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“I don’t know if I’m going to like this, Shane,” Ilya admitted. “I can’t imagine hurting you, even if it’s supposed to be just for fun.”
“I know,” Shane replied softly. “I don’t want to hurt you either. But can we at least try?”
“We can stop whenever you want,” Shane added quickly. “We’ll come up with a safe word.”
“Okay,” Ilya said after a moment. He sat down on the bed, thinking, then shrugged. “Loon.”
“Loon?” Shane laughed, a small smile spreading across his face. “Yeah… okay.”
“So how do we start?” Ilya asked. “What do you want me to do first?”
Instead of answering, Shane leaned forward and crashed his lips against Ilya’s. His hands moved over Ilya’s body, roaming slowly as the kiss deepened. Shane pulled him closer, letting himself sink fully into the moment as he devoured Ilya’s mouth.
His hand slipped down into Ilya’s shorts, wrapping around him and stroking slowly at first before gradually picking up the pace. He focused on getting Ilya relaxed and worked up, not revealing the plan forming in his head one he knew Ilya probably wouldn’t appreciate once he realized it.
With every movement, Shane could feel Ilya’s muscles tightening and flexing beneath his touch. Ilya shifted against him, his body reacting instinctively. He was subtly pushing his hips up into Shane’s hand, searching for more friction than Shane was giving him.
He trailed light kisses down Ilya’s jaw and along his neck, sucking and nipping softly before moving up to do the same at his ear. Then he captured Ilya’s mouth again, kissing him deeply.
Shane could tell how close Ilya was getting. His hips were moving against Shane’s hand, almost grinding for more friction. Just as Shane felt Ilya’s body twitch beneath him, he suddenly pulled his hand out of Ilya’s pants and broke the kiss, stepping back.
Ilya stared at him, confused, trying to understand what had just happened.
“Why did you stop?” he blurted out.
Shane held his gaze for a moment before answering quietly, “I wanted to see how close I could get you… and then stop. Just to see how it would make you feel.”
“Fuck Shane” Ilya said, stunned.
With a slow smirk on his face Shane says. “Are you going to punish me?”
IIya returned the look, a small hint of a smile forming.
“You will see.”
“Take your clothes off,” Ilya commanded. “And get on the bed.”
Shane obeyed immediately. He laid on his back, waiting for the next instruction, but instead Ilya simply rolled him over and pulled him toward the end of the bed. With his foot, Ilya nudged Shane’s legs apart.
“That wasn’t very nice, Shane,” he said. “Keeping your husband from finishing… that’s not how good, boring guys behave. They listen. They obey.”
A brief smile flashed across Ilya’s face before he continued. “So a punishment is in order. That’s what you wanted after all, right?”
“Yes,” Shane answered.
Ilya let out a small huff. “I thought so. That’s why I’m going to make sure your ass is bruised. You’ll remember this punishment.”
Shane shifted nervously on the bed, squirming slightly as he took in what Ilya was telling him.
Ilya brought his hand down in a swift strike against Shane’s right cheek.
“Count them, my disobedient домашний питомец.”
“One,” Shane breathed out. The mark blooming across his skin was bright red, and Ilya was certain it stung far worse than the sting lingering in his palm.
When his hand came down again, just beneath the first mark, Shane grunted and grabbed at the sheets, but he still managed, “Two.”
Letting go of Shane’s neck, Ilya switched hands and struck the other side.
“Three… Four.”
Low grunts slipped from Shane as Ilya rubbed over the reddening skin afterward, squeezing and kneading gently.
“You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” Ilya murmured.
“Yes, Ilya,” Shane forced out, his voice tight with pain.
Ilya lowered himself, brushing his lips along Shane’s length before taking a slow lick upward and teasing the tip with his tongue. With a hand on each cheek, he squeezed again, mixing the lingering sting with the teasing touch as he continued.
A deep groan of satisfaction left Ilya when Shane’s body reacted, arousal clearly taking over despite everything.
Shane was panting now, slowly losing himself in what Ilya was doing and the way he kept building the tension.
Kneeling behind him again, Ilya leaned down and whispered in Shane’s ear, “You have ten. Six more to go.”
“Yes,” Shane answered, his expression already hazy.
“You’re my perfect little toy, aren’t you?”
Just as Shane started to answer, Ilya’s palm came down again.
Shane’s breathing hitched sharply from the impact. But this time he didn’t count.
Ilya rubbed over the heated skin again, kneading the bright red marks.
“You won’t disappoint me like that again, will you?” he asked quietly.
“No,” Shane replied, his voice strained—right as Ilya’s other hand came down in another sharp strike.
Just as Ilya's about to speak, Shane whispers, “Six.”
“Good boy,” IIya murmurs, spreading his cheeks and tracing slow circles around him. “So desperate.”
Shane pushes back against my hand.
“Greedy little slut.”
“For you,” Shane answers quietly.
IIya brings his hand down again, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Every place I’ve struck will be bruised. My palm throbs now, almost numb from the repeated blows.
Smack. He’s mine. No one else’s.
Smack.
“Ten,” Shane finally grunts out loudly.
Ilya grips his hips and pulls him up onto all fours. His arousal already visible and ready for him, Ilya pushes forward in one swift motion, burying himself inside shane completely.
Shane’s face floods with pure pleasure.
IIya stays close and begins moving, driving into him hard and fast. Shane lowers his head toward the bed, clutching the sheets tighter with every thrust.
“So good, Ilya,” he pants.
“I love this,” Shane breathes. “I love you.”
IIya's close himself now. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of Shane’s shoulder before nipping lightly at his ear.
“I love you so much, Shane,” he murmurs. “You feel so good right now.”
“My perfect домашний питомец.”
They both finish, and Ilya collapses on top of Shane’s back. He knows Shane will probably complain in a moment about the mess soaking into the bedsheets, but for now neither of them moves. They stay there, pressed together, breathing heavily and slowly coming down from the intensity of it all.
After a minute, Ilya finally pushes himself up, allowing Shane to sit up and notice the mess on the sheets. Ilya heads into the bathroom and returns with a few washcloths, gently starting to clean Shane up.
Shane loves when Ilya takes care of him like this. It makes him feel how deeply Ilya cares about him.
Once they’re both cleaned up and the sheets have been changed, they climb back into bed and settle under the covers, curling up together.
“Are you okay?” Ilya asks quietly, unsure if he might have gone too far. He could tell Shane was enjoying it, but the doubt still lingers.
“I’m okay,” Shane replies. “My ass stings a little, but I’m okay.”
Ilya leans in and places a soft kiss on Shane’s lips, then another against his temple. Shane shifts closer, resting his head in the crook of Ilya’s neck and chest, closing his eyes as he lies there thinking about everything that just happened.
A few silent minutes pass before Ilya asks again, more gently this time, “Are you sure you’re okay, Shane?”
Shane lifts himself slightly so he can meet Ilya’s eyes.
“Ilya, I promise you didn’t hurt me. If you were hurting me, I would’ve told you to stop.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” Shane continues. “I asked you to punish me.”
“And you liked it,” Ilya says.
Shane smiles faintly. “Yes. Very much. It was really hot.”
“Good,” Ilya says softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Shane replies.
“Let’s sleep,” Shane adds lazily.
“Shane,” Ilya says a moment later.
“Hmm?” Shane murmurs.
“Uh… can we let Anya in now?”
Shane laughs, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s neck. “Yeah, go get her.”
“Oh, thank God,” Ilya blurts out.
He opens the door and finds Anya sitting patiently outside, waiting to be let in. As soon as the door opens, she trots inside, heading straight for her bed before curling up.
Ilya switches off the light, giving her one last gentle pat. “Good girl, Anya.”
Then he climbs back into bed, leaning over to kiss the top of Shane’s head before brushing his lips against his mouth.
“Good night, my love.”
“Good night. I love you,” Shane murmurs sleepily, his eyes already closed.