Ilya's got Shane's on his knees. His thumb is hooked behind Shane's bottom teeth, holding his mouth open, and his fingers are curled under Shane's chin. And Shane's whimpering for Ilya's cock, but every time he leans forward to take it in his mouth, Ilya uses his hold on Shane's face to turn him away. He keeps teasing him with things like, "No, sweetheart, your mouth is full already," or "Can't let you choke, malysh." And Shane is whining and insistent, "Nonono, I can take it, I promise," and "Please, please, I won't choke, you know I won't, Ilya." It comes out garbled around Ilya's thumb, makes drool puddle in Ilya's cupped hand. And then Ilya taps his cock on Shane's cheek, says, "You're making quite a mess," and Shane tries to swallow, says, "Sorry, sorry, Ilya, please," as he struggles to turn his head, reaching for Ilya's cock with his mouth again. Ilya's laugh is low and quiet when he finally, finally drags his cock toward Shane's mouth, leaving a streak of pre-cum across his cheek. "Needy boy. You just want to be full, isn't that right, sweetheart?" he says as he slides his cock in alongside his thumb. And Shane would say yes, but his mouth is busy.