fic prompt/kink.. ilya cumming prematurely, like he's barely in there and can't help it
I gotchu baby here u go
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âRemember That TimeâŠ?â
or A Hollanov Ficlet Ilya Would Like to Forget
rating: (mild) e | wc: ~1200 | tags: momentary anal, premature ejaculation, boys missing each other, Shane teasing by initiating dirty talk??? more likely than u think
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Back then, Ilya had thought that their seven-year-long situationship was the most agonizing romantic trial he would be asked to endure by a higher power.
Then, it was the years driving between Montreal and Ottawa, constantly missing his boyfriend and aching in his chest when he wasnât holding him.
But those two periodsâŠthose two periods had nothing on this.
What was supposed to be a three-day trip to finalize a couple big name brand deals turned into a week-long mess in Los Angeles. Shane was calling every day, but his parents were staying in the hotel room next door, so volume level was a difficulty.
Ilya hasnât been without Shane for this long since they moved in together in Ottawa. Long ago, a week would be childâs play to them. Hell, even in the commuting days, Ilya would have gladly taken a week. Now Ilya is spoiled, addicted, unmoored without his husband to hold. The cottage is empty, echoey, barren without his moans and laughs and chirps. He knows better than to sulk, so he does his best to keep busy, playing with and walking Anya, kayaking or swimming, jogging, running drills on their practice rink, playing video games, anything to keep his mind off of how desperately he misses his beautiful, stable rock.
âOne more day, babe. I promise, I will be sprinting into your arms.â
âWe will need a bullet train to our bed if you want me to wait more than five minutes before getting my mouth on you without putting on a show,â Ilya says, his head lulling against the back of couch.
âYou can wait two hours.â
âAlone in a car with you? The hell I can.â
âParents will also be there.â
âNo they will not. I will pay for Uber.â
âYouâre insatiable,â Shane laughs into his phone, and he sounds all soft and sleepy. It makes Ilyaâs dick jump in his sweats.
âLet me see you.â
âNo, Ilya. As soon as that screen turns on, I know youâre going to be jacking off, and my parents are very much still awake.â
Ilya scoffs, affronted. âShane Hollander. You think so little of me.â
âOh, I think a lot of you, Rozanov,â Shane purrs, his voice shifting deeper and more sensual, and goosebumps erupt over Ilyaâs skin. âThereâs a lot of you to think of, isnât there?â
Ilya blows out a long stream of air through his lips. âNot fucking fair. You just said.â
âI know,â Shane says, and Ilya hears the smirk in his voice. âI just like to fuck with you.â
Ilya grinds his teeth and drags his hand down the length of his very hard cock. âTurn on the fucking camera and Iâll show you just how I like to fuck with you.â
âNice try, baby. Iâll see you tomorrow night, okay?â
âYou are the devil.â
âYou think that now, wait until you see how naughty Iâm going to be for you when weâre home,â Shane says silkily. âGoodnight, Ilya.â
He knows Ilya too well by now. He hangs up before Ilya can argue, try to curry favor with Shaneâs cock tonight. Ilya groans and resigns himself to his own hand, picturing exactly what he wants Shane to do to him tomorrow night.
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Ilya caves, giving Shaneâs parents a ride to their own cottage, but he doesnât budge on having Shane in the passenger seat. They donât argue, both willing to doze off in the back after a grueling week. Ilyaâs hand doesnât let go of Shaneâs the entire drive. They both hug and kiss Yuna and David as Ilya drops them off. The closer they get to their own cottage, the harder Ilya squeezes his hand. He eventually takes their clasped hands and begins to grind them against Shaneâs cock as he drives.
âIlyaâŠâ Shane sighs, but itâs not bold enough to prompt him to stop. Shaneâs head falls back against the head rest, scooting his hips out slightly to ease the angle. âFuck, I fucking missed you.â
âYou have no fucking idea,â Ilya says, voice edging into a growl as he grinds harder.
The SUV screeches to a halt in front of the cottage, and theyâre out the door. Ilya is vacuum sealed to Shaneâs back as he futzes with his keys, unlocking the door and tumbling inside, Anya barking and nipping at their heels. Shane gives her the quickest greeting possible and Ilya kisses her on the head and instructs her to sit and stay. They trip over each other into the bedroom, stripping clothes off as they go, both entirely naked by the time they slam the door shut and reach the bed.
âFuck me,â Shane moans into his mouth, already stroking Ilyaâs cock, and he feels like he could come just from this if he kept pulling at him for more than thirty seconds. âI need that big cock so bad, baby. Need it pounding inside me, please,â he begs, growing more desperate as seconds pass.
âIâll give it to you, filthy boy. Gonna give it to you so fucking hard you canât breath for it, huh? Fuck you up to your fucking stomach. Up to your fucking throat. Christ, I missed you,â he rumbles, already working slick fingers into him carelessly, messily, opening him up as quickly as possible. Ilyaâs cock is pulsing on its own, and it feels precarious at best. If he had a single ounce of patience, he would dig out a cock ring, but he cannot bring himself to give a fuck. The only thing he wants on his dick is Shane. No toys, no condoms, just Shaneâs hole gripping around him like a fist until he spills inside.
âPut it in, put it in, fuck,â Shane groans, boosting his ass into the air for him.
âFuck, fuck, okay,â Ilya says, pulling his fingers free and lining up his cock. He shoves the tip inside, and he feels his stomach clench with how overwhelming the sensation is to have his husband wrapped around him again.
Shane whines, wriggling back onto him, forcing him deeper already, and Ilya is holding his breath as he makes small thrusts to sink inside him.
âFuck, Shane, donât-â
âCome the fuck on, baby,â Shane growls, and throws himself back onto his cock in one swift move, taking Ilya down to the base. All at once, the friction on his cock is too much, and he feels his stomach clench again and his balls pulsating, and Ilya gasps, digging his nails into Shaneâs hips. He fully whimpers as the unthinkable happens.
His forehead drops between Shaneâs shoulder blades, quiet as a church mouse as he reconciles what just transpired.
âDidâŠdid you justâŠ?â
âShut up.â
âOh my god,â Shane says quietly.
âIt has been long time, okay!â
âNo, itâs okay, itâs okay!â Shane assures, reaching back and grabbing Ilyaâs hand. âIt happens. Not a big deal.â
âFuck,â Ilya groans, collapsing against Shaneâs back and forcing him down onto his stomach. âIâm staying inside until Iâm hard again.â
Shane cranes his head around, raising an eyebrow. âYouâre gonna make me wait until youâre ready again? I donât think so, baby.â
Ilya moans in embarrassment, kissing Shaneâs neck to distract himself.
âCome on, quick shot,â Shane jabs lightheartedly. âI bet if you let me fuck your mouth youâll be good as new. What do you think?â
Shane is on his back with Ilyaâs face between his legs before he even thinks of a proper response.
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