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i swear sometimes post fuck ilya looks at shane’s hole and has this face 🥹 like near tears he is so in love with shane’s sweet hole how vulnurable it looks he sniffles a little and shane looks at him like 🤨 over his shoulder like are you okay? ilya being like i just love it so much, pretty little hole. so pretty and lovely for me always. my darling. 🥹 shane attempts to roll his eyes but secretly he’s like. feeling so buzzy and giddy abt it
No genuinely. Like that’s his. His Shane, his hole, his boy!!! Okay sometimes thinks about the first time he got Shane on his stomach and his fingers touching at Shane’s pretty little hole. How she he had been, how nervous. How squirmy. Now he lets Ilya shane and trim him here, he loves when Ilya applied cream after sex for him- when Ilya eats him out Shane shamelessly pushes himself down into Ilya’s starving mouth, arching up into it. He trusts Ilya so completely with this part of him, it’s Ilya’s. And Ilya just adores him, loves Shane so much and most of all loves to be the one that cares for him here, his most intimate place. He feels a sense of ownership, over it, adoration, the place he fits best, the place that keeps his cock warm, the place they can join each other, connect. Ilya will kiss and eat him for hours, dizzying indulging in it. He can cum just from eating Shane out, cock shooting untouched against his abdomen.
And YES Shane adores the adoration. Loves how Ilya makes every part of his body feel beautiful- the thing he used to be so ashamed of, him and the dildo he bought half drunk under the covers of his bed biting his nails off in shame shame. The worry he’d felt when he’d get off and press a finger over his hole, how hard it would make him cum. The knot in his stomach when he’d used the toy for the first time and how much he loved it, how good it felt. And now to feel so, good, so beautiful there, for Ilya to own him there too, to want to kiss and lick and shower praise over his asshole. It’s like dizzying.
Actually FUCK IT list of times Shane calls Ilya baby:
- Ilya gets a sunburn during the first cottage summer and neither of them realize it until Ilya is taking his shirt off that night and Shane sees the lobster-red flush across his shoulders. He sucks in a hiss through his teeth and says, "Oh, baby, ouch," and presses the big, broad pads of his fingertips so tenderly to Ilya's shoulder and Ilya has to close his eyes because he feels like he's going to crack apart.
- When he answers the phone and he's alone. "Hi baby," said so softly if it's been a long day. Or a hard one. Or if it's late. "Hey baby," more energetically, usually in the morning, in a way that reminds Ilya of how his teammates answer the phone to their girlfriends and wives. Masculine and jockish and very North American in a way that makes Ilya feel pleased for Shane, in a weird way.
- Glass on the floor in the kitchen. Ilya blindly following the sound of the shatter and not really even thinking about it until he's standing amongst the shards and Shane is gesturing frantically with the broom. "Put on some fucking shoes, baby, please! Fuck, where are your slides--no, don't move, I'll get them--"
- Said gently, as a question, on days when he perhaps stays in bed longer than can be justified by sleepiness.
- "Hey, baby," said some mornings when Ilya comes downstairs dressed for the day and Shane really likes his outfit. Usually an indication that Ilya will not be wearing those clothes for very long.
- In bed less often than you'd think. Really a vanilla sex only thing, because being called baby can sometimes bring Ilya out of it when he's really in the groove. But Shane will lose it a little sometimes, when Ilya says, "Tell me you like it," and Shane says, "Yes baby fuck fuck I like it fuck please don't stop fuck baby please let me cum" and that's. Very good. Obviously.
- Said with a very particular warning lilt and only AFTER Shane has already said, "Ilya." and then, "Rozanov." In the same tone. This is actually one of only two circumstances where the very elusive 'babe' comes into play. If Shane REALLY wants Ilya to stop whatever he's doing or saying, it's a hand around the wrist and the word, "Babe," quiet but firm. And it does shut Ilya up approximately 100% of the time.
- Other instance of 'babe': Any sort of crowd. 'Ilya' is three syllables (Because Shane...pronounces it a bit wrong.) and unique enough that Shane sometimes worries about drawing attention. 'Babe' is one syllable and can be barked above the crowd in the Captain Hollander voice loud enough that Ilya will have no choice but to hear him if he's within the surrounding 500 feet. They have Marco-Polo'd themselves back to each other with 'BABE' and 'SHANE' multiple times in multiple countries.
- One time someone accidently brings several bottles of fortified wine to the barbecue. It's quite high proof for wine and several people get tipsier than normal, including Shane. Halfway through the evening he puts his head on Ilya's shoulder and plays with his fingers and murmurs, "My baby," into the seam of his shirt and Ilya, looking down at him so fondly, says, "Yes. Yours. Drink some water for me, sweetheart."
- "YES BABY." Yelled directly in Ilya's face during goal cellies. Obviously. This is also the first thing Ilya hears when the ringing in his ears stops after he scores the game-winning goal in overtime in game seven of the Stanley Cup finals. Knees on the ice, sobbing, screaming, laughing, and his husband barrels towards him at damn near light speed, tackles him, skids onto his knees and sends them sliding along the ice together, knocks Ilya's helmet off and puts his hands on his face and yells Yes baby! Fuck yes, baby! We did it!
Shane hole aftercare. After Ilya fucks him within an inch of his life, he wants to make sure Shane isn’t actually hurt. In their early days, Shane is lowkey so embarrassed by this. “Hollander. I just had my tongue up your ass. Let me check you’re okay.” Shane grumbles and says he’d know if there were any tears or anything, but Ilya insists. Wipes his hole of the leftover lube (and later, cum) and gives him a little check to make sure everything looks okay. No tears. Only minor redness. Etc. When he finishes he gives Shane’s hole a little kiss with a MWAH! Shane is blushing the whole time, but he secretly loves it. Ilya is being so sweet and gentle with him. Once they’re boyfriends/husbands, it becomes one of both of their favorite parts of aftercare.
Baby ! I read this last night and was like wow wow wow and then immediately fell asleep before I could properly reply to you. Forgive me ! Because this is YUM yum yum yum so perfect good. Ilya’s number 1 priority is Shane, always, during sex and I know 1000% he is so thorough and gentle and sweet with Shane after he’s fucked him stupid. He’s 1) so appreciative of Shane’s body, that Shane gives it to him, submits it to him and trusts Ilya to use him and make him feel good and look after him 2) he’s so reverent of Shane’s body, Shane’s body is his profession, his life and Ilya understands that, so aftercare is always making sure his Shane is okay, not just mentally but physically as well.
Hole aftercare is such an important part of it, the most intimate, after the buzz of horniness has washed away, letting Ilya see him there closely, check him and look after him. The most intimate part of him. I think during their situationship era it was kinda few and far between, depending on the vibe between them, if Shane would let Ilya check him- it would only be after rougher sex and even then Shane would fuss after a few seconds, saying see I’m fine. Maybe he’d let Ilya linger once or twice long enough to give it a soft kiss. But usually at the most let Ilya wipe away the extra lube and feel with his fingers but not get back between his legs.
Then they are together and in LUV! And boyfriendsss so it’s not scary, letting Ilya see him like that, he already has his whole heart between his teeth. And they both really love it, it makes Shane a bit dizzy when Ilya will finally pull out after sex and shuffle Shane onto his side or his tummy or shuffle down between his legs and put them over Ilya’s shoulders so he can check him. Ilya in a soft happy voice with such affection it’s dizzying to Shane (like Ilya has such a love, reverence for this part of him, where he takes Ilya) “there he is” sometimes “there she is” when he wants to make Shane blush and fuss and bitch at him. Soft kisses and little strokes of his fingertips, licks where he’s swollen and puffy sometimes.
Shane will sometimes wriggle and sigh and start to get hard again and Ilya will look up with questioning eyes and Shane will nod but say “gentle” and Ilya will nod and say “of course, let me kiss it all better” and eat Shane out gently and slow and mostly soft kisses and broad licks till Shane is coming again, thighs squeezing.
Its tutting and little sorries with a gentle touches of the pad of his thumb if there is a hairline tear or friction marks that look painful. Sometimes his fingers back inside or tongue for a while it Shane is achy and complaining about feeling too empty after being stretched for so long.
Then it’s cleaning him during the shower, fingers to help clear out his cum, cuddled close and kissing and talking as they do. It’s ilya laying sleeping Shane out on the bed and rubbing the scent free, hypoallergenic dermatologist approved skin ointment, thick and soft like like parrafin that melts into oil like shine over Shane’s hole and ass and between his thighs, gentle massaging if Ilya had him folded up to take him. Sometimes Ilya falling asleep with naked Shane on his chest, Ilya’s hand on his ass, fingers gently rubbing and touching between his ass cheeks as they drift off to sleep together.
shane's face after ilya picks him up my god he's so turned on. this guy is 200lbs of pure muscle he follows a diet other professional athletes have never even heard of and spends half his life in the gym, the other half muscling big strong hockey players out the way to get to a puck. and ilya just lifted him right off the ground and is ferrying him over to the bed where he Is Going To Fuck Him. my sweet steaming-engine-brain shane has never blanked so hard in his life. he's barely a person in this moment he is just Hormone
[A 2.3k forced breeding roleplay ficlet from this ask. Enjoy!]
Shane is lying face down, ass up in the bed whining as Ilya slowly and methodically preps him with his fingers, stretching his hole so slowly he wants to cry. And they haven't even started yet. "'S enough, Ilya. Please! I'm ready!" Ilya pulls his fingers out with an evil chuckle. "Oh, I did not realise you were one doing all the work, Hollander. You think you are ready for me? Want me to put it straight in?" He smacks his cock against Shane's wet hole, the slap echoing around the room obscenely. "N-no. C-condom. Please Ilya! Condom p-please. Need you." Shane is grinding his hips back against where Ilya's cock rests in the cleft of his ass. His hole is twitching hungrily and he's panting and flushed. Fuck. He looks ruined already. Ilya wants to draw this out even longer.
"But you are so impatient, like a little slut. Are you sure you can wait? I will have to go find one. Am not used to fucking such good girls." He doesn't make any moves to get up. Shane shivers and gasps. "Please, Ilya! P-please need a condom. Don' wanna get pregnant. Fuck! Just go!" Ilya strokes the tip of his cock slowly back and forth through the mess of spit and lube on Shane's hole. "What if I want you to get pregnant? What if I want to put my baby inside you? You think you could stop me? Look at you. You're useless." He pushes the tip just inside Shane's rim, just the smallest, slightest stretch. Shane cries. "Il-lyaa! Please, I need you! Please, please use a condom. I'm scared. I can't get p-pregnant! Th-they won't let me play!" He's hiccupping and sobbing, snot going all over Ilya's pillow.
"Fiiiine." Ilya lets out a long-suffering groan as he heaves himself up off the bed to go and find a condom for his princess. Before he leaves, he reaches around Shane to give his cock a mean tug as it hangs uselessly beneath him. Shane cries out, his back arching as he tries to get away from the intense sensation. Ilya swats him on the ass muttering under his breath about his spoiled brat as he saunters out of the room. After what feels like an eternity to Shane, but is really only five minutes, Ilya returns with a single condom in his hand. It really did take him a while to find one. It's been so long since they stopped using them. "Found one in old pair of jeans. Had to dig through dirty washing for this Hollander. Happy?" Shane nods his head vigorously against the pillows. "Yeah, yeah, please put it on. Need you so bad! C'mon."
Ilya makes a show of tearing the packet open with his teeth, baring his canines at Shane. "Y-you shouldn't do that," Shane whimpers. "You could t-tear a hole in it." His cock is leaking steadily beneath him and Ilya wonders if he'll even last two strokes of his cock. "Bah! You worry too much Hollander. Has never happened to me before." Shane is feeling delirious by the time Ilya has messed around with the condom, rolling it on and sinking straight into him in one fluid motion. He groans as the air is punched out of him. He feels Ilya's cock bullying its way in, rearranging him to make room inside. He feels so full. Ilya rests for a moment fully sheathed, before dragging out slowly and punching his way back in. The wail that forces itself out of Shane's throat is wrecked.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight. You're fucking milking me. Such a good hole. Gonna wreck it. Gonna stuff you full." Ilya's mouth keeps spurting filth as he rams his cock in again and again. The force of his thrusts shoves Shane further up the bed each time, forcing his face deeper into the pillows. Shane is clinging to the sheets, hips rocking back, trying to meet Ilya's thrusts. His hole is stretched so tight around Ilya, a delicious burn that makes him crave more. Shane's whines and cranes his neck to watch Ilya above him. The firm grip on his hips, the sweat running down his neck, the fierce dark look in his eyes as he claims Shane's hole. "Please," he whispers, his throat ruined from the crying and gasping and begging. "Harder, please." Shane looks up at Ilya with his big brown eyes, shimmering with need. Ilya chokes on a breath, ruts sharply into Shane before burying himself to the hilt and coming.
The sight of Ilya coming undone takes Shane to the edge. He's so desperate he squeezes his hole around Ilya, trying to simulate the feeling of being fucked still. Ilya has stopped moving. That's when he feels it. The slow warmth of cum filling him. A trickle down onto his balls. His head whips up. "Ilya. Wha-what did you do?" Ilya is staring down at where they're still fully connected. "Think I maybe fucked you too hard and condom broke." He's trying to sound sincere but there's a smirk on his face. Shane tries desperately to pull himself off Ilya's cock but he's still being held by his hips in a vice-like grip. "Fuck! Ilya, get off! Oh my God, I can't believe you! What the fuck?" Ilya leans over Shane to smother him with his weight, his mouth landing just behind Shane's ear. He presses a wet kiss there, whispering hot on his neck. "What? You don't want my baby Hollander? That is rude. I would be very good daddy. And I think you will be very good mommy." Shane whimpers weakly, "I-Ilya. Get off."
Ilya pretends to consider it. "Hmm, no. I like it here, nice and warm inside. And you still have not come. I am not bad lover." He starts to grind his hips, nudging on Shane's prostate and making him groan. Shane feels more wetness leaking out of him and buries his face in the pillows in shame. He scrabbles behind him, fingers biting into the arms holding him down, legs kicking beneath him, trying to get Ilya off of him. "You fucking asshole! Don' want your baby. Get the fuck off me!" Ilya straightens back up before landing a harsh smack on Shane's ass, making him cry out. "So ungrateful! You know how many girls would love to have my baby inside them? I choose you Hollander, and you don't even want it. But it's too late now." He reaches around to pat the soft round of Shane's stomach, gets his lips back on Shane's ear, whispering. "Is done. Can you feel it?" Shane feels Ilya's dick, all the way up in his guts still. He shivers again, a groan escaping him. "D-did you plan this? T-to get me…pregnant?" His timid voice shakes with the heaviness of shame, and yet underlying pleasure. Ilya wants to laugh. This whole fucked up scenario had been born from his horny husband's brain.
"What do you think, my love?" Ilya's voice is deep and wicked. "You think I could resist? Is just natural. Instinct. And you took it all so well." Ilya moves to kiss the back of his neck before biting a bruise into it. Shane whines and bucks his hips. He's still leaking all over the bed, hard as a fucking rock. "Are you done complaining now my princess? Want to have some more fun?" Ilya is hardening quickly with Shane's body writhing beneath him. He looks as if he's unsure if he wants to run away, hide or get fucked again. Ilya makes the decision for him, drawing his cock slowly out of Shane's ass until the tip catches on his rim. He's careful not to break the seal and let too much cum escape. Shane is whimpering, face fully hidden in the pillows again. As Ilya's cock pounds back into him he forgets entirely what they were arguing about, can think of nothing but the brutal pace at which he's being fucked. Every thrust lights his prostate on fire and his head goes fuzzy as his vision blurs with tears.
Ilya is panting and moaning above him, eyes fixated on the stretch of Shane's rim and the small trails of cum leaking out around his cock. "Ugh, yeah. Gonna fuck you full of my babies. Take it! Fuck!" Shane's brain has leaked out his ears, his voice slurring as his words are punched out of him. "Ye-eah, mmb-uh-by, yours-s 'lya!" Ilya does not slow his pace as he pants out, "Yeah? You wan' it now? Want my babies, Hollander? Fuck! You're so good, so good for me. Just taking it all. Gonna be my pretty wife. Gonna keep you full and pregnant. All mine." Shane is aware that he's come approximately thirty seconds after the fact. His vision comes back to him slowly, ears ringing as he tries to lift his head. His body is vibrating. He tunes in to Ilya still grunting above him, occasionally letting out what Shane supposes is a string of Russian, although everything sounds a bit gibberish to him at present.
He hears Ilya in the distance give a shout and then feels warmth spreading through him again. Fuck, he's supposed to be mad at Ilya. He buries his head in the pillows and shakes it side to side, whining. "N-no! No, no, nooo! Ilya, please!" Ilya lets out a groan, lazily moving Shane by his hips, back and forth on his softening cock as he rides out the waves of his second orgasm. "Mmph- off. G' off Ilya." Shane's protests are becoming less and less convincing. "No. Have to make sure it takes. Two big loads should make nice strong russian baby." Shane huffs out a breath. His words have lost their bite. "Fuckin' hate you. You tricked me." Ilya rolls them into their side, keeping them connected at the hips. He hooks his chin on Shane's shoulder, murmuring into his ear. One arm is thrown across his hip, rubbing soft circles on his stomach. "Is ok. I know you wanted it, even if you will not admit. You will look very sexy, all big and round belly. I will rub your feet and bring you snacks and take you to special baby doctor appointments. We will go buy tiny clothes and tiny pair of skates for our little star hockey player."
Shane sniffles, a tear sliding down his nose. "Stop it, Ilya." Ilya shuffles to press kisses up Shane's neck and across his cheek. "Oh malysh, you are sad I can't actually give you my baby? You want to keep trying?" Shane swats at his hand. "You're such an asshole. But you would be a good daddy. One day." Ilya bites his ear. "You will make me cry now Shane, and that is not good look for me after mind-blowing sex. You will think I am all soft inside." Shane reaches a hand up behind him to cup Ilya's cheek. "I already know you're a big softie. That's why I married you, idiot. Now clean up your mess or you're doing the dishes tonight." He giggles as Ilya pushes him back onto his stomach, tickling his ribs teasingly as he lays his weight in top of Shane. "Eww Ilya, the wet patch!" Ilya laughs as he starts easing himself out of Shane. "That is your mess, my love. Is ok, I know you can't help it. When your husband is sooo sexy." He massages his thumbs around Shane's hole, stretching and soothing as he works his soft cock out of Shane. Cum floods out of him, dribbling down to his balls. "Fuck, Shane. Seems such a waste. There's so much of it."
"Oh my god, Ilya," Shane whines. "Did you use the pin like I told you?" Ilya looks down at where the condom is sheathed on his cock, the whole end of it blown out and pushed up past his tip. He sheepishly answers, "Um, no?" Shane cranes his head to look back at Ilya, and his cock. "What the fuck, Ilya!? What did you do!?" His eyes are wide as he looks from Ilya's cock, to his face, back to his cock. "Well I wanted to be sure it would break, ok!" "What. Did. You use." Shane is stifling his own laughter as he looks at Ilya's face growing pink. "Might have used a…nn-f." He trails off, mumbling under his breath. Shane raises an eyebrow at him. "A knife, ok! I got sharp knife from kitchen and cut a little cross in it so it would burst open and I could fill you up, just like you wanted!" Hysterical laughter bursts out of Shane. "You're such a fucking idiot, I swear! You're lucky it didn't get stuck inside me!" He reaches out to grab the tissue box off the side table and throws it in the direction of Ilya's head. "Get your fucking cum out of me so we can cuddle already." Ilya catches the box and gets to work, but not without grumbling under his breath. "'Oh Ilya, please poke hole in condom and fuck me til you come and I will pretend I don't want it ok.' 'Yes ok Shane, anything for you.' Doesn't even want my cum now."
"Would you stop grumbling down there and get up here and kiss me? I know you love my horny ideas, just like you love me." Ilya throws the tissues off the bed and launches himself up to flop beside Shane, bouncing him on the bed. "Yes, Shane. I love you. Is why I just cleaned my cum out of your ass right now." Shane crinkles his face up. "Fuck you! You put it there! Now give me kisses and then help me think up some baby names." Ilya thinks Shane might actually kill him one day. He kisses his husband until they're both breathless. When they come up for air he says, "I like Kevin." "Ilya. We are not naming our baby Kevin." Ilya wraps his arms around Shane huffing him right as they drift off to sleep. "We will see, my Shane."
WAIT guys im not done horny posting… one more thing… Shane and Ilya have bare sex, ok and Shane is all have you ever you know done that with anyone before? And Ilya is like hm no not really and Shane is like what do you mean not really. And Ilya is like well with girls sometimes when I was drunk and being stupid, but I’d always pull out- I’ve only ever cum inside you Shane. And Shane is like. Oh. Because it kinda didn’t matter if Ilya had- but he kinda loves that only he’s given Ilya that. And then he’s just like “I can’t really picture you being able to pull out” and Ilya is like all eye brows and “what? What kind of chirp is this Hollander? I am not so stupid to maybe get someone pregnant” and Shane is just all shrug- “well whenever we- everytime we’ve fucked, even with a condom you don’t want to come anywhere but inside me. And you push in so deep when you cum sometimes it knocks my breath out. So. I just can’t see it” he shrugs and Ilya is all.
“What the fuck shane” and he’s maybe a little hard, and Shane is like “I mean it’s really hot. I like it. I just think you’d suck at pulling out” and he’s got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilya’s hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.
Once he’s all the way inside, mouth panting against Shane’s, Shane stroking his hand through his hair he’s like “make sure you pull out okay?” And Ilya pulls back to catch Shane’s eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like “of course baby, don’t wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if you’re knocked up” and Shane’s mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.
But it Shane so it’s game on and he swallows and he says “mm only if you can’t control yourself big boy” and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then they’re fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilya’s chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he won’t prove Shane right- he won’t but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilya’s thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after he’s cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he can’t he’s going to be good.
And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying “m close” Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- it’s the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, he’s nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling “Ilya Ilya” and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because it’s too good. It’s already heaven.
“Let go sweetheart” Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and he’s slurring out “don’t cum, don’t cum inside remember, you can’ get me pre” and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shane’s words stuttering until he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and he’s so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.
He’s never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilya’s back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and it’s not right it’s not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shane’s body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like it’s devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he can’t, he can’t stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shane’s, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he can’t make himself stop.
Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilya’s thrusts, his hand on Ilya’s cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh “fuck baby I love your cock” and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.
When they both have words again, Shane giggles, fuck drunk and swats at Ilya’s ass and Ilya is shaking his head and pinching at Shane’s sides and calling him a cheat! A fucking cheat! He didn’t play faiiir and Shane is laughing, open and happy and locks his legs behind Ilya’s back when he does threaten to pull out and kisses his head and tell him it’s okay he won’t tell alone his pull out game is weak and Ilya pins his hands to the bed to tickle him until Shane is kicking at him and flushed all the way down his chest and Ilya gives in. He slumps onto Shane, biting back his smile. Fuck Shane is so fun and lovely and hot and everything he could have ever wanted. He puts his hand over Shane’s stomach, spreading his cum out with his fingers, making a mess that Shane will start to bitch about in the next ten or so seconds but Ilya beats him to it, pulls back to look at Shane and ask “what will we call the baby?” And then Shane is pushing Ilya out of him, avoiding eye contact and flushing and stumbling on dazed legs to the shower. Ilya catches his smile in the bathroom mirror as Ilya chases after him.
I really thought that Ilya calling Shane 'baby' was the height of my hedonistic wish fulfillment but then I discovered Shane calling Ilya 'baby' and well. Well I've got news for you guys. My depravity knows no bounds.
At the cottage- Ilya leaving a massive fucking hickie on the soft skin of the back of Shane’s neck. He doesn’t realise till he pulls back, dizzy and panting and trying to blink his eyes open to check Shane is okay under him, ears still ringing- and sees the purple red welt, angry teeth marks around it and blood blisters patterning the skin.
It’s all shiny from his saliva. He didn’t realise how hard he’d been sucking and biting and mouthing at Shane’s neck as he fucked them through their second orgasms. Ilya is like oh fuck a little worried he bit too hard and he’s leaning down to brush his mouth mover it in tiny little kisses and Shane shivers and tightens around Ilya so hard Ilya gasps, hand gripping Shane’s hip. And Shane is all “don’t I can’t. I need like a few minutes at least” and Ilya is like oh 😚 my perfect pervert.
Shane finally sees it later in the afternoon, after a nap and shower with the help of the bathroom mirror and a phone. His eyes go dark and hes blushing and Ilya is all “you like this?” And Shane is shrugging and nodding and he’s leaning into Ilya again like they have a string tugging between their navels. He blows Ilya there in the bathroom, his knees on the tile, wet and worshiping and pulls Ilya’s hand to the back of his neck. He cums wet and messy against Ilya’s shin when Ilya’s fingers press down hard into the bruise while his cock is in the back of Shane’s throat.
Shane sending Ilya a picture of the bruise faded, but still there dark and the shape of Ilya’s hungry mouth abs to the, pressed into his skin. With the caption “almost gone” the ‘:(‘ is implied. The ache of being apart was enough and now the marks would be gone too. Ilya sucks another hickey, dark and small but there, between Shane’s thighs the next time they see each other, right in the crease between thigh and his ass so Shane doesn’t have to worry about anyone seeing it, but he can have it, the ache of Ilya with him. It helps both of them to know it’s there.
fic prompt/kink.. ilya cumming prematurely, like he's barely in there and can't help it
I gotchu baby here u go
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“Remember That Time…?”
or A Hollanov Ficlet Ilya Would Like to Forget
rating: (mild) e | wc: ~1200 | tags: momentary anal, premature ejaculation, boys missing each other, Shane teasing by initiating dirty talk??? more likely than u think
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Back then, Ilya had thought that their seven-year-long situationship was the most agonizing romantic trial he would be asked to endure by a higher power.
Then, it was the years driving between Montreal and Ottawa, constantly missing his boyfriend and aching in his chest when he wasn’t holding him.
But those two periods…those two periods had nothing on this.
What was supposed to be a three-day trip to finalize a couple big name brand deals turned into a week-long mess in Los Angeles. Shane was calling every day, but his parents were staying in the hotel room next door, so volume level was a difficulty.
Ilya hasn’t been without Shane for this long since they moved in together in Ottawa. Long ago, a week would be child’s play to them. Hell, even in the commuting days, Ilya would have gladly taken a week. Now Ilya is spoiled, addicted, unmoored without his husband to hold. The cottage is empty, echoey, barren without his moans and laughs and chirps. He knows better than to sulk, so he does his best to keep busy, playing with and walking Anya, kayaking or swimming, jogging, running drills on their practice rink, playing video games, anything to keep his mind off of how desperately he misses his beautiful, stable rock.
“One more day, babe. I promise, I will be sprinting into your arms.”
“We will need a bullet train to our bed if you want me to wait more than five minutes before getting my mouth on you without putting on a show,” Ilya says, his head lulling against the back of couch.
“You can wait two hours.”
“Alone in a car with you? The hell I can.”
“Parents will also be there.”
“No they will not. I will pay for Uber.”
“You’re insatiable,” Shane laughs into his phone, and he sounds all soft and sleepy. It makes Ilya’s dick jump in his sweats.
“Let me see you.”
“No, Ilya. As soon as that screen turns on, I know you’re going to be jacking off, and my parents are very much still awake.”
Ilya scoffs, affronted. “Shane Hollander. You think so little of me.”
“Oh, I think a lot of you, Rozanov,” Shane purrs, his voice shifting deeper and more sensual, and goosebumps erupt over Ilya’s skin. “There’s a lot of you to think of, isn’t there?”
Ilya blows out a long stream of air through his lips. “Not fucking fair. You just said.”
“I know,” Shane says, and Ilya hears the smirk in his voice. “I just like to fuck with you.”
Ilya grinds his teeth and drags his hand down the length of his very hard cock. “Turn on the fucking camera and I’ll show you just how I like to fuck with you.”
“Nice try, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
“You are the devil.”
“You think that now, wait until you see how naughty I’m going to be for you when we’re home,” Shane says silkily. “Goodnight, Ilya.”
He knows Ilya too well by now. He hangs up before Ilya can argue, try to curry favor with Shane’s cock tonight. Ilya groans and resigns himself to his own hand, picturing exactly what he wants Shane to do to him tomorrow night.
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Ilya caves, giving Shane’s parents a ride to their own cottage, but he doesn’t budge on having Shane in the passenger seat. They don’t argue, both willing to doze off in the back after a grueling week. Ilya’s hand doesn’t let go of Shane’s the entire drive. They both hug and kiss Yuna and David as Ilya drops them off. The closer they get to their own cottage, the harder Ilya squeezes his hand. He eventually takes their clasped hands and begins to grind them against Shane’s cock as he drives.
“Ilya…” Shane sighs, but it’s not bold enough to prompt him to stop. Shane’s head falls back against the head rest, scooting his hips out slightly to ease the angle. “Fuck, I fucking missed you.”
“You have no fucking idea,” Ilya says, voice edging into a growl as he grinds harder.
The SUV screeches to a halt in front of the cottage, and they’re out the door. Ilya is vacuum sealed to Shane’s back as he futzes with his keys, unlocking the door and tumbling inside, Anya barking and nipping at their heels. Shane gives her the quickest greeting possible and Ilya kisses her on the head and instructs her to sit and stay. They trip over each other into the bedroom, stripping clothes off as they go, both entirely naked by the time they slam the door shut and reach the bed.
“Fuck me,” Shane moans into his mouth, already stroking Ilya’s cock, and he feels like he could come just from this if he kept pulling at him for more than thirty seconds. “I need that big cock so bad, baby. Need it pounding inside me, please,” he begs, growing more desperate as seconds pass.
“I’ll give it to you, filthy boy. Gonna give it to you so fucking hard you can’t breath for it, huh? Fuck you up to your fucking stomach. Up to your fucking throat. Christ, I missed you,” he rumbles, already working slick fingers into him carelessly, messily, opening him up as quickly as possible. Ilya’s cock is pulsing on its own, and it feels precarious at best. If he had a single ounce of patience, he would dig out a cock ring, but he cannot bring himself to give a fuck. The only thing he wants on his dick is Shane. No toys, no condoms, just Shane’s hole gripping around him like a fist until he spills inside.
“Put it in, put it in, fuck,” Shane groans, boosting his ass into the air for him.
“Fuck, fuck, okay,” Ilya says, pulling his fingers free and lining up his cock. He shoves the tip inside, and he feels his stomach clench with how overwhelming the sensation is to have his husband wrapped around him again.
Shane whines, wriggling back onto him, forcing him deeper already, and Ilya is holding his breath as he makes small thrusts to sink inside him.
“Fuck, Shane, don’t-”
“Come the fuck on, baby,” Shane growls, and throws himself back onto his cock in one swift move, taking Ilya down to the base. All at once, the friction on his cock is too much, and he feels his stomach clench again and his balls pulsating, and Ilya gasps, digging his nails into Shane’s hips. He fully whimpers as the unthinkable happens.
His forehead drops between Shane’s shoulder blades, quiet as a church mouse as he reconciles what just transpired.
“Did…did you just…?”
“Shut up.”
“Oh my god,” Shane says quietly.
“It has been long time, okay!”
“No, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Shane assures, reaching back and grabbing Ilya’s hand. “It happens. Not a big deal.”
“Fuck,” Ilya groans, collapsing against Shane’s back and forcing him down onto his stomach. “I’m staying inside until I’m hard again.”
Shane cranes his head around, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna make me wait until you’re ready again? I don’t think so, baby.”
Ilya moans in embarrassment, kissing Shane’s neck to distract himself.
“Come on, quick shot,” Shane jabs lightheartedly. “I bet if you let me fuck your mouth you’ll be good as new. What do you think?”
Shane is on his back with Ilya’s face between his legs before he even thinks of a proper response.
getting on his knees during their first hookup without being asked bc he had to have Ilya’s cock in his mouth, had been fantasizing about it. not wanting to let Ilya leave a hookup without having tasted Ilya's cock, bc he always wants a taste. how hot he finds Ilya fucking his mouth w/ his cock to the point of tears. how he loves the sensation of Ilya’s cock becoming hard in his mouth, on his tongue, sighs, moans, eyes roll back when it happens, giving small kisses to it, mouthing gently around it, licking everywhere. how, while sucking Ilya’s cock in the shower, he thought about having a yoga mat in the bathroom for easy access so his knees wouldn’t get tired, so he could suck Ilya’s cock longer. how hard he’s worked at sucking cock, wanting Ilya to feel good, bc Ilya’s cock makes him feel so good. how, sometimes, he gives Ilya’s cock a parting kiss after blowing him. how he can come by simply sucking Ilya’s cock.
how a 2-hour drive w/ a plug in was a must bc he wanted to be so ready for Ilya’s cock, didn’t want to waste any time, how he didn’t even give Ilya a chance to tease him first, just immediately pulled Ilya’s underwear down & got his mouth right on his cock & when Ilya pulled away to try to take back some control, Shane chased after his cock, making Ilya feel worshipped & tearing up at how beautiful Shane looked on his knees for him. how he had to pull over w/ said plug in bc he wanted to come bc of Ilya's cock, not bc of the toy. how eagerly he raises his ass in the air to receive Ilya’s cock.
when Ilya said Shane was the one calling the shots during phone sex, the first thing he asked Ilya to do was to touch his cock bc he needed to see that, even tho he would’ve preferred sitting on Ilya’s lap more than anything, he needed to see Ilya touching his cock. how much he needed to wrap his hand around Ilya’s cock & his cock at the same time, how good that felt to him & Ilya.
how much he loves riding Ilya’s cock, loves bouncing on it, grinding down hard on it, loves watching Ilya panting beneath him, loves the way his ass can reduce Ilya to a puddle by how good it makes Ilya's cock feel. loves it even more when he’s pushed onto his back or pressed onto his stomach bc Ilya knows Shane wants to be fucked harder, deeper, that he wants to feel his cock for days. telling Ilya on several occasions how much he loves his cock.
how bratty and whiny he can be bc he needs Ilya's cock inside him, is desperate for it, wants Ilya to hurry. asking Ilya, “are you gonna fuck me?” or saying “please fuck me” telling him he needs him, needs his cock. how, after so many years, he’s still surprised at how full he feels when Ilya’s cock is inside him, how nothing could ever make him feel as full as Ilya’s cock. how he's been w/ two other men & they couldn't compare to Ilya, couldn't compare to what Ilya's cock does to him. how he loves watching Ilya’s cock shoot bc of him. how wild it makes him feel when Ilya comes inside him bc his body did that to Ilya's cock.
god, he really loves Ilya’s cock. but more than anything, he loves how worshiping Ilya's cock makes Ilya feel.
[A 2.3k forced breeding roleplay ficlet from this ask. Enjoy!]
Shane is lying face down, ass up in the bed whining as Ilya slowly and methodically preps him with his fingers, stretching his hole so slowly he wants to cry. And they haven't even started yet. "'S enough, Ilya. Please! I'm ready!" Ilya pulls his fingers out with an evil chuckle. "Oh, I did not realise you were one doing all the work, Hollander. You think you are ready for me? Want me to put it straight in?" He smacks his cock against Shane's wet hole, the slap echoing around the room obscenely. "N-no. C-condom. Please Ilya! Condom p-please. Need you." Shane is grinding his hips back against where Ilya's cock rests in the cleft of his ass. His hole is twitching hungrily and he's panting and flushed. Fuck. He looks ruined already. Ilya wants to draw this out even longer.
"But you are so impatient, like a little slut. Are you sure you can wait? I will have to go find one. Am not used to fucking such good girls." He doesn't make any moves to get up. Shane shivers and gasps. "Please, Ilya! P-please need a condom. Don' wanna get pregnant. Fuck! Just go!" Ilya strokes the tip of his cock slowly back and forth through the mess of spit and lube on Shane's hole. "What if I want you to get pregnant? What if I want to put my baby inside you? You think you could stop me? Look at you. You're useless." He pushes the tip just inside Shane's rim, just the smallest, slightest stretch. Shane cries. "Il-lyaa! Please, I need you! Please, please use a condom. I'm scared. I can't get p-pregnant! Th-they won't let me play!" He's hiccupping and sobbing, snot going all over Ilya's pillow.
"Fiiiine." Ilya lets out a long-suffering groan as he heaves himself up off the bed to go and find a condom for his princess. Before he leaves, he reaches around Shane to give his cock a mean tug as it hangs uselessly beneath him. Shane cries out, his back arching as he tries to get away from the intense sensation. Ilya swats him on the ass muttering under his breath about his spoiled brat as he saunters out of the room. After what feels like an eternity to Shane, but is really only five minutes, Ilya returns with a single condom in his hand. It really did take him a while to find one. It's been so long since they stopped using them. "Found one in old pair of jeans. Had to dig through dirty washing for this Hollander. Happy?" Shane nods his head vigorously against the pillows. "Yeah, yeah, please put it on. Need you so bad! C'mon."
Ilya makes a show of tearing the packet open with his teeth, baring his canines at Shane. "Y-you shouldn't do that," Shane whimpers. "You could t-tear a hole in it." His cock is leaking steadily beneath him and Ilya wonders if he'll even last two strokes of his cock. "Bah! You worry too much Hollander. Has never happened to me before." Shane is feeling delirious by the time Ilya has messed around with the condom, rolling it on and sinking straight into him in one fluid motion. He groans as the air is punched out of him. He feels Ilya's cock bullying its way in, rearranging him to make room inside. He feels so full. Ilya rests for a moment fully sheathed, before dragging out slowly and punching his way back in. The wail that forces itself out of Shane's throat is wrecked.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight. You're fucking milking me. Such a good hole. Gonna wreck it. Gonna stuff you full." Ilya's mouth keeps spurting filth as he rams his cock in again and again. The force of his thrusts shoves Shane further up the bed each time, forcing his face deeper into the pillows. Shane is clinging to the sheets, hips rocking back, trying to meet Ilya's thrusts. His hole is stretched so tight around Ilya, a delicious burn that makes him crave more. Shane's whines and cranes his neck to watch Ilya above him. The firm grip on his hips, the sweat running down his neck, the fierce dark look in his eyes as he claims Shane's hole. "Please," he whispers, his throat ruined from the crying and gasping and begging. "Harder, please." Shane looks up at Ilya with his big brown eyes, shimmering with need. Ilya chokes on a breath, ruts sharply into Shane before burying himself to the hilt and coming.
The sight of Ilya coming undone takes Shane to the edge. He's so desperate he squeezes his hole around Ilya, trying to simulate the feeling of being fucked still. Ilya has stopped moving. That's when he feels it. The slow warmth of cum filling him. A trickle down onto his balls. His head whips up. "Ilya. Wha-what did you do?" Ilya is staring down at where they're still fully connected. "Think I maybe fucked you too hard and condom broke." He's trying to sound sincere but there's a smirk on his face. Shane tries desperately to pull himself off Ilya's cock but he's still being held by his hips in a vice-like grip. "Fuck! Ilya, get off! Oh my God, I can't believe you! What the fuck?" Ilya leans over Shane to smother him with his weight, his mouth landing just behind Shane's ear. He presses a wet kiss there, whispering hot on his neck. "What? You don't want my baby Hollander? That is rude. I would be very good daddy. And I think you will be very good mommy." Shane whimpers weakly, "I-Ilya. Get off."
Ilya pretends to consider it. "Hmm, no. I like it here, nice and warm inside. And you still have not come. I am not bad lover." He starts to grind his hips, nudging on Shane's prostate and making him groan. Shane feels more wetness leaking out of him and buries his face in the pillows in shame. He scrabbles behind him, fingers biting into the arms holding him down, legs kicking beneath him, trying to get Ilya off of him. "You fucking asshole! Don' want your baby. Get the fuck off me!" Ilya straightens back up before landing a harsh smack on Shane's ass, making him cry out. "So ungrateful! You know how many girls would love to have my baby inside them? I choose you Hollander, and you don't even want it. But it's too late now." He reaches around to pat the soft round of Shane's stomach, gets his lips back on Shane's ear, whispering. "Is done. Can you feel it?" Shane feels Ilya's dick, all the way up in his guts still. He shivers again, a groan escaping him. "D-did you plan this? T-to get me…pregnant?" His timid voice shakes with the heaviness of shame, and yet underlying pleasure. Ilya wants to laugh. This whole fucked up scenario had been born from his horny husband's brain.
"What do you think, my love?" Ilya's voice is deep and wicked. "You think I could resist? Is just natural. Instinct. And you took it all so well." Ilya moves to kiss the back of his neck before biting a bruise into it. Shane whines and bucks his hips. He's still leaking all over the bed, hard as a fucking rock. "Are you done complaining now my princess? Want to have some more fun?" Ilya is hardening quickly with Shane's body writhing beneath him. He looks as if he's unsure if he wants to run away, hide or get fucked again. Ilya makes the decision for him, drawing his cock slowly out of Shane's ass until the tip catches on his rim. He's careful not to break the seal and let too much cum escape. Shane is whimpering, face fully hidden in the pillows again. As Ilya's cock pounds back into him he forgets entirely what they were arguing about, can think of nothing but the brutal pace at which he's being fucked. Every thrust lights his prostate on fire and his head goes fuzzy as his vision blurs with tears.
Ilya is panting and moaning above him, eyes fixated on the stretch of Shane's rim and the small trails of cum leaking out around his cock. "Ugh, yeah. Gonna fuck you full of my babies. Take it! Fuck!" Shane's brain has leaked out his ears, his voice slurring as his words are punched out of him. "Ye-eah, mmb-uh-by, yours-s 'lya!" Ilya does not slow his pace as he pants out, "Yeah? You wan' it now? Want my babies, Hollander? Fuck! You're so good, so good for me. Just taking it all. Gonna be my pretty wife. Gonna keep you full and pregnant. All mine." Shane is aware that he's come approximately thirty seconds after the fact. His vision comes back to him slowly, ears ringing as he tries to lift his head. His body is vibrating. He tunes in to Ilya still grunting above him, occasionally letting out what Shane supposes is a string of Russian, although everything sounds a bit gibberish to him at present.
He hears Ilya in the distance give a shout and then feels warmth spreading through him again. Fuck, he's supposed to be mad at Ilya. He buries his head in the pillows and shakes it side to side, whining. "N-no! No, no, nooo! Ilya, please!" Ilya lets out a groan, lazily moving Shane by his hips, back and forth on his softening cock as he rides out the waves of his second orgasm. "Mmph- off. G' off Ilya." Shane's protests are becoming less and less convincing. "No. Have to make sure it takes. Two big loads should make nice strong russian baby." Shane huffs out a breath. His words have lost their bite. "Fuckin' hate you. You tricked me." Ilya rolls them into their side, keeping them connected at the hips. He hooks his chin on Shane's shoulder, murmuring into his ear. One arm is thrown across his hip, rubbing soft circles on his stomach. "Is ok. I know you wanted it, even if you will not admit. You will look very sexy, all big and round belly. I will rub your feet and bring you snacks and take you to special baby doctor appointments. We will go buy tiny clothes and tiny pair of skates for our little star hockey player."
Shane sniffles, a tear sliding down his nose. "Stop it, Ilya." Ilya shuffles to press kisses up Shane's neck and across his cheek. "Oh malysh, you are sad I can't actually give you my baby? You want to keep trying?" Shane swats at his hand. "You're such an asshole. But you would be a good daddy. One day." Ilya bites his ear. "You will make me cry now Shane, and that is not good look for me after mind-blowing sex. You will think I am all soft inside." Shane reaches a hand up behind him to cup Ilya's cheek. "I already know you're a big softie. That's why I married you, idiot. Now clean up your mess or you're doing the dishes tonight." He giggles as Ilya pushes him back onto his stomach, tickling his ribs teasingly as he lays his weight in top of Shane. "Eww Ilya, the wet patch!" Ilya laughs as he starts easing himself out of Shane. "That is your mess, my love. Is ok, I know you can't help it. When your husband is sooo sexy." He massages his thumbs around Shane's hole, stretching and soothing as he works his soft cock out of Shane. Cum floods out of him, dribbling down to his balls. "Fuck, Shane. Seems such a waste. There's so much of it."
"Oh my god, Ilya," Shane whines. "Did you use the pin like I told you?" Ilya looks down at where the condom is sheathed on his cock, the whole end of it blown out and pushed up past his tip. He sheepishly answers, "Um, no?" Shane cranes his head to look back at Ilya, and his cock. "What the fuck, Ilya!? What did you do!?" His eyes are wide as he looks from Ilya's cock, to his face, back to his cock. "Well I wanted to be sure it would break, ok!" "What. Did. You use." Shane is stifling his own laughter as he looks at Ilya's face growing pink. "Might have used a…nn-f." He trails off, mumbling under his breath. Shane raises an eyebrow at him. "A knife, ok! I got sharp knife from kitchen and cut a little cross in it so it would burst open and I could fill you up, just like you wanted!" Hysterical laughter bursts out of Shane. "You're such a fucking idiot, I swear! You're lucky it didn't get stuck inside me!" He reaches out to grab the tissue box off the side table and throws it in the direction of Ilya's head. "Get your fucking cum out of me so we can cuddle already." Ilya catches the box and gets to work, but not without grumbling under his breath. "'Oh Ilya, please poke hole in condom and fuck me til you come and I will pretend I don't want it ok.' 'Yes ok Shane, anything for you.' Doesn't even want my cum now."
"Would you stop grumbling down there and get up here and kiss me? I know you love my horny ideas, just like you love me." Ilya throws the tissues off the bed and launches himself up to flop beside Shane, bouncing him on the bed. "Yes, Shane. I love you. Is why I just cleaned my cum out of your ass right now." Shane crinkles his face up. "Fuck you! You put it there! Now give me kisses and then help me think up some baby names." Ilya thinks Shane might actually kill him one day. He kisses his husband until they're both breathless. When they come up for air he says, "I like Kevin." "Ilya. We are not naming our baby Kevin." Ilya wraps his arms around Shane huffing him right as they drift off to sleep. "We will see, my Shane."