. They both collapse on the bed, still pulling each other close even in the aftershocks. They fall asleep like that, sweaty and covered in each other's cum and spit- listening to the crickets that hum outside the cottage.
