#ler!ilya rozanov

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Unexpected Enjoyment

Summary: Shane and Ilya have been apart for a few weeks, and show how much they have missed each other when they're together again. While kissing Shane's thighs, Ilya comes to learn that they're not only sensitive but a very quick turn on for Shane.

A/N: it's been a bit since I've been able to write anything but I wrote this is one sitting so I hope it's okay, WARNING this is much more NSFW than anything I've written previously. Hope you enjoy!

Both Ilya and Shane had been busy for the past weeks with hockey and different tasks, so they had both been stressed and busy. With hockey, especially during the season, they rarely got to see each other more than a few days, maybe a week at a time. Now that they finally had some free time, they showed exactly how much they missed each other.

The two were currently laid on the bed, Shane under Ilya, fully bare and the room dimly lit. They'd already been going at it for around an hour but were nowhere near stopping.

Ilya kissed Shane's chest and downward, his breath hot as he found Shane's hip and bit it gently, listening to the moans that resulted.

"You are so responsive." Ilya murmurs as his lips trail downwards. Shane whines at his words and Ilya grins up at him. "What? You do not like my compliments?"

"Stop teasing." Shane replies, watching Ilya skim his lips over his skin, touching down everywhere but Shane's hardness that needed attending to.

"I'm not teasing." Ilya says, kissing his hip again before spreading his legs open. "I'm just building you up."

"Yeah, teasing." Shane raises an eyebrow.

"Stop talking before I put your mouth to some good use besides complaining."

Shane listened but didn't hide his grin. Ilya shifted downwards until he was comfortable laying on the bed with his head basically between Shane's thighs. He kissed the soft skin of the inside of his thighs, his other hand mindlessly tracing up and down in teasing circles.

This was Ilya's favorite part (besides the obvious favorite) but he also knew it was Shane's favorite part too, despite how much he complained. The teasing, working him up, building tension just to release it all, was everything.

Ilya nipped the baby smooth skin of Shane's inner thighs and kissed the spot better. He changed from peppering kisses to hot, wet, open mouthed ones, using his tongue to trace along Shane's thigh.

"F-Fuck." Shane groans, covering his face with his hands as his upper body squirms in attempt to not move his legs.

"Feel good?" Ilya hummed against his skin, letting his cheek rest on Shane's knee momentarily.

"Y-yeah," Shane nods as he moves to grip the headboard. "Feels weird too."

"That good?" Ilya raised an eyebrow as Shane holds tightly onto the wooden piece of headboard. "I didn't think you'd need to grip onto something for just kissing."

Shane eyerolled and scowled. "Shut up."

"Oh, I would not be saying that to me if I were you." Ilya grinned, his smile toothy and lethal, his look alone sending a pleasant shiver down Shane's spine.

Ilya leaned back down and resumed his previous actions, his unoccupied hand tracing the opposite thigh while he laid kiss after kiss to the inside of Shane's thigh, moving up higher to thinner skin.

"Ilya," Shane's voice was breathy, his torso squirmed restlessly.

"Stay still." Ilya said, voice firm but gentle. Even after his words, he still pinned down Shane's leg with one hand as he spread his leg further open to get to the top of Shane's thigh. He pressed kisses up to the soft inner crease of Shane's thigh, which produced a loud whine and then moan.

Shane's hands flew down to Ilya's hair, gripping his soft curls in a tight fist. Ilya continued his actions, his other hand moving to squeeze Shane's free thigh in praise.

"Oh my gosh," Shane whined. "Ilya- you've gotta stop."

"You're doing good." Ilya murmurs, kissing the inner skin gently and still squeezing his thigh repeatedly.

"It's not that-" Shane started to say before he was taken over by a loud giggle fit when Ilya traced the upper inside of his thigh with his tongue.

Ilya expression was enamored and his head flew up to look at Shane, a smile borne on his freckled lover.

"It tickles?" Ilya grins and Shane huffs, his cheeks already turned red.

"It's sensitive." Shane corrects and Ilya raises an eyebrow.

"So, ticklish."

"No, it's more-" Shane went to say before Ilya squeezed the inside of his thigh, digging his thumb in and rubbing circles to the muscle. Shane immediately laughed, and reached a hand down to grab Ilya's.

"Still want to say it's not ticklish?" Ilya asks smugly.

"Be nice." Shane mumbles with a soft pout that he'd deny until the day he died.

"You sometimes do not want nice." Ilya says, which doesn't help with Shane's red cheeks.

"Shut up." Shane glares and Ilya crawls his hand up to Shane's inner and upper thigh, teasingly pinching which has Shane giggling in seconds. Shane grabs the offending hand and scowls at Ilya. "Quit."

"Why? You don't like it?" Ilya asks and grins when Shane hesitates. "Oh?"

"I hate you."

"No you don't, who will take care of your hard issue without me?" Ilya grins and Shane pouts.

"Okay, how about this, I give you a proposition." Ilya says. "I will continue on your inner thighs and you will be still, and then I will suck your dick, fuck you, whatever you want. But you have to be still."

Shane contemplates it for a moment but nods with a huff. "Fine."

Ilya smiled as he leaned back down, putting one hand on Shane's thigh and his lips on thd other. "Are you going to be a good boy and stay still?

"You have my come dried on your chest, by the way." Shane retorts. Ilya scowls and pinches his inner thigh again in retribution for his snark.

"Okay, okahay!" Shane giggles. "Yes, I'll be gold." Shane murmurs and he could already feel himself getting hard again.

"Good." Ilya said before diving back down. His lips found the soft crease of Shane's thigh and resumed kissing the spot while he hand squeezed up and down the other thigh.

"Oh my gosh." Shane laughed quietly, covering his face as he fought the urge to squirm.

"Tickles?" Ilya asked despite knowing the obvious answer. He let his tongue slip out and, while holding down Shane's thigh, trace the soft crease between Shane's thigh and crotch.

Shane burst into laughter, his hands flying down to hold onto Ilya but not push him away. He threw his head back as his mirth filled the room, his cheeks still a bright red.

The tickling felt so much more intense then any other times Ilya had tickled him. The tickling not only felt intense but was quickly starting to do much more than make him laugh. Maybe it was because he was already worked up and sensitive, maybe it was because it was so close to his dick. Either way, the sensations and movements, the teasing and touching, all started to amount to an ever hardening length, his body getting turned on faster than he imagined it could.

Ilya quickly noticed but didn't stop to tease for once but continued his actions. Shane gripped Ilya's free hand as it pressed circles into the muscle of his thigh, sending ticklish sparks up his thigh.

"Does it feel good?" Ilya murmurs. "Is that why you're hard?"

"Shut up!" Shane giggled, doing his best to stay as still as he could with such intense tickling. "Stohohop!"

"I don't think that's what you want me to do, is it?" Ilya hummed into his thigh which just made Shane laugh even more. "I might not even need to suck your dick at this rate."

"Ilya!" Shane tossed his head back as the blonde went back to kissing, his tongue tracing a path of ticklish waves that tingled and lingered.

"Beg me to stop and I will." Ilya says into his thigh.

"Plehehease!" Shane laughs, his back arching off the bed. "Ilya, plehease!"

Ilya hummed into his thigh but took his pleas as sufficient and moved his mouth from Shane's thigh to where he wanted it most, finally giving Shane what he wanted. His hands however, continuing tickling and squeezing Shane's thighs, leaving Shane to moan and laugh in unison.

The feeling was incredible, Shane's body feeling lit up in so many different ways. Once he'd come (which didn't take long) Ilya's hands stopped squeezing and simply rubbed up and down his legs as Shane calmed down.

"You okay?" Ilya asks softly, crawling upwards to Shane. "I didn't go too far, did I?"

"No, no," Shane shook his head as he panted, feeling shakey in the best possible way. "It was great."

"Well I figured that." Ilya grins and Shane shuts him up with a kiss.

"Asshole." Shane says between kisses.

"You love me." Ilya replies.

Shane didn't have a retort back because what Ilya said was true, so he kept kissing. Ilya pulled back after a few moments, smiling down at Shane.

"I think next time we should get restraints."

Shane almost choked on his own spit. "Restraints?"

"For your legs. When I tickle you." Ilya clarifies. "I think it would be much easier that way. Though you did a good job at staying still for me."

Shane beams under the praise and accepts Ilya's kiss immediately. He curls around Ilya, tucking himself against the man's chest and tried to ignore the excited feeling swirling in his stomach at the thought of there being a next time for the tickling combined with sex.

[tricks-tickles]

Under Pressure

ao3 is down so fine i’ll do it myself

heated rivalry has been consuming me mind body and soul so i had to exorcise it into this fic (dint work) (still there)

word count: 1236

pairing: Ler!Ilya/Lee!Shane

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Shane was not having a good day. There wasn’t a good reason for it, or so he told himself, just a build up of little irks that led him to stand in the hotel elevator, drumming his fingertips against his leg incessantly. He hadn’t even pressed the floor number yet, and was just standing in the elevator like a weirdo.

It started in the morning. Waking up in slightly scratchy hotel sheets, he decided to go for an early run before the game that afternoon. His mom had called, and her usual reminders felt more like nagging. It left him walking back to the hotel, going ‘Yes, Mom, I remembered that. Yeah, I won’t forget. Yes, you know I have actually played the Raiders before?’ Then she got upset with him for being short with her. Shane knew she loved him. He loved her. Still, he was 24 years old and wished she would remember that sometimes.

When he got back to the hotel, Ilya still hadn’t responded to his text from yesterday, which was fine, really, then Shane realised he had actually forgotten his protein powder that he had just insisted he remembered. Which was. Fine. He would just use Hayden’s, only it wasn’t the whey blend that he liked, and so he only drank half his smoothie.

So then Shane was hungry before the game. And the seam of his socks was sitting directly beneath his toes, which he only realised when he was laced up, meaning he had to take his skates and both pairs of socks off to fix them.

And then they lost. Honestly, the loss wasn’t even that high on the list of upsets. He had played a lot of games, and lost a lot too. At least Ilya was there, and sent his room number right before they were going to play, along with a series of increasingly ridiculous emojis.

Now he was in the elevator. Fidgeting. He was always excited to see Ilya, maybe too much, but there was a stiff ball of tension wound in his chest, and he wasn’t sure great sex was going to unwind it all the way. Not that Ilya wouldn’t try.

And try he did, as soon as Shane actually made his way to his room, he was pulled inside. Ilya pressed him against the door, kissing him long and slow, moving to his neck.

“Missed you.” He muttered against Shane’s neck, making him shiver.

“I-ah, missed you too.” He said, pretty sure Ilya was just joking anyway. His hands roamed from Ilya’s waist, up his back, tightening as Ilya gripped his thighs, lifting him easily. As Ilya picked him up, and Shane felt his arms tightly around him, he felt something deep within him relax, just a bit. Then he was dumped on the bed, with Ilya looming over him.

“You are tense.” He said, squeezing Shane’s arms. Shane leaned forward to take his t-shirt off, regretting the way he had to throw it to the side.

Ilya pressed a kiss to his sternum, then to his stomach, “Let me make you feel good.”

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Recently, when they had finished, Ilya would lie next to him, one arm wrapped around his waist. Sometimes they’d even talk, a little, before parting again.

Ilya pressed a sleepy kiss against his shoulder, “You are still tense.”

Shane shrugged, “Just not a good day.” He said softly, “Don’t worry, it wasn’t your performance.”

Ilya grinned, his teeth grazing Shane’s neck, “Was not worried about that.”

They were quiet for another moment, as Shane debated whether or not to say something else.

“Anything I can do?” Ilya asked. Shane was sure he meant something like slide his hand down Shane’s boxers and go for round two, but…

“Um. Could you- I mean.”

Ilya hummed encouragingly.

“It felt good when you picked me up.” Shane said at last, his cheeks reddening slightly.

“You want me to pick you up?” Ilya asked.

“No, no, I don’t think so…” Shane thought about it, remembering what usually made him feel better. Piling his pillows and blankets on him had worked when he was a stressed-out teen.

“Could you,” He took a breath, “Lie on top of me?”

He could feel Ilya’s raised eyebrow without looking.

“I will crush you,” Ilya said, “Like a bug.”

“Fuck off, no you won’t.” Shane responded quickly, giving Ilya a shove, “Just, lie on top of me. The pressure helps.”

Ilya hummed, “Your funeral.” He said, shifting around to lie on top of Shane, flopping down like an oversized labrador.

“Oof, not like this, asshole.” Shane grumbled, “Like, wrap your arms around me and squeeze.”

“So demanding,” Ilya said, obligingly.

His strong arms went around Shane, all the way till his fingertips touched Shane’s sides. He squeezed, gentle, and Shane felt that ball of stress start to unwind.

Shane let out a content sigh, his arms squished against his chest.

“Feels good?” Ilya asked. Shane nodded, pressing his head into Ilya’s neck.

They lay like that for a few minutes, until Shane finally felt the last bit of discomfort leave him.

“Okay,” He said, “I’m good.”

“Okay, but what if I don’t want to move now?” Ilya teased, “Is pretty comfortable.”

“Asshole,” Shane said, wiggling, “Get off.”

“Mmh. No.” Ilya said, squeezing Shane tighter. His fingers curled into Shane’s sides, making him jerk and twitch.

“S-stop!” He choked out, not expecting the electric tingles that came off of Ilya’s fingers.

“Ahh, I forgot. Mighty Shane Hollander is very ticklish.” Ilya breathed the words into Shane’s neck, making his shoulders scrunch up. Over the years they had accidentally tickled each other a couple of times, but this was the first time there was intention.

“Rozanov, stop! I-I’m serious.”

Ilya stopped wiggling his fingers into Shane’s sides, “Too ticklish for a hug, so sad.” He pouted, pulling back.

Shane felt the loss sweep through him, as he thought helplessly, not yet, just another minute, please- and so he said, with false bravado,

“I’m not that ticklish, fuck off.” He looked away, his cheeks definitely pink now.

Ilya grinned, his fingers diving back into Shane’s ribs.

“No?” He asked, “Then you will not laugh if I do this?”

Shane did laugh, immediately, his back arching as Ilya’s fingers wormed their way higher, into his armpits.

“Seems very ticklish to me,” Ilya said, grabbing Shane’s flailing hands with his own. He leaned down, nosing into Shane’s neck.

“Rohozanohov!” Shane giggled, kicking his legs weakly.

“Hollander,” he teased. Ilya sat up, straddling Shane’s thighs as he still giggled weakly. If Shane’s eyes were open, he would have seen the look of pained awe as Ilya stared down at him. Snapping out of it, Ilya gave Shane’s hips a small pinch, making him buck.

“Very, very ticklish.” He said sternly.

“Whatever, so are you.” Shane shot back.

Ilya reeled in mock offense, “Not true. Russians do not have this.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” Shane said.

The moment was over. They detangled, and Shane put his (sadly wrinkled) clothes back on while Ilya watched from the bed.

“See you…” Shane trailed off, thinking of their next game.

“Later.” Ilya finished.

Shane nodded, “Later.”

“Goodnight, Rozanov.” He added.

Ilya nodded, “Goodnight, Hollander.” He said.

Shane turned and made for the door. As he glanced back, Ilya looked almost sad.

It was probably nothing.

He slipped out, shutting the door behind him with a click.

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Puppy Love

"Who's my good puppy? Hm?"

Shane whined at Ilya's words, slapping away the hand that came near his neck. "Quit."

"Why are you blocking my affection?" Ilya said as he rolled over on the bed to lay more across Shane.

"You know why." Shane replies with a held back smile, biting his lip as he eyes Ilya's hand.

"I really don't." Ilya says as he reaches over with the hand out of Shane's sight, scritching under Shane's chin. A wide grin spread on Ilya's face as Shane burst into quiet giggles.

"Y-Yes, you dohoho!" Shane laughs, scrunching up and weakly batting at Ilya's hand.

"Oh, but you are smiling." Ilya said as he scribbles around his chin to under Shane's jaw. "You must like it if you're smiling."

"I'm smiling because you're tihihickling me, asshole." Shane bites back but his laughter and smile ruin any feigned anger.

"Mmm, same thing." Ilya teased as his other hand quickly joined the fray, fluttering gently against Shane's ear and side of his neck, pulling a surprised squeak from Shane.

"Oh? Maybe you aren't my puppy." Ilya says with a fond smile as Shane tries to crush his fingers against his shoulder. "That sounded more like a mouse to me."

"Shut up!" Shane giggled, which he would deny to his last breath.

"Fine, if that's what you want." Ilya shrugged before diving his head down into Shane's neck, pressing messy but ticklish kisses to his lovers neck that had Shane lost in his own mirth.

"Nohoho!" Shane throws his body away from Ilya but he quickly wraps his free arm around Shane to keep him still, wiggling fingers into his ribs as a warning.

"What? I am being quiet." Ilya murmured against the skin of Shane's neck, licking a stripe up Shane's neck to under his jaw before nibbling the spot.

Shane whined through laughter, feeling very trapped but in a good way. Sure it tickled but having Ilya all over him, play fighting, and kissing wasn't so bad. He still fought against the feeling but that was mostly institutional.

Ilya pulled him from these thoughts with a raspberry into the crook of Shane's neck, shaking his head to rub his stubble against Shane's skin.

"Asshole!" Shane shrieked.

"I could make this much worse for you." Ilya says with warning in his tone.

"Please don't." Shane laughs as he tries to roll away from Ilya but is quickly reeled back yet again.

"So you're begging?" Ilya grins. "Say 'please'."

Shane grits his teeth through his laughter and shakes his head. He tries to fight Ilya's hands but it's a losing battle as Ilya finds the spot between his neck and shoulder that makes Shane cackle.

"Okahahay! Please, Ilya!" Shane yells through his mirth.

"Good puppy." Ilya smiles smugly and moves his hands from the crease of his shoulder and neck to under his chin, pulling sweet giggles out of Shane like taffy.

"I h-hehehey!-hate you." Shane giggles, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back, letting Ilya do what he wanted.

"I love you too." Ilya grinned.