gimmekiss

permanently residing in the bow of connor storrie’s upper lip ✩ 23 ✩ lesbian ✩ she/her

[bugslibraryy]

Shane is falling asleep.

Ilya is kissing him, his tongue in his mouth and he has three fingers inside him and there’s lube dripping down his wrist and Shane is falling sleep right against his mouth.

Ilya pulls back from the kisses and knocks their noses and watches Shane’s head bop heaving, leaning into Ilya’s cheek. “Sweetheart I told you you were too tired” Ilya mumbles- because he had, told him, when Shane had gotten out of the shower and climbed into Ilya’s lap and kissed him hot and shoved his hands into Ilya’s sweatpants. They’d had a long day, a late flight finally home after a swing of games and they were both exhausted and Shane had been half sleep on the drive home- but he’d fussed at Ilya with a pouty little frown and shook his head and said “but I wanna” in a low whisper and had rolled his hips forward into Ilya. And who was Ilya to say no to that ???.

So they did, and now Shane was nodding off before Ilya even got his cock inside him but Shane whines again and shakes his head against Ilya’s neck and grumbles and says “but I want you inside me” so honestly and sleepy voiced and Ilya is going to die.

“S ok baby just put it” Shane yawns heavily and lets out a sleepy little sound “just put it in it’ll be good” and Ilya giggles softly because Shane isn’t really making sense but he wants it and it makes Ilya’s stomach hot. He can’t help but want more. He rubs his hand over Shanes cheek and smooths his thumb over Ilya’s bottom lip. He keeps the slow press of his fingers in in in and stretching.

“You want my cock more then you wanna sleep?” Ilya asks and Shane sighs and nods and Ilya plays with his bottom lip, feeling his exhales. “Yeah” Ilya all but cooes and says “want me to fuck you to sleep?” Ilya asks, his voice soft and warm and kisses the side of Shane’s head and gives him soft silence to be honest in. He knows Shane will say no if he doesn’t want, but Ilya knows his boy and grins when Shane moans and thrusts back onto Ilya’s fingers.

“Yes?” Ilya asks and Shane hums and whines a little as being made to answer and nods, nods into Ilya’s neck and says “yes” cause he knows Ilya wants to hear him say it and then Ilya gets Shane onto his cock after more soft kisses and presses of his fingers, and with a slick of lube Shane is on him, under him on his tummy and Ilya of laid over him, kissing all over the side of his face.

Shane is nuzzling his face into the sheets and his hair is still damp from the shower and his cheeks are flushed and he keeps turning his head back to find Ilya’s face, his warmth, keeps reaching back to bull him down onto him. Mumbling about him being closer please.

They fuck like that, slow and hot and Shane is lovely and squirmy his breathing slow and deep and kissing Ilya back sleepy, lips delayed and sucking. It’s so cute Ilya wants to die. Shane is so happy and blissed and seems to content cosy and happy half napping almost with Ilya inside him, stretching him. It’s so hot.

Shane comes with a soft quiet happy sigh of “Ilya” head turned and lips pouted, a silent ask for kisses and Ilya licks into his mouth as he comes and bites at Shane’s soft closed lips after he pulls back, nuzzling his nose and lips all over his pretty face and he feels Shane’s breathing even out, slow heavy breaths and laying on him. Shane’s asleep before Ilya pulls out, heavy and warm and Ilya cleans him up, heart pounding full of affection as he climbs back into bed with Shane, shuffles him to wrap himself around the sleep soft boy and and shoves his face into the back of Shane’s neck and breaths in the smell of him. The smell of home. Ilya squeezes his sleepy heavy lovely muscular sweetheart Shane in his arms, his love his perfect fucking dream boy who will never have enough of Ilya, who wanted him so much he wanted him to fuck him to sleep. His horny little pervert freak soulmate. Ilya squeezes him again, kisses and kisses all over the back of his neck. Shane stirs a little and his hand finds Ilya’s on his stomach, mutters a “love you” and he’s back to sleep, tangled up in Ilya.

[hollanovscuckchair]

instagram posts shane and ilya make during their first year of marriage ranging from realistic to in my wildest fantasies. they are posting shit like this:

they're both posting photos from their wedding day ofc. shane's post is a photo of their intertwined fingers, wedding bands pressed together -- shane's on his left and ilya's on his right hand as is russian orthodox tradition. the caption simply reads "Я тебя люблю" and that's it. tasteful and respectful. ilya's post is several pictures and a little more... well, more. he's posting a photo of them kissing at the ceremony first, ilya's hands buried in shane's hair and holding him close, their mouths locked together in a kiss that was probably too intense for the crowd of guests. the second photo in ilya's post is the wedding band photo and then the third is shane and ilya stood between yuna and david. so first three images are good but it goes downhill from there. the fourth image is an obviously drunk shane photo taken on a smartphone 0.5 lense and his face flushed and a silly smile on his face. the fifth image in boodram doing a handstand in the foreground and ilya chugging a bottle of moet and chandon in the background. the sixth image is ilya with his arm slung around a very pissed off looking hayden pike who is staring off into the distance with a scowl on his face and red ears and ilya is obviously midsentence. the seventh picture is a blurry photo -- courtesy of sveta -- of ilya in shane's lap on the grass and tugging on shane's cheeks cooing about his freckles. the eigth photo is a photo of shane curled up on the patio beside anya and giving her a cuddle as he naps, flushed and rumpled and obviously wiped out cold. and the ninth photo is shane the next morning at their kitchen island with sunglasses on and a frown and his wedding tux still kinda half on his body and his hair a mess and a very obvious bruise the shape of a mouth peeking out from the collar of his shirt. his caption reads "second best player (shane hollander) and best player in the league (ilya rozanov) got gay married!"

the honeymoon photos are tame in comparison. ilya got a talking to from their agent about image and branding and what would be best moving forward given the scandal of their outting whatever whatever. people want some sort of wholesome straight relationship vibe from them and ilya is rolling his eyes because 'whatever the fuck that means' but he's posting some borderline saucy photos anyway. fuck it. he's on honeymoon and his husband is hot. so he's posting a series of photos at the end of the trip, waiting in the airport for their connecting flight. the first is shane shirtless on a lounge chair by the pool, glasses on, reading a book looking stupid hot in ilya's opinion. the second is a selfie of ilya in the pool with shane is the background, still reading, and ilya grinning wide in the foreground. the third is a selfie of the two of them from a hike they took around the island one day with the sunset behind them and the two of them sweaty and flushed from the exercise. the fourth is a mirror selfie, ilya stood behind shane holding the phone, an arm wrapped around shane's waist, his head tilted so he is kissing shane's cheek. they are dressed to go to the club and shane isn't looking at the camera but at ilya's reflection and he is smiling fondly and the internet is dying bc his shirt is mesh and they can see his nips. the fifth picture is a photo of a massive plate of breakfast food from the hotel buffet. the sixth picture is ilya lying face down in the pool pretending to be dead. the seventh picture is another mirror selfie with ilya in the foreground doing his best blue steel shirtless in a pair of low hanging sweats and shane is on the bed in the background, also shirtless and in sweats with his hair all rumpled and his mouth all swollen and he's got the room service menu in his lap and the phone to his ear ordering. that picture sends everyone into a tailspin bc it is obviously a post-fuck selfie. the eigth photo is a photo of ilya with a drag queen in an ibiza nightclub. the drag queen is flexing her biceps and so is ilya and ilya looks totally wasted and also totally chuffed. the ninth photo is a screenshot of a facetime call between shaneilya and anya back home. and the tenth and final image is shane asleep at the airport, headphones on, hair a mess, mouth open and obviously snoring as he sleeps on ilya's shoulder. the caption is "honeymoon with the hubby 🤵🏻🥵🏖️❤️‍🔥" and shane says "ew no don't call me hubby". shane posts about their honeymoon too. the selfie of them on their hike, a photo of ilya in the waves at the beach all shirtless and tanned and big smiles and glistening abs, and then a photo of ilya asleep in the airport with his neck stretched way too far back over the back of a chair waiting for their flight to ibiza. his caption simply says "honeymoon".

not a post by ilya or shane but one by the cens introducing shane. a photo of shane in a cens cap and tshirt looking serious down the barrell of the camera. caption reads "welcome three-time stanley cup winner, rookie of the year, 2time mvp, olympic silver medalist (etc etc...) shane hollander to the centaurs!" and ilya is commenting "you forgot cosmopolitan's sexiest man in the nhl 2016 and 2017" and a fan is replying "dude what?" and ilya is responding "i married hottest man in league. i will not let anyone diminish this acomplishment".

as the season goes on and things continue to be weird in the media re the idea that shane threw the last playoff series in ilya's favour ilya is posting the photo of their CCM shoot and writing in the caption "since the summer before" and everyone is freaking the fuck out over what that means but ilya says nothing until farah is making him edit the caption. he leaves the photo up but removes the caption. when people ask about it after games and what it means ilya is just shrugging and saying "i have known hollander long time, yes? that's all i am saying". it's his one little way of biting back at people accusing them of throwing games for one another without getting into the timeline of them.

shane, tired of people questioning 'why rozanov?' or implying the question 'why rozanov?' has taken to posting sporadic images of ilya being the man he loves. so there's a recording of ilya talking very seriously to anya as he prepares her a very elaborate dinner full of chicken livers and bone broth and organic freezedried beef and egg yolks etc. ilya talking to anya saying "is important that you grow big and strong and live for long time, дорогой". then there's a post of ilya sitting in the airport with luca asleep on one shoulder and young asleep on the other. there's a post of ilya sitting at the dinning table with david and doing a puzzle. there's a photo of ilya coming off the ice after scoring a hat trick -- professionally taken at the rink -- and he's grinning wide and his face is sweaty. there's a post of ilya at the farmer's market with yuna, holding her grocery bags as she holds organic soaps to his nose and makes him sniff them. there's a photo of ilya asleep on the couch with anya asleep on his chest. there's a photo of ilya playing mario kart with the pikelets and a post of him playing mario kart at the children's hospital. there's a post of ilya wearing a children's plastic crown and drinking imaginary tea out of a princess tiana tea cup with amber pike beside him and a crowd of bears surrounding them with tea cups set in front of them and tiaras on their heads. there's a post of ilya in ibiza doing shots with a drag queen and a man dressed in leather and a hot woman in a bikini. there's a post of ilya at the gym, towel around his shoulders, sweaty and flexing and grinning past the camera obviously at shane. over the course of their first year of marriage shane posts a dozen photos of ilya with no caption and no explanation. a silent protest against people suggesting ilya rozanov is not good enough for shane hollander.

yuna is posting a bunch of secret photos she took of hollanov over the years. the two of them by the firepit at her and david's cottage, sitting close together with ilya's thigh slung over shane's knee and their hands intertwined in shane's lap. a photo of shane and ilya conked out on the couch, shane beneath ilya, ilya with his head underneath shane's sweater and curled on top of shane. a video of shane and ilya chasing each other and wrestling in the grass at shane's cottage -- the audio a bunch of laughter and chirping and bleeping that yuna carefully edited in. a photo of ilya asleep on the hollander's couch in ottawa wrapped in a blanket and with his cheek squished and his hair messy. a photo of shane and ilya on the dock at the cottage, ilya has shane is a headlock and is giving him a noogie. a photo from shane and ilya's wedding of shane and ilya slow dancing and staring at each other looking stupid in love. a photo of shane and ilya with anya in the backyard playing fetch. a photo of shane smiling at his phone dopily with the caption 'the ilya is calling smile' and that one goes viral. she is simultaneously helping their 'wholesome' couple image that her and farah agreed would be the best pr strategy for her boys going forward -- mkaing them as sexless as possible really to avoid people's discomfort -- but also enjoying getting to post her boys.

boodram is posting photos from team bbqs and team gatherings and people are playing 'spot hollanov making out' with all the photos. the first time someone spots it is blurry. in the background of a photo of zane with his wife someone draws a circle around two figures pressed tight together by the firepit -- it's obviously shane in ilya's lap on the grass by the bonfire and they're clearly kissing. after that people start stalking all the cens photos for potential hollanov making out in the background. one time they think they've caught hollanov but its actually harris and troy. but they find plenty. a group photo of hazy with holmberg and young and haas at Monks and there's shane and ilya in the booth behind them kissing, shane's hand on ilya's face and hiding their mouths but they are obviously kissing. a photo of dillon and dykstra at a team pool party and shane and ilya are in the distance wrapped up in each other pressing their laughing faces together and clearly ignoring everything around them. after about three incidents of being caught making out in the background the cens start double checking their posts before uploading and making sure the husbands are okay with it if they can be seen in the background. sometimes they ask to be cropped out. other times they aren't bothered. usually whatever they are doing is pretty tame and only lasted about one or two seconds anyway. they are not PDAing to the extreme. when zane -- or one of the others -- get asked about the 'excessive' PDA of their captain and his husband they are saying "no, they are not excessive. not any more excessive than me and my missus. in fact, they are usually a lot more aware of how they behave in public than me and cassie ever were when we were newlyweds".

that's all i have for now i think :)

[koldefingre]

Jane Hollander x Calvin Klein

[ilyasmole]

hollanov shotgunning ficlet 🚬✨

they're laying in ilya's bed post-fuck, shane all cuddled into ilya's side warm and sticky and pliant....(they're falling in love but they don't know it yet).....and ilya begins his usual routine, reaches over to his nightstand and lights a cig. and shane cuddles in a little closer, wrinkling his nose with a groan, burying it in ilya's skin to avoid the cig smell. and ilya just chuckles and brings it to his mouth, takes a puff, ruffles shane's hair.

"i really just don't see the appeal," his voice is muffled against ilya's pec, "it smells, it makes your teeth yellow, it messes up your fingernails, it can give you lung c-"

"and it tastes so fucking good after sex," ilya interrupts, and shane watches as he holds the smoke in for a brief moment before expending it from the corner of his mouth, angled away from shane - polite.

"there's just no fucking way," shane turns his head a bit, "you're just addicted to it so it tastes good to you now."

"same difference," ilya takes another puff, smiling down at shane's frown, "you want to try?"

"a cigarette? are you joking?" shane sits up incredulously, brow furrowed, "no, i like being in peak athletic form, thank you very much."

ilya rolls his eyes, reaching over to tap the tip of his cig against the ash tray at his bedside, "one cigarette is not going to do anything, hollander," he says matter-of-factly, "and i am also in peak athletic form by the way, if you had not noticed."

shane scoffs, "that's what you think. who knows what your performance would be like if you weren't inhaling those death sticks every hour of every day."

"is not that much."

"coulda fooled me."

ilya raises an eyebrow, "hollander, you're not actually mad about this are you? i will not force you to smoke a cigarette. you are fine."

"i know," shane grumbles, beginning to ease off the bed, eyes searching for his underwear discarded somewhere on the floor, "i just think you're being stupid, that's all."

"oh, that's all?" sardonic as always, ilya takes another puff, this time not bothering to exhale in the opposite direction. smoke trails past his lips and hovers over the center of the bed between the two of them.

shane stares. "seriously, what's the appeal? what was ever the appeal, before you started?"

ilya shrugs, lips downturned, "i don't know. is what everyone was doing. my friends, my brother. just seemed like normal thing."

"how old were you? when you had your first one?"

"twelve."

shane blinks. once, twice. his brow furrows even more, which ilya didn't think was possible. "you were twelve years old when you started smoking," he states.

another shrug, "was normal."

"that's crazy, rozanov," shane is staring at the cigarette now, and ilya sees something in his eyes that he can't place. he looks focused and yet far away, like he's trying to reconcile something in his mind.

"why? because i was having fun while you were watching mickey mouse?"

"because you- your body should not be in the condition it's in if it's been over ten years since you started. that doesn't make any sense. i don't think i've ever even heard you cough." shane seems to be spiraling a little, and ilya's not really sure why.

"why does it matter?" he asks with another shrug, "i am healthy, so no big deal."

"but it won't always be that way," shane is still halfway off the bed, one leg next to ilya's under the sheets while the other rests naked on the edge, like he's not sure if he wants to get up or stay seated, "it'll catch up to you eventually, it always does."

another shrug, "then i will quit."

"just like that? easy?"

"easy."

shane shakes his head, a smile playing at his lips, "you're unbelievable."

"thank you," ilya grins and taps the cig again, "and the offer still stands."

"...offer?"

"if you want to try, just ask."

shane breathes out through his nose, part laugh part huff, and finally pulls himself out of the bed. ilya watches, cigarette in hand, as shane nakedly crosses the room to pick up his briefs.

"no shower?" ilya asks; it's not a tease.

"nah, i promised hayden i'd get dinner with him and some of the guys at four," shane tugs his underwear on, "and if we get a shower i'm gonna end up blowing you." ilya doesn't think he'll ever be over the nonchalance of shane hollander saying things like blowing you in his bedroom at three o'clock on a weekday. he twitches under the sheets.

"are you sure? can be quick."

shane laughs, grin wide and beautiful as he reaches for his t-shirt, "we can not be quick. you know that." and the crazy thing is, ilya does know that. because this has been going on for so long now that they just know these things. shane just knows he'll want to take his time with ilya's cock, he knows he'll be on his knees in the shower until his skin gets wrinkly and uncomfortable, he knows ilya will want to return the favor as soon as he's done.

ilya sniffs, the scent of smoke beginning to permeate throughout the room. he watches shane tug on his sweatpants. "tell hayden i said hi."

shane rolls his eyes, walking back over to the bed to grab his phone from the other nightstand. he unlocks it and skims his notifications briefly before stuffing it in his pocket and turning his attention back to ilya.

"two weeks?" he asks, a confirmation.

"two weeks," ilya echoes back with a nod, "c'mere."

shane flushes a little, ilya's favorite thing, and then he's kneeling on the bed to press a soft kiss to ilya's lips, eyelashes fanning gorgeously over his freckled cheeks. ilya kisses back with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, fingers tightening on the cig so it doesn't drop.

"you taste like smoke," shane mumbles against ilya's lips, but he doesn't pull away. instead he deepens the kiss a little, hand coming up to cup ilya's face tenderly.

"you like it," ilya murmurs, slipping his tongue into shane's mouth. shane groans a little, breath shaky, pulls away to peer down at ilya hazily. ilya nudges his nose against shane's, chasing his lips, "admit it."

"mmm..." shane's response is soft, light, thumb stroking the apple of ilya's cheek as they continue to kiss unhurriedly, like suddenly they have all the time in the world. ilya brings his hand up, cigarette still burning between his fingers, and holds it in front of his face, in front of shane's.

"you want to taste it, hollander?" he asks, voice low and hushed, "i won't tell."

shane's eyes are lidded and droopy, gaze falling to the cigarette growing smaller the longer he dawdles. he does seem to be thinking about it, and ilya figures he'll make the decision for him before he chickens out.

"come here," he murmurs, bringing the cig to his lips and his other hand to the back of shane's head. he cradles it, fingers scratching through shane's dark hair as he takes a slow puff. he uses his pinkie finger to tap shane's bottom lip.

shane doesn't move away, doesn't say no. instead, he closes his eyes and ilya watches as he opens his mouth. just enough to kiss. just enough for ilya to lean in and softly press their lips together. for him to carefully blow the exhaled smoke into shane's mouth. shane's eyelashes flutter, nose crinkling a bit - but he doesn't cough. he breathes slowly, precisely, like he somehow knows exactly what to do, inhaling obediently, taking it all into his throat and his athletic lungs.

"good?" ilya murmurs when he pulls away, and shane slowly opens his eyes. he's going to that place again, ilya can tell. that place ilya takes him so often. soft. docile. pliant.

"mhm," shane nods, blinking slowly. he's looking at ilya's lips.

"let's shower," ilya says softly, reaching behind him to press the remainder of the cigarette into the ashtray, dropping it from his fingers. he turns back to shane and strokes his cheek gently, thumbing his freckles, "hm? don't go yet." he's not usually this needy. or this obvious. but shane needs him now, they both know it.

"okay," shane mumbles, and a small tendril of smoke slips past his lips alongside the word.

"good boy."

[bugslibraryy]

I’ve tried to start this fic a few times and I hope one day I can get it right but I’ve been brewwwwwing on a fic set during the hook up we totally have no feelings !!! At all !! We are sooo casual !!! Years where Ilya takes a hit to the mouth- required sutures in his bottom lip/chin. He still messaged Shane about meeting up after so Shane assumes the hit wasn’t anything bad- Ilya hadn’t come back on after but it had been close to the end of time anyway.

Shane meets Ilya in the hotel room they’d booked- because they are in Boston- and he’s all what the fuck? Are you ok? When he walks in and Ilya bares his teeth at him at the best smile he can show and just says “kept all my teeth” and wiggles his brows at Shane and Shane is all - look we don’t have to (and he doesn’t really mean it- he’s been thinking about it for weeks, the match circled in his mind in bright red marker- purely from the release it is, to have Ilya fuck him- that’s why he’s been counting down to it. And this this really will be one of the last times he tells himself too- a lie he will buy into until the next time and he still needs it this badly) and Ilya shrugs and says “if it puts you off- fine, but” and waves his hand, shrugs like he doesn’t care if Shane does (and he doesn’t really mean it either- he cares, he wants Shane here he wants the closeness he wants to fuck him. He has been thinking about being inside Shane since the last time and it’s just because he’s a good fuck and he just need it a few more times and then we can stop this for once and for all)

And so Shane shakes his head and tells Ilya his loss puts him off more and Ilya scoffs, a little surprised sound like at Shane’s chirp and he rolls his eyes and says “Hollander be a good little nurse look after me, make me feel better” as he strips himself down, and Shane hates that that works, that somehow Ilya makes it sound sexy- and so Shane does the same, climbs into Ilya’s lap in his boxers and then their hands are on each other and it’s familiar and hot and good and Shane on instinct goes to lean into Ilya’s face and he sees the sutures and dried blood and remembers. He tucks his face into Ilya’s neck and kisses there instead, grinding their bodies together and Ilya opens him up like that, sat in Ilya’s lap, Shane’s arms wrapped around Ilya’s shoulders, his mouth panting into Ilya’s collarbone as his fingers push into Shane and open open open him.

Theres this ache opening in Shane’s chest that he can’t place, a weird empty mess and he presses his forehead to Ilya’s cheek as Ilya pulls the condom on himself, closes his eyes and presses his nose into Ilya’s skin and chews at his own mouth as Ilya pushes in. He sucks on his bottom lip and ignores the thrum in his stomach as he realises Ilya always kisses him when he first pushes into him- no matter the position, the rush of time- how long or short he’s had Shane on his fingers he’ll lean into his space, turn his head, pull his mouth to Ilya’s and lick into Shane’s mouth as his cock presses in in in. Shane only really realises it in the absence of it now.

Shane is pulling at his own lip with his teeth when Ilya is al the way inside, and then Ilya’s fingers are pulling his bottom lip free, two fingers pressing into his mouth onto his tongue, down and Shane takes them hungrily and Ilya moves his fingers gently in Shane’s mouth as Shane sucks and drags his tongue around them. And Ilya is all soft under his voice like “there you go” and Shane’s face is hot and without his face pressed to Ilya’s he can see each of Ilya’s expressions, the frowny concentrated way he stares at where his body is pressed to Shane’s, where his cock drives into him. And it makes Shane feel dizzy, their eye contact becomes too much, Ilya’s eyes on his face become too much and Shane presses his face back into Ilya’s neck, lets Ilya’s fingers slip out of his mouth and feels him grasp his hips with both hands. Shane is rubbing and nuzzling his mouth against Ilya’s neck and throat and collarbones and it’s making goosebumps break out across the skin and Ilya’s arms are trembling a little, where he grips Shane and his face it turned into Shane’s hair and he’s whispering low and in Russian and Shane wants to kiss him so badly- feel this weird heavy disconnect of not breathing into Ilya’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as he rushes closer to orgasm. He feels lonely and it feels like Vegas and Shane pushes that out of his head because it’s not the same- they can’t kiss, he can’t kiss Ilya.

Shane whines unhappily into Ilya’s throat, he’s so close but he wants Ilya’s mouth, wants to taste him and this sucks and it’s stupid and he’s so hard, and he is worried about Ilya’s stitches getting fucked up and Ilya’s hands are bringing Shane’s head up, pressing their foreheads together and noses pressed and the lightest barely there touch of the corner of Ilya’s mouth, unmarred by sutures, to the center of Shane’s mouth, sharing warm air. Not even a kiss. And then Ilya’s muttering “come on, make me feel good Hollander, fuck me all better, feels so good” and Shane is whimpering against Ilya’s lips, smudging his own against that little corner of ilyas mouth he can take- up over his cheek when the force of Ilya’s thrusts make him sway and bend forward.

And Ilyas hand is on his cheek, holding his face, thumb rubbing over Shane’s mouth, lips, pushing and pulling against the soft skin of them and Shane comes like that, a rock in his throat because he feels weird- it feels weird, this gap between them of not being able to kiss. And Ilya comes a few thrusts after Shane, shivery and grunting with his forehead pressed to Shane’s shoulder. And Ilya’s stitches are throbbing throbbing throbbing in his face and it’s giving him a horrible headache and his whole face still hurts from the impact and he’s exhausted and his head is kinda a little fuzzy from the painkillers and he can’t even really properly feel some of his face because of the numbing agent they’d pushed into his skin before they sowed it back together. His stomach hurts a little, churning and he wants to pin Hollander to the bed and kiss him till he’s all soft and lax and warm- he can feel him thinking and spinning in his head still even after an orgasm.

He wants to give Shane the hot overwhelming pleasure that makes him all pliant and lovely and blissed under Ilya and he wants to tell watch hollander chase his mouth as he pulls back and he wants to be in control. He feels stunted and unable instead. Then Shane is pulling off Ilya and kissing his way down Ilya’s body, kisses and kisses until he’s at his dick, pulling off the condom and kissing and licking there too, cleaning Ilya with his mouth, holding Ilya’s softening dick on his tongue and his eyes are settling, he can see the tension in Hollanders spine relaxing a little and Ilya’s uses his fingers to touch and play with Shane’s mouth as he does it, light in his chest when Shane pushes his fingers away a few times. They aren’t talking about what Shane needs about what he’s seeking out because it wasn’t enough- It’s too much and not enough and Ilya is thinking of Vegas, when he didn’t realise till the next day that he hadn’t kissed Hollander the whole time somehow- and how’d he’d made sure that never happened again. He’s heavy fingered and frustrated and unsure.

They say goodbye at the door and Shane presses his mouth to Ilya’s jaw and they both are a little tense and lingering and Ilya doesn’t know what to say and he knows it’ll be two months before they’re doing this again and his mouth will be healed by then and it doesn’t matter because he wants to lick into Shane’s mouth now. He wants to pull Shane back to bed and lie on top of him till his face stops pulsing. It all feels unfinished. Shane wants to cry when he leaves and he’s not sure why. Ilya doesn’t sleep right after and he blames his throbbing face, sure that fucking Shane was not part of the strict rest his team doctor had told him to get but the thought of not having Shane at all was worse and and he really can’t so no can he- even when it’s Shane on offer he’ll take whatever of him he can have, even it aches.

[nightquills]

yuna hollander is really quite good at super smash bros. david hollander isn't bad, but he's not particularly amazing, either. he tries his best.

when ilya learns that either of them know how to play at all after dinner one night at the hollander house, he can't quite hide his surprise. he enjoys playing with shane and his parents nonetheless. the family gets quite loud, but it's so different from the way ilya's family used to get loud. this is rambunctious. this is safe. this is fun, actually, even though shane keeps elbowing ilya in the side with how he's shifting from side to side where they sit next to each other on the loveseat.

it's only after they turn off the tv—after yuna pulls shane aside to talk about some sponsorship meeting before shane and ilya leave for the night—that ilya finds out why shane's parents know how to play.

he's joking around with david as they clean up the living room together, saying that for all that shane might have gotten some of david's hockey skills, the video game know-how clearly must be from yuna.

david laughs and smiles, but it's a smile tinged by sadness. "yuna was actually worse than me at the start, if you can believe it," he says.

ilya makes an exaggerated noise of surprise. "no, this i do not believe! she kicked both our asses tonight. she gave even shane a run for his money."

"yes, she did," david says. "but she worked for it. we got the game for shane for his birthday one year—he had been invited to a classmate's house, and he played it there, and he liked it so much. but it was right at that age where the teachers stopped insisting everyone in the class got a birthday invite, and shane wasn't invited back. and none of his teammates were extending invites, either."

david doesn't elaborate, but ilya can hazard a guess anyway. little shane, in turns rambunctious about his interests and shy about everything else. of a one-track mind, like he is now. particular in the way he likes to do things and unable to explain why at that age. more talented than other kids his age. different from other kids his age, in more ways than one. ilya knows how kids treat kids like that.

"and so we got him the game, right? but he had no one to play it with, and he got tired of playing against the computer after a while. it stopped being fun for him—after he had been so excited about it before! almost as excited as he was about playing hockey."

david is looking down at his hands where he's neatly wrapping the charging cords for the controllers back up. ilya, on the other hand, has paused where he was folding up one of the throw blankets. he can't look away from david's face, so nostalgic and so full of love for his son. for the love of ilya's life.

"so yuna and i said we would play with him after he finished his homework one night. it was hard. there's so many buttons, and yuna got so frustrated. she's like shane—she doesn't like to lose. if she's not good at something right away, if she's not passionate about it, it can be a struggle to get her to keep trying."

david chuckles, and ilya smiles even though his throat feels a little tight. like mother, like son.

david keeps going. "i swear, she almost threw a controller at the wall. we both did. shane was so happy, though! you should have seen him. he had the biggest smile on his face. we kept playing, even though he was kicking our butts. and after he went to bed, yuna said that we had to get better so we could keep playing with him. when we took turns taking him to hockey practice, whoever was at home would go against the computer for a little bit after the chores were done. and there were a few date nights where yuna's parents would take shane and we'd just stay in, playing round after round. very romantic, i know. but it was worth it. the first night yuna beat shane, he was just thrilled. you'd think he would have been upset, right? especially being so young—you know how little kids can get. but he wasn't. he was glad to have a challenge. he was glad to have a reason to keep playing and get better. it made it fun for him again."

ilya can picture little shane, giggling, smiling a gap-toothed smile. he can picture little shane picking up the controller for another round, a determined and concentrated set to his little baby brow.

david reaches out and places a warm hand on ilya's shoulder. "i see a lot of that little kid now when i watch you two play against each other on the ice."

[nightquills]

@gimme-keess, your tags <3

shane finally has someone who chooses him, who wants to play with him, and it's the person who makes the game he loves worthwhile again!!!

[gimme-keess]

🫶🫶🫶

[romcomanov]

"yeah, i've got that feeling, again."

buzzkiller, muna

[gimme-keess]

okay okay i’ve been seeing (and crying about) all the posts about no one being there for baby shane’s birthday parties BUT i had a Thought that while the boys in his class all ostracize him, maybe the girls have different opinions. for one, shane is gorgeous, even as a kid—his freckles and soft cheeks, awkward, but so nice. i think especially given the way the boys react to him, they start adopting shane as their little pet.

shane isn’t really sure what to do with all the attention at first but all of the sudden he’s pulled into their games at recess, made to be the servant or something to all the queens. and shane, well, if there’s one thing we know about shane it’s that he loves to follow orders. where before he’d spend most of recess practicing his stick handling with, yes, an actual stick (this is one of the only things shane ever got in trouble for at recess btw, because “no shane, i’m sorry, but you can’t keep swinging large sticks around on the playground.”) but now he finds himself content to go get another pile of wood chips from the cave of doom (under the slide) so the witches can make their spell to turn all the boys into possums. “but i’m a boy” shane had said simply. the girls just stared at him before giggling and telling him to get more potion grass, and shane shrugged and then happily complied.

maybe this pattern continues as he grows older. a couple of the girls he’d grown up with stay in touch, and though his focus was hockey he always enjoyed hearing about all the horrible things their mom forced them to do this weekend (babysit her brother for half an hour) to which shane would just nod, having learned when it was right to add an occasional, “yeah, she’s the worst”.

once high school arrives shane is suddenly getting a lot more attention from girls, but does not find as much comfort in it now. a hand will linger on his growing bicep while sitting at lunch, “shane you’re so funny”, shane hadn’t even remembered what he said, something about his weekend plans (practice, conditioning, homework, watch the game at home with his parents)—same thing he did every weekend.

and then there’s jessica, who is really smart and always kind with shane while working on algebra in the math lab (because, yes, My Shane is bad at math). and so he lets it happen when she invites him to go ice skating on the rideau canal. shane had heard plenty of talk by then about dating and (*coughs and blushes violently*) sex. and so shane follows the guidelines set by his mom and the girls who used to sit around his lunch table. he holds her hand when she reaches out while they skate, offers to buy her a coffee or hot chocolate after her feet grow tired (shane could’ve kept going for hours), walks her home and tries to swallow the feeling of wrong when she kisses him softly on the cheek before going inside. suddenly shane has a girlfriend. he carries her books while she chats idly in between classes, genuinely enjoying her company and using that to further prove to himself that “see he likes this, he likes her”. and then on shane’s sixteenth birthday shane receives his first blow job, and it’s fine-good, he was just nervous. jessica’s great—she cheers loudly at his games, never pushes him to talk when he gets stuck in his thoughts, everything with jessica is great actually, well, almost everything. and shane didn’t have time to think about why it was so difficult to stay hard while she sucked his dick, or why a grainy image kept coming to his mind of blond curls peeking out from under a certain russian hockey player’s helmet from the clips he watched over and over, just to know what he was up against in the juniors, to practice, strategize. he was just really focused on hockey and everything else could wait until after he was drafted, until after he could finally be a Hockey Player and nothing more.

and then, came a warm hand in a bitter cold saskatchewan parking lot.

[nightquills]

yuna hollander is really quite good at super smash bros. david hollander isn't bad, but he's not particularly amazing, either. he tries his best.

when ilya learns that either of them know how to play at all after dinner one night at the hollander house, he can't quite hide his surprise. he enjoys playing with shane and his parents nonetheless. the family gets quite loud, but it's so different from the way ilya's family used to get loud. this is rambunctious. this is safe. this is fun, actually, even though shane keeps elbowing ilya in the side with how he's shifting from side to side where they sit next to each other on the loveseat.

it's only after they turn off the tv—after yuna pulls shane aside to talk about some sponsorship meeting before shane and ilya leave for the night—that ilya finds out why shane's parents know how to play.

he's joking around with david as they clean up the living room together, saying that for all that shane might have gotten some of david's hockey skills, the video game know-how clearly must be from yuna.

david laughs and smiles, but it's a smile tinged by sadness. "yuna was actually worse than me at the start, if you can believe it," he says.

ilya makes an exaggerated noise of surprise. "no, this i do not believe! she kicked both our asses tonight. she gave even shane a run for his money."

"yes, she did," david says. "but she worked for it. we got the game for shane for his birthday one year—he had been invited to a classmate's house, and he played it there, and he liked it so much. but it was right at that age where the teachers stopped insisting everyone in the class got a birthday invite, and shane wasn't invited back. and none of his teammates were extending invites, either."

david doesn't elaborate, but ilya can hazard a guess anyway. little shane, in turns rambunctious about his interests and shy about everything else. of a one-track mind, like he is now. particular in the way he likes to do things and unable to explain why at that age. more talented than other kids his age. different from other kids his age, in more ways than one. ilya knows how kids treat kids like that.

"and so we got him the game, right? but he had no one to play it with, and he got tired of playing against the computer after a while. it stopped being fun for him—after he had been so excited about it before! almost as excited as he was about playing hockey."

david is looking down at his hands where he's neatly wrapping the charging cords for the controllers back up. ilya, on the other hand, has paused where he was folding up one of the throw blankets. he can't look away from david's face, so nostalgic and so full of love for his son. for the love of ilya's life.

"so yuna and i said we would play with him after he finished his homework one night. it was hard. there's so many buttons, and yuna got so frustrated. she's like shane—she doesn't like to lose. if she's not good at something right away, if she's not passionate about it, it can be a struggle to get her to keep trying."

david chuckles, and ilya smiles even though his throat feels a little tight. like mother, like son.

david keeps going. "i swear, she almost threw a controller at the wall. we both did. shane was so happy, though! you should have seen him. he had the biggest smile on his face. we kept playing, even though he was kicking our butts. and after he went to bed, yuna said that we had to get better so we could keep playing with him. when we took turns taking him to hockey practice, whoever was at home would go against the computer for a little bit after the chores were done. and there were a few date nights where yuna's parents would take shane and we'd just stay in, playing round after round. very romantic, i know. but it was worth it. the first night yuna beat shane, he was just thrilled. you'd think he would have been upset, right? especially being so young—you know how little kids can get. but he wasn't. he was glad to have a challenge. he was glad to have a reason to keep playing and get better. it made it fun for him again."

ilya can picture little shane, giggling, smiling a gap-toothed smile. he can picture little shane picking up the controller for another round, a determined and concentrated set to his little baby brow.

david reaches out and places a warm hand on ilya's shoulder. "i see a lot of that little kid now when i watch you two play against each other on the ice."

[gimme-keess]

late submission request to SHOS (suck him off sunday), started by the lovely @hutsonwoolyums , and inspired by @ilyasmole who always encourages me to go after my dreams (post horny things online). i got carried away and then had to let it marinate in my notes app for a solid 8 hours so yeah, please enjoy:

ilya will not stop teasing shane about coming handsfree while sucking ilya’s dick. shane’s spent the last week with bated breath as ilya has taken to reminding shane of this fact at the absolute worst times. on thursday in the locker room right before going out to practice where shane was leading warmups, ilya had leaned over in the tight space of shane’s stall and whispered, “how are you going to teach these guys about endurance and restraint when you clearly have so little?” shane had pinched his husbands side (possibly) a bit too hard.

just this morning, in the seats of coach wiebe’s office as wiebe talked animatedly on the phone on the other side of the room, ilya had leaned over close to shane’s ear and asked, “what do you think wiebe would say if he knew his assistant captain had come just from sucking his captain’s big cock?” the syllables dripping from his mouth.

and frankly shane was sick of it. at first he knew ilya was just an asshole and that by the way ilya had fucked him after, he clearly thought that shane’s lack of restraint was hot as fuck. but after it had been enough time for the familiar ache to dissipate and the bruises left on his thighs and waist to fade, shane was rapidly losing the ability to retain any semblance of calm or control towards his husband. wiebe’s office this morning had been the last straw. after racing home, shane going nearly 8 miles over the speed limit (i know!), he finally got ilya right where he wanted him, slammed up against the wall of their entryway.

“okay, i know you think this is funny, but you can’t say shit like that in front of people, especially not coach!”, shane’s voice raising in pitch with every word.

ilya just smirks, he knows his husband and he knows that while, yes, he may (allegedly) have gone a bit too far with wiebe, that shane loved it when he pushed that line. and ilya’s dick loves it when shane finally pushes back.

“i think you like it”, ilya purrs, leaning his head forward just slightly, shifting his hips from where they’re pinned beneath shane’s solid form to gently press his growing erection into shane’s muscled thigh, where he knows shane’s (probably) hard dick will be.

shane gasps as the knowledge that ilya knows him far too well settles in his mind as every other thought is quickly pushed out and replaced with ilya, hard, hot, ilya, ilya-

“ilya”, shane whispers, his grasp on reality becoming desperate, his anger falling away.

ilya leans closer, shane’s easy submission sending blood rushing to his dick, “fuck shane, you are going to come for me now, yes?”, ilya says, half teasing, half unbelievably turned on (okay maybe a bit more than half).

and then, as fast as it had disappeared, all the spite and annoyance comes rushing back. shane slams ilya further into the wall, and in a practiced, low voice says, “встаньте на колени”

get on your knees.

ilya swears he has just been murdered. his ears ring, is his nose bleeding? his tongue swells up and his mouth begins to drool with anticipation, obedience. he lingers for just a moment before dropping to his knees.

“fuck”, shane can’t help but moan as his husband enthusiastically begins mouthing at the hard outline of shane’s dick—wet, hot, ilya.

shane takes a deep breath in, commanding his eyes to ilya’s lust drunken gaze, “well, are you going to suck my dick or just slobber all over my nice jeans щенок?”

the moan that falls out of ilya’s throat is almost inhuman, full of wanting, lust, aching. ilya desperately pulls at the zipper of shane’s jeans, only undoing the button after managing to get the zipper halfway down. “who’s eager now?”, shane smirks. ilya just continues yanking shane’s jeans down, his hand takes shane’s dick out of his boxers and he immediately takes him down to the hilt. and for a moment, shane is lost in the warm wet embrace of his husbands mouth. but ilya doesn’t move his head. he remains, nose pressed to shane’s pubes, hot breath slowing as ilya closes his eyes. “ilya, fuck- you gotta move, plea-“, shane stops himself just in time.

“that’s not sucking my dick rozanov”

(and then shane edges ilya with his dick, refusing to come until ilya too, comes handsfree from sucking shane’s cock. *applause applause* “thank you, yes thank you very much. i’d like to thank these two freaks, you inspire me everyday”)

[tinylilemrys]

When Shane joins the centaurs, Ilya arranges it that he gets the locker next to his. He's not passing up the chance to flirt with his half-dressed husband before and after games. Being captain comes with perks.

"You're lucky to get this locker," he tells Shane before their first practice. "Everyone in this room is always fighting to get it."

"Why, because it's the one next to yours?" says Shane, tugging a curl at the back of Ilya's head just hard enough to pull his head back playfully.

"Well, yes," laughs Ilya. "But this is also the magic locker."

Shane has that look on his face that Ilya knows means he's not sure if he wants to laugh or roll his eyes.

"The magic locker?" he says with a skeptical eyebrow and a fond smile. "I'm scared to ask what that means."

"You'll see. Is very mysterious. Science cannot explain it. You will soon see its power for yourself."

And Shane's laughing now.

"How about you get dressed so that you're not late for practice, Cap? The only power I want to see right now is your ass on the ice."

And Ilya has this stupid grin the whole way through practice that only gets wider when Shane gets back to his locker to find his favourite post-practice protein bar and an ice-cold can of ginger ale. There's a small post-it stuck to the protein bar that says "Welcome to the team, Hollander. Love, the magic locker elves. xx" It's unmistakably Ilya's handwriting.

"See?" says Ilya, delighted at how much Shane is smiling. "Mysterious."

"Super mysterious," he says, pressing a small kiss to Ilya's cheek. "Tell the elves I say thank you."

And every practice or game after that, there's always something small waiting in the locker for Shane. Because his locker is magic.

[shanebug]

shanebug spotted in the garden

[gimme-keess]

do i think that shane would really care that much about troy being homophobic towards him in the past, no. i think, just like it says in the books, he’s more sad and frustrated that troy gets to so easily come out and be in love with his boyfriend, and be a star hockey player. BUT do i think that years in the future when troy and shane have been friends for a while (and yes of course they’re going to become friends, they have a lot in common, it’s why ilya was initially drawn to troy, come on!), anyways, one night they’ve maybe had a few too many drover family ciders and troy will not stop going on, giggling, about harris’ dick. and shane who is a little bit more in touch with reality than troy is at least, finally half laughs, half whispers, “fag”.

harris and ilya who, before this, had been laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe, freeze. they all freeze. troy’s eyes widen just a fraction before he again collapses into a fit of giggles. shane isn’t really sure what to think, he lets out a dry laugh in response but at the same time he feels something heal inside him that he didn’t know was broken. a wrong made right, a slur that had made up the regular cacophony of his entire life in hockey, slowly chipping away at pieces of himself, re-claimed.

anyways i just feel like shane should get to call troy a fag, as a treat

[hutsonwoolyums]

This installment of Suck Him Off Sunday is brought to you by this moment and my inability to stop thinking about what might have happened in Shane’s apartment that night. This is the last time we see them together in this particular montage before they start forsaking all others to be addicted to their phones, so I’ve been wondering what might have happened then. Here’s one idea.

It’s a familiar place by now, this scary alley behind Hollander’s apartment. But when Hollander opens the door, his energy is different. He’s all restless, fidgeting and bouncing on the balls of his feet, reaching for Ilya’s wrist to all but drag him up the stairs. Once they’re inside Hollander’s apartment he’s pulling at Ilya’s clothes, pushing at Ilya himself as they head toward Hollander’s bedroom. It’s infectious. It’s intoxicating. Ilya doesn’t even try to hide his grin as they move up the stairs, bodies and mouths connected the whole way.

At the top, Hollander murmurs against Ilya’s lips, “Already got myself ready. Need you to fuck me.” 

“Christ, Hollander,” Ilya says as Hollander pulls him toward the bed, smiling.

After that it’s a blur of kisses and discarded clothes and then Hollander’s back is arching as Ilya pushes into him. Ilya has a tight grip on Hollander’s hips and not much else. He feels giddy with how Hollander greeted him ready to get what he wants, with how what he wants is Ilya. And, fuck, Ilya wants him too. It’s just that there’s nobody quite like Hollander. How he looks so pretty all spread out on the bed. How he groans and swears and shudders when Ilya fucks him. How he can take everything Ilya has to give. So maybe Hollander’s energy affects him. Maybe it loosens his tongue, makes him say “fuck, Hollander,” and “oh God, Hollander,” and “taking me so good, Hollander,” a bit too often, too awestruck.

After they finish, he flops down on the bed beside Hollander, and neither one makes any move to get up. This happens more and more lately, one or both of them drawing it out, not even talking, really, just dwelling in the sex-spell that hangs over the room as they catch their breath and the sweat dries.

Tonight, Hollander is loose and lax against the pillows, eyes closed and wearing that small, pleased smile he gets when he thinks Ilya’s not looking. Ilya rolls over onto his stomach and lets himself look. He looks at Hollander’s back as it rises and falls, looks down at where Hollander’s legs are still spread, where his hole is soft and open, and Ilya can’t help it, really he can’t, he just has to—

Hollander makes a small, questioning sound when Ilya’s fingers find his hole, not pressing in, just giving the lightest teasing touches against the skin there. “You were ready for me,” Ilya says, a little mischievous, a little questioning, and Hollander must feel too good to be shy because he says, “Mmm, yeah, didn’t want to wait.” 

“Is hot.” 

“Fuck off,” Hollander says with a grin.

Ilya huffs out a laugh as he starts to press one finger inside, moving slowly and with the barest of pressure, relishing in how Hollander’s body relaxes even more into the mattress below him.

“Is this ok?” he says, even though he’s not completely sure what he’s working toward here, but Hollander’s quick to say, “Mmm, yeah, feels good,” and his eyes are still shut and he looks so sweet, so Ilya keeps going, pressing in until he’s as deep as he can get from this angle, then pulling out just as slowly. It doesn’t take much before Hollander’s hips start to shift on the bed, before his breath picks up, and even though Ilya can’t see his cock he knows Hollander is getting hard again. He pulls his hand away, ignoring Hollander’s protesting whine, grabs the lube from the bedside table and gives Hollander a gentle slap on his hip. “Turn over,” and he does, easy as that.

The sight of Hollander so open and trusting and all for Ilya makes his stomach flip. Ilya moves in close, hands and mouth near Hollander’s cock, and lets his eyes flick up to Hollander’s face. His eyes are open now but heavy-lidded, and he’s just watching Ilya, lip trapped between his teeth.

“Can I? I think you’ll like,” Ilya says, fingers once again teasing over Hollander’s hole, and he hasn’t even explained what he wants, not really, but Hollander just nods. Ilya gets his fingers slick and slides two in this time, a slow drag to let Hollander adjust. But then Hollander’s groans pick up, and his cock is so hard and leaking at the tip, and he’s gasping out, “More, I need—please, Rozanov.”

“Yes, yes, Hollander, I know,” is all Ilya can say as it crashes down on him how badly he needs to get Hollander’s cock in his mouth.

Hollander must know how much Ilya likes blowing him. Ilya knows he gives it away in how quick he is to do it, in how he can’t help but moan from the first taste of Hollander on his tongue until he’s swallowing Hollander’s release. But Hollander shows he likes it too. He asks for it often enough, and it makes him noisy in his Hollander way, all bitten off curses and whines and Rozanovs. It’s all so good it makes Ilya feel drunk.

Ilya’s not one to deny himself what he wants, so he takes Hollander’s cock down in a single, smooth motion that has him arching off the bed immediately. Ilya flings his free arm over Hollander’s hips to hold him down and keep his fingers and mouth in place, and Hollander’s hands find Ilya’s hair, and it’s perfect, getting to touch and be touched like this. Ilya is used to people wanting things from him during sex, used to giving and giving and giving. But with Hollander it’s different. Even tonight, with Hollander’s needy, grasping hands all over him, Ilya feels a balance, like Hollander wants to give and give and give right back.

Hollander’s unraveling quickly, though Ilya keeps his fingers gentle and his mouth soft. His hips are bucking against Ilya’s hold on him, and he’s whimpering each time Ilya’s fingers press deep inside. He’ll come like this, Ilya knows, and the thought makes Ilya suck harder.

“Jesus fuck, Rozanov,” Hollander grits out as his hands go tight in Ilya’s hair, tugging hard, and oh, oh fuck, it’s Ilya groaning now, loud even around Hollander’s cock in his mouth, so loud that Hollander’s eyes fly open and he says, “Shit, shit, sorry,” but Ilya’s shaking his head, pulling off his cock, clearing his throat to say, “Again.”

Their eyes meet over Hollander’s cock, wet and straining toward Ilya’s mouth, and Hollander raises a questioning eyebrow.

“You like that?”

“Da, yes, fuck, Hollander,” Ilya says before dropping right back down onto Hollander’s cock, keeping his eyes open and eager as he starts up the rhythm that had Hollander moaning under him moments ago.

There’s a second of hesitation before Hollander’s hands go tight in Ilya’s hair again, but then it’s back, that perfect stinging pressure that has Ilya’s eyes rolling back into his head.

“Fuck, you really like that,” Hollander says, and it’s all Ilya can do to breathe as he tries to focus on making Hollander come. Ilya really, really wants him to. He wants to feel the pulse of Hollander’s cock in his mouth, to feel Hollander’s hole go tight around his fingers, so he redoubles his efforts, curling his fingers up right where Hollander needs them and burying his nose into Hollander’s soft belly, and that’s all it takes for him to come. Ilya would be more than happy to just stay there as Hollander softens in his mouth, but he’s being pulled up roughly by his hair to meet Hollander’s lips, the sting of the tug making his cock twitch.

Ilya’s shaking a bit and achingly hard, just rutting his hips down against Hollander’s thigh. He feels dizzy from Hollander’s tongue in his mouth, Hollander’s hands pullingpullingpulling with the most perfect aching soreness. In between kisses Hollander breathes out, “Want you to come, just from this,” and all Ilya can do is moan as he’s pulled into the next kiss. Hollander learns fast. It might actually be a problem.

Ilya’s hips pick up speed, and then they’re not even kissing anymore, not really, not with Ilya too desperate and close to do much more than pant against Hollander’s mouth. But Hollander’s strong hands are gripping his hair and Hollander’s beautiful brown eyes are watching him so closely and Ilya doesn’t, can’t, look away as he spills between them, wet and messy, before he falls limp, half on top of Hollander.

It takes a moment for Hollander’s hands to move in Ilya’s hair again, but they do, and this time it’s so gentle, just strong fingers lifting Ilya’s sweaty curls from the back of his neck over and over. Ilya hums his pleasure and opens his eyes— when had he closed them?—to see Hollander’s keen gaze still fixed on him.

“Good?” he says, and Ilya grins, nods, and says “good” right back.

[gimme-keess]

“i made it” as i present these to you like a 5-year-old’s prized scribbles🫪🫶

[gimme-keess]

i just went into cardiac arrest

[shanehollandertwentyfour]

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These will only be available until May 15, so don't wait if you really want one. And if you want to donate but don't want a tote bag, DM me and I can send you a link to make a small donation.

And if you don't have the funds to spare (really, who does in these times?) a reblog to boost the fundraiser would also be a big help.

Let's help our neighbors in Indiana get access to the abortion care they need ❤️