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“To Ilya!!” they raised their drinks in celebration. “To being one year closer to his retirement!” Hayden said, raising his drink again.
They were all sitting at some vip area of a nightclub. It was Ilya's birthday and the entire Centaur team and some of their other friends had come to celebrate him. Scott Hunter laughed at Hayden's toast and raised his drink in agreement.
“What are you grinning about, old man?” Ilya said to him “If anyone here is lacking the energy to play another year, it ain't me.”
“Oh you wish Rozanov! Always calling me old man like I'm not just three years older than you.” Scott was sitting next to his husband Kip. He had his arm around his waist and Kip was covering his smile with his drink. Scott and Ilya were always bickering at each other and secretly both Kip and Shane were always very amused by it.
“Face it old man,” Ilya had the same smile he carried in the ice, the one most NHL players absolutely hated to see it coming “You're a bar owner now. And you're doing a hell of a better job at that, than you ever did on the ice."
“The four Best Player of the Season Awards I have displayed on said bar, might disagree with you."
Ilya opened his mouth to respond, but Kip interrupted him. He knew that if no one stoped them, they would go at it all night. “Okay, okay! Let's stop with the dick measuring already. I wanna dance!” He got out of his husband's embrace and pulled him out of the couch.
“Finally something I can relate to!” Rose got up to her feet, taking Svetlana's hand and dragging her to the dance floor with her. They had became awfully close this past year and Shane secretly hoped, as he watched them dance sensually close to one another, that it would lead to something interesting.
Ilya pulled him closer, kissing his neck. They have been publicly married for a couple of years now but it still made Shane's body vibrate with electricity whenever Ilya would kiss him in front of others. So much of their relationship had been behind close doors that being able to touch and love Ilya in the open, always feels exciting.
“So,” Shane heard Hayden say next to him. He begrudgingly pushed Ilya away form his neck, the man grunting in response, starring at Hayden with daggers in his eyes. Hayden ignored him. “What did you get for his birthday?”
“Uhm,” Shane glanced at Ilya next to him, then to Hayden “It's a secret.” Hayden frowned. “There was a problem with the shipping, so it will only arrive tomorrow.” he didn't glance at Ilya, but he could see his head leaning to his side in confusion. That hadn't been the explanation Shane had given him that morning.
Hayden shook his head “That's why I always buy Jackie's presents months before. I'm never again making the mistake of not having a present for her on her birthday. First time she almost broke up with me." He looked at his wife and she just shrugged. “He learned his lesson didn't he?” she laughed and pulled him to the dance floor.
Ilya leaned closer to Shane's ear “Why is there two stories about my present?”
“I didn't want to tell Hayden that your present is waiting at home for the after party.” he could feel his cheeks burning “He would think is something sexual.” Ilya grinned at him “Then, for the first time, we would be in the same page, because that is exactly what I'm thinking too.” He slowly licked the curve of Shane's ear “Especially since you were very mean and didn't let me fuck you this morning.”
Shame bit his lip, blushing even harder. God he couldn't wait to go home.
“Let's dance.” Ilya said, pulling him up before Shane could make an excuse not to. Clubbing wasn't really something Shane did in his spear time, not when he was younger and definitely not now in his thirty's. But Ilya loved a good loud party and this was his birthday, so Shane could make the awful sacrifice of dancing close to his hot husband in a very public place. He was generous like that.
The dance floor was packed, Shane could see some of their friends spread it around, each with their partners in hand. Ilya took him to a side corner and wrapped his hands on his waist pulling him close. Shane threw his arms around his neck and moved in his rhythm. He didn't care if they weren't matching the rapid beat of the music, not when Ilya's hands were running up his body, electrifying every nerve.
They danced and touched and kissed each other until Shane couldn't take the pressing of their bulges anymore “I need you.” he said at Ilya's ear while his husband devoured his neck, his hands squeezing Shane's ass. Ilya took a bite out of his shoulder “Now, Ilya! Let's go home!”
Ilya lift his head, looking at Shane, wiggling his eyebrows “My present?” His lips were red and swollen, his eyes were dark and shiny and his face was red from the heat of the packed place and their burning hot excitement. Shane wanted to bite into him as well. Instead he smiled and nodded. Ilya bit his lip “What did you do, Hollander?” he asked, but over the loud music it sounded like a plead. “Take me home and you'll know.” Ilya took one more burning kiss from Shane before taking his hand and dragging him through the sea of people.
Shane was laughing at his desperation. Ilya was a big man, dragging another big man behind him. Those poor drunk people didn't know what hit them when he passed through like a hurricane. “Ilya!” Shane tried to stop his running “Ilya wait! We need to say goodbye!” he pulled Ilya back before he opened the exit door. Ilya turned to him “Its my party, I don't need to say goodbye." he tried leaving again but Shane held him. “I left my stuff with Rose.”
Shane had decided to wear his new blue jeans. The fabric was tight on his thick thighs and it made his ass look amazing. Ilya loved them and so did Shane but it did mean he couldn't put anything on his pockets. When they arrived at the club he asked if he could put his personal items inside Rose's purse.
“Go pick up the car, it will only take me a minute.” Ilya took a deep breath and placed his hands on Shane's shoulder. “You have thirty seconds or I'm coming back and throwing you over my shoulder like a cave man." Shane wanted to laugh but the burning desire on his husband's eyes made him swallow instead. Ilya pulled him for a devouring kiss “Twenty seconds.”
It was Shane's turn to run like a mad man through the crowd. Thankfully, some of their friends were already back at their table.
“Jesus!” Hayden said when Shane reached the VIP area “What happened to you?" Shane didn't understood the question first, but one quick look at the mirror behind Hayden and he knew. His hair was all messy, his face was burning red, his lips were swollen and he could see some red marks on the right side of his neck. Jesus, what had they been doing in the middle of these people?
“Uhm Rose can I have my stuff back please?” he decided to ignore Hayden, but unfortunately Rose had questions of her own. “Wait, were you two the ones blocking the men's bathroom?” Shane's eyes opened wide and he managed to blush even more even though he had no idea what she was talking about. Svetlana was laughing next to her. Kip and Scott had their mouths open in shock. Hayden looked horrified.
“No! I don't even know where the bathroom of this place is!” he knew his blushing wasn't helping convince his friends that he wasn't just now being fucked at the club's dirty bathroom. He shook his hands in front of Rose and she gave him his stuff. “Me and Ilya are leaving, but thank you all for coming.” he smiled but everybody just kept starring and snickering at him “It wasn't us!” he said it again.
He looked to the dance floor, half expecting to see his cave man husband coming to save him from this embarrassment and half really hoping he wouldn't apear right now. He knew Ilya looked just as crazy as Shane did and it wouldn't really help his situation.
“Well, we still don't know where Troy and Harris are!” Kip said, holding back his laughter “And I do think I saw them dancing closer to the bathrooms.”
“See!” Shane moved his hands freneticklly in front of them “There you have it. Now bye!” He heard them laughing behind him. He didn't care. He was kinda shocked with the revelation that it truly could be Troy and Harris blocking the restroom. But it could also not be them and Shane had just totally kinda threw them under the bus there, but oh well.
He found Ilya very impatiently waiting next to their car “Jesus Christ I was this close to going back in there!” The street had a much better light than the club and Shane could see the disheveled state of his husband's hair and clothes. He couldn't blame his friends, it did look like they were...
“Calm down, your present isn't running away.” he moved to the driver's side but Ilya held his hand. “Oh no I'm the one driving!” he shook the keys in his hand “If we go in your speed we are only arriving after the sunrise.”
They had both drank inside the club but Shane knew neither of them was anywhere near drunk. But even sober Ilya drove like a maniac, in Shane's humble opinion “With your driving and the way you're desperate, we might not even get home!” he tried taking the keys but Ilya didn't let him. Instead he pressed Shane to the car, holding him by the chin, pressing their hard cocks together. Shane gasped. “Don't worry, Hollander. There's no way we are not getting home.”
Ilya drove really fast, to Shane's dismay but also to his excitement. He had one hand gripping the wheel and another gripping Shane's thigh. It felt like he was burning him through the blue fabric.
Ilya opened their front door and was greeted by Anya jumping happily at his legs. He squatted down to pet her while Shane locked the door. “Hi baby girl, hi. Did you miss us?” He was rubbing her belly and the little dog never looked happier. Seeing Ilya play with Anya always fueled Shane's heart with an enormous amount of love. It almost made him forget why his heart was pounding like a hammer in his chest.
“I know baby, but me and daddy need to handle some business.” he explained to the dog as if she could understand him. Shane couldn't stop smiling. “So I need you to go to your bed. To bed Anya. Bed.” he pointed to her big pink bed next to their fireplace and she ran towards it. Ilya stood up. “Now stay.” he ordered “Stay Anya.” one more just to make sure.
“God I'm so happy we took her to that trainer” Shane was interrupted by Ilya's mouth crashing into his. He was pushed to the wall, Ilya's hands already pulling Shane's shirt over his head. They moaned into each other mouths. “God Shane, I was halfway into dragging you to the club's bathroom!” he licked Shane's ear and Shane chuckle nervously. “Someone had already stolen your idea.” Ilya leaned back slightly “Huh?” Shane didn't want to explain it so instead he pulled Ilya's shirt off his body, kissing his chest, pulling his nipples between his teeth.
“Fuck, Shane! I'm gonna fuck you right against this door!” he cupped Shane's hard erection, dragging a loud moan out of Shane's lips “You made my balls blue all day. Torturing me on my birthday.”
Shane felt weak in the knees. He was two seconds away from dropping to the ground right there and eating Ilya's cock, but that would ruin his birthday surprise “Jesus, hold on, wait!” Shane had the unforseen strength to push Ilya away from him. They were both panting “Is not because she's trained to stay, that we need to traumatize her with a show." He chuckled, glancing over to Anya who was looking at them, her head leaning to the side, with a very curious and confused look.
“Right.” Ilya nodded, taking a deep breath running his hand over his face ”Right. Up the stairs then.” he winked and ran up the steps. Shane took a deep breath himself, trying to steady his heart. Time for the birthday boy's present. He ran up the steps.
When he reached their room, Ilya was sitting at the end of the bed, only in his underwear. Shane took a moment to marvel over his husband's beauty. Ilya was looking him up and down as well.
“Those jeans are the best piece of clothing you have.” Shane smiled and slowly (for sexiness but also the jeans really were tight) took of his pants. He touched himself, needing some type of release for his throbbing erection. Ilya bit his lips, watching his husband. Shane was so fucking beautiful.
Ilya slowly closed their distance, standing to push Shane against the wall, licking into his mouth, still tasting a little of the raspberry drink Shane had ordered at the club. Shane moaned when Ilya's hands dragged under his underwear, grabbing his ass. He flipped his position, turning his back to Ilya. Ilya pressed his cock into Shane's ass, moaning in his ear. He kissed the freckles on his shoulders and the back of his neck. He dragged his hands to Shane's nipples and pinched them until Shane was desperately pushing his ass back at Ilya.
Ilya looked down to his husband's ass, ready to pull his underwear down and fuck him against the wall. But instead he froze. His hands gripping at Shane's hips, his eyes wide starring down. He felt all the air leave his lungs completely.
Shane looked back over his shoulder, smiling “Happy birthday!”
Ilya look up to him “What...” he whispered, his voice seemed to have left him too. He looked down again “Is it...” “Real?” Shane asked. Ilya couldn't even form the question in his head. “Yes. Very much so.” Carefully, Ilya's fingers touched the ink now marking his husband's skin. Shane shuddered under the gentle touch.
“I had it made yesterday. I didn't actually had a dentist appointment.” he explained. He bit his bottom lip nervously. Ilya had so many emotions passing his eyes and so little words to say, that Shane was starting to freak out a little.
“Did you like it?” he asked. The question snapped Ilya out of his dazed mind. He looked back at Shane's beautiful face “If I liked it?” he turned Shane to face him completely “Of course I liked it!” he grabbed at Shane's face kissing him desperately. Shane melted under his hands. “Are you fuckin kidding me, Hollander?” he kissed him again “You have a slut stamp of my jersey number on your skin!!” Ilya kissed him again. God Ilya was absolutely losing his mind right now. Shane Hollander was goddamn fucking insane.
Shane pushed him away, laughing “It's called a tramp stamp actually, not a..." he didn't finish the sentence, blushing intensely like saying the word slut was so embarrassing he couldn't even look Ilya in his eyes. How was this man even real? Ilya wondered, not for the first time.
“Bed. Now. I wanna see it better.” Ilya ordered and Shane quickly laid on his stomach down in their bed. He had been well trained too, apparently.
Ilya stood above his husband, drinking in the absolute gorgeous sight that Shane always was. But now he had became even more tantalizing sexy. The dark lines of the number 81 placed right above Shane's ass seemed to glow in the partially lit room.
Ilya pulled off Shane's underwear, taking a handful of his husband's ass cheeks. Shane whined and moved his ass down the mattress, seeking friction for his aching erection. Ilya leaned down and gently breathed over the tattoo. Absolutely amazed with it. He gently let his lips brushed the ink. Shane shuddered under him, his hot breath licking Shane's branded skin like flames. Ilya pressed his lips down, kissing it once, twice, three times, breathing it's existence in.
He made a trail of wet gentle kisses up Shane's spine, reaching his freckled shoulders “Was the wedding ring with my name on it not enough?” he asked, brushing his nose at Shane's ear “You needed another way to be made mine?”
Shane gasped, all the hair on his head standing up. Ilya was pressing his body down at Shane's, he slowly thrusted his covered cock between Shane's cheeks, feeling him push his ass back at it.
“You do know this things are forever, right?” Ilya asked, teasing. “Of course.” Shane barely breathed the words out. His eyes were close, his mouth open and he was desperately pushing his ass against Ilya and thrusting at the sheets.
Ilya lift his body slightly away from Shane's. He didn't want the distance but he needed Shane to explain this to him “You know you'll forever carry my jersey number on your skin?” Ilya had no idea how his voice sounded so calm, since his heart was beating in his throat. “The wedding ring, ” Shane breathed in, he stopped moving his hips “It's so that everyone else knows I'm taken for. That I already belong to someone else.” he open his eyes, dark and glassy and beautiful “The tattoo is for you only. So you know that I'm yours. Entirely yours, forever."
“Fuck!” Ilya breathed, leaning down kissing Shane's temple “Mine!” he kissed his shoulder “Mine!” he lick the back of his neck “Mine!” he kept spreading kisses and licks and bites over his husband body, repeating both in english and in russian "Mine!” “Only mine!”
Shane felt his body vibrate, electrify and burn with love and adoration. Ilya kissed and marked his skin even more, his hands scratching and caressing, his mouth licking and biting. It was too much and not nearly enough.
When Ilya reached the tattoo again his heart flipped on his chest again. He placed a wet kiss over it, then down at Shane's ass, taking a considered bite out of his left cheek. He wanted to mark every inch of his husband's body. Every corner of his curves belonged to Ilya and he wanted everyone to see it. To know that this beautiful beautiful man was his and no one else would ever have him.
Shane yelped at the pain and the pleasure. He felt strong hands wrap around his hips and he was pulled abruptly up. His ass high while his face was pressed on the mattress. He moaned when he felt the wetness of Ilya's tongue on his hole “Oh God Ilya, yes!”
Shane already felt his body light even though the pressure on his balls was maddening. As if he could read Shane's thoughts, Ilya took one of his balls into his mouth “My god Ilya you're so good at this.”
Shane's cock was unsurprisingly dripping between his legs. Ilya licked the slit, needing to taste Shane. He sucked in just the head, teasing Shane as much as he could. “C'mon Ilya! I need you inside of me!”
Ilya chuckled. Shane was always so eager for his cock. He took the lube out of the drawer seeing the smile on his husband's face. But instead of pulling down his own briefs that he was still wearing, he smeared it on his fingers, tracing the wet rim of Shane's hole.
“Always so eager, Hollander.“ Shane whined, irritated. “I'm going to take my time with you today." He pushed just the first knuckle of his finger inside and Shane desperately pushed his ass back wanting more. “It's my birthday after all and I want to take my time opening my favorite present." Ilya pushed down to the second knuckle. Shane's dick twitched between his legs. Poor guy was so hard and wet and so ignored. Ilya pushed his finger all the way to the third knuckle and licked the sensitive skin between Shane's balls and his hole. His whole body shook “More! I need more Ilya!”
Ilya kept moving the one finger inside of him. He loved it when Shane let go of himself like this, when he surrendered everything to Ilya's touch. He sucked his balls again, playing with them in his mouth, while he pushed a second finger in. Shane took him with ease. Always so ready to take everything Ilya would give him.
He remembered the first time they did this. How nervous Shane was, how inexperienced he was. God if that kid could see him now. Spread out, gripping the sheets, eyes closed, mouth open, drooling a little on himself, ass red with teeth marks on it. Back impossibly arched, shiny with sweat, black ink glistening Ilya Rozanov's jersey number on his skin.
Ilya laughed. Those kids were so damn stupid.
“A slut stamp, Hollander.” He was tracing his finger over the ink, shaking his head in disbelief. Shane didn't had the mental capacity to correct him on the name again. Slut, tramp, what even was the difference, anyway? And Shane did feel a bit slutty right now. Honestly, he kinda always felt this way with Ilya. Always so desperate and hungry for him. Always needing and begging for more of him. Exactly how he was right now.
“Is that what you are, Hollander?” asked Ilya, as if he could read Shane's thoughts. Shane didn't answer. He couldn't.
Ilya, gracing his prostate, asked again “Tell me, Hollander. Are you a slut?” They didn't do this type of dirty talk, but Ilya was slowly losing his mind glancing over his number branded on Shane's ass and his absurdly flushed face, moaning and clenching around his fingers "A beautiful, desperate and now branded mine, slut. Are you?" Shane mumbled something but his face was pressed down the mattress and Ilya's heart was pounding in his ears "What was that, moya lyubov?”
“I am.” Shane breathed out louder and Ilya's fingers faulted a little bit inside of him. Fuck! He quickly recovered though, nudging Shane's sensitive spot once more. “You're what, Hollander?” Ilya needed to hear him say the word, needed to see what new shade of red would colour his face. He took hold of Shane's cock, his thumb sliding over the head. Shane arched his ass even more. “A slut! I'm a slut!”
Ilya twisted his palm over Shane's already absurdly wet head, as a little reward for saying it. “My slut, yes? Mine!” “Yes! Fuck, always!” The red on Shane's face had traveled down his neck and even to his shoulders “Your slut, Rozanov! Always have been. Your slut!”
Ilya couldn't believe his ears. He took Shane's cock into his mouth, swallowing him hungry, moaning and twisting his fingers. Shane was so good to him, he needed his rewards.
“Oh God! I'm ready, I'm so fuckin ready Ilya! Just fuck me already!” Shane was so demanding sometimes and usually Ilya would give it to him happily, but tonight wasn't just any night.
“What did I say?” he pulled his fingers away, leaving the man's hole gripping nothing and him whining like a brat “This isn't going to be quick, sweetheart.” he took Shane's dick in his mouth again, not wanting to waist his beautiful pearly drops. He sucked it earnestly and slowly, humming and swallowing. Appreciating the gift that was his husband's dick. He thrust two fingers inside Shane again, needing to feel him warm around him. Needing to feel him everywhere.
After only a few more touches to his prostate, Shane's legs started to shake. Ilya knew he was close to coming and as much as he really really wanted to swallow Shane's load, he needed to focus on his mission. Because he had a mission tonight. A plan. A goal. And he was definitely succeeding it.
He pulled himself away, both fingers and mouth right before Shane could cross the line. “No! What, what are you doing?” Shane was panting for air, his legs were shaking, his eyes open wide and confused “I was almost there what the fuck?!” Ilya grinned and winked, placing gentle kisses to his husband's thighs, almost an excuse.
“Don't worry sweetheart, I'll let you come tonight. Just not right now." he grabbed the lube again “Not when I'm just getting started.” Shane wanted to argue, he wanted to curse Ilya and beg him to fuck him, but his husband's eyes were promising so many wonderful things to him that he couldn't form the words. Shane could only swallow his pride and anticipation, and close his eyes.
Ilya stroke himself a few times over the blue fabric of his underwear. He wouldn't pulled it down just yet, afraid that the minute he is free, he will shove his dick inside Shane's begging hole and ruin his incredible plan. His dick would have to be satisfied with a few gentle tugs for the time being.
Taking a deep breath and smearing more lube on his fingers, he slowly pushed them inside Shane. “God you always feel so good Shane.” he leaned down to lick the black number, tasting slaty sweat on his tongue “God I can't fucking believe you did this.” he touched Shane's prostate “You're so fuckin crazy.”
“For you.” Shane breathed “I'm fuckin crazy for you, Rozanov.” Ilya grinned. Mine, all mine, he thought while pushing a third finger inside. Shane was pushing his ass back, moaning sweet little sounds. He's relaxed so much more now, even his breathing wasn't so rapidly anymore.
“You love this don't you?” Ilya did, that's for sure “You love to be taken apart.” Shane only smiled. Ilya wanted to kiss his mouth. Instead he traced his free hand up his back, pushing Shane harsher down the mattress, his hand splayed on his shoulders blades. Shane's skin was burning red and Ilya's palm was marking white in it. He pushed a fourth finger inside. Moaning along side Shane. He'd never pushed more than three before. Usually that was enough to have him ready for Ilya. But tonight Ilya wanted more, much more. “Ah fuck Ilya, fuck that feels good, so fuckin good.” And Shane could take more, he knew it.
Shane's dick was dripping like a hose, making Ilya's mouth water “I fuckin love your dick Shane. I always have. From the first time I had it in my mouth.” Ilya swallowed, he was almost drooling with the memory of it. He'd been the first guy to ever suck that dick. It was always going to be his, always. “I love how easily you get hard, how much wet you get with just a few strokes.” Ilya was gripping at the back of Shane's neck, four fingers deep in his hole. He felt wonderfully tight an loose at the same time. “You're fucking incredible Shane Hollander.”
Shane didn't have words anymore. His face was pressed so hard on the sheets, his mouth wide open, he knew he was drooling all over the bed but who gave a fuck about that? Not him. Not when Ilya was bringing back incredible memories. He remembered the first time Ilya went down on him. How incredibly marvelous he was at it. How it pissed Shane off but not really. It had been the best blowjob of his life so far and consequently every blowjob Ilya ever gave him was always the best of his life. Ilya was the best part of his life, always. And forever.
Ilya took his hand from Shane's neck, allowing him to take a deep breath he hadn't realized Shane couldn't take before. Then he pulled his four fingers out of him, slowly and gentle, leaving him moaning and whining and gripping at nothing, begging for more. Ilya took a deep deep breath.
Shane was looking at him, his eyes were wet, Ilya can see his cheeks are wet too, but before he's concerned about that, Shane mutters “I love you.” and smiles so sweetly that Ilya thinks he might pass out on the floor. Instead, he smiles too and leans in to kiss Shane's wet face “I love you too.”
He makes his way back by spreading sweet kisses on his husband's trembling body. Shane is so absurdly sensitive already, shaking with every light feather touch. Ilya wants to touch his cock, but he knows it would take Shane over the edge, so he kisses his thighs, his ass, his tattoo, his hole. Sweet gentle licks to keep him loose. When Shane is trembling and begging again “Please! Ilya I need more, please! Please I love you! ” he decides it's time.
He takes the lube and pours so much into his hand that it squishes when he closes into a fist. Shane watched him doing it, eyes dark and focused. If he understood what the endgame is, he doesn't say it.
Ilya smiles at him again, “Are you okay?” he needs to know. Shane's eyebrows twitch a bit as he nods. “Are you sure? I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” Ilya won't move without knowing Shane is okay with it. He needs to know it's a line they are crossing together. “Its okay.” Shane says it, his voice hoarse but heavy with desire “I want you to. I need you to.”
Ilya's chest trembles with his breath “I love you so much Shane, so fuckin much!” Shane only smiles. “You can do this.” Ilya encourages his husband, and himself “I know you can, you always take me so fuckin right." Ilya presses a kiss to his already second favorite part of Shane's body (the first will always be his face freckles), the dark 81 above his ass and circles Shane's entrance with his fingers again. Shane whimpers, hips rocking into the touch, and then Ilya pushes inside slowly, four fingers, and a thumb.
“Ilya” cries Shane, but the name gets strangled in his throat, overtaken by a moan as Ilya keeps pushing inwards; fingers and thumb, slick slick.
Shane's breathing grows heavy, slow, deep breaths, and his hands grip at the edge of the mattress, looking for steadiness.
Ilya is breathing almost as deeply as Shane. He presses a wet, sloppy kiss to the shaft of Shane's cock, and while he is shivering, eases his husband's knuckles inside. They both gasp together as Ilya's knuckles make their way in and the rest of his hand and his wrist follows easily.
Ilya can hardly breathe. This whole time, he'd only ever considered how it was going to feel for Shane. Not once did he think about how it would feel for himself. “Fuck Shane you feel so good! So fuckin good!” Ilya starts babbling “Fuck I'm so proud of you! So fuckin proud!” then in russian “I love you so much!” “You're so beautiful!”
Shane's breathing hard. Really hard. Each breath deep and slow, making his entire body shiver with it. His eyes are shut, his lips are open and his cheeks are dark.
“Shane” Ilya calls, pleading for the reassurance only those dark beautiful eyes can give him “Are you okay?” but Shane is quiet. He seems far away and beyond this world, only his deep and steady breathing telling Ilya he's still with him. Shane licks his lips and swallows freneticklly, like he's trying to speak something. Instinctively, Ilya moves closer wanting to desperately hear him, but the movement makes his hand twist a little inside and what comes out of those wet lips is a grow, reverberating from down Shane's throat heavy with unburden pleasure.
“Fuck, Shane” he had never heard that sound come out of his husband, and it sent a jolt right down to his absurdly rock hard cock. Shane's back at breathing rapidly again, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Experimentally, Ilya twists his hand again and Shane whines and whimpers and writhes on the bed, hips rolling and...God. So fucking gorgeous that Ilya doesn't know what to do with himself.
Looking down at his arm with his whole hand inside his husband's ass, Ilya feels powerful. He moves his wrist, pulling from Shane's the most lustful sounds he's ever heard. In his hand he can feel the fast beating of Shane's heart, like he's holding it in his own hand. Every pulse flowing through him as if his heart is responsible for the blood in Ilya's own. Like he's the one pumping the life inside of him.
Shane has tears flooding from him. He moans and whines with a crooked smile on his face. He is pure glee and pleasure and all because of Ilya. For Ilya. All of Shane's love and adoration, all his pleasure and happiness, it's all Ilya's. His body and soul given freely and proudly to him.
Ilya bends down, pressing his lips to the precious number branded on the skin. His number. His husband. He touches his forehead to it, tears on his eyes. Ilya feels grateful.
So he keeps going, fulfilling his duty of humble servant to the most beautiful and angelical person he's ever had the honor of pleasuring. Twisting his arm and thrusting a little, and Shane's making these abortive, little noises, breath hitching and thighs trembling. Ilya watches as Shane's cock grows harder now, and darker, angry with arousal, twitching aimlessly between his shaky legs.
Ilya is breathing so heavily that he can hardly see. So warm. So soft. With his own shaky hand, he pulls his cock out, stroking ever so slowly, terribly afraid he'll come before Shane does. He slides his thumb over his wet slit and sighs in desperate relief, trying to blink his blurry vision into focus.
Desperately, he presses a kiss to Shane's hips, nuzzling his soft skin, inhaling his sent. God Ilya feels feral. He feels high above the skies and by the sound of the thin cries and whines coming from Shane's parted lips, he's right next to Ilya in the clouds.
He takes a deep breath to steady himself, dropping his hand from his cock. He's dangerously close to coming and that can't happen before Shane. So he keeps his arm moving. Thrusting and twisting. Tiny, little motions. And he watches as Shane's movements go from erratic to frantic.
Fucking hell.
It's only a little bit longer before Shane starts shaking. And not little tremors either, but huge full-body quakes that make the mattress shudder. Shane's hands skitter everywhere; to the pillows next to him, to the sheets, to his hair. He can't keep still. He's panting. He's moaning.
Shane suddenly lifts his body up, leaning on his elbows, back arching, head down, his fingers pulling his own hair. His chest heaving like his lungs are about to give out. Almost, Ilya thinks. Almost.
He's legs are shaking like the room is going through an earthquake. Ilya moves a little to the side, desperately needing to see Shane's face. He's flushed all over, his body practically glowing with it. Almost.
Ilya bites down his lip, failing to hold back one single whine. Shane's thighs are tensing. So fuckin close. Ilya feels like he himself might explode too, his own excruciating desire blurring the lines of time. Christ how long have they been doing this? Hours? Days? Their whole damn lives?
Slowly, ever so slowly, but shaking so hard that he can't hardly muster the co-ordination for it, Ilya retracts his hand. The absolute sob that shakes Shane's chest, when he feels himself suddenly empty, throws another jolt of pure electricity to Ilya's cock. He takes five seconds to watch Shane's hole gripping at nothing, large and slick and begging.
Moving in what felt like actual slow motion, without a single direct thought in mind other than ‘We need to end this right now or we'll both die!’ Ilya holds with both hands Shane's hips, to keep him steady while he gently, lovingly, devotedly and adoringly, thrusts himself inside.
The sensation is almost too much that he almost crashes on top of Shane, his head spinning the room around, with stars in his vision. Shane's arms falter and he drops down, screaming his first word in a long time. A very high pitched “Yes!”
Ilya shakes his head into focus. He knows this won't take long at all, so he keeps himself still. Looking down at their combined bodies. It feels as it has always felt, soft and warm and cozy. But it also feels entirely different. Shane always took Ilya with perfection. From the first time, he always felt perfect. Right. Like he had been delicately handmade for Ilya. And even after all these years, Shane, perfect Shane, had always been slightly tight around him. And Ilya loved him for it. But now, now Ilya can feel him loose, no longer gently hugging him but allowing Ilya to take place inside, get even more comfortable. Now he'd been delicately handmade by Ilya. He thinks he could seriously live inside of Shane forever and ever now. He felt unsurprisingly perfect. Like late nights cuddling lazily in the couch, feeling the warmth of the fireplace and the steady beat of each other's hearts.
“Ilya” called Shane, his ragged beautiful voice calling Ilya back into orbit, into his arms “Please" he whispers, looking at Ilya so adoringly “Take me,” he swallows “take me home.”
Home.
Ilya wraps his arm under Shane, holding the head of his cock, sliding one slick finger at his slit and Shane screams. Coming all over the bed, his legs, his stomach. His back shaking and pushing back at Ilya. And he was gone too. Coming so strongly he had to place a flat hand on Shane's back, to not fall over him. He pulled himself out, stroking the last few drops on Shane's ass, painting the black ink with white.
Shane goes limp. His legs falling back and dropping him all over the mess he'd made. A few after shocks were still shaking him. Ilya wanted to drop dead next to him, but he couldn't stop staring at Shane. He always looked absolutely beautiful after sex. Glowing and light and free. He glanced over the marks on his husband's back. Kiss marks, bite marks, Ilya's full hand splayed between his shoulder blades. And in the end, Ilya's jersey number painted black and white on his skin. All the other marks would eventually leave, fade away, but that one, that one was forever.
Home.
And because Ilya did eventually had to move somewhere, he took his phone out from the pants he'd threw in the corner, and snapped a picture of his very beautiful and very very very sexy husband. He needed this moment to be forever as well.
Then he absolutely dropped himself dead next to Shane. He didn't necessarily fall asleep, but he did fall in a calm and relaxing cloud that took him and Shane on a peaceful journey.
Eventually, Shane came back to this world and pulled Ilya back with gentle kisses to his face. Impossibly so, Shane had became even more beautiful than Ilya remembered form however long ago he'd dropped in the bed.
“That was incredible.” Shane whispered, nuzzling Ilya's curls, kissing his head. “Incredible doesn't even come close. There are no words. No words.” it still felt like they were in that peaceful cloud.
Shane kissed him, very gently. Both too tired to move more than their lips. Home.
Eventually, when even kissing seemed tiresome, Ilya proposed they take a bath. Shane's body definitely needed to relax in perfumed warm water. “You're going to flip when you see the state of you.” Ilya said it, thinking merely of the dry come all over Shane. He knew he didn't like to be dirty like that. But Shane, adorable Shane, bit his lip and blushed. God, Ilya loved him.
He pulled Shane out of bed then stood back to admire his stunning husband strut towards their bathroom. His broad freckled shoulders, muscled back, slim waist, perfectly round ass and long strong legs. And Ilya's jersey number branded on his ass. Fuck, he really wasn't ever going to cope with that, wasn't he?
When Shane walked into the bathroom he audibly gasped, covering his mouth and everything, when he saw his reflection in their full length mirror. He looked absolutely devoured. His hair sweaty and messy, clinging to his forehead, his face flushed a deep red, freckles spotting everywhere, eyes glassy and wild, lips swollen from how much he bit into them. His neck had red marks all over it. Turning his body around Shane saw red marks and teeth marks on his ribs and shoulders. He could kind of see the edges of what looked like Ilya's full palm on his back. His ass had a very prominent bite mark, that seemed it definitely hurt to make, but he didn't remembered ever hurting. When he saw his new tattoo he felt his face warm.
He'd thought about it for months before deciding to do it. He got the idea one random day, scrolling through the internet. He was reading comments about some random hockey game when he stumbled upon a picture of a woman, a fan, showing off her jersey number back tattoo. He didn't remembered which player she was honoring, but that idea was immediately planted in his head. For months it was all he thought about.
He would go to practice, see Ilya walk around with that giant 81 on his back, see the fans with big signs of it, declaring their love for him. He would go home and stare at Ilya's loom tattoo. He got that made before they were even out. Before they were married. Before anyone knew about them. When all Ilya could tell the world about them, were secret love letters that people didn't even know to read.
Shane wanted a love letter too. One that everyone would be able to read. He wanted Ilya to know, clearly and directly. Shane was his. Body and soul and everything in between.
Now, he glances over his shoulder, seeing his husband leaning at the doorframe, a silly grin on his face, a little flush on his cheeks too “What a birthday huh?” Shane teases.
Ilya laughs, throwing his head back and everything. He wraps his arms around Shane's waist, pulling him close as if they had been apart for ages “As far as I'm concern, I don't ever need to have birthdays ever again. Nothing will ever top this one.” he kisses Shane's bottom lip. “Is that a challenge, Rozanov?” Shane teases and Ilya's eyes turn a tiny bit darker “You'd like that, wouldn't you, Hollander?”
They kissed until their limbs got too tired. Adrenaline crashing down hard again. The warm bath was a balm to Shane's aching muscles. And even better was the massage Ilya gave him, before they wrapped each other in a tight embrace, falling asleep with silly smiles on their faces.