#homotia

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@homotia said: " i don't— i— i don't wanna feel— empty anymore. " shane stammers, his own hand finding purchase under the meat of his right thigh, lifting up to spread himself open further for his father-in-law to see how wet he is. he avoids looking at the older man, not wanting to face the reality of his warped desires. " h-hold— hold me down and— hold me down and breed me. "

Oh, what a little whore his precious daughter has married.

Ilya grins wickedly, though it somewhat looks more like a baring of teeth. Shane spreads himself so beautifully, red-faced and eager. How could Ilya help himself? How could he have ever stopped from devouring Shane from the moment he laid eyes on him? Maybe part of him feels a little guilty for it, but his dear Nadya is a Rozanov through and through. He can't doubt that maybe she had her own plans for Shane anyway.

Ilya hums as he walks around the bed, only half undressed. He likes to take his time with Shane, really likes to make him squirm under his scrutiny. He stands at the end of it, tilting his head as he looks Shane up and down, a hungry look in his eyes. "You want this? For me to breed you? Pump you so full of my cum that you carry my baby? Is really so naughty of you, zaychik."

He tuts as he finally makes his way onto the bed, a finger trailing up the underside of Shane's cock, watching how precum already drips from the tip and onto his stomach. "Already so wet, too. You are such a slut, aren't you? Maybe I will consider it."

Even though he is straining like hell in his pants, but this is all part of the fun of it. "What makes you think you deserve to have me fuck you? Do you have good reason?"

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@homotia said: hyeon's folded ilya in two, the man's legs on his shoulders and there's just nothing stopping him now really. " i'm gonna shove my cock so deep in you you'll feel it in your womb. "

Oh fucking hell, Jesus christ.

Ilya's fingers claw for anything they can reach, which right now is the pillow underneath him. He breathes hard, sweat slicked and shaking as Hyeon shoves his cock into him. It makes a noise he didn't even know he could make come out of him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as it falls back against the pillow. Ilya groans loudly, the words Hyeon utters doing more to him than they ought to.

"Yeah? Gonna fuck me so hard I get pregnant, huh?" The words tumble out of Ilya's mouth before he even really registers what he's saying. What the fuck? He didn't think he'd be into something like this, but maybe it's because it's Hyeon that he is. He can play the game. He wants to play the game. Hyeon is fucking into him with such wild abandon, though, that now it's getting hard to think.

"Fill me up, malysh. Remind me who I belong to," he manages to stutter out, laughing all the while. "You feel so fucking good. You always fuck me so good."

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@homotia said: " be a good boy and cum in me. " leash pulled taut, blunt knife pressed against a rib. ilya, you know you have to do as he says.

The leash pulls his collar tight, cutting off his breath in such a way that makes his eyelids flutter. He's been good. He's been so good, hasn't he? Shane is perched in his lap like he damn well belongs there (and he certainly does), riding him to the brink over and over and over until all he can do is stutter and beg for his release. Ilya has never been a man used to being subdued, but this is wholly different, isn't it? It's Shane, and he'd let Shane do anything he wants to him, whenever he wants.

He can feel the dull press of the knife into his skin, a choked moan escaping him. His pulse quickens, his entire body flushed with his want. Shane leans forward, whispers in his ear, and his hips begin to move mercilessly, each drop down feeling like a punch to the gut, leaving Ilya breathless and trembling.

But he is a good boy. He does as he's told, doesn't he? His fingers dig into Shane's hips, a loud groan ripping from him as he finally is given permission to cum. And oh, he does, pulling Shane down and holding him there as he thrusts up into him and spills inside. His entire body jerks with it, and he buries his face in Shane's neck, teeth biting down harshly. A hand moves between them, wrapping around his cock as he continues to thrust into him despite being spent. "You, too. You cum, too," he mumbles, wanting to feel Shane come undone just as well as he is.

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@homotia said: to ilya in weak hero verse: I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

Ilya blinks as he looks up Hyeon from where his head rests on his shoulder, quiet as he ponders this. Sometimes he wonders if he relies on him too much, that maybe his attachment to Hyeon isn't good for him. Then he wonders again--so what? What if it isn't? There aren't many good things or people in his life. He's allowed to have one person, isn't he? One person that cares, one person that doesn't think he's too much or too overbearing. He's also allowed to be scared to lose that person, isn't he?

So he clicks his tongue and shifts, straddling Hyeon and pinning his hands down on either side of his head. Deflect. That's what he always does. Change the subject. Because this is uncomfortable. This is something he doesn't like to broach.

"Then I can show you my appreciation in other ways, yes? If you do not want to hear my thanks." Ilya leans down, brushing their lips together. "Is this what you want?"

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@homotia said: to ilya in keep sweet verse: You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

Ilya sits at the kitchen island with his head down, taking a deep breath. It's bad today. It feels like everyday is bad, but today is worse. He woke up from a nightmare about his mother, which has then just turned the whole day into a series of flashbacks upon flashbacks. It's like he can't do a damn thing. He's drowning. Does Shane notice? Does he want him to notice? Would it be better if he silently let himself go into the abyss?

Maybe it would be better that way. Then Shane wouldn't have to do this, wouldn't have to remind him to eat something good for him. In Russia, even in Moscow, the variety of foods he could have wasn't like this, here, in Canada, or America. He finds himself craving the worst things he can find, as if that would help him somehow. He stares at a discolored spot on the counter. Shane's words ring in his ears.

Why does this feel familiar?

"No appetite," he mumbles, lifting his head to look at Shane. "You don't think anything that I eat is real. What is real to you?"

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@homotia said: hyeon to ilya: ' it must be nice to always be the center of attention. '

Ilya makes a face at this, his eyes cutting over to Hyeon in irritation. Yes, of course there are parts of Ilya that loves the attention. What's not to like about it? People chant his name during games. Everyone wears his jersey. He's the most well known and loved player in Boston, but some days it all feels very...he doesn't know. It doesn't save him from the depression. It didn't save him from nearly killing himself before he met Hyeon. There's still a lot that they don't know about each other. Maybe Ilya can't be mad about the cutting remark.

"Yes, is great to hear how much everyone loves me all the time," he responds, taking a drag of his cigarette as he leans against the balcony. Jesus christ. "Am just so naturally charismatic. People cannot help but love me, Hyeon."

He grins. It doesn't quite reach his eyes. Another drag of the cigarette. "What, you want to be center of attention? Not very like you."

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@homotia said: from hyeon: you don't have to let go.

"Mm, not going to. Staying right here," Ilya mumbles into his shoulder, exhausted and pleasantly sore. He feels completely boneless as he curls up into his arms, letting out a long breath. It's weird, how bottoming leaves him feeling emotionally exhausted, like his chest has been cut open and his heart torn out for the world to see. A weird metaphor, maybe, but that's how it feels. Ilya's not used to vulnerability, really, even in the form of sex. Because it is vulnerable, letting someone else take the reins for once, letting someone else set the pace, letting someone else take what they want until Ilya is left clawing at the pillows and pleading for more.

Normally, he wouldn't like it, but with Hyeon, he finds himself craving it. A hand slides up into his hair, absently twirling dark locks around his fingers with a small grin. He doesn't mind this, all the secrecy. He can live with it if it means he gets to have Hyeon all to himself. After years of feeling alone, like he was suffocating on his own despair, planning his own death, Hyeon came into his life like some kind of lifeline, pulling him out of the deepest pits of hell.

"You want me to stay the night?" he asks, looking up at him hopefully. The answer is always yes, but he still asks. "Then I will really not let go."

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@homotia said: from idolatry shane: please come back. 🫠

Ilya holds his phone to his ear, sitting on the balcony of his hotel with a cigarette dangling between his fingers. God, he hasn't smoked in ages, and as he watches the streets of Paris below, he can't help but feel freer than he has in years. Freedom comes at a cost, though. Shane's voice on the other end is shaky, pleading, not at all like himself. It tugs at Ilya's heartstrings, makes him regret even leaving in the first place. This is what he does, isn't it? He makes you feel bad, makes you come crawling back, and then where will you be? That's the more cynical side of him, the parts of him that just want this to be done.

But Ilya, stubborn and lonely as he is, still loves Shane, still feels obligated to him in a lot of ways. What is Sasha doing for him other than filling a void that he doesn't know how to fix himself? Ilya sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, then takes another long drag of his cigarette.

"I told you I'd be back in a week." A compromise. A promise, at least. It's only been a couple days. Ilya doesn't want to leave yet. He wants to enjoy this just a little bit longer. "Please, Shane, just let me have the week. I'm going to come home, okay?" Because he could simply stay. He could miss his flight back to Montreal and never go back.

But he's too weak to do that, in the end. "I promise."