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It had been almost two months since Shane had gotten to see Ilya alone, and his sexual frustration was reaching a peak he hadn't felt since the awards show he hosted with Ilya in 2014.
Before... what happened in the penthouse.
And with every day that passed, it was getting harder and harder to avoid fantasizing the longer he was apart from Ilya.
Shane was in the middle of attempting to meditate the horniness away when his cellphone vibrated on the table.
Did you check the mail yet?
No. Why?
Go check. There is a surprise for you 😇
Shane narrowed his eyes at his phone.
A surprise from Ilya could mean... literally anything.
With immense skepticism but also enough curiosity to get him up, Shane exited the home gym and later, the front door, noticing the surprisingly large box leaning against the door.
I got the package, Shane typed, locking the front door again behind him.
Did you open it?
Shane sighed. No. Do I have to right now? I was finishing up a meditation.
You do not love me? ☹️ You do not want the nice gift I got you?
Oh my god, fine. You're so dramatic.
You like it.
Shane rolled his eyes and took the box cutter from the drawer near the front door, and dragged it through the largest amount of tape with a loud sound.
Inside the big box were several smaller ones, and nestled between them, he found a note that simply read, "Love, Ilya."
Shane traced the gift message with his index finger before folding the note and placing it in his pocket so he wouldn't lose it.
But once Shane opened the box underneath the note, it took a few seconds to understand what he was looking at.
Blushing furiously, Shane grabbed his phone and typed out, You got me a dildo? Seriously? That's the surprise?
It's a special dildo 😘
Shane shook his head, running a nervous hand through his hair. What the fuck do you mean?
Look at it.
Embarrassed, Shane took another look at it, and his brow furrowed as he recognized the details.
Is this...your dick?
Yes. Do you like it?
How the fuck did you do this??
I did a dildo cast. And you are welcome, btw.
Shane examined it more closely.
It's really realistic. Shane noticed something else then. But what the fuck is the thing attached to it?
It's so I can cum inside you.
Shane blinked several times as he shifted from one foot to the other. How?
Read the directions and find out.
So, Shane did, holding up the bottle of fake cum with some trepidation. He was so focused that Shane almost dropped his phone on the floor when the video call request ring went off.
Hastily, Shane shoved everything back in the box before tapping Accept.
"Why are you still wearing clothes?" Ilya pouted.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Shane stammered.
"Aren't you going to use your gift?" Ilya asked, his lips turning down at the edges, reclining on what appeared to be a hotel bed and looking as stupidly hot as ever.
"Use it?" Shane sputtered, looking around as if he didn’t live alone. "Right now?"
"Obviously." Ilya stretched out on the bed, looking at him expectantly.
“It’s broad daylight,” Shane argued in a hushed tone.
"Oh, you cannot have sex during the day anymore?” Ilya countered, a lazy hand dragging down his chest. “Or, you are - what is the word - celibate now?”
"That's how it feels lately," Shane mumbled, somewhat petulant, and Ilya's gaze softened.
"I know," Ilya assured him. "That is why I got you custom dildo. So, I can still fuck you.” His hand disappeared lower, just out of frame, and Shane realized with a jolt that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Because that is all I can think about."
"Me too," Shane admitted, reaching into the box again after a moment of hesitation before he drew it out, removing the plastic covering.
"Did you see it has suction cup bottom?" Ilya pressed.
"For what?" Shane asked blankly.
"To attach to shower tile. Or closet mirror," Ilya added with a smirk. "I would prefer you to attach to mirror. So, I can see my dick go inside of you."
"You could see that without the mirror," Shane muttered, his face flushing as he chewed on his lip.
"But then you can be on your knees also, and fuck yourself hands-free," Ilya cajoled, sitting up in bed as the phone jostled around. "I know that is one of your favorite positions."
Shane didn’t reply, but his body couldn’t help but react at the idea.
"You are thinking about it," Ilya guessed, looking pleased with himself. "Are you hard also?"
"Fuck you."
"I want to," Ilya sighed dramatically, falling back on his pillows. "But watching you fuck yourself on my cock is next best thing." Ilya made eye contact, one hand tracing the loon tattoo on his shoulder as he coaxed, "Fuck yourself on my cock, Hollander. I know you will like it.” He tilted his head with a dismissive wave. “Is not as good as me, but will feel close.”
There was still a thrill associated with Ilya calling him by his last name, a call back to the times when they'd had their clandestine hookups.
And Ilya’s use of it convinced Shane to give in. "Okay, fine. Let me just...figure this out."
It took a few minutes, but eventually, Shane had filled the dildo with the fake cum, and, after some trial and error for the best height, attached it to one of the guest room's closet mirror doors.
"You are going to masturbate in the guest room?" Ilya sounded delighted as he leaned in with a conspiratorial tone, "I will always think of this whenever someone stays there.”
"We've already fucked in every room," Shane retorted, placing his phone at a slight angle above him as Ilya had requested, braced against the bedside table. "And we don't have a mirror closet door in the master bedroom, which is what you wanted."
"True," Ilya agreed, just as he reached for something out of frame. "I just like teasing you. My boyfriend is cute when embarrassed.”
Shane secretly reveled in the title, even as he rolled his eyes at Ilya.
"Where are your glasses?" Ilya demanded, looking offended, just as Shane had found a comfortable position.
"In the other room."
"Put them on," Ilya complained, his hand already moving just out of frame, ostensibly stroking himself if the movement of his arm was anything to go off of.
"Oh, my god, fine," Shane exhaled, getting up and locating them before he returned to the room.
"Now take off your clothes," Ilya instructed, his gaze intent, though the left side of his mouth curled up in a contented half-smile. "And get yourself ready for my dick, Hollander."
Surprised by how hot he found this, Shane reached for the lube, applying a generous amount to his fingers as he sat back against the mirror, a few inches away from the dildo, before he spread his legs wide for Ilya’s viewing pleasure.
"Fuck," Ilya groaned through the phone as Shane dipped one finger inside of himself, his head resting against the glass behind him as he maintained eye contact. It encouraged Shane to add a second one only seconds later, arching slightly at the initial stretch before relaxing with a soft whimper.
"I wish you were here," Shane confessed, his voice pathetic.
"Me too, lyubimiy," Ilya murmured. "I will be home soon."
"Not soon enough," Shane complained, followed by a sharp noise from his throat when he added a third finger. "Oh, shit."
"Good job, Shane," Ilya praised. "Stretching yourself like this so I can see. You are always such a good boy for me."
If Ilya calling him by his last name still thrilled him, hearing Ilya call him a good boy was like being struck by lightning, and Shane cried out as his fingertips grazed his prostate.
"Are you ready for me?" Ilya asked, his voice unsteady.
"Yes," Shane said, his words coming out hushed and eager, already getting onto his knees and lining himself up with the dildo, ignoring the slight discomfort of his bare knees against the hardwood floor.
"Give me one second," Ilya said suddenly, and Shane frowned at the sound of something being opened. "Okay. I am ready."
"What is that?" Shane questioned as Ilya placed something over his dick.
"A cock sleeve," Ilya replied, like it was the most normal thing in the world to admit to. "Is made to feel like inside of pornstar."
"Which pornstar?" Shane couldn't help but ask, his tone sharp.
"I do not remember," Ilya shrugged, closing his eyes as the toy enveloped him fully with a low groan. "Okay, I am ready."
"Well, if you have that, I don't know why you need me," Shane said tartly, scowling as he sat back on his ankles and crossed his arms.
Ilya's eyes fluttered open with an annoyingly amused expression. "Are you jealous, Hollander?"
"No," Shane defended, looking away. "I just don't know why you need some pornstar's ass to get off."
Ilya's eyebrows rose to a comical height. "Shane, I made you a dildo of my dick.” He waited until Shane made eye contact again. “So, I also wanted a toy for while we are apart." He narrowed his eyes. "Do not tell me you are jealous of piece of plastic."
Shane glowered at the floor, sulking. "I'm not."
"If you want," Ilya said, with a half-smile, "you can make me mold of your ass, and I will only use that from now on when we are apart."
"Maybe I will," Shane shot back.
"I would like that very much," Ilya replied softly, the toy moving slowly up and down his cock, and Shane felt his cock twitch at the vision. "If is any consolation, does not even come close to how you feel around me."
Shane's body relaxed slightly. "It doesn't?"
"No," Ilya confirmed. "Nothing feels as good as you," Ilya grunted, his mouth going taut and his eyes closing. "Now shut up, and let me fuck you already."
Somewhat appeased and overwhelmingly horny, Shane adjusted his position, lining himself up before impaling himself on the dildo with a sudden wail.
"Oh, god," Ilya groaned, and Shane dimly noticed that Ilya had stopped moving the toy while he took several deep breaths. "I always forget how slutty you sound when I fuck you."
"Slutty?" Shane faltered, suddenly self-conscious as he slowed his hip movements.
"Yes, slutty," Ilya made eye contact, his voice gruff. "You are a slut for my cock." Before Shane could get properly self-conscious, Ilya gritted out, "And I fucking love it."
In that moment, now reassured and feeling very desirable, Shane felt like a slut, especially when he arched his back and forced himself back against the mirror with a high-pitched, open-mouthed cry.
"Da, Hollander," Ilya moaned, the toy he was using making an obscene squelching sound every time it moved up and down the length of him. "Just like that."
"What would you do," Shane managed in between his small, hurt sounds that punctuated every thrust against the dildo, "if you were here?"
"I would fuck you into the mattress," Ilya inhaled harshly. "Or against the living room window until you came against the glass, untouched. I want everyone to see, so they are jealous that I am only one who gets to fuck you."
Shane moaned, imagining it, and feeling every bit of the whore Ilya was describing him as. He picked up the pace, adjusting his angle before letting out a loud whimper as the dildo stimulated his prostate on the next thrust.
"Fuck, Ilya!" Shane cried out.
"What do you want?" Ilya's voice was dark and ragged.
"I want you to cum inside of me," Shane begged, only dimly aware of the sound of each impact against the mirror as he chased his pleasure. "Please, Ilya, cum inside of me, I - I need you so badly."
Ilya moaned something in Russian, his voice rough as the phone shook slightly as the toy moved faster over his dick. "Do you have the remote?"
Shane flailed underneath himself until he located it. "Yes, I have it now."
"Good," Ilya panted. "Because I am going to breed you, Hollander. I - fuck."
At the sound of Ilya loudly moaning his name, Shane pressed the remote, and the sensation of Ilya's dick cumming inside of him shoved him over the edge. He all but wailed his name as he made a mess of the hardwood floor, the pleasure crashing over him in waves as his body trembled.
And then, all at once, Shane collapsed onto his hands and knees, breathing hard.
"Shane? Are you okay?" Ilya's concerned voice was the only thing that made Shane look up, thoroughly dazed and dizzy from the exertion.
"So good," Shane mumbled with a stupid grin on his face, his eyes closing again. "Fuck, that was so hot."
"You are so gorgeous," Ilya said affectionately, also out of breath. "Fuck, I miss you so much, Shane."
"Two weeks," Shane sighed, gingerly getting to his feet, dimly aware of the bruises on his knees and realizing he should have put carpet or something underneath them beforehand. "Only two more weeks."
After taking some time to clean themselves and their respective toys, Shane settled on the couch, fully clothed, but as close to sexual satisfaction as he'd felt in weeks.
"So, I guess you liked the surprise," Ilya smirked.
"I did," Shane allowed, his face warming.
"Did you see the other toys?"
Shane's brain stopped working. "What other toys?"
"Didn't you open up the rest of the box?" Ilya sounded amused.
"No, I - I got distracted by the first box I opened." Shane gave him a confused and slightly apprehensive look. "How many other toys did you get me, exactly?"
"Open up the other boxes,” came Ilya's smug reply, “and you will find out.”