Ok wait I fell victim to no post night shift nap and passed out but Iâm back ! Because I need to say that when Shane gags, because he does- and not a sexy sounding gag but like he thinks oh Iâm getting it and he pushes forward too much too fast and like gags hard and has to pull off to swallow against a following gag pushing up his throat- heâs like terrified a little. Because Shane has had bad sex- in terms of, sec he couldnât perform in and heâs having flashbacks of not being able to get hard for his high-school girlfriends wandering hand and the fucking fear and panic of disappointing someone. But Ilya just clicks his tongue and rubs his thumb over Shaneâs mouth and is cupping his jaw in one hand and drawing him up and leaning down to meet Shane half way. He nuzzles their lips together ans kisses next to Shaneâs nose. âAh. Should have known, mr competitive. There is no Stanley cup for sucking cock Hollander, just making me feel good and you feel good da?â And his other hand is rubbing over Shaneâs chest, fingers working his nipple in a way thatâs making him shivery and keeping him hard.
âYeah?â Ilya asks and Shane just blinks because his eyes are burning and they arenât tears not really and then Ilya I asking, âwe are good at making you feel good yes? And making me feel good yes?â And to that Shane nods because yes. âMm then, let me show you this trick too Hollander, how good it feels for both of usâ he kisses Shaneâs mouth twice and pulls back, gripping his cheeks tighter before softening his touch.
Shane stays where Ilya has pulled him, still on his knees. âYou like being good, so be good and listen to meâ Ilya whispers and it feels warm, like praise and Shane says âokayâ and Ilya says âyou want it again?â And Shane nods, flushing and says âyesâ and then âpleaseâ and Ilya groans and heâs rubbing his cock over Shaneâs mouth before pushing in, thumb gently hooking the corner of his mouth. âLike this da? Let me give you it Hollander, you can take it, so good at taking me inside, here too just relax now and breatheâ and Shane breaths and focuses on relaxing is jaw, throat, eyes closed and Ilya is giving him little by little. It makes Shane whole body buzz to go slow, but he does, inch by inch as given to him by Ilya.
âThere we goâ Ilya mutters half to himself and Shane shivers when he feels Ilya in the back of his throat, takes a slow breath instead of letting it spasm, thinks about the wet hot warm pleasure of taking Ilya inside his hole and how heâs made to take it. He is. âAh. Fucking prettyâ Ilya whines and it makes Shaneâs ears tingle, cock so fucking hard itâs dripping onto the carpet below him. âDoing good Hollander, fuck. You love it, being good at things, good at my cockâ and Shane nods, swallows and lets Ilya sink him all the way down, until he gags soft, able to swallow and relax and breathe.
He stays pin still when he finds a point he can hold Ilya, where his mind whites out and his body starts to fall away from anywhere but where he is holding the shape and weight and size of Ilya, where the saliva is pooling at his lips and chin already.
Ilyaâs words are Russian then, cooing low and his hand not hooked by his thumb into the heat of Shane is combing through the top of his hair and then down over the back of his head, petting rhythmically and Shane just sinks and sinks and sinks, heard Ilya mutter âof course, perfect here tooâ before he cums hands free, messy shooting hot drips that he doesnât even feel rip through him like an orgasm but more crash through him sweet like a wave and pulling him deeper under tide tide tide. Ilya whines, some of Shaneâs cum had hit his feet, shins and he pets Shaneâs cheek, warm palm rubbing. He slides his thumb out and traces his wet mouth perfect deep seal.
âFuck, youâre drippingâ Ilya praises and Shane thinks he means his cock but then he feels Ilyaâs hand under his chin, smearing wet saliva from under his bottom lip over his throat and down his chest.
Shaneâs hard again or maybe never was soft and it makes him fuss, rock his hips and the shifting makes him gag, a small splutter and Ilya is easing him up up. Shane fucking whiiiines at the loss and shakes his head and hands fly up to grip at Ilyaâs thighs and Ilya croons, hand cups the side of his face and thumb rubs at his earlobe on the right. âJust half, just half Hollander, god. Then you can have it again. Such a good slutâ and Shane is appeased, hums when Ilyaâs hand tangles with one of his own.
âMm just like this, slow and take it all, make that needy cock make a mess for me again and then Iâll fill your throat yes?â Shaneâs ears are ringing but heâs nodding, breathing in slow through his mouth and waiting for Ilya to help him bring his head down again, to find that point of total fullness again. Just like they both need.
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