ilya is the best top of all time. he always checks on his bottoms, but shane is a special one. he doesn't always answer, but he always ends up pushing himself back onto ilya like he would fuck himself on him if he doesn't fucking move. that's consent!
shane takes consent as serious as ilya does. the first time he went down on shane, he told him he didn’t have to swallow. ilya said he didn’t mind, but actually, he fucking loved it. not only he find it fucking hot having shane hollander creaming on his throat, but that shit tasted fucking amazing. he wasn’t sure if his weird healthy obsessed diet was good for him on a mind and body level, but his cum was sweet. athletes cum usually tasted bitter as fuck, probably because of high protein diet or even higher use of caffeine, but shane hollander had a cream he could stir on his coffee and it would be fucking delicious.
he swallowed it every time. and made sure shane knew how much he loved it, moaning loudly at the taste, licking every fucking drop that fell off his mouth. one time, shane pointed out. “shit, rozanov, you love it” just like he used to say ‘shit, hollander, you love it’ while shane sucked ilya’s cock. “i do” ilya replied, kissing and licking the tip of his dick. at this point, ilya believed he was born to swallow cum. shane's cum. “can you give it to me one more time?” and then, after this, shane would press ilya's head deep on his cock, keeping him there until he's done coming down his throat. consent!
