The mass of shame in Shane's chest rose into his throat, he felt almost nauseous from it. He nodded uncertainly, almost opened his mouth to apologize again, but he'd apologized so much for it already that Ilya had gotten sick of it and told him to stop. His lips stayed pressed together. "I think you need to be punished."
Shane can't get out of his head and needs Ilya to be mean to him about it. Ilya knows just how to put him to good use.
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Or: five times Shane doesn’t use a safeword, and one time Ilya does.
For @mean-dom-ilya-week! I’ll just copy some of the AN here, because I think this sums it up pretty well:
This fic is sorta like the dark mirror image of "5 Times Shane and Ilya Matched Each Other's Freak." But if that fic was them happily wading hand-in-hand into the shallow end of kink, this one is more like... idk. Ilya slips off the diving board and bonks his head on the way down before splashing spectacularly into the deep end, so Shane jumps in too despite not even knowing how to swim. They almost drown and enjoy every second of it, because they are FREAKS and also madly in love.
warnings: mean ilya (obviously), remote control vibrators, public sex, bathroom sex, oral sex, anal sex, luca walks in and gets more than he bargained for
shane & ilya were out to dinner with his parents, at a fancy restaurant in downtown ottawa. ilya had been eyeing it up for awhile, but due to their schedules, they didn’t have much free time to check it out. it was summer now, right before their cottage getaway, and ilya figured it would be a good time to go. shane was all for that; they had never gone out much with his parents. dinners were usually spent at one home or another, or were almost non-existent when the season was in full swing. it was nice to unwind, or at least, it would have been for shane.
ilya had the brilliant idea to make shane wear a remote control vibrator inside of him. shane had objected strongly at first; why would ilya want him to wear that around his parents? but ilya had convinced him that it might be fun, even though it took a hell of lot of convincing and an uncharacteristic whiskey shot for shane to make it happen. ilya lubed up the toy and stuck it inside of shane, smirking and giving his ass a pat as they walked out the front door. and there they were now, sitting in front of his parents in one of the nicest restaurants in the city.
“how are things going with the team?” yuna asked, taking a sip out of her wine glass.
shane prayed that ilya wouldn’t turn that damn thing up, but his prayers fell on deaf ears. he felt the vibrator beginning to shake against his prostate and he squirmed, looking over at ilya. the bastard was smirking, his finger still on the controls. shane wanted to reach over and fucking strangle him, maybe wipe that smug smirk off of his face. see him look like that as shane was choking him. of course, knowing ilya, he would probably love it.
“things are…yeah, they’re fine,” shane said, trying to be subtle about his movements. “they’re great. the team is really…yeah.”
“are you alright?” david asked.
shane looked over to see ilya typing on his phone, giving shane a merciful break. “yeah. i’m just a little tired and have a lot on my mind.”
“oh,” david said. “well, that’s understandable. you guys played a hell of a season. winning the centaurs’ first cup with you two has to be very tiring.”
“yeah,” shane said, looking at his phone as he got a text. it was ilya: do not cum or i will not fuck you. then the vibrator was turned up again, and shane let out a soft breath. “it…yeah. yeah, it was. fuck…”
“are you sure you’re alright?” yuna asked, frowning deeply.
“yeah,” shane said, looking over at ilya as ilya cranked it up another setting. “just…fucking christ…”
ilya was laughing behind his hand and shane almost threw his drink on him.
the waiter walked over then, smiling. “how is everything?”
“great, thank you,” ilya said with a smile. “right, shane?”
shane glared daggers at him, and ilya continued after cranking it up again. shane was so glad that they sprung for the more silent model. “don’t be rude, shane.”
“yes, it’s…god…wonderful,” shane said, forcing a smile of his own. “th-thank you.”
the waiter walked away and shane saw ilya typing on his phone again. he got the text: make excuse. meet me in bathroom stall in two minutes. ilya was then saying he needed to step out for a little bit, moving out of the booth and walking toward the bathrooms. shane tried to think of something, anything, to come up with to get him out of here. he thought that he had endured enough humiliation for one evening and he wanted to see if ilya was actually going to fuck him. he felt time closing in on him, and decided to just throw out the first thing that came to mind.
“i need to make some phone calls,” shane said. “sorry. hopefully i won’t be gone for too long, though.”
before his parents could protest, shane was gone. he rushed into the bathroom, feeling the vibration of the toy against his prostate as he walked in. it was empty, thankfully, except for ilya hanging out of one of the stalls. shane walked over to him, being pulled into the stall immediately. ilya was all over him, kissing him, pushing him against the closed stall door and kissing him wildly. he cranked up the toy and shane moaned, finally able to do it now that they had a somewhat private place to be.
“you squirm too much out there,” ilya said as he broke the kiss, fisting shane’s hair roughly. “do you want to be caught? is that it?”
“no,” shane said with a whimper, looking up at ilya with glassy eyes. “fuck, i just want you to fuck me. please.”
“poor thing,” ilya said with a smirk. “what, you think i will just bend you over and fuck you? you think i will give you what you want? no.”
“no?” shane asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “what do you fucking mean, no?”
“i mean you have to earn it,” ilya said, cranking the vibrator to the highest setting. “don’t cum. if you cum, i will not fuck you.”
“still?” shane asked. “why?”
“is game we play, yes?” ilya asked, running his free hand over the front of shane’s shorts. “i want you to suck my cock.”
“and you’re gonna keep controlling that toy, i assume?” shane asked, eyeing the controls. “fuck.”
“yes,” ilya said, gesturing toward the floor. “on your knees.”
shane dropped immediately, mouthing at ilya through his shorts as one of ilya’s hands found his hair. he muttered something in russian, something that shane couldn’t translate. he unzipped ilya’s fly and pulled his cock out, feeling ilya’s hands on him as he opened shane’s mouth. shane moaned as ilya pressed inside of his mouth, pushing himself in until he was down shane’s throat. shane made a soft noise around him, controlling his gag reflex as he looked up at ilya. ilya was looking down at him with hard eyes, that coldness taking over that usually did when he was in a particular mood. shane loved it, though, maybe more than he actually should have.
“look at this,” Ilya said, grinning at shane as he tugged on his hair and kept the vibrator going. “so desperate for my cock that you are willing to choke on it. how pathetic and depraved are you? hm? you are cock whore, shane.”
shane whined around ilya’s cock, keeping his head moving. he looked up at him and saw that same hardness on his face, loving it so much. he moaned as the toy continued to vibrate against his prostate, his lashes fluttering as he willed himself not to cum. it was getting harder and harder not to, with ilya’s cock down his throat and the toy turned up high inside of him. he wanted to pull it out, but he also wanted to keep it in for ilya. all he wanted to do was please ilya, after all.
“do you want everyone to see what a whore you are?” ilya asked. “maybe we should move this outside of stall? maybe your dad will walk in.”
shane’s eyes widened and he popped off. “no. no, we can’t do that. if anyone sees us—“
ilya pushed him back onto his cock. “would give them good show, yes?”
shane’s eyes watered and ilya laughed, looking down at him as he fucked into shane’s throat. the bathroom door opened, but ilya didn’t stop. he kept thrusting into shane’s mouth, moaning, not caring who might be in there to hear him. it turned shane on more than it should have, his eyes still watering as ilya fucked deep into his throat. he pulled out after a minute and yanked shane to his feet, pulling his shorts & underwear down and withdrawing the toy. he spit in his hand to give a little extra lubrication, smearing it over his cock before pushing inside of shane with a groan.
“gospodi,” ilya said under his breath, starting to thrust immediately.
“fuck,” shane said softly, the pain & pleasure of him going in without proper lube making his head spin. “ilya…”
ilya began to thrust harder, his hands on shane’s hips as he moved. he reached down between them to grab shane’s balls, twisting as shane bit his lip to keep himself quiet. as soon as whoever was in the bathroom was gone, shane cried out, moaning loudly, unable to help himself. he gripped at the walls of the stall, needing anything at all to help keep him grounded. ilya was mercilessly fucking into him, and shane didn’t even care that they were in a filthy bathroom. it all felt too good for him to care about that. ilya pushed him down and kept going, moaning as he fucked him ruthlessly.
“shit,” shane said, closing his eyes for a moment. “ilya…please.”
“please what?” ilya asked, giving shane’s balls another twist. “what do you want? hm?”
“please let me cum,” shane said. “please. you’ve been edging me all night with that fucking thing.”
“and you liked it,” ilya said, his hips moving harder & faster against him. “because you are…what is word? deviant. you are deviant.”
“fuck you,” shane said, groaning loudly before pushing back against him. “you’re so…fuck. please.”
ilya grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “should i open door? give whoever is on other side a good look at you? let them see that ottawa’s precious, darling boy is nothing more than a pathetic, whiny, bitchy fucking slut.”
“god, ilya,” shane said, absolutely hating how much that idea turned him on. “please.”
“okay,” ilya said, opening the stall door and absolutely pounding the hell out of shane. “will you cum while looking at someone? will you let them see you?”
“yeah,” shane said, moaning hotly as ilya drove deeper into him. “god, yeah. please let me cum. please. i’ve fucking earned it.”
“you—“ ilya began, his jaw dropping in shock as the bathroom door opened and he saw who walked in. “what are you doing here?”
luca haas just looked at the scene before him, turning an interesting shade of red that shane had never seen before. luca opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, frozen like a deer in headlights. ilya wasn’t stopping, either; he fucked shane harder, faster, groaning loudly. shane just watched luca, his shocked expression, the redness of his face, and it was enough to nearly send him over the edge.
“please,” shane begged ilya. “god…fucking please, you goddamn dick.”
“hear that?” ilya asked luca. “hear how disgustingly pathetic your assistant captain is? begging for my cock like the slut he is.”
“i—“ luca said, shaking his head as he nodded toward the door. “i’ll just go…”
“what, and miss fun?” ilya asked, smirking as shane looked back at him. “no. you will stay and watch.”
“o-oh,” luca said. “okay.”
“actually,” ilya said, his smirk growing wider. “would you like to suck his cock?”
shane’s eyes widened and so did luca’s. “what?” shane asked.
“he is here and he could be handy,” ilya said. “do you both want?”
shane swallowed, looking over at luca. he was turning even redder and shane thought it would be impossible, but he was. luca took a few hesitant steps further into the bathroom, looking to shane for silent permission. shane gave it to him, nodding, and ilya laughed behind him. shane moaned as he felt luca take him down his throat, and it felt as if he wasn’t stopping. shane looked down to see that his cock was almost completely in luca’s mouth, but he wasn’t choking or gagging. did he even have a gag reflex? shane didn’t know and didn’t much care then; all he wanted was to cum. any way it could happen, that was how he wanted it.
“aww, look at you now,” ilya said to shane, holding onto his throat with one hand. “a dick in your ass and another down the throat of one of our best players. shlyukha.”
luca began to move his head up & down slowly, before speeding up gradually. shane wished he could make it last longer; fuck, he wanted this to never end. but he had been on edge all evening, and between ilya fucking him and luca blowing him, he was done for. he came hard, crying out, his eyes squeezed shut as he emptied himself down luca’s throat. ilya followed him over the edge, cumming inside of him with a groan. he pulled out and luca withdrew his mouth, swallowing shane’s cum, standing up from the floor with his blue eyes full of what looked like shyness and maybe even a little desire.
“looks like luca has problem now, too,” ilya said, gesturing toward luca’s erection that strained the front of his shorts. “what do we say to him, shane?”
“do you need help with that?” shane asked.
“yes, good,” ilya said, inserting the vibrator back inside of shane and turning it on again as shane moaned brokenly. “and what will you give him?”
“my parents—“ shane began.
“they can wait five more minutes,” ilya said, pushing shane to his knees in front of luca. “what do we give our star player, shane?”
“anything he wants,” shane said, looking up at luca as luca continued to blush.
“da,” ilya said, brushing his fingers through shane’s hair. “very good, shlyukha. what do you want, luca?”
“i should really get back—“ he began.
“no,” ilya said. “tell shane what you want him to do.”
luca swallowed, looking down at shane on his knees. “he could…um…use his mouth. on me.”
“blowjob?” ilya asked. “say it.”
“i want him to give me a blowjob,” luca said, turning even redder.
“you heard him, shane,” ilya said, reaching out to pull luca’s cock from his shorts. “he has nice cock. i am jealous.”
for the second time that evening, shane accepted a cock in his mouth from two of the best players on his team. luca groaned, closing his eyes, the light reflecting off of his glasses. shane bobbed his head, moaning as he felt the vibrator against his ass. he moved his head further down, taking more of luca in, his head dragging back up and slamming back down. luca was looking between shane and ilya, blushing still, his hips stuttering before ilya spoke.
“fuck his throat,” ilya said, holding shane down on luca’s cock. “he loves that.”
“oh, i don’t—“ luca said.
“you want to make us happy, yes?” ilya asked. “fuck his throat.”
luca started doing it, fucking into shane’s throat as shane moaned around him. it didn’t take long for luca to come undone, either, spurting down shane’s throat as he moaned. luca withdrew his cock and tucked it back into his shorts, his cheeks still bright red. ilya was hauling shane to his feet, pulling his own shorts back up as ilya smirked.
“come home with us tonight,” ilya said to luca. “we will show you more.”
“oh, i’m not….” he began, but nodded when he saw the look on ilya’s face. shane felt bad for him, being dragged into all of this. “i mean, yeah. okay.”
“good boy,” ilya said, smirking. “come on, shane. your parents are waiting.”
shane felt a tremendous amount of shame as they exited the bathroom, walking back to where his parents were waiting.
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“I got us something”, Shane murmured, just as Ilya closed the door behind their last guest.
“Is it the fact that you managed to make your parents go back to their own place tonight without having to tell them that we'll be fucking all night?” his husband – his husband!! - asked, grinning at Shane.
“No. Well, maybe that one too. But no. I want to show you, come on.”
He grabbed Ilya's hand and dragged him upstairs. Once in their bedroom, he kissed Ilya's hand and then let go, quickly moving towards the closet and starting to go through the drawer with his ties.
“You make it seem like you have another ring hidden in there”, Ilya joked, and Shane could see out of the corner of his eye that he was looking down at his hand, looking at the ring that Shane had placed on his finger just a few hours earlier.
“Not quite”, Shane chuckled, and then found what he was looking for.
Explicit, 2.6k
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Collars, Wedding Night, Possessive Ilya Rozanov, Dom Ilya Rozanov, Sub Shane Hollander, Autistic Shane Hollander
Written for Day 7 of @mean-dom-ilya-week: Into the Light
Chosen Kink: Collars (and Leashes)
Summary:
Shane gifts his husband a special gift on their wedding night. They fuck about it, possessively. Then they cuddle about it, equally possessively.
