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Birthday.
It was Ilya’s birthday.
And Shane was feeling sentimental.
And he did something he hadn’t done before.
Shane opened up his instagram and wrote a post.
“Ilya, I’ve known you for 11 years and liked you for 10 and loved you for 5 (although maybe longer..). You are the light in my life. You’re my rock. You’re my undying support. You are kind and gentle and funny. You love deeply and completely. Sometimes you’re an asshole which somehow makes me love you even more. I couldn’t have imagined a better husband and friend. Sometimes I think my parents love you more than me, which does upset me a bit but somehow I’ll live.
“You are so much more than you realize. If you could see yourself the way I see you…I love you. Happy Birthday.”
Your Shane.
He added a picture of them at the cottage, leaning against each other in the summer time. His Mum had taken it.
Shane furiously wiped his eyes of tears and hit post.
He needed to focus on making breakfast for them. Shane had gotten a lot better about food these days. He’d spoken to a therapist about that and found he actually looked forward to eating and enjoying things, properly, without worrying about the consequences.
Shane made scrambled eggs and some pancakes. He carefully cut up some fruit and made toast. Shane dutifully carried it into their bedroom.
Their bedroom.
He grinned.
“Happy Birthday Babe.”
“Your instagram post. Full of lies.”
Shane’s face fell for a moment.
“You loved me at first sight.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.” Shane grinned and kissed him a few times.
The pair ate breakfast in bed, even if part of Shane hated it. Crumbs in the bed….
“It was a very nice post.”
“Thank you. I’m..I’m glad you wanted to marry me.”
It still surprised him that Ilya had said yes. Somehow he wanted to marry him. There were moments where Shane was sure he would wake up from this amazing dream to an empty bed and empty house.
“And I’m glad you wanted to marry me. Candles. Very convincing.”
They idly ate their breakfast and set the plates aside.
“Now…Mr Rozanov…” Shane started, crawling into top of Ilya. “What would you like to do for your birthday?”
“You.”
Shane laughed. “That’s the plan..” He said between kisses.
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The day had been perfect. They spent most of the day in bed, not entirely having sex because Anya wanted some on the bed time too which Shane had immediately caved to.
But that night after dinner.
“Sit.” Shane told Ilya, pointing to a chair in front of the bed. He handed him a glass of his favourite vodka. The other man did what he was told, curious as to what his husband had planned.
“You wanted to know what colour it was.” Shane started, digging into the side table and pulling out a blue dildo. “And I thought…” He said, slowly taking his clothes off, leaving his underwear on. Shane crawled onto the bed, Ilya’s eyes following his movements.
He closed his eyes and started to caress his body, licking and sucking the dildo. “Before…when we were apart..I used…to pretend this was you..” Shane admitted, his ears going a little pink at the admission.
“Well I’m much bigger than that but go on.”
“Asshole.”
“And I want to see yours.”
He did love being told what to do and Shane took his underwear off, spreading his legs so his husband could see him. All of him. His hand wandered down to his already hard cock, lazily stroking it. “Mmm…fuck…God..I used to…imagine you just fucking me in front of all those windows…”
“So everyone would see who you belonged to. I should have marked you up.”
“Fuck…if you’d done that…you probably would have won a lot more hockey games…” Shane lubed up a couple of his fingers and massaged his hole before plunging them in. “Mmm fuck…”
Ilya fucking loved watching Shane touch himself. He felt so fucking smug that no one but him knew this side of him. Even Rose fucking Landry. Which was a perfectly nice person but thinking about it made him a little territorial.
Shane’s fingers on his free hand rubbed and tugged at his nipples while his other fingers plunged deeper and deeper inside of him. His cock was already dripping a little, much to Ilya’s delight. “No…no one gets me like this the way you do..”
“Mmm tell me more…”
“No one…you…make me so…needy….I would…fuck…sit on your dick all day if I could…” Shane admitted, moving his fingers fast. “It’s so fuckin big and it just..fills me up…Every..every time you’d hit me into the boards, I just wanted you to fuck me…” He lubed up the dildo and slowly slid it inside of himself, moaning loudly as he did so. “FUCK! God…” Shane slowly started to move it. “You’re so perfect and fucking hot and you married me…I see other guys look at you and you’re fucking mine.”
“You are all mine.”
Ilya wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he could watch his husband fuck himself before that toy needed to be replaced by his cock.
“Mmm I need you…” Shane murmured, starting to stroke his cock, biting his lip.
“What do you need?”
“I need you to fuck me Mr Rozanov.”
Well that did it.
Ilya made quick work of his clothes and crawled onto the bed, while Shane eased out the dildo. He wasted no time sliding into Shane’s already prepared, lubed up hole. “FUCK!” They both yelled, Ilya smashing his lips into Shane’s. “Fuck you’re so fucking hot…” Shane murmured to him, kissing his lips, his neck, his hands wandering his husband’s body.
“Watching you fuck yourself with that toy…Shane..you are beautiful. You are so beautiful.”
Shane’s cheeks went a little pink, something that he did every time his husband said that. It was one of those compliments that really got him and that he loved more than anything.
Ilya took Shane’s cock in his hand and stroked it while his own was thrusting hard into his husband. “Ohh fuck oh fuck… Just like that…I wanna feel it for days…”
He admired his husband. Fuck he was gorgeous, especially now. His dark eyes fluttered shut with those long lashes. His cheeks flushed and his pink lips parted.
“Tell me more about me.”
“Mmm….I love your eyes and your fucking smile…Fuck…Mmm…your fucking hands..they’re so big…the way you lift me up effortlessly..fuck I love that….I love your hands…and your perfect ass…”
“What else…”
“And your fucking cock. It’s so fucking big and I love it….mmm…goddd…You know just what to do with it. You tear me apart and…Fuck fucking fuck…Ilya….I love you I love you….”
It wasn’t much longer before Shane did come apart and screamed Ilya’s name as his orgasm hit him like a fucking train. Ilya came right after, screaming Shane’s name shouting in Russian how much he loved Shane. “Fuck…I didn’t…fuck….you know…” Shane tried to speak but words were hard. He and Ilya laid there panting and kissing for a while waiting for their hearts to start beating normally.
“I didn’t know sex could be like this.” Shane admitted finally, once he felt coherent enough. “Every one before you or when…” He vaguely gestured to his disastrous sex with Rose. “I just…assumed sex just wasn’t supposed to be as good for men. I just…I just thought we came and that was it. You see all those things about when women have sex and they talk about mindblowing sex and I thought well I guess that’s biology.”
It was rather upsetting that Shane was admitting this but he was glad that he was trying to be more open with him. And he was fucking glad he changed his mind about sex. Thank god.
“You just crashed into my life and me.” Shane said with a smirk on his face.
“I did. Many times. I love you.”
“I love you too.”