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I’m your man
Shane hadn't felt quite right since the moment he woke up.
Ilya could see how hard he tried to shrug it off, go with the day as if nothing was wrong but something clearly was off.
Only it seemed that Shane himself couldn't figure out what it was.
He tried yoga, they went for a light jog with Anya but Shane was still restless.
It was starting to get on Ilya's nerves.
Not that he was annoyed with the grumbling and huffing, more that he felt hopeless, like he wasn't enough to help his lover.
The game was about to start but Shane still couldn't sit still.
Ilya finally had enough.
He grabbed Shane by the waist and yanked him over his lap.
Shane yelped, pushing up on his elbows to look at Ilya.
Ilya simply pulled Shane's sweatpants and briefs off, one hand splayed over Shane's lower back to hold him in place.
-What are you doing? - Shane asked but didn't move away from Ilya's lap.
- Relaxing you. - Ilya raised one brow, waiting for Shane to decide if he was okay with it or wanted them to stop.
Shane mumbled small okay and settled down, turning his head to watch the TV.
Ilya started simple, palming Shane's ass, kneading the firm cheeks, spreading them and just watching the tight hole clenching on empty air.
Shane was always so hungry for it, it was driving Ilya crazy.
He quickly reached for the lube that was stashed under one of the couch cushions where Ilya always loved to sit in the corner.
Shane was already way more calm than before, actually watching the TV now that the game was just about to start.
Ilya wanted to kiss him, nuzzle against his neck but that would mean changing their position and he could see how comfy Shane was.
He slicked up one finger, rubbing it over Shane's hole, watching the delicious reaction, the small gasp of breath, clench of his ass, his dick pushing out a drop of pre-come.
Ilya enjoyed fingering Shane, he could do it all day, just giving Shane as much pleasure as possible, milking him dry.
Shane's hips buckled when Ilya finally pushed his finger inside but Ilya held him down with one firm hand over Shane's lower back.
Ilya looked up at the TV where the players were warming up but his attention was pulled back to Shane in his lap.
Nothing was more attention grabbing than his Shane.
Ilya didn't rush, he made sure to bring Shane close to desperation before adding another finger, earning a relieved sigh.
Ilya trailed his free hand up Shane's back, raking his fingers through Shane's hair, earning a soft moan like purr.
God, he loved Shane.
He settled his hand back over Shane's lower back to hold him in place.
Ilya pushed a third finger in, getting a lovely mewl from Shane when he pushed them all against Shane's prostate.
Ilya was rock hard, sure that Shane could feel it through Ilya's sweatpants.
Shane was leaking, soaking the fabric.
But Ilya wasn't done yet, he wanted Shane fully relaxed, fully out of his mind.
He was thinking about trying to add another finger, not sure if that would be too much.
But Shane clenched around Ilya's fingers before he could decide, a huffing moan falling from his lips, letting Ilya know that he was close.
Ilya couldn't help but grin, starting to finger Shane a bit faster, with a bit more force, making sure to push against that sweet spot.
Shane reached back, grabbing Ilya's knee with one hand while the other was grabbing at the couch pillow, he pushed his face against the couch, choked off moans falling into the cushion as his dick throbbed against Ilya's lap.
The next moment he was coming, clenching against Ilya's fingers, swallowing them as deeply as he could.
Ilya rubbed his back soothingly, waiting for Shane to slowly calm down.
Ilya carefully pulled his fingers out before pulling Shane up and in his lap, hugging him close.
Shane had a dopey grin on his face, his eyes still closed.
Ilya kissed his jaw softly before lifting Shane up with one strong arm around his waist.
He pulled his dick out, quickly pouring some lube on before carefully lowering Shane down on it.
Shane's lips parted on a loud moan, his head bowing backwards to rest against Ilya's shoulder.
But Ilya slipped inside easily, holding Shane in place firmly on his lap before relaxing back against the couch.
Shane blinked up at him and Ilya couldn't hold back any more, he kissed Shane deeply.
Shane rested his hand over Ilya's around his middle, looking back up at the TV.
Ilya loved him so much and didn't understand how he got so lucky to call Shane his.
He settled to watch the rest of the game, nestled deeply inside Shane.
They hadn't done this before but it just felt natural in the moment and Shane didn't seem to mind at all.
They both tried their best to focus on the game but any moment they moved or shifted, it would pull them back to how they were connected.
By third period Shane was rock hard, his dickhead wet already.
Ilya couldn't stop nuzzling against Shane's neck, his temple, earning Shane to clench around him.
They finally made it to the end of the game, Shane snatching the remote and turning the TV off, throwing the remote down, not even caring.
In the next second he was pushing up and the next falling back down, letting out a feral sounding moan.
Ilya's fingers clenched over Shane's hips.
Shane shot him a look that was almost like a challenge.
Ilya growled.
In one swift move they were up and Shane was scrambling to kneel on the couch, holding on to the back, his ass up.
Ilya gripped him by the hips and pushed inside.
Yeah, cockwarming had been fun but they both were going insane by this point.
They fucked like they didn't have any time left, curses and moans falling past their lips.
Ilya was holding on so tightly that for a second he was afraid that he would leave bruises but then Shane was slamming back and spasming over his dick.
Ilya only had enough time to grab Shane's discarded sweatpants and push them under Shane's dick so no come would hit the couch.
He came just seconds later, buried deep inside Shane.
He leaned over Shane, hugging him with one arm around his middle.
What he didn't expect was Shane starting to chuckle before starting to laugh fully.
Ilya couldn't help but join in.
-I guess this was a success? - He asked with a kiss against Shane's cheek.
- You bet. But now you need to carry me to the shower, I don't think my legs will hold. - Shane laughed, pushing up enough to kiss Ilya.
- I love you so much. - Ilya looked Shane straight in the eyes, melting at the soft smile spreading over Shane's lips.
- I love you with all my heart. - Shane kissed him softly.
They were definitely doing this again.