Ilya rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched. “I guess that is a compliment.”
“It is,” Shane agreed quickly. He flipped over to his back. “That felt incredible.”
“Good.”
“Did, um...did you like doing that?”
Ilya nodded. “I did. Yes. Until you bashed me in the face.”
Shane bit his lip to keep from grinning, but Ilya noticed. With a snort that didn’t really sound angry, Ilya bent down until their faces were inches apart.
Shane tilted his chin up for a kiss before he remembered where Ilya’s mouth had just been. Did he care?
No.
He leaned up and kissed him, and he didn’t really taste much of anything. It was just the familiar heat of Ilya’s mouth on his. He felt the press of Ilya’s hard cock against his hip, and the need to have it inside of him flared right back up in Shane.
“Please.”
Ilya looked around and Shane pointed to the nightstand to the right of the bed. Ilya opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, but he didn’t close the drawer right away.
“What?” Shane asked.
“I was hoping there would be toys.”
“I don’t keep any here.”
“You have a big stash in Montreal?”
Shane blushed. “No!”
“No? Still just one lonely dildo?”
Yes.
Shane slammed his head back on the pillow. He was not above whining at this point. “Please shut up and fuck me.”
Ilya wasted no time positioning himself between Shane’s legs and driving into him. Shane wasn’t sure if he was trying to saybe careful what you wish for, but Shane wasn’t feeling sorry at all.
Shane cried out into the room. He let himself be as loud as he’d always wanted to be, because hecould.
“Oh, Shane. Yes. I want to hear it.”
Ilya slammed into him over and over, making the headboard bang against the wall. Shane reached a hand up to steady it, but Ilya just covered his hand with his own, bracing himself against the wall and fucking him even harder.
Shane lifted his legs and rested his ankles on Ilya’s shoulders. Ilya growled and lunged forward, folding Shane in half and sinking deeper inside him.
Ilya’s face was slick with sweat, and his eyes were wild. “Shane. Fuck—I—holy shit. You’re amazing, Shane. So fucking good.”
Shane could only make high, whimpery noises in response. He was going to come. There was nothing touching his dick, but it was going to happen. Any second now.
“You look like—are you going to come, Hollander?”
“Yeah,” Shane gasped.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Come on.”
Ilya thrust faster, keeping his eyes on Shane’s dick, and then Shane erupted. He screamed and arched and watched with Ilya as his dick coated his stomach and chest.
