Can I have another please? 🥺 ❤️🔥 wildcard/your own choice and can I pick Breeding kink? Shane/Ilya please!
yes you can, thank you for asking nicely :)
valentine's day prompts are open on my main blog 💌
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It started out as a joke, a silly little quip about foregoing the condoms. But it gave Ilya an idea.
And now, Shane was laid out on the edge of the bed while Ilya pounded into him, holding his hips down so hard he was sure his thumbs would leave bruises.
The way Shane was looking up at him from under his lashes was making him feel feral; the doe-brown of his eyes wet and shiny.
“Are you gonna come inside me?” His voice was breathless, words falling from his plush, pink lips. There was a blissful, joyful happiness on his face, the comfortable kind that made Ilya’s heart ache even while he was balls-deep inside him.
Ilya grunted and thrust deeper into Shane, forcing another moan out of him. He was feeling spicy, and like he wanted to tease something out of Shane, so he answered, “Do you want me to put a baby in you?”
Shane’s eyes widened, and Ilya knew he’d hit a gold mine. He moved one of his hands from Shane’s hip, slowing down his thrusts, and caressed his stomach instead. “Come deep inside of you and knock you up?”
“Stop,” Shane groaned, in a way that made it obvious that what he actually wanted to say was keep going.
“You’d look so fucking hot and cute… first, dripping with my cum, then later all round with my baby in you…” He didn’t even know what he was saying, but it was hot, and it was even hotter seeing Shane blush furiously.
“Ilya…” he whined, pawing at Ilya’s hand on his stomach, linking their fingers but not batting it away.
Ilya kept going in Russian. “Gonna cum inside you over and over again, putting my little bear cub into your belly-”
Shane moaned, his dick twitching on his stomach; Ilya felt him flutter around his cock, too, and knew this was really doing it for him, getting him close. He sped up his thrusts again, and Shane squirmed, his back arching slightly.
“Please,” Shane whispered, closing his eyes and turning his head away shyly like he sometimes did, “Do it-”
“Gonna look so cute with your little tits all swollen-” Ilya reached up, squeezing one of Shane’s pecs-
That did it.
Shane cried out, shaky and helpless, and came untouched across his own stomach.
“Fuck, Shane-”
Ilya followed him over the edge right after, pushing in all the way, shooting his load deep inside Shane like he had promised him while Shane throbbed around him and wrapped his legs around him tightly, holding him in place.
Once their orgasms waned, Ilya crumpled on top of Shane, and Shane wrapped his arms around him while both of them caught their breath.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, then, Shane whispered, “...that was hot.”
“Yeah,” Ilya agreed, and pressed a wet kiss to his husband’s cheek. “Should I drive you to the pharmacy?”
“...what?” Shane asked, completely confused.
“For moning-after-pill.”
“Oh, fuck you.” Shane limply slapped Ilya’s shoulder, while Ilya muffled his own laughter in the crook of Shane’s neck.
