Shane and Ilya out at dinner with friends; a cosy little low lit private restaurant that doesn’t allow phones and even though Shane and Ilya are out now, they still enjoy the spaces that the don’t feel monitored and watched. Shane has his hand on the back of Ilya’s neck after dinner and he’s on his third glass of red wine, so he’s not even thinking about the way he slides his fingers up into Ilya’s hair, slow scratches of his nails, playing with the curls. He’s kinda just mindlessly using Ilya as his fidget toy really, fingers and nails all over the back of Ilya’s head, back of his neck, behind this ears, over his earlobes even. Over and over and over. One of the guys gets up to go out for a smoke and asks Ilya if he wants to join and Ilya shakes his head and Shane gives him an look of surprise because these are the situations Ilya will still go for a smoke for, a casual cig when they are out. And Ilya just leans in to Shane and pretends to fix his collar to be close as he whispers “i can’t-if I get up everyone will see” and Shane’s like ??? See what? All furrowed brow and then Ilya looks down towards his lap under the table and Shane’s looks too and - he’s hard oh my god. So hard shane can see the outline of Ilya cock straining in his dark trousers, and Shane is like. Oh. Oh and flushes and smirks and slides his hand out of Ilya’s hair, heart thundering in his chest feeling dizzy that he did that with just a little touch. It turns into Shane’s little super power he pulls out when he wants something from Ilya, to bribe him, to rile him up, all he has to do it put his finger in Ilya’s hair and it makes him weak.
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