Ilya looked up from his phone when Shane appeared in the doorway, glowering in that adorable angry kitten way Ilya loved so much. "Yes, kotik? Something I can help you with?"
Shane clomped over to him in a huff, stopping in front of where Ilya was sitting on the couch and held out his phone. "When were you planning to tell me about this?"
Ilya leaned forward, squinting slightly. It was possible he might need glasses at some point. He hoped Shane would like them as much on him as he did on Shane.
The screen showed a Twitter post: "You heard it here first! Ilya Rozanov and NYC mayor Zohran Mamdani are officially an item! 😜😜" The post was accompanied by several rushed Photoshop edits of "Rozdani," including some that clearly had the mayor's face pasted onto Shane's body.
Ilya sat back with a thoughtful hum, looking up at Shane. "Oh, yes, I did not mention? I've been seeing him the last few months. Very good with his tongue, you know."
Shane rolled his eyes and tossed his phone onto the couch as he straddled Ilya, settling in his lap. "Such an asshole."
"Oh, yes, his asshole. Is nothing serious, of course. Just curi--"
Shane slapped his hand over Ilya's mouth, eyes sparkling in amusement as he fought a smile. "Ilya fucking Rozanov, don't you dare..."
Ilya grinned against Shane's hand, darting his tongue out to lick at his fingers as his hands came up to run along the curve of Shane's ass. "What?" he asked through Shane's fingers, the picture of innocence with eyebrows raised.
With a low growl Shane removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, shoving his tongue into Ilya's mouth and rolling his hips for emphasis. "Mine," he said between kisses.
"Mine." A kiss to Ilya's cheekbone.
"Mine." His eyebrow.
"Mine, mine, mine."
A whine worked its way out of Ilya's throat as Shane started sucking on one his ear lobes as one hand found its way into Ilya's pants.
"Say it," Ilya's husband breathed into his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. His husband. "Say it, baby."
"Yours," Ilya sighed, head tilting back, pushing up into Shane's touch, hands starting to tug needily at Shane's shirt. "Yours, yours, yours."
