the first time shane and ilya play with free use is also the first time ilya fucks shane with no prep.
how many times, ilya wonders, has he looked at shane doing absolutely anything innocuous, merely existing and being perfect, and wanted to get his cock in him as quickly as possible? and when he goes for it, swoops in to take what he wants, kissing his neck or giving him a look or a touch to get them on the same page, the desperation builds and builds while they get shane opened up and move somewhere comfortable in the house, and that's hot, of course. getting fingers in him, getting everything lubed up, making out like they're starving, worshipful. slightly delaying the gratification.
but what if they didn't. what if ilya just. took him when he wanted to.
you don't have to ask, shane tells him one day. you can always just do it. always. i want it. it makes ilya's ears ring to hear him say that. nearly makes his knees buckle at the thought of so much possibility.
and now here shane is, setting plates on the table for dinner, and ilya is standing aside, watching him bend over and reach across the table, watching him arrange everything just so. his chest clenches with affection, and he knows he has to do it. he's going to die without it.
he leaves the room on a mission, burning up, hard as hell, and returns moments later with a bottle in hand. shane gives him a confused, sweet look and ilya wants to eat him. he wants to take him.
shane goes easily when ilya pulls him to the other side of the table away from their food. ilya says nothing. he shoves a chair aside to make room to push shane down, pressing his chest against the table and yanking the back of his pants down. he gives ilya just a mindless little sound, arching his back while ilya wraps a slick hand around himself. he can't believe how easy it is. shane really will just give it up for him whenever, under any circumstances. he's just letting him do this when they were supposed to be sitting down to dinner.
ilya does wonder for a moment how he's going to fit his cock into him and whether or not it's even going to work without easing him open first. but he thinks about the fact that he fucked shane this morning. he thinks about the fact that he fucks him all the time. every day at least once. he thinks about what it feels like when he sticks his fingers in him, how easy he is for it now. how pliable he is. god, he could black out at the thought.
he pushes in, and it's a stretch, and shane is whining and gasping and letting it happen because he loves it, and he's swallowing him up and then ilya's inside him, and it's a revelation.
he fucks him with rabbit-quick thrusts, and he knows he's going to cum soon. but that's alright. they have dinner waiting for them mere feet away, anyway, plates rattling with each fierce pump of ilya's hips. he's afraid they're going to get knocked off the table when he shoves inside hard with his orgasm, nudging the table across the floor.
he's shocked when he pulls out to learn that shane came long before he did, splattered all over the floor, but it never takes much, does it?
that's just the first time of many. it's nearly routine after that. because shane likes being used, being available. and ilya likes to slake his thirst whenever he wants. it's perfect.
so matz are married but seonghwa is also yunho's gf but yunho is also mingi's husband and yunho is also every other members' bf and wooyoung is everyone's communal gf but is also married to san and san is in love with yeosang and so is wooyoung but also jongho and-
