ohhh crying shane during sex my beloved…. i know you mentioned first time but i love crying shane during married hollanov sex🥺🥺🥺 just so so in love and years of love between them and shane can’t help but start thinking about how much they mean to each other and all those years sneaking around together leading to this…. they are having the kind of sweet sleepy slow sex that only happens after years and years of love💜 cutie pie shane on his back making eye contact with ilya while getting thrusted into and just doing the cutest little whimpers and “uh…uh..uh’s” with the rhythm of the thrusts and then his pretty brown eyes are leaking suddenly, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks and ilya is all “what’s the matter, hm? feels so good for my baby, huh?” and shane all whiny “yes yes feels so good ilya i love you so much mmmm i love you” and ilya maybe starts to tear up a little bit too his pretty blue eyes getting wet and he leans down and kisses shane’s tears away like “it’s alright baby, let it out, i know you feel so good it’s okay malysh i’ve got you” 🥺🥺🥺🥺
IM GONNA PASS OUT AND THEN MAYBE AWAY IF THATS OKAY WITH ALL YALL
yes yes yes I need to sink my teeeth into this sugar. I adore this. Soft so so soooo mega in love husbands Ilya and Shane, so much intimacy and love between them that Shane gets overwhelmed.
It’s been a slow start to the morning, Ilya had broken a good amount of ribs last month and he’s still achy, tender like they are bruised and he’s been sluggish in the mornings and evenings still. They’d kissed as they woke up, Ilya a warm weight on Shane, nose nudging at his ear and jaw before with sleep still in his eyes before he found Shane’s mouth, soft pecks and nuzzles, sweet kisses that had burned deeper and longer. Fumbling hands and soft whispers and needy touches and then Shane’s being stretched onto Ilya’s cock, the covers pulled up over Ilya’s back, a warm cocoon between them.
Shane’s feet are linked on Ilya’s back, heels sliding against the warm skin and they’re holding hands by Shane’s waist, Shane fidgeting with Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya squeezes Shane’s hand twice, a silent you ok? And Shane nods, yawns and scrubs a hand over his sleepy eyes and asks “can you make us pancakes after this?” And Ilya nods, leans down to kiss over Shane’s face as Shane adjusts to the stretch of Ilya, it takes a little longer in the morning.
Then with a wiggle from Shane’s hips, Ilya is thrusting into him, slow and deep and Shane sighs, head tilts back and fuck it’s so nice. He watches down his body, how Ilya is up over him, the long line of his shoulders, the gold of his necklace, the mole to the left of it they got checked at the doctor last month because it had changed in colour. His body, strong and fucking gorgeous and the hair that leads from his bellybutton down to where his cock is pressing in in in to Shane. Shane licks his lips, watches the muscles of Ilya’s sides pull and work the shift of skin, the muscle of his hips in the warm morning light and fuck his husband is so gorgeous.
Shane sighs when Ilyas hand takes his face into his hand, thumb rubs at his cheek, pulls at his lips. Shane shivers and Ilyas lace picks up and up and oh fuck. Shane whimpers, right there he thinks- and ilya nods as if he’d said it out loud, he pins every next rut of his hips to that perfect spot over and over and over. Shane is aching hard, smudging precum bellow his bellybutton and he’s thrumming with pleasure, it’s soaking through him, dripping off him, how good this is. I
“Yeah” Ilya sighs, fucks his hips in snaps, that make Shane’s spread legs jolt, leans down in over him and kisses him, a sweet small kiss, as if saying hello. Shane nods “yeah it’s so nice” he says with a happy sigh and tangles his hands into has hair and pulls at it gently, at the root, by his ears, the way that makes Ilya whine and fuck him harder.
Shane hums and draws his eyes to Ilya’s, pretty glass- his husband, his husband, his eyes he’s looked to for years. Home. Shane sucks in a breath and Ilya’s thrusts as jolting him against the mattress and it’s so good and he feels so fucking big when he takes him early in the morning and this is still so good still as good as the first time. Shane will always need this so fucking much, Ilya will always give it to him. Shane slides his hand though Ilya’s hair and licks his lips, feels Ilya’s thumb press down and pull on his chin till his lips part and Shane’s soft “uh uh uh” fill the air and Ilya grins and bites at his bottom lip and he’s looking at Shane with such a heat, a love. And pushes deep, deep, grinds in once, twice and Shane arches his back. His toes curl.
Shane feels the first tear slip and he sniffles, Ignores it and blinks up at Ilya, whose face softness, opens and his hand pets Shane’s cheek. “There’s my boy, it’s so good huh? My beautiful baby, feels so good on my cock you need to cry huh? So good how I fuck you yeah? Love my cock so much, it’s so pretty how you show me” Ilya cooes, kissing all over Shane’s face and brow and cheekbone, jaw, eyelids. Shane nods and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, tightens his legs around him, pulls him in, in.
“Ilya” he breaths, draws the name out like a prayer and he feels Ilya shiver over him.
“Love you, love you love your cock so much, feels so good, feels- fuck I love this feels, I love you love you love” and Shane’s mumbling, hiccuped breathing and whimpers, lips parted, eyes closed now in bliss.
“Love you love you too, sweetheart” Ilya whispers back and tears prick in his she’s and he swallows hard. He loves his Shane so fucking much.
“It’s okay baby, I’m here, right here” Ilya reminds Shane, rubs their noses together. “I’ve got you” he breaths, holds Shane’s face with one hand and keeps Shane’s cheek pressed to his, shares their breathing.
