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“Where the fuck is this stupid charger? Shane cursed, nerves raw after yet another long day of unpacking boxes in their new home.
Home, a nice thought, actually. Their first home together. Shane had looked forward to this, had almost thought it might never happen, had barely dared for that day to arrive.
It was still nice, really.
But it was also really fucking overwhelming right now, despite them having managed to unpack most of their things and set up their furniture with the help of family and friends and some professional movers.
There were still boxes scattered all across the house, mostly random items that had landed in the last boxes they had carried out of each of their places. They overwhelmed Shane, the chaos being overstimulating in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
And he was missing his fucking charger.
Ilya walked up to him then, annoyingly relaxed and, dare Shane say, happy. How he was able to maintain such calm was beyond Shane’s comprehension.
“Hey,” he wrapped his arms around him from behind, lips finding the soft spot right underneath Shane’s ear.
Shane couldn’t help but let out a small sigh at that, Ilya knew all too well how to calm him down after all these years.
“You go find your charger. I take care of the rest”, Ilya soothed, well aware this wasn’t about the charger. But Shane needed this small, manageable task, not the chaos of everything else.
“I make sure the bedroom is ready for tonight”, he added. Shane wouldn’t sleep in a bedroom that still had unpacked boxes in it, and Ilya didn’t mind going through the remaining few, anticipating mostly clothing and bedding that needed to be put away.
Shane took a deep, steadying breath at that, briefly closing his eyes when Ilya kissed his neck several times, soft, intentional.
“Okay,” he hummed, “thank you”.
It didn’t take Ilya too long to sort through the boxes of their clothes, both of them having decided to downsize before moving in together, but keeping their favourites. Some of them had memories attached to them, like Shane’s flannel or Ilya’s sweatpants that Shane kept stealing, despite him telling Ilya that they all looked the same.
They do not, Shane, you just don’t know fashion.
Then there were two boxes left. One that had actually been misplaced and belonged to the living room, as far as Ilya could tell anyway.
And the other one must be from Shane’s place, containing a random assortment of things. Probably a last-ditch effort at packing everything away in his old bedroom that couldn’t easily be sorted into categories.
Ilya looked at everything, trying to decide where to put each item. The clock was easy enough, having previously been situated on Shane’s bedside table and returning to its original spot.
A simplistic picture frame with a photo of Shane, Ilya and David and Yuna getting to sit right beside it, one of Ilya’s favourite memories. One of Shane’s, too.
Then, an unassuming pouch. One Ilya had never seen before. One that looked and felt suspicious right away.
He knew these types of pouches. But this one didn’t look familiar. At all.
They had their fair share of sex toys, carefully accumulated throughout the years, quality over quantity. But Ilya knew their sex toys, intimately. And he knew, for a fact, that he had already unpacked and put them away earlier, once everyone else had been gone.
So, why would there be a random sex toy in Shane’s box? Maybe his memories were failing him; maybe it had been one of their first ones that Ilya didn’t remember.
He carefully opened the drawstring and reached inside, pulling out the pouch’s content.
He paused when he held it up, staring at it.
Oh.
It was a dildo. Fucking dildo, Ilya wanted to say, the way he used to, when he wanted to tease Shane to get him to relax.
But not just any dildo, no.
The dildo.
Ilya was sure of it.
“I have a thing. OK?”
“A thing?”
“A dildo.”
“What colour?”
“Fuck you.”
It was black. But not just black. Yellow, too. A darker, more elegant tone, subtle but noticeable. Intentional.
Boston fucking Raiders colours.
Ilya couldn’t believe it.
A delighted grin spread across his face at this realisation.
Shane had a custom-made dildo in the colours of his team.
“It's big?”
And, even more delightfully, it appeared to be roughly the size Ilya was.
Maybe a little bigger.
Shane was a wicked man.
Ilya adored that about him.
Ilya didn’t waste one second to get up and find Shane, dropping the toy back into the pouch, eager to share his findings with him.
“Hollander,” she shouted, amusement lacing his voice. Shane knew exactly what it meant when Ilya was calling him like that.
Trouble.
Because Ilya was a menace, but Shane could only pretend to be irritated for so long before relenting.
“What, Ilya?” At least he still tried to sound annoyed.
The next words died on his lips when he turned around, a questioning look in his eyes until the very second he saw what Ilya was holding up.
Oh shit.
The grin on Ilya’s face only got bigger.
“Boston Raiders,” he grinned, as if he had just been given the best present ever.
Shane felt the heat move to his face rapidly.
Ilya was dangerously close now, definitely close enough to kiss.
“You were thinking of me, Hollander?”
Shane could lie.
Shane couldn’t even think of a lie, not with Ilya’s thumb caressing his jaw, smirk lingering dangerously close to his own lips.
He gulped instead, feeling a spike of arousal, despite trying so hard to not let this affect him.
“Mhhh, was it good?” Ilya asked, letting up just slightly, voice growing softer. He wanted Shane turned on, not terrified.
Shane nodded, a slow but honest nod. That was the beauty of their relationship – Ilya knew when he could push, gently, always to Shane’s benefit. Knowing Shane would always tell him the truth, because he knew Ilya wouldn’t pry it from him without his consent.
“I want to see how good,” Ilya’s voice was low now, so dangerously low, lips and breath tickling Shane’s ear, eliciting a soft whimper.
Ilya’s hand squeezed Shane’s waist, just a little, before looking at Shane, intent clear without overwhelming him.
“You need a break. Boxes can wait.”
“Ilya”, Shane tried to protest, but Ilya gave him a once-over, one eyebrow raised at the bulge he could most definitely detect in his pants.
Ilya ignored Shane’s protest.
“Shower, now. Bedroom after. I’m going to wait”, the orders were clear, easy for Shane to follow.
Then, a quick but soft kiss, a call for connection, to let Shane know that he wouldn’t ask for more than Shane was willing to give.
Shane took a small, steadying breath, already looking a little dazed, before he moved towards the bathroom, leaving behind a satisfied Ilya. Though he would be far more satisfied once he had Shane in bed with him.
He made quick work of moving the now-empty boxes out of the room, then retrieved the lube he had only just put away this afternoon, before stripping down.
Shane returned twenty minutes later, towel wrapped around his waist, looking more relaxed than he had all day.
Ilya patiently waited for him to join him in bed, unable to hide his amusement when Shane remarked, “Maybe I should have gotten another towel for the pillowcase. My hair’s still wet.”
He pulled Shane close then, their kiss more intimate than before, Ilya’s thumb caressing Shane’s cheek, his jaw, before he reached around to wrap his hand around his neck, secure but not too firm. Just the way Shane liked it.
They were in no hurry to stop kissing, though eventually Ilya began to shift them until Shane was lying on his back and he was straddling his thighs, hand briefly brushing over the towel, releasing a pleased hum when Shane pushed upwards, just a little.
“When?” Ilya asked, and Shane looked at him, puzzled.
“When did you get it?”
Shane was blushing all over again, but more importantly, he was becoming increasingly more aroused by the second.
“After,” Shane pauses, “Sometime after our first hook-up.”
That probably made him sound like a goddamn perv, but Shane couldn’t waste too much time on that thought.
“Damn,” Ilya breathed out, his own cock inadvertently twitching at the revelation.
“That’s so hot,” he then murmured, leaning in for another kiss, deeper than the one before.
“Can’t wait to see what it does to you”, Ilya pulled away, just slightly, to look at Shane, before asking, “Like this, or?”
Ilya always checked, always wanted Shane to feel good. Shane appreciated that, loved that this had never changed.
“Start like that. I’ll turn around when you’re done with the prep,” Shane wanted to see Ilya, wanted to feel him close like that.
“It’s…it’s curved. Works better that way,” he explained, as if Ilya hadn’t noticed that already.
Ilya didn’t tease, just smiled and reached for the bottle of lube, looking forward to this part as much as the next.
He still loved watching Shane’s face when he pushed that first finger in, his eyes closing, a small sigh escaping his lips.
“You opened yourself up in the shower?” Ilya asked, immediately noticing that there was less resistance than when he started from scratch.
Shane nodded in response, “Uh-huh. A little.”
Mhh, hot”, Ilya hummed and meant it. Sometimes it drove Ilya crazy, how these small things still turned him on, even after all these years together, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about that.
He took it as his cue to add a second finger, still pushing in with ease, beginning to curve his fingers, knowing just what got Shane worked up without pushing him over the edge too quickly.
By the third finger, Shane’s breathing changed to something more ragged, and his hips were moving in tune with Ilya’s movements.
A choreography they both knew by heart now.
“Ready?” Ilya asked, and Shane nodded again, gasping softly when Ilya removed his fingers, slowly, carefully. Shane still mourned the loss as he turned around and got comfortable.
When he turned his head, just slightly, to be able to look at Ilya, he saw him slicking up the dildo with lube, the act practical, yet indescribably hot.
Ilya smiled at Shane when he noticed him watching, and Shane wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to how happy Ilya often looked during these moments.
He moved closer again, taking his sweet time to kiss his way up Shane’s spine, up his neck, until he arrived at his lips.
“Relax. This is going to be good,” he murmured, before fully focusing on the toy in his hand, steadying Shane as he began pushing it in, slow enough to not hurt, but with enough pressure to make progress.
He hadn’t been wrong when he had gauged that it was slightly bigger than he was – which was incredible to watch but also meant he would have to be even more careful than usual. He didn’t mind. He could spend all day long doing just that.
Shane began to push back, just slightly, and Ilya squeezed his waist, “Patient.”
Shane made a frustrated sound that would get him nowhere with Ilya. If anything, it usually made Ilya go even slower than before.
“Ilya,” he almost whined when Ilya had made considerable progress but had reached a point where he wasn’t sure if he should really push in the last inch of the dildo.
“You sure?”
“Yes, Ilya. Fuck, yes. I’m sure, Just- fuck“
If Ilya didn’t do something right now, Shane was sure he would implode.
The last inch slid in with surprising ease before hitting home.
The sound Shane released was guttural, and Ilya’s arm was the only thing keeping him in position right now.
“Fuck,” Ilya echoed, watching what might as well actually be nine inches be buried inside of Shane.
There was just no way in hell this had been Shane’s first one, but he was too busy managing his own arousal to think about this too much. He would need to ask Shane about that. Later.
The moment he began moving the toy, he became acutely aware of the fact that Shane wouldn’t last long, not with the way he kept pulling almost all the way out before thrusting it back in, the curve, in fact, helping him stimulate his prostate on almost every single push.
Shane was shaking, gasping a string of “shits” and “fucks”, and then, an almost frantic, “Ilya”, in that pitch that let Ilya know that they were done playing.
He obliged, immediately, reaching around to wrap his fingers around Shane’s cock, squeezing hard enough to make Shane gasp but not hard enough to hurt.
Combined with him thrusting into him with the dildo, black and yellow, disappearing inside in rapid succession, hitting his prostate just right, Shane didn’t stand a chance.
He came, hard, tensing up and trembling, unsure for a second if he was going to pass out from the onslaught of sensations.
He barely had time to even process his own orgasm when he suddenly heard Ilya groan above him, all of his movements abruptly stopping.
Fuck, was he coming, too?
Shane couldn’t move, not really, but somehow still managed to turn his head, just enough to see the hand that had previously been wrapped around his cock fly to Ilya’s own cock, squeezing, holding it through his own orgasm.
Shane replaced Ilya’s missing hand with his own, trembling through a faint second orgasm at the mere sight of what he had done to Ilya, without even touching him.
Ilya, in a moment of clarity, remembered to very gently pull out the dildo, though Shane still groaned slightly at the movement, before fully collapsing onto the mattress, Ilya following right behind, settling down next to him, one arm draped across his lower back.
“Fuck”, Ilya sighed and then turned to face Shane with a spent but bright grin, “that was fun.”
Shane couldn’t do much more than helplessly chuckle, a breathy but satisfied sound.
Usually, he would tease Ilya now, but he had to admit that Ilya was right – it had been fun. A lot of fun, actually. Just what he had needed after the hell of the day they had had.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both sated, satisfied. Content to be close, to get to enjoy this, the afterglow, with no urgency to be anywhere but in this moment.
Eventually, Ilya’s grin returned, and Shane groaned before he even opened his mouth, because after sex, Ilya was often feeling playful – something he secretly loved but never said out loud.
“So, how many did you have before that?” Ilya grinned, clearly enjoying himself.
“Fuck off,” Shane replied, but he was smiling, entirely too blissed out after everything Ilya had just done to him to be truly annoyed.
Maybe, Ilya thought, other boxes would reveal that secret, too. And damn, he really couldn’t wait to have some fun with those as well.