Shane is going through his usual workout in their home gym when he spots Ilya leaning against the doorjamb in the reflection of the floor length mirrors they had installed. And if Shane firms up his form a little, shows off just a tad, in response to having Ilya's eyes on him then well that's his business.
After Ilya watches Shane appreciatively in silence for a while, he then teasingly starts throwing out challenges. And of course Shane snaps up that bait immediately because all the incentive Shane needs to do something is Ilya saying "Bet you can't,,," in that specific lilting tone. It eventually escalates until Shane pushes himself to failure and he's breathing hard as fuck and absolutely drenched in sweat, still glowing with victory, preening at the impressed noises Ilya made when he actually finished that last rep.
And then before Shane can go shower, Ilya is intercepting him in their bedroom and tackling Shane to the bed. And Shane's laughing and grinning because he thinks they're still messing around, but then Ilya is tilting his head and saying very very softly "What's so funny, Shanya?" and a prickling chill races down Shane's spine as Ilya looms over him and it suddenly occurs to Shane all at once that Ilya is,,, actually holding him down. Obviously, Ilya is always holding him down, but Shane is always strong enough to buck him off if he really put some effort into it.
But right now Shane's arms are literally still quaking from the burn of over use, he's quite literally weak as a kitten. He couldn't get Ilya off of him if he tried. He's actually pinned.
And Ilya's grin is slow and deeply pleased as he watches this realisation spread across Shane's face, his dark eyes widening to show the whites. He bends down and deliberately scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth over Shane's rabbiting pulse point, making Shane breathe in sharply, a gasp. Shane's not laughing now.
"Moya lyubov, you're trembling," Ilya purrs.
And then Ilya gets to work.
