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Shane has seen a lot of weird videos in his life. A lot of movies and documentaries on strange topics. When his brain is spiraling, what takes him out of his head sometimes is to get into a rabbit hole and just focus on that for a bit. It just works.
That’s how he ended up finding a compilation of TikTok videos on Youtube of people getting naked in front of their partners when they were on a call, or playing video-games online or something like that. He chuckled at it, but then… Then his mind wandered, as always, to Ilya and what his reaction would be like.
Most of the videos depicted the partners being flabbergasted and then dropping everything to get frisky. Shane wasn't sure what Ilya's reaction would be - he did have his suspicions - but he really wanted to try. Ilya loved when Shane got a bit cheeky, when he took initiative, so he could only guess how this was going to end. It was his whole plan. He wasn’t 100% sure but he definitely hoped. Also, Ilya was always being a little shit when he caught him on a call, so maybe it was time to get some good old revenge.
The perfect opportunity arrives only a couple days later.
He gets home from a run, and Ilya is playing video games in the living-room, his headphones in while he screams at somebody over the sound of the game. Shane is pretty sure the people at the other side are some of the Centaurs, because the one almost whining sounds exactly like Luca Haas. He waves when he passes by, but Ilya barely looks his way, choosing to curse at somebody in Russian. Shane smiles proudly to himself when he recognizes that word means asshole.
His nerves are simmering at low heat when he enters the shower. He gets as ready as possible, using the special lube they keep there for occasions just like this. His dick is half hard already just thinking about Ilya’s reaction to seeing Shane suddenly drop his towel in the middle of the living room, the way his eyes will almost definitely darken. Maybe Ilya will moan at the sight of his naked boyfriend and reveal to his friends exactly what is going on. He feels hot all over, his body flushing bright red. He removes his fingers and decides it’s time to dry himself off before he gets too carried away. Ilya was on to something when he said he liked to be bad. And right now, the anticipation and the prospect of Ilya unleashing on him… Yep, his dick is fully hard.
He ties the towel around his waist and walks downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible while he positions himself to the side of the sofa. Ilya is so focused on screaming at the screen that he doesn’t see Shane. Perfect. Shane has a total of three seconds of hesitation before he sets his mind to it. He’s feeling cheeky. And horny.
“Hey, Ilya,” Shane calls out and the second Ilya’s eyes look away from the screen, he lets his towel fall to the floor. He will need to pick that up later.
Shane sees the exact second Ilya’s brain catches up to what he’s seeing right in front of him, mouth half open and game forgotten. He raises his eyebrows and his big smirk appears, features transforming with that determined gesture that always means Shane is going to be walking funny tomorrow.
There are screams so loud that Shane can hear them coming through Ilya’s headphones, but he doesn’t seem to mind when he calls out: “Guys, I have to go. See you!”
Shane can hear the shouted complaints from the team, Wyatt being the loudest one, before Ilya clicks something and the screen goes black. Shane shifts his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling hyper-aware of every inch of his body right now, his exposed skin getting pink with light embarrassment.
Ilya’s smirk only grows wider when he checks out Shane and leans back on the couch, arms going over the back of it in the most menacing position ever. “What is this?” Ilya asks, licking his lips.
Shane swallows around the knot in his throat, but reminds himself this is his boyfriend, not a threat. “What does it look like?” He throws back, proud of himself for being nonchalant about it.
Ilya hums as if he’s thinking, but his eyes never look away. “Well, my boyfriend is naked in front of me. So either you want to get fucked, or you are pranking me. Are you pranking me, Hollander?” There’s an undertone in his voice that promises trouble, and Shane craves it like his next breath.
Shane doesn’t answer, and Ilya doesn’t say anything else, but the intensity of his gaze is practically burning against Shane’s skin. He can feel every fiber of his being while he squirms under his boyfriend’s gaze. Shane feels hot all over, his dick throbbing between his legs. Since that night in Vegas, there’s something inside of him that aches to be watched, to be teased from afar, and good goddess, right now he could come just with the way Ilya is looking at him.
Ilya gets up, walking towards Shane until they are barely a breath apart but not touching him at all. Shane can see how hard his boyfriend is in his sweats, and the mere sight makes his mouth water. He considers dropping to his knees, but he craves more than that.
“Tell me what you want,” Ilya’s voice is calm and controlled, but his pupils are blown, the vein in his neck throbbing visibly.
Instead of answering, Shane lets out a soft: “Race you to bed,” and turns around towards the stairs.
His advantage is very thin, so he pushes his legs to go faster as he takes the steps two at a time. He can hear Ilya behind him, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before Shane feels his boyfriend’s body collide with his back, arms coming around his middle, stopping him in his tracks.
Ilya is mouthing his neck, rocking his dick against Shane’s ass and making him see stars behind his closed eyes. Shane pushes back, wanting to feel him and only making Ilya chuckle again. The asshole.
Shane feels Ilya nuzzling at his neck, nipping at his skin softly and almost making his knees give up under him. The contact is soft, and Shane instantly craves more. “Is this what you want, Hollander? For me to fuck you against the wall? Or do you prefer the floor?” Ilya whispers against his ear, biting his lobe and making Shane shiver.
“I don’t care where. Fuck. I just need you. Ilya, please.” If it were with anybody else, Shane would feel embarrassed about how needy his voice sounds, but he can feel Ilya’s dick twitching against his ass, clearly affected.
“Bed. Hands and knees,” Ilya orders, voice rough, no hint of control there anymore.
When he releases Shane’s middle, he almost falls forward, but he catches himself just in time, crawling towards the middle of the mattress. He positions himself, knees far apart and face pressing down on the pillow, exposing himself.
Ilya’s hands touch his skin reverently, first his back and then down, down, down… until he’s parting his cheeks and exposing him further. Embarrassment fills Shane’s veins, but it only fuels his arousal further.
He can hear the smile in Ilya’s voice when he talks again: “You already prepped while I was playing… You planned this, didn’t you?” Shane whines an agreement, muffled by the fabric. “Always so eager for me.” Shane can’t even brace himself before he feels a rustle of fabric and the tip of Ilya’s dick against his hole. “You ready?” Shane looks over his shoulder and grunts in agreement.
He doesn’t want careful and caring Ilya, as much as Shane loves that version of Ilya. Right now he wants to be destroyed. He wants to feel it tomorrow, wants to be walking funny maybe the rest of the week. Ilya seems to get this, because he slaps his ass cheek hard before pushing forward, slamming his hips into Shane just shy of painfully. And Shane loves it.
Shane swallows a moan when he feels Ilya deep inside, but he can’t catch his breath, or even think, before his boyfriend is moving at a punishing pace. Ilya’s hands are grabbing onto his hips with such force he’s glad he doesn’t have practice tomorrow because that would be hard to explain. The pace is frantic, almost desperate, and the grunts and groans coming from Ilya are adding to Shane’s own pleasure until he’s gasping for air with each new thrust.
The sound of skin against skin and the chanted vowels Shane keeps moaning are like a symphony of debauchery. It never feels like enough, it’s like his whole body craves Ilya. Like he wants to keep him inside forever, and it’s only satisfied when Ilya is rocking into him like his life depends on it. It’s intoxicating, and Shane wouldn’t change it for the world.
Ilya changes the angle almost imperceptibly, but the second his dick hits Shane’s prostate, he’s done for. No thoughts left, no coherence in the broken words escaping his mouth. Shane’s arms give out under him, chest plastered against the mattress while his eyes roll back onto his head, whole body shaking uncontrollably, and his dick throbbing. He’s so close.
“Look at you. Your hole looks so perfect wrapped around my cock,” Ilya mumbles in Russian, and Shane can’t even be proud of understanding because his body tenses, and he feels the telltale sign of his orgasm approaching. “Come on, come for me,” Ilya orders, in English this time, the words slurred and his thrusts losing all semblance of rhythm. It still feels fucking fantastic.
The orgasm hits Shane like a check in the last minute of a match, pushing the air out of his lungs while he lets out a long moan and his body shakes under Ilya’s. He can feel his boyfriend coming, too, but he’s too focused on his pleasure to pay him any attention.
Ilya falls forward, pressing his whole body against Shane’s back and kissing every millimeter of skin he can reach. They come down from their high softly, carefully, like coming back to reality after a long nap.
They are still breathing hard, hands roaming on the other’s body when Ilya speaks: “I love that trick,” smugness written all over his grin. “Coming hands free,” he clarifies with a big smirk.
“Shut up,” Shane tells him, pushing his whole hand against his boyfriend’s face and smiling when Ilya laughs.
It's a bit later, when they have cleaned up and they are cuddling in bed, when Ilya questions him: “Where did all of that come from?”
“I saw it on YouTube,” Shane confesses, face feeling hot again.
“You saw people getting naked on Youtube?” Ilya mocks, pretending to be scandalized.
“No! Just this… This TikTok challenge. People were getting naked in front of their partners and recording their reaction, and...” Ilya’s smile only grows wider. “Shut up.”
“I love you so much,” is all Ilya responds before kissing him deeply.