Shane and Ilya being like fuck drunk together. Walk with me. They’ve been teasing and fooling around all day, fucked a few times and Ilya has edged Shane and the made him cum until he was cuming dry. They are both exhausted and fucking loopy from how good it feels, a bit loopy and sore and fuzzy but Ilya mentioned Ramen like two hours ago and now they both really can’t stop thinking about it and they are starving from marathon fucking and they don’t want to cook.
So they bundle up in sweats and hoodies, no underwear after the most rushed shower- Shane can still feel the slick of lube inside him and- and it’s late but there’s this one shop shane knows will still be open and he’s so hungry and Ilya is smiling so big in excitement for their ‘date’ (as he keeps calling it) so they go there.
They Sit in a corner booth, smushed in together on the same side shoulders over lapping all puffy mouthed and big eyed. The order far too much and Shane won’t let go if Ilya’s hand and Ilya keeps feeding Shane, and the noodles are hot and salty and fatty and so good and it’s messy and stupid but Shane smiles so big every time he does it, or raises his can of ginger ale to his lips for shane to sip. Shane is giggly and soft, fucked out with big sleepy blinks and he’s all loose and lovely and stuck to Ilya’s side and Ilya shoves his hand down the back of Shane’s sweats while the eat, thankful for his body as a shield. Ilya can’t stop smirking and he can still feel the burn of the nail marks Shane has left on his back under his hoodie when they kiss and kiss and kiss and giggle and Shane smirks when he spots his teeth marks under Ilya’s ear. Ilya makes a secret tingle of their two hoodies, hands cupped to make it a little private pocket for them and kisses Shane with far too much tongue for outside of the house. Bites his swollen mouth and tells him so he’s so pretty snd good, his voice heavy and rumble Russian.
The tip the sweet ladies behind the counter far too much when they leave and Shane rubs his face against Ilya’s shoulder while they walk back to the car, hiding his yawns into the material
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