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Shane and Ilya had just gotten back home from babysitting the Pike kids. Hayden and Jackie had their anniversary and the only way they could go out was to beg Shane if he could watch the kids for the day.
Shane had agreed, knowing Ilya would happily join him too so he wouldn’t have to be left alone with all of the four kids.
The kids thankfully loved them both.
Maybe Ilya a bit more.
Shane didn’t mind though. He was head over heels for Ilya too. So, he got it.
But, what he hadn’t been prepared for during the silly tea parties and boardgames, was that Ilya was amazing with kids.
It wasn’t like he didn’t know that. He knew Ilya was always so caring and gentle with kids and It wasn’t their first time babysitting these kids, but something about him holding the youngest one, Owen, on his lap as he read them stories has awakened something much deeper in him than he had realized.
It was so domestic. It felt so right.
Shane knew he wanted kids, so did Ilya, but the feeling he had was different from the other time’s he had seen Ilya hanging out with the kids.
His heart usually couldn’t stop bursting with happiness. This time, it wasn’t his heart he was thinking about.
Something had shifted inside him. He craved for something new and the only way he could make sense of it was to push Ilya up against the wall the second they got home.
”Wow, Shane. You okay?” Ilya laughed, but kissed him back with the same hunger.
Shane felt Ilya’s hands roaming through his body before they found their way to exactly where he wanted them to be.
On his ass.
When Ilya gave him a small squeeze, Shane moaned desperately and kissed down to the other man’s neck.
”What is going on?”
”What does it look like?” Shane breathed heavily before pulling away from Ilya’s neck. He looked at his boyfriend and went in for another kiss, but Ilya stopped him with his hand to his mouth.
”Tell me. You are desperate, yes?” That’s obvious ”, Why?”
Shane whined under Ilya’s hand, and it just made the blond man laugh. He slowly moved it away, just to be a tease and Shane pouted.
”I want you to fuck me.” That’s an understatement.
”I know that, I am not stupid,” Ilya grinned and slowly pushed Shane’s hair back ”, but there is more.”
”Huh?”
Ilya curled his brow. It made Shane bite down to his bottom lip. He couldn’t lie to him or act oblivious. Ilya knew when he was trying to.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening them up again. He was met with Ilya’s intense eyes. It was intoxicating.
Here goes nothing.
”I want you to… breed me.”
”Breed you?”
”Yes, like, make me… p-pregnant.” Oh fuck, Shane hated it when his voice cracked. He wanted to seem confident.
Ilya looked at him carefully for a while. He was probably wondering how on earth what Shane was asking for would be even possible. Shane had no idea either.
He was worried he had confused Ilya too much and was about to speak, but Ilya beat him to it.
”With babies?”
Shane nodded and couldn’t help how awkward he felt. He trusted Ilya to not make fun of him, he never did, but this was new territory for the both of them. Sure, they have a lot of sex and they try out different things, but it has never come close to this. Never ever close to breeding.
”You want my babies inside you, Hollander?”
”Oh, fuck you!” Shane groaned, but added ”, Yes!”
Ilya smiled a little, which was a relief to Shane before slowly moving his hand to rest onto his stomach.
”You want to feel a baby inside you, right here?” He pushed down a little, making Shane whimper. ”You want to feel full, you want to give me strong babies?”
Shane’s head was buzzing and he couldn’t help but to nod at every word Ilya was saying. He was right. It was exactly what Shane wanted right now, more than anything.
Ilya knew him too well. Shane asked for it, but Ilya knew exactly what he wanted out of it.
”You want your belly to be big? You want everyone to know Ilya Rozanov’s baby is inside you.”
”Yes, please, I-ilya.”
”Everybody would know you’re mine.”
”Fuck, yes. I’m yours, the baby would be yours. Ilya- please—”
That was the thing that did it. Shane knew him being desperate always cracked Ilya.
Ilya growled before picking him up. He brought them to their bedroom and dropped Shane onto the bed before pulling down his pants and underwear, leaving Shane with only his shirt on.
A shirt that still had glitter on it from earlier.
Shane watched with hazy eyes as Ilya opened his own belt buckle and pushed down his jeans, pulling out his painfully hard and thick dick. Soon the cap of the lube was opened and Ilya was pouring some of it onto his fingers.
”Oh my god…” Shane moaned when he felt those strong fingers against his hole.
”Okay?”
”Yes, yes!” Shane nodded hurriedly and that was what Ilya needed before pushing in two of his fingers.
He opened Shane up, firm but careful and soon enough Shane was already begging for his dick.
Oh god, he loved that dick.
”I’m ready. I need it now. I need you.”
”Don’t want to hurt you.”
”You won’t, Rozy. I need you.” He reassured him.
Ilya moaned and withdrew his fingers. He smeared lube onto his dick before lining it up.
”Time to make you pregnaaaant.”
Shane rolled his eyes, and laughed a little at how Ilya pronounced it. He wrapped his strong legs around his boyfriends waist ”, I’m not feeling anyt— Oh fuck!”
Ilya pushed in, all the way to the hilt. Shane choked onto his moan and threw his head back as Ilya started a rough pace. He never took his eyes off of Shane and it made it all that much more overwhelming.
”O-Oh, my god, harder!”
”Don’t worry,” Ilya laughed breathlessly and kissed Shane’s open mouth ”, you will be full after. I promise.”
Ilya indeed kept his promise. He fucked Shane, holding him close to him while prasing him how good of a father he was going to be for their babies. How beautiful his round belly would look like and how Ilya would cherish it everyday.
Shane didn’t understand everything Ilya said, too deep into his subspace and half of it was in Russia, but he knew and felt how much Ilya wanted this too.
How much he needed it.
”Oh fuck, fuck. I’m so close, Ilya, oh—”
Ilya groaned and picked up his pace. He bent down to kiss Shane’s mouth before using his other hand to pinch Shane’s nipple.
Shane’s high-pitched moan filled the room as he came between their sweaty bodies. He held on for his dear life, still coming down from one of his most intense orgasms.
But, Ilya wasn’t ready yet.
He still had to get him pregnant.
Ilya moaned as he trailed kisses down from Shane’s neck to his chest and then, he did it.
He sucked on one of his nipples. And Shane was going to lose his mind.
”What… what are you?”
Shane could barely get the words out. He was too out of it.
”Mother’s have milk, yes?” Ilya questioned him like it wasn’t obvious to Shane what he was doing to him.
He meant lactation. Oh fuck. Shane liked that. He really liked that. And so did his spent dick as it kicked in interest.
”Lac… lactation?”
”Yeeees, yes. Too difficult. Milk is better.”
”But I’m… I’m not a woman. Not a mother.”
Ilya laughed, " Not yet.” and dove right back into to sucking one of his nipple as he fucked Shane.
Shane whined at his boyfriend’s words, and it didn’t take long before Ilya was close to cumming, toi.
They kissed deeply as he finally came, grinding his hips deep into Shane’s ass, making sure he would get every drop of his cum. Ilya needed to make sure of it.
Shane felt kisses on his cheek, and he slowly opened his eyes to reveal a sweaty, but gorgeous man on top of him.
He was all smiles.
”You okay?”
”Amazing.” Shane answered, a little breathless. To other he would’ve sounded sarcastic, but Ilya knew he was being serious.
Ilya kissed him again, still dick deep inside him. Shane liked it.
”If you won’t get a baby, we will try again, yes?”
Shane laughed a little, but he was definitely on board. Even if he wanted to forget this, he knew Ilya would never let it go. Shane loved him for that.
”We won’t find out right away. Have to… wait.”
Ilya hummed ,” then we must keep doing it. Doesn’t hurt. And we can try different ways, maybe you on top? Maybe gets my cum deeper in you.”
Shane felt the heat rise back into his cheeks. He hadn’t been this prepared for the aftermath or even the beginning when he brought this up.
But, he wasn’t complaining. He wouldn’t mind trying for a baby every day.
And Ilya wouldn’t either.