so shane can come untouched, right? at this point it's almost a novelty the way ilya can get him to do it, and it's so easy to get him there too especially with penetration. shane has prostate orgasms all the fucking time it's literally one of his fav ways to come and one of ilya's fav ways to get him there. but the thing about these orgasms is usually ilya is on top and only looking at shane's face, or behind and only looking at shane's hole. he rarely ever actually gets to see shane's cock when he comes like this, and he realizes how fucked up it is that despite making shane come like this so often, he's never fully been able to appreciate the spectacle of it yk?
so i think ilya proposes fucking in front his bedroom mirror so he can get a good look, because he wants to see. and even though shane feels a little self conscious abt it (i'm imagining this during their situationship era) it's also ridiculously hot to him so of course he says yes. so that's how they find themselves standing in front of ilya's full length bedroom mirror, skin to skin, ilya pressed firmly against shane's back with his cock buried deep inside of him. and shane's head is lolling back against ilya's shoulder, knees bending slightly to give him a better angle (and also bc he can barely stand up when ilya's fucking him like this). ilya's pace is slow, deep, precise. he pulls out slow and fucks back in slow, adonis belt slapping firmly against shane's ass every few seconds and making his cheeks jiggle like he's in a porno. but ilya can barely even pay any attention to that because he's too distracted by what's staring back at him in the mirror.
shane's cock, standing at full attention and bobbing with every thrust, drooling beautiful syrupy precum profusely from the tip onto the floor. it's unfuckingreal to ilya, he can't stop fucking staring at it. he knows shane gets wet but this is ridiculous. is it like this every time? does he leak this much whenever they fuck? has ilya just never noticed before? it's like a fucking faucet the way it just steadily drips down onto the hardwood. and ilya feels fucking insane. he keeps fucking shane slow like that, eyes hooded and fixated on that fat and leaky cock, and shane's making little noises that go right to his own cock which is still hitting shane's prostate with every slow thrust. shane's hand comes up behind him to cradle the back of ilya's head, fingers digging into his curls, his scalp, and ilya knows he's close, can see it plain as day in his blissed out expression.
ilya's own fingers dig into the soft flesh of shane's waist and he tugs him impossibly closer, murmurs, "are you gonna come for me, hollander?" all low and sensual, and shane can barely speak, can only give a desperate nod as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock bobs in the mirror. "yeah? you gonna show me how you come from just this?" and he punctuates the words with the slow pounding of his hips, burying his nose in the side of shane's face and keeping his eyes fixated on where shane continues to leak. it only takes a couple more hard thrusts and then shane is keening with a rough and guttural edge to his voice, and at this exact moment ilya stills inside of him, stops moving, just grips shane's hips tight and remains seated fully inside of him while he watches shane's cock work its magic.
and oh, what a fucking sight. completely untouched, shane's cock stutters and bobs of its own accord, and then he's erupting in steady bursts, whimpers and moans flying past his lips as his balls tighten and twitch. and ilya can barely fucking believe his eyes, flummoxed that shane's cock has just been doing this all the time they've been hooking up and he's been missing it. he's truly never seen anything like it, the way it moves like it's its own entity, the way it pulses and throbs under the low light, the way it spits cum in long, thick strings, the way it makes shane all pink and warm in the face. and when the cum finally tapers off and switches to a slow and leaky dribble, any restraint ilya had been holding onto goes out the window. a practically inhuman sound falls from his mouth and his jaw drops, chin resting on shane's shoulder as he feels himself be pushed off the edge.
he manages to get out a slurred "i'm coming" but he sounds drunk, and he feels drunk too. shane's eyes open and they both make eye contact in the mirror as ilya empties himself, vein in his forehead throbbing, eyes rolling a little bit. shane's grip in his hair tightens, an encouraging gesture, and ilya moans again when he sees shane's spent cock, going soft now, twitch a little bit in the mirror, one last small dribble of cum oozing from the tip.
safe to say, it's not the last time they try that.
If you could speak to Ilya and Shane after embodying them so far on Heated Rivalry and give them a comforting message, a warning, anything that you could say to them from seeing this from the outside in? What would you say to your characters, if only you could? What do you feel they need to hear?
Okay okay, aside from the usual Stanley Pup content, adding some Shane and Ilya puppies as bonus non-players is very, very cute. Howlander is an especially good dog pun.
Not only did they put them on the kiss cam, but they gave them a loon plush toy to play with at their little doggy cottage. Too adorable, not allowed.
He wanted to curl up on the floor. How could he explain that he had just sucked someone else off, but that he still wanted to continue? Only an absolute asshole would do something like that. He was so embarrassed, shame clawing at his insides, and all of it was so awful that he wanted to curl up and die.
And he was also more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. What the fuck?
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Shane hooks up with his buddy Joe after Ilya rejects him. Ilya turns up at his door immediately after.
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