You knowwww Shane and Ilya are those big fat dorks who need to be one one body- we already know this yes so you know they do the stupid talking into each others mouths thinks because they just, don’t see a reason to pull back. Shane will break their wet soft kiss just a millimetre and keep his lips pressed to Ilya’s. “Do you want to defrost the soup mum made us for dinner? Or we can do that Thai salad recipe you found” words muffled because he’s half speaking them into Ilya’s mouth. Ilya humming and rubbing his back as he’s like “he’s too hot for soup, let’s the make the salad.
Or when Ilya gets home from being out and Shane greets him at the door, arms wrapped around his neck kissing him soundly- he’s pulling his tongue from Shane’s mouth to ask “miss me sweetheart?” And Shane is like “not at all” and then shoving his hands up under Ilya’s shirt. And then a few kisses later Shane is mumbling into Ilya’s lips “did you have dinner out? There’s leftovers”
Or post sex, happy hot mushy glow, pink cheeked and tangled up in a mess of each other kissing kissing kissing slow as Ilya’s hands cup Shane’s face, fingers trace his jaw gently. “Not too sore?” Ilya asked nose smushed against Shane’s, lips moving Shane’s with his words. His hand rubbing Shane’s hip gently. “It’s good” Shane is exhaling back, before their tongues taste each other again. Then Ilya “okay, but we have bath yes? I got the nice bath salts” his breath is all over Shane’s face and his eyelashes are smudging against the high of his cheekbone near his freckles. “Yeah, okay, bath” Shane replied and his teeth mash Ilya’s a little
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