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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Having A Threesome with Shane and Ilya | drabble + porn without plot
You lie sprawled on the rumpled sheets, your body still humming from the first round, sandwiched tightly between Shane and Ilya. Shane's frame pressed against your back, his chest rising and falling in sync with your breaths, while Ilya molds to your front, his leg hooked over yours. The room smells of sex and sweat, their lips find your neck almost simultaneously. Shane starts, his mouth hot and insistent on the left side, teeth grazing the pulse point just below your ear. He sucks lightly, then licks a slow stripe up to your jaw, murmuring against your skin. On your right, Ilya mirrors him, his lips softer but no less demanding. He nips at the tender flesh, then seals his mouth over it, drawing a wet, open-mouthed kiss that makes your toes curl.
"Mmm," he breathes, his accent curling around the words like smoke. His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve where your shoulder meets your throat, both men occupying every inch, their breaths mingling hotly over your skin. The dual assault has you arching, a low whine escaping your lips as their hands roam—Shane's palm flat on your stomach, holding you steady, Ilya's fingers digging into your hip. It's overwhelming, the way they claim you from both sides, lips and tongues working in tandem. Your cock twitches against Ilya's thigh, already stirring back to life. But you want more than just their attention on you. you reach up, your hands finding their jaws. You pull them away gently but firmly, breaking the kisses with a soft pop.
Shane growls in protest, his eyes narrowing with playful heat, while Ilya tilts his head, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "Hey," Shane rumbles, voice gravelly, "I wasn’t done yet." You just smile, holding their faces inches from yours. Ilya's eyes drop to your hand first, and before you can say anything, he turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your palm. His lips are warm, tongue darting out to taste your skin, sucking lightly on the pad of your thumb. "What are you up to, kotyonok?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at the tenderness amid the heat, and use your grip to guide their faces closer—over your shoulder for Shane, forward for Ilya—until their lips meet just inches above yours. They hesitate for a split second, then dive in, mouths crashing together in a fierce make-out. Shane's hand slides up to tangle in Ilya's hair, pulling him deeper, while Ilya's fingers trace your jaw as if including you in the kiss.
You watch, mesmerized, as their tongues tangle visibly, wet sounds filling the room, Shane groaning into Ilya's mouth. “Fuck, I needed this,” Shane growls between kisses, and Ilya responds with a husky laugh, nipping at Shane's lower lip. "Fuck," you murmur, your voice thick with arousal, one hand trailing down to stroke your hardening cock as the sight fuels the fire in your belly. They're devouring each other over you, bodies shifting closer, Shane's erection grinding against your thigh while Ilya's presses into your hip. The kiss breaks only for air, strings of saliva connecting their lips, before they crash back together, harder this time—Shane dominating with deep thrusts of his tongue, Ilya pushing back with equal fervor, a low hum vibrating from his throat. The sight has your cock throbbing, trapped between your bodies, but they break apart eventually, both turning their heated gazes back to you.
Shane's hands roam lower, gripping your hips as he grinds his hard length against your ass. “My turn first,” he says, voice rough with need, positioning himself at your entrance. You've prepped earlier, slick and ready, so he pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you with a burn that borders on pleasure. You cry out, arching back into him, and Ilya captures your mouth in a deep kiss to muffle the sound, his tongue mimicking the thrust behind you. Shane sets a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward, each drive burying himself deeper. “So tight for me,”he pants, one hand reaching around to stroke your cock in time with his movements. "That's it, take my cock," Shane murmurs, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he picks up pace, the slap of skin echoing.
"You love being filled like this, don't you? Sandwiched and fucked." You nod frantically, breaking the kiss with Ilya to gasp, “Yes—fuck, Shane, harder.” He obliges, pounding into you with controlled force, the slap of skin echoing as sweat beads on your bodies. Ilya watches with hooded eyes, his own erection pressing against your thigh, leaking pre-cum. “Don't hog him,” he teases, kissing along your jaw while Shane works you over. After what feels like an eternity of building tension—your body trembling on the edge—Shane pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“Your turn, Rozanov,” Shane says, breathless, guiding you to shift slightly. Ilya doesn't waste time. He lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, and slides into you with a smooth thrust, his cock hitting a spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.“Ah, there you are,”he groans, starting a faster pace than Shane's, his hips rolling in deep, grinding circles. You reach back to clutch at Shane's thigh, needing the anchor, and he leans in to kiss your neck again, sucking a mark into the skin. “Look at you, taking us both so well,” Shane murmurs, his free hand tweaking your nipples.
Ilya doesn't hold back—his hips snap forward sharply, angling to hit that spot inside you with every plunge, his free hand pinning your thigh up for deeper access. You arch into him, nails digging into his back as pleasure coils tight in your gut. "Switch again," Shane demands after what feels like an eternity of building tension, pulling from your mouth with a slick sound. They maneuver you fluidly—now onto your hands and knees, Shane reclaiming your ass while Ilya kneels in front, feeding you his cock fresh from your body. Shane enters you roughly this time, hands bruising your hips as he sets a brutal pace, jackhammering in with growls.
"Gonna cum inside you again. Fill this hole." His thrusts jolt you forward onto Ilya's dick, who fucks your mouth in tandem, hips rolling lazily at first then faster, matching the frenzy. "Swallow me down," Ilya urges, eyes blazing as he watches you take him, saliva dripping from your chin. The room fills with obscene sounds—wet slaps, gags, your muffled cries—as they use you from both ends, taking turns in a rhythm that blurs into one endless wave of sensation. You shatter first, cock untouched but spurting ropes onto the sheets as your orgasm rips through you, walls fluttering around Shane.
He follows with a roar, pumping hot cum deep into your ass, flooding you until it leaks out around his base. Ilya pulls out last, stroking himself furiously over your face, painting your lips and cheeks with thick spurts as he moans your name. They collapse around you once more, bodies tangled in the aftermath, breaths ragged. Shane presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring."Fucking perfect." Ilya wipes a streak of cum from your lip with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth for you to suck clean. "Round three? Or you need a minute?" You laugh weakly, spent but sated, pulling them closer. "Give me five... then yeah."
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