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Ever since Shane and Ilya became an openly gay couple, they’d received a huge amount of support from fans. While the hockey fans had been a bit split on it, some homophobic comments still came on their posts, but majority had been positive, and better yet, it had brought in a whole new set of LGBTQIA+ fans. Who typically didn’t watch hockey, but now were very interested in the sport especially if the Centaurs were playing. Since they were literally the queerest team in the league this perhaps shouldn’t have been surprising.
With these new fans coming in, old cover shoots of Ilya and Shane started going viral again on social media, with fans clamouring for them to do more of them. Magazines started restocking old issues, which sold out in minutes. Yuna had as a result, gotten them on the cover of multiple magazines, even the likes of Vanity Fair and GQ, something neither had thought they would ever be on the cover of.
Now, they’d also started branching off to do individual cover shoots. Shane recently did one for Wonderland magazine. It was a riskier one than he was used to. But after doing the Peloton ad, he’d been feeling more confident in himself, his body, his sexuality. And Ilya had been extremely encouraging of this. All too happy to have his husband finally see how gorgeous he was, something Ilya saw every day. The cover for the shoot was to be different hands tearing Shane’s jeans and denim shirt off him, with a few kisses laid on his bare chest.
Ilya loved the idea, but his only condition was nobody else was allowed to kiss Shane. Before the shoot, he dragged Shane to the changing room, he put on the required lipstick and pressed kisses all over Shane’s body. No one could make out that the lips had specifically been Ilya’s in the photos, and seeing Ilya wearing red lipstick had quite an arousing effect on Shane. After the shoot had finished, he’d quietly requested the lipstick from the makeup artist and made Ilya wear it that night in their house, before Ilya put him through the mattress.
The next day at practice, Bood had commented when he saw red lipstick marks on Shane’s neck. “Hollzy, I would not have pegged you for being a cheater.” He had quietly said to Shane in a low voice, as they dressed for practice. “Huh, what are you talking about Bood?” Shane asked.
Bood gestured to his neck, where red lip marks were still visible. “Oh that, um that was actually….Ilya?” Shane had turned almost as red as the lipstick shade. Bood had then grinned at him cheekily, before clapping him on the back. “Damn, you guys are wild! Go cap!”
Now, a month later, there was a shoot for VMan magazine for Ilya. And he insisted Shane come for the shoot as well. “I need emotional support.” He said to Shane. “At a photoshoot?” Shane asked, looking at him incredulously.
“Yes. They want me to make the sexy eyes. Like I had in vanity fair shoot.” Ilya said, as if that explained anything. “Yea so?” Shane asked.
“Lyubov, I can only do that if I see you. You were there at that shoot yes?”
“Oh.” Shane said, and then couldn’t help kissing his husband. The thought of him needing Shane there to make “sexy eyes” at was just very adorable to him. To think, this man used to be a playboy back in his party days.
“Ok, I will come.” Shane agreed, which made Ilya smile widely. It amazed Shane sometimes, when he realised in moments like these, just how much Ilya loved him and loved being around him. How had he ever thought this thing between them was casual, he didn’t know.
On the day of the shoot, Ilya, Shane and the director for the shoot discussed the photos they wanted to take. Ilya had surprised Shane by wearing the same jeans and denim shirt that Shane had worn at his Wonderland shoot. The shirt was a bit tight on Ilya, which was alright because it wasn’t supposed to be fully buttoned anyway.
They had Ilya bare his chest, pulling the shirt apart, as the director gave him instructions. “Very good Ilya, now I need you to look seductive.”
Ilya’s brows furrowed at that. “He means the sexy eyes.” Shane explained. “Ah, ok. Lyubov, go stand next to the director.” Ilya commanded.
Shane did that, and you could see Ilya’s face transition from smiling, to actually very sexy and intense. He kept his eyes on Shane the entire time, as the director made him try out a few poses, with his chin up, chin down.
Then he made him do one shot without the denim shirt.
As Ilya took off the shirt, Shane could’ve sworn it happened in slow motion. He was transfixed, seeing Ilya’s body in just those jeans. Now mind you, Shane had seen his husband naked, fairly regulary, but there was just something about this simple pair of jeans that made him look very unfairly in Shane’s opinion, attractive. Shane suddenly wished they were home, because he was starting to get hard.
Ilya smirked at him in between his shots, as he raised his arms, showing off even more of his impressive physique. He winked at Shane, before raising his eyebrows at him, knowing what effect he was having on him. Thankfully Shane had brought a jacket, which he was able to cover his lower half with, because Ilya kept staring at him, as the director took several more shots of Ilya this way. There was a hunger, an intensity in his eyes, which made Shane feel things in his gut, like Ilya was staring straight into his soul.
Before they wrapped, the director had a final idea. “Just one more photo, Ilya. To tease the fans a bit. Here, take these glasses and these bangles.”
Ilya put on a few bangles on his left hand, and while the director was originally suggesting Ilya wear the sunglasses, but he had a different idea. One, he hoped would drive his husband crazy. His husband, who Ilya knew was hiding an erection under his jacket at that moment.
“I have idea. Don’t show my face, just my body, yes?” he suggested. And then he undid the top button of his jeans, pushing it a bit lower on his hips and put the sunglasses in the middle of it. He then placed his bangled hand near it. The director loved it. “Oh, the fans are going to love this! I think we will end up having to do 3 print rounds for this!”
Ilya saw Shane gulp visibly, his eyes staring at the sunglasses. He couldn’t help but smirk. He’d had a difficult time not getting hard himself, with Shane sitting in front of him throughout the shoot. But Ilya had more experience in these things and was more used to being able to hide his lust. It was the only reason Shane hadn’t noticed how hopelessly in love he’d been with him since that night in Vegas. Actually, since that cold parking lot in Saskatchewan if Ilya was being completely honest.
The whole shoot, Ilya had filthy ideas running through his head, of what he’d do to his husband. If only the shoot would end already. Thankfully, after a few more shots, they were finally done.
“Ok, great shoot guys. Time for pack up.” The director announced.
“Come to my trailer.” Ilya whispered in Shane’s ear, as he wore a robe on top of his jeans and strutted off. As they both reached the trailer the production team had set up for Ilya, Shane shoved him against the door and kissed him wildly. Shoving his tongue down Ilya’s mouth, with an unexpected intensity.
Ilya grabbed Shane by his waist, bringing their bodies together, kissing Shane back just as wildly. They both explored each other’s mouths, neck, while their hands roamed around the others chests.
Ilya broke the kiss, to take off his robe, and Shane took off his shirt. Shane noticed Ilya had the sunglasses in his hands. “Put them on your jeans again.” Shane ordered.
Ilya’s eyes darkened at the suggestion. He did as he was told, “What now, kotenok?” he asked.
“Now, I will remove it with my mouth, before sucking you.” Shane said, the confidence in his voice turned Ilya on even more. As he finally allowed himself to feel all the arousal he’d been keeping at bay because of the shoot. His cock thickened almost instantly.
He stood there, with the sunglasses hanging off his waist. Shane dropped to his knees, and looked up at Ilya, his brown eyes almost completely black now. He grabbed the sunglasses with his mouth, spitting it out onto the floor. He then caught the tip of Ilya’s zipper by his teeth and dragged it down. Ilya grabbed Shane by the hair, “Fuck, Hollander. You’re so hot.”
Shane then removed Ilya’s jeans, as his cock sprang out. He started stroking it slowly with one of his large hands, while his mouth kissed Ilya’s inner thigh. He nibbled at the juncture between Ilya’s thigh and groin, biting and sucking, until there was a dark hickey forming there. “Mm, Lyubov, please.” Ilya groaned.
Shane looked up, a bit too innocently at him. “Please what, Ilya?” “Need your mouth.” Ilya said, a bit desperate now.
Shane sat down on his knees, and opened his mouth wide. Ilya gripped him by his hair, and started feeding him his girthy cock slowly. Shane let Ilya take control for the moment, as he concentrated on relaxing his throat, his gag reflex practically gone after so many years of sucking Ilya’s cock. Once he’d swallowed the whole thing, his nose hitting Ilya’s pubic hair, he hummed a bit from the back of his throat. Ilya jumped a bit at that, feeling the vibrations on his cock.
Shane licked a path with his tongue, from the edge of the cock till as far back as he could take his tongue, making Ilya moan loudly. “God, Shane. So, fucking good.”
He then hollowed his cheeks, and started sucking. His tongue continued to lick up and down Ilya’s dick, while he deep throated him. Ilya was bent over now, grasping Shane’s hair like a lifeline. “Mmm, gospodi! Fuck. Not going to last long.” He groaned out.
Shane kept sucking, looking at Ilya while he did so. Ilya looked so gone, his lips were parted, his eyes crazy with lust. He looked as sex drunk as Shane felt.
Shane picked up the pace of his sucking, loving the feel of ilya’s thick cock in his mouth. He’d missed it. Between their games, and both of them taking hits and playoff pressures building, it had been a few weeks since they’d been able to properly take their time with each other. Resorting to quickies before or after games, neither having the strength to do much else.
He felt his spit starting to drool out of his mouth, as tears fell from his eyes, but he didn’t stop. Ilya started taking the reins a bit, making him go bit faster, he bobbed up and down obediently, as he felt Ilya near his release.
He hollowed out his cheeks a little more, increasing the suction around Ilya’s cock, and that was all he needed as Ilya’s release hit the back of his throat. It was quite a lot, and Shane kept swallowing it all down, the sight of which was turning Ilya on even more.
Was it possible to get hard again so quickly, Ilya wondered, as he saw some of his cum dribble out of his husband’s mouth. He scooped it up in his finger, as he took out his now soft cock. Feeding Shane his fingers instead. Shane sucked on his fingers with the same precision as he had his cock, his tongue darting all over.
He pulled him up, placing him on the vanity nearby, and kissed him again, as Shane’s legs came to wrap around Ilya’s torso. They heatedly kissed like that, Shane grinding his hard cock against Ilya’s.
A knock came on the door. “Mr Rozanov? We need to return the trailer.” Came a nervous voice on the other side. They broke apart, “Ok, 5 minutes.” Ilya shouted before sucking on Shane’s neck, hard. He kept sucking as Shane tried to get him to change.
“Fuck, baby. We need to go. Lets…..continue….at home.” Shane gritted out. “Sir, please.”
Ilya pulled back at that. “What did you say.” He asked, stroking Shane’s luscious lips with one finger. “Take me home…..sir.” Shane said, looking at him hungrily.
“Fuck, you will be the death of me, kotik.” Ilya said, “Ok let’s go home.” Ilya got dressed, as Shane adjusted himself, and they were out of there. They headed to Ilya’s spyder, which he’d insisted on bringing for the shoot. As he got into the driver’s seat, he looked at Shane, “Stroke yourself. But do not come. Ok, kotik?” he asked.
Shane nodded, unable to use words at the moment. As they drove off, the roads seemed to thankfully be empty that afternoon. Shane took out his hard, leaking cock, stroking himself slowly. “Ahh, I am so close, Ilya, sir. I need to come.” He whined.
“Behave kotik, no coming until we reach home. Is another 15 minutes.” He said, but as soon as the stopped at the next traffic signal, Ilya leaned over, placing his right hand on Shane’s, making them both stroke him at a faster pace. “God, Ilya stop. Sir, this is, I can’t.”
And then the signal turned green, so Ilya went back to driving. Shane had stopped stroking himself, to avoid coming, trying to catch his breath, when Ilya smiled and looked at him. “I didn’t tell you to stop. Don’t be a brat.”
Shane cursed him but started stroking himself again, very very slowly. “Go faster.” Ilya commanded. The whine Shane let out, went straight to Ilya’s dick, he was half hard already. “Now, Shane.” He said, with an edge in his voice, as he drove faster.
Shane reluctantly picked up the pace a bit, going faster. “More.” Ilya commanded again.
Shane ever obedient listened, but groaned, “Sir, am not going to last.”
“More.” Was all Ilya said to him. Shane went even faster as they were pulling into their house. Thank god Ilya’s windows were tinted. As Ilya parked, Shane’s release hit, “Ah, Ilya.” He cried out as he coming, Ilya unbuckled his seatbelt, moving Shane’s hand out of the way, and wrapped his mouth around Shane’s cock. Lapping up the cum shooting out of it. Shane’s head hit the seat, as he grabbed Ilya’s curls.
Ilya kept at it until he licked up all the cum from Shane. He got off him, grinning at him. He kissed him, and then whispered, “I did not give you permission to come, kotik. Naughty boy.” He bit his earlobe.
Shane moaned, “sorry sir, I…” “Shhh, kotik. Don’t say anything. Come.” Ilya gestured.
They both got out of the car, in their garage. Shane’s pants were still unbuttoned. As Shane motioned to go into the house, Ilya grabbed him back, shoving his pants down.
Swiftly, he shoved Shane onto the hood of the spyder. “Fuck, Ilya! What the hell.”
“Need to punish you kotik, yes? Ok?” Ilya asked. Shane nodded, his eyes becoming a bit glassy. Then Ilya started spanking his bare ass with his hand. He’d spank him, then caress the ass cheek. He spanked each ass cheek, alternating between them, until both had become a bit red. “Will you be my good boy now, kotik?” he asked, pulling Shane up from the car. He nodded, as Ilya grabbed his jaw, and kissed him softly.
He picked him up, taking him into the house. He deposited Shane on the couch, its softness feeling good on Shane’s freshly spanked butt. “So kotik, I saw you staring at my abs. Liked them?” he asked, putting two fingers on Shane’s chin, making him look into his eyes. “Want to lick them, please sir.” Shane said.
“Wait here.” Ilya commanded, and he went to the kitchen and grabbed Shane’s organic honey bottle. As he returned, he noticed Shane hadn’t moved from his position.
“Lyubov, get up.” Shane got up instantly, and Ilya removed his shirt and jeans, only his white boxers remained. He lay himself down on the couch, and poured some of the honey on his abs. Shane’s eyes widened at that. “You want this baby?” he asked.
“Yes, please sir.” Shane replied. “Here, I am your treat.” Ilya said, leaning his head back on his arms. Shane removed his own shirt as well, and climbed onto Ilya. He slowly started licking his now honey covered abs, licking it all up, while making his tongue move in weird circles and twists.
Ilya was loving the sensation of Shane’s tongue, even though it tickled a bit. He was finding the path Shane was taking with his tongue a bit odd. He lifted Shane’s mouth off him, Shane looked at him inquisitively. “What are you doing Lyubov?” Shane smirked at him, “Guess.” Then went back to lapping at Ilya’s abs.
Ilya tried to focus on what Shane was doing and not on what the sensation was doing to his dick, which was half hard again. Was he? Ilya finally realised, he was licking in the pattern of his name, just as he licked out the N. As Shane finished licking out his name on Ilya, he kissed his way up his body, nibbling a bit as he did. Sucking on his nipple, the sensation made Ilya moan loudly. His nipples had always been a bit sensitive.
Shane then kissed him on his lips and Ilya took advantage of the moment to flip them. He shoved his tongue into Shane’s wet, warm mouth, exploring it, kissing him with wild abandon. He got off him, to procure lube from his secret hiding place, then straddled Shane again. “Licking your name on my body, kotik?” he said in Shane’s ear, as one of his lubed fingers circled Shane’s hole.
“Yes, because you’re mine.” Shane replied, making Ilya groan. He loved when Shane got possessive like this. Usually that was more Ilya’s thing. He pushed one finger into Shane, as he kissed him, slowly opening him up. They continued to make out on the couch, as Ilya eventually pushed two fingers in, scissoring Shane open.
Ilya’s now hard cock was grinding on Shane’s thigh meanwhile, leaking a bit of precum. “Ilya, need you. Please now, baby.” Shane cried out, as Ilya curled his fingers inside him, hitting his prostate. “So needy, kotik. Only for me, yes?” Ilya asked, as he lined up his cock with Shane’s hole. “Only for you.” Shane agreed.
Ilya pushed in, feeling Shane stretch to accommodate his girth. They both moaned at the contact, as Ilya slowly kept going inch by inch inside. He started moving slowly, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace. Shane gripped his curls, pulling him to his face, kissing him.
“Fuck Ilya, you looked so good today.” Shane said. “Did you like my sexy eyes, sweetheart?” Ilya asked, as he kept this slow pace. “Loved it. Wanted to climb onto you in front of everyone.” Shane replied breathily.
“Would have made for a hot show.” Ilya smirked. He knew Shane liked the idea of exhibitionism, even though he said he didn’t want to try it. “Imagine them here in the room with us. If they could see how beautifully you take me. How your body is made for me. How you sucked my cock in that trailer.” Ilya kept talking, as he refused to increase his pace, enjoying torturing Shane with lazy strokes.
“I wanted them to know. That you’re mine.” Shane said, panting a bit. “They’d see how lucky I am, that you’re mine.”
“Only yours lyubov.” Ilya agreed, panting as well with the effort. “Ilya, harder, pozhaluysta, ser” Shane begged.
Hearing Shane speak Russian, was the last straw for Ilya. He started thrusting in harder, faster. The couch started moving a bit because of it. Ilya planted one foot on the floor, and gripped one of Shane’s legs around his waist, the angle making him go deeper inside. They both started moaning at this, Ilya kept going faster, the sounds of their bodies meeting, filled the room.
“I’m close, Ilya.” Shane said. “Me too, kotik. Come with me.” Ilya replied, as he kept going at his fast pace. He reached out one hand to stroke Shane’s cock in sync with his thrusts. Soon, they both reached their climax, Shane coming in Ilya’s hand, and Ilya pulsing into Shane.
Ilya gently put down Shane’s leg on the couch, as they came down from the high of their releases. “That was amazing.” Shane said, kissing Ilya’s curls.
“I will wear sunglasses only like this then.” Ilya teased. “God, shut up!” Shane said with mock anger.
It had indeed been a great shoot.