Shane's eyes have rolled back in his head, his fingers digging in to the muscle of Ilya's neck as he tries to keep from shouting. He's so far gone in the realm of pleasure and there's something different about tonight. Ilya's fucking him like he's got something to prove. He's not sure what but he's got no complaints. "Fuck... llya.. Please.." What he's asking for he's not quite sure, only that he wants whatever the other has for him. His legs feel like jelly and his cock is bouncing with each thrust, leaking like a fountain from the constant abuse of his prostate. He begins to whine along with each moan, hips raising to meet each of Ilya's thrusts.