hi beautiful buggy. your soft smut makes me happy and calm and fuzzy. i have been having a bad time can you write something really soft? whatever you want 🥺
Hi bugggybabe! I’m sorry things are tough, here’s something warm and horny and sweet for ya ❤️🔥
“It’s cold” Shane’s voice is a low simper, and Ilya turns his head once he hears it. His boy is here.
His heart brightens, chest warm at the creak of the outdoor floorboard under his foot. His boy is here!
Ilya shifts from where he’s sat on the rocking chair they’d put out here last summer. (They’d been watching a movie at Ilya’s place in Boston- Ilya can’t remember what but there had been a scene of a character sitting in a rocking chair watching the sunrise, drinking a coffee. Shane had sighed and snuggled closer to Ilya and said “that looks nice baby”. And Ilya knew Shane was thinking about their summer mornings together, curled up on the large rock by the lake, or sat on the deck or the outdoor lounge watching the sun rise up over the water. It would be nice, Ilya thought, a big wicker chair for the pair of them that they could gently rock in, share coffee while they watched the first light of the day. Ilya had gotten one made for them for Christmas, handmade big enough to fit them tangled up on it together. It had been waiting on the deck when they arrived this summer, and Shane had been glowing with happiness to see it in person.)
He watches Shane shuffle across the deck to him from where he’d walk out of the home. He had the blanket from the end of their bed wrapped around him, thick and fluffy soft, Shane’s favourite, and Ilya could see the peak of his bare chest under it, his sweatpants slung low on Shane’s hips. Shane’s breath clouded out in a haze into the fresh morning air, and Ilya took a slow drag of the cigarette he’d been smoking, savoured the hum of the nicotine as he savoured the site of his boy sleep disheveled and summer tanned, half asleep walking over to him. Ilya can’t believe it sometimes, that Shane is his. What they have.
“Come here then, get warm” Ilya says, motions to his lap, arm spread to the side and he exhales the smoke before he stubs out his cigarette on the side of his mug of coffee and drops it to the small side table it was resting on.
Shane wrinkles his nose at the smell of the smoke and Ilya hopes his boy is feeling sweet enough to kiss him despite the taste. He didn’t expect Shane to join him out here, he expected to have time to brush his teeth and use mouthwash before he crawled into bed to pout and ask for morning kisses.
With a huff, Shane is standing between the spread of Ilya’s knees, and Ilya can see the softness of his chest, his stomach, the skin goose bumped in the breeze. Ilya can’t wait any longer to touch him.
“Here” Ilya says again, looks down at his own lap and back up to Shane before he shoves his hands under Shane’s blanket cape to grab at his hips. He’s so fucking warm, his skin is so fucking soft it makes Ilya feel hungry. Fuck he loves him. He squeezes Shane’s hips hard, and Shane just grunts, takes a small step closer and then he’s placing himself in Ilya’s lap because he’s a good boy. Ilya leans up and smudges a kiss to his chin as a reward.
Shane squirms closer in his lap, thighs either side of Ilya’s legs, and he grips the edges of the blankets in his hands and wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck, taking him into his warm sweet cocoon. He smells like their bed, like sweat and sun cream and his body wash. Ilya leans in and rubs his face all over the soft warm skin of Shane’s neck, smooth and warm and lovely. He pulls in deep heavy breaths, taking hungry inhales of Shanes smell, the smell of home. His boy.
Ilya had only been outside for less than an hour but he’d missed Shane, and was thankful now for his warmth in his lap. The way his fingers were gently dancing over his shoulders. Ilya wraps his arms tighter around Shane’s waist and squeezes, squeezes, pulls until Shane is pressed completely to him and he feels Shane let out a throaty tired laugh.
“You feel good” Ilya sighs, dizzy from the sensory pleasure of the soft of the blanket the warmth of Shane, the smell of him, the joy of seeing Shane, Shane being his to pull into him. Shane hums and squeezes his thighs around Ilya, shuffles closer in a way that makes the rocking chair roll back.
“Thank you for letting me in your cocoon Zaychik” Kay whispers into Shane’s neck, bites to the left of his Adam’s apple.
“S’okay Ilya. Why’re you awake?” Shane asks, words are slurred together and his voice is so lovely and rumbly. He must have woken up and stumbled right out here first thing, he still sounds half asleep.
“Nothing bad” Ilya assures him, slides a hand down to find a handful of Shane’s ass.
“Just was up, couldn’t sleep and wanted a smoke” Ilya explains because it’s true, it had been as simple as that. He’d been cutting down in the cigarettes as much as possible, but during summer he did allow himself the pleasure a few times when he could tuck the habit away from Shane.
“Sorry” he adds and Shane rests his cheeks in Ilya’s head, shakes his head.
“S’okay. But no more now yeah?” Shane says and Ilya smiles into the skin of his neck.
“No more” Ilya nods, he doesn’t need a smoke not when he can rub his lips over the warm skin of Shane’s neck in little circles.
“Sleep okay?” Ilya asks, because he wants to know, likes to know how Shane has slept, if he feels well rested if he had any weird dreams. He wants to know everything he can about Shane, what he thinks of the dinner they made, if he likes the movie they are watching- what tshirt he likes on Ilya better. Ilya loves getting the see the world through Shane too.
“Mmhm, good” Shane agrees and he lays the blanket over Ilya’s shoulders, his hand smooths up into the back of Ilya’s curls, fingers tangle in and scratch scratch. Ilya shivers, and he feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Cheap shot.
“But then I woke up and you weren’t there” Shane’s voice is soft and little whiny and his fingers are needing through has hair, thighs squeezing around Ilya and oh. Oh.
That’s why Shane hadn’t given him shit about the smoke. His boy woke up needy.
“Yeah?” Ilya asks then, and his other hand slides to Shane’s ass too, uses his grip to pull his his down into Ilya’s lap and there, there is the hot press of Shane’s cock through thin fabric, pushing against him.
“Yeah” Shane sighs and he repeats the down rolling motion without Ilya’s hands prompting. His hips grind down in slow pretty circles.
“Woke up needing me?” Ilya whispers, low into the curve of Shane’s jaw and Shane nods, his fingers tighten in his hair.
“Just wanted, wanted to cuddle” Shane stutters out and Ilya smirks, parts his lips and bites at Shane’s Adam’s apple. Little liar.
“Cuddle huh?” Ilya asks, and then he’s pushing his hips up now too, matching Shane’s slow rolling thrusts. His cock hardens with every rutting movement, and Ilya feels Shane’s fingers tighten in his curls with each one.
“Yeah. Cuddle” Shane replies. Horny little devil, little deceiver. Ilya thinks and he draws his nose up Shane’s neck, along his jaw, bumps his nose against Shane’s soft pout and then up to rub their noses together.
“And what about kiss?” Ilya asks, hovering his mouth a breath away from Shane’s, his hard cock pressing against Shane’s, the friction of it hot and mouth watering. The chair rocks with each honey slow rock of Shane’s hips down into him and Ilya’s thrusts up to meet him where they both ache. “Did you wake up wanting a kiss too?” Ilya breaths.
Shane lets out a soft huff through his nose, pouts his mouth in the way he always does when he’s silently asking for a kiss and Ilya has to bite his tongue to stop himself from giving in. The hump of their hips gets better, lines up just right fuck yes the drag of fabric between them, the matching rigid lines of their cocks, fully hard and aching bumping and dragging perfectly against each other. Ilya wishes he could just part Shane’s ass and push into him, that he was ready and slick and he could feel him tight and gripping.
He pulls back just enough to look over Shane’s face through low lidded eyes. Shane’s face is puffy with sleep, eyelashes clumped, a sheet crease across his cheek. The morning light is tangerine warm behind Shane, lights him like a halo, the sun behind his head, his sun warm and brilliant and beautiful and shining in his lap. Ilya pulls a hand away from Shane’s ass to cup his face in one hand, he twists his head and takes a bite of Shane’s cheek instead of his mouth and feels Shane slump into him, heavy warm, all muscle and man lovely and loose in his lap.
“Ilya” Shane whines, and Ilya smirks, presses his lips to where he’d just bitten, a tiny kiss and he smooths his hand over the back of Shane’s head. The head of his cock nudges the thickness of Shane’s and Ilya chases the exact same hot drag of that once, twice more, rocking Shane in his lap.
“Well?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, “yes, and kisses” he mutters petulantly and Ilya beams, shark smile, and tilts his head up to close the distance between them, kisses him slow and sweet, before he pushes his tongue in behind Shane’s teeth. Shane’s hand grips his hair, pulls, pulls as he kisses Ilya back, shivery and sweet. Ilya kisses the taste of coffee and cigarettes into Shane’s mouth and then they kiss the taste away all together, until they just taste like each other, saliva and skin.
Ilya’s hand slides down Shane’s neck to his chest, thumbs his nipple and Shane rolls his hips down in a heavy needy shiver, so strong the chair rocks back and the blanket slips down Ilya’s shoulders. The cold morning air prickles his skin, sharp contrast to the boy burning in his lap, the warmth he’d bought with him, Ilya hadn’t realised how cold out it was until he had a lap full of his boy.
Shane’s hands reach up and tucks the blanket back around Ilya’s shoulders, rubs his hand over the fabric as if to warm him. and Ilya grabs Shane’s face, kisses him wet and messy till his jaw aches from it. Fuck he loves him.
They cum like that, rutting against each other in sway of the rocking chair, kissing hot and messy wrapped in the one thick blanket. Shane’s big hand between them, wrapped around both of them with their spit making it a nice wet glide. when the mess of their cum is between their stomachs and hands Ilya strips his boxers fully to clean them up, and then stands with Shane gathered in his arms, walking them up to shower as Shane tucks his head into Ilya’s neck and talks about what they should make for breakfast.
okay similar concept as husky!Eddie but it's Steve post-epilogue who's gained some happy healthy weight because he's finally settled into himself and his life and you keep him really well-fed at home <3
idk there's just something so charming and drool worthy about Steve getting dressed in the morning barely able to fit those beige slacks over his thick thighs and hefty ass <3 just lying in bed watching him gripe a bit and struggle like 🥴 mhm sweetie. tell me more about how tight your jacket now feels around your shoulders. 🥴
i know this has been said 100 times but i really do wish eddie had met argyle. i think the experience of argyle listening to metal while high and eddie also being like off his head on purple palm tree delight couldve been so funny….they would’ve had a back and forth conversation nobody could even begin to make sense of
and might i add. high eddie munson couldve also given us a hysterical steddie scenario
