Sex party au question. How did that go down from Ilya's pov? Did he see Shane across the room and just was enamoured with him straight away? Did he intend on taking him from Matt and fucking him? Did he see freckles and mind break? Was he fucking someone else before or just walking around??? What drew him to grabbing Shane please I must know?
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Ok from Ilya’s point of view, he goes to the club a fair bit, sometimes to fully join in and sometimes just to watch and fool around a little. He loves sex and he loves fun and this is both for him. He’s there with a couple friends, a couple other regulars, and Jay who is fun and has a very nice mouth has been keeping Iliad cock warm in his mouth while he sips at his vodka and it’s nice and it’s helping the tension of the week slip off his shoulders and he’s just watching the others in the club. He’s completely content doing just that, until- he sees him. He catches sight of his shoulders first.
Isn’t isn’t sure how he hadn’t spotted him until that moment, the boy almost too close to where Ilya was sprawled out on the sofa to see the boy collapsed on himself a meter or so from Ilya’s foot. His shoulders are strong and handsome and Ilya hums in appreciation at the line of his back, the taper of his waist, his full ass. Hot. He thinks and then frowns a little when he watches the tops rhythm closer, shorter halted thrusts that keep his cock shallow. Not how Ilya would push himself inside such a perfect ass, but he can make peace with that. But then, then shoulders pushes up onto his arms, his head tilts and Ilya can finally see him and oh. Ilya’s hand tightens in jays hair and he throbs in the man’s mouth at the sight of the bottoms face.
Ilya’s stomach twists with it, desperate aching as he watches the man’s face, brow crumbled heavily, so pretty dark strong brows and smooth glowing skin. His cheeks are flushed a dark pretty flush, blotches that glow and mirror down his neck and chest. And his mouth, his pretty pouty little fucking mouth all wet and slick from his own saliva, teeth pulling at his own lips hungrily.
Ilya can feel it like smoke in the air, ash on his fingers he needs to for this boy in his hands and kiss him, this boy needs a tongue filling his mouth, his full pink lips bitten and sucked and licked into, his soft cheeks gripped and held. Ilya can almost feel the shape of it in his hand, the heat of skin, the muscle of his jaw.
Ilya watches him get fucked, watched him squirm, squirm back towards the rob, adjust his hips, look around the room with dark searching eyes, thick lashes, watch a pretty couple right near them. Shane watches how bad this boy needs it and how bad he’s not getting it and fuck.
Ilya needs to, needs to be the one to give it to him.
He pulls Jay off his cock, a soft tap his cheek and a thank you that makes jay smile, content and rolling off Ilya’s lap to find what he wants next. Ilya watches, enamoured as pretty boy parts his wet mouth as he arches that insane body, lower back down, hips flared back, ass up and the top has his fucking eyes closed- he’s not even seeing- and then the boy licks his tongue out over his own wrist, mouths and then starts to suck at his own skin, other hand reaching down between his legs and fuck. Fuck. Ilyas on his feet, his hand catching the boys soft face and tugging him up, making those dark eyes focus up on him and fuck. He needs to be kissed. Ilyas cock pulses and he’s pushing his thumb into the boys mouth with a shaky exhale, starts exploding behind his eyelids.
He looks up at Ilya with wet big blinking eyes and like he’s found a savour and the open need and ache in his slack face makes Ilya want to slap him with his hand and his cock and then kiss is all better and make his cry and watch the wetness on his cheeks.
Ilyas pulling the boy up, up to him, hands finding him, fitting him close and the boy moves like Ilya is speaking to him, in Ilyas hands like water, like warmth, something so precious and aching. He’s sucking at Ilyas thumb like it’s his cock, tongue working as he sucks and sucks gently and fuck this needy fucking perfect little thing where did he come from . And then Ilya can pull his eyes from his mouth to see the pretty pattern of freckles over his skin and then his heart is surely exploding and he’s saying “need something in your mouth hm bunny?” He can’t help it, the endearment, this boy a needy little fucking bunny. Sweet and horny and lovely and hot and trembling with energy.
“You need a little kiss hmm?” And the way the man goes all soft eyes, heavy leans, weight leaned totally into Ilya like the other man that fucks him- isn’t even there “please” he mutters around Ilya’s thumb wet eyed and fucking desperate, arms wrapping around Ilya’s neck, slumping into him like an old body coming home and and fuck. He’s Ilya’s now.
“Please” he asks again and Ilya is so hard his vision is fuzzing, his heartbeat is in his ears and he’s starving.
“Pleaseee” Ilya cooes back, and then, then he’s kissing this needy little bunny like he’s been needing for far too long, taking his mouth before he intents to take the rest of him too.
